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So let's begin, shall we. Hi as Devlin, and welcome
to another episode of Wild in Bed, your destination for
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you know this podcast is best enjoyed laying on your bed.
Just go ahead and put rear buds in, loosen any clothing,
close your eyes, and surrender to the pleasure of my
voice moving over and inside you. And when you're ready
to surrender to sensuous pleasure, just 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 twenty minutes or so, it's just you
in my voice. This is your time, your time to relax,
your time for sensuous satisfaction, your time to release that
in a woman as you listen to my voice and
feel the story caressing over your body. Susie stood at
the door, wondering why it intimidated her so much. The
shiny plaque was new, but exactly the same as the
last plaque she had had. It was eighteen months since
she had last been in her office, not this office.
Two years ago, they had bought a new office with
big plans. Of course, the gods laugh when men make plans,
and that had been no exception. The pandemic had struck
brutally hard. People were forced back into their homes to
continue to work. Their shining new offices had remained barren
and desolate for all that time. In truth, Susy had
gotten kind of use to not having to commute into
the office. The relaxed attitudes of showering and shaving suited her.
She almost wanted to be back in the midst of
the pandemic. Her home maybe empty apart from her dog,
but she had accepted her single life and preferred it
to all the faux couples she saw. But she knew
she couldn't. She knew life had to return to normal.
Today was a first day back in their job, the
first day seeing her new office. She knew she should
be excited, so why the hell did it feel like
the first day of school all over again. Gripping the
door handle, she turns it slowly, anticipating a surprise. But
when the door swings open, there is nothing but a chair,
a desk, and a filing cabinet. She shouldn't really be surprised,
A misted glass panel that replaced a wall and created
an obvious, if blurred impression of an empty office that
lay behind. Placing her toe bag and plant on the desk,
she studied the welcome pact left for her, a stupid
COVID questionnaire as if she would have come into the
office if she had had any of the symptoms pandemic
or not. A map of the floor she was on
restrooms and coffee machines, mapped out in neon green with
helpful images just in case she had forgotten what one
looked like a helpful guide to the filing cabinet. Really,
is this what the world has come to? Forgetting how
to open and close filing cabinets? Images of her office
chair and what all the levers were for something she
should know and possibly would try for a whole five
minutes until she had lost her patience with it and
accepted that her feet were just destiny not to reach
the floor. And then there was the instruction manual to
her desk. This was no simple image with side notes.
This was thirty two pages of instruction in three different languages.
Turns out her bosses had decided that just sitting at
the desk and working was way too relaxing. Now she
had to have a deser that could rise up and
down so she could stand at the desk. Of course,
they had ignored the fact that, at a little over
five feet tall, she was stood at most desks with
her talent for technology, no doubt. Within a day she
would need a step ladder to reach her paper and pens,
and of course, the ubiquitous note informing her that only
ten people were allowed in the office at any one time. Really,
three hundred office suites and only ten people allowed in.
She guessed she would have to get used to empty
offices from now on, and a very helpful footnote from
it offering a helpline if she had any problems with
her new furniture, which would no doubt go through to
a voicemail that no one ever listened to. Deciding she
needed a coffee before she started setting up anything that
required a manual, grabbed the floor mat and headed out
to find the coffee machine. A woman needed to maintain priorities,
after all, It only took her twenty minutes to return
to her office. Of course, no one had thought to
mark that on her map. Her coffee was still thankfully
lukewarm when she placed it on the desk and glared
at her chair. The electricity of mutual loathing crackled in
the air between them. She walked slowly around the chair,
inspecting the levers to get her bearings before sitting on it.
The chair had obviously been designed for her orangutang. As
her arms fell miserably to reach any of the controls
underneath the seat, her feet still a good eighteen inches
from the floor, she accidentally discovered the massage button, which
would no doubt have been soothing had she not been
trying to lean over the arm of the chair to
reach the levers and the massage rollers. Finding her most
sensitive spots. Sighing irritably, she accepted that she would have
to just leap in and out of the chair for
the moment, but maybe she could figure out how to
lower them. Having it lower than chin level just had
to be useful, otherwise she really would have to get
a step ladder and just sit on the desk and work.
This was so stupid. Someone in their infinite wisdom had
decided what a woman of Petite's thatture really needed was
all the controls of her desk along the side, completely
out of sight, so she had to lean over the
desk to find them. Fumbling blindly, her cheek pressed hard
against the cold metal mine's surface, Susy could feel some controls,
although figuring which ones they were was almost impossible. Eventually,
she found what seemed to be the world's smallest joystick,
and stretching her fingers, she barely managed to touch it,
saying a muttered prayer to herself. She started oppressing whatever
she could without warning, the desk dropped eighteen inches, dumping
her unceremoniously back into her seat, Trapping her legs tightly
trying to reach the controls, but the desk blocked her attempts. Okay,
this might actually be a little more uncomfortable.
Speaker 2: Than she liked. As she struggled in her prone position.
Conceding defeat, she reached for her handbag and pulled out
her cellphone, dialing the number for it support hurriedly. She
was surprised when somebody answered. Explaining her predicament, the young
man healthfully said he would be right up. Surprisingly, it
was only a few minutes before he arrived, knocking at
the door. He waited outside, Frustrated, Susie just called come
on in. Then, he simply said, oh, as he looked
at Susie trapped by her own desk. Dropping his tool
bag to the floor, he walked over, looking at the
controls before pressing. Something was a slight cracking sound, and
the desk shuddered slightly before failing to move completely. I
think we might have blown a fuse, he said, running
his fingers through his dark hair. Susy turned to face him,
more than mildly irritated by the glint of humor in
his bright eyes. You can get me out of this contraption, right,
she said, more sharply than intended. His arms strained as
he attempted to manually lift the desk, Susie's attention strangely
drawn to his straining biceps and chest. Even through his
loose T shirt, the tightness of his muscles was evident. Okay,
I'm going to have to climb under the desk to
see if there's a fuse blown or something, he muttered,
without exuding any confidence whatsoever. For some unknown reason, he
rubbed his palms down his jeans before retrieving his tour
bag and disappearing under the desk. From somewhere under the desk,
Susi could just make out his voice. Can you move
your legs to the side, please. I have to get
into the controls and they're right above your legs. And
desperately Susie tried to move her legs, but found them
to be completely trapped by the desk. No, I can't,
she called back, reappearing from under the desk, his face
absolutely serious, desperately controlling his urge to burst into laughter.
You mention this to anyone, and your career here will
be decidedly uncomfortable, Susi said, her voice stirn and stressed.
I won't, I promise, but to get you out, I'm
going to have to find something to put over your
legs to help them slip to the side. Have you
got anything like a body lotion, he asked, blushing a little.
As much as it might surprise you, I don't carry
things like Bob around with me, just in case I
get trapped by a stupid desk, She whispered curtly. Why
not try the rest rooms a hand lotion or something,
Her annoyance barely controlled. He opened his mouth to respond,
but obviously thinking better of it, he shut it again,
turning and leaving the room. Within a few moments, he
returned with a bottle of what Susy hoped at least
was hand wash. Obviously, he knows the layout of the
floor a whole lot better than she does. Disappearing back
under the desk, Susy is at least grateful she decided
to wear a skirt to day if she'd warm hands,
No doubt they would be ruined by what he had intended,
and she would have to walk through the office with
very damp patches all over her legs. It would be
nice if he had warned her before he applied the
first handful across her thighs. It was absolutely freezing. Where
did you get that it's freezing, she cried, Oh, sorry,
it was in the stores. Are warm it a little
taking a little more care with his next application, slowly
easing it over her knees, the warm caress of the
oil kissing the soft skin at the bottom of her
thighs firmly. Susy bit her lip to suppress a moan.
I'm going to have to ease your skirt up a little.
I'm sorry if this gets a little personal, he said,
without conviction. I bet you are, Susy thought to herself,
Thank god, I wore my decent panties. Feeling the strength
of his fingers as they eased the lotion between her thighs,
his sums moving up and down her soft skin inch
by delicious inch, sending tremors through SUSY's body that she
had not felt in so long. Suddenly, long forgotten desire
cascaded down her body, her thighs tensing just forcing them
tighter against the desk. God, your thighs are strong. I'm
going to have to push a little harder, he muttered
from under the desk. Susie's fingers gripped on the arm
of the chair as she felt his long fingers pushing
up her thighs, the damp, warm sensation of the lotion
on her skin accentuating her own warm, damp feeling that
was relentlessly growing inch by inch. He slid her skirt
slowly higher, coating her skin in the luxurious lotion. Susie's
pussy throbbing with need, she felt his hands slide ever
closer to her folds. Years of single life and sexual
frustration came to bear inside her pussy, and it painfully
ached for him to touch her. What the heck was
she doing? She had a senior job, and yet right
now all she could think of was for this engineer's
fingers to be pushing inside of her kneedy lips, his
finger tips now brushing the edge of her panties as
he massaged the lotion firmly across them. She could smell
her own desire even over the fragrance of the lotion.
His breath caressed her pussy, while his lips stayed infuriating
close but not touching. God, she was burning with desire. Suddenly,
her thighs slipped under the desk, still trapped by the
desp but parted. Now, Okay, I'm going to have to
just unscrew the control panel. I'm sorry if it touches
you in any way, he said, gingerly. The sensation at
the back of his fingers pressing against her panty's sent
shock weights of electricity through Susie's body each turn of
the screwdriver, forcing his fingers to brush over her panties,
innocently caressing her lips her clip. Susie wasn't sure if
she had already been moaning or if this was the
first moment that had parted her lips, but the sensation
of his fingers repeatedly brushing against her moist sensitive varier
forced her whole body to tense with uncontrollable desire. Suddenly,
the desk lifted. Susie looked down his eyes looking up
at her over her roosed shirt. Without thinking, she just
said finish it and put her legs over his shoulders,
pulling his lips firmly against her pussy. His tongue teased
along the edge of her panties, teasing the edge of
her folds. Susie slowly rocked her pussy up and down
his stuble chin, the sensation sending wild ways of passion
burning through her body. Slowly, his fingers explored her lips,
his tongue teeasing gently up and down the length of
her pussy, exploring, tasting, teasing, before his fingers slipped the
hood off her clit, and with delicious, deliberate broad strokes
of his tongue, he caressed around it. She moaned loudly,
her body leetting closer and closer to where she needed
to be. His fingers slid inside her pussy, massaging her
walls as his lips sucked on her clip, intermediately flicking
it with his tongue, finding the massage bar. Finding the
massage button on the chair, he started sending gentle vibrations
through her body, intensifying the sensations already growing inside her.
Her thighs tightened, squeezing his magic lips tight against her
pussy as she gripped on the chair, his fingers thrusting
harder and harder, deeper and deeper through her trembling lips,
pussy clutching frantically at every movement of his fingers. She
could fill her core, tensing with the knee to release
the need to come. As she felt her clip being
sucked between his teeth, her body shook in pleasure as
her orgasm exploded from the top of her head to
the tip of her toes. Pushing her chair back, she
stared intensely at him. Be inside me now, she commanded.
Without waiting, he raised himself to his knees and buckled
his pants and guided his long, thick cock deep into
a still trembling pussy, clutching at every throbbing inch as
he pushed hard and deep inside her in perfect time
with the vibrations of the chair. Unbuttoning her shirt, his
hands rubbed roughly over the lace of her braw, pinching
her nipples as he stretched her pussy tight around his girth.
Her orgasm just seemed to continue to grow with every
thrust of his hard coock. Wrapping her legs around his waist,
she pulled him in closer, pushing her pussy hard against
his thrusting hips. Listening to him moan, hearing him so
close to coming, sent a fresh wave of desire through
a body, her orgasm merciless in its domination of her
whole body. Her hand reached down and rubbed her clip
furiously as he continued to fuck her harder and harder,
his own body tensing then shuddering as Susie felt the
warm stream of his calm explode inside her. Her body
responded so intensely she thought she might faint from the
pleasure of flooding through her body. As she cried out
o orgasm. Holding him inside her, Susie immersed herself in
the sensation of his wonderful cock pulsing against her clutching pussy.
Opening her eyes, she held his beautiful gaze for a
moment before whispering, I think my cherneys adjusting as well. Grinning,
he simply said, oh, I can help with that. It
might take me twenty minutes to get everything prepared again, though,
So I hope you like that little story. Another one
next week, and obviously on Friday we have another harmony
healing Meditation. Yes on Monday, a new erotic story. So
if you have any ideas or any suggestions you'd like
to hear for a story, then don't be shy. And
just come ahead and say this is what I'd like
to hear you do as a story, and let's see
where we go. Yeah, it's that easy. Just email me
at Devlin at wilddesires dot com and not do what
I can. So I look forward to seeing you on Monday.
Wait until then, and always with your pleasure in mind.
This is Devil and Wild wishing you salacious dreams.