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It's Devlin and welcome to another episode of Wild in Bed,
your destination for salacious stories, centual satisfaction, and finger licking
good fantasies. Well, tonight's little story is actually based on
a true story. It is well loosely based. Some of
this happened, Some of this happened for real. I always
think they're better when they're based on real stories, don't you.
So you can enjoy this podcast laying on your bed
and you just put your earbuds and close your eyes,
loosen any clothing, and surrender to the pleasure of my
voice caressing over and inside you. And when you're ready
to surrender to the most sensuous pleasures, just go ahead
and take a deep breath and hold it for a moment,
and then release it with a sigh, letting go of
any tension, any stress. For the next thirty minutes or so,
it's just you and my voice. This is your time,
your time to relax, your time for sensual satisfaction, your
time to release that in a woman as you listen
to my voice and fill the story moving through your
body as you enjoy tonight's show. She ran through the market,
heart pounding so hard it echoed in her ears, her
lungs burning as they pressed against her ribs. Gasping, she
turned to see if she had escaped. For folk's sake,
she gasped as she sees the strange woman still there,
not one hundred feet behind her. That woman's not even running,
How the fuck is she keeping up with her? Turning
to start again, straight into a woman with silver hair,
Grabbing her by her shoulders, She pleads, help me, please.
That woman is chasing me. She's trying to kill me.
Her panic is reflected in the woman's eyes as she
points toward her pursuer. Fuck cough, junkie. The woman snarls,
there's no one there, before pushing her away, aggressively, gasping
her legs, burning through the exertion, fear pushing her on,
motivating her Who the hell is this woman? What have
I done? Her? The thoughts echoing in her mind. With
a veil of panic covering her, she finds it impossible
to think clearly, to remember anything. Is this all just
a bad dream? I'm going to wake him from any moment.
Pushing forward between the market, stolls out, leaving the market
behind her. A vision of a church appears, injecting much
needed hope into her heart, a possible sanctuary. Whoever this
demon of a woman is. She can't follow me into
a church right, Drawing desperately on her last reserves of energy,
every movement of her legs agony as she runs through
the gates, barely noticing the Saint Joseph's sign that she
stumbled towards the white doors. Glancing over her shoulder, the
woman is still there, but seems to be hesitating at
the church gate. Maybe she really can't come into church land.
Banging on the door as her body called hapses against
it for support, Gasping frantically, the door swings open as
she falls inside, her body finally submitting to the torment
she has experienced. Her mind becomes shrouded in darkness and
brief moments of confused consciousness, plague with vague sensations of
a voice, a man's soothing voice, the sensation of being carried,
the feeling of resting on a soft bed, the perspiration
on her brow being wiped away with cold water, strong
arms holding her, strange words echoing through her mind, the
welcome caress of cold water on her lips. It might
have been ours, It might have been days before. The
full on sort of consciousness cascaded through her body, the
panic returning with a jolt, fitting her so completely that
she sat bolt upright on the bed, eyes frantically dancing
around the room to get a sense of where she
was the strange walls adorned with religious pictures with crosses.
Suddenly feeling safe, she collapsed back on the bed, her
mind slowly recovering had it been a dream? The door
in the corner of the room glided open silently, a
man walking in, obviously trying to remain quiet and not
disturb anybody. Seeing her sat up in the bed, he said, oh,
you're awake, an easy smile, gently moving across his lips.
I was a bit worried about you for a while.
Walking over to the bed, Ignoring her shocked looked, he says, well,
let's give you the once over now you're awake, his
strong hand gradling her face as his thumb firmly draws
her lower eight lid down. On a flash of an image,
a memory shoots her mind. Rough hands over her breast,
pinching her nipples painfully, an electrifying bliss remaining. As those
hands release her throbbing nipples, she moans involuntarily as a
warmth grows between her thighs, a familiar yet strange desire
burning through her. His hands moved down the back of
her neck, pressing firmly along her muscles and shoulders, grows
loudly as another image sparks in her mind, hands pulling
tight on her hair, pulling her shoulders back as she
feels a hard erection pressing deep inside a pussy, her
hips moving in symphony with the memory desire dripping down
her thighs. You took quite a bang there when you
fell through the door, but I can't feel any real damage,
perspiration dripping down her forehead as a burning desire moves
through her body. Seeing the moisture, he raises a hand
to her head, brushing her hair back, forcing an image
into her mind of hands around her bound wrists, naked
and vulnerable, the warm wood of a crucifix pushing along
the length of a body. As a firm stroke of
hand crashes across her naked ass, the initial sting of
pain subsiding into a beautifully erotic sensation of glowing walls
between her thighs. That hand sliding between her thighs, massaging
her damp lips, slowly, painfully, slowly caressing her wet folds,
before another crash of the hand across her ass. Her
thighs tense in anticipation, somewhere in the vision of voice
whispers are you hot. Desire fills her body as her
core clenches, overpowering any fear or any sense, opening her
eyes the man's sensual gaze, watching her inquisitely as he repeated,
are you hot? I can turn the thermostat down if
you like. Smiling weakly, she just replies no, I'm fine.
Suddenly remembering why she ended up here, she asked quickly
the woman that was chasing me? Has she gone? Looking
at her? He smiles calmly, there was only you at
the door. Breathing a heavy sigh of relief, she sinks
back into the bed. Are you okay? Yes, his words
concerned and natural. Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just struggling to
remember some things. Something about his voice resonated with a memory.
She was trying desperately to recall something about him she
felt she should remember, but just beyond her touch, so
frustratingly close, and yet she couldn't. What do you struggling
to remember? Maybe I can help. Concentrating for a moment,
she suddenly felt like her whole life had started with
her running across the market away from the evil woman
who obviously wanted to kill her. Well, my name for
a start, and who the heck I am? And where
that woman was chasing me? She laughed, mirthlessly. Standing by
the side of the bed, his hands reached out for hers,
placing her hand in his, A storm of image's cascade
into her mind, her eyes focusing on the throbbing erection
inside his pants. She was there in front of an altar,
a wall of green behind her, on her knees in
silent prayer as she slided his sipper down, his firm
cock pushing into the air. She could taste his shaft
on her lips as she slid them up and down
his length, dragging her teeth along his throbbing erection. And
then another hand, a woman's hand caressing his bulls as
her tongue dances around the tip of his cock. The
excitement of having him on the edge of her mouth
and throbbing violently exciting her even more. Feeling his hand
lift her, she rises from the bed, the comforter, falling
to the floor. A cold breeze caresses over her naked body. Fuck,
she was naked, How the hell did that happened? You
undress me, she asked nervously. Suddenly feeling very self conscious.
Laughing gently, he said, no, not me, my housekeeper. Your
clothes needed a little attention, his eyes gently caressing over
her body, somehow feeling the desire already there, her nipples
painfully raising to his gaze, her pussy clutching and anticipation
of well, she just didn't know what. Please. You have
nothing to fear with me. Adam and Eve were perfectly
naked in the garden of Eden, and that wasn't an
issue until they felt ashamed by it. Still unsure, she
nevertheless followed his lead as he led her to a
large mirror in the corner of the room. Just look
in the mirror, tell me what you see. Standing in
front of the mirror, her naked body tense with self consciousness,
throbbing with an unknown desire, she looked up and down
herself from head to foot, her eyes settling on the
eyes in the mirror as she whispers, it's just me. Gently,
the warmth of his breath caresses her ears as he whispers,
it is. But look harder, Maybe you're not seeing everything.
Looking again, staring harder, there was something something just over
her shoulder, something in the shadow in the corner of
the room, almost a smile materializing out of the darkness.
An image of Alice in Wonderland and the Cheshire Cat
flooded her mind, the grin becoming attached to lips, a face,
her face grinning ominously in the shadows, turning quickly, panic
flooding her mind. But there is nothing there, just the shadows.
You do see yourself, don't you, Beth? Beth, her name
is Beth. How do you know my name? Do I
know you? She stutters, her fingertiped, touched with sanity, vanishing
with every passing moment. You could say that you came
to me a little time ago for help on a
personal matter. You stayed for a while so we might
explore it and help you find a resolution. He smiled,
that smile that seemed to caress Beth from the inside out,
that smile that brought flashes of a memory to her mind.
Him over her, grasping her wrists as he pounded into her,
his eyes holding her gaze, smiling as thrust after deliciously
powerful thrust hammered into her pussy, the tip of his
cock pushing hard along the inside. That smile as his
cock swelled, her pussy, clutching at him, desperately, needly, she
gasped loudly as she felt him erupt inside her, her
own body climaxing in beautiful sinchronity. As her memory dimmed,
the sensations just grew stronger, the aching in her body undeniable.
Who are you, she whispered, I am father Simon. You
do not remember me at least, he said, raising her
hand to her face, his fingertip gently caressing her skin.
Electricity flooded through her body as his touch, feeling it,
desperate need to turn her face into his hand and
suck on his fingers, to fall to her knees and
submit to his desires. I doubt if I'm honest. Okay,
come with me. Don't worry about being naked. There is
no one else here and the doors are locked, his
hand reaching out and finding hers, leading her gently through
the door into the nave of the church, the ceilings
rising high above her head, the sunlight beaming through stained
glass windows, the colors dancing across the stone floor, leading
her across the church, the cold air biting at her body,
stimulating the rising desire moving through her further. Stopping at
an old font, he says, put your hands on the
font and look into the water. Obediently, Beth hands grasped
the to the font. Looking into the water, she feels
a sudden urge to push her ass out, as if
she could feel Simon's hands upon her hips, pulling her
hard against him, as his swollen cock teases at her pussy,
and as she feels out first thrust, stretching her lips
as he fucks her deep and hard, the tension and
her body grows, the passion burning between her thighs turning
into a wildfire as she watches the waves of pleasure
moving over her face in the watery reflection, her pussy
clutching frantically a disthrusting cock, her own wet pleasure dripping
down her thighs. Grasping at the font, she can feel
an orgasm rising, the expression of pleasure changing her face,
her expression as if she was possessed by her own desire,
her own lust. Staring hard into the face in the font,
that look that woman's face looking back at her from
the still water. Shocked, Beth pushes herself away from the font,
leaning back over slowly as if she expects the water
to explode in her face. Nothing but her nervous gaze
looking back. What just happened, she asks, turning to face Simon.
Just memories coming back. I'm sure now you know you
always love the altar, he says, leading her to the
green copped altar. The green walls a perfect backdrop to
the golden crucifix that hangs there. Watching Simon move in
front of the altar, as he turns to face her,
his son caresses her forehead, her knees buckled, the urge
to fall to her knees overpowering as her gaze fixes
on the erection, tenting his pants and desire, the need
to taste him swamping every thought, the memory flooding her senses,
her fingers grasping as stiff cock as she eases her
lips over the end, tasting that delicious hint of his desire,
as her tongue swirls over his tip, exploring him, enticing
him as he thrust deeper into her mouth, stretching her
lips as he threatens her throat, his fingers grasping her hair,
pulling her tight onto his cock, and then from nowhere,
another mouth moving deftly over his bulls her red lips,
sucking them into her mouth, forcing his cock to swell
even harder in Bath's mouth, the first drop of pree
come trickling over her tongue as she sees those eyes
that face her face right next to hers, her eyes
staring at hers as she takes his cock deep into
her mouth. Shocked, Beth opens her eyes, shattering the memory
into a thousand pieces, even more shocked to find herself
on her knees, her arousal burning like a wire fire
as she eyes a bulge in Simon's pants, the desire
to taste him, to fill his seed exploding in her throat,
to satisfy his desires, and then to feel her pussy
full of his hard passion. As he pushes inside of her,
pushing his hand through her hair, lifting her their eyes
meeting their lips just inches away. Beth can taste the
warmth of his breath, feel the heat of his desire
pressing against her stomach as he whispers, you know there
was one room you absolutely loved. How about that will
bring your memory back, before taking her hand and leading
her briskly to the door at the back of the knave.
Taking a key from his pocket, he unlocks the door
and steps aside with a sweeping motion of his hand,
he says, you open it please. It is your room
and certainly a place where ladies always come first. Nervously,
she places her hand on the door handle, turning it,
pushing the door and standing back. Panic feels her as
she stares through the open door at the site before her.
So well, I hope you've enjoyed that. Part two next
week so you'll have to see what's in the room
and what's going to happen and who is that strange
woman hanging around? Yes, this is a two parters, so
you can tune back in next week when we can
get wild in bed all over again. But until next time,
and always with your pleasure in mind, this is Devil
and Wild, wishing you selacious dreams up at the display
and atticate aductate intact at inducted