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I don't know about you. I need a laugh, So
here are some sexy mishaps that happened. This one's from Lucy.
I was having sex with my ex boyfriend missionary style
when we were getting really into it. My dog was
asleep in the foot of the bed, but she usually
paid no attention to us and weren't concerned just where.
Things were getting more heated and more heated. When suddenly
my exhales, what the fuck and his cock went entirely
limp inside me. What. I asked, frantically, thinking he was
having a heart attack. Your dog just licked my asshole.
I couldn't stop laughing until I realized the condom had
come off in me and we had to fish it out.
I've actually had a condom fall off inside me, but
I think it's because he bought the wrong size and
I didn't know until I was using the restauranom and
it went PLoP. And I got back and he was like, hey,
did you happen to find the condom. I'm like, well, yes,
it did. I flushed it. Here's another one happened a
few weeks back. I met a girl at a club.
We went back to my place. This girl was on top.
She was going slow at first, but as soon as
she got close she started going absolutely mental. My head
kept hitting the wall, but not hurting, so I just
let it keep happening. As she hit that magical moment.
She went absolutely ferocious, and the force drove my head
into the plaster, putting a hole in the wall, and
I ended up needing a few stitches. These aren't signed,
but these are great. Could you imagine explaining that to
the er, especially if they're like was they found pieces
and bits of plaster in their head. I wonder what
he said, you know, that kind of reminds me of
sex in the city, where she was getting focked by
a guy that was really rough and saying kind of
thing and put her head and neck and she had
to go this wedding and she was all hunched over
like the hunchback of Notre Dame or dom, however you
want to pronounce it. Last one, an ext girlfriend of
mine and myself for home alone while my mother went
to the store for an hour. So we were all
chilling in the kitchen in the common area of the house.
Initial groping and goffing occurred until we got just into it,
and at no time I was pants down receiving a
nice blow job while sitting upright on the family living
room sofa with my hands nicely resting slightly off the
edge of the couch. This felt extraordinarily nice until my
mother and small brother and sister walked into the front
door from the store, which has one walkway until you
round the corner of the living room. As she walked in,
I heard the innocent screams of children walking in the
front door. My first reaction was extreme shock, and my
response started with a strong uppercut of my right hand
to her chin, followed by me jerking my knees upward
right into her neck and chin to pull my pants out.
You might think, wow, that sounds painful. Well, to add
insult to injury, I was jerking my knees, putting my
pants on, and getting into a standing position in my
semi flaccid penis, and balls whacked your square in the face.
Oh yeah, I'm sorry. I needed that laugh today. I
don't know why. I think it's just been a very
heavy week and we're not going to go into it
because we're not that kind of podcast. So I hope
you guys enjoyed those as much as I did. So
if you have any funny mishaps sexually that will make
us laugh, because I do believe sometimes laughing is an
aphrodisiac as well, especially you know to a woman. As
I always tell men that doesn't know how to make
a move on a woman or doesn't know what to
do make them laugh. It's like halfway to the panties,
just say and actually I would think it would go both ways,
but I can only speak from a woman's perspective. I
am one of those. If you can make me laugh,
you're halfway there, and carry a good conversation. That's all
I really ask. I kinda find myself low maintenance in
that area. You know what time it is, It's time
to sit back, relax, Let's have a whiskey with some
filthy cherries, of course, and explore some erotic fantasies from
people just like you and me, Dear Nikki. After receiving
my MBA from UCLA, I got a job in Dallas
working as an assistant manager in a business office. We
handled large clients who dealt with medical record keeping all
over the Central U S. Dakotas, Nebraska, Kansas, Oklahoma, Texas, Arkansas,
and New Mexico. I was put on the road visiting
main offices of each of our thirty plus customers. One
visit was up to a firm in North Dakota. It
was done it easy to drive too. I got to
a motel room in the small town and Emily drove
to the office headquarters. I didn't get out of there
and till about nine o'clock at night. Lots of work
the next day, I went in early, skip lunch, I
ate a snicker, and I was done by four pm.
I did that on purpose. I wanted to look around
the area. There was an Indian reservation nearby, and I
wanted to visit their store. I came back to the motel,
changed my clothes. It was cold, and I decided I
would not take a shower. I took off my work
clothes and grabbed some bluone jeans out of my bag
and a nice sweater. I was standing naked by the
bed when I heard a noise. I walked to the bathroom.
There was a young man cleaning the mirror with some
sprague foam. For a second, he looked startled. Then he
looked at my naked body and smiled. I was frozen
in time. He said, I'm so sorry. You didn't get
back until late yesterday, so I didn't expect you so early.
This is the last place I cleaned this afternoon, and
I'm done I'll grab my stuff and leave. He didn't move, though,
kept looking up and down my body. He was nice looking,
dark hair, light brown skin, a beautiful white teeth. I
was attracted. I slided a little closer unconsciously. He didn't move.
He put the cleaning rag down and just smiled. I
could not resist myself. I moved a little closer. He
reached out and pulled me close. He kissed me. I
could feel his warmness through the crotch material of his levies.
He stopped and pulled off his wool's shirt and dropped
his pants. He had no shorts on. I looked down
and he had a huge cock. I think Indians must
have a large organ the most men. It was beautiful.
He bit me over the sink and slowly rammed it
in home. I didn't want to scream, as we were
in the motel after all, I held back bit on
my lip. I finished almost immediately. I've never come that
fast before. He hit my harder and forty strokes and
I came. I couldn't believe it. I'd never done that either.
He rested still inside me. It did not go soft.
He slowly moved back and forth. I wanted to stop.
I was exhausted. He kept moving slowly. I felt it
coming on. I wanted it again. I was totally amazed. Now,
in another thirty or forty or so strokes, I came again.
I was weak need, and he sensed it and pulled
out and carried me to bed, got behind me and
put his long or again in again. He said, this
is for you. I'll lie still, you move however you
want to. I didn't move at first. Then I could
feel as warm morgan inside me. It was cold in
the room, and the warmth was exciting. I began to move.
Then I moved more. He remained still. I had to
speed up. I was breathing harder, and I moved faster.
Finally he brewthed harder too. Then I could no longer resist.
He got in time with me. I moved faster and faster.
I said, laughly, I'm gonna go. I can't hold it anymore.
Me neither. We both exploded together. The next morning, I
called the boss and said I would have to stay
a little longer, but I catched the first flight out
at Bismarck. Thursday. He said, okay. I ring the motel office.
Declara answered, come down for breakfast. He was there in
a flash. He opened the door with his master key.
I was naked on the bed. He spent the next
two hours having sex. I climax five times in a row.
I have never ever done that before or since. I
don't go out on the road again until next month.
I'm not going to masturbate. I'll save at Futreclare. I'm
sure he will do the same. We made a pact
before I left the airport. It's been less than a
month since my last message. My job took me to
Little Rock, Kansas City, and Des Moines, and the boss
asked me to go back to the assigned six Central
States and to take Martha Rogers with me. I was
to train her to take my place. I was going
to take over six southeastern states customers a promotion. Here's
my follow up from the North Dakota. I'd landed in
Bismarck last Sunday afternoon with Martha and drove to a
little town not far to the east. In the same hotel,
my Indian friend had reserved a room for me. Martha
looked out and got one three doors down. My friend
and I had made a plan when he had met
before just to do like we had done the first time.
I was to come in early, just like before, and
pretend to hear a noise in the bathroom. Plus we
were both to have abstained from self sex until we
meet again. I only worked five and a half hours,
as planned with my friend. As we headed back to
the motel, Marcius said the trip and the training had
worn her out and she was going to take a nap,
then walk across the street and get a big mac.
And did I want to go? I told her no,
when I would see her in the morning, Just as
last time, I went to the motel bedroom and took
my clothes off. I dug out the same sweater and
jeans from my carry on last time and placed them
on the dresser. I asked myself if he was really there,
and would he and I be repeating everything just like
the last time. His name was part Indian and French Canadian.
His great grandmother had been French. I just call him
d' l. D'l made a small noise in the bathroom.
He was there, true to his word. I was thrilled.
I moved swiftly to the bathroom. There he was with
the glass cleaner and a soft cloth, just like last time,
except he was naked. He stared at me just before,
and we didn't speak. I moved towards him. Dale set
down the cleaner and opened his arms. His manhood was
stiff and quivering up and down, almost in time with
his heart beat. Precumb was shining from the large head.
I knew they had not cheated and had not masturbated
while we were apart. I fell into his arms. He
kissed me passionately. His man had throbbing against my mound.
He didn't say a word. He turned me towards the sink,
just as before, and bent my head and shoulders downwards.
This time he had folded up two fluffy towels for
me to rest my head and arms outen. He was
so thoughtful. He thrust his big organ carefully into me.
There was a slight pain at first. I'd had not
had sex or self sacks since I was here last.
He moved slowly at first, and then faster. After thirty
five strokes or so, he suddenly stopped. I remember that
he had said, hoarsely, keep going, don't stop. You can't stop.
I'm almost there, Please go. I was moving fast, up
and down on my tiptoes. I'm getting horny now writing
about it. He stopped anyway. I was so pent up.
I reached down and frantically rubbed my clit. I was
so close. I couldn't stand it. I had to get
off any way I could. I thought of nothing else.
The world around me was going black. He reached down
and grabbed my hand. With his other hand, he slapped
a small plastic bag filled with ice over my moundin clit.
My anxiety and excitement subsided, and I calmed down. I
said to him that day, Oh my god, why did
you stop? I was so close. I was totally calm
up and climaxing. He never said a word. He tossed
the ice bag into the sink, got behind me again.
He pushed us, now really rigid organ and slowly. I
told him not to stop this time. He had said
that afternoon that he wouldn't. He started thrusting again, slowly,
about after twenty. If I've thrust, he sped up. I
started moving too, although it was not as easy as
being against the sink top. I felt myself starting to peek.
He sensed it and stopped again. Go you gotta go,
I said to him. That afternoon, and you lied, keep going,
go please, I can't stand it. I was bouncing on
my tiptoes again, my mound against his fluffy towels on
the sink top. He had backed away from me a
little bit. I thrust two fingers inside me. I started
vibrating them quickly again. He grabbed my hand and put
the bag of ice back on my mound and clit.
I subsided. I said to him, you rat, Why are
you torching me? Dal never said a word. He picked
me up and carried me to the bed. He crawled
next to me and said, I'll stretch this clock rang
open and put it over the head, and you pull
my organ and foreskin up and out of the way
as you can far as you can really pull. Don't
let go until I have the ring on as far
as it'll go. Oh. I did just as he said.
I'd never heard of a cockring. Before he let go
of the stretched cockring, his organ turned into steel monster.
The head was like a large golf ball. I gave
him a few strokes that I moved my hand faster.
He told me to stop, and then he wasn't ready
to finish. He pulled me over next to him and
started stroking my clit and my now moist lips below
with his right hand. I told him that day if
he'd dared didn't stop. This time, he only smiled, kept
moving his hand slowly. He was only teasing me, and
I knew it. That made it even better. He was
a really considerate man, and I'm sure he was doing
this stop and go stuff to eventually make me explode,
probably more than once. Little did I know. I started writhing.
My hips moved faster. He stopped. I kept writhing. I
couldn't help it. Tears were in my eyes with fear,
fear that he wouldn't ever let me climbax. It was
an outlandish thought. Of course he would sometime. The cock
ring made his big organ curve upwards slightly. It was beautiful.
I reached for it and stroked the monster three or
four times. Instead, he pushed my hand away and rolled
over to my left side. He lifted my right leg
up in the air and thrust his cock ringed organ
into me carefully. He lay still, just as the week
before where I was here last, it was a different
this time. I had not finished for days, and neither
had he, and his cock organ was way way harder
than the last time. It felt fantastic inside me. The
cock ring did it. I started moving against his thighs.
He lay still. I moved faster, soon so did he.
This time, I knew we were going to climb the
top of the mountain in less than thirty strokes or more.
We both exploded. I lay still, totally exhausted, filled with
feelings of both ecstasy and satisfaction. Suddenly he started thrusting again.
I came almost as fast as the first time, and
he didn't stop. I felt myself climbing the top again.
I exploded once more, and now I was ready to rest.
I was getting weak. He kept on going. He had
still not finished. He told me later that the cock
ring made it so he was in better control, and
also the hard on would not go down readily. I
couldn't control anything. I came again the fourth time, and
he kept going. It took longer for the fifth. I
was breathing hard, I was moving as fast as I could,
and he started breathing hard and moving faster. I lat
out a moaning noise, and he did too. He slammed
into my buttock's hard several times. I exploded again. For
the sixth time, and he exploded for the first time
in such a blast of come that I could feel
it inside me when it erupted out of his clock.
At the time, I thought, surely there must be a
cupful of come inside me. The cock ring kept his
organ hard. It was throbbing and still moving inside me,
and he slowly stopped. We rested for a bit that afternoon.
We were both still finally our breathing and returned to
normal after a few minutes. That day, I felt a
strange itch inside me. Very hard to explain, but it
seemed like an itch. I couldn't help myself. I started
to move slowly once more. This time d'Al held back
as before, just to let me do all the work.
He finally started moving in time with me. I mentally
counted the strokes. I have no idea why I was
up to seventy five. I could hardly stand it. I
moved faster, he moaned, and moved faster too. Soon we
were humping and thumping along at top speed. I let
it a small noise and told him I was going
to go again, and he went faster. Somehow, I don't
know how he did it. He was like a refit gun.
I exploded once more. He wasn't there yet. He knew
he was getting close to his could come, and he
kept pumping. The idea that he was heading for a
home run once more made me so horny that I
started to climax again. He sensed it and thrust harder.
We both exploded together, but not as wild. He kept
moving slowly until my quivering subsided. Finally he stopped and
pulled out. His organ was still rock hard. The cock
ring did it again. I didn't tell him I almost
came for the seven time as he was wiggling his
organ back and forth as he slowly pulled out. When
I had met him that first time, it was only
then that I knew I was a multi orgasm woman.
I had no idea when I masturbated at college, and
I just finished just once, and the very very rarely twice.
We cleaned up and went out to eat at the
only cafe in that part of town. It was a
truck stop. All the drivers looked at me as we
walked in. I wondered if they could tell what we
had been doing. I knew my face was flat. They'll
think it's the north to go to cold air, I
rationalized to myself. I flew out from Miss Mark the
next morning, close to noon. We had said to each other,
we'll have to do it again. I wasn't sure i'd
ever get back. I told him that I was giving
a new geographical location to the southeast, a promotion with
a bonus. I told him Martha would be taking my place,
and that I would be going to the Carolinas, Alabama, Georgia, Florida,
et cetera, and that she was going to be here
one more day. The data center manager wanted to run
her through the medical record automated process one more time
tomorrow when she got to work back in Dallas. I
saw her this last Monday morning. She told me that
she had met the nicest Indian guy in the motel.
He had been cleaning the bathroom mirror when she came
in back early. They had talked for an hour, and
he left to get a bottle of wine. She said
they had a great time. She didn't elaborate, but she
blushed while talking to me. Who knows, maybe there will
be a lee left over Cherokee whose ancestors missed the
trail of tears. When I go to Alabama at this
end of the month. I love those big Indian men
fran Scene. Hello, Francine, how are you being shock tall?
Though you can't tell, I'm the widest Choctaw Indian there
is out there. I do think my grandmother on my
dad's side wasn't part of the role, so we're not sure.
I mean, there's rumors. I don't know for sure on
hundred percent, so what I do know? And I am
a card carrying Indian Native American I guess you would
say are Indian that I am? I know at least
I'm part Choctaw, so hello, But I've never been with
a Native American man that I know of. I've been
with Germans too, as a matter of fact, and they
do have big cocks and a brit and yes, big cock,
so not that I'm measuring, and I'm not a size queen.
I still go with a cox of cocks cock as
long as you know how to use it, or you know,
add more details with it, like flourish a bit. You know,
if you don't have it, find a way to make
it happen other ways that you know that makes us
still want to come back for more. I love this story.
I could absolutely see me doing this, especially as it
fits all my rules. It's far away from home, blah
blah blah. You know, I don't know how I would
have felt that she came back and said that, you
know I, but they weren't in a relationship or anything.
I think I'll be honest and say I would have
felt like a pang, well just a little pang of guilt,
or not guilt, but you know, like, hey, you couldn't
even wait like twenty fuck hours, and then my brain
would have been overprocessing did he really really wait until
I got back? Or was he fucking everybody in the motel?
You know, see logic lend kicks in for me, and
that just my squirrely brain. If you were on a
work trip, would you you know some sassy little maid
or sassy sexy man was cleaning your hotel room because
you happened to come in so late. Would you if
they caught you naked? I'm gonna go with it. Yeah,
I mean, far away from home, it's easier to be
let's forget what happens there. When you're away from home,
it's it's easy to be a little freer, to not
be our buttoned up self or a new person. It's
it's very easy to become that. So it's a yes
for me if it happened. Not saying you know, I've
I've been so many places that I've never been with
hotel staff that I can remember, or if I was,
they never told me, Just saying what about you, guys
really want to know? Tier Nikki. My boyfriend works at
this big mall in Boston. One day, I was waiting
for him outside the store he works at. Finally he
came out and we were deciding what we could get
for lunch. I knew my boyfriend was feeling horny because
he kept asking if we could have sex after his work.
We were walking to the restaurant, but my boyfriend pulled
me close to him and started kissing me in the
middle of the mall. I love when he kisses me,
so we started to make out. Surprisingly, I was getting
horny too. I kissed his neck, and he knew that
I kissed his neck when I'm feeling horny. He took
my hand and started to pull me the other direction.
Took me to the men's bathroom. The bathrooms are in
the mall, really big. It has sofas in the bathroom.
He locks the bathroom and ran to me. He started
to kiss me like crazy. He licked my neck and
my ears. I was already moaning. He pushed me to
the wall and unzipped my shorts started fingering me like
I was crazy. I was so wet. It took my
pants and underwear off. I started to rub my vagina
to his cock. It was so hard. He put one
of my legs up and started to hunt me. We
both started to moan. I took off his boxers and
his huge black cock, as hard as a rock, went
down on my knees and started to suck it. Deep
throated it actually, and I came all over my mouth.
It tasted so good. I licked it, and he lifted
me up and threw me onto the sofa. He opened
my legs and started to finger me again. I started
moaning really loud. He knew I liked it. It. Put
his tongue up against my hole and started licking everywhere
inside me. I yelled and he licked and all my
juices pushed his head closer. Finally jumped on him and
hit his cock inside me, and it felt so good.
He started out slow and went really fast I yelled
and started masturbating. He pushed me to the ground and
fucked me from the back. He started moaning really loud,
and he said he was going to come. I told
him to keep fucking me. He fucked faster and faster
and came inside me. I screamed. He licked my cunt
again and pushed me to the wall. He started to
fuck me again, and we didn't come out for three hours. Emily,
that's quite a lunch break. Emily. You had me concerned
when you said bathroom and then went from there. I
was like, oh, hel no, that. No, maybe the shower
in someone's bathroom, but not like the bathroom or like
in the last story where she held onto the sink that,
but certainly not a public bathroom. Absolutely not, hail No,
I know, and I was about to say, not even
the couch. But here's my thing with that. If we're
gonna fuck in hotels blank blank blank blank blank, we
all know how much bodily fluid is in those hotels,
even if they do clean, because I'm sure they all
are given a thorough cleaning. But yeah, no, I'm gonna
put this out there. You probably guys were not the
first people to do something sexually on that couch, just saying,
so this is an absolute no for me. Maybe a
dressing room, but not the public bathroom, just saying, what
about you, guys. Dear Niki, My favorite and most erotic
sex story begins on a Saturday night. I'm with the
sexiest man that I've ever encountered. He picked me up
and when I got to his car, he gave me
the kiss, this unbelievable kiss that you can give goosebumps
on your head to toe, which at this point he
had slowly put his hands up my shirt and under
my bra and started touching, rubbing, and gently pulling on
my nipples. Oh my god, that felt so good that
I started quivering. So when I reached over and started
stroking his cock, and then I proceeded to wrap my
lips around his cock and started to slide my mouth
up and down on his cock. By this point, we
were both so hot and bothered. He says to me,
I'm going to take you to my house and fulfill
all of your fantasies. I guess at this point I
should start off by letting you know what my fantasy is,
which is basically a man that completely takes over my
body and tells me what he wants me to do.
So he gets to his house and we get inside
and he starts to pull off my clothes one by
one until I'm completely naked, and he starts kissing down
my neck down to my bare nipples, where he starts sucking, licking,
and nibbling on my hard nipples. And wow, does it
feel so amazing. By this time, I'm tingling from head
to toe and my pussy is so wet as he
works his way down, running his tongue all the way
down my body till he reaches my pussy, which he
then spreads my legs apart and starts licking my unbelievably
wet and juicy pussy up and down. Meanwhile I'm moaning wildly.
Then he starts sucking my clit harder and harder until
I can't take it anymore, till I can come to
my climax and screaming in pure pleasure, I'll come all
over his face and he continues to suckle my pussy juices.
Oh well, absolutely amazing. And that's only the first half
of the night. Mary, Hello, Mary, Now, if you're a
first time right in person, person that submits sounds like
you do. We don't end on cliffhangers here and Mary,
so you're gonna have to write in and tell us
about the second half of that nights, Oh, Mary, But
I do agree with you. There is nothing for me
like a man that absolutely takes control. There's something about
I have to decompress after this, and it's really nice
to be sexually taken care of. And no do I
not sexually take make sure he's happy and taken care
of and fully drained. Absolutely, but sexually I am just in.
I can be very I can can take control. I can,
but it's it's really nice when you especially since I
guess this is where you know, there's some doms that
become really dommy, even though they have a heart core
job or somebody like that, like that, they like to
be in control in all aspects of their life sexually, No,
I don't. I like to be. I am a complete submissive. Yeah,
that's me, completely submissive. So there's really nothing like my lover,
you know, really taking control and getting things started, and
you know, even if it's just fucking my mouth for
him to have a little dribble or something like that,
just there's just nothing like it. If you had a choice,
would you rather be the pursuer, the one that sexually
gets things started? And I know there's times that you
like to be reciprocated and being told or shown that
they're sexually into as well. There's nothing like the opposite
person getting things started. Can't always be one sided, I
know I do. I'm like, okay, why do I have
to get things going? You know, not that I have to,
but in the past it has come up in my
head from time to time of why why why? Why? Why?
And you know, so most of the time, would you
rather be the person that is sexually in charge or
hand the writings over? You know where I stand? What
about you? I really like to know? I think, well,
you guys know, perfect place to end for the day.
I want to thank you again for joining me next week.
I you know this is gonna sound silly. I didn't
really really realize it was September. My birthday is next week,
so I am thinking about Usually I've never understood when
somebody says I'm taking the month of September is my birthday?
Is my birthday month. I'm actually gonna try to embrace it,
even though I'm not doing the whole frickin' month because
you know, life and I'm just getting into the rhythm
of really being home. So I think what you guys
will probably have isn't isn't let me start again. You
guys will have an episode. It'll be an old Patreon
like I normally do if I take some time, so
you're you guys will have an episode from last year
on Wednesday. Subscribers, you will still get new episodes on
Friday my Patreon and Apple of course, and you still
get erotic stories, so keep that in mind. So for
the next two weeks, I'm gonna do a little me
time and finish off the month. I think it's only
two weeks left. God really, somebody said there's like fifteen
something Saturdays or whatever days it is till Christmas. I
was like, shush, shush, that's naughty words, so so naughty words.
Oh gosh, yeah, I'm ready to be nanny on my birthday?
Who wants to celebrate with me? And in closing, Hello, lover,
you know what I found sexy and hot? When you
have me ry I do, and I can watch us
through the mirror, watch me riding your cock. I could
see your hands around my hips? Mmm? Can we do
it again? I really want to what do you think?
I really want to know? And until next time, ladies
and gentlemen, have a fucking fabulous week.