Speaker 1: Welcome back to another episode of Nikky after Dark, the
only podcast that turns your darkest secrets into bedtime stories.
I'm your host, Nikki, and tonight we're diving into the depraved,
the scandalous, and the deliciously inappropriate. Here are three short
teasers to what your appetite for what's up to come?
A good Christian boy walks into a Sunday service. We're
wearing a interesting bracelet on his rest. A twenty one
year old discovers the creamy, cream pie loving heaven between
a thirty nine year old mills thick sizhe and a
nervous newbie steps into a swingers club and ends the
night stretched out by the biggest clock she's ever seen.
You're not ready, but your headphones are, so let's dive
right into it. And before we jump into night's confess,
I want to hear from all you what's the most
unexpected place you've ever gotten turned on? Somewhere completely innocent,
where you suddenly couldn't stop thinking dirty thoughts. Drop your
answers in the comments or you know right. You can
always follow the show notes for more information and the
follow up questions is what's one normal everyday activity that
secretly gets you wet or hard when you think about
it the wrong way. Have you ever had to hide
arousal in a public because of something truly totally turns
you on? Remember you can send your own confessions over
to Nikki and Ikky at deerniki dot com, anonymously through
our website at deerniki dot comments or the confession stab
and join us over on our discord channel Monday through
Saturday eight pm Central Standard Time for nanny Shenanigans with
Me and other sexploratives. You know this is my favorite part, right,
It's a riddle. I love riddles. What disappears as soon
as you say its name, think about it, and 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, my longtime fantasy is just to
go down on a woman who's been fucked with loaded
with coom. It's even more enhanced by me wanting to
blow him after so he can do it again. Another fantasy,
of course, would be to do that with you. Unfortunately
that will remain a fantasy. But every night I listen
to your sexy erotic voice and I live out by masturbating,
and of course tase might come pretending you are holding
my head between your legs, signed your secret come eating devotee.
I love a good come swap. There's something erotic about it.
I mean it's I don't think it's for everybody you know,
but if I'm connected to you in a sexy kind
of way, I find it highly addicting. For my author,
I love how you boldly own this creamy, filthy fantasy.
There's something so deliciously submissive and hungry about diving in
right after he's filled her, then taking him in your
mouth to give him head. For a round two question
for my listeners, if this confession taps into that primal,
messy craving so many of us secret love and taste,
the warmth and the raw intimacy, have you ever done
it with your partner or with someone else? And what's
the hottest cream by phantasy you've ever touched yourself to
Have you ever tasted the evidence of some one else's pleasure?
And how did it make you feel? Drop your own
steamy thoughts in the chats or just follow the show notes.
Dear Nikki, I have to confess this wild moment from
last weekend and it still has me blushing and a
little turned on. If I'm noticed, my buddy Ethan crashed
at his friend Tyler's place after her late night out.
The next morning, we all met up for Sunday's service
at the Grace Community Church. Like usual, Ann walks in
Ethan looking sharp in his crisp, buttoned down shirt, slacks
and perfectly knotted tie. Total good boy on Sunday vibe.
But something shiny caught my eye on his wrist. It
looked like a thick black silicone band with a little
control button. We teased him about his new cool bracelet
and he asked for excuse me, He asked where we
got it. Without missing a beat, he grinned and said
he found it at his cousin's place the night before
and thought it was some kind of fitness tracker. Nikki,
it was a vibrating cockring. He was wearing it on
his wrists like nothing right there in the middle of church.
Every time the pastor hit a dramatic pause or the
choir got loud. I kept imagining what that thing really
was meant for, buzzing away on someone's most sensitive spot.
The rest of the service, I couldn't stop seeking glasses
at his wrist, wondering if he realized what he was
advertising to anyone who knew better. By the final hymn,
I was skirming in the view, half scandalized, half thrilling
at the secret filth setting just two rows ahad of
me in a suit and die. It was the most
deliciously inappropriate sight I've seen in a long time. I
held it in that long signed your secret, sinful, saying sueer,
oh my hello, captain, how are you tonight? Strange? Danger ahead? Wow?
Has anybody here ever had a sex toy and thought
it was something normal? Or some one a cockring? Yeah? Yeah,
I'm wondering if they ever fessed up to his friend
or you know, Oh my gosh. I couldn't imagine wearing
it and nobody tells you and what you're proudly wearing
it at that and then what if someone tould you aside?
But I think less likely at the church, because yeah,
oh my questions for my listeners and my author here.
Have you ever accidentally or on purpose or something naughty
in a super inappropriate place? Would you have told him
the truth there in the pews or kept it a
secret and enjoyed the view. What's the most embarrassing? I
didn't know what that was moment you've witnessed. I don't
know if i'd tell him. Okay, no, I would. I'm
that friend that would. But I definitely dare wouldn't tell
him at church because it sounds like it was kind
of chaotic when they kind of realized what it was.
You know, I don't. I think I don't know what's worse.
Was it worse to wait till after service to tell
him or to pull him aside, like when there's a
break up a hot minute and tell him, hey, buddy, Yeah,
I don't know on this one. Yeah, that that's somebody
that's gonna have to tell me if they'd tell him
or not. Hello, OyamO Hey question? Got it? Are you ready?
We'll ask oyama since he got in right before I
started the next one. Okay, if you caught your friend
at church unknowingly wearing a cock ring around his wrist
and he thought it was a fitness bracelet. Would you
tell him? Well, I almost like, what the fuck did
I just walk into? Would you tell him? Pod fan
depends on the friend. I guess I don't know what
size is the cock creek. I have no idea none. Yeah,
that's true. He could be preparing for later. That is true. Huh.
I guess we could assume that maybe he was stretching it.
I think I'd look at my friend a little differently.
Dear Nikki, I need to get this off my chest
because it's been living rent free in my head every
single day since it's happened. I'm twenty one, and for
the last few months I've been getting my hair cut
by this gorgeous thirty nine year old Mexican woman named Sophia.
She's a friend of a friend from one. At first,
it was just professional me sitting in her kitchen chair
while she clipped and we chatted, but over time the
conversations got flirty. Then one Friday night, everything lined up perfectly.
All seven of her kids were gone sleepovers, family visits,
the works. I showed up for a trim and we
ended up cracking open a couple of cold beers on
her couch. Somehow, the top turned dirty. She admitted she
had been four whole years since anyone had touched her,
four years. My cock was already half hard, just hearing
that Sophia isn't model skinny. Her face is pretty, but
that ass, nikki, It's massive, round, heavy, and it jiggles
with every step. That's what had me hooked from day one.
I told her how fit I stay? Then I lifted
my shirt and let her run her soft hands over
my abs. The second her fingertips traced my vline, she
bit her lip and I knew we weren't finishing that
hair cut. We moved her bedroom close, came off fast.
Her tits were full and soft, nipples dark and sensitive.
I squeezed that huge ass in both hands while we kissed,
deep and sloppy. Finally, I slid my fingers between her
thick thighs. She was already soaked. Her pussy was puffy, hot,
and so creamy it coated my fingers instantly. She kept
whispering how big and hard I felt compared to what
she remembered. I laid her on her back, spread those
thick legs wide, and pushed inside. Fuck. The wet, squelching
sounds were obscene, loud, creaming on stop. Every thrust made
her juice's foam around my shaft and dripping down her ass.
She was gripping me so tight the wall's pulsing like
her body was starving for it. I tried to hold back,
but that creamy, sloppy noise combined with us sight of
her gine ass rippling every time I slammed in, I
lost it. I buried myself as deep as I could
and pumped rope after rope straight into her. She moaned
like she felt every spurt. She told me afterward that
she can't get pregnant any more, so I can fill
her up every single time. I think I just found
my perfect secret fuck body experienced, eager with an ass
that won't quit. One of her sons is actually my age.
But the second I'm inside her again, that thought disappears.
I'm already counting the hours until this weekend so I
can stretch that creamy pussy wide open and flutter guts
all over again. Sign addicted to that creamy milf. You
can come and sign me any time. I'm the same.
I don't have to use anything, so you can come
and sign me any time you want. I'm with that line. Boys,
how are we doing over there? Question? What's the sloppiest
loudest sex you've ever had? Do the wet sounds turn
you on even more? And would you keep hooking up
with the older woman who has kids your age? Or
is it too risky? And ladies, when's the last time
that you are dripping wet and creamy for someone much younger?
I mean it's not that much younger. I mean I
think Darcy's like forty five, gonna be yeah, So there,
that's younger in my book. Dear Nikki, I have to
confess something that started as most humiliating moment of my
life and has now become my filthy weekend addiction. I
live downtown in the big West coast city where the
summers get scorching. To stay cool on my runs, I
always wear a tiny woman's song under my shorts, especially
easy for me since I have a small penis that
tucks in away nicely. This past weekend was brutally hot,
so I slipped on my favorite black thong and headed
for out for a five mile loop. A couple miles in,
my shoelace came undone. I bent over to tie it,
and that's when a group of loud college guys walked by.
One of them spotted my thin string of my thong
riding up my shorts and lost it. Yo old dudes
wearing a fucking thong, he yelled. His friends joined in,
screaming sissy, runner and worse at the top of their lungs.
People within a hundred yards were staring. I stood up,
red faced and kept running while they cat called behind me.
I thought I left him in the dust until I
reached the secluded tree line section of the trail. There
waiting around the bend were two of them, tall athletic cocks,
already out and hard. Once smirked and said he know
what to do. Thong boy. My heart pounded. I secretly
fantasized about sucking cock for years, but never like this.
Still something in me surrendered. I dropped to my knees
on the dirt path and took the first thick cock
in my mouth. He was big, much bigger than me,
and he immediately started fucking my throat. I gag pard
tears streaming, but he told me to relax. When I did,
he slid deeper until my nose pressed against his abs.
The feeling of being used like that made my own
little dick twitch and my soaked thong. The second guy
moved in behind me, yanked my shorts and thonged down
and rubbed cold lube all over my hull. I wasn't
a virgin back there. I had plug still does at home,
but nothing prepared me for the real thing. He pushed
in raw and deep while his friends kept stretching my throat.
They spent roasted me right there in the park, like
I was their personal fuck toy. I could hear people
walking on the trail nearby, some stopping to watch and
cheer them on. Get it, sissy, build that old throat.
Thirty fifty minutes later, they both unloaded. One pumped thick
rope straight down my throat. The other flooded my ass
until cum was dripping down my own thighs. They left
me there on my knees, covered in sweat spit, and
come my tiny cock leakin and my ruined thong. I've
gone back every weekend since, same trail, same time. Sometimes
it's the same guys, sometimes it's the new one. I
wear the sluttiest thongs I own and pray they find
me again. I've never felt more alive signed the thong
wearing park comeslut. What is it about parks? You know
everybody does anything When I asked to do with anything sexual,
go to a park. So that's my question to you guys,
you know anything about that? Was it in a memo
I missed? I'm not into humiliation, but it's not on
my It's definitely my miles are varying on that, forced
by awakening total surrender. Yeah, getting harassed to being a
weaknd come dump in the city park question? Have any
of you ever had a fantasy turned real and risky
public place like this? Would you go back forward if
we were used and covered in a stranger's come? And
gentlemen who have been with older sissy types, what's the
hottest thing about turning them into willing holes and ladies?
Have you ever watched or joined something like this or
something more your style? Spill your dirtiest outdoor confessions below
all my links, all in my show notes. Dear Nikki,
I have to confess the hottest night of my life
so far, and it happened right under my mom's roof.
I'm nineteen and I'm home from college for the weekend
Friday morning, over breakfast, Mom casually mentioned that her best
friend Sophia was coming over for wine night. Just hearing
her name made my cock throb under the table. Sophia
is forty two, divorced, and built like a walking wet dream,
full heavy decup tits that strain against every top, white hips,
thick fies, and a fat, juicy ass that jiggles just
right when she walks, those crispon painted lips, and have
starred in every dirty fantasy I've had every the years.
Mom had no clue. She joked about loosening sofa up,
sorry about that wat with wine because she'd been single
too long. I spend the whole day aching, singing off
with my moms to stroke myself while staring at the
secret photo of her in a black bikini from last summer.
I was right on the edge when Mom almost walked
in on me. That night. Sophia showed up in a
tight burgundy top that barely contained her massive cleavage and
jeans painted on to her thick ass. When she hugged
me hello, those soft, heavy tits pressed hard against my chest,
and her vanilla cocoanut perfume made me dizzy. I was
rock hard the entire time I had in my room,
but I couldn't resist cracking the window to eavesdrop on
their terrace talk. After hours of whine, Sophia got filthy.
She complained about bad sex with men her age, how
she needed a young, hard cock that could go all night,
how she loved getting her hair pulled while riding this
till she came. I jerked myself raw listening to her
moan about kneading the profoundly properly getting fucked. Later, after
Mom passed out drunk on the couch, Sofia went to
the guest room right next to mine. The walls paper.
Then I heard her buzzing her vibrator, talking dirtied to herself.
I need a young cock. Someone had been last I
couldn't take it anymore. I crept to her door and
peeked in. There. She was completely naked, legs spread with
tit's bouncing as she fucked herself with that purple toy.
Our eyes locked. Instead of freaked out, she smiled and whispered,
come here, baby. What followed was pure fire. She pulled
me in, stripped me, and dropped her knees, sucking my
cock like she was starving for it. Those full red
lips stretched around me, slurping and moaning, taking me deep
while she played with my balls. Then she pushed me
on to the bed, straddled me, and sank her soap
pussy down my shaft. She roved me hard, tits swinging
in my face, moaning about how big I felt or
how wrong it was to fuck her best friend's son.
I flipped her over, took her from behind, and pounded
that fat ass while she begged for more. When she came,
her pussy clenched and pulses around me so tight I
couldn't hold back. I buried myself deep and unloaded rope
after a thick rope inside her, filling her up while
she whimpered in pleasure. She made me stay a little longer,
kissing me slow, promising me, next time Mom's away, I'm
all hers. I slipped back to my room, smelling like
her perfume and sex, already counting the days until I
can stretch that creamy milk pussy again. Signed Mom's best
friends Secret cream pie boy. Huh, I've n there was
an older gentleman. I've never had a milf like this.
But an older gentleman, he's almost my shugar cut Owetta.
I didn't take the bait. I didn't take the chance. Okay,
gentlemen in the chat, have you ever hooked up with
someone that's off laments? Maybe your best parent's best friend
in the same house. What's riskier getting caught by your
mom or the thrill of almost being heard? Ladies, especial
us older ones. Would you seduce your best friend's grown
son if you knew he'd been fantasizing about you? Ooh, bullshit,
I'm calling bullshit, Captain, what about you? Prad Van? He
was way too fast on the I would never bullshit.
Now see how how Podpan no matter what he says,
because he's still typing, is taking his time. See, I
believe him. He took his time. He paused and said this,
he said, not for me. Fantasies are rampant, So I'm
gonna believe him. You now, you are the devil on
our shoulder. You are you are the devil on a
woman's shoulder, Captain, Ladies, if you're listening Captain in her chat,
he's the devil on every woman's shoulder. He often listens
with a girl or his kitten or his submissive, and
sometimes they're surfacing him or fucking. And yes, I have
seen it. I have seen video of it, and I've
heard it. So drop in anytime you don't have beyond
time Monday through Saturday, Kate guarantee he'll be here. You
can just pop out if you don't see him Monday
through Saturday eight pm Central Standard time, and he'll tell
you all about it. There. Add for black Beard. Dear Nikki,
let me tell you about the thick blonde cougar who
turned me into a total ass man. She was in
her late forties, just the side of thick and the
hottest way possible, soft belly, wide hips in a juicy,
jiggling ass that looked obscene in a tiny string bikini.
That's how exactly I first saw her. I was between
between job was doing handyman work, and got called out
to service her backyard pool. I couldn't stop staring at
those massive, heavy tits barely contained by two tiny triangles
of fabric. She caught me looking and just smirked, loving
the attention. Mild flirting quickly turned into a full on heat.
Before I knew it, we were inside close heading the floor,
and Round one was fast, dirty on a couch. But
the real fun started when we moved to the shower.
I'd pinned her against the tiles, both of us covered
in slippery soap. My hands were all over her, squeezing
those fat tits, sliding down her thick, muscular thighs, and
rubbing her swollen clit. She was moaning like crazy, grinding
back against me. Then I slid my soap be come
between our plump ass cheeks and pushed it straight into
her tight little hole, all the way past the second knuckle.
She gasped out loud, rising up on her tiptope, trying
to escape, but I held her there relentless. One hand
kept working her tripping pussy while my thumb fucked her ass.
She was writing would bring hands slapping the wall until
she exploded the hardest orgasm I'd ever seen, shaking, cursing,
pussy gushing all over my fingers while her asshole clinched
rhythmically around my thumb. When I finally pulled out, there
was a wet little pop. She turned around, just heaving
those huge tits rising and falling, and looked me dead
in the eye. That was the most incredible orgasm I'd
ever had. She panted, then, her voice low and hungry.
You can put your deck anywhere you want, on or
in my body. I didn't hesitate. I spun her back
to the wall, pressed her fat head on against her soapy,
loosened ass whole, and then pushed in. She went up
on her toes again, moaning as I sank every inch
into her tight heat. Her ass crept me like a
velvet fist. I reached around, rubbed her clt while I
fucked her deep and steady. When she started coming again, screaming,
ass phulsing, I lost it. I buried myself balls deep
and pumped her full of thick hot comb until it
was leaking down her thighs. The afternoon and the shower
changed everything. She became addicted to anal. We still fucked everywhere,
her bed, the sofa, the hot tub, but nothing compared
to bending that thick cougar over and pounding her fat ass.
The way it jiggles, the way she moves like a
hohoror when I stretch her, and the way she pushes
back for more. I'm hooked. There's nothing hotter than filling
a willing voluptuous milk sass with calm signed a thick
cougars anal obsession. I'm really starting to see a theme tonight.
Hello Brandon, how are you tonight? I love this low
escalation from pool side blirting to full anal in the shower,
just saying I've heard there's nothing like turning a thick,
confident milf into your personal slut. We'll have to ask
around though, and for my listeners, have you ever introduced someone,
especially an older woman, to anal and turned them into
a total attic? And what's the hotter regular pussy sex
or the tight taboo thrill a willing ass? And ladies,
have you ever been surprised by how hard you came
from anal play? Or given a younger guy full use
of me anywhere per permission. Spill your dirtiest anal secrets
below in the chat or you can email them to me.
It's your choice. It was hot. I could see everybody
like this one. I'm swear sometimes Darcy has the best
when he well ninety percent time, he has the best
way pixies out, just saying he puts a show together.
Dear Nikki, I have to confess the darkest wettest fantasy
about that somehow became my entire reality after one desperate wish.
My name is Natalie, and I've always been the invisible girl,
plain overlooked, untouched. No boy ever wanted me. The loneliness
twisted into something filthy inside me. Taboo fantasies are being
groped and grow crowded buses, used like a free toy
by strangers who didn't care about consent. I knew it
was wrong, but it made me so achingly wet. Then
one night I had the most vivid dream of my life.
A handswer stranger appeared like a genie and offered me
one wish. In my horny, lonely haze, I whispered exactly
what I craved. Make me a free, you slut. Let
any man take me whenever and wherever they want, make
me powerless to stop it. Make it feel so good
I never want to stop it. I woke up soaked
and sweat laughing at my own ridiculous dream until I
got on the morning bus to work. My hands suddenly
slipped up my thigh. I looked over and saw a
stranger boldly gripping me. I whisperfer him to stop, but
he just smiled and yanked my skirt up to my waist.
Before I could react, another man had joined me, and
hands everywhere, squeezing my tits, pinching my knibbles, hard, slapping
and spreading my ass cheeks. I tried to square them away,
but they held me in place, fingers diving between my legs.
Someone ripped my panties down to my knees, and two
thick fingers pushed inside my virgin pussy, stretching me open
while the buss kept rolling like nothing was happening. I
should have screamed, I should have fought. Instead, my pussy flooded,
dripping down my thighs as they finger fucked me harder.
Then I felt it, the hot, throbbing head of a
stranger's cock rubbing up and down my soak slit. I
tried one last time to pull away, but my body
betrayed me. He thrust in deep, tearing through my hymen
in one brutal stroke. The pain melted instantly into pure
pleasure as he pounded me right there on the crowded bus,
his ball slapping my clip while another man shoved two
fingers knuckled deep into my tight little asshole. I came
so hard I saw stars moaning behind the hand clamped
over my mouth. Passengers after passenger used me, fingers in
my cunt, clocks down my throat, hands slapping my tits
and ASTs. Just before my stop, the man fucking me
buried himself balls deep and pumped me full of thick
hot comb. I felt it splashing against my servics so
much I immediately started leaking out. As he pulled away,
I stumbled off the bus on shaky legs, come running
down my thighs, skirts still crooked. The driver slapped my
us hard and I nearly fell, and then cheerfully told
me to have a nice day by name. At work,
it only got filled here. Coworkers walked into my cubicle,
bent me over my desk, fuck me senseless, while every
one else typed away like it was a normal thing.
My female boss h r all the people ate the
stranger's cream by out of my pussy, and snowbawled it
into my mouth before riding my face until she came.
That was months ago. My life is pure for use
heaven now. I never pay for anything. I barely wlark.
Every man passed stares at me. With the raw hunger
on the bus and stores, at restaurants and the alleys anywhere,
any time they use my mouth, my pussy, my ass,
cover me and come and walk away like it's nothing.
I've lost count of how many loads I've taken. I
drift in a constant, dripping haze of orgasms, smelling like
a happy little buck toy. I wish to become signed Natalie,
a public free use, come dump. This is an interesting fantasy,
not my fantasy, but I have to say I relate
to her a tiny, tiny bit. I'll never forget being
at that awkward stage. You know, we know we're all
talking about, because we all were awkward, regardless of how
hot or not hot we were. Right. I always got
the phrase you're gorgeous, but you're not what I want
right now, like kind of thing, and I never understood
that it's like you're how'd they put it, I was?
I was marriage material, not fun material in a basic way,
is what they said. And as much as that hurt
my feelings, then I have to say that taught me
a lot. Now I'm looking back at it, so I
don't mind being hiss for you slut, just saying and
for my listens. If you could make one dark free
use wish like Nallie, where did you do and where
would it first happen? And where would you start and
what would it be? Have you ever had a public
groping or risky fantasy turned on you more than it should?
And ladies, would you want to be the invisible girl
who suddenly become everyone's free toy? Or does this idea
kind of scare you more than it excites you? Catch
me Alive Monday through Saturday at eight p m. Central
Standard Time, where the nights get even hotter, the confessions
flow freely, and I love teasing you in real time.
Listening live is always free and advree and full episode
drops the next day wherever you enjoy the podcast, Stay shameless,
my darlings. I can't wait to hear from you. Dear Nikki,
I have to confess what happened last weekend when I
finally let my wild side win someone rather hit the
itch got too strong, and against every anxious voice in
my head, I went to a swinger's club for the
first time. I'm usually so private hotel rooms. I'll put
it on a show, but whole club full of strangers
that terrified me. Still the fun cannabis smoking Camden people
i'd met before invite me. They made it easy. They
got me in fast, told me exactly what to expect.
Call my nerves over pre drinks near by. I spent
the whole day prep prepping a full Brazilian wax, brand
new lingerie that made my tits look incredible, and a
tiny black dress that barely covered my ass. I walked
in around nine thirty. The place was already buzzing, elegant,
dimly lit, and surprisingly classy. People were laughing, chatting, drinking.
Some women were in lingerie, others still dressed. I felt
sexy as hell in my little dress. After a quick
tour of the playrooms, we settled on the sofa with cocktails.
The Camden couples spotted friends and introduced me. Everyone was
so friendly and honestly hot. My fear of being full
of older folks vanished. Missus Camden disappeared with a guy
she fancied. A little later, mister Camden and another attractive
couple invited me to a private room. My heart was
pounding as we passed couples already giving blow jobs in
the open. We found a plush room with a huge bed.
Mister Camden peeled my dress off, showing off my tiny lingerie.
The woman dropped her knees, kissing my stomach and thighs,
while both men groped my tits and took turns kissing
me deep. Being the center of all that hungry attention
made me instantly, So we moved back to the bed
and it became a triangle of bodies, had mouths and
tongues all over me, licking my pussy, sucking my nipples
while I took turns deep throating both guys. Then Missus
Camden returned with this tall built black guy and the
biggest cocked I've ever seen in my life, thick, heavy, ridiculous.
They asked if I wanted him fuck. Yes I did.
He stretched me so good, not the hardest I've ever felt,
but the size was mind blowing. I rode him, got
fought from behind, came hard with him, buried deep. I
ended up fucking all three guys, orgasm again and again
from their mouths and cocks. We took a break, went
back to the bar, socialized. Then I followed Missus Camden
into the orgy room. We played with several people while
mister Camden watched and touched himself. I came so many
times I lost count. By midnight, I was blessed out,
drunk and glowing. I chatted with the sweet guy who
gave me sparks in his number, but I was too
exhausted to go again. At what I am I called
an uber home sore and the best way, thysticky, smiling
like an idiot. I loved it. The openness, the freedom,
the pure filth. It wasn't as intimate as a private date,
but damn it was exciting when I go back, probably
maybe with people I already know. The best part I
didn't recognize as single person from work sign newby cubs lut. Yeah,
that's a good thing. Not running into Kathy from h
R or Henry from HR head of HR, or your
boss or your boss's boss. That would be Monday morning interesting,
that's for sure. Wonder if you got called to the office.
I'm actually talking myself into this fantasy. Even though I
don't have a boss. I am my boss, so be
kind a heart. What was the most surprising or hottest
part of your swingers club experience, Ladies, would you rather
be the center of attention in a group or start
slower with one couple. Have you ever taken a cock
so big it changed your standards? And guys A gentlemen
and couples, what's your best advice to nervous first timers?
Spill your club stories below in the show notes. I
know the few clubs I'd been to, I you know,
it was very refreshing. It wasn't anything I liked or
thought it would be. I've been to some that are
hotel takeovers, which is that was fun and like no
one now I'm at Arkansas, and then I've been to
ones that are actually in clubs. In the one club
that I've been to in Kentucky, I absolutely loved it.
I need to get back there. It's been a couple
of years. I need to get back there soon. But
that's really the only true club I've been to them
and mostly hotel takeovers. So would I do it again?
Absolutely very friendly, welcoming all people of different sizes. But
I never once felt out of place at all. Dear Nikki,
I have to confess how my wife completely owned me
last weekend and how much I fucking loved it. Our
sex life has been on fire ever since we started
giving each other naughty public challenges. A couple of months ago,
I dared her to go for a walk in a
busy park, no bra and no panties. She wore tight
leggings and a thin tank top that showed off her
hard nipples and those perfect thirty six sea tits. She
came home soaked through her leggings from all the stairs,
and we fucked like animals right inside the door. Then
she flipped the strip on me. She made me wear
a cock ring under my slacks to a fancy restaurant.
I had to walk around with my bulge obvious while
she grinned the whole time. She shut me off in
the parking garage afterward, and I'd been hooked on the
thrill ever since. This time, she said shadow surprised challenge
for Saturday night. We went to one of the regular
friend's parties. Everything seemed normal until she led me to
our gay friend Gregg's bedroom strip she ordered, I did,
and so did she. Gregg just watched with a knowing smile.
She tried on a pair of tight waisted pants first topless,
then sat in my lap grinding on my hard cock
while Gregg measured the hem. Next she slipped into the yellow,
little yellow sun dress with nothing underneath, sat on me
again and let Gregg run his hands all of her
sides while she rubbed her bare wet pussy on my
throbbing deck. I wasn't allowed to touch myself and I
was losing my mind. Then she hit me with it. Gregg,
do you think you can help him out? Gregg dropped
to his knees and swallowed my cock like a prow.
My wife wrapped arms around me from behind, kissing my
neck me tight while I watched him bob on my deck.
The feeling was insane. When I warned her I was close,
she told him, and he went full throttle. I exploded
down his throat while she whispered how hot it was.
He gently lit me clean. Afterward, she looked at me
with a wicked challenge in her eyes. Your turn. I
got on my knees between Greg's legs. I was nervous,
but so turned on. I did everything I love having
done to me, licking, sucking, teasing his balls. My wife
watched the whole time, breathing heavy. It only took a
few minutes before Gregg groaned and started pumping thick ropes
had come into my mouth. I tried to swallow, but
some spilled out. The taste, the heat, the filling of
his cock pulsing on my tongue. God, it was filthy
and hot. That's when it hit me. When his softening
dick was still in my mouth, I realized she had
completely won the game. We ended the night with a long,
sweaty three way hug and kisses. After Greg laughed, my
wife climbed on my face and rode me on all fours,
telling me how proud she was and how soaked she'd
been watching me suck cock. I'd never come harder or
felt more owned in my life. Signed the wife's willing
by come slut. I like that. You guys are playing
new games and pushing boundaries. I like that. Have you
ever been surprised by how much you enjoyed an unexpected
by experience set up by your partner? What's the hotter
watching your partner with someone else or being the one
who pushed into it while they watch? And ladies, have
you ever won a challenged by turning your man by fortnight?
And gentlemen, would you suck another guy's cock if your
wife was watching and touching you? The whole time. You
know the drill right below. Dear Nikki, I have to
confess how my wife completely destroyed me last weekend with
the honest cruelst challenge shed. I'm enlocked by stainless steel
chasty cage for thirteen agonizing days, no released, just constant
aching and leaking. I was begging Leslie every night. She's
this tiny toned strawberry blonde runner with perky little tits
and an ass that won't quit. She kept teasing my
swolling balls, kissing them, telling me I just had to
wait one more day. The next evening, she dressed up
in a lacy white lingee, a tiny black dress and heels.
I was drooling. Then the doorbell rang. Jake walked in,
this tall, muscular black guy who made me look small.
Leslie pulled him straight into her bedroom while I followed
like a desperate puppy and sat in the chair against
the wall. She kissed him, deep, grinding on him, then
pulled out his massive eleven inch black cock. I was
throbbing in my cage as she dropped to her knees
and worshiped it with her mouth, both hands stroking what
she couldn't swallow. My mouth was dry and my heart
was hammering. Then she gave me thus surprise. She unlocked
my cage. Take my wrist to the chair, set ten
minute timer. I pressed the huge cock, black vibrating dildo
ride against my desperate cock. If you last ten minutes
without coming, you get to fuck me after Jack, but
the evil little smile. If you fail, it's back in
the cage. She climbed on to Jack and slowly sank
down on this thick cock right in front of me,
moaning like I'd never heard before. Fuck, you're so much
bigger than him, she gasped as she wrote him. The vibrations,
the sight of her tight pussy stretching around the huge
black deck, her moans, his grunts. It was too much.
I exploded at just under seven minutes, shooting rope after
rope all over my shirt and stomach while they both
laughed at me. Leslie calmly locked my sticky, twitching cock
back into the tiny cage, gave my balls a teasing tickle,
then planted her hands on the back of my chair. Jack,
come fuck me right here, she said, staring straight into
my eyes. He stepped behind her, yanked her panties aside
and slammed into her soap pussy, and just from my face,
I could smell her arousal and hear every wet slap
as he pounded her. Leslie came hard, shaking eyes locked
on mine the whole time, while the timer on her
phone finely beaped. Jack just kept fucking her through it,
grinning down at me. Two weeks of denial, one failed challenge,
and now I'm locked up again while my wife's getting
railed by a superior cock right in front of me.
And the worst part, I'm a already counting down the
days until she let miss me try another challenge signed
a locked and denied cock. I'm wondering if this one
goes with the one above just red and reverse. Could
be because it's two challenges in a row. I mean,
I don't know, I don't it's signed differently, so I
don't know. But I'm gonna be a little suss on
this one. But it's hot, yeah, I mean, couldn't even last.
I mean, she'lly put a vibrating dildo right there against
you and made you watch her shatter and come all around,
nice man cock. I mean, what more do you really
have to ask? I mean, I don't think that would
be hard to do. I'm just saying questions for you, guys.
Have you ever failed a last chance orgasm challenge like
this and regretted it instantly? What's hotter being edged and
denied or being forced to watch your partner get fucked
right after you fail? And ladies, would you set up
a time challenge like leslie for your locked partner or
do you prefer harsher rules? Spill your own chastity cuckold
challenges in our show notes below. Dear Nikki, I have
to commence how much I love turning my man into
a whimpering, leaking mess with nothing but my feet. We're
just lounging on the couch. When he made a casual
joke about how cute my feet looked when I crossed
my legs, that was all the invitation I needed. I
felt that familiar rush of power flood through me. Without
saying a word. I stood up, looked at him dead
in the eyes, and told him to strip lie down
on the bed. He obeyed instantly, cock already half hard
and twitching with anticipation. I have a new game for
you tonight, I purred, When you're going to lose and
love losing. I climbed under the bed beside him, completely dressed,
and let my bare foot slowly over his abs. The
soft arch of my foot brushed his skin like I
was in instantly stretching. Then I let the warm ball
of my foot settle right on his now raw hard
cock he bit is, the pard eyes fluttering. I could
feel his heart beat throbbing against my soul. I started
moving slow, deliberate strokes, dragging the silky underside of my
foot up and down a shaft, pressing just enough to
make him feel owned. No hands, just my pretty feet,
controlling every twitch and throb Every time his breathing sped up,
his thighs started to tremble, I lift my foot away completely,
watching his hips desperately chase the contact he was forbidden
to take. The tension was delicious. His hands stayed glued
to the sheets like a good boy, even as his
whole body shook with need. I teased the scentsentive pad
with my toes, rubbing lazy, slick little circles around his
leaking tip. Then pressed my soft heel firmly against his
shaft and rolled it slowly his abs clinched so tight
I could see every muscle Precomb was drawing steadily down
his clock, coating my foot and making everything slippery. And
I'm seene. He started begging so sweetly, first in soft whispers,
then louder, more broken, Please, baby, Please. His voice cracked
When I pulled away again, right as he was on
the edge, I just smiled, feeling my own pussy getting
wetter and hotter with every desperate soundy maid There's something
so intoxicating about keeping him right there, aching, throbbing, ruined
completely at the mercy of my feet. He looked up
at me with a desperate puppy lips parted eyes, glassy,
body trembling as he fought not to come. I leaned
in close, brushed my toes teasingly along the inner side
of the thigh one last time, and whispered right against
his ear. You think you and it already. He shook
his head frantically, two broken to even speak, and I
laughed softly, That's what I thought. Then I slipped off
the bed, leaving him there, cock purple twitching, leaguing Oliver's
stomach and chest eating. I glanced back at the doorway
and gave him one last wicked smile. Be a good
little slut. Stay exactly like that for me, I walked
out feeling victorious, powerful and soaking wet. He's still waiting
there right now, and I'm in no rush to get back.
Signed your foot tease, queen, Hello, my foot tease? How
are we doing? This? Was hot? I know they're all hot,
but there's something about edging a guy with your feet.
I've only done it, like maybe twice, but there's something
about especially like right after they've been You've had a
petty and your feet are nice and soft, especially after
you put like lotion on them. Yeah, that slow, tortuous
foot edging, zero hind contacts. Yeah, have you ever edged
someone or been edged with just your feet until they
were completely broken and begging? What's hotter? Finally letting them
come on your endless teasing or walking away and leaving
them denied? And ladies, do you prefer foot jobs for
the control and teasing they allow, or to use them
as a warm up before something more intense? And gentlemen,
how desperate would you get if she kept pulling away
right at the edge? You know what to do? Drop
your own confessions down below? Who lots of foot jobs
and MILFs in this one, especially ones with the nice,
juicy asses. What can we learn tonight? Sometimes the hottest
things are hiding in plain sight, like a cockering at
church age gaps, public risk and power exchange and denial
can all lead to mind blowing sex. And most importantly,
never underestimate a confident woman with pretty feet, a thick gass,
or a wicked imagination. And for a reddal here we go.
What disappears as soon as you say it's name? I'll
say it one more time. What disappears as soon as
you say his name? Silence? I know it's kind of cheesy,
but I really liked it. Okay, it's time for our
naughty tuckin. Even when you sleep your pussy craves me.
What a good little slut? Those are the words you
moan into my ear as I wake up stuffed full
of your cock. I don't know how long you've been
teasing me while I slept to bed a while, because
I'm already close to coming. I'm on my side. You're
laying behind me with your arms wrapped around my torso
I'm pinned to your chest and your cock is buried
in my pussy. I push my hips back into you,
trying to make you thrust faster. You grip me tightly
and push your cock deep. I whimper as you spread
me wide. I need to come so badly. If you
want to come, you're going to have to work for it.
Show me what a good girl you can be for me.
As you say this, one of your hands moves down
to my stomach between my legs to round my clit.
I wantonly start to grind against you, humbing your cock
like a greedy slut. I am. My pussy clinches and
I gosh around your cock. You grow on your approval
as you kiss and bite my neck. Your fingers gently
tease my clip. As I ride out my orgasm, I
feel your posssive grip. Relax your hand on my clid,
move grip to my waist. Slowly you pull out of me.
My pussy instinctively clinches. It's meant to be full for you.
I told you, if you want to come, you need
to work for it. You say, as you roll on
your back, show me how mad you want to come
on my sweet little slut. As you talk, I'm already
rolling over, straddling your hips and one thrust, I take
all of you in my pussy. You groan and give
a triumphant laugh as I sit on your cock. I
slowly start to pump my hips. For a fleeting second,
I wonder where your hands are. The next moment, you
give my ass a hard smack, which makes me yelp
and surprise. Faster. I speed up my thrust, grinding and
rolling my hips in you. Your hands are gripping my
ass as I move, kneading and squeezing. I move a
hand down to my sklit teasing myself as my thrust
spilled momentum. My tits bounce as I ride you. I'm
so close, smack faster. The stain feels delicious, mixed with
a pleasure building inside of me. One of your hands
moves up to tightly grip a breast. You grip it tightly.
I push my weight against it so I can fuck
you harder. You reward me by pinching my nimble tightly
between your fingers. Fuck, I'm almost there. The hardest smack
yet brings me back to reality. I cry out. I
am quickly silenced by your hand moving up my neck.
You squeeze, straightening your arms so my head is forced
to look up at you. Your other hands finger tips
are digging mercilessly into my ass. I'm helplessly pissed in it.
As you fuck your cock, I can't breathe. My as
stings I'm dressing on your cock. It's perfect. Oh baby,
I thought you were going to be a good slot
for me. I can send your smirk. I know you're
provoking me, and your challenge brings me right to the edge.
I reach a head behind me and grip your balls.
I feel your cock stretching and feeling me. I thrust
hard as I can. You let us strangled groan. I
feel your ball swell on my hand as your cock
lurches a my pussy. I try to moan, but your
hand on my throat prevents it. My eyes roll back
and my pussy clinches around you. I come so hard
right as your seed explodes to my pussy. All my
muscles tighten. As I come around your cock. Your hand
leaves my throat and I gasp her hair. My pussy spasms,
drawing your commin' me deep. You quickly sit up while
you're still inside O me and wrap me in a
tender embrace your hands lovingly massage away the stinging on
my ass. Your kiss has helped me relax. I can
catch my breath. You tenderly rub your hands on my skin,
slowly working on all of attention. This is exactly where
I need to be. Your cock pulsing and plucking, your
cum and my pussy, your lips in my ear, telling
me the sweet things and praising me, your hands helping
my stiff muscles relax. I hardly remember when you gently
rolled me over and lay me back in bed. You
cover me and kisses and corrupt me, wrapping your arms
around me. As I drift back to sleep. The last
thing I remember is feeling your cumbs slowly dripping from
my pussy, and I could not be in more love.
I drift off with your warm wrapped around me, your
cock still solothing inside my cum filled pussy, your praise
whispering against my skin. Sleep claims me deeply, but it
doesn't last. Hours later, the room was still dark, only
a few faint gloves of the steady lights filtering through
the curtains. I waked to feeling the cool silk sheets
against my bare skin and the distinct ache between my thighs.
Your cum is leaked out while I slept, leaving a
sticky trail down my inner thigh. Before I can even stretch,
your hand slides possessively over my hip, pulling me onto
my back, and I wake again. Already, my greedy girl.
Your voice is low, rough with fresh hunger. You've propped
on an elbow beside me. I's dark. You drink in
my body. I've been watching your sleep. That pretty pussy
kept twitching like it missed me. I whimper softly, thighs
parting instinctively. You don't waste time. Your fingers traced through
the mess you left earlier, spreading our combined fluids of
my full hole enfolds, before pushing two fingers deep inside
me without warning. I arch off the bed with a gasp,
still so full of my cumb You murmur, curling your
fingers against that spot that makes me see stars. But
I think you need more, and I'm going to fuck
you until you can't walk straight tomorrow. You shift between
my spread legs, kneeling tall. Your cock is already rock
hard again, thick in veined, glistening at the tip. You
slap it against my clit a few times, making me
jolt and moan. Then you grab my ankles, pushing my
knees back toward my chest until I'm folded open, completely exposed.
Look at the sloppy little cunt you growl, rubbing your
cockhead up and down my slit, coating yourself in the
creamy mix of our earlier orgasm, dripping for me like
a desperate whre well, not another word. You thrust forward,
bearing every inch in one Bertle stroke. The stretch is intense,
almost too much after the first round, but the burn
melts into liquid pleasure as I cry out, nails digging
into your forearm as I bought him out, your balls
pressed to it's my tight ass. Fuck yes, I moan,
voice breaking. You don't give me time to adjust. You
start pounding me hard and fast, the wet slip of
skin on skin filling the room. Each thrust forces a
filthy squelch for my cumslip pussy. Your hands gripped the
backs of my thighs, holding me open as you rail me,
hip snapping with a punishing force. Take it, you grunt,
Take every fucking inch like a good comeslut. You are.
I'm already close again. My wall's flooding around your pistoning cock.
He lean down, folding me further, and capture one of
my nipples in your mouth. You saw hard teeth grazing
the sensitive peak. Then bite down just enough to make
me scream. The pain blues into heat that shoots straight
to my clip. Your paste never falters. You release my
nipple with a wet pop and straighten up again, one
hand moving to press down to my lower back so
I can feel your cock moving inside me. Feel that,
he demanded, Feel how deep I am? This pussy belongs
to me? Yes, yours, Yes, I sob. Tears of overwhelming
pleasure leaps from the corner of my eyes. Please I
need to come, Not yet. You pull out, suddenly, leaving
me empty and clenching around nothing. I whine in protest,
but you flip me over on to my stomach, and
one smooth motion, you yank my hips up so I'm
on my knees, face pressed into the pillow. As high
in the air, you slap my ass hard, the crack
echoing then again and again, turning my skin bright red.
I pushed back, desperate back for it, you commanded, rubbing
your cock between my cheeks. Please pluck me, use me,
fill me up again. I need your cock so bad,
you slam back inside with a satisfied groan, gripping my
hips hard enough to bruise. The angle is devastating. Your
cock drags against my g spot with every thrust, your
balls smack against my clit. I reach back, spreading my
cheeks wider for you, completely lost to the feeling. That's it.
Show me how much you love being my fuck toy.
Your voice is strained now control fraying. One hane snakes
around to rub my clit in tight circles. The other
fist my hair, pulling my head back. I'm shaking right
on the edge. Please let me come, Please come, you growl,
come all over my cock like a filthy girl. You
are the orgasm crashes through me so hard my vision
winds out. My pussy climbs down, glushing around you, squirting
silently with the intensity. You keep fucking me through it,
chasing your own release with short brutal thrust. You bury
yourself to the hilts and explode thick gropes of hot cumb,
flooding my spasming pussey so much immediately starts leaking out
and around your shaft. You stay deep, s grinding slowly,
making sure every drop stays inside as long as possible.
When the last shudder leaves you, you clapse over my back,
both of us panting. He kissed the nape of my neck, tenderly,
murmuring prays against my skin, My perfect girl, so good
for me, so beautiful. When fall apart, you ease out slowly,
and I feel the rush of our mixed calm dripping
down my thighs. He roll me onto my side and
pull me against your chest, spooning me once more. Your
fingers gently trace the soothing circles over my sore ass
and thighs, massaging away the sting. Soft kisses ran over
my shoulder, my neck and jawn. Rest. Now, you whisper
a voice full of love and possession. I'm not done
with you yet, but for now I just feel how
full you are, how owned. I melt into you, pussy
still pulsing after aftershocks, your fresh load of warm and
heavy inside me. My boy, He's exhausted, marked and utterly satisfied.
I drift again, safe in your arms, already wondering how
soon you'll wake me for round three. And that's it tonight,
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