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Hi is Devlin and welcome to another episode of Wild
and Bed, your destination for salacious stories, sensual satisfaction and
finger looking good fantasies, and so tonight a little teacher's
fantasy for you. Now, this one is likely to run
on for a few weeks. Little Bag of Desires has
a lot of potential. If you've ever had a teacher fantasy,
you are just going to love this one. And you know,
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this podcast is best enjoyed laying on your bed. Just
loosen any clothing, put your earbuts in, close your eyes,
and surrender to the pleasure of my voice caressing over
and inside you. And when you're ready to surrender to pleasure,
just go ahead and take a deep breath and hold
it for a moment, let it go with a sigh,
letting go of any tension, any stress. For the next
twenty minutes or so, it's just you and my voice.
This is your time, your time to relax, your time
for sensuous satisfaction, Your time to release your inner passions
as you listen to my voice and feel the story
moving through your body as you enjoy tonight's show, Mary
looked nervously at the whiteboard. Her lips moved to form
the letters that struggled to enunciate them. She squinted a little,
as if that might bring them into closer focus, and
sighed when she realized it just would not work. Mister
Amoru mouthed the words on the board, whispering them as
inspiration for her. He had always been very kind and
protective of her when she was officially his pupil. When
the other kids had been mean to her because she
was a little slow and socially awkward, he had stood
up for her. It even got her the upcoming job
that she desperately needed to read for. It wasn't anything fancy,
just serving at a large, posh dinner that mister Amoru
was hosting, but it was a paying job, and that
meant the world to marry. If she could just grasp
these words, she knew she would make a success of it.
It even offered her private lessons, even though she was
now twenty five and should really pay him, which she
would definitely do once she got paid. She refocused her
attention on the board. The words stuttered out, and they
sounded sort of like what he was whispering, but not really.
Tears swelled in her eyes with strained and embarrassment. These
were only words. She said them all the time, but
once they were written, she just couldn't understand them. They
jumbled up in front of her.
Speaker 2: O kay. His voice had lost none of its resonance,
despite him being seven years older than when she had
last sat in front of him. Like all the pupils
at the girl's only school, she had found him extremely attractive.
His hair then was dark and thick, now it was
flacked with gray. His eyes hadn't lost their brightness or passion.
Laughter liones marked his face now with an eternal smile.
All in all, she thought briefly, he is a lot
more attractive now than he was then. He had filled
her teenage dreams with fantasies of running away together. She
had her first orgasm with him, although admittedly he wasn't
in the same room with her at the time, and
many nights after she had sighed his name in the
after glow of pleasure as she drifted to sleep to
be pursued lustfully through her dreams by her youthful desires.
He smiled gently as he continued, let us try a
different approach. Stand up for a moment. She obediently stood
as he moved next to her. His cologne embraced her,
forcing a gentle gasp from her lips. Her eyes closed
as he moved behind her, the heat of his body
pressed against hers. Suddenly, her mind flooded with memories, well,
a memory when he had stood behind her in class.
Mary was sure she had felt the heat of an
erection pressing on the small of her back. Her panties
had done little to damn her pleasure as it teased
down her thighs. She remembered hearing him gently sniff the air,
and for some reason she had done the same. Damn.
She could smell her feminine pleasure, so he must be
able to It seemed to consume all the surrounding air.
Opening her eyes, that familiar fragrance moved around to once again.
Her senses accentuated as she felt his breath brush over
her neck and seduce the attention of her ears. Lifting
the slim cane he had always carried to the board,
he tapped at the confused words gently as he whispered,
you were always good with music. I remember you having
a beautiful singing voice, so as I whisper the words
you sing them. Don't worry about the pronunciation just yet.
Just get the rhythm and the rest will fall into place.
The tip of his cane dropped from the board as
the words left his mouth. School yard legend had it
the cane was from his job. Before he arrived at
Saint Magdalen's School for girls. He had been caught lashing
one of the young nuns with it and had to leave.
Of course, the image had never been far from Mary's mind.
Once she had heard about it. It had drawn her
eyes every time she had class with him. Her mind
had been a fury of desire as he drew it
along his hand, Wondering what it might feel like to
be spanked. She had even tried it herself, but the
positions always seemed too awkward to spank her own ass,
so she had resorted to spanking the inside of her
thigh until it trembled with a warm glow, and then
she would immerse her fingers deep into a wet sex,
the throbbing, pulsing sensations moving through her. She had to
admit the mixture of the ache from spanking and the
deep thrusts of her fingers had intensified her pleasure considerably,
but still she wondered how it would be for a
man to do it for her. Shaking her head, she
refocused on the board as he began whispering with more
than a little musicality. God Over, Mary sang the words
back to him, gently immersing herself in the rhythm. See
that's much better, he said. Now let's try with a
little more confidence. This is a trick shown to me
by a public speaker. If you'll excuse my hands for
a moment, Mary just nodded, feeling a renewed confidence that
maybe she could do this after all. Just humm for me,
he whispered, his hand gently moving over her throat. The
sensations of his fingers curR resting her hum sent a
new tingle moving through her body. Just following my fingers
with your hum, he said, as his fingers drifted down
her throat, down the buttons of her shirt before it
rested between her breasts. She dutifully let her hum drop
to her breast, suddenly aware of how painfully erect her
nipples were. Feeling the strength of his fingers so close
to them fueled the heat burning between her thighs. She
focused desperately on her hum because, frankly, anything else might
just cause her to come with nothing else needed. As
he moved his fingers back to his cane, he brushed
an erect nipple, sending shockwaves of pleasure right down to
her clip. Mary could do nothing but bite her lip,
trying to suppress a moan. Her thighs clenched together in
a death a bid to control the pleasure moving through
her body. She focused back on the words on the board,
ignoring the pulsing sensations between her thighs. But when he
spoke again, his breath so dangerously warm on her neck,
she whimpered. Before singing his words back again. It sounded
like cocko vain, just with an underlying whimper of desperation.
She wished like how he chosen another word than cock
to start the menu with. All her mind could do
was fixate on our teenage fantasies of how it would
feel to have his hard cock deep inside her. He
turned her around to face him. His crystal clear eyes
twinkled with pride. That was fantastic, he said, every word,
dripping with sincerity, pulling her in close. Her nipples pressing
against his chest, caressing them. She succumbed to the sensation
of his body so close to hers, powerless to stop
her mind from filling with her unfulfilled desires. Damn, she
was dripping down her thigh. She could feel that warm
caress that told her everything she needed to know about
what she really wanted. She nervously moved her arms around
him to return the embrace. Still somewhat shorter than his
six foot two stature, her hands dropped naturally onto his ass.
She could feel him tensing beneath his fine tailored pants.
His erection was most definitely pressing against her stomach. This
wasn't an element of her overactive imagination. He was definitely
hard and pushing against her. For the longest moment, they stood,
embracing each other tightly, his heart pulsing against her head
as she ran rested it on him, wondering what she
should do now. Years of teenage frustration screamed at her
filled her with a bravery she had never known. As
she lifted her head, pushing herself up on her toes,
her lips met In that one moment, the surge of
passion that had been barely controlled throughout her school years,
flooded into the kiss. His hand slid up her back,
pulling her tightly against him, his fingers sliding through her hair,
pulling their kiss closer. Their tongues explored each other, embracing
and caressing. It was a kiss Mary could only dream about.
Her whole body burned with desire for this man. His
hand slid down her neck before his lips followed them,
kissing that sensitive flesh, his tongue teasing warm, wet circles
that forced Mary's body to arch into him. Slowly, gently,
he edged her against his desk. Mary's body responded out
of instinct and allowed herself to move until she felt
the solid oak desk behind her. His fingers slide down
her chest until he finds the buttons of her shirt,
loosening them one by one, His body moving down hers,
his lips kissing the newly exposed flesh as each button
springs open, biting gently on the soft flesh of her stomach,
before his tongue caresses the warmth left by his teeth.
His hands move over the globes of her ass, massaging
them slowly, fondling them, gripping them tightly. Mary pushed her
hips forward, desperate to feel his kiss between her thighs,
her wonton pussy screaming for attention, She lifted her legs
and draped them over his shoulders, the heels of her
court shoes rubbing up and down his back, etching her
desire into his skin. The flat of his palms push
up the outside of her legs, exposing her flesh to
his touch. As he moved her skirt upwards, the slow
pressure of his hands easing her pleasure through Mary's legs.
Sliding over the top of her thighs, he massages the
soft skin firmly between finger and thumb. A gentle sparling
warmth glows inside, spreading bit by bit throughout her body,
kissing the soft flesh above her knee, his breath creating
a cascade of goosebumps. Merry moans, gently biting her lip
in a desperate bid to control the flood of pleasure
drenching her body without thinking. Her thighs tense, pushing back
against the wet heat of his lips as he flicks
his tongue higher up a thigh. Laying back on the desk,
Mary pushes papers to the floor before her hands find
his hair, massaging his head in grateful appreciation of the
unslaught sensations vibrating from head to toe. Inch by deliciously
torture aus inch. His mouth moves up her thighs. The
caress of his thick hair over her panties forces a
moan from Mary's lips. This is the moment she has
thought about for so long, the years of anticipation building
to the split second she knows now is so close.
As he sucks gently on the thighs, the edge of
his teeth running along the sensitive skin. Her fingers gripped
tighter in his hair, willing him higher, urging his lips
where she needs him to go. The whisper of his
breath moves over the soft material of her pante's, the
heat of his passion pressing against her folds. Her body
shudders in delight as he brushes his lips over that
soft material, the most beautiful caress along her lips. Mary
pushes her feet down his back as attention moves through
her legs. Her orgasm, this orgasm she had dreamt about
for so long, already invading every cell of her body.
Closing her eyes, the sensations grow as he traces a slow,
painful line down the edge of her panties, a promise
of what is coming. Mary's core clunches would need at
the proximity of his lips, inviting, wanting to experience him
without the material between them. As if responding to her instincts,
his fingertip traces a trembling line left by his mouth
before sliding the sudden material to one side. Sensuously kissing
at her lips, sucking them, he pulls one between his
teeth as his fingers push inside At wanton sex, her
pussy clutches aggressively at the feeling of his fingertip massaging
inside her, growing the pleasure that overpowers any fantasies. Pushing
the hood of her clip gently back, the sudden feeling
of his breath against it speeds up the throbbing need
that is already there. It pulses with a beat stronger
than her heart. Frustration and desperate need swirling in that
most sensitive nub. Crossing her ankles behind his head, she
tries to pull his mouth closer, but he resists. The moment,
her moment, her pleasure, is his to give. When he
sees fit gently but firmly the tip of his tongue
caresses around her clit, so painfully close, yet so far,
holding her breath in anticipation at the moment when he
finally touches her clit, Her finger's ball his hair tightly. Then, finally,
after what seems like forever, his tongue lashes her clit
with a vicious stroke. Mary growls loudly, a growl that
resonates through her pussy, her stomach, her breasts, her neck,
and escapes through her mouth. He sounds so primitive and animalistic.
She didn't know she could make it. Her body twists
in uncontrolled pleasure as his tongue lashes her clit again
and again and again, before he slowly sucks her nub
between his teeth, taunting its tip with his tongue. Mary
is hostage to her passion his Her fingers thrust back
inside her, filling her, teasing the fabric of her pussy
as they thrust in and out. Oh my god, she
cries out without warning. Her orgasm explodes, ears of frustrations
flooding her body with its release. Her hips rock against
his mouth, wanting to experience it more, wanting to succumb
to his wishes. His desires. She really didn't know she
could come like this. As the waves of her pleasure
continue to cascade over her, he suddenly pulls back and
flips her over on the desk. Her innocent pussy tightens
as she feels the girth of his cock pushing her
lips apart. The sensation of him fitting her so deeply
while she still throbs from her orgasm, accentuates the pleasure.
Her pussy ripples along his cock as he pushes inside
with hard, needy thrusts, as if he has punched, stuating
her pleasure beyond doubt. Her eyes widen with the shock
of the size of him, her lips stretching to accommodate him,
her pussy clutches at every inch as she feels him
pushing inside. To keep her sanity, she focuses on the
words on the board, moaning loudly as he continues to
pound inside her, his fingers grasping her ass viciously, before
the flat of his palm crashes across the rass with
a loud slap that echoes around the room. The vibrations
of the spank echo into her pussy, adding to the
sensations of his cock and her pussy throbbing in sellacious harmony.
She clutches harder along him, wanting to fill his cum,
fill her completely. His hands slide up her back, his
fingers pushing through her hair, gripping it, pulling her back
on to him to meet every thrust of his cock.
Somehow he push wu. She's deeper than she had ever
managed with the vibrator, her core clutching wildly at his
beautiful shaft as he hammers her pleasure deep inside, feeling
impulse inside just takes her straight back to the edge
of the precipice. Or does she ever really leave it?
He groans loudly, a sound that Mary feels vibrating through
his cockin into a pussy, a sound that seems to
touch every inch of her body. With every thrust, his
groans get louder, more punctuated, the vibrations along his cock
more intense than his fingers tightened in her hair to
the borderline of pain, the sensation sending another wave of
pleasure ricocheting through her body, accentuating the throbbing in her
pussy as she feels the warm streams of his comer
erupt inside her, forcing her own body to explode in
delightful agony, continuing to thrust with heart determined emotions. He
grunts out the last of his cumb before releasing her hair,
laying along her back, kissing her still trembling flesh immersing
themselves in the warm sensations shared between their bodies. Gently,
he kisses her neck, his hands caressing her shoulders gently.
Eventually his cock slides from inside her, the warm caress
of their comb kissing down her thighs. He helps her
up on to her feet, his arms circling her until
she studies, brushing his hand through her hair. He holds
her gaze before whispering, sorry about the spanking and the
hair pulling. It's a thing for me. I hope I
didn't hurt you. His sparkling eyes watch her with canned
for a moment before Mary turns to the desk and
picks up his discarded cane. Turning back, she looks up
at him from beneath her eyelashes, slides her hands slowly
up and down the cane before she says coyly, Oh,
you know, I've been curious about that forever, She says,
smiling invitingly, maybe for the next lesson. Then he says.
In the meantime, you have only a week before your meal,
so shall we meet again on Tuesday and see if
we can't get this menu done? That sounds great, Mary says,
as she enjoys the gentle stream of come trickling down
the inside of a thigh. Okay, you practice singing the
words and we can spend a few hours going through
it on Tuesday. I know you'll get it, he responds,
guiding her toward the door with his hand on the
smaller of her back. As Mary opens the door to leave,
he spanks her ass once again, sending a jolt of
pleasure through her body. Turning, Mary raises herself on her
toes again and kisses him deeply, before saying until Tuesday, then,
as she grins wildly, so the start of another listener's fantasy.
I hope you enjoyed that. Now, if you haven't sent
me your fantasy yet, why not go on, get on
the email send it across to me. You know you'll
love to hear it up here. So next week we
have part two of our little story, and it may
even go to a part three. Let's see how we go.
So I look forward to seeing you next week when
we can get wild in bed all over again. So
until then, and always with your pleasure in mind, this
is definitely wild. Wishing you salacious dreams
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