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filthy finger looking good fantasies. You know this podcast is best enjoyed laying on your bed, so you might want to loosen any clothing now, or maybe be completely naked as you surrender to my story and give yourself permission to enjoy every word, every touch, every sound as if it was really happening. For the next thirty minutes or so, it's just you and my voice. This is your time, Your time to relax, your time to let you are
in a bish go, your time for censuous pleasure. As you close your eyes and take a deep breath and just hold it for a moment and let it go with a sigh, letting all the stress of the week ago as you listen to my words and let my voice move over you. Helen Sheep as she glances around the store. Words from weeks ago rising in her mind.
Her best friend's enthusiasm for her to rebel echoes loudly in her memories that afternoon when she had dared to break the rules, to do something while illegal that day that had led to the best mind blowing sex of her life that day that even now brings a throbbing between her thighs and a glistening of wet desire to her panties. But since that her sex life has vanished. She has tried with a couple of partners, but honestly,
it was disappointing and just so well. Vanilla Helen knows she craves to feel that risk, that threat of danger once again. In truth, she craves him her a sexy cop. Really she knows no one else will do. Over the past couple of weeks, she has amassed a collection of lingerie and adult toys, all stolen in the desperate hope of seeing him again. High it's Devlin, but I'm welcome to another episode and she just had to ask to the idea he was cleared from her life. In her heart,
she knows she needs to move on. Without thinking, she slides a red crotchless body into an oversized clutch bag. It wasn't as if she even needed it. She didn't stop to feel the sensuous red silk, or even ponder how it might feel against her naked skin, or maybe
wear it for a man just before they fucked. Sighing to herself as she takes one desperate look around the store, dropping her head in resignation of another failed attempt, Helen walks slowly through the sliding doors and out into the mall, pausing for a moment, trying to think of stores that she might just see him at. Helene shakes her head. This is stupid. She is a mature woman, for fat's sake, not some teenager with her first crush. What hold does
this man have over her? Stamping her heels on the floor trying to shake off the shackles of sexual frustration, he then decides to head home. Not so fast. Miss A harsh baritone voice echoes as she feels strong fingers grasping her shoulders, turning slowly. Suddenly, Hope rushes up her legs, turning the gentle warmth in her panties into a wild fire of desire. Before she has even turned to look at him. Her pussy is clutching with need, the need to feel his cock inside her again, to taste him,
to know the satisfaction that only he can give. Lifting her eyes to look through her hair, green eyes stare down at her. This isn't her blue eyed sexy cop. Who is this impostor? Where is her cop? If she is going to be arrested, there is only one man for the job. As he guides her back into the store, his hands grasp her shoulder strongly, the movement of his thumb as it presses hard onto her muscle creating sensations vibrating through her breast. He is definitely strong. His firm
grip attests to that. The fragrance of his cologne is undoubtedly manly. Helen gas with reluctant desire as she breathes in that fragrance, her body awashed with lust. As this security guard escorts her through the store, his strong hands skillfully guiding her between the rows of sensuous lingerie, past the sex toys and the large mirror windowed to a
door in the far corner of the store. The thoughts of the salacious things he might do to her, the feeling of his body against her naked body, warming all her hot spots, sending pulses of electricity through a painfully round nipples as they push at the lace of her bra her panties somehow caressing her clet, teasing it. What is wrong with me? She muses? Do I have to get arrested to get this turned on? Do I have
an authority fetish? Leaning over her, his broad chest prushing at the back of Helen's head, the heat of his body pressing along hers, turning her on even more shit. She can feel her wet pleasure dripping down her thighs, wishing now she had gone for jeans instead of a wrapper own skirt. He must be able to smell her lust the fuck's sake, She could, watching his hand intently as it moves over her shoulder, punching a series of digits into the keypad at the side of the door,
and then feels another wave of disappointment. He didn't touch her, He didn't even try eye, For God's sake, he could have grasped her tits or something. Opening the door, he gives Helen a sharp push into the room, making her stumble and almost fall to the floor. Get in the chair and don't move. He snarls as he dumps her clutch bag on the table, turning it upside down, letting all its accusing contents of sex, toys and lingerie spill
onto the table. He turns his emerald green eyes towards Helen. Well, haven't you been busy? I'm willing to bet my left nut that none of this has been paid for, he says, scowling at her the way he looks at her, the fiercely dominant tone of his voice sending trembles through her whole body, all culminating on an intense vibration on her clip. The sensation of her pussy clutching between her thighs overpowers
any sensible thoughts she might be having. Pushing her thighs together in a desperate attempt to stem the flow of wet lust escaping her panties, Helen just seems to intensify the feelings, her dampness becoming uncontrollable as she tries to sit still on the chair, But the thought of what punishment might before her should she move, just turning her on out of her ever loving mind through defiance, lust and discomfort, and squirms in her seat, inviting his punitive efforts.
She needs to be punished. She wants to be punished. Okay, if you don't sit still, I will have to cuff you to the chair, he growls, his voice full of menace in the promise of dark pleasure, the thought of him cuffing her to the chair turning Helen's lust into
an impossible volcano. Like a bratish child, she wriggles dramatically in her chair, kicking at the ground with the heels of her shoes to accentuate the motion, forcing her thighs together, intensifying the sensation moving through a body, a wet desire burning a line down her thighs. Glaring at her, he snarls right, and with that he grabs her arms, roughly, forcing them behind the chairs. With two metallic clicks. Helen can feel her wrists secured firmly, her desire pulsing deep
in her core, her click trembling. Yes, Helen thinks, at last, he may not be sexy comp but he will do The menacing guard turns away, walking to the far side of the room and retrieving his cellphone. He dows on them quickly while watching Helen's squirm in the chair. It's mark he says into the phone, I need you down a fig leaves, and then disconnects the col walking back toward Helen, lowering his head so their eyes a level,
he studies her for a moment. A surge of petulance moves through her body as she kicks out with her free legs, her heel, catching him hard on the shin fuck, he growls, you bitch, Grabbing two more sets of handcuffs from the table, his long fingers easily clasped a thigh through her skirt, pushing her legs heavily down onto the chair, he kneels, grinning at her. I can feel your wet little pussy through your skirt. Guess you like being handcuffed?
Helen sighs. At last the penny has dropped. He forces her legs apart and cuffing her ankles to the metal legs of the chair. His eyes trace a line up her body, holding for a moment over her breast, her erec nipples breasting on her shirt, over her lips, holding her gaze as he pushes her skirt up, exposing her glistening thighs the cold air in the room, biting at her throbbing clip through the wet silk of her panties. Amona escapes Helen's lips as his thumbs roughly push at
the sudden material, pressing hard on the clip. As they hold each other's gaze, her body trembling with a desire that burns through a pussy, she gasps her head rolling back. Oh God, please fuck me, she whispers, her mouth dry with desire, standing up his heart, cock tenting his pants just inches from Helen's lips, flicking her tongue across her dry lips, moistening them. Knowing that beast of a cock
will be in her mouth any moment. Now, wanting it to be there already, Helen closes her eyes as his large fingers clumsy release his waistband. The sound of his pants falling to his ankles. She opens her eyes again, seeing the monster of a hard cock straining his box assorts just confirms her desperate lust. I thought you might like this. He sets, his voice level and cold as he releases a pulsing length of muscle from his boxes.
Alen's eyes widen at the side of it, the hunger to taste it, to feel it inside of her, densing all her muscles in her core with furious need. Slowly at first, his hand slides up and down the majestic length of his cock, his long fingers straining around its girth, watching every vein in his erection pulse with desire. As his hand quickens in pace, grabbing hand's hair with his other hand, twisting it into tight bundles, he growls, I'm going to come over your face, hot, little thief. Your
throbbing pussy doesn't deserve my law abiding cock. Fuck no, Ellen moans, I need to be fucked. You can't do this. You think I'm going to put this beauty inside your dirty pussy, little thief? Think again, He growls, the tip of his erection pulsing just in front of Helen's eyes. It burns an angry red as it swells in front of her, pulsing with his rising orgasm. Fuck, he's going to come and leave me needy and want him, Ellen thinks to herself. The fuck you can't, he growls angrily
as the door to the office swings open. His voice cuts off abruptly as an image of dark hair, intense blue eyes glowing in the low light. That police uniform that looks like the gods had poured him into it, release her, She's mine. That sexy voice resonates around the room, creating a surge of lust that washes over her body as she watches the godlike figure stalk through the door,
her pussy crying out for his severe intention. Without pausing, the security guard drops to the floor, releasing the handcuffs around Helen's ankles, then standing and releasing her wrists. Helen rubs at her arms before standing and walking to stand next to her sexy cop Are you okay, baby girl? Yes, his voice deep and full of possessive concern. There gaze is meat, electristy crackling between them, Desire cascading down Helen's body as he moves his hand, pulling her hard against
his firm body. A cessation of security, an unfathomable desire embraces her, the pulsing in her core feeling like a jackhammer as needs swelled deep inside. She slides the flat of her palm over his broad chest. Succumbing to his blue eyes. She whispers, I am now on he as fuck, but you know, smiling up at him, hoping to appear at least playful and obedient. The cruel smile dances over sexy CoP's lips as he says normal, then his eyes
glistening with the promise of painful satisfaction. Turning toward the security guard, his gaze hardens again. Turn the chair to face the security window, he growls in that intense tone that does nothing but make Helen tremble in pleasure. Leave your pants, he commands, as the security guard bends to raise his pants. Now sit down, his voice tingling with passion,
hand off yourself to the chair. Obediently, the guard sits and handcuffs his ankles to the chair and his hands together awkwardly clicking the lock into place, releasing Helen from his protective grip. He walks to the table with the spoils of her efforts spread across it. Pushing his bat on through the lingerie and sex toys, he whispers, looks like someone wanted to be arrested, quickly glancing back at
Helen and winking, forcing a blush over her body. Well maybe, she says, embarrassed at how easily he could see through her. Put this on, he orders, selecting the crutchless bodysuit from the pile of contraband gasping Helen panics looking at the large window overlooking the shop floor. Don't worry, baby girl. No one out there can see and hear or hear a thing. What we do in here is between us. Siling gently, Helen takes a lace bodysuit and slowly unbuttons
her shirt. No behind him, This piece of shit doesn't deserve to see your beautiful pussy until I say. Helen pulls her shirt back across her lackluster cleavage before moving around the bound security guard, letting her shirt fall to the ground. Helen releases her skirt before it joins her shirt in a parlor around her feet. As she slides her panties down her legs, she suddenly feels a flush of a rouse or cascading down her body. She had
never been comfortable being naked in front of men. For her, her breasts were too small, her hips too wide, and her stomach not as flat as she would like. But in front of this man, as his gaze moves approvingly up and down her body, that low growl of desire that burns in his chest just makes her feel more a rare else than she could ever remember feeling. There was just something about him, about his demeanor, his voice,
his eyes that made Helen burn with desire. Sliding the lace lingerie up her body, adjusting her pussy lips so they fit perfectly in the gap. She turns to face him. His eyes widen with lust, forcing him the wave of desire to move through Helen's core. Damn it, just the way he looks at her makes a ache. She knew
he wanted her, but fuck if she knew why. Just as his eyes caress her body one more time, her pussy clenching with desire, her nipples pushing hard against a soft lace, and as she moves, the lace bites her nipples, turning her on so much. Looking down, she can see his appreciation, pushing hard at his pants. That beautiful cock was so fiercely wrecked beneath the material. God, she wanted to feel it again. Memories of that afternoon torment her care with need to taste it, to feel it inside her.
She needed to feel it filling her. All she could think of was falling to her knees and thanking him in perfect submission, before taking every inch of him into her mouth. Her tremble ran through her body just at the thought of it. Now, let's show this piece of shit how to treat a lady in need. Taking her hand, he squeezes it tightly as he maneuvers her in front of the guard. Turning her, he pushes her against the security window, his body pressing hard against her back, his
throbbing cock teasing at her astrument behind his pants. Helen closes her eyes as her pussy responds in perfect symphony, moving his bat on up the back of herth eyes firmly pushing it between them, forcing her legs apart. He traces the bat on slowly over the soft skin on the inside of her legs, stopping just as he reaches her exposed pussy lips and slowly sliding its cold length along her folds, the rough caress of the bat on
forcing her clip to throb even more intensely. Suddenly, he taps a bat on against her clip, forcibly, sending shockwaves of electricity through a body as a gentle sting subsides. A warm glow burns to her clip, an aching desire swirling that just seems to intensify all the sensations created by being exposed to this man, by being submissive to him.
As he stops abruptly, Helen opens her eyes, wondering why, suddenly aware of the shop is just feet away from their decadent theater, and then fills her core, clutched with need. Strangely more turned on by this near public display. The women on the other side of the window selecting lingerie and sex toys as that partners look on, none of them realizing what was happening just inches away behind the window. Grab your ankles, sexy Cock whispers in her ear. Submissively,
Helen bends over her hands, clasping her ankles. Turning, Sexy Cock pushes his bat on under the security guard's nose smell how beautiful she is. Pushing it along his lips, he says, that's the closest thing you'll ever get to tasting anything that fucking sexy. Looking down, he laughs cruelly, mocking the security guard as he snears that beautiful cock of yours seems to be nothing but an old, flaccid piece of meat. Now with that, he stabs at it
with his baton, laughing at his embarrassment. Finally wiping the baton over the guard's chest, he says, your pathetic dick doesn't deserve to be near her sweet pussy, and turning back toward Helen, his hands roughly rub over the globes of her ass, his fingers grasping at the soft flesh, pummeling it, before sliding two long fingers between her cheeks, teasing her ass whole, massaging it gently with the wet pleasure dripping from her pussy, before sliding a finger inside,
rubbing those sensitive spots that electrify her whole body, thrusting gently in and out of that most secret place, her tiring of muscle clenching on his finger before he slowly pulls it out, prolonging her desire, her agony, her kneed as he slides his hand further down, massaging the web holds of her pussy, pulling them between his fingers, massaging
her claid, pinching it with excruciating precision. He rubs it between his thumb and finger, dragging her nail slowly along it, sending bolts of pleasure cascading through Helen's body, lifting her head. Helen's eyes open widely as a moment of pure carnal desire escapes her lips, staring at the shoppers through the security window, her pussy aching with a longing as she watches their faces, able to see every detail with sexy
cock commands, widen your legs further their own accord. Helen's legs spread further apart, struggling to get her balance again with the intense sensations moving through a body, just as a broad hand crashes against her pussy, sending a beautiful, burning sensation pulsing into a core. Moaning loudly as everything in her puss, she trembles with the raw passion of
this man. Another spank on the folds of her pussy, a body tensing at the wildfire of lust, making every nerve and a body come to life, a need to come intensifying with every punishing stroke of his hand. He gal airs at the security guard and grouse this is how you treat a needy pussy, dick weed, before another painful thrash of his hands lands firmly on Helen's pussy, sending her desire into overdrive. Fuck, she could just come like this, she thinks, as spirals a pleasure move over
her body. Turning toward her again, he unbuckles his belt, letting his pants drop before commanding, put your hands on the window, baby girl, You're going to need some stability. This might get intense before hammering without mercy, into Helen's waiting pussy, her lips thrubbing around every demanding thrust of
his hard cock. Desperately, Helen pushes her hands against a mirrored window, her fists clenching tightly in response to the sensations moving through a body, the orgasm growing as his fingers grasp hard at her hips, pulling her back onto him, thrusting even deeper, every movement of his beautiful cock, rubbing so perfectly along her clip, dracing a glorious line up the wall of Helen's pussy, massaging that most private spot, her core clutching at every inch of his heart, lust
tightening around him as she feels her orgasm spreading, Allen moans loudly as his cock trembles inside her, a growl rising up his chest as his body tenses. Suddenly, the warm avalanche of his pleasure explodes inside her, triggering her own orgasm, her body tensing as her hands grasped desperately at the sheer glass in front of her, trying to hold on to some stability. His cock still pulsing, he pulls out of Helen's pussy is come, dripping down her thighs.
On your knees, he commands. Without waiting, Helen turns and drops to her knees, taking his still pulsing cock hungrily between her lips, her tongue, salaciously tasting every inch of him as that beautiful com continues to pulse into her mouth. That's it, baby girl, suck me dry, he moans, tasting every creamy drop of his pleasure as he forcibly thrusts in and out of her mouth. Out of the corner of her eye, Alen notices a lady adjusting her lip
gloss in the reflective security window. Helen smiles around his throbbing erection as she massages his balls, forcing her lips along the entire length of his delectable manhood, lipsticks smearing along its length mine, Helen thinks to herself as the last drops of his cum trickle onto her tongue. He runs his powerful fingers through her hair. Holding Helen's gaze for a moment, he whispers, good girl, before moving his grasp under her chin, is still weeping, cocks sliding from
her lips. Lifting her gently, he kisses Helen deeply. Their tongues, exploring each other's mouths, sharing that taste of warm pleasure that burns so deeply down her throat, immersing in the pleasure of that deep kiss that breathe each other's satisfaction deep inside. As he pulls back, staring into Allan's eyes. Get dressed, he commands, I need to take you in
and give you a thorough interview. Grinning mischievously as she starts to slide the straps of her lingerie over her shoulders, the dress back in her normal bra and panties, he says, oh no, that can stay on, smiling with that cruel, crooked move of his lips. Slowly getting dressed, her legs still trembling from the after glow moving through a body she has. Well, you need to handcoff me, smiling, he responds,
most definitely, but we will use mine. Turning to look at the pathetic security guard heaped in the chair, he continues, we will leave him here for his bosses to find. Should teach him to fuck with my pussy? Well, I hope that's her, and teased all those spots and put you in the mood for some censu It's fun and always with your pleasure in mind. This is Devil in
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