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Stories from Wild and Bed, a taboo an erotic romance,
Part two. Her demons alive and most definitely kicking. Here
in this house of God, Mary is consumed by her
own desire, a sudden infatuation, but not just hers, as
she faces the passion of the priest, her temptation or salvation,
it is impossible to tell. Hi, it's devlent. Un Welcome
to another episode of Wild and Bed, your destination for
salacious stories, sensual satisfaction and finger licking good fantasy. So
the final part of our dirty Little Priest story. I
hope you're enjoying this fantasy. Now you know this podcast
is best enjoyed laying on your bed. Mm hmm, you
are on your bed, aren't you. Hm, those pretty little
eyes closed. Perhaps it your clothes suitably loosened for me.
You just put those ear pads in and surrender to
the pleasure of my voice caressing over your body. And
when you're ready to submit to pleasure. Just go ahead
and take a nice, 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 twenty minutes,
I'll say, it's just you and my voice, and this
is your time, Your time to relax, your time for
sensual satisfaction, your time to discover your inner passions. As
you feel my voice going with you as you drift
into the story. Mary wasn't sure if the heat she
felt in her cheeks was due to embarrassment of touching
herself in front of a priest, or from the growing
desire that echoed through her body as she firmly held
his cock, warm and swollen beneath its pants. She had
expect at him to pull away, to wretch himself backwards,
persecuted by his own lust and guilt. Yet there was
something so attractive, so sexy, about a man of the cloth.
His cock trembled with his desires as he looked at her.
For a moment, Mary wondered if she should let his
cock go. The gentle pleasure of holding his erection as
it throbbed between her fingers made her pussy swell so
much harder, and her clip throb so much more regressively.
With him in her hand, Without thinking, Mary squeezed him
a little tighter. Without thinking, Mary squeezed him a little tighter.
The kiss of her own desire drifted down her thighs.
She would like to think she was in control, no doubt,
like he did, but they both knew that wasn't true.
Both were consumed by their carnal passions, both ignited by
the desire spreading between them. Both were submissive to their
dominant passion. There was a look of mild panic burning
in his eyes, as if faced by the intensity of
his own passion. He was consumed by as many demons
as Mary was, the curse of his mortal lust occupying
every nerve, every thought. For the longest moment, they held
each other's gaze as Mary's fingers stroked his erection mindlessly
through the black woolen material of his pants, not aggressively,
more a gentle caress to soothe and relax, and to
be sure, his cock stayed stiff and his mouth to
start to speak. Mary was expecting a stutter, a show
of weakness or nerves, but in truth he showed nothing
apart from a deep confirmation of the strength within his body,
within his soul. I have taken a vow of chastity,
he said, as if trying to confirm his promise, more
to himself than anyone else. His gaze distant and attached,
as if engaged in some inner conversation. Yet still he
didn't pull away from the warmth of her touch. He
heard something about you makes me want to forget it
all and leave it behind. My call it my faith,
my occupation, he whispered, a confused undertone to his voice.
Mary could only stare into his eyes silently as she
traced the pad of her thumb over the swollen tip
of his cock, feeding it throbbing in delightful response. Without
a word, he leaned in to kiss her, to taste
her moist lips, promise so much. There was a moment
a pause as they took a breath, as if both
of them were aware of the implications of what would
happen there. Mary could only whimper as his tongue teased
her mouth, their lips tasting each other hungrily. As she
continued to squeeze his cock gently, Mary's skin tingled, his
fingers explored her body, His lips, pressing passionately against her.
Fueled by their undeniable passion, they were both suddenly consumed
by their own desire. The rules, the promises, the vow
all forgotten. Mary moaned loudly as his fingers ventured beneath
her skirt, stroking the wet material of her panties. She
pressed a pussy back against him, urging him to explore deeper,
to caress the inside of her pussy, to fill her
kneed with the length of his shaft. Her fingers fumbled
with passionate urgency as she released his buckle to expose
his beautiful cock once more to the air. His passionate
desire resurrected. His body trembled as that forgotten fire burned
through him, again, pressing him backwards. He stumbled on the
oldar steps before eventually leaning against a large plinth. As
Mary grasped his cock desperately, she could feel nothing but
the hunger for his last rine. Now, her fingers dragged
along the material of his shirt, releasing the buttons one
by one, and as she fondled his chest, her fingers,
pushing through the hair agrossed his skin. There was something
so sexy, so arousing about, knowing that she was the
first woman in years to touch his body in such
an erotic way, to feel his erection pressing against her,
to be consumed by his desire. Without saying a word,
she slowly kissed down his body, her finger now stinging
along the tight expanse of skin, exciting his body, before
slowly caressing every inch with her tongue, flicking temptingly over
his tight nipples. Mary smiled at the sensations of his
cock throbbing in her hand. Her own pussy trembled with
a growing fire. Her core tightened and squeezed along his
fingers as they pressed deeper inside her, gently massaging the
walls of her pussy, tormenting her lust to life. Mary
could only feel the need to be fulfilled, to have
him occupy every inch of her body, to be owned
and taken without denial, without hesitation. As she lowered to
her knees, her fingers caressed his balls, stroking them between
her finger and thumb, as her lips kissed down his
length gently, her tongue caressing the tip of his cock,
stroking it gently as he swelled inside her mouth. The
movements of her tongue stretching him to the limit, her
eyes cast over the plane of his chest. Captured by
the look in his eyes, Mary slid her fingers along
his length. Her clip throbbed and nate as she watched
his eyes roll back inside his head, And somehow the
thought of his arousal, the submission to him, this surrender
into his passion, this chemistry they shared, turned her on
even more. Not one to shatter the moment, to ruin
the desire moving between them, Mary slid her lips along
every inch as she drank in the desire burning through
his cock, as his fingers gripped the white material that
draped over the altar. Tormented by his pleasure, he released
the buttons of his shirt and let his dog collar
fall to the floor, abandoning his faith, at least for
this moment. As Mary's mouth took him deep into her throat,
his fingers tightened their grip on her hair as his
moans continued to grow, his body moving in beautiful response
as his hips thrust into her throat, his chastity creating
a dam of lust, an explosion waiting to happen. As
Mary's fingers circled his bulls delicately Her eyes traced over
his stomach, Her tongue flicked and circled his cock as
a warm caress of pre comb caressed her throat. Mary's
fingers traced over the cheeks of his ass, her fingertips
teasing the tight rosette. As she explored that most private area,
her fingers forced deep into his ring of muscle. His
body thrust, tightening as his cock pressed in desperate response
to the invasion in his ass, years of denial burning
through his veins. As Mary's head bobbed up and down
his cock, she wanted more, not just the taste of
his sweet com erupting from his erection. Now, she wanted
to fill him completely. As she felt the desire burning
deep inside her body. Letting his cock drop from her lips,
Mary rose and pressed her body against his, feeling the
heat of his nakedness. Trembling with need, his body shook
with a lust to take her fully. Teasingly, Mary brushed
her lips over his nipples, her tongue teasing them once again,
as her fingers slid up and down his shaft, stroking
his erection, pumping his desire. Suddenly, he turned her and
bent her over the altar the rage of his passion,
not wishing to be ignored any longer, biting her neck
as he pressed against the cheeks of her ass. His swollen,
exposed cock caressed her pussy, stroking the wet folds as
his hands grasped at her, twisting them tightly, before pulling
her against him. His cock pressed into her sex, stretching
her lips with his trembling girth. He lowered a solitary
finger between her thighs and stroked her pussy as it
dripped along his hand, sending shot ways of pleasure moving
through her body as first one finger, then two, then
three pressed deep inside, pummeling her sex as he whispered
filth from his lips, taking it to the edge of
pleasure as he fingered as senseless. Suddenly, his fingers slid
from her pussy and pressed between the cheeks of her ass.
Wet with her slick, he pushed inside her tight as
his other hand guided his cock between her folds before
thrusting deep and hard inside her pussy with an urgency,
a desperate need for satisfaction, his own demonic desires coming
to life as his cock pushed deeper, his fingers massaging
deep inside her eyes, pressing along his shaft as it
trembled inside her pussy. The sensation of being so filled
with him occupied every sense in her body. She couldn't
anticipate the avalanche of pleasure that shuddered through her, taking
her to the very edges. Her pussy clutched at his cock,
her clit trembling as his other hand reached below and
pinched her clit roughly as his cock. His fingers pressed
into her body, forcing her to succumb to the sensations
that rip around his girth. Mary's fingers grasped at the material,
fingernails clutching the edge of the altar as his body
pounded into her. Thrust after vicious thrust filled her wet
pussy as his curses of erotic pleasure resonated in the church.
Already she could fill her pussy throbbing, aching for pleasure,
this wanton desire that filled her senses. Looking up from
the altar, Mary's eyes focused on the crucifix before whispering
sweet prayers as her body trembled and ached with the
waves of pleasure. Suddenly, the length of the priest's trembled
inside her pussy. It pulsed with a new energy. Swollen
and hot, he erupted inside her, warm come filling every
inch of her pussy. As he continued to thrust hot
streams of his seamen, caressing her thighs. Mary cried out
for mercy as her own body collapsed in the tsunami
of pleasure. Wave after wave of orgasm pummeled her body,
Her senses gripped as tears streamed down her face. The
confusion of pleasure veiled her mind. Slowly, his thrust ceased
as his come continued to flood down her thigh, the
aftershocks of pleasure moving between them constant tremors that eventually
slowed as Mary poured herself forward and let his cock
slip from her pussy. Still trembling, she turned and gently
slid her fingers along that shaft, grinning with satisfaction as
he moaned his pleasure. Slowly, she slid her lips along
his length, his sensitive girth, enjoying the sensation of him
throbbing in her mouth, tasting his pleasure from the length
of his cock and his body still trembled. Her fingers
toyed with his balls, massaging each one before invading his cheeks,
her fingers pressing that rosette as her mouth continued to
taste his pleasure, forcing his body to buck at the
continued torture of desire. The sound of his moans occupied
her senses, her body trembling as his cock stiffened again,
filling her throat as he pressed even deeper his tortures
right of plasure. As his body trembled, Mary could feel
him stepping towards the edge again as she fingered his ass,
his body tense. Mary's grip tightened around his bulls as
she felt him shift with pleasure, his cock overloaded by
sensations as it trembled in her mouth, a warm second
eruption caressing the inside of her throat. Their moanes of
satisfaction echoed through the hallowed building, his promises of chastity
all but forgotten. As his body erupted once again, filling
her mouth with his cumb Mary could feel the tremble
of his excitement vibrate through a body as his pleasure
dripped down her chin. For the longest moment, they held
each other quietly, neither one wanting to shatter the moment.
Somewhere in the midst of their contentment, their hearts beating
pulsing as one, a gentle electrisity moving between them, somehow
bringing them closer. My name is Thomas, the priest eventually said,
as if some moral dictum forced him to speak. Running
her fingers through his hair, Mary sank into his eyes.
The warm gaze that moved between them as it braced
her completely lost to sanity. As she sank into those
stormy blue eyes. Somehow, Mary suddenly felt completely at home.
Kissing him gently, she whispered, and Mary's mind before kissing
him deeply yet again. So I guess my vow of
chastity is gone, Thomas said, with a white grin. Mary
laughed gently in response, and maybe you should consider another job. Slowly,
his fingers caress the altar, his finger tip pressing the
chalice as he sank into private thought, before he whispered,
I think you might be right. Maybe it's time for
me to leave. Looking around the remains of the clothes
on the floor, he reached down and picked up Mary's
discarded items, passing them to her with stretched hand. Trying
to think about what next. I might need somewhere to
stay for a little while. You don't happen to know
of anywhere? Do you, he asked his grin, returning again
as he dressed slowly. I might, she replied, as she
finished dressing and looked him in the eye, her legs
still trembling. As they moved toward the main door. The
warm caress of is come, kissing her thighs. As they
walked up the aisle. Somehow their fingers inter locked, gripping
each other tightly, escaping into the world and leaving his
dog color behind. So I hope you enjoyed that little
priest kink. Yes, So until next week when we can
get wild in Bed all over again. This is Devil
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