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It's Devlin and welcome to another episode of Wild in Bed,
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good fantasies. Now tonight, Hi, stought I might give you
a little surprise is a little bit of femdom fantasy.
Claire works and accounts, and when a new trainee is
thrust upon her, she has to take control, something she
has never done before. You can know this podcast is
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as you enjoy tonight's show. The numbers danced across the screen.
Claire always found it mildly amusing how they moved in cartworld,
she found it really curious that no one else saw it.
They only apparently saw static numbers, digits that they could
either count up or down. Of course, Claire could do
both of those with numbers as well, but that's what
made them special. It was what they could do for
her alone. That's probably why she worked in accounts. It
was she kidding, she thought to herself as she sighed,
toying with the pen on her desk. Middle aged, single,
three grown up, and her idea of having fun was
watching numbers dance on the screen. Fuck, you don't get
sadder than that, she mumbled to herself, looking out the
corner window of her office over the expanse of tarmac
beneath her. She thought, when they said she could have
a corner office with a view, the view would be
a lot greener, not just an expanse of gray stretching
out as far as the eye could see. And as
to the corner office, well, yes it was. It was
definitely in a corner, secreted beyond all the story's rooms
that no one ever visited. She barely saw her soul
from week to week. Of course, once payday came around,
her office filled with life, mainly the sales staff who
wanted to argue why their wages were too low. She
had raised three boys on her own. A bunch of
irate salespeople held no fear for her despite her slight sighs,
and they always left mumbling apologetically that had been three
days ago and had been the soul. Some of her
social interaction with the rest of the staff until next payday. God,
she was bored. Looking back to her screen, her shoulders
slumped as she thought she may as well get on
with work. Well it was that, or maybe find some
pawn on the internet and indulge in some mean time. Suddenly,
a knock at her door shattered her thoughts. The sales
staff didn't knock, and no one ever came down here.
Refusing to stand, she just called out come in as
strongly as she could. The door swung open, and a
young man walked in, dressed in a well tailored suit.
There was obviously also very new. Can I help you,
she asked, deciding he must be a new trainee and
was obviously lost. I'm Barry Dad. Sorry, mister Whittaker said
I should do some work experience with you, he said,
his voice brimming with arrogance. You're Claire, right, he asked,
giving her a strange look. Yes, I am, and I
don't know anything about this, she replied, curtly. You said
you might say this, so he gave me this letter,
Barry said, as he looked disapprovingly around her office. This
did not help her mood. She did not want to
babysit the boss's son, and why the hell didn't he
tell her directly? Her temper really was not getting any
better looking at the letter, It just said that she
should take him under her wing, as one day he
would be her boss. Ugh, she muttered. I better come
and see Dad to see what I meant to do
with you. You can't. He's gone away for a week,
so I guess I'm kinda in charge, Barry said, his
voice full of pomposity. Great Claire mumbled, although she had
to admit it was fairly typical. She hadn't met with
the boss since she joined the company five years ago.
It wasn't exactly unheard of for them to give out
instructions and not tell her how she was affected. Okay,
there's a table and chair in the corner you can
use that. I'm guessing it. Have given you a password
for the PC they have, But shouldn't I have your desk?
I will be the boss soon, he said, with that
now familiar tone of arrogance. You town well will not,
she sneered. This was going to be a week from hell, obviously.
Barry shuffled to the far desk, took Coffee's over priced
jacket and put it over the back of the chair.
Before sitting down, he asked, could I have at least
a cup of coffee? Claire had three kids who would
all enjoyed a very lazy teenage experience. She was prepared
for this question before he was even born. Yes, you
can back up the corridor the way you came, Turn
left at the end. Follow that corridor to the end.
The kitchen is there. I'll have one too, black, no sugar,
thank you, she said sternly, obviously a little crestfallen. Barry
skulked out of the office, returning five minutes later with
two cups of coffee. No cookies, Claire said, with a
wry smile. Barry just glared at her as he set
her coffee down before returning to his corner table and
switching on the computer, suppressing a kickle Claire could only
smile as she watched him. Maybe she could make this
week fun. As daddy was away. Reaching into the drawer
of her desk, she retrieved two cookies in a paper napkin.
She couldn't abide crumbs on the desk, but she couldn't
have without cookies with her coffee, so paper napkins. It
was Barry watched her as she took a genteel bite
of the first cookie, licking his lips, his eyes burning
with hunger desperation getting the better of him, he stood
up and leaned across her desk, reaching for the spare cookie. Damn,
he was so predictable. The experience of motherhood rose through Claire,
and her hand shot out with lightning speed, backing across
the back of Barry's hand. He recalled, nursing the wounded
hand as if he had been bitten by a snake.
I thought that was for me, he whined. Obviously his
parents didn't go in for spanking or any form of
discipline by the looks of it. Claire's eyes were suddenly
caught by the growing bulge in his pants. Really, you
like that spanking on the hand. Thankful none of her
sons has shown such masochistic tendencies. Claire had to smile
to herself. He was just a boy with a body
full of spunkn nowhere to put it. You can have
a cookie if you're good, Claire said, realizing he hadn't
picked up the sarcasm in her tone. She watched him
return to his desk, his shoulders fallen as if he
was a broken man. In the filing cabinet, the second drawer,
you'll find a foldomart Bank Reconciliation. You can enter those
details to day. Then maybe you can have a cookie,
she said, before taking another bite of her cookie. Barry
stood and opened the filing cabinet, pulling out the bulging
folder marked Bank Reconciliation. He stared at it in despair.
What all of them, he whined, Jesus whining had to stop.
They could sack her if they wanted, but there was
no way. She was suffering this all week. Barry glared
at her, defiantly, daring her to respond. Claire waited for
a moment, just to see if his petulance were go
any deeper, willing him to stomp his feet. If you
are going to act like a spol child, then I
will treat you like one, Claire thought to herself. Putting
her half eating cookie on the napkin, she rose from
her seat and crossed the room. In slow, deliberate tone,
she said, you are in my office, and you do
what I say. His lip rumbled as he glad at her,
his eyes burning anger, before he said, shan't, won't, before
taking the file and throwing it to the floor, scattering
the paperwork everywhere. Something from Claire's passed erupted inside her.
She had dealt with three annoying teenagers. She was damn
sure this one would not get the better of her.
Without thinking, instinct kicked in as she grabbed his wrist,
turning him in one easy movement, she pushed him against
the finding cabinet, slamming the door shut as her other
hand made a large, wide dark and connected loudly with
his ass. She was obviously out of practice, as she
never remembered it stinging like this, But fuck that felt good.
Five years of being imprisoned, five years of frustration, and
god knows how many years of sexual frustration, and this
boy walks into her office claiming to be the boss.
Suddenly she felt released, her whole body tingled with the
energy of power. Her pussy sprung from its comba, and
for the first time in years, throbbed with pleasure. Damn it,
she felt strong. She returned to her desk and took
her place back on the chair. She picked up her
cookie and took a bite before studying Barry as he
slowly turned back from the filing cabinet. His pants, tempting aggressively,
his eyes focused squarely on the ground. Well, mayn't we
the kinky one? I wonder if Tommy and Daddy know
how much you like to be spanked, she mused. Do
we understand each other? She asked curtly. Barry just nodded,
obviously aware of his erection. He tried his best to
cover it, moving his arms in front of him. For
a moment, Claire wondered where this had come from. She
had never considered herself as being dominant, more, describing herself
as a mildly angry mouse. But for some reason, she
was more turned on than she could remember being in
a very long time. Her pussy was positively dripping down
her thighs. Maybe it is just a culmination of years
of frustration, she muttered, without realizing she had said it
out loud. Sorry, Barry whispered sorry. Miss Claire snapped back curtly,
I will have respect when you address me, Suddenly concerned
she may be taking this a little too far, Barry
just shuffled and muttered, Sorry, Miss, speak up, boy. It
might be a small office, but I need to be
able to hear you. She said, The sensation of power
and strength flooding her body. Barry trembled as he spoke again,
lifting his chin to enunciate better. Sorry, miss, he said,
his voice stronger, more authoritative. And put your arms down
when you speak to me, she commanded, grinning without thinking,
Barry put his arms down to his sides, leaving his
hidden erection exposed all but for his pants. This sensation
that flooded through her power, she presumed, was intoxicating, addictive,
and she was drunk as a skunk on it. Pick
up those papers, she said briefly. Barry kneeled on the ground.
Claire listened to the shuffling of papers. Her body was
doing strange things between her thighs, she could feel she
was sudden. The slick on her thighs paid tribute to that,
but there was something else. She looked again at Barry
and saw he was still crouched over, trying to collect
all the paperwork and make sure it's in order, she said,
insuring herself a little more time to satisfy her curiosity.
Pushing her hand between her thighs, she pulled her long
skirt up, her fingers dancing gently over her panties. As
soon as she made that connection. Her hand shot up
to suppress a moan. Fuck. Her pussy was positively buzzing
with electric energy. She would have to find a way
to get some me time shortly to relieve leave this tension.
There was no way she could operate on a sensible
level with sensations this intense burning through a body. As
her senses moved away from the ache between her thighs,
she realized the shuffling of papers had stopped and was
now replaced by a quiet, moaning sound. Suddenly, sense prodded
her brain. This desk had no modesty board. Barry had
no doubt, just witnessed everything from a very personal angle.
She could only imagine how hard his cock was. Now,
Fuck the very thought of it. You like that, she
asked teasingly. Yes, miss. His voice, raptured with lust, came
from beneath the desk. The wave of intoxication hit her again,
her inabitions now lost comple Lately, she slid the drawer
of a desk open once more and retrieved a small
chocolate egg. She kept them for special moments, but she
decided she needed a treat right now. Taking the chocolate egg,
she slipped it between her thighs. Moving her panties to
one side, she pushed it between the dripping lips of
her sex. Now retrieve it using your mouth and tongue,
she said, parting her thighs, inviting me. A moment of
sensibility flickered in her mind before she said, and if
it melts before you retrieve it, you can lick every
bit of chocolate out of my pussy. Yes, miss and
Barry said enthusiastically. He pressed his face between her thighs,
his tongue flicking animalistically at her, Pushing deep inside. She
could feel the egg moving and his tongue exploring every
inch of her pussy to retrieve it. Her cow clutched ferociously,
as if a wild beast had been awakened. Whether he
planned it or not, his nose rubbed her clit aggressively,
his breath teasing it as if it was the most
sensitive kiss fuck. She could feel her orgasm burning through her.
It had been so long since she had had an
intense orgasm with anyone but herself, but this was something
quite different. She wrapped her legs around his head, her
heeled shoes digging into his back, squeezing him so tightly.
She could feel his desperate pants for breath. Somehow, the
sensation of those breaths only served to intensify the feelings
moving through her. Pushing her fingers through his hair, she
pulled him even tighter against her. The feeling of power
was overwhelming, rubbing her pussy against his face, His stubble
prickled at her thoughts, sending a new wave of sensations
ricocheting through her. As her pussy clutched angrily, her cord
burning with the swirling moving through her, She couldn't hold
back any longer. Her orgasm growled as it rose through
her body, a dragon awaking and wanting satisfaction desperately. It
clutched at his tongue as her thighs tensed, forcing a
squeal of pain from his lips as her orgasm exploded
through her body. Stand up, she said, in a tone
that invited no debate. Barry stood his cock so hard
it threatened to burst through his pants. Drop your pants,
she commanded, as she stood, moving in front of the desk,
collecting the three foot roll from the desk's side on
the way round. She had rarely used it before, as
it was intended for doing presentations on the whiteboard, and
as nobody ever came. But damn she would find a
use for it now. As Barry's pants dropped to the ground,
she said, and your boxes. He hurriedly pushed his boxes down,
his cock standing proudly in the air. Sitting on the
edge of the desk, she lifted her skirt and slid
her panties off. Fuck me now, she commanded. Barry pushed
between her folds. He obviously had not much experience with sex,
but Claire didn't care. He was enthusiastic and fit. She
just needed that cock inside her. Thrusting, wrapping her legs
around his waist, she pulled him harder onto her, forcing
his cock to push even deeper. Fuck me harder, she cried,
as she raised the rule, slapping it against his ass.
In perfect response, Barry grasped at the thighs and hammered
deep into a pussy, and again the rule came down,
the sound echoing around the room. Harder, Harder, she commanded.
Barry threw his whole body into fucking her, pounding her
pussy with every ounce of strength he had. Her pussy
trembled violently as the sensations of his girth stretching her lips,
burning through her body. Thrust after thrust pushed along her pussy,
forcing her orgasm to grow again, electricity shooting through every
inch of her body as she convulsed in raptures of pleasure.
One more strike of the rule and his body tensed.
He shuddered from head to toe as his warm com
erupted inside a pussy. Claire's body exploded in response to
the sensation as her orgasm avalanched down her body for
long moments, say pana, just enjoying the feelings, the shroud
of dominance embracing every cell of Claire's body. As Barry
stood back, Claire asked, so, when your daddy retires, who's
the boss? I'm sorry, miss, his voice sounding confused. I
am no, young man. You have so much still to learn,
she said, raising her foot and pressing the heel of
her shoe down the flat of his stomach, teasing it along.
He's still pulsing cock lifting her skirt, she simply said,
she is, and never forget it. Next week, we have
a brand new fantasy, or maybe two. This one was
sent him by a man. Yes, there are men listening,
quite a few. As it goes so hello out there
to we men. Mhm. They're quite a bit sharer with
their fantasies than the ladies are. The So until next
week when we can get wild in bed all over again.
This is devil and wild wishing, use salacious dreams. Lai