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Hi is Devlin, and welcome to another episode of Wild in Bed, your destination for salacious stories, sensual satisfaction and finger looking good fantasies, and so tonight a little teacher's fantasy for you.

Now, this one is likely to run on for a few weeks.

This little bag of desires has a lot of potential.

If you've ever had a teacher fantasy, you are just going to love this one.

And you know, if you want to hear your fantasy is narrated right here, then it's just so easy for you to email me at Devlin at Wilddesires dot com and I will do my best to bring your fantasy to life.

You know this podcast is best enjoyed laying on your bed.

Just loosen any clothing, 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 pleasure, just go ahead and take a deep breath and hold it for a moment and let it go with a sigh, letting go of any tension, any stress.

For the next twenty minutes or so, it's just you and my voice.

This is your time, your time to re acts, your time for sensuous satisfaction, Your time to release your inner passions as you listen to my voice and feel the story moving through your body as you enjoy tonight's show.

Mary looked nervously at the whiteboard.

Her lips moved to form the letters, but struggled to enunciate them.

She squinted a little, as if that might bring them into closer focus, and sighed when she realized it just would not work.

Mister Amoru mouthed the words on the board, whispering them as inspiration for her.

He had always been very kind and protective of her when she was officially his pupil.

When the other kids had been mean to her because she was a little slow and socially awkward, he had stood up for her.

It even got her the upcoming job that she'd desperate needed to read for.

It wasn't anything fancy, just serving at a large, posh dinner that mister Ameru was hosting, but it was a paying job, and that meant the world to marry.

If she could just grasp these words, she knew she would make a success of it.

It even offered her private lessons, even though she was now twenty five and should really pay him, which she would definitely do once she got paid.

She refocused her attention on the board.

The words stuttered out, and they sounded sort of like what he was whispering, but not really.

Tears swelled in her eyes with strained and embarrassment.

These were only words.

She said them all the time, but once they were written, she just couldn't understand them.

They jumbled up in front of her.

Okay, his voice had lost none of its resonance, despite him being seven years older than when she had last sat in front of him.

Like all the pupils at the girl's only school, she had found him extremely attractive.

His hair then was dark and thick, now it was flacked with gray.

His eyes hadn't lost their brightness or passion.

Laughterliones marked his face now with an eternal smile.

All in all, she thought briefly, he is a lot more attractive now than he was then.

He had filled her teenage dreams with fantasies of running away together.

She had her first orgasm with him, although admittedly he wasn't in the same room with her at the time, and many nights after she had sighed his name in the afterglow of pleasure as she drifted to sleep to be pursued lustfully through her dreams by her youthful desire.

He smiled gently as he continued, let us try a different approach.

Stand up for a moment.

She obediently stood as he moved next to her.

His cologne embraced her, forcing a gentle gasp from her lips.

Her eyes closed as he moved behind her, the heat of his body pressed against hers.

Suddenly, her mind flooded with memories, well a memory when he had stood behind her in class.

Mary was sure she had felt the heat of an erection pressing on the small of her back.

Her panties had done a little to damn her pleasure as it teased down her thighs.

She remembered hearing him gently sniff the air, and for some reason she had done the same.

Damn.

She could smell her feminine pleasure, so he must be able to.

It seemed to consume all the surrounding air.

Opening her eyes, that familiar fragrance moved around to once again.

Her senses accentuated as she felt his breath brush over her neck and seduce the attention of her ears.

Lifting the slim cane he had always carried to the board, he tapped at the confused words gently as he whispered, you were always good with music.

I remember you having a beautiful singing voice.

So as I whisper the words, you sing them.

Don't worry about the pronunciation just yet.

Just get the rhythm and the rest will fall into place.

The tip of his cane dropped from the board as the words left his mouth.

School yard legend had it the cane was from his job before he arrived at Saint Magdalen's School for girls.

He had been caught lashing one of the young nuns with it and had to leave.

Of course, the image had never been far from Mary's mind once she had heard about it.

It had drawn her eyes every time she had classed with him.

Her mind had been a fury of desire as he drew it along his hand, wondering what it might feel like to be spanked.

She had even tried it herself, but the positions always seemed too awkward to spank her own ass, so she had resorted to spanking the inside of her thigh until it trembled with a warm glow, and then she would to immerse her fingers deep into a wet sex, the throbbing, pulsing sensations moving through her.

She had to admit the mixture of the ache from spanking and the deep thrust of her fingers had intensified her pleasure considerably, but still she wondered how it would be for a man to do it for her.

Shaking her head, she refocused on the board as he began whispering with more than a little musicality.

God Over.

Mary sang the words back to him, gently immersing herself in the rhythm.

See that's much better, he said.

Now let's try with a little more confidence.

This is a trick shown to me by a public speaker.

If you'll excuse my hands for a moment, Mary just nodded, feeling a renewed confidence that maybe she could do this after all.

Just hum for me, he whispered, his hand gently moving over her throat.

The sensations of his fingers caressing her hum sent a new tingle moving through her body.

Just following my fingers with your hum, he said, as his fingers drifted down her throat, down the buttons of shirt before it rested between her breasts.

She dutifully let her hum drop to her breast, suddenly aware of how painfully erect her nipples were.

Feeling the strength of his fingers so close to them fueled the heat burning between her thighs.

She focused desperately on her hum, because frankly, anything else might just cause her to come, with nothing else needed.

As he moved his fingers back to his cane, he brushed an erect nipple, sending shockwaves of pleasure right down to her clip.

Mary could do nothing but bite her lip, trying to suppress a moan.

Her thighs clenched together in a desperate bid to control the pleasure moving through her body.

She focused back on the words on the board, ignoring the pulsing sensations between her thighs.

But when he spoke again, his breath so dangerously warm on her neck, she whimpered.

Before singing his words back again.

It sounded like cocko vain, just with an underlying whimper of desperation.

She wished like how he chose another other word than cock to start the menu with.

All her mind could do was fixate on her teenage fantasies of how it would feel to have his hard cock deep inside her.

He turned her around to face him.

His crystal clear eyes twinkled with pride.

That was fantastic, he said, every word, dripping with sincerity, pulling her in close, her nipples pressing against his chest, caressing them.

She succumbed to the sensation of his body so close to hers, powerless to stop her mind from filling with her unfulfilled desires.

Damn, she was dripping down at thought.

She could feel that warm caress that told her everything she needed to know about what she really wanted.

She nervously moved her arms around him to return the embrace.

Still somewhat shorter than his six foot two stature, her hands dropped naturally on too his ass.

She could feel him tensing beneath his fine tailored pants.

His erection was most definitely pressing against her stomach.

This wasn't an element of her overactive imagination.

He was definitely hard and pushing against her.

For the longest moment, they stood embracing each other tightly, his heart pulsing against her head as she rested it on him, wondering what she should do now.

Years of teenage frustration screamed at her, filled her with a bravery she had never known.

As she lifted her head, pushing herself up on her toes, their lips met In that one moment, the surge of passion that had been barely controlled throughout her school years flooded into the kiss.

His hand slid up her back, pulling her tightly against him, his fingers sliding through her hair, pulling their kiss closer.

Their tongues explored each other, embracing and caressing.

It was a kiss Mary could only dream about.

Her whole body burned with desire for this man.

His hand slid down her neck before his lips followed them, kissing that sensitive flesh, his tongue teasing warm, wet circles that forced Mary's body to arch into him.

Slowly, gently, he edged her against his desk.

Mary's body responded out of instinct and allowed herself to move until she he felt the solid oak desk behind her.

His fingers slide down her chest until he finds the buttons of her shirt.

Loosening them one by one, his body moving down hers, his lips kissing the newly exposed flesh as each button springs open, biting gently on the soft flesh of her stomach.

Before his tongue caress is the warmth left by his teeth.

His hands move over the globes of her ass, massaging them slowly, fondling them, gripping them tightly.

Mary pushed her hips forward, desperate to feel his kiss between her thighs, her wonton pussy screaming for attention.

She lifted her legs and draped them over his shoulders, the heels of her court shoes rubbing up and down his back, etching her desire into his skin.

The flat of his palms push up the outside of her legs, exposing her flesh to his touch.

As he moved her skirt upwards, the slow pressure of his hands easing her pleasure through Mary's legs.

Sliding over the top of her thighs, he massages the soft skin firmly between finger and thumb.

A gentle sparling warmth glows inside, spreading bit by bit throughout her body, kissing the soft flesh above her knee.

His breath creating a cascade of goose pumps.

Merry moans, gently biting her lip in a desperate bit to control the flood of pleasure drenching her body without thinking.

Her thighs tense, pushing back against the wet heat of his lips as he flicks his tongue higher up a thigh.

Laying back on the desk, Mary pushes papers to the floor before her hands find his hair, massaging his head in grateful appreciation of the unslaughter sensations vibrating from head to toe.

Inch by deliciously torture aus inch.

His mouth moves up her thighs.

The caress of his thick hair over her panties forces a moan from Mary's lips.

This is the moment she has thought about for so long, the years of anticipation building to the split second she knows now is so close.

As he sucks gently on her thighs, the edge of his teeth running along the sensitive skin.

Her fingers gripped tighter in his hair, willing him higher, urging his lips where she needs him to go.

The whisper of his breath moves over the soft material of her panties.

The heat of his passion press against her folds.

Her body shudders in delight as he brushes his lips over that soft material, the most beautiful caress along her lips.

Mary pushes her feet down his back as at tension moves through her legs her orgasm, this orgasm she had dreamt about for so long, already invading every cell of her body.

Closing her eyes, the sensations grow as he traces a slow, painful line down the edge of her panti's a promise of what is coming.

Mary's core clunches would need at the proximity of his lips, inviting, wanting to experience him without the material between them.

As if responding to her instincts, his fingertip traces a trembling line left by his mouth before sliding the sudden material to one side.

Sensuously kissing at her lips, sucking them, he pulls one between his teeth as his fingers push inside at wanton sex.

Her pussy clutches aggressively at the feeling of his finger tip massaging inside her, growing the pleasure that overpowers any fantasies.

Pushing the hood of her clip gently back, the sudden feeling of his breath against it speeds up the throbbing need that is already there.

It pulses with a beat stronger than her heart.

Frustration and desperate need swirling in that most sensitive nub.

Crossing her ankles behind his head, she tries to pull his mouth closer, but he resists.

The moment, her moment, her pleasure, is his to give.

When he sees fit gently but firmly, the tip of his tongue caresses around her clip, so painfully close, yet so far, holding her breath in anticipation at the moment when he finally touches her clit, Her finger's ball his hair tightly.

Then, finally, after what seems like forever, his tongue lashes her clit with a vicious stroke.

Mary growls loudly, a growl that resonates through her pussy, her stomach, her breasts, her neck, and escapes through her mouth.

He sounds so primitive and animalistic, she didn't know she could make it.

Her body twists in uncontrolled pleasure as his tongue lashes her clit again and again and again, before he slowly sucks her nub between his teeth, taunting its tip with his tongue Mary is hostage to her passion.

His fingers thrust back inside her, filling her, teasing the fabric of her pussy as they thrust in and out.

Oh my god, she cries out.

Without warning.

Her orgasm explodes, ears of frustrations flooding her body with its release.

Her hips rock against his mouth, wanting to experience it more, wanting to succumb to his wishes, his desires.

She really didn't know she could come like this.

As the waves of her pleasure continue to cascade over her, he suddenly pulls back and flips her over on the desk.

Her innocent pussy tightens as she feels the girth of his cock, pushing her lips apart.

The sensation of him fitting her so deeply while she still throbs from her orgasm, accentuates the pleasure.

Her pussy ripples along his cock as he pushes inside with hard, needy thrusts, as if he is punctuating her pleasure beyond doubt.

Her eyes widen with the shock at the size of him, her lips stretching to accommodate him.

Her pussy clutches at every inch as she fills him, pushing inside to keep her sanity.

She focuses on the words on the board, moaning loudly as he continues to pound inside her, his fingers grasping her ass viciously, before the flat of his palm crashes across the rass with a loud slap that echoes around the room.

The vibrations of the spank echo into her pussy, adding to the sensations of his cock and her pussy throbbing in sellacious harmony.

She clutches harder along him, wanting to fill his cum, fill her completely.

His hands slide up her back, his fingers pushing through her hair, gripping it, pulling her back on to him to meet every thrust of his cock.

Somehow he pushes deeper than she had ever managed with the vibrator, her core clutching wildly at his beautiful shaft as he hammers her pleasure deep inside, feeling impulse inside just takes her straight back to the edge of the precipice.

Or does she ever really leave it?

He groans loudly, a sound that Mary feels vibrating through his cockin into a pussy, a sound that seems to touch every inch of her body.

With every thrust his groans get louder, more punctuated, the vibrations along his cock more intense than his fingers tightened in her hair to the borderline of pain, the sensation sending another wave of pleasure ricocheting through her body, accentuating the throbbing in her pussy as she feels the warm streams of his comor erupt inside her, forcing her own body to explode in delightful agony.

Continuing to thrust with hard, determined emotions, he grunts out the last of his cumb before releasing her hair, laying along her back, kissing her still trembling, flash immersing themselves in the warm sensations shared between their bodies.

Gently, he kisses her neck, his hands caressing her shoulders gently.

Eventually, his cock slides from inside her, the warm caress of their come, kissing down her thighs.

He helps her up on to her feet, his arms circling her until she studies, brushing his hand through her hair.

He holds her gaze before whispering, sorry about the spanking and the hair pulling.

It's a thing for me.

I hope I didn't hurt you.

His sparkling eyes watch her with concern for a moment before, Mary turns to the desk and picks up his discarded caine.

Turning back, she looks up at him from beneath her eyelashes, slides her hand and slowly up and down the cane before she says, coyly, Oh, you know, I've been curious about that forever, she says, smiling invitingly.

Maybe for the next lesson.

Then he says, in the meantime, you have only a week before your meal, so shall we meet again on Tuesday?

As if we can't get this menu done?

That sounds great, Mary says, as she enjoys the gentle stream of come trickling down the inside of a thigh.

Okay, you practice singing the words and we can spend a few hours going through it on Tuesday.

I know you'll get it, he responds, guiding her toward the door with his hand on the smaller her back.

As Mary opens the door to leave, he spanks her ass once again, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body.

Turning, Mary raises herself on her toes again and kisses him deeply before saying until Tuesday.

Then, as she grins wildly, so the start of another listener's fantasy.

I hope you enjoyed that.

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Let's see how we go.

So I look forward to seeing you next week when we can get wild in bed all over again.

So until then, and always with your pleasure in mind, this is Devil and Wild, wishing you salacious dreams.

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