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Speaker 1: to another episode of Wild in Bed, your destination for
Speaker 1: salacious stories, sensual satisfaction, and finger looking good fantasies. Now
Speaker 1: tonight's story is a Yes, it's another listener's fantasy. I
Speaker 1: thought my mind was filthy, but Jesus you guys, now
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Speaker 1: the pleasure of my voice moving over and inside you.
Speaker 1: And when you're ready to enjoy deep sensuous pleasure, just
Speaker 1: go ahead and take a nice deep breath and hold
Speaker 1: it for a moment and let it go with a sigh.
Speaker 1: For the next thirteen minutes or so, it's just you
Speaker 1: and my voice. This is your time, your time to relax,
Speaker 1: your time for sensuous satisfaction, your time to experience your
Speaker 1: inner passions. As you listen to my voice, I feel
Speaker 1: the story caressing your body as you enjoy tonight's show.
Speaker 1: The studio lay dark as usual. I was alone here
Speaker 1: at this time of night. Music resonated from the speakers.
Speaker 1: Apparently it was there to motivate me, to get me
Speaker 1: into character. But I didn't need that to motivate me.
Speaker 1: Just a thought of all the people that would be
Speaker 1: waiting right now to listen to my next story. That
Speaker 1: was my motivation. The money, the fame, the fancy cast,
Speaker 1: you could keep it all. None of it meant a
Speaker 1: thing without their adoration, without their pleasure. They made me,
Speaker 1: every single listener, whether they realized it or not, they did.
Speaker 1: Their pleasure created the man I have become. But one
Speaker 1: made it special, and she definitely knew it. Of course,
Speaker 1: what we had well it had to remain secret. We
Speaker 1: could know, but for so many reasons, only a few
Speaker 1: others could know of us. Standing from my seat, the
Speaker 1: familiar irritation of the anticipation of a performance, of being
Speaker 1: ready but having no audience washes over me. It doesn't
Speaker 1: matter how much I will the sweep arm of the
Speaker 1: studio clock to move faster. It just doesn't. It damn
Speaker 1: well doesn't even tick. That at least would be something
Speaker 1: it would mark time passing. Instead, the arm just moves
Speaker 1: in a silent, graceful arc, minutes fading one by one
Speaker 1: under the relentless sweep of the clock arm. In just
Speaker 1: a few moments, my silent audience would be with me again,
Speaker 1: hundreds of thousands of muteers, expecting entertainment, expecting pleasure, expecting
Speaker 1: to be taken somewhere else. Of course, they would all
Speaker 1: lose themselves in the moment. They would all indulge their
Speaker 1: fantasies over the next thirty minutes or so. Already I
Speaker 1: was aware that many imagine what it might be like
Speaker 1: to be in the studio, to immerse ourselves in the
Speaker 1: carnal knowledge of our bodies, while the audience listened on,
Speaker 1: unaware of the salacious intimacy that was happening just a
Speaker 1: microphone away. My impatience growing, my normal release her had
Speaker 1: been out of reach today, apparently too busy always left
Speaker 1: me agitated when we didn't have time to share our
Speaker 1: darkest pleasures before a show. Tapping on the recording booth window.
Speaker 1: Of course, no one would respond. No one was in there.
Speaker 1: It was empty and deathly silent. With no one else here,
Speaker 1: I would have to start the audio running on the
Speaker 1: console out here and then enter the booth before I
Speaker 1: went live. I rarely considered, yet very practical custom of
Speaker 1: the recording artist is to minimize their clothing. Most of
Speaker 1: the sound treatments in the booth were material, and with
Speaker 1: the clothing I wore, there would be the constant brushing
Speaker 1: sound as the materials caressed each other during my performance. So,
Speaker 1: as with many voice artists, the easy solution to minimizing
Speaker 1: your clothing noise was to minimize your clothing. I thought that,
Speaker 1: no doubt intensified the remote fantasies of so many listeners.
Speaker 1: With only a few minutes left, I took a small
Speaker 1: swig of water and removed as many items of clothing
Speaker 1: as possible. The temperature in the room dropped as I
Speaker 1: switched the heating off, avoiding any noise created by that.
Speaker 1: Taking my accustomed place, just stood before my old microphone,
Speaker 1: the air in the booth so dry and humorless. My
Speaker 1: eyes closed as I moistened my lips with my tongue,
Speaker 1: losing myself in those last precious moments of the solitude
Speaker 1: of the recording booth. In a few moments, I would
Speaker 1: press the button that would open up the world to
Speaker 1: me once again. The avalanche of their collective desires would
Speaker 1: cascade through my microphone and inspire another night of pleasure.
Speaker 1: The rhythm of my mind echoed loudly as I let
Speaker 1: it wander in the shadows outside the booth. There was
Speaker 1: a movement, I'm sure of it. Cursing myself for switching
Speaker 1: the lights off. I could barely make the movement out
Speaker 1: let alone. Who it was?
Speaker 2: The soul glimmer from the recording console showed there was
Speaker 2: someone out there, someone on the swivel chair, watching me.
Speaker 2: With only moments before I was due to go live,
Speaker 2: an impossible choice presented itself. Do I continue and let
Speaker 2: them watch me, taking them to task after tonight's show,
Speaker 2: or stop the show to deal with this first. As
Speaker 2: curious as unnerved as I might be, I was still
Speaker 2: a consummate professional at heart, and as they said, the
Speaker 2: show must go on. The green light flashed before me,
Speaker 2: marking my last moments before the world would hear me
Speaker 2: marking my last moments, or the world would hear me
Speaker 2: and this unknown stranger tango before them, unannounced, unseen. A
Speaker 2: dim lamp flickered to life outside the recording booth as
Speaker 2: the light in front of me faded. The world was
Speaker 2: now listening, and whatever sound I made would be heard
Speaker 2: by millions. Focusing my attention on the microphone just inches
Speaker 2: from my lips gloom that surrounded the desk outside, I
Speaker 2: could see the barely lit edge of a leg. Out
Speaker 2: of the corner of my eyes, I noticed the cuffs
Speaker 2: sliding up and down the other leg. Something so deliberate
Speaker 2: and sensual about that movement captivated my lust. As try
Speaker 2: as I might to focus on the words that should
Speaker 2: be coming out of my mouth, that image of those
Speaker 2: sensuous curves of the calves just fired something in my body.
Speaker 2: An ache was already beginning to grow inside my pants,
Speaker 2: A very definite, intense ache that throbbed would need an
Speaker 2: unreleased passion that called to every carnal need in my body. Fuck,
Speaker 2: there was something about this, something that burned through me.
Speaker 2: I was so used to being in control, in charge,
Speaker 2: but this seduction, on the very edge of awareness was
Speaker 2: something else. It seduced my imagination, my mind, my body.
Speaker 2: The legs moved into the shadows once more. The light
Speaker 2: flickered again over those gentle curves. The light reflected wasn't
Speaker 2: that of naked skin, but the hint of lingerie, a
Speaker 2: stocking leg. As my thoughts accelerated, solely occupied with that leg,
Speaker 2: that lingerie. Damn, I could hear the gentle caress of silk,
Speaker 2: of the legs kissing each other as they slid up
Speaker 2: and down, The subtle, seductive sound of silk on silk,
Speaker 2: so quiet, so gentle. Yet every sound filled my mind,
Speaker 2: shutting out anything else. As my mind watched the show
Speaker 2: unfold outside the booth, my lips seemed to falter on
Speaker 2: the words, trying desperately to escape my mouth, trying to
Speaker 2: wrestle control of the moment back from impending lust. A
Speaker 2: single lone finger traced up the inside of those thighs,
Speaker 2: gently caressing the lace of the stocking tops. There was
Speaker 2: a moan, I'm sure of it. Even within the noiseless
Speaker 2: confines of the booth, I could hear it. More importantly,
Speaker 2: my cock felt it as clearly as if it was
Speaker 2: vibrating along every edge of my erect muscle. Fuck. I
Speaker 2: was throbbing in my pants, barely controlled moans of desire
Speaker 2: throbbed along my tongue. This was ridiculous. Somewhere in the gloom,
Speaker 2: a lonesome finger, that sole digit, moved her panties to
Speaker 2: one side and teased at her folds. Knowing how white
Speaker 2: she was and how turned on that made me, she
Speaker 2: didn't expose her pussy. She just knew my mind could
Speaker 2: feel every sensation as she teased her fingertip over her lips.
Speaker 2: She knew my cock twitched with every damn movement, as
Speaker 2: if her fingertip was lazily caressing around the tip of
Speaker 2: my cock, as if she was taking me right to
Speaker 2: the point of aching frustration. And then, somewhere under the
Speaker 2: beautiful veil of her panties, she stroked over her clip.
Speaker 2: Her body trembled with desire, moaning gently, her fingers explored deeper.
Speaker 2: I could only see the movement of her fingers under
Speaker 2: her panties. I could only watch with baited desire as
Speaker 2: the movement of her knuck underneath that lace drew so
Speaker 2: much sexual tension from within me. Somewhere in the darkness,
Speaker 2: there was another moan feminine and passionate. There spoke of
Speaker 2: desires unsatisfied, of a woman with deep needs, A moan
Speaker 2: that spoke to every lustful thought I have ever had. God,
Speaker 2: it spoke directly to my cock, making me tense, And then,
Speaker 2: for some reason, my pelvis thrust it gently into the air.
Speaker 2: For facts they come meant to be working. I closed
Speaker 2: my eyes, trying desperately to regain some control. I take
Speaker 2: another drink of water. I start to speak again when
Speaker 2: I felt something, someone, some sort of presence entered the room.
Speaker 2: But that's impossible. The door is locked from the inside.
Speaker 2: I didn't hear it, I just felt it, or maybe
Speaker 2: it was always there. I momentarily glanced at the stall
Speaker 2: outside the booth. It was the light now dimmed. I
Speaker 2: continued on with the narration and felt a featherlight touch
Speaker 2: across my shoulder blades. Or did I? It was so light,
Speaker 2: so delicate, so feminine. There it was again, across the
Speaker 2: opposite way. There was no denying it any longer. The
Speaker 2: presence was real, or at least felt right here in
Speaker 2: the moment. If no, she she was really here. Her fragrance,
Speaker 2: both natural, feminine and perfume, filled the recording booth. The
Speaker 2: sound of a breath so gentle, perhaps a gasp of
Speaker 2: a woman caressed in just the perfect way, echoed around
Speaker 2: the small space. What was she doing here? She usually
Speaker 2: worked late, lost in her projects, with no idea what
Speaker 2: time or day it was. Her ambition matched mine, something
Speaker 2: I did not ever think possible. For her to be
Speaker 2: here right now at this moment would mean she had
Speaker 2: planned to be here. Her touch stopped momentarily. I looked
Speaker 2: up from my script to see if she moved, but
Speaker 2: there was nothing, nothing there. I continued on with the story,
Speaker 2: focusing on my notes. As her touch returned and long
Speaker 2: now started the very slow trace up and down my back,
Speaker 2: so lightly gently, her fingers lingered over my muscles. Eventually,
Speaker 2: her nails traced up and down with more force this time,
Speaker 2: and delved into my shoulders, grabbing them, rubbing them, massaging
Speaker 2: away the tension. She hit all those tense spots that
Speaker 2: I kept hidden away. She always knew what I needed. Somewhere.
Speaker 2: We were in tune, on another plane, another energetic level.
Speaker 2: I continued reading, my voice growing even more sensual as
Speaker 2: she rubbed at my muscles. As she rubbed at my aches.
Speaker 2: This experience I needed every week. It was so indulging
Speaker 2: to pleasure my listeners. As I was being pleasured, she
Speaker 2: reached both of her arms down, dipping her hands down
Speaker 2: my chest, her breasts resting on the back of my head.
Speaker 2: Her nails started to bite into my flesh, ever so lightly.
Speaker 2: Reaching down my chest again, she found my nipples, circling them,
Speaker 2: dragging her nails gently toward them, without pinching, just so
Speaker 2: gentle poetry dripped from her fingertips. It was a treat
Speaker 2: to have her be so tender, up and back to
Speaker 2: my shoulders, up and over them. She dragged her nails
Speaker 2: harder than my back, making me arch my spine and
Speaker 2: groan the words out into the mike. Up my back again,
Speaker 2: gentler this time, and down my chest. Her hands were
Speaker 2: spread out on my chest, hot breath on my neck.
Speaker 2: She did not say a word as she gently nipped
Speaker 2: at my earlobe, her lips giving me featherlike kisses along
Speaker 2: the side of my neck, her breast pressing into my
Speaker 2: back as she continued to spread delicate kisses up and
Speaker 2: down my spine so slowly. She was melting me with
Speaker 2: this delicate affection, and all I could do was focus
Speaker 2: on the words I was trying to read, trying to
Speaker 2: think of my fans, eagerly listening to every word. She
Speaker 2: knew this was important to me, but I did not
Speaker 2: want her to stop continuing. She gently kissed my neck
Speaker 2: up and down one side and over to the other,
Speaker 2: her hair teasing at my shoulder, completely submers me, stealing
Speaker 2: any sanity I had left. Her. Beautiful, irresistible, feminine fragrance
Speaker 2: was in the air. I knew she wanted me as
Speaker 2: I did her. My rerection grew as she scraped her
Speaker 2: teeth over my shoulder, gently biting into my flesh. She
Speaker 2: was taking her time to seduce me. As she kept
Speaker 2: biting on the top of my shoulder, out towards my neck,
Speaker 2: up one side, and over to the other, her kisses
Speaker 2: grew hungrier, more lustful, just for me. She licked, kissed,
Speaker 2: and bit my neck and shoulders. She dragged her nails
Speaker 2: up and down my chest. A shudder round through me
Speaker 2: again as she pinched my nipples and bit hard into
Speaker 2: my neck. At the same time, I continued to feel
Speaker 2: my erection growing harder and harder, focusing on the script,
Speaker 2: becoming torturous, trying hard not to cut tonight's episode short
Speaker 2: and take a row then and there, punishing her for
Speaker 2: being so naughty in the sounding booth. The idea of
Speaker 2: tying her up, spanking her, making a scream at me
Speaker 2: for driving her toward the edge of an orgasm, and
Speaker 2: then denying her pleasure had me stumbling over my words.
Speaker 2: She would pay for this later, but she knew that
Speaker 2: that is what she wanted, what she always wanted, a
Speaker 2: man who had enough self control to be in control
Speaker 2: of her pleasure, just like she was in control of mine.
Speaker 2: Right now, as I helplessly tried to keep my cool,
Speaker 2: she suddenly stopped. I could not look around. I had
Speaker 2: to keep reading. But I had a moment to breathe,
Speaker 2: a second to regain my sanity before she completely pushed
Speaker 2: me over the edge and made a mess of this
Speaker 2: episode for the night. She knew it too, She knew
Speaker 2: that I was at my limit. Then I felt it
Speaker 2: felt her again. This time she was not behind me,
Speaker 2: but in front of me, on her knees. Oh god,
Speaker 2: I was in a delicious amount of trouble. Now. She
Speaker 2: began by running her fingertips, ever so gently, so delicate
Speaker 2: up my legs from my ankles, at my shins, along
Speaker 2: my knees and half way up my thighs. Was she
Speaker 2: really going to do that right here, right now, with
Speaker 2: thousands of people listening. She did not stop. She was
Speaker 2: such a bad girl. I reveled in it in her,
Speaker 2: in this experience. Her beautiful fingers traced patterns up and
Speaker 2: down my thighs, teasing me over and over again until
Speaker 2: I could barely stand it anymore. I reached down and
Speaker 2: grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling it tightly. She
Speaker 2: got the message and started rubbing my cop through the
Speaker 2: fabric of my pants. I took her breath as she
Speaker 2: unbuckled my pants. I raised myself up and let her
Speaker 2: push them to the floor. I could have stopped her,
Speaker 2: but I didn't want to. I reached down again. With
Speaker 2: one hand, held her chin and stroked her lips. Taking
Speaker 2: my thumb into her mouth. She gently bit on the
Speaker 2: end of it, swirling her tongue around it and sucking
Speaker 2: it entirely into her mouth. My listeners would love to
Speaker 2: hear this story. A podcast about sex while the narrator,
Speaker 2: while the narrator was getting pleasured would be such a
Speaker 2: good story. She knew that too, She just knew how
Speaker 2: to stir it up, releasing my thumb and pushing my
Speaker 2: hand onto my hip. She changed focus to my beautiful,
Speaker 2: thick cock. It was free and fervently waiting. I began
Speaker 2: to revel and with it under her delicate touch as
Speaker 2: she gently moved one fingertip as one fingertip traced up
Speaker 2: and down my entire length, over and over again, until
Speaker 2: I wanted to slam my cock into her beautiful mouth,
Speaker 2: but I couldn't. My hands were gripping the sides of
Speaker 2: the desk. Suddenly wrapping her hand around my gerth, she
Speaker 2: began kissing and licking the very tip of me. My
Speaker 2: cock throbbed and pre come dripped out as she continued
Speaker 2: to lick, just as sensitive opening over and over again,
Speaker 2: and endless conflict continued within me. She was taking the
Speaker 2: control I usually had and leaving me helpless at her mercy.
Speaker 2: Her lips came up and around me, taking the whole
Speaker 2: tip of my cock in her mouth as she sunk
Speaker 2: the most sensitive part of me, driving me absolutely wild.
Speaker 2: I felt as though I could no longer breathe as
Speaker 2: she continued her everlasting assault on the tip of my cock.
Speaker 2: Just when I thought I could not say another word,
Speaker 2: and my vision went blurry. She stopped again, letting me
Speaker 2: regain something of my composure. As I was able to
Speaker 2: breathe again and refocus on those words on the script.
Speaker 2: For an instant I thought I was safe, but she
Speaker 2: had other plans for me. The biting pain that can
Speaker 2: only be brought on by something frozen stunned me and
Speaker 2: made me choke my words. She had just touched the
Speaker 2: tip of my cock with it just long enough to
Speaker 2: make me completely stumble. As the cold was replaced with
Speaker 2: her mouth feverishly sucking on my tip again. I reached
Speaker 2: down and groubd for the fistful of her hair, trying
Speaker 2: to gain some sort of reality. Again, I felt her
Speaker 2: grin around the tip of my cock and let it
Speaker 2: bounce out of her mouth. The shield sensation was back again,
Speaker 2: this time tracing designs ever so slowly up and down
Speaker 2: and all around my cock. I gripped her hair tighter,
Speaker 2: pulling it itt, but it did nothing to stop or
Speaker 2: slow her down. Whatever the frigid thing was that she
Speaker 2: was tortuously dragging all over my cock was melting and
Speaker 2: dripping down my length and onto my balls. The cool
Speaker 2: run off got hotter as it slid intently down my cock.
Speaker 2: The tenacious ache replaced with her hot, eager tongue as
Speaker 2: it clicked at me hungrily, up and down, swirling around me.
Speaker 2: She had not even put me in her mouth, and
Speaker 2: I was ready to come. Surprising me again, she sucked
Speaker 2: my whole cock straight into her mouth, swallowing me whole. God.
Speaker 2: Now I really couldn't see the words on my script
Speaker 2: as she kept sucking at me, swallowing me, choking on me.
Speaker 2: As she took me in and out of her mouth.
Speaker 2: She moved her hands up and untwined my hand out
Speaker 2: of her hair so she could move more freely over
Speaker 2: and around me. Her tongue swirled over the tip of me.
Speaker 2: As my hand reached down to her neck, I pressed
Speaker 2: gently as she took me back deeply into her mouth.
Speaker 2: She choked to my cock as I pressed on her throat.
Speaker 2: When I felt her tears ripping down her cheeks and
Speaker 2: onto my hands, I released her neck. She took me
Speaker 2: again out of her throat and sucked at the tiff
Speaker 2: and me again, throwing me off balance again with a
Speaker 2: fresh sensation of tingles. As her teeth began biting down
Speaker 2: on the side of my cock. I was completely losing
Speaker 2: any sort of comprehension the whole environment, the energy of
Speaker 2: my sound, both the story I was reading, the smell
Speaker 2: of her filling my head. I was not going to
Speaker 2: last very much longer. It did not end there. She
Speaker 2: was licking and sucking and biting down the side of
Speaker 2: my cock. She gripped the base of it tightly with
Speaker 2: her hand and moved up and down with gentle bites,
Speaker 2: sucking at the side of it, licking her way around
Speaker 2: my girth. One hand began stroking me with feather like
Speaker 2: caresses up and down my shaft while she dropped down further, gingerly,
Speaker 2: licking at my balls. The liquid from the earlier onslaught
Speaker 2: still dripped down them as she licked at the pattern
Speaker 2: of the run off. Her light caresses turned firmer as
Speaker 2: she stroked me with more force, her other hand cupping
Speaker 2: at my balls, her tongue exploring them, sucking each one gently,
Speaker 2: biting and nibbling as if it were deliciously juicy ripe fruit.
Speaker 2: I needed to finish this episode. I could not keep
Speaker 2: this up. I was going to come right into the
Speaker 2: microphone for all my listeners to hear. I was helplessly
Speaker 2: trying to read and make a coherent sense of what
Speaker 2: these squiggles on the page said, Totally lost in the moment,
Speaker 2: lost in the pleasure she relentlessly was prolonging for me.
Speaker 2: The story was coming to a close, and the characters
Speaker 2: were so close to coming, as was I wandering desperately
Speaker 2: to kiss her, to feel her, to take her to
Speaker 2: as much ecstasy as she was taking me to, taking
Speaker 2: me to another dimension. I was on fire with need,
Speaker 2: a deep hunger raged inside me. Her touch was electric
Speaker 2: as she ran her hand up and down my length,
Speaker 2: shifting again as she raised herself up, and I reached
Speaker 2: down to entwine my hand in her hair, kneading connection,
Speaker 2: stroking at her, pulling at her, desperate for release. Her
Speaker 2: lips kissed my tip delicately, over and over again as
Speaker 2: she brought another level of intimacy into our interaction, the
Speaker 2: passion never fading as she loved me into oblivion. When
Speaker 2: her lips opened and took me inside her again, I
Speaker 2: fell in entirely. She saked my orgasm out of me.
Speaker 2: Stars exploded behind my eyes like a soup and over,
Speaker 2: expanding and contrasting under her spell. Undeniable passion rrupts out
Speaker 2: of me and into her restuy, engulfing my pleasure. She
Speaker 2: absorbs me and overworks my swollen length until it was exhausted,
Speaker 2: as if it had never been one. It was an
Speaker 2: interplanetary experience. Timestones crossed and blended, time mashed into a
Speaker 2: jumbled mess of nerves. As I growled out my orgasm
Speaker 2: into her mouth, my knuckles were white on the desk
Speaker 2: as I gripped it harder. God, I was going to
Speaker 2: break it in half like some sort of ravenous caveman.
Speaker 2: I took a deep breath and tried to figure out
Speaker 2: what to say to my audience. My head slowly cleared
Speaker 2: as I regained composure and said the final parting notes
Speaker 2: and goodbye until next week to all my listeners. As
Speaker 2: I ented the podcast, another episode finished for the week.
Speaker 2: I looked around the recording booth. It was empty. The
Speaker 2: room was empty, The studio outside was empty except for
Speaker 2: the remnants of a single chocolate covered strawberry with a
Speaker 2: bite taking out of it. But she was nowhere to
Speaker 2: be seen. Maybe I had dreamt it. Maybe she has
Speaker 2: never been here, the ghost of a woman that longs
Speaker 2: for But a fragrance lingered in the air, and as
Speaker 2: I looked down at myself, I saw the remains of
Speaker 2: smudged lipstick on my shaft. So I hope you enjoyed
Speaker 2: their little fantasy, very close to having that one where
Speaker 2: where they get these ideas from. So next week we
Speaker 2: have another story. I look forward to next week when
Speaker 2: I can get you back into bed again and we
Speaker 2: can get wild all over again. So until then, and
Speaker 2: always with your pleasure in mind, this is Devil in
Speaker 2: Wild wishing you salacious dreams. As you have enjoyed tonight's story,
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