Don’t Move- BDSM-Spicy Audio Story by Salty Vixen

Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s story is titled Don’t Move”. Dear Sir, I have got to let you know that I am very lonely tonight and I need you so fucking bad.

Yes, place your hands on my tits. Rub them, make my nipples hard. Squeeze them. Turn me on.

That’s right, mmm feels fucking good. Now slide your hand to my pussy and finger fuck me until I cum…..

Next time, use that magical tongue of yours to give me an orgasm of a lifetime.

I want a new sensation of fucking , don’t you? Let’s begin….

“Don’t move,” you tell me.

I nod a little, whimper a little, keeping my eyes on yours, wide and unblinking.

Your bedroom is dark, lit only by a few tea light candles placed here and there. there is one in your hand. i watch as you begin to tilt it, then close my eyes and wait for the heat to spread across my body as the hot wax splashes down over my belly, thighs, breasts, neck.

We watched the evening news, half dressed, fingertips and toes grazing each other now and then. you turned the tv and lights off and peeled off your pants as i wiggled free from my shirt and panties. you ravished my belly, side to side, your teeth digging in a little more each time. you twisted my nipples and pulled at the straps of my bra.

“Take this off before you get up here to suck my cock.”

i lowered my face into your body and inhaled deeply, parting my lips and savoring the first taste. your fingers in my hair, insistent and encouraging, your hand cupping my jaw, i worked to take all of you into me. my legs trembled a little and my eyes left sticky wet streaks on my cheeks as you held me in place, pressing against the back of my throat. again. and again.

You pushed me away and reached for a condom. i sat on my heels in the middle of your bed, frozen, catching my breath in short gasps, eyes lowered as you readied yourself.

You pulled me to the corner of the bed and pushed yourself into me. i gasped a little. you pressed harder and faster, taking handfuls of flesh between your fingers and squeezing. my nipples became your handles, my calves framed your face.

We fucked until my body became a quivering mess. you gathered me up and covered my body with your weight, smiling as i shook a little in your arms. foreheads pressed together for a moment before you stood to wash up and refill our glasses.

We turned the tv on again and watched an actor run around like a mad man with his megaphone. during commercial breaks, our already entangled bodies pressed closer together as we kissed and nibbled on each other.

“Do you still have those nice candles you dripped all over me the last time i was here? and the baby oil?”

“Not those candles, but i’m sure what i have will do. what were you thinking – your front or back?”

“My front.”

Your kiss told me you liked the idea.

The tv went dark once again and you went off to gather supplies, returning with a sheet, a bag of tea lights, a lighter and the baby oil. i stood up long enough for the sheet to go down and fell back down to watch you light candles and place them around the room.

You sat down next to me and poured the oil into your palms, warming it and spreading it over my belly and thighs. you poured more and coated my legs and breasts. your slick fingers dipped into my slick folds and pressed into my cunt. two or three? four? soon joined by the fingers of your other hand, stretching me wide and fucking me harder. knuckles scraping against my asshole replaced by a fingertip, pressing and gaining easy entrance.

Your body lay parallel to mine as you used the weight of your upper body to thrust both hands into me. i could feel your knuckles pressing against my cunt. i tried to say yes, to urge you on with my words, but could only form sob-like moans. i reached for your leg and you gave it to me. i hugged it to my chest and your foot found my throat.

My orgasm shot up my back. i lifted off the bed and your foot on my throat, jabbing into my jaw, immediately pressed me back down, stealing my air and holding me in place as my cunt and ass tried to end your fingers’ assault.

Through my cries, i heard you growl, “one more, one more.”

our bodies were shiny with sweat and baby oil. you continued to rob me of speech and breath and all ability to form thought. i brought weak fingers to your chest and used everything inside me to get out the word, “please.”

Your thrusts ceased and your fingers left me slowly, purposefully. you took your glass in one hand and a candle in the other. i smiled weakly and sighed my appreciation as the first warm, gooey stream drizzled over my stomach. another pooled into the valley between my breasts. i lay spread out for you, a pale, freckled canvas. the wax spilled onto my nipples and between my legs.

“Don’t move,” you tell me as you place a candle on my lower abdomen.

I nod and brace myself for the next hot stream that puddles onto my neck and shoulders. candle after candle, emptied onto my skin and then left to rest. three across my belly, three in a triangle on my chest, one on each breast. my fingers and toes curl as i struggle to stay still.

Your fingers invade my cunt again. i look at you with pleading eyes.

“Don’t move,” you tell me.

The metal of the tea lights gets hotter on my skin. the one in the center of my stomach begins to burn.

“Please, hot…”

These are the only words i can form as you continue to fuck me with your fingers. you look down at me, at my tear stained cheeks, and begin to remove the candles one at a time. as you lift each one from my skin, you tip it over and finish it off, the wax even hotter and thinner now.

Only the candle in the center of my stomach remains. you reach for it and press harder into my cunt.

“Don’t move,” you tell me.