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as Devlin, and welcome to another episode of Wild and Bed,
your destination for salacious stories, sensual satisfaction, and finger looking
good fantasies that you know this podcast is best enjoyed
laying on your bed. Just go ahead and put your
earbuds 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 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 in a woman, As you listened to my
voice and fell 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 brought a new office with
big plans, of course, to God's 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 Susie 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 the 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 doors swings open, there is nothing but a chair,
a desk, and a filing cabinet. She shouldn't really be
surprised the 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 fact 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 no 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 desk 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 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 a 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 the desk. 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 Petit'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 Mella 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 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 her. 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, Susy just called come on in. Then,
he simply said, oh, as he looked at Susie trapped
by her own desk. Dropping his tool back to the floor,
he walked over, looking at the controls before pressing something somewhere.
There 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 were as 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 tool bag
and disappearing under the desk. From somewhere under the desk,
Susy 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,
Susy 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,
Susy said, her voice stern 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 body
lotion around with me, just in case I get trapped
by a stupid desk, she whispered curtly. Why not try
the restrooms? 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 pants, 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 at 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 firm. Susie 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.
Speaker 2: Susie 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 thumbs moving up and down
her soft skin inch by delicious inch, sending tremors through
Susie'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 mutters 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 fingertips 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 rested pussy, while his lips stayed infuriating close
but not touching. God, she was burning with desire. Suddenly,
her thigh slipped under the desk, still trapped by the desk,
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 panties sent shock
weaves 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
a whole body to tense with uncontrollable desire. Suddenly, the
desk lifted. Susie looked down, his eyes looking up at
her over her roofed 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 stubble chin,
the sensation sending we old ways of passion burning through
her body. Slowly, his fingers explored her lips, his tongue
teasing gently up and down the length of her pussy, exploring, tasting, teasing.
Before his fingers slipped the hood off her clip, and
with delicious, deliberate broad strokes of his tongue, he caressed
around it. She moaned loudly, her body getting 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 for 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, her 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 her body, her orgasm merciless
in its domination of her whole body. Her hand reached
down and rubbed her clip furiously as he continued 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 Augussin. 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 cherney's 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, am,
and obviously on Friday, we have another harmony 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?
Is 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. As you have enjoyed
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