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it's Devlin, and welcome to another episode of Wild in Bed,
your Sunday night destination for salacious stories, passionate prose, and
filthy finger looking good fantasies. You know this podcast is
best enjoyed laying on your bed, so you might want
to loosen any clothing now, or maybe be completely naked
as you surrender to my story and give yourself permission
to enjoy every word, every touch, every sound as if
it was really happening. For the next thirty minutes or so,
it's just you and my voice. This is your time,
Your time to relax, your time to let you are
in a bish go, your time for censuous pleasure. As
you close your eyes and take a deep breath and
just hold it for a moment and let it go
with a sigh, letting all the stress of the week
ago as you listen to my words and let my
voice move over you. Helen Sheep as she glances around
the store. Words from weeks ago rising in her mind.
Her best friend's enthusiasm for her to rebel echoes loudly
in her memories that afternoon when she had dared to
break the rules, to do something while illegal that day
that had led to the best mind blowing sex of
her life that day that even now brings a throbbing
between her thighs and a glistening of wet desire to
her panties. But since that her sex life has vanished.
She has tried with a couple of partners, but honestly,
it was disappointing and just so well. Vanilla Helen knows
she craves to feel that risk, that threat of danger
once again. In truth, she craves him her a sexy cop.
Really she knows no one else will do. Over the
past couple of weeks, she has amassed a collection of
lingerie and adult toys, all stolen in the desperate hope
of seeing him again. High it's Devlin, but I'm welcome
to another episode and she just had to ask to
the idea he was cleared from her life. In her heart,
she knows she needs to move on. Without thinking, she
slides a red crotchless body into an oversized clutch bag.
It wasn't as if she even needed it. She didn't
stop to feel the sensuous red silk, or even ponder
how it might feel against her naked skin, or maybe
wear it for a man just before they fucked. Sighing
to herself as she takes one desperate look around the store,
dropping her head in resignation of another failed attempt, Helen
walks slowly through the sliding doors and out into the mall,
pausing for a moment, trying to think of stores that
she might just see him at. Helene shakes her head.
This is stupid. She is a mature woman, for fat's sake,
not some teenager with her first crush. What hold does
this man have over her? Stamping her heels on the
floor trying to shake off the shackles of sexual frustration,
he then decides to head home. Not so fast. Miss
A harsh baritone voice echoes as she feels strong fingers
grasping her shoulders, turning slowly. Suddenly, Hope rushes up her legs,
turning the gentle warmth in her panties into a wild
fire of desire. Before she has even turned to look
at him. Her pussy is clutching with need, the need
to feel his cock inside her again, to taste him,
to know the satisfaction that only he can give. Lifting
her eyes to look through her hair, green eyes stare
down at her. This isn't her blue eyed sexy cop.
Who is this impostor? Where is her cop? If she
is going to be arrested, there is only one man
for the job. As he guides her back into the store,
his hands grasp her shoulder strongly, the movement of his
thumb as it presses hard onto her muscle creating sensations
vibrating through her breast. He is definitely strong. His firm
grip attests to that. The fragrance of his cologne is
undoubtedly manly. Helen gas with reluctant desire as she breathes
in that fragrance, her body awashed with lust. As this
security guard escorts her through the store, his strong hands
skillfully guiding her between the rows of sensuous lingerie, past
the sex toys and the large mirror windowed to a
door in the far corner of the store. The thoughts
of the salacious things he might do to her, the
feeling of his body against her naked body, warming all
her hot spots, sending pulses of electricity through a painfully
round nipples as they push at the lace of her
bra her panties somehow caressing her clet, teasing it. What
is wrong with me? She muses? Do I have to
get arrested to get this turned on? Do I have
an authority fetish? Leaning over her, his broad chest prushing
at the back of Helen's head, the heat of his
body pressing along hers, turning her on even more shit.
She can feel her wet pleasure dripping down her thighs,
wishing now she had gone for jeans instead of a
wrapper own skirt. He must be able to smell her
lust the fuck's sake, She could, watching his hand intently
as it moves over her shoulder, punching a series of
digits into the keypad at the side of the door,
and then feels another wave of disappointment. He didn't touch her,
He didn't even try eye, For God's sake, he could
have grasped her tits or something. Opening the door, he
gives Helen a sharp push into the room, making her
stumble and almost fall to the floor. Get in the
chair and don't move. He snarls as he dumps her
clutch bag on the table, turning it upside down, letting
all its accusing contents of sex, toys and lingerie spill
onto the table. He turns his emerald green eyes towards Helen. Well,
haven't you been busy? I'm willing to bet my left
nut that none of this has been paid for, he says,
scowling at her the way he looks at her, the
fiercely dominant tone of his voice sending trembles through her
whole body, all culminating on an intense vibration on her clip.
The sensation of her pussy clutching between her thighs overpowers
any sensible thoughts she might be having. Pushing her thighs
together in a desperate attempt to stem the flow of
wet lust escaping her panties, Helen just seems to intensify
the feelings, her dampness becoming uncontrollable as she tries to
sit still on the chair, But the thought of what
punishment might before her should she move, just turning her
on out of her ever loving mind through defiance, lust
and discomfort, and squirms in her seat, inviting his punitive efforts.
She needs to be punished. She wants to be punished. Okay,
if you don't sit still, I will have to cuff
you to the chair, he growls, his voice full of
menace in the promise of dark pleasure, the thought of
him cuffing her to the chair turning Helen's lust into
an impossible volcano. Like a bratish child, she wriggles dramatically
in her chair, kicking at the ground with the heels
of her shoes to accentuate the motion, forcing her thighs together,
intensifying the sensation moving through a body, a wet desire
burning a line down her thighs. Glaring at her, he
snarls right, and with that he grabs her arms, roughly,
forcing them behind the chairs. With two metallic clicks. Helen
can feel her wrists secured firmly, her desire pulsing deep
in her core, her click trembling. Yes, Helen thinks, at last,
he may not be sexy comp but he will do
The menacing guard turns away, walking to the far side
of the room and retrieving his cellphone. He dows on
them quickly while watching Helen's squirm in the chair. It's
mark he says into the phone, I need you down
a fig leaves, and then disconnects the col walking back
toward Helen, lowering his head so their eyes a level,
he studies her for a moment. A surge of petulance
moves through her body as she kicks out with her
free legs, her heel, catching him hard on the shin fuck,
he growls, you bitch, Grabbing two more sets of handcuffs
from the table, his long fingers easily clasped a thigh
through her skirt, pushing her legs heavily down onto the chair,
he kneels, grinning at her. I can feel your wet
little pussy through your skirt. Guess you like being handcuffed?
Helen sighs. At last the penny has dropped. He forces
her legs apart and cuffing her ankles to the metal
legs of the chair. His eyes trace a line up
her body, holding for a moment over her breast, her
erec nipples breasting on her shirt, over her lips, holding
her gaze as he pushes her skirt up, exposing her
glistening thighs the cold air in the room, biting at
her throbbing clip through the wet silk of her panties.
Amona escapes Helen's lips as his thumbs roughly push at
the sudden material, pressing hard on the clip. As they
hold each other's gaze, her body trembling with a desire
that burns through a pussy, she gasps her head rolling back.
Oh God, please fuck me, she whispers, her mouth dry
with desire, standing up his heart, cock tenting his pants
just inches from Helen's lips, flicking her tongue across her
dry lips, moistening them. Knowing that beast of a cock
will be in her mouth any moment. Now, wanting it
to be there already, Helen closes her eyes as his
large fingers clumsy release his waistband. The sound of his
pants falling to his ankles. She opens her eyes again,
seeing the monster of a hard cock straining his box
assorts just confirms her desperate lust. I thought you might
like this. He sets, his voice level and cold as
he releases a pulsing length of muscle from his boxes.
Alen's eyes widen at the side of it, the hunger
to taste it, to feel it inside of her, densing
all her muscles in her core with furious need. Slowly
at first, his hand slides up and down the majestic
length of his cock, his long fingers straining around its girth,
watching every vein in his erection pulse with desire. As
his hand quickens in pace, grabbing hand's hair with his
other hand, twisting it into tight bundles, he growls, I'm
going to come over your face, hot, little thief. Your
throbbing pussy doesn't deserve my law abiding cock. Fuck no,
Ellen moans, I need to be fucked. You can't do this.
You think I'm going to put this beauty inside your
dirty pussy, little thief? Think again, He growls, the tip
of his erection pulsing just in front of Helen's eyes.
It burns an angry red as it swells in front
of her, pulsing with his rising orgasm. Fuck, he's going
to come and leave me needy and want him, Ellen
thinks to herself. The fuck you can't, he growls angrily
as the door to the office swings open. His voice
cuts off abruptly as an image of dark hair, intense
blue eyes glowing in the low light. That police uniform
that looks like the gods had poured him into it,
release her, She's mine. That sexy voice resonates around the room,
creating a surge of lust that washes over her body
as she watches the godlike figure stalk through the door,
her pussy crying out for his severe intention. Without pausing,
the security guard drops to the floor, releasing the handcuffs
around Helen's ankles, then standing and releasing her wrists. Helen
rubs at her arms before standing and walking to stand
next to her sexy cop Are you okay, baby girl? Yes,
his voice deep and full of possessive concern. There gaze
is meat, electristy crackling between them, Desire cascading down Helen's
body as he moves his hand, pulling her hard against
his firm body. A cessation of security, an unfathomable desire
embraces her, the pulsing in her core feeling like a
jackhammer as needs swelled deep inside. She slides the flat
of her palm over his broad chest. Succumbing to his
blue eyes. She whispers, I am now on he as fuck,
but you know, smiling up at him, hoping to appear
at least playful and obedient. The cruel smile dances over
sexy CoP's lips as he says normal, then his eyes
glistening with the promise of painful satisfaction. Turning toward the
security guard, his gaze hardens again. Turn the chair to
face the security window, he growls in that intense tone
that does nothing but make Helen tremble in pleasure. Leave
your pants, he commands, as the security guard bends to
raise his pants. Now sit down, his voice tingling with passion,
hand off yourself to the chair. Obediently, the guard sits
and handcuffs his ankles to the chair and his hands
together awkwardly clicking the lock into place, releasing Helen from
his protective grip. He walks to the table with the
spoils of her efforts spread across it. Pushing his bat
on through the lingerie and sex toys, he whispers, looks
like someone wanted to be arrested, quickly glancing back at
Helen and winking, forcing a blush over her body. Well maybe,
she says, embarrassed at how easily he could see through her.
Put this on, he orders, selecting the crutchless bodysuit from
the pile of contraband gasping Helen panics looking at the
large window overlooking the shop floor. Don't worry, baby girl.
No one out there can see and hear or hear
a thing. What we do in here is between us.
Siling gently, Helen takes a lace bodysuit and slowly unbuttons
her shirt. No behind him, This piece of shit doesn't
deserve to see your beautiful pussy until I say. Helen
pulls her shirt back across her lackluster cleavage before moving
around the bound security guard, letting her shirt fall to
the ground. Helen releases her skirt before it joins her
shirt in a parlor around her feet. As she slides
her panties down her legs, she suddenly feels a flush
of a rouse or cascading down her body. She had
never been comfortable being naked in front of men. For her,
her breasts were too small, her hips too wide, and
her stomach not as flat as she would like. But
in front of this man, as his gaze moves approvingly
up and down her body, that low growl of desire
that burns in his chest just makes her feel more
a rare else than she could ever remember feeling. There
was just something about him, about his demeanor, his voice,
his eyes that made Helen burn with desire. Sliding the
lace lingerie up her body, adjusting her pussy lips so
they fit perfectly in the gap. She turns to face him.
His eyes widen with lust, forcing him the wave of
desire to move through Helen's core. Damn it, just the
way he looks at her makes a ache. She knew
he wanted her, but fuck if she knew why. Just
as his eyes caress her body one more time, her
pussy clenching with desire, her nipples pushing hard against a
soft lace, and as she moves, the lace bites her nipples,
turning her on so much. Looking down, she can see
his appreciation, pushing hard at his pants. That beautiful cock
was so fiercely wrecked beneath the material. God, she wanted
to feel it again. Memories of that afternoon torment her
care with need to taste it, to feel it inside her.
She needed to feel it filling her. All she could
think of was falling to her knees and thanking him
in perfect submission, before taking every inch of him into
her mouth. Her tremble ran through her body just at
the thought of it. Now, let's show this piece of
shit how to treat a lady in need. Taking her hand,
he squeezes it tightly as he maneuvers her in front
of the guard. Turning her, he pushes her against the
security window, his body pressing hard against her back, his
throbbing cock teasing at her astrument behind his pants. Helen
closes her eyes as her pussy responds in perfect symphony,
moving his bat on up the back of herth eyes
firmly pushing it between them, forcing her legs apart. He
traces the bat on slowly over the soft skin on
the inside of her legs, stopping just as he reaches
her exposed pussy lips and slowly sliding its cold length
along her folds, the rough caress of the bat on
forcing her clip to throb even more intensely. Suddenly, he
taps a bat on against her clip, forcibly, sending shockwaves
of electricity through a body as a gentle sting subsides.
A warm glow burns to her clip, an aching desire
swirling that just seems to intensify all the sensations created
by being exposed to this man, by being submissive to him.
As he stops abruptly, Helen opens her eyes, wondering why,
suddenly aware of the shop is just feet away from
their decadent theater, and then fills her core, clutched with need.
Strangely more turned on by this near public display. The
women on the other side of the window selecting lingerie
and sex toys as that partners look on, none of
them realizing what was happening just inches away behind the window.
Grab your ankles, sexy Cock whispers in her ear. Submissively,
Helen bends over her hands, clasping her ankles. Turning, Sexy
Cock pushes his bat on under the security guard's nose
smell how beautiful she is. Pushing it along his lips,
he says, that's the closest thing you'll ever get to
tasting anything that fucking sexy. Looking down, he laughs cruelly,
mocking the security guard as he snears that beautiful cock
of yours seems to be nothing but an old, flaccid
piece of meat. Now with that, he stabs at it
with his baton, laughing at his embarrassment. Finally wiping the
baton over the guard's chest, he says, your pathetic dick
doesn't deserve to be near her sweet pussy, and turning
back toward Helen, his hands roughly rub over the globes
of her ass, his fingers grasping at the soft flesh,
pummeling it, before sliding two long fingers between her cheeks,
teasing her ass whole, massaging it gently with the wet
pleasure dripping from her pussy, before sliding a finger inside,
rubbing those sensitive spots that electrify her whole body, thrusting
gently in and out of that most secret place, her
tiring of muscle clenching on his finger before he slowly
pulls it out, prolonging her desire, her agony, her kneed
as he slides his hand further down, massaging the web
holds of her pussy, pulling them between his fingers, massaging
her claid, pinching it with excruciating precision. He rubs it
between his thumb and finger, dragging her nail slowly along it,
sending bolts of pleasure cascading through Helen's body, lifting her head.
Helen's eyes open widely as a moment of pure carnal
desire escapes her lips, staring at the shoppers through the
security window, her pussy aching with a longing as she
watches their faces, able to see every detail with sexy
cock commands, widen your legs further their own accord. Helen's
legs spread further apart, struggling to get her balance again
with the intense sensations moving through a body, just as
a broad hand crashes against her pussy, sending a beautiful,
burning sensation pulsing into a core. Moaning loudly as everything
in her puss, she trembles with the raw passion of
this man. Another spank on the folds of her pussy,
a body tensing at the wildfire of lust, making every
nerve and a body come to life, a need to
come intensifying with every punishing stroke of his hand. He
gal airs at the security guard and grouse this is
how you treat a needy pussy, dick weed, before another
painful thrash of his hands lands firmly on Helen's pussy,
sending her desire into overdrive. Fuck, she could just come
like this, she thinks, as spirals a pleasure move over
her body. Turning toward her again, he unbuckles his belt,
letting his pants drop before commanding, put your hands on
the window, baby girl, You're going to need some stability.
This might get intense before hammering without mercy, into Helen's
waiting pussy, her lips thrubbing around every demanding thrust of
his hard cock. Desperately, Helen pushes her hands against a
mirrored window, her fists clenching tightly in response to the
sensations moving through a body, the orgasm growing as his
fingers grasp hard at her hips, pulling her back onto him,
thrusting even deeper, every movement of his beautiful cock, rubbing
so perfectly along her clip, dracing a glorious line up
the wall of Helen's pussy, massaging that most private spot,
her core clutching at every inch of his heart, lust
tightening around him as she feels her orgasm spreading, Allen
moans loudly as his cock trembles inside her, a growl
rising up his chest as his body tenses. Suddenly, the
warm avalanche of his pleasure explodes inside her, triggering her
own orgasm, her body tensing as her hands grasped desperately
at the sheer glass in front of her, trying to
hold on to some stability. His cock still pulsing, he
pulls out of Helen's pussy is come, dripping down her thighs.
On your knees, he commands. Without waiting, Helen turns and
drops to her knees, taking his still pulsing cock hungrily
between her lips, her tongue, salaciously tasting every inch of
him as that beautiful com continues to pulse into her mouth.
That's it, baby girl, suck me dry, he moans, tasting
every creamy drop of his pleasure as he forcibly thrusts
in and out of her mouth. Out of the corner
of her eye, Alen notices a lady adjusting her lip
gloss in the reflective security window. Helen smiles around his
throbbing erection as she massages his balls, forcing her lips
along the entire length of his delectable manhood, lipsticks smearing
along its length mine, Helen thinks to herself as the
last drops of his cum trickle onto her tongue. He
runs his powerful fingers through her hair. Holding Helen's gaze
for a moment, he whispers, good girl, before moving his
grasp under her chin, is still weeping, cocks sliding from
her lips. Lifting her gently, he kisses Helen deeply. Their tongues,
exploring each other's mouths, sharing that taste of warm pleasure
that burns so deeply down her throat, immersing in the
pleasure of that deep kiss that breathe each other's satisfaction
deep inside. As he pulls back, staring into Allan's eyes.
Get dressed, he commands, I need to take you in
and give you a thorough interview. Grinning mischievously as she
starts to slide the straps of her lingerie over her shoulders,
the dress back in her normal bra and panties, he says,
oh no, that can stay on, smiling with that cruel,
crooked move of his lips. Slowly getting dressed, her legs
still trembling from the after glow moving through a body
she has. Well, you need to handcoff me, smiling, he responds,
most definitely, but we will use mine. Turning to look
at the pathetic security guard heaped in the chair, he continues,
we will leave him here for his bosses to find.
Should teach him to fuck with my pussy? Well, I
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