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Hi, it's Devlin and welcome to another episode of Wild and Bed, your destination for salacious stories, sensual satisfaction, and finger licking good fantasies.

Now, tonight, I thought I might give you a little surprise.

It's 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 best enjoyed laying on your bed.

Just put your earbuds 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 me, just go ahead and take a nice deep breath and hold it for a moment and then release it with a sigh, letting go of any tension, any stress.

For the next thirty 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 re Lei or inner desires.

As you listen to my voice and feel the story moving through your body 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 not 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 boys, and her RIDEA 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 fears for her despite her slight sighs, and they always left mumby 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 that was obviously also very new.

Can I help you, she asked, deciding he must be a new trainee and was obviously lost on Barry.

Dad.

Sorry, mister Whittaker said I should do some work experience with you, he said, his voice brimming with arrogance.

You're Clare, 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.

Uh, 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 kinder 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 I 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 tam well will not, She sneered.

This was going to be a week from hell, obviously.

Barry shuffled to the far desk, took coffee, his 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 enjoy it 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 her 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, cracking across the back of Barry's hand.

He recalled, nursing the wound 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 Voldemart bank reconciliation.

You can enter those detail today.

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 fold of 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 would go any deeper, willing him to stomp his feet.

If you are going to act like a spoiled 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 a cookie and took a bite before studying Barry as he slowly turned back from the fighting cabinet, his pants tempting aggressively, his eyes focused squarely on the ground.

Well, aren't we the kinky one?

I wonder if mommy 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, 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, 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 this tension.

There was no way she could operate on the sensible level with sensations this intense burning through a body.

As her senses moved away from the ache between a 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 completely.

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 a pussy pushing deep inside.

She could fill 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 any one 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 folds, sending a new wave of sensations ricocheting through her.

As her pussy clutched angrily, her cold 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 hardly 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 on to 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 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 alonger 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, they panted, just enjoying the feelings, the shroud of it's 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 all you men.

They're quite a bit shyy with their fantasies and the ladies other until next week when we can get Wild in Bed all over again.

This is Devil in Wild Wishing use salacious dreams.

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