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Speaker 1: to another episode of Wild in Bed, your destination for
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Speaker 1: so tonight a little teacher's fantasy for you. Now, this
Speaker 1: one is likely to run on for a few weeks.
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Speaker 1: If you've ever had a teacher fantasy, you are just
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Speaker 1: Mary looked nervously at the whiteboard. Her lips moved to
Speaker 1: form the letters, but struggled to enunciate them. She squinted
Speaker 1: a little, as if that might bring them into closer focus,
Speaker 1: and sighed when she realized it just would not work.
Speaker 1: Mister Amoru mouthed the words on the board, whispering them
Speaker 1: as inspiration for her. He had always been very kind
Speaker 1: and protective of her when she was officially his pupil.
Speaker 1: When the other kids had been mean to her because
Speaker 1: she was a little slow and socially awkward, he had
Speaker 1: stood up for her. It even got her the upcoming
Speaker 1: job that she'd desperate needed to read for. It wasn't
Speaker 1: anything fancy, just serving at a large, posh dinner that
Speaker 1: mister Ameru was hosting, but it was a paying job,
Speaker 1: and that meant the world to marry. If she could
Speaker 1: just grasp these words, she knew she would make a
Speaker 1: success of it. It even offered her private lessons, even
Speaker 1: though she was now twenty five and should really pay him,
Speaker 1: which she would definitely do once she got paid. She
Speaker 1: refocused her attention on the board. The words stuttered out,
Speaker 1: and they sounded sort of like what he was whispering,
Speaker 1: but not really. Tears swelled in her eyes with strained
Speaker 1: and embarrassment. These were only words. She said them all
Speaker 1: the time, but once they were written, she just couldn't
Speaker 1: understand them. They jumbled up in front of her. Okay,
Speaker 1: his voice had lost none of its resonance, despite him
Speaker 1: being seven years older than when she had last sat
Speaker 1: in front of him. Like all the pupils at the
Speaker 1: girl's only school, she had found him extremely attractive. His
Speaker 1: hair then was dark and thick, now it was flacked
Speaker 1: with gray. His eyes hadn't lost their brightness or passion.
Speaker 1: Laughterliones marked his face now with an eternal smile. All
Speaker 1: in all, she thought briefly, he is a lot more
Speaker 1: attractive now than he was then. He had filled her
Speaker 1: teenage dreams with fantasies of running away together. She had
Speaker 1: her first orgasm with him, although admittedly he wasn't in
Speaker 1: the same room with her at the time, and many
Speaker 1: nights after she had sighed his name in the afterglow
Speaker 1: of pleasure as she drifted to sleep to be pursued
Speaker 1: lustfully through her dreams by her youthful desire. He smiled
Speaker 1: gently as he continued, let us try a different approach.
Speaker 1: Stand up for a moment. She obediently stood as he
Speaker 1: moved next to her. His cologne embraced her, forcing a
Speaker 1: gentle gasp from her lips. Her eyes closed as he
Speaker 1: moved behind her, the heat of his body pressed against hers. Suddenly,
Speaker 1: her mind flooded with memories, well a memory when he
Speaker 1: had stood behind her in class. Mary was sure she
Speaker 1: had felt the heat of an erection pressing on the
Speaker 1: small of her back. Her panties had done a little
Speaker 1: to damn her pleasure as it teased down her thighs.
Speaker 1: She remembered hearing him gently sniff the air, and for
Speaker 1: some reason she had done the same. Damn. She could
Speaker 1: smell her feminine pleasure, so he must be able to.
Speaker 1: It seemed to consume all the surrounding air. Opening her eyes,
Speaker 1: that familiar fragrance moved around to once again. Her senses
Speaker 1: accentuated as she felt his breath brush over her neck
Speaker 1: and seduce the attention of her ears. Lifting the slim
Speaker 1: cane he had always carried to the board, he tapped
Speaker 1: at the confused words gently as he whispered, you were
Speaker 1: always good with music. I remember you having a beautiful
Speaker 1: singing voice. So as I whisper the words, you sing them.
Speaker 1: Don't worry about the pronunciation just yet. Just get the
Speaker 1: rhythm and the rest will fall into place. The tip
Speaker 1: of his cane dropped from the board as the words
Speaker 1: left his mouth. School yard legend had it the cane
Speaker 1: was from his job before he arrived at Saint Magdalen's
Speaker 1: School for girls. He had been caught lashing one of
Speaker 1: the young nuns with it and had to leave. Of course,
Speaker 1: the image had never been far from Mary's mind once
Speaker 1: she had heard about it. It had drawn her eyes
Speaker 1: every time she had classed with him. Her mind had
Speaker 1: been a fury of desire as he drew it along
Speaker 1: his hand, wondering what it might feel like to be spanked.
Speaker 1: She had even tried it herself, but the positions always
Speaker 1: seemed too awkward to spank her own ass, so she
Speaker 1: had resorted to spanking the inside of her thigh until
Speaker 1: it trembled with a warm glow, and then she would
Speaker 1: to immerse her fingers deep into a wet sex, the throbbing,
Speaker 1: pulsing sensations moving through her. She had to admit the
Speaker 1: mixture of the ache from spanking and the deep thrust
Speaker 1: of her fingers had intensified her pleasure considerably, but still
Speaker 1: she wondered how it would be for a man to
Speaker 1: do it for her. Shaking her head, she refocused on
Speaker 1: the board as he began whispering with more than a
Speaker 1: little musicality. God Over. Mary sang the words back to him,
Speaker 1: gently immersing herself in the rhythm. See that's much better,
Speaker 1: he said. Now let's try with a little more confidence.
Speaker 1: This is a trick shown to me by a public speaker.
Speaker 1: If you'll excuse my hands for a moment, Mary just nodded,
Speaker 1: feeling a renewed confidence that maybe she could do this
Speaker 1: after all. Just hum for me, he whispered, his hand
Speaker 1: gently moving over her throat. The sensations of his fingers
Speaker 1: caressing her hum sent a new tingle moving through her body.
Speaker 1: Just following my fingers with your hum, he said, as
Speaker 1: his fingers drifted down her throat, down the buttons of
Speaker 1: shirt before it rested between her breasts. She dutifully let
Speaker 1: her hum drop to her breast, suddenly aware of how
Speaker 1: painfully erect her nipples were. Feeling the strength of his
Speaker 1: fingers so close to them fueled the heat burning between
Speaker 1: her thighs. She focused desperately on her hum, because frankly,
Speaker 1: anything else might just cause her to come, with nothing
Speaker 1: else needed. As he moved his fingers back to his cane,
Speaker 1: he brushed an erect nipple, sending shockwaves of pleasure right
Speaker 1: down to her clip. Mary could do nothing but bite
Speaker 1: her lip, trying to suppress a moan. Her thighs clenched
Speaker 1: together in a desperate bid to control the pleasure moving
Speaker 1: through her body. She focused back on the words on
Speaker 1: the board, ignoring the pulsing sensations between her thighs. But
Speaker 1: when he spoke again, his breath so dangerously warm on
Speaker 1: her neck, she whimpered. Before singing his words back again.
Speaker 1: It sounded like cocko vain, just with an underlying whimper
Speaker 1: of desperation. She wished like how he chose another other
Speaker 1: word than cock to start the menu with. All her
Speaker 1: mind could do was fixate on her teenage fantasies of
Speaker 1: how it would feel to have his hard cock deep
Speaker 1: inside her. He turned her around to face him. His
Speaker 1: crystal clear eyes twinkled with pride. That was fantastic, he said,
Speaker 1: every word, dripping with sincerity, pulling her in close, her
Speaker 1: nipples pressing against his chest, caressing them. She succumbed to
Speaker 1: the sensation of his body so close to hers, powerless
Speaker 1: to stop her mind from filling with her unfulfilled desires. Damn,
Speaker 1: she was dripping down at thought. She could feel that
Speaker 1: warm caress that told her everything she needed to know
Speaker 1: about what she really wanted. She nervously moved her arms
Speaker 1: around him to return the embrace. Still somewhat shorter than
Speaker 1: his six foot two stature, her hands dropped naturally on
Speaker 1: too his ass. She could feel him tensing beneath his
Speaker 1: fine tailored pants. His erection was most definitely pressing against
Speaker 1: her stomach. This wasn't an element of her overactive imagination.
Speaker 1: He was definitely hard and pushing against her. For the
Speaker 1: longest moment, they stood embracing each other tightly, his heart
Speaker 1: pulsing against her head as she rested it on him,
Speaker 1: wondering what she should do now. Years of teenage frustration
Speaker 1: screamed at her, filled her with a bravery she had
Speaker 1: never known. As she lifted her head, pushing herself up
Speaker 1: on her toes, their lips met In that one moment,
Speaker 1: the surge of passion that had been barely controlled throughout
Speaker 1: her school years flooded into the kiss. His hand slid
Speaker 1: up her back, pulling her tightly against him, his fingers
Speaker 1: sliding through her hair, pulling their kiss closer. Their tongues
Speaker 1: explored each other, embracing and caressing. It was a kiss
Speaker 1: Mary could only dream about. Her whole body burned with
Speaker 1: desire for this man. His hand slid down her neck
Speaker 1: before his lips followed them, kissing that sensitive flesh, his
Speaker 1: tongue teasing warm, wet circles that forced Mary's body to
Speaker 1: arch into him. Slowly, gently, he edged her against his desk.
Speaker 1: Mary's body responded out of instinct and allowed herself to
Speaker 1: move until she he felt the solid oak desk behind her.
Speaker 1: His fingers slide down her chest until he finds the
Speaker 1: buttons of her shirt. Loosening them one by one, his
Speaker 1: body moving down hers, his lips kissing the newly exposed
Speaker 1: flesh as each button springs open, biting gently on the
Speaker 1: soft flesh of her stomach. Before his tongue caress is
Speaker 1: the warmth left by his teeth. His hands move over
Speaker 1: the globes of her ass, massaging them slowly, fondling them,
Speaker 1: gripping them tightly. Mary pushed her hips forward, desperate to
Speaker 1: feel his kiss between her thighs, her wonton pussy screaming
Speaker 1: for attention. She lifted her legs and draped them over
Speaker 1: his shoulders, the heels of her court shoes rubbing up
Speaker 1: and down his back, etching her desire into his skin.
Speaker 1: The flat of his palms push up the outside of
Speaker 1: her legs, exposing her flesh to his touch. As he
Speaker 1: moved her skirt upwards, the slow pressure of his hands
Speaker 1: easing her pleasure through Mary's legs. Sliding over the top
Speaker 1: of her thighs, he massages the soft skin firmly between
Speaker 1: finger and thumb. A gentle sparling warmth glows inside, spreading
Speaker 1: bit by bit throughout her body, kissing the soft flesh
Speaker 1: above her knee. His breath creating a cascade of goose pumps.
Speaker 1: Merry moans, gently biting her lip in a desperate bit
Speaker 1: to control the flood of pleasure drenching her body without thinking.
Speaker 1: Her thighs tense, pushing back against the wet heat of
Speaker 1: his lips as he flicks his tongue higher up a thigh.
Speaker 1: Laying back on the desk, Mary pushes papers to the
Speaker 1: floor before her hands find his hair, massaging his head
Speaker 1: in grateful appreciation of the unslaughter sensations vibrating from head
Speaker 1: to toe. Inch by deliciously torture aus inch. His mouth
Speaker 1: moves up her thighs. The caress of his thick hair
Speaker 1: over her panties forces a moan from Mary's lips. This
Speaker 1: is the moment she has thought about for so long,
Speaker 1: the years of anticipation building to the split second she
Speaker 1: knows now is so close. As he sucks gently on
Speaker 1: her thighs, the edge of his teeth running along the
Speaker 1: sensitive skin. Her fingers gripped tighter in his hair, willing
Speaker 1: him higher, urging his lips where she needs him to go.
Speaker 1: The whisper of his breath moves over the soft material
Speaker 1: of her panties. The heat of his passion press against
Speaker 1: her folds. Her body shudders in delight as he brushes
Speaker 1: his lips over that soft material, the most beautiful caress
Speaker 1: along her lips. Mary pushes her feet down his back
Speaker 1: as at tension moves through her legs her orgasm, this
Speaker 1: orgasm she had dreamt about for so long, already invading
Speaker 1: every cell of her body. Closing her eyes, the sensations
Speaker 1: grow as he traces a slow, painful line down the
Speaker 1: edge of her panti's a promise of what is coming.
Speaker 1: Mary's core clunches would need at the proximity of his lips, inviting,
Speaker 1: wanting to experience him without the material between them. As
Speaker 1: if responding to her instincts, his fingertip traces a trembling
Speaker 1: line left by his mouth before sliding the sudden material
Speaker 1: to one side. Sensuously kissing at her lips, sucking them,
Speaker 1: he pulls one between his teeth as his fingers push
Speaker 1: inside at wanton sex. Her pussy clutches aggressively at the
Speaker 1: feeling of his finger tip massaging inside her, growing the
Speaker 1: pleasure that overpowers any fantasies. Pushing the hood of her
Speaker 1: clip gently back, the sudden feeling of his breath against
Speaker 1: it speeds up the throbbing need that is already there.
Speaker 1: It pulses with a beat stronger than her heart. Frustration
Speaker 1: and desperate need swirling in that most sensitive nub. Crossing
Speaker 1: her ankles behind his head, she tries to pull his
Speaker 1: mouth closer, but he resists. The moment, her moment, her pleasure,
Speaker 1: is his to give. When he sees fit gently but firmly,
Speaker 1: the tip of his tongue caresses around her clip, so
Speaker 1: painfully close, yet so far, holding her breath in anticipation
Speaker 1: at the moment when he finally touches her clit, Her
Speaker 1: finger's ball his hair tightly. Then, finally, after what seems
Speaker 1: like forever, his tongue lashes her clit with a vicious stroke.
Speaker 1: Mary growls loudly, a growl that resonates through her pussy,
Speaker 1: her stomach, her breasts, her neck, and escapes through her mouth.
Speaker 1: He sounds so primitive and animalistic, she didn't know she
Speaker 1: could make it. Her body twists in uncontrolled pleasure as
Speaker 1: his tongue lashes her clit again and again and again,
Speaker 1: before he slowly sucks her nub between his teeth, taunting
Speaker 1: its tip with his tongue Mary is hostage to her passion.
Speaker 1: His fingers thrust back inside her, filling her, teasing the
Speaker 1: fabric of her pussy as they thrust in and out.
Speaker 1: Oh my god, she cries out. Without warning. Her orgasm explodes,
Speaker 1: ears of frustrations flooding her body with its release. Her
Speaker 1: hips rock against his mouth, wanting to experience it more,
Speaker 1: wanting to succumb to his wishes, his desires. She really
Speaker 1: didn't know she could come like this. As the waves
Speaker 1: of her pleasure continue to cascade over her, he suddenly
Speaker 1: pulls back and flips her over on the desk. Her
Speaker 1: innocent pussy tightens as she feels the girth of his cock,
Speaker 1: pushing her lips apart. The sensation of him fitting her
Speaker 1: so deeply while she still throbs from her orgasm, accentuates
Speaker 1: the pleasure. Her pussy ripples along his cock as he
Speaker 1: pushes inside with hard, needy thrusts, as if he is
Speaker 1: punctuating her pleasure beyond doubt. Her eyes widen with the
Speaker 1: shock at the size of him, her lips stretching to
Speaker 1: accommodate him. Her pussy clutches at every inch as she
Speaker 1: fills him, pushing inside to keep her sanity. She focuses
Speaker 1: on the words on the board, moaning loudly as he
Speaker 1: continues to pound inside her, his fingers grasping her ass viciously,
Speaker 1: before the flat of his palm crashes across the rass
Speaker 1: with a loud slap that echoes around the room. The
Speaker 1: vibrations of the spank echo into her pussy, adding to
Speaker 1: the sensations of his cock and her pussy throbbing in
Speaker 1: sellacious harmony. She clutches harder along him, wanting to fill
Speaker 1: his cum, fill her completely. His hands slide up her back,
Speaker 1: his fingers pushing through her hair, gripping it, pulling her
Speaker 1: back on to him to meet every thrust of his cock.
Speaker 1: Somehow he pushes deeper than she had ever managed with
Speaker 1: the vibrator, her core clutching wildly at his beautiful shaft
Speaker 1: as he hammers her pleasure deep inside, feeling impulse inside
Speaker 1: just takes her straight back to the edge of the precipice.
Speaker 1: Or does she ever really leave it? He groans loudly,
Speaker 1: a sound that Mary feels vibrating through his cockin into
Speaker 1: a pussy, a sound that seems to touch every inch
Speaker 1: of her body. With every thrust his groans get louder,
Speaker 1: more punctuated, the vibrations along his cock more intense than
Speaker 1: his fingers tightened in her hair to the borderline of pain,
Speaker 1: the sensation sending another wave of pleasure ricocheting through her body,
Speaker 1: accentuating the throbbing in her pussy as she feels the
Speaker 1: warm streams of his comor erupt inside her, forcing her
Speaker 1: own body to explode in delightful agony. Continuing to thrust
Speaker 1: with hard, determined emotions, he grunts out the last of
Speaker 1: his cumb before releasing her hair, laying along her back,
Speaker 1: kissing her still trembling, flash immersing themselves in the warm
Speaker 1: sensations shared between their bodies. Gently, he kisses her neck,
Speaker 1: his hands caressing her shoulders gently. Eventually, his cock slides
Speaker 1: from inside her, the warm caress of their come, kissing
Speaker 1: down her thighs. He helps her up on to her feet,
Speaker 1: his arms circling her until she studies, brushing his hand
Speaker 1: through her hair. He holds her gaze before whispering, sorry
Speaker 1: about the spanking and the hair pulling. It's a thing
Speaker 1: for me. I hope I didn't hurt you. His sparkling
Speaker 1: eyes watch her with concern for a moment before, Mary
Speaker 1: turns to the desk and picks up his discarded caine.
Speaker 1: Turning back, she looks up at him from beneath her eyelashes,
Speaker 1: slides her hand and slowly up and down the cane
Speaker 1: before she says, coyly, Oh, you know, I've been curious
Speaker 1: about that forever, she says, smiling invitingly. Maybe for the
Speaker 1: next lesson. Then he says, in the meantime, you have
Speaker 1: only a week before your meal, so shall we meet
Speaker 1: again on Tuesday? As if we can't get this menu done?
Speaker 1: That sounds great, Mary says, as she enjoys the gentle
Speaker 1: stream of come trickling down the inside of a thigh. Okay,
Speaker 1: you practice singing the words and we can spend a
Speaker 1: few hours going through it on Tuesday. I know you'll
Speaker 1: get it, he responds, guiding her toward the door with
Speaker 1: his hand on the smaller her back. As Mary opens
Speaker 1: the door to leave, he spanks her ass once again,
Speaker 1: sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. Turning, Mary
Speaker 1: raises herself on her toes again and kisses him deeply
Speaker 1: before saying until Tuesday. Then, as she grins wildly, so
Speaker 1: the start of another listener's fantasy. I hope you enjoyed that. Now.
Speaker 1: If you haven't sent me your fantasy yet, why not
Speaker 1: go on get on the email send it across to me.
Speaker 1: You know you'll love to hear it up here. So
Speaker 1: next week we have part two of our little story,
Speaker 1: and it may even go to a part three. Let's
Speaker 1: see how we go. So I look forward to seeing
Speaker 1: you next week when we can get wild in bed
Speaker 1: all over again. So until then, and always with your
Speaker 1: pleasure in mind, this is Devil and Wild, wishing you
Speaker 1: salacious dreams. As you have enjoyed tonight's story, take one
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