The first thing you notice when you open the door is that the bag I’ve brought with me is much larger than usual. As I set the bag down you can hear the click of glass, prompting you to ask, “What’s in the bag?” I simply smile and take you into my arms and silently kiss you. When we part, I take your hand and lead you over to the soft chair beside the bed. Slowly and purposefully, I remove all of your clothing and, after folding it, place it on the dresser. I smile as I gaze upon your nude form before extracting a piece of black cloth from my pants pocket. As I step closer you can see that it’s a blindfold. Stepping behind you, I quickly slide it over your head extinguishing all light, before guiding you down onto the chair.
Your vision obscured, you are forced to rely on your other senses. You can hear me walk away, and the clink of glass again as I pick up the bag and set it on the bed. You sit patiently in darkness as I move around the room placing objects at various points throughout the room, each placement is followed by a clicking sound which you realize is a lighter after the subtle scent of burning candles fills the room. Suddenly, my lips are pressing into yours once more and our tongues dance as they flit back and forth.
I remove the blindfold and you are greeted with the sight of dozens of candles flickering throughout the room. At the foot of the bed a large sheet has been laid on the floor, and I’ve carried one of the nightstands over next to it, the top is clustered with several different candles burning merrily away. Reaching down, I take your hand in mine and lead you to the sheet. “Belly, love.” I command in a soft but stern voice. Instinctively, you lower yourself to the ground on the sheet and take up the appropriate posture.
I begin by selecting a soy massage candle and pouring out a generous amount into the palm of my hand. Rubbing my hands together quickly so they are coated in the warm liquid, I place my hands on your upper back and begin kneading your shoulders. My hands work lower and lower down your back, replenishing with additional wax as needed. When I reach the cleft of your butt I take my time squeezing and massaging each cheek, before moving down your legs.
As I rub the wax over your thighs, I intentionally brush your outer lips with the outside of my hands, relishing in your sharp intakes and soft moans. Finally, after I’ve ensured every inch of your skin had been thoroughly prepared, I reach out and gently brush the back of my fingers down your exposed left cheek while reaching for the first candle on the stand.
I test the candle by dripping several drops of wax on the inside of my forearm. Satisfied it isn’t too hot, I hold the candle several feet above your back while shielding your hair with my other hand. The first drips land across your shoulders. The burning sensation flares suddenly and disappears nearly as rapidly as the wax cools. The next round lands slightly lower as I walk the wax down your back. Occasionally, the wax hits your more sensitive sides and you begin to squirm. The last act for that candle is a steady series of drips down your spine, and you arch your back at they creep closer and closer to your ass.
I extinguish that candle and place it back on the nightstand, and replace it with another. Holding the candle in my right hand, I run my left over your ass, before dipping it between your legs and cupping your sex in my palm. As my fingertips begin rubbing slow circles around your clit the first steady stream of wax lands on your left cheek. I move the candle in a figure-eight motion, outlining your ass as my fingers continue working your hardening nub. Around and around, I quickly move the candle,barely allowing the wax to cool before the next circuit begins. Pretty soon the wax begins to accumulate and run as it pools on your soft flesh. Due to the topography of your body, the wax runs down the sides of your hips and into the crack of your ass. As a particularly large pool makes its way closer to your tight hole, I slip a finger into your now-drenched pussy.
While my finger pumps in and out, massaging your silky interior, I replace the candle on the nightstand and, spreading your cheeks with one other hand, run my tongue up along your ass. I swirl the tip of my tongue in circles around your pucker, pressing it in with every other pass. When you begin to push back into my hand and tongue, I lift my head and grab another candle. This one, a long slender taper, is unlit. I coat the bottom with lube before pressing it quickly and gently into your ass.
“Better hold tight onto that one” I say with a wicked grin.
You hear the click of the lighter, and can see the flickering light on the wall in front of you as the wick ignites. As the wax begins to drip down the taper, I remove my finger from your pussy. You whine as its absence, but as the first drip of wax makes contact with the base of your asshole I push two fingers deep inside you. The flow of wax from the taper increases as more and more of the wick begins to burn and, before long, the wax is pooling around the base protruding from your tight ass. Vigorously, I begin thrusting my fingers in and out of your soaking cunt, and the movement causes the candle to rock back and forth, and flecks of hot wax land on your lower back, my hand, and your lips.
As you breathing becomes more and more ragged, I grab the final candle from the nightstand and begin dripping wax across your sensitive inner thighs, alternating from one side to the other. Your muscles begin to contract around my fingers, and I bury them completely inside you, furiously massaging your g-spot with the soft pads of my fingertips. You cry out as the first wave hits you, and I maneuver the candle in my hand so that it is dripping directly over your engorged lips. The steady drips soon mingle with the cascade of cum gushing out of you as you quiver and shake on the floor. Your movement causes the candle lodged in you ass to extinguish, but the molten wax still flows freely for the moment. As your orgasm subsides, I extinguish the candle I’m holding as well and extract my dripping fingers. Leaning over, I kiss you softly on the cheek and whisper, “good girl,” before turning you onto your side and pulling you close against me.
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