Speaker 1: Welcome back, you filthy animals, to another raw and unfilter
episode of Nikki after Dark, where the confessions get darker,
the moans get louder, and nobody's judging. Before we dive in,
let's have a filthy teaser or two to let you
know what's happening. This episode, a man catches his best friend, smoking, hot,
redheaded mom sunbathing naked and ends up painting her face.
A straight acting guy goes to the adult theater for
a quick solo dight and leaves with three loads in
his ass, and a respectable blonde minister gets fisted, pissed on,
and throw fucked in a ballgag, then she breaches. Stick
around because these confessions only get dirtier, and before we
get into all that, I'm going to ask you something real.
Here's tonight's question for you. If you could have have
completely anonymous, no strings attached sex with anyone in the world,
but the catches they would never ever know it was you.
Who would you choose and why? And while you're pondering
that one over, drop your answers in our comments socials,
or you can also reach me at Nikki in Ikka
Why at Dear Nikki dot com anonymously through the website
at dear Nikki dot com under the confession stab, and
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through Saturday eight pm Central Standard time for live shows,
free of course, and stick around and visit with some
other sexplortifs like yourself. Do we have any idea? I
would be Liam Neeson because that's the one that popped
in my head right now, ask me tomorrow, it might change.
All right, It's time for our dirty sanding reddle listen close.
Are you ready? What begins with a P responds to
stimulation by getting bigger and generally is the biggest at
night in the dark. Keep that in your filthy little minds.
As always, I'll give you the answer at the very
end of our show. 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,
I've lost count of how many people I fucked. Seriously,
the faces, the names, the bodies, they all start to
blur together after a while. Men, women doesn't matter. I
don't care about labels or romance or any of that.
I just love the chase, that electric moment when you
know it's going to happen, the tension building, the clothes
coming off, then finally that sweet, mind melting rush of chase,
the nut. Nothing else compares. I live for that high,
finding someone new, feeling them given, and riding that wave
until I explode. Sometimes I wonder if I should slow down,
but why would I the next one? It's always just
around the corner, and the thrill never gets old. Confessional yours,
horny shadow. I like that. That's raw and sweet, not
really sweet, but unapologetic. It kind of reminds me. There's
this song and it's I hear Lissa, I want to
get you. I want to just take you out so
I can have my wicked, wicked way. It's wicked Way,
and I think it's by David Taylor's a David Taylor
and Sary Carmen's son that dude. But it basically it's
that it's all he does. He wants to just fuck you,
That's all it is. He doesn't want to. He tells
the whole song about how he just wants to absolutely
just fuck you. And I love that song. It's kind
of catchy, not very heavy metal or anything else that's
very I don't know modern, I guess should say I
don't know the song categories. There's nine million of them now,
but that also kind of explains this as well. And
for my author, what's the wildest I don't even remember
their name hookup you've had? Do you ever worry that
chasing the next nut well eventually leaving you feeling empty?
Or is the high still worth it every time? And listeners,
have you ever been with someone who treats sex like
a pure sport the way the Confessor does? And if so,
how did it feel? Dear Nikki, I'm all way from
home and my wife and I have been on an
absolute tear. In the past three days alone, I've fucked
four different women and I'm already lining up two more
for the next four days. So far, it's been a
forty one year old second time with her, a twenty
five year old, a twenty one year old second time
with her, and a smoking hot twenty two year old.
God damn that twenty two year old. She had the firmest,
most perfect decup TETs I've felt in years, so perky tight.
They barely moved when I was pounding her. I couldn't
keep my hands or mouth off of them. I know
I should feel guilty about cheating on my wife, but honestly,
I'm just chasing that rush. Different bodies, different moans, different
ways they come. It's addictive. The younger ones are so
eager and fresh, and the older ones know exactly what
she wants. I'm already thinking about the next two and
what they'll feel like. No regrets so far, just pure
hunger signed the wandering cock. Kind of like that a
wandering cock. Hmm. Don't all of you guys have a
wandering co or is it just the eye that's right
there at the tip? Oh goodness? Four and three days
and two more land. I've got to say that's impressive stamina,
you know. I'm just saying. The detail about the twenty
two year olds firm d cups definitely paints a picture.
I'm wondering if they're fake. Nothing wrong with that, just wondering.
And the question for you guys, if you were the
spouse left at home, how would you feel knowing your
partner was racking up multiple oak cups like this way?
And would you rather know or stay in the dark.
If I knew, I'd be racking up my own body count, probably,
but not with multiple men. I'd find one then just
have multiple, multiple lays with them. But that's me. What
about you, guys, Dear Nikki. Every Saturday night, my wife
Carla and I go to bingo here in north of Georgia.
A while back, we befriended Maria, a single, sixty three
year old divorced woman. One hot summer weekend, she came
over to the house. We had an outdoor pool, and
with the timberature at ninety five degrees, we figured we'd
have some drinks and cool off. My wife is five six,
slim with black hair and brown eyes. Maria is about
five five with a nice bubble ass and auburn hair.
While I ran out to the grocery and the hardware store,
the girls decided to take their tops off. When I
came back, both of them were topless by the pool.
I walked out and apologized for intruding. Maria gave me
a wink, and my wife, totally out of character after
forty one years of marriage, said they were thinking about
skinny tipping. I said, what the hell and joined in
off came the bottoms. Maria had neatly trimmed bush. My
wife had more natural, thick black pussy hair. And I
jumped and naked two with a few drinks in them,
the girls started getting frisky. I never am imagine my
wife would be into another woman, but there she was,
both hands grabbing Maria's fur ass. My dick got rock
card watching them. I suggested we'd take it inside in
the bedroom. Maria dove straight between my wife's legs, licking
and fingering her. Carla's soft moans grew louder and louder.
I stood behind Maria, watching her own pussy lips get
wet and swollen while she ate my wife out. Then
my wife looked at me, pointed at my hard cock,
then at Maria, and nodded. She actually wanted me to
fuck Maria from behind while she got eaten out. I
didn't hesitate. I slid my stiff dick into Maria's soaking
wet hull and pumped maybe ten times before I exploded,
shooting a huge load all over her bubbly ass. My
wife immediately scooted down licked every drop of my calm
off Maria's pussy, than French kister for a solid five minutes.
We kept going for another three hours. I came three times.
The ladies lost count of their orgasms. It was the
wildest day of our marriage and we still hook up
with Maria every two to three months. We all loved it.
Signed Lucky Bingo husband. Okay, so how many of you
guys are gonna start going to bingo now? Ah? I
was wondering that. I was like, okay, if I had
to start going to bingo. I mean, I never thought
bingo was so exciting. Hang after rethink this, now I
know a pool or a hot tub. Yeah, and definitely
kind of escalated fast though, from medcent pool drinks to
full on threesome with your wife. Nothing wrong with that,
just wow. Good for you guys. The fact that it's
still going on. I like that too. What I also
love about this is the ages. I love the fact
that they're older. I love the fact that they're still
fucking and it just shows that it's okay to have
desires even at any age. Right and questions for our
Lucky Bingo husband, what surprised you the most that your
wife wanted to watch you fuck Maria or that she
dove in and licked the com off her pussy. Has
anything changed in your marriage since Maria joined the fun
every couple of months? And to my listeners, have you
ever turned a casual friendship into a regular threesome like
this or would you be open at this stage of life?
You can always email me to Nikki at Nikky at
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SAD Sorry eight pm Central Standard Time. Dear Nikki, I
still remember my first adult experience like it was yesterday.
I was living in Tennessee, young, limber, and horny as hell.
It was a Friday evening in the late eighties. I
had a plan to stay home, pull out my toys,
watch some porn jack off for hours. I especially loved
sucking my own dick and coming in my own ass,
then working my dildos deep inside me. While I was
still full of my load, I went to the local
video store. The adult section was hidden in the back room.
I was alone, rousing every kinky, hardcore all male videos.
I'm straight, acting, masculine guy. No one would ever suspect
I cracked cock, but I did. It had been years
since I had been with a man, and I was
aching for it. A nice looking guy in the suit
and tie walked in. He was a bit older, maybe thirties.
He chatted casually and I pretended to look straight at movies,
but he knew exactly what I was. After I left
with several gay videos, my dick already getting hard, my
asshole twitching for toys. As I pulled out of the
parking lot, he flashed his lights behind me, and there
nice car. I turned onto my street. He kept following,
flashing until I pulled over. It was the same guy.
He was friendly. He told me he noticed the gay
movies and asked if I was by or gay. I
admitted I was curious. I hadn't been with a man
in years. He said he was married but very bisexual,
and asked if he could come watch the movies with me.
I was so horny I said yes. He followed me home.
I am so glad he did. He had a thick
cut eight inch cock and we went at it for
hours in every room of the house. When I told
him it was better than my toys, he wanted to
see them. He edged me for over an hour, sucking
my dick while working dildos in anatomy. When he got
to my big, thick, ten inch rubber cock, he pushed
the whole thing up my ass while we sixty nine
h had his dick down my throat, gagging myself, trying
to take every inch. When I came, he had that
mass of dildo buried deep and shot a huge load
in my mouth. We kept sucking and licking each other's
cocks and balls for a very long time. I told
him I had no limits that night, he could do
whatever he wanted. He loved that. At one point he
called his wife while he was fucking me and made
me talk to her on the phone as he pounded
my ass and came inside me. She got off on that.
He fucked me with my toys too, even using a long,
thin dildo and his cock in my ass. At the
same time, we took polaroid pictures sucking fucking, and one
of my favorites, paced down with my dick sticking straight
out between my legs, a delta up my ass and
has come all over my nuts, tripping down over my cock.
Over the next two months he came by from more
kinky nights. Then one December evening, he showed up with
another guy in a suit. At first I was disappointed,
but after some beers, they offered me two cocks. His
friend was longer but very thick. They stayed until noon.
The next day, I turned into a total slut, riding
one while the others slid into my ass at the
same time, double stuffing me until they both came deep inside.
I told him my fantasy was to be used by
two men or a whole group until I couldn't walk.
The next day, I just laid around on a towel,
letting them come leap out of my ass. It was
by far theo whilst best man, I mean sex I've
ever had. He talked about setting up a real gang
bang for me, even mentioned bringing a black bisexual friend
who fucked his life, but it never happened. I spent
too much watching gang gang bang videos getting ready, but
he never showed up again. Still one of my honest memories.
Yours a tendency toy slut. Okay, I have a question,
since it's all men in the chat, and I think
you're about to know what I'm about to ask. I'm
gonna make sure I've read this right though that he
did I read that right? Hang on? Uh? Maybe I didn't?
Thank you? Yes, yes, it was Friday Toys porn jacked
all for hours, a special of sucking my own dick
and coming in my Okay, gentlemen, are we? I mean? Seriously? Hello,
George of the Jungle, I forgot to say hello to you.
I'm sorry. Aha, has anybody fucked there? Asked we wanna?
Or am? I gonna have to ask Darcy this tonight
when he calls me Hellana George, I'm not bored that gifted.
I love desta saying he's kind of gifted, just saying
I was just curious. I had made a mental note.
Did I read that right? Did I really read? This?
Is like the whole gun oil thing with me? So yeah, okay.
Questions for you guys. Have you ever gone from planning
a solo, quiet solo night and suddenly becoming a complete
slut for one or two, doesn't matter the gender here,
just asking? And what's the wildest I've had, no limits
not you've had with another person? Dear Niki, last Saturday
night in the back of a church, watching our five
to ten, well built, forty six year old blonde minister
deliver her sermon on self respect, unity and marriage. And
in sin her name is Lauren. No one in the
congregation would ever guess what she lets me do to her.
Right now, She's on her hands and knees in my
living room, ballgag stretching her mouth, black leather collar or
tight around her neck, sprout her bar, forcing her knees
wide apart. I'm behind her chrombed chain in one hand,
driving my thick cock as deep as I can into
her asshole. Well, my cock slips out. I walk round front,
I ink the gag out and shove my dirty dick
straight down her throat until it smashes into her tonsils.
She gags and chokes while I fuck her face, spit
running everywhere. I let her breathe for a second, then
turn around, squat over her face, and she eagerly spreads
my cheeks and shoves her seat tongue deep in my asshole,
swirling and around like she's a hungry slut she is.
When I've had enough, I stand up, look her up
and down hair racked. I went her running down, red
spit covered her face, tears in her eyes. I shove
the ballgag back in, wipe my slimy cock across her,
and then aim her face and piss all over it.
She doesn't find it. She looks up at me with
total submission while my hot steam blast across her face.
Then I go back behind her, grab the lube and
start working her asshole three fingers than four, roughly stretching
her open while she cries and whimpers around the gag.
More lube, and I push my whole hand in fist,
fucking her deep, pulling my hand out and slamming back
in with ease. Once her hole is gaping and sloppy.
While I'm fisting her, I shove my cock into a
dripping pussy and fuck both holes at once, yanking her
blonde hair to keep her from collapsing. After I feel
her cunked with cumb I pull out and watch her
drop to the floor, quivering, shaking, babbling nonsense like she's
speaking in tongues. I piss on her one more time
for good measure, and when I'm done, I remove all restraints,
pick her up and carry her to the bathroom with me.
The crazy part. This is the same woman who preaches
every Sunday. Last week she gave her entire sermon with
a big lime green dildo dragon butt plug buried in
her ass, holding in the load of com I've blasted
into her the night before. She almost didn't make it
to the church on time because I kept playing with
the plug. She spends the nights tied to my bed,
letting me do whatever the hell I want. Then she
stands up there talking about sin and marriage like nothing happened.
As we were leaving church today, she stopped me at
the door with a flirty smile and whispered, I'll be
by later and I'm bringing Alice with me. I just
grinned and told her to be ready. Signed the Church
Girl's secret Owner. All right, captain, I saw you pop in.
I'm gonna ask you a question that I asked all ago.
You barely missed it. Can you fuck your own ass?
Din saw me in here? I gotta know, because like
this was the last story think on that this is
a no for me, But everybody else's here's like their
miles Maybury. But this is a very much I'm in
the whole next continent away from this. I don't mind
the I do find it's hot everything else, like the
dildo upper asse at church and stuff like that, that's
kind of hot. But like, I'm not into water sports
or anything like that, And I can't imagine what a
fist up my ass while you're fucking me feels like,
especially since my vaginal area is like extremely tight, like virgentite.
It's always that way. So this is a no for
me and for everybody that's listening. Would you be shocked
or secretly turned on if your own pastor or minister
had this secret kind of kinky life on the side,
I'd actually be thrilled. It's like, oh my god, you
are human. Have you ever mixed extreme BDSM with someone
who has a public pure image? Now it's not with
Toys' next I'll do tomorrow, li isten't it? Yeah? It
does sound like a lot to take on, very very
a lot to take on. Like I said, water sports
are not my thing, but I understand how it can
turn someone on, but it's it's not my thing. So,
dear Niki, I was flying back from a wild bachelor
party of one of my fraternity brothers. The trip out
of New Work was delayed, and I knew I was
going to miss my connecting flight in Charlotte. I called
my roommate to tell him I'd be stuck sleeping in
the airport because I couldn't find a hotel. One of
the flight attendants must have overheard me. The flight landed,
my connection to Florida was long gone, and I was
wandering the terminal looking for summer to crash when Casey,
the cute blonde flight attendant, walked up and offered to
let me stay at our place. She shared an apartment
with three other flight attendants, two guys one girl, but
one roommate was on the road, so there was space.
Casey was slim, with blonde hair, blue eyes, and absolutely
kill her ass. Not much up top, but that booty
more than made up for it. She assured me that
two male roommates were gay and they kept the place spotless.
I figured anything was better than at airport chairs, so
I said yes. We got to our apartment and she
showered first, then came out in just a towel and
handed me one. When I got out of the shower,
she bent over blow drying her hair, wearing only in
animal print so long and bral that ass looked even
better up close. She said she could make up the
couch for me, and I thought my luck had run out.
Her roommates ended up staying out late after their flights
got canceled, so Casey suggested I sleep in her bed
with her. I had a quick drink, I met the
guys and they headed to her room. She took her
braw off and under her top and climbed into bed.
I stripped down to my athletic shorts after a minute.
She was a good girl, but was really horny and
asked if we could just mess around no sacks. Her
hand went straight into my shorts I wasn't wearing boxers
and started stroking me. I pulled up her top and
discovered the puffiest, most sensitive nipples I'd ever seen. She
told me she could actually come just from nibble play.
I went to working, licking and gently binding them while
she jerked me off. Sure enough, she came hard just
from my mouth on her tits. Then she pulled off
my shorts and gave me the best blow job of
my life, deep throating my six and a half inches
while licking my balls at the same time. I warned
her I was about to come, but she just sped
up and swallowed every drop. I thought we were done
until she kept sucking until I was rock hard again.
I returned the favor, eating her shaved pussy through her
leopard print thong first and then pulling it aside. Within
five minutes of focusing on her clip and hitting her
g spot with my finger, she exploded, flooding the sheets
with a huge guss of her truces. She was so
sensitive she had to push me away. She wasn't finished, though.
She grabbed a condom, rolled it on me, then got
on all fours and begged me to fuck her from behind.
That view of her perfect ass was incredible. She was
still dripping wet from her super tight She told me
to fuck her heart, and so I did, pounding in
to her until she suddenly reached back, ripped the condom off,
and told me she hated the feeling she was on
the bill and wanted me bare. I slipped back in
raw and it felt even better. She reached under and
teased my balls with her long finger nails, and that
sent me over the edge. I pulled out an unloaded
rope after a rope of calm oliver her back, ass
and even up into her hair. I had no idea
how much that left. After the blow job, she had
me clean her up with the towel, paying extra attention
to the asshole and pussy. The sheets are soaked, so
we stripped the bed and slept on a bare mattress.
The next morning we were running late for our flights.
Casey laughed and said she still had dry cumb in
her hair, but didn't have time to wash it. She
just smell me all day to la. We kept in
touch after that. She even worked a couple flights to
Floridas so we could keep the fun going. But those
stories will have to wait for another confession signed you're
mile high lay over. Look, there's sometimes I think people
say and that's for another day, and it really pisses
me off. And I think people do purpose now just
saying thinkers don't pin like that. That's okay, re minds
of me anywhere. I being a bit of a guy,
Caribbean swinging stick. We're just gonna just going for a walk.
Oh you know, I've never had that luck. I think
the best luck I've ever had on a flight was
I got stuck in a really crappy seat and I
had broke foot, and the steward felt sorry for me,
and he's like, of course, it was over to the
UK here, let me get you stuff to make gen
and tonics. And I ended up with probably a small
bar size of all this gen and stuff to make
gen and tonics. And so yeah, I think they get
by the whole flight. I think he gave me like
like fifteen little bottles. I'm not that much of a drinker,
but that's the most luck I've ever had on a flight.
And I liked how they went from just messing around
and then all of a sudden they're raw dogging at me.
He's painting her back and hair with all that coum
I wonder if anybody else could smell the coum m
or did she cover up later, like with perfume or
something interesting. For those who are listening, have you ever
hooked up with a flight attendant or ever been the
one offering as stranded passenger a place to stay and
it had it turned into an all night sex marathon
like this, You know what you can do. I read
every single one of them. Just send them to Nikki
and Ikky at dear Nikki dot com anonymously through our
website at dear nikki dot com under the confession stab.
You can also join us over on Discord, where you
could be listening to this live and join in with
a conversation with my sexy visitors. Tonight, dear Nikki, I
went to an ever adult video theater looking for some action,
and I got way more than I expected. I walked
in and saw several guys all already jacking off their seats.
One of them noticed me watching and asked if I
wanted my dick sucked. I said sure, pulled down my pants,
and he went right to work on my six inch cock.
I was standing there enjoying the blow job. Another guy
came up behind me and suddenly shoved his thick eight
inch dick straight into my asshole. The feeling sent me
straight into pure ecstasy. He started slow sliding in and out,
then picked up speed until he was pounding hard and fast.
He came deep inside me, pulled out, and disappeared. I
stayed there watching the movie on the screen. When another
cock came through the glory hole. I was thrilled. Then
my dream got even better. A second guy stepped up
next to me with even bigger nine inch dick. He
was nice and thick. He asked if I was clean
and safe. I told him I get tested all the time,
and I'm always clean. I guess I'm by because I
absolutely sucking cock, swallowing come, and especially getting my ass fucked.
He asked me to suck him, but I suggested we
go to the theater for a better angle so he
could fuck my ass properly, and he agreed. We moved
to where a she mal movie was playing on the screen.
This gorgeous she maale clerk and a Mitney skirt hald
her top was working behind the desk. A guy came
in for paperwork, saw she wasn't wearing any panties and
was playing with herself, and begged for her huge cock.
She bent him over the desk and fucked him hard
until she came in his ass. That's always been my
biggest fantasy, getting plowed and filled by a big dick.
She mil right. Then, a beautiful woman dressed up in
a miniskirt walked into the theater. I went straight up
to her asked if I could suck her cock. She
smiled and said, shure, it was nice. Long and thick.
She told me she came there to do some fucking,
and when I said I wanted my ass plowed some more,
she was all for it. She bent me over and
showed me that huge dick deep in my asshole, pumping
me good and hard from behind. She got every inch
inside me and fucked me for about another thirty minutes straight.
When she came, she said she meant to pull out,
but it felt too good. She left a massive load
of comb in my ass. I loved every second of it.
This is a true story, Signed the Everett Theater, coumslat Okay.
This kind of reminded me of a funny story I
was told when I was working on the lines. So
the skuy was older, he said he did this much younger.
Him and a group of friends snuck into an adult
theater and they had the little water guns and they
were filled like with think you said, like dawn or whatever,
like whatever. Well, they waited for like the come scene,
and then they arched these little water guns over and
they squirted in see the theater patrons down below, like
they were coming and it was falling on them. And
then they ran out the door. So that's all I
could think about, was Rene hats. I have never been
to an adult theater. I've been curious, you know about it?
We have one not too far from me. I've, like
I said, I've never been. Maybe I could go and
just read stories. Maybe that's the idea, right, Listeners? Have
you ever had a night at an adult theater or
a glorial spot that turned into a multiple strangers using
you like this? What's the wildest I lost count anonymous hookup?
You've ever had a place like excuse me in a
place like this, or just anything at all? Darnicky? The
family next door felt like my second family in our
small western town. They had only swimming pool around, so
my best friend and I were over there all the time.
His older brother was barely home, his sister was always
with her boyfriend, and their adopted younger sisters stayed pretty quiet.
Their dad traveled a lot for work, but their mom,
damn she was stunning, tall, slender with fiery red hair
and piercing green eyes. I never knocked when I came over.
I just walked in, raided the fridge, crashed on the couch. Whatever.
This particular summer Friday, I woke up around nine and
headed over to swim. The house was dead quiet, no
one in the family room or a kitchen. I went
up to my friend's room empty, peeked out his window
to check the pool, and there she was completely naked,
lying on her stomach on the lounge chair, sun bathing.
She thought she had to place to herself. Being horny,
I instantly got rock hard. I pulled my dick out
and started stroking while watching her. When she shifted a little,
I tried to quietly open the other blinds for a
better view, but she heard me. She shot up, grabbed
a towel and yelled, what the fuck are you doing
up there? I yieled back, I was looking for my friend.
She told me to come down. By the time I
got outside, she was barely covered by that tiny towel.
She asked what I saw. I stummered that it wasn't
much just for a second. She blushed, glanced straight at
my cock and asked if I liked what I saw.
I minted it looked good, and she smiled, shifted her stance,
and I caught a quick flash of her beautiful red
pubic hair. She told me the kids had gone to
them all and wouldn't be back for about an hour,
then said I could go ahead and swim if I wanted.
I jumped in the pool. A few minutes later, she
came back out in her swimsuit and joined me, saying
it was no fun swimming alone. We saw him together
plenty of times before, but never just the two of us.
After a bit, she swam over, grabbed my arm and
me close so her breasts were rubbing against me. She
asked me again what I saw from the window. I
ad minute I saw her ass a little longer than
I said. She laughed and said it wasn't fair I
got to see hers, but she hadn't seen mind. She
kept teasing until she suddenly reached down ate my swim
trucks off. I swam right out of them. She laughed,
scrambled out of the pool and waved my trunks around,
daring me to come get them. I was fully hard.
After some taunting, I climbed out turned around to show
her my ass. First, she gave a little woo hoo.
Then I turned around, letting her see my raging erection.
She breathed well, walked up, wrapped her hand around my cock,
slowly stroking it. Telling me I was going to make
some girl very happy some day. I reached down and
grabbed her crotch. Her eyes closed, her head tilted back
for a second before she handed me my trunks to
keep back and said my friend would be home soon.
Sure enough, Right after I got dressed, the kid showed up.
The rest of the day was normal, swimming, hanging out,
going out with my friend that night to chase girls
and drink a few beers. We got back round midnight.
Everyone seemed asleep. My friend went straight to bread. I
stripped to my boxers and crashed on the couch. As
I lay there, replaying what happened with his mom, I
started getting hard again. Then I heard a noise in
the kitchen. I figured it was my friend grabbing a snack,
but when I went up, it was her. She was
wearing a sheer, black necklichee that barely held her perfect
breasts and matching sea through panties. Her nipples were raw hard.
She was pouring a glass of red wine. I apologized
and went back down stairs, embarrassed. A minute later, she
came down and sat across from me. She said we
needed to talk about earlier, that she was sorry didn't
know what came over her, and that it shouldn't have happened.
But the whole time she was dressed like that, My
cough was throbbing under a pillow i'd thrown over my lap.
Suddenly we heard a noise upstairs. She froze, listened, knelt
down in front of me between my legs, whispering. She
kept apologizing. Her hands rubbed my thighs. I told her
it was okay, I liked it. She smiled and asked
if I really liked looking at her, then reached under
the pillow and started massaging my cock through my boxers.
She pulled it out and asked if I'd ever had
a blow job. I minted one girl had given me
a little one. Once. She swirled a tongue round the head,
licked me from base to tip, then slowly took me
into her mouth. She did her top, placed my hand
on her breast, and sucked me deeper while I played
with her hard nipples. I started pushing her head down gently,
and she loved it, gagging but telling me to do
it parder. She even let me hold her head down
while she took me deep. Then she stood up, slid
off her panties and pulled her into the couch. I
buried my face into her trim red bush. The smell
was incredible. I fingered her first one, then two, then
three fingers while licking her clad and pussy until she
was soaking my face. She grabbed my head, threw her
legs over my shoulders, and came hard, shaking and squeezing
me with her thighs. She pushed me onto the floor,
climbed on top, and slid down onto my cock, riding me,
kissing me deeply, even licking her own juices off my face.
She bent over the couch and told me to do
her for mind. I almost went for her ass, but
she guided me into her pussy. I pounded her heart
until I was about to come. She spun around, dropped
her knees, and begged me to come into her mouth.
I exploded, shooting streams across her face, pressed and into
her open mouth while she struck me furiously. After swallowing
what she could and scooping the rest into her mouth,
she sucked me out again, then straddled me on the
couch and rowed me until I filled her pussy with
my second load. She kissed me good night and went
to bed. In the morning, she was back in her
conservative nightgown and robe, acting completely normal. When I walked
into the kitchen, she gave me the biggest smile and
asked if I slept okay. I sat myself great. She
told me she was happy my friend and I were close,
and then I was welcome at their house any time.
They even took me on vacation with them later that summer.
But that is another story. Signed best friends hot mom,
fuck her? Oh my. You know it's not surprising that
I hear this. This was hot. No matter how it happened,
this was hot. I as many many calls I've taken
over the years. Yeah, I've this fantasy has been redone
and redone and redone. You know. I I thought she
was too gonna leave them in the pool, just with
the biggest blue balls he's ever had, you know, But
I'm I figure, you know, I'm glad it worked out,
you know, because I thought, well, at least he has
something to like. I kind of like when if something
was going to happen, they don't give them blue balls,
but they also leave them to a point where later
on in life, when they're in this bank, bank. The
story can go and their head can go multiple ways.
You know, what if you did what if she did that?
What if I did this? And you could have as many, many,
many fantasies as you want about the situation in your head.
So that's why I enjoy open ended ones. But I
like better when I'm hoping. But he writes back and
tells us what happened on the family trip. That'd be
pretty hot. Catching her naked by the pool, sneaking down
that sheer negligee, turning the living room into a full
on sec session while the whole family slept upstairs. This
was hot, And I have to ask our author what
was the most intense moment from you? Here? Are gagging
on your cock while you held her head down, eating
her out for the first time and making her come guard,
or bending over the couch and pounding her from behind?
And again, we really want you to walk right in
again and tell us what happened with her after that
night and on the vacation. Did you too keep sneaking around?
Very curious here exactly right back, please to my listeners here,
have you ever hooked up with your best friend's mom
or dad? Did you keep it a secret. Did the
guilt ever hit you or did the thrill make it
even hotter? I never hooked up with any of my
girlfriend's dads, but there was a boyfriend's dad that I
didn't hook up with. But yeah, I always saw him
in his Air Force gear. He was a pilot. Yeah.
Who yeah, I'm blushing. Yeah, I'll never forget the summer
that I was over this house. They had a family
thing going and their pool was like their front yard
was huge, So the pool was in the front yard
and everybody left the pool and it was just me
and his son and there, and we end up sucking
around a lot. But yeah, I'll never forget. Family made
him break up for me for some reason. Wonder why,
dear NIGGI. It was four am when I pulled into
the driveway after another long night at work. The seconds
I stepped out of my truck, everything changed. I never
saw him coming. A strong arm wrapped around my waist
while a hand clamped over a soaked rag over my mouth.
The chemical smell hit me like a hammer. I tried
to fight it, but my arms felt like they were
moving through thick water. Slow, weak, useless. He lifted me
off the ground like I weighed nothing. It was the
last moment of my old life. When I woke up,
I was blindfolded, gagged, and locked inside some kind of
tight box. I couldn't move my arms or legs. I
was completely naked. The panic was overwhelming. Every time the
box opened, I felt his hands on my body, light
touches across my breasts, nipples, stomach, and thighs, just enough
to drive me insane with the knee before the box
closed again, leaving me aching or dripping. I don't know
how long The teasing went on, hours, days. Each time
he opened the box, it took less and less to
make me desperate. My body was betraying me completely. He
finally went straight from my pussy, peeling my lips apart
and flicking his tongue across my clit. I came so
hard my whole body shook and spasm against the restraints.
The box closed again, leaving me trembling in the dark.
Eventually he lifted me out, removed the bindings, and put
me on the floor. I still couldn't see or hear anything.
He placed a tight, thick leather hood over my head
that blocked out every sound and smell. Only a small
hole for my breath remained total sensory deprivation. He led
me around the house on a leash, using a crop
on my legs. When I didn't walk properly, I had
to piss well, blind and hooded. Then he fed me
toast with strawberry jam through the mohole mouth hole, licked
the crumbs off my chest with his tongue. Every single
touch made me shake and leak down my thighs. I
was becoming conditioned like Pavlov's dog, turned into a desperate,
dripping slut who craved any scrap of contact. He would
make me stand, sit perfectly still for what felt like hours,
then reward me with the slightest stroke on my calf
or arm, sending me into another quivering orgasm. If I fidgeted,
the crop came down hard across my ass. At the
end of that first day, he put me back in
the box. I would have begged him to keep me
out if I could speak. Instead, I just lay there
in the dark, ready aching for tomorrow. That was six
months ago. I barely remember my old life now, the
workaholic marriage, the shy girl who never dated, the boring sex.
I left it all behind. The night he abducted me
and turned me into his real live slave. I'm still
his property, still kept in the box when he decides
I need to be stored, still hooded and leashed when
he wants to use me. And I've never been happier
or wetter signed the hooded box slave. I'm wow. I
don't know what to do with this one. Guys. I'm
gonna assume it was consensual hair okay, I mean, even
though she was kidnapped, but she's staying willingly. I don't
know kind of what to do with this. So it
must have passed a sniff test for Darcy, so we're
gonna go with it. This is a no for me again, Yeah,
this is a no. This is definitely my miles are
like in Mars and Venus right now, not in my whatever.
But I have read stories like this. I have, so
I'm gonna think this is fake. We're gonna go with this.
There are lots of people that have very unorthodox fantasies
and that's okay as long as they stay there. But
since we're going on the rules of consensual, I'm gonna
assume this was pre arranged and consensual, and we're gonna
live in that little happy world right now. Again not
my cup of tea. But again again I really don't
know what to do with this. I so do we
think it was consensual? Are we going with that to
make us all feel happy, keep us in our a
little happy bubble? I'm really I think it was. It's
too if she would have been fighting and saying no,
I would have stopped it, and Darcy wouldn't have put
it in. So I'm assuming this was arranged. It was
very kind of similar to a story I read a
short story I read eons ago where this woman she
didn't have any families, she was down on her luck
and really not getting around, and she met this older
gentleman and it kind of gave for like an interview
process per se. But eventually one day followed her home
and did exactly this, and he ended up training her.
But I don't remember anything about a box, but I
do remember him training her to be his submissive slut,
taking anything he wants and just being a very loving
giving and they end up getting married in the thing.
But this was their thing, and she was this twenty
four slave and she went with him on business trips
and vice versa. But this is what she did, so
we're gonna go with that. Listeners, have you ever fantasized
about being abducted and trained as someone twenty four to
seven slave or would you be the one doing the
abducting and conditioning. Maybe not that far, but I can
see where you would have a fantasy about being abducted
and trained. I could see that now that I'm thinking
about it. But then again, I have someone sexy in mind,
you know where. It's not gonna be any of the
other stuff that pushed me out of my comfort zone tonight,
because where there were some stories that pushed me on
my comfort zone tonight. I'm just I'm gonna admit that
straight out. So but it was good. It's good to
be stretched properly. Wrapping up tonight's episode, we learned sometimes
that people closest to you, the best friend's mom, the
respected minister, the quiet guy next to you in the theater,
are the living the filthiest double lives imaginable. The ones
who look the most normal on the outside are often
the biggest freaks behind closed doors. Never judge a book
by its cover, especially when that book is dripping wet
and begging to be used. And now it's time for
that filthy riddle. Are we ready again? I'll read it
again for you, guys. What begins with a P responds
to stimulation by getting bigger and genuinely is the biggest
at night in the dark? What is it? I think
I've read this one before. Your prostate? It's peachy answer.
It's very clean answer. I don't think a prostate would
be a clean answer anybody else the clean answer, and
we're gonna be able to get our minds they got
our and answer this one. Are we giving up? Three? Two? One? Oh?
Hang on, Okay, I'm gonna say you give up, boss,
peepils of the eye, your eye pupils, you know, really,
no bad joke, no good joke? Really? Wow? Okay, somebody laughed.
Usually guys are quicker on the drawer than that one.
It's time for your naughty nut Duckin'. I still completely
naked in the camp kitchen, the cool tile floora kissing
my bare feet as I waited for the coffee to brew.
My husband was right beside me, also stark naked, his
small white cock already shrinking a little in the morning air.
We spent the last two hours by the pool, tanning, swimming, laughing.
But now at eleven, the place is quiet, just us.
My bronze skin still glowed from the sun, my thirty
eight sea tits, heavy and free, nipple already getting tight
from the chill. My shaved pussy felt smooth and exposed,
the lips slightly puffy from the heat in the water. Earlier,
I loved it. Fifteen years of naturalism that had taught
me to crave the thrill of being seen exactly as
I am. The door swung open and walked in Lena,
the young caretaker. She was maybe twenty seven tall, full bodied,
her tan curves poured into the flowers, floraled tlter top
that barely contained her big jiggling tips, and a skimpy
denim shorts that rode high on her thick thighs. The
contrast hit me like a slap a spare her clothes.
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