Speaker 1: Hey there, my delicious Stevians. Welcome back to Nicky after Dark,
where we deep dive into your wildest confessions and make
them ep a hotter. I'm your host, sninky, and tonight
we're getting risky, sneaky, and downright filthy. Here are some
short teasers of what you'll hear in tonight's episode. A
scorching woolhouse encounter during the heat wave, she sneaks out
for relief in nothing but an oversized tea, only to
get pinned down and filled by her best friend's brother. Next,
a group hike turns into a pure betrayal when she
lets her boyfriend's friend bender over off trail, pounding her
raw while her man is just up the path. And finally,
a sweet study session with her roommate's hot older friend
turns dangerously sign it the second the bedroom door closes.
Stick around because these stories are dripping with tension. And
now I want to hear from all of you about
something a little different. What's the one place you've always
fantasized about having sex but haven't tried it yet? And
here's two more to think about. What about that fantasy
location is so exciting to you? The risk the setting,
the thrill of the possibly getting caught. Would you actually
try to make it happen? Or is it hotter when
some it stays delicious fantasy? Remember you can always drop
it in the comments, or you can send it to
me to Nikki and I k k y at darnyki
dot com, anonymously on our website through our confessions tab
at darnaky dot com. And while you're there, make sure
you slide into our discord for free Monday through Saturday
at eight p m Central Standard Time, where the nights
get even hotter. Confessions flow freely and I love teasing
your live all right, it's my favorite time of the show.
Let's get a little dirty with a fresh reddle. Why
did the woman push her car to a hotel and
tell its owner she's bankrupt? I don't remember they answered this, guys,
cause I'm gonna be just as surprised as you are
at the very versio. 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. Tierniki. I
met him at a crowded hotel bar after a long
week conference, the kind of night where the drinks flow
a little too easily and the flirting turns electric. He
was tall, confident, with that deep voice that made my
thighs pressed together under the table. We laughed, we teased,
and before I knew it, we were in the elevator,
his hands sliding up my thigh, under my skirt, fingers
brushing against my already silk pennies. By the time we
got to his room, clothes were flying. He pushed me
against the wall, kissing me hard. His hands were everywhere,
squeezing my tits, pinching my nipples until I moaned into
his mouth. I dropped to my knees and took him deep,
loving the way he groaned, and then tangled his fingers
in my hair while I sucked him slow and sloppy,
swirling my tongue around the head until he was raw,
hard and throbbing. He pulled me up, bent me over
the bad and slid into me in one smooth thrust. God,
he felt so good, thick, stretching me perfectly. As he
started fucking me deep and steady. I was pushing back
against him, mowing louder with every stroke, my pussy clinching
around him as pleasure built. We were right on the edge,
both of us, panting, his pace getting faster and more desperate.
I was so close, grinding back on him, begging for it.
D's when he leaned down, lips brushing my ear, and whispered,
we're about the fuck. Then I have to tell you
I'm married. My body froze for a split second, even
as my pussy fluttered around his clock. The shock mixed
with heat, making everything bill more intense. He didn't stop moving,
just kept sliding in and out, slower now, teasing, filling
you up or pulling out? He asked in his voice.
I didn't answer right away. My mind was spinning his
wedding ring, probably sitting on the night stand, some wife
waiting at home. Yet here he was balls deep inside me,
and it only made me wonter, the risk, the naughtiness.
It turned me on even more. I pushed back harder, whispering,
don't you dare pull out? He groaned, gripped my hips tighter,
and fucked me like he owned me, hard, deep, relentless.
Finally he came. I slammed into the hilt and filled
me with hot, thick spurts, pumping every drop into my
married stranger pussy while I came hard around him, shaking
and crying out. We collapsed together, breathing heavy, the reality
of what we'd done, sinking in. He kissed my shoulders
softly and said thank you before we both slipped away
into the night. Signed your secret hotel slut HM. Imagine
the thrill of a sudden confession right at the peak,
very dangerous, kind of filthy. I think I would have
gone with it too. I don't think I would have
had a clear head, I'll be honest to say, get
off of me. I think I would have told him
to continue and then just let him be his thing
to figure out. Did you ever see him again? Or
was it a delicious one time risk And what's the
hottest I married confession moment you've ever had or fantasized about.
Would you have told him to pull out or do
you crave their risky cream by too. I'd have told
him to come out to say Anne, drop your own
thoughts in the comments or again you can reach me
in my show notes. Dear Niki, the wife and I
had really hit it off of the new neighbors. It
feels like ever since they moved in next door, the
four of us spent practically every Friday and Saturday night together.
James loves barbecue, sports and knows a ton about landscaping.
Mel is super outgoing, incredibly cute, and makes the best cocktails.
All of us enjoying unwinding with a few drinks at
the end of the week, just hanging out. My wife
didn't ask me if she could tell Mel that she
keeps me locked in chastity virtually all the time. Before
they came over on Friday, my wife just grabbed me
over my pants. Mel was very curious about your little cage.
I looked at her with white eyes. She didn't let
go until she felt a slight twitch. As I strained
helplessly in my cage. She giggled and went to answer
the door. The first hour or so of hanging out
with James and Mell was typical. The women mixed up
some new cocktails or all of us while James and
I made small talk. In the back of my head,
I kept wondering if my wife had really told Mel,
and if she had how much just about my cage.
That we have a regular bull did Mel know about
my absession with my wife's feet. My wife and Mel
were giggling in the kitchen, and suddenly my wife interrupted
the conversation I was having with James. Hun Mel, and
James really want to see it. Instantly, I felt my
stomach drop into my throat. Um see what I already
knew the answer. My wife knew that too. She practically
skipped over to me told me to stand up. I obeyed.
She unbuttoned my shorts and pulled them down to my
ankles while I stood there motionless. Oh my god, it's
so cute. Mel broke the silence, her hand flying to
urban mouth. James just laughed, but I noticed he wasn't
looking at me or my tiny member in the pink cage.
He was staring at my wife. Okay, we had a
deal now. My wife was looking at James right in
the eyes as she said it. James stood up and
did his own pants and revealed the largest flaccid cock
I'd ever seen. He had to be twice the size
of our bull, who was already more than twice my size.
My wife looked mesmerized. Again. Mel broke the silence. I
told you, so, wait until you see it hard. It's
way bigger than the bull you were talking to James about. James,
let's show them what a real clock looks like. Mel
approached my wife as James sat back on the couch,
pants still off, Cooky, why don't you take a seat too,
Mel directed. I started to sit in the chair, and
I've been in before. No, no, no, no, your place
is on the floor. I've been dummed by another woman before.
I looked at my wife and she simply nodded. Mel
then grabbed my wife's face and started making out with
her passionately. My CAGs twitched hard. I glanced over at James,
who was now slowly stroking his massive cock. Mel slowly
stripped my wife down while I continued to kiss and
caress her. I'd never seen my wife with a woman. Here.
I was kneeling on the floor, looking up as she
was being expertly handled by one of the hottest women
we knew. I strained desperately in my cage. When I
looked down, I noticed a long string of precumb connecting
my cage tip to the floor. When my wife was
fully naked, Mel pushed her into her knees and guided
her between James's legs. James was now fully hard, thicker,
and longer than I could have imagined. My wife had
said a word since the star garded. Mel sat next
to James and called me over. She was fully clothed,
and so I wasn't sure what she had in mind.
Then she lifted her bare foot and commanded, both of
you start sucking. There. I was ah kneeling right next
to my wife, both of us on our knees before
our friends, who were sitting comfortably in our living room
above us. Moments after Mel commanded, my wife and I
dove in. I sucked and licked Mill's toes with desperate vigor.
The wet, gagging noises of my wife struggling to take
James's cock only made me work harder, taking more and
more of Mill's foot into my mouth. This went on
for about ten minutes. Mel would laugh and lean over
to shove my wife's head deeper into her husband's clock.
Every so often, she'd rip her foot with from my
mouth and just slapped me across the cheek with it,
leaving my whole face a wet, slobbery mess. When James
finally came deep in my wife's mouth. Mel grabbed both
of our heads and made us face each other. My
wife's make up was running down her flushed face, her
hair a wild mess. James's thick cumb hung in her
open mouth, dripping down her chin. I knew I looked
just as racked melt pushed our faces together, and I
eagerly sucked James's load from my mouth, gulping every drop
down as she moaned into the kiss she was coming. First,
I thought it was a messy cum kiss that pushed
her over, but then I saw she was grinding her
bear soap pussy against James's leg. Mel, touching herself over
her pants, looked proud and clearly came right along with her. Sorry, cuky,
Mel said, looking down at me with a wicked smile.
Maybe we'll let you come next time. She followed my
gaze to the floor. Oh my, I spoke too soon.
She spottled the puddle of cumb I made beneath my cage.
I wasn't even sure when I or gasthmed. I never
touched myself. The whole humiliating, intense experience had felt like
one long, ruined orgasm. Signed your locked neighbor.
Speaker 2: Cook, I ooh, I don't know if I could tell
a friend, if I had a partner that was and
that it just seems a very big step to take,
especially friends and stuff like that.
Speaker 1: I think that would have to be a conversation. Maybe
they had it. Who knows, right, Has anything else happened
with James and mel since that night? Or are you
too still aching for a round two? And what's the
most surprising reveal moment you've experienced in the lifestyle? Would
you've cleaned up that load eagerly if it had been
straight from the source? Again, don't forget drop it in
the comments section of our show, or you can always
email me ooh see, I told you we've got stuff coming.
Can you guys hear that you would have a little
d Yeah? Oh my? So do you you wear a cage? Correct? No? Okay,
I thought you did. Do we have a cock in
the chat? I'm guessing not. There was one time we
actually had two cocks at the same time. I was like, man,
this is time to have lots of cook or caged
people or you know, questions stories. We didn't that night.
I could see that I could see being in a
cook called play. Yeah, I had a caller years ago
that he loved when I would tell him that my
exploits I wasn't with anybody that because he would love
he always have told me to find somebody and I'm
just not that type of person, but because he would
love me to be on a call if I ever
got fucked. So the way I got around it was,
and it worked ish, was I won't pull up porn
and during the fucking sessions, and I would record the
audio of the porn so he could hear it. Yeah,
I know. I would tell him it was my friend
that recorded her sessions for me, that was in a
relationship with somebody. Yeah, And so I just did like that.
And so he would get to hear it and stay
cage and he would show me pictures afterward of him
leaking from his cage. So as the closest as vie
I've ever gotten to it. Okay, yeah, okay, that's right.
I know you changed it. Okay, Dear Mickey, you're sitting
at the end of the bed watching your boyfriend finally
fuck his best friend. It had been building for months.
The three of us had always been close, late night movies,
too much wine, lingering hugs that lasted a second too long.
But tonight the tension finally snapped. We were all a
little tipsy, laughing on the couch when your boyfriend leaned
over and kissed his best friend, slow and deep. My
heart raced as I watched their mouths move together, tongues sliding,
hands gripping each other, and like they'd been starving for it.
I didn't say a word. I just followed them to
the bedroom, my pulse pounding between my legs, and took
my place at the foot of the bed like a
good girl. Clothes came off in a heated rush. Your
boyfriend pushed his best friend on his back, spreading those
strong legs wide. I've never seen him so hungry. He
licked his clock with lube, lined himself up, and slowly
pushed inside. The moan that came out of his best
friend's mouth went straight to my core. Deep broken and needy.
My boyfriend's hips flexed as he sank all the way in,
groaning how tight and hot he felt. Fuck you feel
even better than I imagined, he growled, starting to thrust
long and steady strokes that made the bed creak. I
sat there, mesmerized, knees pressed together, fighting the urge to
touch myself. Your boyfriend looks up, powerful muscles flexing with
every thrust, one hand pinning his best friend's wrist above
his head while the other stroked his cock in time
with his hips. The wet slap on skin filled the room,
mixed with the grunts and the gasps. His best friend's
face was flushed, lips parted, and eyes rolling back every
time your boyfriend hit that perfect spot deep inside him.
I couldn't look away. The way your boyfriend's cock disappeared
completely between those chinks, though his balls slapped against him,
The pure lust on both their faces, it was the
honest thing I'd ever seen. My pussy was soaked, dripping
down my thighs, anching to be touched, but I stayed still,
just watching, breathing hard and clinching round nothing. Your boyfriend
started to flow harder, faster, leaning down to kiss his
best friend messily as he pounded into him. Had been
waiting for this for so long. He panted against his mouth.
His best friend went agreement, legs wrapped tighter around your
boyfriend's waist, pulling him deeper. When your boyfriend finally came,
he buried himself to the hilt with a deep groan,
filling his best friend's ass while they took shook. I
watched every pulse, every twitch, the way his best friend's
cock spurted across his own stomach, untouched. The site pushed
me over the edge. I came just from watching a quiet,
shuddering orgasm that left me trembling at the foot of
the bed. That collapsed together, breathing hard, then looked over
at me with a wicked matching smiles. Your boyfriend reached
out a hand, Come here, baby, your turn to taste
signed the dripping boy or girlfriend? Interesting? Eh reads like
a It does read like a fantasy, but I I
mean I can tell where they were going with it.
So something about watching, you know, would you watch your
other fulfill a fan? I mean, that's really what this
is about. Doesn't matter who it's with, right, So questions
for our author did you join them afterward? Or did
you stay in the boy roll the whole night? And
what's the hottest same sex moment you've witnessed or fantasized
about with your partner? I would love to watch. There's
something about I mean, within reason, right, but there's something
about watching somebody just let go and being there present
for their most intimate moment. I think as hot as hell.
So for my listeners, and some of you already answered,
would you rather watch, participate or direct the action? Next time?
Share your own filthy thoughts and our chat what you're doing,
or you can always send them to me directly. All
my links are in my show notes. Love watching the
wife be pleasured. I could see that, Oh say, I
told you won't be in the pool tonight, which is
fine because when I go to filter this, no one's
gonna know what thunder you guys. They won't hear it
because it filters it out, or at least will be barely, barely,
barely in the background. Dear Nikki, my new friend had
met Jim a few months ago and came over for
a movie night. In drinks, we got nicely tipsy and
the conversation turned to sex. She confessed that she had
only ever sucked dick because she was too insecure about
her big clit. I was genuinely shocked. She's hot as hell,
and I told her that she was being silly. It
was completely natural for some women, and she had absolutely
nothing to be insecure about. She started getting quite upset
and so my tipsy haze. I suggested it might help
her to see other women with similar bodies being lusted
after and thoroughly pleasured. I pulled up some videos of
women with big clits and all kinds of hot sexual
acts and kept praising how sexy and delicious they looked.
She seemed to relax a little as she watched other
women with the same anatomy being worshiped. After about five videos,
I admitted I watched them and had me craving sucking
on a big clit. She giggled and said there's one
right here. I told her not to tease me, and
she instantly went shy again. I asked if I could
see it, assuring her that it probably wasn't as bad
as she thought. After three quick shots for courage, she
pulled down her shorts and panties, but sat back on
the sofa with her legs pressed tightly shut. I told
her I couldn't see anything like that, so I gently
pulled her legs apart, bent them back, fully, exposing her.
She squealed and covered her face, whispering that she was
so ugly, but it wasn't not even close her clit
wasn't enormous, but it definitely was bigger than average, swollen
and proud, and her pussy was glistening with arousal, probably
from the videos. I was literally drooling heid her hands
from her face, looked her right in the eyes and
told her she had one of the most audible, beautiful
pussies I'd ever seen. I inched my face closer, holding
eye contact, waiting for permission. She gave a shy little
nod and hid her face again. I took her entire
clit into my mouth and sucked hard. The moan she
let out was pure heaven. I devoured her pussy like
I was starving, licking, sucking, flicking my tongue over that gorgeous,
swollen clit while sliding my fingers inside her so teet.
I kept telling her how fucking sexy she was, how
perfect her big clit felt pulsing against my tongue, how
I could eat her for hours. She came hard, shaking
and crying out, thighs trembling around my head. I didn't
stop until she was quivering a soaking mess. This morning,
she sent me the sweetest thank you text, saying she
felt so much more confident in herself and really hoped
she goes out and gets fucked good and proper because
she deserves it to feel that pleasure everywhere. Signed your
clit worshiping gem, buddy, I have never given another Well,
I can't say I'm all for positivity and stuff like that,
but I don't think I've ever told a woman your
clit looks awesome. That's not a conversation I've ever had
breast yeah, like thighs yeah, but never like a pussy
that kind of thing. Never really thought about it. So
have you ever seen her since that night? Or it
has this opener door for more play between the two
of you. And what's the most empowered body positive sexual
experience you've ever had or fantasized about? And ladies with
bigger clits do you love having them sucked and worshiped
like this? And guys and other women, what turns you
on the most about them? Drop it in our comments
or send your own sinful confessions straight to me. So
you like a big clip us? I I mean I've
seen them like, okay, So I don't have a big clit.
And you can ask if he's listening, he should be listening.
He can tell you. I don't have a big clit.
I don't. I have a tiny one, but it gets big,
not like enormously big that I have pictured in my head.
But I do have one of my laby lips a
lot longer than the other, and that drove me nuts
for the longest time. And I always thought it was ugly.
And I don't really don't even think about it anymore.
It is what it is. I'm not trimming it for anybody,
and it's not extremely longer, like doesn't hang out or anything.
But for a long time I was afraid them it's
gonna be like the big Dumbo years, except I'd be
like awkwardly walk awkward because like it was longer or something.
So I don't walk awkward. I am clumsy, though, but
it doesn't make me walk awkward by any means, do Nikky.
This happened over the summer, and I still get hot
thinking about it. I was staying over at my best
friend's house and everyone was asleep, but I couldn't sleep
because it was boiling hot. I snuck out to the
pool house in just a loose, oversized T shirt and
no underwear to cool off. I was laying on the
couch out there, completely zoning out, and started rubbing myself.
I was so into it, dripping wet fingers sliding through
my thick folds as I circled my swollen clit, letting
out those little quiet groans. The door suddenly clicked shut.
It was her brother, who had just cotton home from
the bar. I froze totally exposed from my legs spread
and my hand still between my thighs. But he didn't
look away, not or a second. He just locked the
door behind him, kicked off his shoes, and walked straight
over to the couch. If you scream, your friend wakes up,
he said in a low voice. Then he shoved his
fingers straightened my solk pussy. Before I could even process
what was happening, he flipped me over onto my stomach,
yanked up my hips, and drove his thick cock deep
inside me from a powerful thrust. It was so raw
and aggressive. He gripped my throat with one hand while
slamming into me so hard I was crying out on
the cushed copch cushions, my face buried into muffled sounds.
The risk of getting caught right outside the main house
made it ten times hotter. Every brutal thrust pushed me
closer to the edge, my pussy clenching around him as
he fucked me like he on me. I was dripping,
a whimpering mess, completely overwhelmed by how full he made
me feel. He kept pounding harder and faster until he
couldn't hold back any more. He rammed himself all the
way to the hilt and flood in my guts with
a huge, warm cream pie, pulsing deep inside me as
he groaned in my ear. He pulled out, slowly, leaving
me leaking his come straight down my thighs, and teld
me clean myself up and stuck back up to his
room like nothing had happened. I'd laid there, trembling, heart racing,
still feeling him dripping out of me long after he
left signed your risky Poolhouse Cream Buy. I mean we're
I mean we always assume if certain people are writing
in especially the person that it happened to, it's consensual.
So I mean, if it is that hot, like if
like here it felt like one hundred and five today,
I am not masturbating in one hundred and five degree
weather unless I'm inside in air conditioning. I just there's
something about it. I don't like to get sweaty. I don't.
I mean, if I do, I have to have a
shower afterward. Guys, I do. But it's I don't know,
it's just the ick kind of thing. But it always
amazes me that people were like, I was sweating and
I'm gonna masturbate. I'm like, really, that that's where you went? Okay,
So did anything else happened with him after that night?
Or did you too? Keep this a delicious secret? And
what's the riskiest almost caught sexual moment you've ever experienced
or fantasized about. Would you have stayed quiet like that?
Or does the danger of getting caught turn you on
even more? I mean, I don't know if I want
my friend finding out I was fucking her brother, but
that could be me. Oh I Darcy put this one
in twice, So hang on, let me take that one
outw It happened sometimes, Dear Nikki. I was still with
my ex boyfriend at the time. We were doing a
group hike with a few friends. I wore tight yoga
pants and a sportspra that barely held my heavy tits
in place. My ex was walking ahead chatting with the others,
while he ended up near the back with his friend Dan.
We were flirting the whole way up the trail, nothing crazy,
just teasing and playful banter. At one point we fell
pretty far behind the group. We stopped at a hidden
spot off the trail near some big rocks, and the
tension was insane. He looked right at me and said,
you know, I've always wanted to fuck you right. I
should have walked away, but I didn't. I pushed him
back against the rock and we started making out hard.
Tongues tangled, hands roaming greedily. He pulled my sports brought
down and immediately started sucking and groping my heavy tits
while I moaned like a whore. I was already wet,
my pussy was throbbing with need. I turned around and
pulled my yoga pants down just enough to expose my
ass and dripping slit. He slid into me from behind
with one smooth thrust and fucked me raw, right there
on the trail, while my ex boyfriend was somewhere ahead.
It felt so wrong, but so fucking good. He gripped
his hips hard and pounded me deep his thick cock,
stretching me perfectly. With every brutal stroke, my tits were
swinging and jiggling wildly. I had to bite my arm
to stay quiet as pleasure ripped through me. He reached
around and rubbed my swollen clit while growling that I
was tighter and wetter that he had ever imagined. I
came so hard my legs shook uncontrol, my pussy clenched
and pulsing around him. A minute later, he pulled out
and shot a huge load all over my ass and back.
We quickly cleaned up with some wipes, I had my bag,
fixed our clothes, and casually caught up with the group
like nothing had happened. My axe had no idea. I
spent the rest of the hike with another man's cum
drying on my skin under my clothes, feeling the filthy
and thrilled with every step. That night, when my ex
fucked me, I was still thinking about Dan the whole time.
I know it was wrong, but Jesus Christ, it was hot.
I still touch myself thinking about it sometimes. I wasn't
planning ever to tell anyone this, but here we are
signed your teasing trail side slut can you guys hear
me or we all hear or did the internet go out?
Just curious? Okay, well no, because I have music playing
in my ears to keep me on pace, and and
all of a sudden my music went dead. Quiet on that,
I'm just gonna keep reading busy stroking kit type, got it?
Got it? Okay, and slightly judging. Oh no, it's the
BRIT's fault. I'm gonna say it's his fault. It's BRIT's
fault getting fucked by your boyfriend's friend of the child.
I'm going to give her a pass because she said
X through the whole thing, So we're going to give
her a pass. Okay, you can slightly judge if you
want to us. Have you ever run into Dan again
since that hike or has it stayed a sizzling secret memory?
And what's the riskiest public or almost caught cheating moment
you've ever experienced or fantasized about. Would you have let
him come inside you instead? Or do you love the
mess of wearing his load like that? Drop your hottest
thoughts and confessions below. I do read every single one
of them. I don't know about on me like depends
where because again it's hot, you're hiking, so I don't know.
I mean, you're getting most of it right, So maybe
my mouth I would have done up my mouth, Yeah,
my mouth, That's where I would have gone with it.
Dear Nikki, I was with a guy i'd been sleeping with,
hanging out at one of his friend's houses, and drinking.
Eventually the conversation turned to blow jobs. His friend mentioned
he hadn't had a good one in forever. The guy
I was was starting to brag about how amazing I
was about giving had Hearing him talk me up like
that was turning me on more than I expected. Then
he told me I should give his friend a blowjob.
I was hesitant at first, but the alcohol and the
heat in the room pushed me forward. I finally went
for it. I dropped to my knees in front of
his friend and started soaking him. His friend was clearly
enjoying it, moaning and threatening his fingers through my hair
as I took him deeper. Then my guy came up
behind me, undressed me quickly, and pulled my ass up
and slid his cock into my soap pussy while I
kept sucking, the rhythm and tense getting fucked from behind
while my mouth was full. His friend soon blew a
thick load straight into my mouth. I swallowed every drop
and kept his heat my head in his lap, still
getting gently rubbed and licking his cock as my guy
kept pounding me harder until he finished deep inside me.
I got up on shaky legs and went to the
bathroom to clean up a little. When I came back
out and started getting dressed, both of them told me no.
They gestured for me to sit on the couch. His
friend immediately caught on top of me and slid back
inside my cum filled pussy and started fucking me. I'll
tell me how good I was at sucking a stick.
He fucked me deep and steady until he came in
me too. Then my original guy took his turn again,
using me just as eagerly. I felt like such a whore,
but I loved every second of it being passed between them,
filled and used, was filthy and thrilling in the best way.
Signed your drunken party whore, John kud party whore. I
like that, you know. I don't think I've ever been
with somebody that openly brags about, Hey, she can suck
cock like a you know, a fire hose got exactly
clean up time, so, oh, d you leave? He did leave? Okay,
So I have never been bragged up. But there was
a time I took a trip to Mexico, right, and
I was with my aunts, and I was in the
pool at I was in Cosmo at mister Sanchos, and
you know, they come around the pool and they have
the bar at the pool and whatever. And I remember
sitting there and we were already drunk, and I remember
telling the waiter that my my, my aunt could suck
so cock, so good, and he said how good? I said, well,
they designed the suction on a dice and vacuum cleaner
off her. I kid you not. The words came out
of my mouth. So she didn't go with him, needless
to say, but I was our wingman, our wing woman,
so you know, there we go. So you know, if
you need a wing woman that sucking dick, I'll be
your girl. That is my line, and I'll use it
for you too. Did anything else happen with him that night?
Or has this become a regular thing that you hang out? Right?
And what's the wildest bragging about you moment? That led
to something even hotter. Would you rather been the one
shared like this or do you love watching, participating and
sharing someone else? Drop it in the comments or send
those sinful confessions straight to me. Dear Nikhi. A few
years ago, a friend of mine approached me about the
possibility of having a threesome with him and his wife.
My first thought was no, I'd known them both for
years and they were good friends. After some thought in
detail conversations with them, I asked why they chose me
when they could have picked anyone. The wife said it
was because they knew they could trust me to keep
it strictly between the three of us. Through more private
talks with her, I learned the real reason behind her threesome.
Her husband had been cheating with another woman they were
both friends with. Knowing them, I was surprised. She had
always seem like an open minded, life of the party
type who would have been up for new adventures in
the bedroom. She admitted she wanted to try threesome for
a long time, but her husband will only a grief.
It was another woman first. This was her get back
after everything they'd been through with infidelity. She even told
me she might have entertained the idea with the other
woman if he had been honest in up front. Reluctantly,
I agreed. After discussing boundaries with her husband, we set
it up. A few nights later, I went over to
their house. We hung out, had some drinks, and asked
her if I had ever done a threesome before. I
told her yes, briefly sharing detais tales from years ago.
After more drinks, we moved to the living room when
her husband stepped downstairs for a moment, and I checked
in with her to make sure she really wanted this.
She told me she'd been thinking about it all day
and was ready. She's about five eight, with medium blonde
hair and athletic build, nice sea cup breast, and an
incredible ass that seals the deal. While her husband was downstairs,
she confessed she was nervous, but also excited. I reassured
her I wouldn't do anything she didn't want, but she replied,
that's the problem. I want you to do absolutely everything.
This is my night, and he can get over it.
I leaned in and kissed her. Within seconds, the heat
took over and we were going at it right there
in the living room. Her husband came back upstairs and
saw the arousal all over her face. Y'all didn't start
without me, did you, he asked with a laugh. I
joked that we might have had a little appetizer, and
we all laughed to ease attention. In the kitchen, she
started making out with her husband, then switched to me.
This went on for about ten minutes before she dropped
her knees and pulled both of our cocks out and
started sucking us. She alternated between us, taking us deep
until we were both row hard, and led us to
the bed room. I laid her down devoured her pussy
while she sucked her husband. She was absolutely soaked and
came hard all over my face. In no time after that,
she was bragging to be fucked. Her husband went first
in doggie style while she took me deep in her mouth,
giving me one of the best blow jobs I'd ever had,
all while keeping in tense eye contact. We switched places
about ten minutes. Right then, her husband's phone rang. He
had to take a work call, leaving just the two
of us. As soon as he stepped out, she looked
back at me and said, I've always known you had
a bigger dick than him. I want you to use
it on me. I told her that after I was done,
she'd be craving just to be me and her. Next time,
I slid into her and she gasped as I stretched
her out. After a few slow, deep pumps, I gave
her everything. She was moaning loudly, telling me no one
had ever gone that deep before. Her husband walked back in,
half hard in watching me fuck his wife while she
sucked him. She came twice more on my cock before
begging for a break. She had that dick drunk look
in her eyes as she sucked me again. Her husband
left the room once more. I asked if we should stop,
but she said absolutely not. I pulled her on top
of me let her ride me wildly while I played
with HER's tight asshole. As soon as I slipped a
finger inside, she came hard with a loud moan I'm
sure he heard. I fucked her from below until I
had her on the floor, covering her face with a
thick load. Just as he walked back in. She cleaned
me up, and then her husband got hard again and
played with her. Soon I was ready again too. She
called me over and we split roasted her until he
came deep inside her pussy and I filled her throat,
signed your trusted friend who helped her get revenge. I'm
surprised she let her husband be in on it. Honestly,
I figured she'd be like over the end of the Jayir, buddy,
you're cuffed, you know, Seriously, I'm honestly kind of surprised
that this happened. I do have to ask, though, did
anything else happen between you? Or was this like a
one time revenge thing? And what's the most intense revenge
or boundary posting sexual experience you've ever heard or had.
Would you have gone harder knowing it was a payback
or does the two or's the trust between friends at
its own special heat? Again, I think that'd be an
odd situation. I don't know if I could go through
with it after finding out it's our I'm getting back
at my partner because they fucked around kind of thing,
you know, just saying I don't know how I'm odd
about that, but I think it's odd. Don't get wrong, Tiernikki.
I've had a massive, completely hopeless crush on one of
my older roommate's friends for a while. He's always treated
me like a younger sister until last night. I was
dressing hard in the kitchen island over the upcoming exam
when he casually offered to come to my room and
help me review the heavily formatted study guide. The second
he closed my bedroom door behind us, the entire energy
in the room shifted. We sat side by side on
the edge of my mattress, but instead of looking at
the laptop screen, he kept staring at me directly. When
he reached over to tuck a stray piece of hair
behind my ear, his hand lingered on my neck. My
heart hammered so hard against my ribs I was sure
he could feel it. He didn't hesitate. He pulled the
laptop away and pinned me back on to the pillows.
His hands gripped my waist firmly. The contrast of his
cool hands against my flushed, overheated skin was an instant
sensory overload. Knowing my roommate was just down the hall
in the living room made every single touch feel electric, urgent,
and dangerously lot raw. We had to stay completely silent,
which made everything more breathless. He stripped my clothes off
in a frantic rush, and we spent the next hour
completely losing our minds together, moving from the bed to
the floor, biting our lips in each other, just heap,
stay quiet, his hands, his mouth, The way he filled
me again and again it was pure desperate heat. Every thrust,
every muffled moan, every stolen kiss while trying not to
get caught, pushed me even higher. By the time he
slipped out of my room later that night, I was
completely splin, ruined and staring at the blank notebook with
a smirk I still couldn't shake off. My body was
sore in the best way, marked by his touch, while
my roommate had no idea what had just happened right
down the hall sign your's secretly ruined roommate's crush that
shift from you know, being pinned down and having a
little fun, I absolutely like it here. Has anything happened
with him since that night? Are you hoping for round
two while your roommate's home or hopefully where you can
be loud in their way? What's the riskest right under
someone's no sexual moment you've experienced or fantasized about. Would
you silence the danger and make come harder, or do
you crave letting go and being lap next time job
in the comments, or send your own sinful confession straight
to me at Nikki in ikk y at dearniki dot com,
completely anonymous through the confessions tab at darniki dot com,
and I just might or read yours next woof. From
that risky throat grabbing pool house cream by to where
the fear of waking the house only made her wetter,
to the cheating hike where she took her boyfriend's friend
deep while still wearing his load for miles, to that silent,
frantic bedroom session right under a roommate's nose. Tonight's stories
are all about pushing boundaries, chasing forbidden thrills, and surrendering
to raw desire. What can we learn from them? Sometimes
the hottest moments come from the risk from breaking rules
and finally giving into an electric tension that's been building
for so long, whether it's a one time secret or
the start of something more. Owning your own pleasure, even
when it feels wrong, can be incredibly liberating. Just remember consent,
safety and protecting the hearts involved. Okay, it's time for
our reddal Are you guys ready? I'm gonna get a
boo you watch Why did the woman push her car
to the hotel and tell its owner she's bankrupt. Let
me know if you can ameerate it again. I don't
know if you and the brit would get this, and
JB you have to help out here. Do you need
it again? You know, if you're gonna listen, you should
tell the harem shush when we're doing riddles. Okay, I
worry one more time. Are you guys? Why did the
woman push your car to the hotel and tell its
owner she's bankrupt? Are we ready? I'm waiting as is
typing declaring chapter six or something. No, it's because she's
playing monopoly. I told you, I told you it was.
As soon as I saw the answer, I went, oh,
this is bad. Oh it's time for your naughty tucking.
You can start riding the riddles than John or her eyes. Sorry, okay,
you guys have me flustered. I need to find a
good one because I'm like a week now. Booze, I'll
have to go to bad Dad jokes or something. All right,
it's time. I can't believe you actually made it. Right's
still pounding room, sneaking out of the dorms. Sister Teresa
would have wrung my neck if she spotted me sliding
past the creaky old stairs, and if she knew it
was running off to meet you, expelled on the spot.
But I couldn't say no, not to my handsome boyfriend,
not when my every thought my head these days is
are you? How good you make me feel? I'm standing
here in the shadows of the chapel, my pleaded tartan's
skirt swishing against my bare thighs, knee socks pulled high,
white blouse buttoned primly on the top button inside. I'm
already aching for you, so I hear, I whisper, glancing
around the flickering candles and the heavy wooden confessional boos.
What sort of idea do you have? Your grin makes
my stomach flip like professional, No way, that's sacrilegious. God
is watching him there. The nuns always said so. But
you're giggling, pulling me closer, and yeah, it is fun
being naughty, really naughty. My cheeks burn as I let
you tug me intoe, the heavy wooden curtain whispering shut
behind us. It's tight, dark, the scent of old wood
and the ensignse wrapping around us like a secret, Our
mouths crashed together, instantly, frantic, hungry kisses. Your lips are
so warm, so insistent. I melt against you. My hand's
fisting in your shirt. We shouldn't be doing this. I
gas between kisses, but my body is already betraying me.
Your hands slide up under my little skirt, brushing the
sensitive skin of my snee socks, squeezing my thighs so
hard enough to make me whimper, the rough pads of
your fingers digging in, sending sparks straight between my legs.
You like the uniform, don't you. I tease, breathlessly, rocking
into your touch, The way the pleated skirt bounces, how
rides up and shows off my bare thighs. It's supposed
to make us look innocent, chase, not like this. You
grip me tight, pulling me flush against you. I feel
how hard you already are through your trousers only on me.
You're a charmer. My mother warmed me and both boys
like you because stever tongue sliding hot and wet. Your
mouth moves on my neck, sucking softly, and I moaned low,
tilting my head to give you more. It's so hard
to think. My nipples are already tight against my braw aching.
But then wait, we can't go all the way. I'm
still a good Catholic girl, saving myself for the wedding night.
My voice is shaky, but I trust you. I know
you'd never push me too far. Your hands keep exploring,
and I reach down, palming thrick bold straining in your sipper.
Oh it's so big. My fingers trace the outline, feeling
a throb under my touch. I rubbed slowly up and
down the shaft through the fabric, loving how you've groan
into my mouth on my fault. I'm just innocent, but yeah,
maybe I like what I do to you. The space
is so cramped. I shift, climbing into your lap, strowling
you face to face. My skirt rides up completely, and
your hands immediately squeeze my ass, fingers dinging deep into
the soft bare cheeks. Like this, I grind down, slowly,
rubbing my panty covered pussy along the hard wredge. A
franchion is delicious. My click catches with every roll of
my hips, sending little jolts of pleasure through me. I
can feel the heat of you, the way your cop
twitches against my dampening cotton. Take it out. I bite
my lips, shy but curious. The zipper sounds sound loud
in the quiet booth when it's springs frey, thick and havy,
the flushed head already glistening with a bead of creycumb
I wrapped my fingers around it, so warm, velvet skin
over steel. I stroke you, slowly, feeling every vein watching
more clear fluidly out over my knuckles. It's bigger than
I imagined, and you're leaking on me already. I keep
grinding now, with just my soak panties between us. The
fabric cleans my puffy lips. Sliding slickly over your shaft
as I rock faster feels good, doesn't it, My pure
white school girl panties, rubbing all over your cock each
pass makes my clip throp my breath coming in soft pants.
Your hands push under my blouse, popping buttons, lifting my
breast free from my braw The cool air hits my
stiff nibbles than your hot mouth, sucking one deep tongue,
swirling teeth, grazing just right, I cry out, softly, arching,
grinding harder. Ah, Yes, suck they've been so sensed, lady,
growing bigger, straining against my uniformal day though, what sounds
of your mouth and my tents mixed with the heavy breathing.
I'm soaked now, my panties are drenched, my virgin pussy
A king to feel more, but we can't, we shouldn't.
And footsteps someone entering the chapel. I freeze, heart hammering.
I whisper urgently. Your fingers don't stop. One hand pinches
my nipple hard, while the other rubs my clit through
my panties in tight, filthy circles. I clamp a hand
over my mouth, biting a back of moan as you
grind up against me. The risk makes everything sharper, the
slick heat between my thighs, the way my walls clench
around nothing. Desperate muffled whimpers escape anyway. The intruder lingers
then leaves. Thank god, that was so wicked. Once again.
When it's quiet, they say, kissing you fiercely, you almost
made me scream, but the thrill has me dripping. Your
next words made me tremble, just the tip to feel it.
I hesitate, then nod, lifting up on shaky knees. I
pull my panties to a side, exposing my smooth, glistening lips.
The thick head of your cock pressing up against me,
hot blunt, parting my slick faulds. Oh fuck, just the tip,
I breathe, sinking down slowly. The stretch is incredible. My
tight entrance yields, swallowing the swollen head with the wet pop.
I feel every ridge, every pulse is I rock slowly
coating you and my juices. Mm, it's so thicks, running
me open. The sensation is overwhelming, fullness, pressure, delicious friction
right where I need it. I'm panting, fighting the urge
to sink lower, but I can't resist. Have have we
just half way? O? K I lower more? Taking it deeper.
My walls flutter and grip so hot and slick around
your half length here inside me, but down all the way.
It doesn't count right. Your mouth is on my breast again,
sucking hard in my hips twitch. I slid down further,
then moore until ah, you're pared to the hilt, balls
deep in my innocent little pussy, so full, stretching me perfectly.
I can feel you throbbing against my servants, my clip
mashed against your face. Oh God, you're all the way
in me. I start moving, riding you in the tight
confines of the booth. What obscene sounds fill the air,
My creepy pussy sliding up and down your shaft by
as slapping against your thighs. You're not really doing it.
I'm still a good girl. But my hips roll faster,
chasing that building pleasure. Every thrust hits deep, rubbing that
perfect spot inside me. Bless me, father for ive cent.
I've owned a voice husky as I ride you harder,
confessing right there in the booth. It's been three days
since my last confession, and I'll let a point touch me.
I let him pull my panties aside and slide a
thick cock and my virgin count. Ah, it is fucking
me right now on holy ground. My breast bounce wildly
in your face as I bounce on your tick, the
wet squelching louder. He's crapping me, making me as a
little slut. I feels so good too, I can't stop.
My orgasm crashes over me without warning. My pussy claps
down hard around you, pulsing, glushing slick heat down your shaft.
I cry out, shaking, grinding deeper as waves of pleasure
ripped through me, glit throbbing walls and milking you desperately.
I'm coming. Oh God, I'm coming on your cock. I'm
still fluttering, breathless when I feel you speed up. No
pull out. You can't come inside me. Panic lust mix
pound you up in me. Please don't knock me up
the nuns. I can't, but it feels incredible. Cocks swelling
in my sensitive pussy. At the last second you left
me off. I dropped my knees in a cream pie space,
wrap both hands around your glistening veiny cock. I pump fast,
twisting my grip thumb, rubbing over the slippery head like this.
Come for me, baby, Come for your naughty schoolgirl. You've
grown in your first thick rub RUPs cross my face,
hot sticky landing on my cheeks and lips. More follows,
painting my nose, my chin, dripping down onto my sposed tits.
I taste the salty, musky tang on my tongue as
some slides into my mouth. Hmm, so much you marked me.
I sit there, panting, come dripping down my flushed face,
my pussy he's still clenching emptily. That was incredible. I
never knew it could feel like that. I kiss you softly,
tasting myself on your lips too. I have to stink
back before they noticed. I'm gone A thousand hell Mary's
for this at least, But I fix my uniform, wiping
what I can. I lean in close, voice low and
promising it'll be worth every penance for the next time.
Because I already know I'm gonna need you again deep
inside me, making me send even more. I slip down
the booth with one last shy, filthy smile just for you.
My body still hums with aftershocks come drying on my
skin under my blouse, a wicked secret as I hurried
back through the dark to the dorms. God help me.
I can't wait to do it all over again. Thank
you again for listening, my lovely erverts. If these stories
left you aching and inspired, send your own confessions, the
wilder the better to Nikki and I kkhy at Dearniky
dot com. Completely anonymous through our Confessions tab at Dearniki
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and the confessions fro flow freely until next time. Stay shameless,
stay wet, and keep those desires hidden in the dark.
This is Nicky signing off.