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In the quiet corridors of academia, Mary is determined to reclaim her dreams. Returning to school to complete her studies, she never expected to come face-to-face with the teacher who ignited her teenage crush and still haunts her fantasies. Now older, wiser, and undeniably more alluring, the chemistry between them is electric, but the stakes have never been higher.
As Mary navigates her lessons, she finds herself drawn to him in ways that defy classroom boundaries. Their stolen glances and lingering conversations blur the lines of propriety, igniting a longing that challenges everything they thought they knew about desire. Yet, the pressures of their roles and the expectations of the world around them demand they keep their distance, even as the magnetic pull between them grows stronger.
Will Mary find the courage to bridge the gap, or will the lessons of their hearts remain unlearned? Dive into a world where passion flirts with restraint, and the longing for connection becomes a captivating lesson in love.
Sensual Connections is tale of temptation and restraint, perfect for readers who crave the thrill of forbidden desire and the sweetness of unfulfilled dreams.
In the quiet corridors of academia, Mary is determined to reclaim her dreams. Returning to school to complete her studies, she never expected to come face-to-face with the teacher who ignited her teenage crush and still haunts her fantasies. Now older, wiser, and undeniably more alluring, the chemistry between them is electric, but the stakes have never been higher.
As Mary navigates her lessons, she finds herself drawn to him in ways that defy classroom boundaries. Their stolen glances and lingering conversations blur the lines of propriety, igniting a longing that challenges everything they thought they knew about desire. Yet, the pressures of their roles and the expectations of the world around them demand they keep their distance, even as the magnetic pull between them grows stronger.
Will Mary find the courage to bridge the gap, or will the lessons of their hearts remain unlearned? Dive into a world where passion flirts with restraint, and the longing for connection becomes a captivating lesson in love.
Sensual Connections is tale of temptation and restraint, perfect for readers who crave the thrill of forbidden desire and the sweetness of unfulfilled dreams.
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Speaker 1 (00:24):
Hi, it is Devlin. I want to take a moment
before today's story to share something extremely important. Please don't
skip this notice. It's just too important to ignore. As
you may already know, recently, several adult podcasts just like
Central Awakenings have been suddenly removed from major platforms. These
(00:48):
weren't taken down by the creators. They were taken down
by the platforms themselves, removing the podcast without notice. We
have seen this when YouTube remove my video channel, when
SoundCloud removed my audio channel, there was no notice, no warning.
(01:09):
They were just closed down overnight, leaving thousands of listeners frustrated.
It is part of an ongoing assault by the powers
that be to censor anything they deem unsuitable for you
to enjoy. So to make sure you never missed an episode,
the only way I can guarantee you'll always have access
(01:33):
to your favorite stories is by downloading the Central Awakenings app.
It's safe, private, nonsensored, and completely commercial free, just the
way stories for consenting grown ups are meant to be.
It doesn't matter if you are on an Android or
an Apple phone. You can just go ahead and follow
(01:55):
the link in this episode's notes or visit me at
wild in Bed dot com and follow the links there
to download the app. Thank you for listening, and thank
you for staying with me. So for now, just lay
back and enjoy tonight's story. Hi is Devlin, and welcome
(02:23):
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.
(02:46):
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
(03:07):
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
(03:28):
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
(03:52):
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.
(04:18):
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
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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
(05:02):
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
(05:23):
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
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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
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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
(06:28):
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
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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
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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
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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.
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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
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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
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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,
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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
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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
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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,
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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.
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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
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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
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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
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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.
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
(19:31):
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,
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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
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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
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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.
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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.
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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
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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
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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,
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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
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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.
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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
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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,
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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
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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. Now.
If you haven't sent me your fantasy yet, why not
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go on get on the email send it across to me.
You know you'll love to hear it up here. So
next week we have part two of our little story,
and it may even go to a part three. 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
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pleasure in mind, this is Devil and Wild, wishing you
salacious dreams. As you have enjoyed tonight's story, take one
moment right now and download the Central Awakenings up to
ensure your ongoing pleasure free from the risk of censorship
(27:05):
by the Puritan view. You can find the links in
this show's notes or by visiting wildibed dot com.
Hi, it is Devlin. I want to take a moment
before today's story to share something extremely important. Please don't
skip this notice. It's just too important to ignore. As
you may already know, recently, several adult podcasts just like
Central Awakenings have been suddenly removed from major platforms. These
(00:48):
weren't taken down by the creators. They were taken down
by the platforms themselves, removing the podcast without notice. We
have seen this when YouTube remove my video channel, when
SoundCloud removed my audio channel, there was no notice, no warning.
(01:09):
They were just closed down overnight, leaving thousands of listeners frustrated.
It is part of an ongoing assault by the powers
that be to censor anything they deem unsuitable for you
to enjoy. So to make sure you never missed an episode,
the only way I can guarantee you'll always have access
(01:33):
to your favorite stories is by downloading the Central Awakenings app.
It's safe, private, nonsensored, and completely commercial free, just the
way stories for consenting grown ups are meant to be.
It doesn't matter if you are on an Android or
an Apple phone. You can just go ahead and follow
(01:55):
the link in this episode's notes or visit me at
wild in Bed dot com and follow the links there
to download the app. Thank you for listening, and thank
you for staying with me. So for now, just lay
back and enjoy tonight's story. Hi is Devlin, and welcome
(02:23):
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.
(02:46):
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
(03:07):
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
(03:28):
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
(03:52):
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.
(04:18):
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
(04:40):
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
(05:02):
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
(05:23):
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
(05:45):
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
(06:07):
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
(06:28):
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
(06:52):
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
(07:16):
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
(07:38):
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.
(08:00):
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
(08:21):
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
(08:42):
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,
(09:02):
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
(09:26):
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
(09:46):
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,
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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.
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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
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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
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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
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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.
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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,
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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
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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
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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.
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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.
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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
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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
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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,
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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
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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.
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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
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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,
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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
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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. Now.
If you haven't sent me your fantasy yet, why not
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go on get on the email send it across to me.
You know you'll love to hear it up here. So
next week we have part two of our little story,
and it may even go to a part three. 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
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pleasure in mind, this is Devil and Wild, wishing you
salacious dreams. As you have enjoyed tonight's story, take one
moment right now and download the Central Awakenings up to
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