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your coffee m start the day off right. Enjoy a morning surprise and the pleasure awaken you. Hi as Devlin, and welcome to another episode of Wild and Bed, your destination for salacious stories, sense your satisfaction and finger looking good fantasies that you know this podcast is best enjoyed laying on your bed. Just go ahead and put your earbuds in, loosen any clothing, close your eyes, and surrender to the pleasure of my voice moving over and inside you.

And when you're ready to surrender to sensuous pleasure, just take a 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 twenty 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 release that in a woman. As you listened to my voice and fell the story caressing over your body. Susan stood at the door, wondering why it intimidated her

so much. The shiny plaque was new, but exactly the same as the last plaque she had had. It was eighteen months since she had last been in her office, not this office. Two years ago, they had brought a new office with big plans, of course, to God's laugh, when men make plans, and that had been no exception. The pandemic had struck brutally hard. People forced back into their homes to continue to work their shining new offices

had remained barren and desolate for all that time. In truth, Susie had gotten kind of use to not having to commute into the office. The relaxed attitudes of showering and shaving suited her. She almost wanted to be back in the midst of the pandemic. Her home maybe empty apart from her dog, but she had accepted her single life and preferred it to all the faux couples she saw. But she knew she couldn't. She knew life had to return to normal. Today was the first day back in

their job, the first day seeing her new office. She knew she should be excited, So why the hell did it feel like the first day of school all over again. Gripping the door handle, she turns it slowly, anticipating a surprise, and the door swings open. There is nothing but a chair, a desk, and a filing cabinet. She shouldn't really be surprised the misted glass panel that replaced a wall and created an obvious, if blurred impression of an empty office

that lay behind. Placing her toe bag and plant on the desk, she studied the welcome fact left for her, a stupid COVID questionnaire as if she would have come into the office if she had had any of the symptoms, pandemic or not. A map of the floor she was on, restrooms and coffee machines mapped out in neon green with helpful images just in case she had forgotten what one looked like A helpful guide to the filing cabinet. Really, is this what the world has come to? Forgetting how

to open and close filing cabinets? Images of her office chair and what all the levers were for something she should know and possibly would try for a whole five minutes until she had lost her patience with it and accepted that her feet were just desty not to reach the floor. And then there was the instruction manual to her desk. This was no simple image with side notes. This was thirty two pages of instruction in three different languages. Turns out her bosses had decided that just sitting at

the desk and working was way too relaxing. Now she had to have a desker that could rise up and down so she could stand at the desk. Of course, they had ignored the fact that at a little over five feet tall, she was stood at most desks With her talent for technology, no doubt within a day she would need a step ladder to reach her paper and pens. And of course, the ubiquitous note informing her that only ten people were allowed in the office at any one time.

Really three hundred office suites and only ten people allowed in. She guessed she would have to get used to empty offices from now on, and a very helpful footnote from it, offering a helpline if she had any problems with her new furniture, which would no doubt go through to a voicemail that no one ever listened to. Deciding she needed a coffee before she started setting up anything that required a manual, grabbed the floor mat and headed out to

find the coffee machine. A woman needed to maintain priorities. After all, it only took her twenty minutes to return to her office. Of course, no one had thought to mark that on her map. Her coffee was still thankfully lukewarm when she placed it on the desk and glared at her chair. The electricity of mutual loathing crackled in the air between them. She walked slowly around the chair, inspecting the levers to get her bearings before sitting on it.

The chair had obviously been designed for her orangutang. As her arms fell miserably to reach any of the controls underneath the seat, her feet still a good eighteen inches from the floor, she accidentally discovered the massage button, which would no doubt have been soothing had she not been trying to lean over the arm of the chair to reach the levers and the massage rollers, finding her most

sensitive spots. Sighing irritably, she accepted that she would have to just leap in and out of the chair for the moment. But maybe she could figure out how to lower the desk. Having it lower than chin level just had to be useful. Otherwise she really would have to get a step ladder and just sit on the desk

and work. This was so stupid. Someone in their infinite wisdom had decided what a woman of Petite's thatture really needed was all the controls of her desk along on the side, completely out of sight, so she had to lean over the desk to find them. Fumbling blindly, her cheek pressed hard against the cold meta mine's surface, Susy could feel some controls, although figuring which ones they were

was almost impossible. Eventually, she found what seemed to be the world's smallest joystick, and stretching her fingers, she barely managed to touch it. Saying a muttered prayer to herself, she started oppressing whatever she could. Without warning, the desk dropped eighteen inches, dumping her unceremoniously back into her seat. Trapping her legs tightly trying to reach the controls, but the desk blocked her attempts. Okay, this might actually be a

little more uncomfortable than she liked. As she struggled in her prone position. Conceding defeat, she reached for her handbag and pulled out her cellphone, dialing the number for it supports hurriedly. She was surprised when somebody answered. Explaining her predicament, the young man healthfully said he would be right up. Surprisingly, it was only a few minutes before he arrived, knocking at the door. He waited outside, Frustrated, Susie just called come on in. Then he simply said, oh, as he

looked at Susie trapped by her own desk. Dropping his tool back to the floor, he walked over, looking at the controls before pressing something somewhere. There was a slight cracking sound, and the desk shuddered slightly before failing to move completely. I think we might have blown a fuse, he said, running his fingers through his dark hair. Susi turned to face him, more than mildly irritated by the

glint of humor in his bright eyes. You can get me out of this contraption, right, she said, more sharply than intended. His arms strained as he attempted to manually lift the desk Susie's attention strangely drawn to his straining biceps and chest. Even through his loose T shirt, the tightness of his muscles were as evident. Okay, I'm going to have to climb under the desk to see if there's a fuse blown or something, he muttered, without exuding

any confidence whatsoever. For some unknown reason, he rubbed his palms down his jeans before retrieving his tool bag and disappearing under the desk. From somewhere under the desk, Susy could just make out his voice. Can you move your legs to the side, please. I have to get into the controls and they're right above your legs. And desperately, Susi tried to move her legs, but found them to

be completely trapped by the desk. No, I can't, she called back, reappearing from under the desk, his face absolutely serious, desperately controlling his urge to burst into laughter. You mention this to any one, and your career here will be decidedly uncomfortable, Susy said, her voice stern and stressed. I won't, I promise, but to get you out, I'm going to have to find something to put over your legs to

help them slip to the side. Have you got anything like a body lotion, he asked, blushing a little, As much as it might surprise you, I don't carry things like body lotion around with me, just in case I get trapped by a stupid desk, she whispered curtly. Why not try the rest rooms a hand lotion or something, her annoyance barely controlled. He opened his mouth to respond, but obviously thinking better of it, he shut it again,

turning and leaving the room. Within a few moments, he returned with a bottle of what Susie hoped at least was hand wash. Obviously he knows the layout of the floor a whole lot better than she does. Disappearing back under the desk, Susie is at least grateful she decided to wear a skirt today. If she'd warm pants, no doubt, they would be ruined by what he had intended, and she would have to walk through the office with very

damp patches all over her legs. It would be nice if he had warned her before he applied the first handful across her thighs. It was absolutely freezing. Where did you get that? It's freezing, she cried, Oh, sorry, it was in the stores. Are warm at a little taking a little more care with his next application, slowly easing it over her knees, the warm caress of the oil kissing the soft skin at the bottom of her thigh firmly, Susie bit her lip to suppress a moan. I'm going

to have to ease your skirt up a little. I'm sorry if this gets a little personal, he said, without conviction. I bet you are, Susie thought to herself, Thank God, I wore my decent panties. Feeling the strength of his fingers as they eased the lotion between her thighs, his thumbs moving up and down her soft skin inch by delicious inch, sending tremors through Susie's body that she had

not felt in so long. Suddenly, long forgotten desire cascaded down her body, her thighs tensing, just forcing them tighter against the desk. God, your thighs are strong. I'm going to have to push a little harder, he mutters from under the desk. Susie's fingers gripped on the arm of the chair as she felt his long fingers pushing up her thighs, the damp, warm sensation of the lotion on her skin, accentuating her own warm, damp feeling that was

relentlessly growing inch by inch. He slid her skirt slowly higher, coating her skin in the luxurious lotion. Susie's pussy throbbing with need, she felt his hands slide ever closer to her folds. Years of single life and sexual frustration came to bear inside her pussy, and it painfully ached for him to touch her. What the heck was she doing?

She had a senior job, and yet right now all she could think of was for this engineer's fingers to be pushing inside of her kneedy lips, His fingertips now brushing the edge of her panties as he massaged the lotion firmly across them. She could smell her own desire even over the fragrance of the lotion. His breath caressed a pussy while his lips stayed infuriating close but not touching. God, she was burning with desire. Suddenly, her thighs slipped under

the desk, still trapped by the despert parted. Now, okay, I'm going to have to just unscrew the control panel. I'm sorry if it touches you in any way, he said, gingerly. The sensation at the back of his fingers pressing against her panties sent shock weights of electricity through Susie's body, each turn of the screwdriver, forcing his fingers to brush

over her panties innocently caressing her lips her clip. Susie wasn't sure if she had already been moaning or if this was the first moment that had parted her lips, but the sensation of his fingers repeatedly brushing against her moist sensitive varier forced her whole body to tense with uncontrollable desire. Suddenly, the desk lifted. Susie looked down his eyes looking up at her over her roosed shirt. Without thinking, she just said finish it and put her legs over

his shoulders, pulling his lips firmly against her pussy. His tongue teased along the edge of her panties, teasing the edge of her folds. Susie slowly rocked her pussy up and down his stubble chin, the sensation sending wild ways of passion burning through her body. Slowly, his fingers explored her lips, his tongue teasing gently up and down the length of her pussy, exploring, tasting, teasing, before his fingers slipped the hood off her clip, and with delicious, deliberate

broad strokes of his tongue, he caressed around it. She moaned loudly, her body getting closer and closer to where she need to be. His fingers slid inside her pussy, massaging her walls as his lips sucked on her clip, intermediately flicking it with his tongue, finding the massage bar, finding the massage button on the chair, he started sending gentle vibrations for her body, intensifying the sensations already growing

inside her. Her thighs tightened, squeezing his magic lips tight against her pussy as she gripped on the chair, his fingers thrusting harder and harder, deeper and deeper through her trembling lips, her pussy clutching frantically at every movement of his fingers. She could fill her core, tensing with the need to release, the need to come. As she felt her clip being sucked between his teeth, her body shook in pleasure as her orgasm exploded from the top of

her head to the tip of her toes. Pushing her chair back, she stared intensely at her him be inside me now, she commanded. Without waiting, he raised himself to his knees and buckled his pants and guided his long, thick cock deep into a still trembling pussy, clutching at every throbbing inch as he pushed hard and deep inside her in perfect time with the vibrations of the chair. Unbuttoning her shirt, his hands rubbed roughly over the lace of her bra, pinching her nipples as he stretched her

pussy tight around his girth. Her orgasm just seemed to continue to grow with every thrust of his hard coock. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she pulled him in closer, pushing her pussy hard against his thrusting hips, listening to him moan. Hearing him so close to coming sent a fresh wave of desire through a body, her orgasm merciless

in its domination of her whole body. Her hand reached down and rubbed her clip furiously as he can continued to fuck her harder and harder, his own body tensing then shuddering as Susie felt the warm stream of his calm explode inside her. Her body responded so intensely she thought she might faint from the pleasure of flooding through her body. As she cried out O Raugussin holding him inside her, Susie immersed herself in the sensation of his

wonderful cock pulsing against her clutching pussy. Opening her eyes, she held his beautiful gaze for a moment before whispering, I think my cherney's adjusting as well. Grinning, he simply said, oh, I can help with that. It might take me twenty minutes to get everything prepared again, though, So I hope you like that little story. Another one next week am and obviously on Friday, and we have another hu Any

healing Meditation yes on Monday, a new erotic story. So if you have any ideas or any suggestions you'd like to hear for a story, then don't be shy and just come ahead and say this is what I'd like to hear you do as a story, and let's see where we go. Yeah, it's that easy. Just email me at Devlin at Wilddesires dot com and not do what I can. So I look forward to seeing you on Monday. Wait until then, and always with your pleasure in mind.

This is devilin wild, wishing you salacious dreams. A stat space and attatate y tected.