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

Now, tonight, I thought 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 best enjoyed laying on your bed.

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For the next thirty minutes or so, it's just you in my voice.

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The sun beat down on Grace's dripping back.

It was days like to day she lived for a big finger to her folks, who had named her Grace in the hope that she would be femininine ladylike all cocktail dresses and perfect make up.

The lake glimmered as she watched the other swimmers approaching the bank.

She had at least four minutes on even the fittest of the men in the following pack, and there were only two of them.

She could barely see the rest of the swimmers in the early morning sun.

Taking a moment to catch her breath, she had the luxury of time in a few weeks that would no longer be an option as marine bootcamp beckoned and damned, she was looking forward to it.

Kicking the boy's asses was exact what she was about.

Screw both the cocktail dresses and the makeup.

She loved the fact she could disrupt anything, take the norm, and dump it on its ass, fair and square, usually to everyone else's dismay.

It was like that a few months ago, at this scout troop.

Looking to fill the gap until boot camp and keep herself active, Grace volunteered to be a scout leader.

Their annual summer camps were normally all tense and looking at native artwork, playing with their pocket knives, and collecting pebbles or leaves.

Fuck that she turned that one right around.

Of course, the other scout masters hadn't known her when she first suggested they have a master's race to inspire the younger scouts.

They hadn't realized that she would kick their ass every single time.

Guess the boys were learning now, She seriously, most of them would even make the finish line.

She turned from the water and looked up the mountain that rose above her.

Up the top was a troop pennant.

She simply had to collect it and return it to base camp when she was done, and that was it.

She would have won.

Oh she didn't have to run up the mountain, of course, but it wasn't a big mountain.

The last of the water from the swim soaked into the towel as she rubbed her feet before slipping her running shoes and shorts on candy from a fucking baby, She giggled as she grabbed a water bottle from the age shelter and set off up the mountain trail.

The breeze on the mountain was welcome.

Her pace gentle enough to win, but the last thing she needed to do right now was to break anything in full feit boot camp.

It was only a little over am to the summit, and then she could watch whoever managed to complete the course from the vantage point above them.

It didn't take long before the sounds of the scouts faded below.

There was a reason she chose a mountain trail as the last section.

There wouldn't be any scouts up here, no one to cheer on the losers and boost them morale.

Grace didn't need the cheers.

Just the thought of winning was enough.

Just the look of disappointment on her parents face motivated her.

One girl on seven boys, raised on a pig farm in the asshole of nowhere, she was wrestling sows by the age of ten.

None of her brothers dare argue with her, lest they didn't have the ability to get themselves off to the magazines hidden in the wood shed for a week or two.

She laughed bariehly at the thought of her addressed in a cocktailed and trying to charm a man.

More likely, she'd have him in a choke hold and on the ground before he could invite her to dance.

The giant fir trees that lined the route eventually became more sparse.

As she entered a clearing, the sky opened up before her.

The mountain wasn't so high to be above the cloud line, but it was high enough.

Grabbing the pennant from a lone branch shoved unceremoniously into the ground, she shoved it into her shorts to be sure it was safe.

Grace chose the most comfortable looking of the various rocks that decorated the edge of the clearing and looked down at the camp.

She could make out the collapsed forms of a lot of the races.

There were no cries of panic drifting up to a lofty position, so she guessed no one had died, although looking at the numbers of people laying on the ground, there was some doubt over whether anyone else would actually finish the race.

The minutes passed as she shifted on the rock uncomfortably.

Hurry up, she cursed.

She wanted them to finish the race so she could see the look in their eyes when they see she had already secured the wind.

Of course, it might be sensible for her to return to the camp just to make it official, but that wouldn't be fun.

Doubts swarmed in her mind as she wondered just how long she might have to wait.

Eventually, she breathed a sigh of relief at the sound of footsteps wearily tracing the mountain track.

Eventually, Lance staggered into the clearing.

Taking one look at Grace, he put his hands on his knees and said fuck.

As his gas subsided.

He looked toward the branch and then back to Grace, his eyes moving up and down her body, searching where's a pennant?

He asked.

It's safe, she replied, grinning as she stepped off the rock.

His eyes narrowed as he looked at her, studying her.

He was at least five inches taller than her, and there was no doubt the muscles that rippled across his body were there for more than their undoubted sex appeal.

Lance was a cop in his day job, so had a natural presence to him.

He obviously wasn't a marine standard, but over the past few months with enough of the challenges she craved to keep her amused.

They were far from friends.

The nicest thing you could say about their chemistry was that they had an unfriendly rivalry.

When she had volunteered to be a scout master at the troop, Lance had been their resident action man, a crown that soon fell after Grace's arrival.

She was slightly surprised at Tim wasn't with him.

She'd often thought the two of them would need a surgeon to give them separated.

Of course, as always when two men seem inseparable, there were numerous rumors about the nature of their relationship, and she had to admit Tim was a little more feminine in his ways.

His muscle was the creation of a man who spends way too much time in the gym and stood in front of mirrors ensuring his hair is perfect.

Standing back up, Lance moved his next side to side, the cracks echoing against the boulders.

He took a step forward before thrusting his large hand forward and saying congratulations.

Grace eyed him suspiciously.

She had too many brothers to trust a man that accepted defeat so easily.

But this was a scout event, and her being contentious would probably not go down well.

Deciding it might actually be genuine, and confident the pennant was secure either way, she took a step forward, raising her hand, his eyes burrowing into hers as he gripped her tightly, squeezing a little more than normal.

Thanks, she said through gritted teeth, returning his grip.

The air between them crackled as they squeezed each other's hands, willing the other to capitulate, at least in this small battle.

As she returned his gaze, there was something else in his eyes, something she couldn't quite read, not in anger.

It was Suddenly Tim crashed into the clearing and collapsed on the ground, breaking the spell grace distracted.

Lance pulled her against him, turning her and bending her arm up her back.

Where is it?

He demanded, as his hands searched her swimsuit, pushing between her breasts roughly her nipples defied her anger and pushed against the wet material.

She was damned sure she could feel his erection pressing against her back.

Turning into him, she loosened her arm before sliding a leg around his and balancing him.

She pushed him over the dust flew up in a cloud.

As he hit the ground with a satisfying thud, Grace leaped on him, pushing his arms back over his head, pinning him to the ground, whilst he writhed beneath her, his hips twisting desperate to escape the movement, rubbing his growing erection along her thighs.

Fuck, she thought, as a first wave of aching pulses of pleasure moved through a pussy.

This is not the time, her mind tried to command her body to forget about sex for one moment, But it had been so long, and he wasn't unattractive, just fucking annoying.

He pushed his legs into the ground, his now hard cock pressing at her pussy, the pennant too small to stop the throbbing sensation of his cock teasing at her sex.

Twisting, he rolled her over, his body, now on top of hers, his hands gripping her wrists in the dust, pressing his formidable chest against her breast to hold her down.

He shuffled her wrists into the grip of one of his hands, his long, strong fingers easily entrapping them.

Pushing down into the ground with her feet, Grace could not lift him high enough to make him roll over.

His breath burned at her cheek as he pressed his chin against her neck, the sensation of his stubble sending shock waves to precisely where she didn't want them to go.

Damn, she was wet, But fuck, Why was her pussy this desperate for a fuck?

It had to be him.

His free hand lowered, pushing aggressively between her thighs, the movement forcing his mouth against her breast.

His stubble teased at her right nipples.

His hot breath burned through her swimsuit, scorching the wildfire that was already moving through a body.

Pressing his head down to control her, his teeth brushed her nipples inadvertently.

Grace's body writhed from that touch, not from defense but desire.

Her thighs tensed as she could feel the tremors of pleasure escalating in her legs.

His hands managed to find the leg of her shorts and invaded the loose material, his fingers searching for the pennant, brushing her trembling pussy.

Grace moaned, involuntarily, hating herself for the sound.

Her body arched under his weight, forcing her defiant nipples against his mouth, his breath and hot panting only served to fuel the sensations moving through a body.

In desperation, Grace wrapped her legs around his waist, tightening them with all her strength.

His swollen cock pressed hard against her wanton pussy, accelerating the growing sensations burning through her.

Pressing her shoulders into the ground, she managed to flip Lance over, straddling him.

She pushed her hips down against his grain to stop him lifting her again.

A new sensation pressed against a thigh.

Somehow, the movement had loosened his cock from the prison of his shorts, and every inch was now throbbing along the top of her thigh, dangerously close to her trees and as pussy, which clutched aggressively to be filled.

Pushing her body against him, she glared into his eyes and whispered, I want it, accept it, Lance writhed beneath her, trying to free himself, the tip of his cock pushing at her short pants, pressing its swollen head across her swimsuit.

Fuck.

He was large.

Grabbed both of his wrists in one hand before lowering her hand to move his cock aside her fingers, Gripping it tightly.

Lance closed his eyes and momed, okay, you win.

Suddenly, Grace was swamped with desire.

The sensation of power flooded her body, the submission of this strong man.

She pushed her swimsuit to one side and pressed his cock deep into her sacks, demanding satisfaction.

Their fingers entwined as she pounded onto him, desperation fueling every movement.

Lance lifted his head, his lips, searching for her swollen nipples, biting them through the material of her swimsuit.

Grace released his wrists, slid the shoulder straps of her swimsuit off, exposing her breast to the sun, the chilled mountain air, forcing them to grow that little bit more.

Grasping his hair, she pulled his lips onto her nipples, her hips rocking viciously on his cock.

Moving her hands behind her, her nails digging into his sighs, Lance pushed his pelvis up, thrusting deeper into her need, fueling the growing pleasure in her body.

Thrust after thrust pounded his cock to the very end of her stretching her pussy with a delicious sting.

Slipping one hand from his thighs, Grace his fingers discovered his tight palls and rubbed them roughly, before sliding a finger against his ass, watching his face for the effect, before she thrust two fingers inside his tight rosette, forcing his body to buck against her, driving his cock hard and fast into her sex.

As her fingers thrust in and out of his tight pocket hole, every thrust, accelerating his motion, forcing louder and loud to munster erupt from his mouth.

Her other hand dropped over her stomach, Finding her clip begged for attention, she rubbed it desperately, her core tightening, the fire swilling in her stomach as she heard growls dripping from his lips.

Watching his body writhe under her control, she felt so strong, so powerful.

She orchestrated every movement in his body, her breast swollen and aching, burned as he grasped them in his fingers, digging in as he started to tense.

Grace's core clutched angrily at his cock, wanting satisfaction as she pounded down onto his hard erection, dust exploding around them, her body tightening as her orgasm assaulted every cell, spread through every nerve as it collapsed down through her body, compelling her pussy to squeeze him so tightly he could do nothing but erupt inside her.

Looking down at him, panting underneath her, grace released his cock from the grip of her pussy and crawled up his body.

Kneeling on his shoulders, She lowered her still trembling, dripping pussy and just inches over his mouth.

Who won, she said levily.

As he tried to speak.

She pressed her pussy against his lips, his tongue finding her clip with deceptive ease.

She rocked her hips against his mouth, his stubble, teasing her throbbing clip ferociously.

His tongue pressed inside her, exploring her as her throbbing grew, his hot breath burning her aching folds, her hips pushing aggressively into his mouth as her fingers moved through his hair, pulling his head tightly against her pussy.

She rolled his face with desperate need as her orgasm swelled again, taking her to the edge.

Her body submitted finally as her orgasm erupted once again, Lance's mouth hungrily eating every drop of their pleasure.

Sitting back, she replaced the shoulder straps on her swimsuit before looking down at him and saying, We've got that resolved.

Leaping to her feet, she corrected her shorts before reaching inside, retrieving the dripping pendant.

Looking at it, she smiled and said, well, it should give the scout something to think about tonight when they're in their tents, their mutual warm pleasure and ripped from its edges.

Come on, I'll race you to the camp.

If you win, I'll give you a rematch.

She watched Lance rise to his feet wearily before she turned toward the path down.

Looking at the unconscious Tim laying on the ground, she turned and called, oh, and you're carrying him, before she started jogging down the path.

Next week we have a brand new fantasy, or maybe two.

This one was sent in 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 shyer with their fantasies than the ladies other.

So until next week when we can get wild in bed all over again.

This is Devil and Wild Wishing.

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