Speaker 1: Welcome back, you filthy listeners, to another steamy edition of
Nicky after Dark, the only place where your naughtiest secrets
peel right at home. I'm your host, Nikki, and tonight
we're diving deep into open marriage, forbidden crushes, power play fantasies,
and one very drunk just upon drink night that turned
into pure slut heaven. Buckle up, because I have a
feeling I'll be wet by the night. Here are three
short teasers of what's happening on tonight's show. A hot
wife who started her open marriage and quietly started winning
it by the time she hit six guys to her
husband's one, all while their bedroom exploded back to life.
A naughty princess who accidentally sent her daddy's lifelong best
friend of nude and ended up taking every inch of
his massive nice cock. A good girl who walked into
a pub for a drink with her Romanian girlfriend and
left with two loads of coum painted across her face
after getting tag team by two hot strangers. You might
need a cold shower after this. Just letting you know, John,
before we jump into a letters, I've got a question
for all of you listening tonight. What's one harmless boundary
that you've crossed in your sex life that ended up
locking a whole new level of pleasure or excitement you
never saw coming. And how did that one little step
change the way you see yourself in relationships? Drop your
answer in the comments, or you can email me to
Nikki and Ikky at deerniki dot com anonymously through the
website at darniki dot comments of the confessions tab and
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eight pm Central Standard Time for Nanny Shane agains with
other sex lordips just like yourself, And I'm here to
tell you sometimes it does get pretty wild. And it's
time for tonight's dirty sounding but actually clean riddle. Are
you ready? John? I'm long and hard, full of liquid.
I get shoved deep inside a warm, wet hole multiple
times a night. Sometimes I get sucked on. Sometimes I
get ridden hard until explode. People moan and bag for me.
When am I keep thinking about this one? The answer
does come at the very end of our show. You
right now? Well, you know when you jump in the
shower to listen, turn the shower to cold that I've
heard that helps 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
husband brought up sex with other people. I did not
shoot it down. I liked the idea. I've fantasized about
sex with other guys for years, and I'd come around
on him being with other women when he brought it up,
So we started at a point besided to open up
our marriage with certain rules. A few months later, he
told me how he met a woman and wanted to
have sex with her. I gave him the ok. They
got together during the day, had sex, and he was
pretty happy. They had sex a couple more times before
it died out. Turns out she was married. About a
month later, I decided to go for it and found
the guy on a dating side who sent me picks
up a pretty impressive dick. He liked me picks and
we made a date. I admit I went all out lingerie,
tight dress, hair makeup done. I left the house looking
and feeling hot as fuck. My husband sent me off
feeling a little jealous. Scared and later angry. He was
not as ready for me to fuck around as he
had been ready to fuck him round himself. The date
was good. We were both very keyed up, and after
two drinks we ended up in his car, where I
sucked his stick and we fucked I game three times yay.
The date lasted about forty five minutes to start to finish.
We kissed goodbye, he took off, and I went back
inside to have another drink. I hadn't even finished my
second when we scrambled to the car. While I was
having my drink, a guy bought me another. He joined me,
A much older guy around fifty five, bald, blue eyes,
tall and hell is sexy hed me left in a minute.
As he talked, I found myself attracted to him and
realized I was resting my hand on his leg. I
pulled away at first, after all, I was married, but
then I thought, wait, I can fuck whoever I want,
so I decided I wanted fuck him. He obviously wanted
me too, and off we went to his place for
a long night of wonderful sex. Lots of kissing, foreplay,
breast massage, pussy eating, dick sucking in some very nice orgasms.
For the first time in many years, I came with
a man wrapped around me, kissing and holding me. It
was much more affectionate than what I've been experiencing at home.
I got home very late, alied until my husband. The
date went well. We we went back to his apartment,
had a nice night of relaxing sex. I was not
going to tell him who I fucked two men in
the same night. Fits started followed. He admitted being angry
that I actually fucked somebody. He had too, but he
was having difficulty. I offered to go back to normal,
even though I didn't want to. He said, no, it
was his ishoe. Let's see how it goes. About a
week later, my husband was working late. I snuck out
to the bar for drinks and ended up in another
car with a guy for a quick blow job and
an orgasm. He rubbed out of me through my clothes
to keep it to myself. A few weeks later, Hub
asked if I had anything set up. I said no,
I was waiting for him to meet someone first. He said, no, worries,
go out if you want. I said, okay, I will.
I found three guys who were pretty interested, met for drinks.
We were in a hotel room bar. Hour later, fucking
and sucking. We finished, He headed out. I took a shower, relaxed,
checked on my phone, saw a message from other guys,
and since I had the room, I invited him over
more sax. Honestly, I was hoping he'd leave so I
could invite Number three, but he stayed the night. We
fucked again in the morning. Hub was peeped I stayed
out all night again. I only told him about the
one guy made it up to him at the nice
fuck where I was the aggressor. A couple days later,
I said, fuck it. Stop by Number three's house after
contacting him and fucked him too, and I didn't tell
so after a little while, I had sex with six
guies and been with one woman. Not that it was
a contest, but I was winning. In fact, I would
always win. Every time I wanted to get laid, I
could jump on an app or walk into a bar
and wait. My husband would have tapped to work at it,
so he'd only been with one married woman and was
working on another. I toned it down. A few months later.
Hub asked if I was going to go out any
more like before. I told him I was worried because
he hasn't met anyone. He said, go out. I want
you to. I like when you have fun. He said,
don't worry about him. If I was okay with it,
he might just go to a strip club. I told him, yeah, okay,
and go half fun. That night, I gave him great ad,
really sucking and massaging his balls, and he shot a
huge load. I felt great about it. Then I got
back on the horse. I went to the hotel bar
had a drink. An hour later, I was in bed
with a guy. Back downstairs. I caught the eye of
two guys who were together and started thinking, three guys
in one night, my first three son. It worked out well.
It took me a bit to get used to the
rhythm of two dicks and me at the same time,
but before long I was having the time of my life.
As always, I kept a details for my husband. Funny
thing though. A few days later he told me I
was looking sexy. Squeezed my ass in the kitchen and
the rest of the night kept touching me. He pulled
me down my shirt to suckle my boobs. An that
night he fucked me really hard, made me come like crazy.
Then twenty minutes later he fucked me again. He had
done that in ten years. This seems to happen every
time I have a date. I sneak out now an then,
but I'm not as lustful as first. I've been with
a lot of men now, so it's not the same,
but it's still fun. I also tell him about my
official dates and it seems to turn him on. He
gets excited, has become very playful, buying vibrators, he uses
on me, tying me up and wanting head all the time,
and fucking me silly me. Sleeping with other men has
awakened something in him. His desires o me more. He
gets especially hard when he knows I was just with
some one. Plus he's affectionate again, telling me he loves me,
kissing and hugging me while we fuck. It's so nice.
It's been a year and a half and he has
stopped ask me. I'll go out once a month or so,
and sometimes more. My official dates are usually every couple
of months, followed by weeks of my husband fucking the
hell out of me. A few times I got dressed
up went out but never met anyone. I just wanted
to get his engine all revving as the time goes by.
I'm getting what I need from him, just to prime
the pump with occasual outside bugs that honestly I do enjoy,
or just pretend he doesn't know the difference. He's asked
about watching me with someone, and that's a huge step.
Not sure yet if I'll do it. I'm loving the
sex with my husband and side fun, but I'm worried
finding the guy willing to have sex with me while
my husband watches may change the dynamic and ruin what
has been so far a great thing for us. So
that's our story. If you see me in a hotel bar,
please buy me a drink. Your hunt wife who's winning
in open marriage? Oh by your dream? Absolutely, just saying sure,
But I knew who you were. This was hot. I
loved how they thought it was. Oh goodness, I'm gonna
try your name? Hello? Is it oi amo? Wiyamo? I'm
really sorry? Can I call? Oh cool? Thank you? Oh yay?
How are you tonight? Well? Welcome? So this is kind
of how it goes by the way. I like that
they went from hesitant to thriving, well fire under the husband.
I think he switched though you know she didn't. She
stopped talking about him trying to find somebody and live
their sex life through her, and it sounds like he
was getting more turned on by the fact that she
was getting laid five ways to Sunday, you know, and
living out the fantasy through her and still reconnecting. I
did like how it rounded them together a lot. Would
this be mean? Eh? Maybe maybe if it turned him
really on, maybe I would had I don't know what
about you guys, would you go and try to hook
up with or make a hookup? I got questions from
my offer. What's been the absolute hottest, secret extra guy
you've had that your husband still doesn't know about yet.
Are you leaning toward letting him watch one day or
do you prefer keeping it apart, completely separate. I'm like
keeping it separate. I think they're hotter. I think she's
right on this. I think it'll stay hotter if they
keep it separate. Maybe I don't know, they might meet
the right type of person that you know they can
watch occasionally. And for my listeners, if you are in
an open relationship, who's had more success you or your partner?
And how has it affected the sex at home? Has
it made it better or has it windled or stayed
the same. You know how to read me. You can
follow the links in my show notes. Where are you from?
Oiya almo Oi to keep talking to you, so get
used to your name, OyamO. Dear Nikki. My dad has
always had the same best friend his whole life. He's
known the guy since they were two, and because I
saw him so often, I honestly developed a crush on him.
After hearing how much bigger black guys are down there,
I grew really curious, especially after seeing my dad's friend
change a few times. Like my dad, he wears tiny
whities too, but there was definitely a noticeable bulge size difference.
My Dad's bulge was okay, but his friend filled those
loose briefs up. So finally, a month ago, I sent
my dad a friend a text, acting like I accidentally
sent him my nude photo instead of someone else. He
thought it was funny and said it was okay. He
got a photo of my naked body and all he
said was you're beautiful. So I said, well you've seen me.
He replied, as long as you don't kiss and tell.
Then he sent me a picture of him in bed
with his briefs pulled under his balls, holding up a
big hard dick. It was huge, like nine inches, i'd say,
with a nice big mushroom head. The only hard dick
I'd seen before was the guy that took my virginity,
and his was small, white one. I confessed my crush
on him. He thought it was funny and told me
to come by his house the next afternoon, and I did.
Boy was that dick even bigger in person. I couldn't
believe I had a fifty four year old, huge black
cock in my mouth and then pussy. It was such
a tight fit. When I started to sit on it,
he said, wait, I need to get a condom. I
told him I was on the pill. He asked if
I was come table with it. I said, of course.
He blew a nice big load deep inside me. I
haven't gone back for more sex yet, but I've texted
him asking him if he wants to again. His reply
was yes. I told him Monday night, after band practice,
I can come over. He said, all right, and to
make sure I have cute panties on. Signed the naughty
little home wrecker. You know, I don't really consider home
wreckers unless he's married and that wasn't a thing. But
she could be laying on the fact that it's a
family thing. Maybe I like the risk on this, I do.
I like the size difference, especially if that's her first pigcock.
I remember my first. Everybody remembers their first type pussy, bigcock. Yeah,
it hurt. It really did. Sneaking around with the dad's
lifelong best friend taking that massive raw load. I never
snuck around with my he had friends or anything, but
I did end up finding out that I was hooking
up with someone that he worked with and quickly that
like completely questions for my author, what turned you on
more finally sucking and writing that huge black cock that
you fantasized about for years, or the fact that you
let him come deep inside you on the very first time.
Are you planning to keep this going as a regular
secret thing or do you want it to stay a rare,
risky hookup? And to my listeners, have you ever fucked
one of your parents' friends? How risky did it get
and did you ever almost get caught? You can tell
me your confessions at Nikky and Ikky at Dearniky dot
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naughty shenanigans with other sexploratives. Maybe even oh you had
to go well, maybe oh oi OyamO will come back sometime.
That would be nice to you, Nikki. I need to
confess this fantasy that's been consuming me all day. Here
it is exactly as it plays out in my head.
You're my secretary. You come in with a morning mail,
wearing a smart business attire, a black skirt ending just
above the knee, white blouse, navy jacket, and black thigh
high stockings and heels. Your red hair is pulled up.
You give me a prim smile as you hand me
the day's post. You turn on your high heels and
walk briskly out my door. My eyes linger on the
shape of your calves in the pert curve of your
rear as you walk back to your desk. We don't
have much contact throughout the day. I'm doing the host
of my own work on my computer, but as I
glance outside my office door, I can see you working
away at your desk. Your chair faces me and beneath
your desk, I can see your stalking legs mostly crossed
at the ankle, but my eyes caress up the length
of your legs, slowly traveling up your knee, thinking about
what treasures are out of my view. Imagining those legs
wrapped around me. Working is difficult. Later in the day,
I again admire you deep in thought. You're looking intently
at your computer screen, biting absent mindedly at your bottom
lip as you contemplate a problem. My eyes rest on
your full breast, nicely outlined by your blouse. I imagine
what your nipples look like. Are they pale, pink or
rosy rat? How long do they get when they react
when the feeling of a delicate tongue swirling, and the
feeling of the cool air on them when the tongue recedes.
The end of the day finally arrives. Everyone else has left,
leaving us alone. You stick your head in my door
and ask I fell be needing you any further today?
Little do you know that I've been needing you all day.
I ask you to come into my office and shut
the door. Get a worried look on your face, wondering
if you've done something wrong, whether if you're being let go.
You sit in one of the guest chairs facing my desk.
I can hear the swish of their stockings as you
walk through my office, your heels seeking into the carpeting.
I ask if you are like working for me, and
you smile, shyly, saying that you do enjoy it, but
you wish I was a bit more demanding, that I
wouldn't do much of my own work and would give
you more to do. What would you have me to do?
I asked, well, you reply, I wish that you would
use me more. I have many skills. I rise from
a chair and move from behind my desk to where
you're sitting. I left your chin so that we can
make eye contact and tell you there is nothing I
would like more than to use you this evening to
testa your skills. With the slight pressure under your chin,
your rise to face me. You are so petite and
so tiny. You come only up to my chest. I
reach back and under your hair, letting it flow down
your back. I pull you to me, feeling your full
breast against my chest as our lips meet, My hands
slide down your back, slowly trailing down to the tin
ass I've been thinking about all day. As our tongues
lightly meet and explore, your right hand slides to the
front of my trousers, feeling the effect you've had on
me all day. I'm fully erect and feel hard to
your questioning hand. Your left hand can lightly touch as
my chest as I break our kiss, leaning down to
lightly kiss the nape of your neck, unhale your scent,
smelling your natural aroma, tinge lightly with shampoo and perhaps
a light perfume. You pull away and look me in
the eye, silently ask me what I want. I fly
gentle pressure to your shoulders, and you know you dropped
your knees. Slowly unset my trousers. You reach in and
find my erect cock with your delicate fingers, pulling it
through the fly of my briefs and out in the
open air. You tentively reach out with your tongue, the
tip of your pink tongue lightly tasting a drop of
breecumb that has risen. Your mouth breaks into a small
smile as you taste me, and your right hand slowly
begins to stroke me. I tell you to suck me,
and you lower your mouth to my rigid offering. Your
mouth en blopes me only the head first. You can
feel how smooth the glands is, how engorged is become.
I groaned and feel your tongues swirl around my cock,
rubbing circles around me. My hands are in your hair,
and I gently earned your head forward slightly, telling you
to take more. I watch your lips slowly, wetly slide
down my shaft, feeling your tongue massaging the sensitive bottom
of my cock. You take me to the root, looking
up and making eye contact with me. As I feel
the head of my cock touching the back of your throat,
I know the excitement is too much for me to bear.
The mouth I have fantasized about is working magic on
my hard dick. I tell you that if you keep
this up, I will come. You just look up at
me and smiled devilishly, saying that's the point. Your head
bobs faster, and I can feel myself deep in your throat.
The wet velvet of your tongue is all over my cock.
Harder and faster you go. Your hand is fondling my balls,
and I start to hyperventilate and hold your head lightly
in my hands, fingers running through your hair, and almost
almost oh. I rubbed into your receiver mouth. Your eyes
pinned on mine as your hands milk me into your mouth.
I spent much, and you struggle to contain it. I
feel you swallow my essence, and your eyes never leave mine.
The rivlet of my cumb slides from the corner of
your mouth. I reach down with my finger and wipe it,
only to have you grab my wrist and take my
finger into your mouth. You suck my cum from my
finger as hard as you've just finished sucking my cock.
I'll need some time to recover before in steing inside
your body again, but I'll use this time wisely. I
gently pull you to your feet. I ask you to
slowly strip from me. You remove your jacket, revealing your hard,
nibbled breast against mer blouse. The blast is next, then
the lacy bra At first, you make to hind your breast,
but I tell you no move your arms. Your breasts
are delightful, small, with large nipples, hard with desire. Now
the skirt. You n zip the back and lower the
skirt to the floor, leaving you in lacy panties and
a high thigh stockings. I tell you to remove your panties.
Down they come, but the crotch clings to your sex.
Your juice is having permitted through the silkyer. Swipe them
down with your hand, But gravity can only do so much.
You must lift your first foot and then your left
remove them. I see that your light sparse tufts of
pubic hair your lips, and gorge with excitement. The light
catches the glimmer of your wetness that awaits my tongue
and my cock. Time to repay you for the great
pleasure you have given me. I lift you onto my desk,
the firm globes of your ass settling on the wood.
I kiss you deeply, then move my mouth down to
your neck, lightly kissing there as well. My mouth travels
to your breast and those pink, hard nipples. My tongue
circles them, and I gently buy those pencil orraslers. But
I have no patience for the slow seduction. I must
taste you now. I immediately move my mouth down to
your hot, humid opening and thrust my tongue inside. You
buck your hips upward toward my tongue. Surprised at my
sudden actions, I can taste you taste the aroused of
the exhilarating. My tongue lightly plays along your slit. I
want to sample all of you, but slowly, gently. My
tongue starts at your rear opening and runs slowly, wetly
through your labia and up to your gorge claittorus. I
find your glatorus swollen with desire, peeking from its hood.
I concentrate my tongue on your glatorus, circling it lightly,
and then I flick it very lightly. My tongue travels
back to your opening, and I curl it upwards to
massage or inner walls. Your hands come down to my head,
pulling me in your pussy. As you approach climax, my
tongue travels wetly back up to your clatorus, and I
gently lick your clead. Your breathing becomes deep, measured and labored.
Your stalking leg drapes over my shoulders, circling my neck.
Your aroma is driving me wild. I can feel my
cock thickening. Once again. You cry out, and I can
taste you even more. As moisture increases. You moan, your
toes pointed skyward, your hands rubbing my face onto your sex.
As your climax hits and rolls a minute or more,
you finally release me, my face glistening with your spendings.
But I'm rock hard again. No time for niceties. I
grab your ankles and place your legs over my shoulders.
You reach down with your right hand and collar the
mushroom of my head, of my cock on your outer lips.
Once seated, I push into you slowly. You're so but
you're so so tight. Our eyes never leave each others
as I push on until I can feel the end
of my cock bottoming out on you. My hands pull
your thighs closer to me. While still buried in you,
I grab the bottomed cheek and lift you from the desk.
Now you can feel even deeper. Slowly, I withdraw as
our gaze falls upon my shaft, leaving your clinging sacks.
My cock glistens in the light from your wetness. Back
inside again, I lean forward to kiss you deeply and
push your knees back against the breast. As I do
this pushes me even deeper within you. I can feel
your cervix at the end of each hard thrust. I
abruptly withdraw from you. You look at me with questioning
eyes and happy with the empty feeling inside you. I
spin you round so that you're now presenting that small,
shapely ass to me. Your breasts are pushed into the
dark wood of my desk, your nipples rubbing against the grain.
I admire your shapely legs and dairy air. Your pussy
opened like a blossoming flower above. That is your budded
rose of an anis. I drop to my knees and
pull open your cheeks, opening your secrets to my gaze.
My tongue tastes you again, running from your clittorus through
the engorged lips of your pussy. You gasp as my
tongue reaches the dimple of your anus, wetly running around
that tight aperture. It feels strange, forbidden, but good. You
push your ass back onto my tongue and whimper. I
rise and look down upon your offering, determined to heed
your advice. To use you, my white hand sharply smash
first your left rear cheek. Then you're right. I like
the view to white gloves that becomes soft pink. To
hear your intake of breath and soft moan as I
tap your buttocks with my open hand. You look back
over your shoulder, with your red hair falling casually around
your shoe shoulders and back, and say, fuck me. Thrust
deep into me and smell your seed within me. I
place the head of my cock into your wet slit
from behind and thrust all the way into your one stroke.
I hear the air leave your lungs as I begin
thrusting hard and deep. From the very beginning, you begin
to push back against me. As we build into a rhythm,
I catch you off guard by softly spanking you in
time with my strokes. We can both hear the moist
squishing of your pussy as I drive ever faster into you.
My eyes are riveted to your inner lips clinging to
my cock as I slice in and out. Your hands
steal down to your clestorus and crush yourself there, rubbing
circles around the engorged clit. As I thrust into you,
I gather moisture from your drenched sacs, from the pool
of fluid where we are joined. On my finger, I
run that wet finger in circles on one tight knot
of your anus. I slowly push my finger into your
ear opening up the knuckle. As I continue to stroke
in and out of your pussy, I can feel my
cock sliding against your pussy walls with my finger inside
your clutching asshole. You're breathing as ragged as you come.
I can feel both your passages squeezing me. You're urging
me to come to spray deep inside you, but I'm
not finished with you yet. I slowly pull myself from
the sheath of your pussy and move my wet cockhead
to the target a lighter higher. You sense what I'm
about to do. You're uncertain. You want it, but it
seems taboo and will it hurt? You? Sway your rear end,
seemingly both inviting and teasing me, but also seeking the
escape at avengel penetration. I place my right hand to
the small of your back and hold you firmly to
the desk. I lean forward and whisper in your ear.
Do you want this? Don't you you want to feel
me filling you up in the most private of opening.
When I feel my thick cock stretching your virgin asshole,
don't you? You raggedly whisper, yes, yes, I do. I
stand to my full height behind you, one hand still
holding you to the desk, while the other hand brings
my stone hard cock to your anus. The whole looks
impossibly small, but I'm determined. My cock is still very
wet from your sexual secretions, and my previous tonguing has
left your opening wet with my saliva. I pushed forward, slowly, determinedly.
At first, no progress is made. Then you begin to
open for me. Slowly. I enter you, my eyes fascinated
by your opening, swallowing the head of my cock with
a pop. I'm just past the head. The sexy whimper
you allowed as she felt my first entrance makes me
want to push all the way in at once, but
I will wait. With one hand still the small of
your back. I take your long hair in my hand
and gently pull so I was not to hurt you,
but to cause you to arch your back. With your
back arched, your ass is fully presented to me, and
I thrust forward, slowly, entering you inch by inch until
you can feel my balls kissing the lips of your pussy.
I hold still deep within you and let you adjust
to me. You're breathing rapidly and deeply. You look back
over your shoulder and tell me to fuck you hard
and quick. I do just that, filling you with us
slow hard strucks, accelerating more frantic thrust. Your fingers again
are at your sex, one hand rubbing your glatorus, while
the slender fingers from the other side in and out
of your tunnel. My breathing becomes labored. The tight velvet
of your rear passage is becoming too much. I'm going
to come in just a few more thrust. You come
loudly as you can, since that I'm near. I can
feel your wetness run down in your thigh as I
plunge deeply into one more time and I explode. You
can feel my cock swell and rub my seed deep
inside you. I hold myself inside and you feel the
spurts the contractions of my cock as I empty myself
inside you. I collapse on your back and we try
to catch our breath. I slowly pull my cock from
our clutching rear with a soft but audible pop. The
collapse onto the one of the guest chairs and admire
your red and bottom as you're still draped over my desk.
Our mixed juices flow from your openings and drip down
your stockings, the gleam of white of our emissions to
a stark contrast of dark stockings form your halo of
red hair. And I hear your voice. Will you require
anything up else of me today? Sir? I reply, nothing more.
Today a good day's work. We might need to catch
up on some other things ever the weekend, though, be
here at ten, Signed the boss who can't stop imagining.
Oh my, did you write this? Okay, John, They'll sleep
in the shower. Yeah, this was hot. This, Oh gosh,
whoever wrote this? Oh my goodness, this was so deliciously
detailed and dominant. You hit. If I had to write
a fantasy, you hit it. You absolutely hit, especially a boss,
secretary or boss whatever, you know. Only thing she went
under her desk, That's the only the little tiny detail.
Other than that? Is there anything I can do for you? Sir?
So yeah, this is ooh hmm. It's question how long
are you even fantasizing about this? With that with Maytan?
Do I really want to know that question? And would you?
Oh goodness, Darcy, I don't think we should ask this.
You're good for navigeny st John, I'm here for I
feel you and I don't even spoke. Okay, dar spit
the sense we're gonna ask, would you ever risk turning
this into reality? Or does the forbidden fantasy make it hotter?
Shame on you and for anyone else listening. What's the
one office after our scenario that always gets you going?
Spill your own confessions, even if they are about me
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my my, Maybe it was him, he said, Sandy's never
written in though, so I don't think it's him. Dear Nikki.
Friday evening, I went to the pub with my Romanian girlfriend.
I was trying to get her to drop some slutty confessions,
because this girl has stories. She's been one of the
biggest factors in my evolution in the last couple months,
usually playing the double on my shoulder whispering do it
be a whore? We met a couple guys and chatted,
especially one let's call him Mark, who was super cute,
and the conversation flowed nicely. Of course, most of what
had me super drunk. Only after two pints in Omohito.
I'm a cheek to get drunk, complaining to him about
how I used to be a settled down good girl
and now I'm just a slut and it's all my
girlfriend's fault. Obviously, we have a pathetic moments, don't we.
As the pub was closing, Mark offered to extend the
party at his place. Carmen, my Romanian girlfriend, had already
found the guy she was going with, and I was
hesitant whether to go with him or head home, But
of course the devil on my shoulder was like some
fun girl, let it go, already, just fuck him and
go home. Fast forward to his place and the bottle
of light line later. We were making out of his
sofa and I got my hand deep in his jeans
holding his stick, which was already dripping. I take it out,
and just as I'm about to go down and taste it,
I see movement in the kitchen. Open play a living
room plus kitchen. I freeze and see a guy drinking
water wearing only boxers. He notices us too, and we're
stuck in this awkward moment for a second. He finally
says sorry to bother us and wasn't supposed to be
in but plans changed. I was still looking at him,
and while Mark was definitely cute, this guy is hot,
he says, don't mind me and honestly drunk and horny
as I was, I just started stucking Mark's stick without
a word. He gets super hard, immediately pushes my head
down and swearing quietly with delight. Then he lifts up
my dress. I was wearing a skinny khaki dress now
braw gee string and high heels, and spanks my ass
a couple of times. She's not very shy, is she
the other guy? Let's call him, Steve says. Mark replies,
not really, she's quite slunny. To be fair, Maybe you
can join me after you finish with Mark. Steve asked,
I reply, ask if he often ends up fucking his friends.
He laughed and says they don't mind exchanging girls or
sharing them. They've done it a couple times already. Mark says,
enough with the sucking, let's fuck huh. I turn around,
and he puts my panties to the side and eats
my pussy and ass for a while. I'm moaning while
looking at Steve as he has a big bulge easy
to spot through his boxers. I lick my lips and
look at him invitingly. He already knows he comes closer.
As Mark starts to fuck me doggie style, I moan,
but my mouth quickly gets filled with Steve's thick, slightly
curved deck. He smells amazing and has loads of comb,
which I happily lick off. Then grass my head sticks
it in and starts facing fucking me. My eyes roll
back in delight and choke on his deck, letting me
spit a drip from his sides of his mouth. They
both drop a bunch of swears, mostly calling me there,
bitch and horror, which only turns me on more. Mark
is constantly spanking my ass to the point where it
really hurts but also feels so good. We flip and
change posisions a couple of times. At one moment, I'm
on my back with legs spread on their couch, head
tilted back with Mark's stick down my throat. The next time,
jumping on Steve's deck, trying to stuck Mark. Then I
just lie on my belly as they take turns fucking me,
and I lose track of whose deck is inside me.
I'm a total slut. Heaven. How many times did I come?
Hard to say? It felt like one long wave. I
literally blacked out a couple of times, feeling like just
a little more than and I exploded. Mark comes first
while Steve is fucking me from behind, and I'm playing
with his balls, stroking his cock. When he starts to shoot,
I try to take it my mouth, but there's too
much and I'm too late. I get some on my mouth,
most of it on my face and chin. He leaves
to smoke on the balcony, and Steve doesn't care. He
just keeps fucking me. I ask Steve as he's about
to come soon too. I can see he is. He
knows is my face covered? And come? As I turned
back to ask where he wants to finish, You're like, come,
don't you bitch? And I just moaned positively. Uh do
you want to blow job? I ask and smile, knowing
what's coming. He tells me to kneel on the floor
and sits in front of me. I starts stroking him
and spitting on his deck. He grabs the head, pushes
my head down and face fucking me while holding my
head so he king look at my face. My eyes
roll back again as I feel his come pumping into
my mouth. I start choking a bit, but he holds there,
moaning loud. After a few seconds he lets go. I
drop onto my back on the floor, gasping desperately for air.
His com drips from my mouth because I couldn't swallow it.
He brings me cold water and I drink one go.
Mark comes back and ask if I'm fine and just smile.
I really stinks. When I'm in the bathroom looking in
the mirror, I've come on my forehead, cheeks and chin
and tits. My mascara is ruined, My lips and pussy
are swollen. His hell, my ass is red. Jesus, I
am a slut. If I told you a few months
ago i'd do that, I would have just laughed. I
washed my face and think about what just happened. If
I wasn't so tired sore, I would have turned on
me again right there. It still does to this day.
When I come back, Mark is already asleep on the
couch and Steve helps me find underwear. Somehow I ended
up under their couch. We exchanged numbers and I have
almost as soon as I'm dressed. The uber driver asked
if I had a rough night you yours and filthy
memories the drunk pub slut. Well, hello there guys. Hello?
Uh is it your initials GNU or is it good
New sixty eight? How are you doing tonight? I am
hopefully two for two and good names. I know we've
done this one. I don't know why. I'm I have
to ask Darcy White put that one in again. I
don't think my opinions changed. This is wild. This is
definitely a good girl gone wild energy here, you know.
And I like that just because the roommate came into
the room getting a drink of water. She was like, yeah,
you can watch me suck and fuck you. I don't care,
and he can join in. I mean, how drunk do
you have to be over? You know? But I'll have
to say being not only pubs I've had privy to
you to go to were over in the UK obviously,
And the pint is a pint and I am a
weaker drink drunk than she is because I'm in love
with her. Gen phizis over there and I'm not a
gin person, but it does make my panties, mutt, I
will say that. Yeah. Questions for you, though, how soon
after this did you tell your remaining girlfriend Karma every
detail the next morning just saying did end up texting
Steve or both? For around two And for anyone that's
still listening, what's the sluttiest I was just going for
one drink night you've ever had. Drop your confessions below
in the comments, or you can always send them. All
My links are in my show notes. I guess he
just kind of stuck around, didn't say hi? All right?
That happened? Oh. From a hot wife who discovered that
our outside avengers actually saved and super charged her marriage,
we learned that sometimes giving each other freedom can bring
you closer than ever as long as you communicate, even
if you keep a few delicious secrets. From the princess
writing Daddy's best Friend, we're reminded how powerful long held
forbidden crushes can be and how hot the risk can
make everyone feel. From the Boss Secretary fantasy in my
own hypnotic office Domination, we see how power teasing and
total control fantasies can be insanely intense, whether they stay
in your head or carefully come to live and from
our drunk pub sluts, Sometimes saying fuck it and letting
your inner horror come out for one night creates memories
that still get you wet months later. The biggest lesson
from tonight sexual exploration, whether solo with your partner's knowledge
or delicious secrecy, can be transformative, addictive, and life changing,
as long as you stay safe and listen to what
actually turns you on. And now it's time for your rental?
Are you ready? Let me read it again for you.
I'm long and hard, full of liquid. I get shoved
deep in a warm, wet hole multiple times a night.
Sometimes I get sucked on. Sometimes I get written hard
until I explode, and people moan and bag for me.
What am I a tongue? No? You thought you had it,
didn't you? Shall I read again? Okay? I'm long, hard
and full of liquid. I get shoved deep inside a warm,
wet hole multiple times a night. Sometimes I get sucked on.
Sometimes I get written hard until I explode. People moan
and beg for me. What am I a pen. It's
a pen, a pen like a writing pin. So it says,
I don't know where I got this one. Do I
have to fire him for getting retels? No, because if
I choose a bad one, then so's all, well, it
can't be tongue, because then it would be naughty, and
this is supposed to be clean. I can kind of
see it until what's the part? I was like, what
I get the I'm long and hard, full of liquid.
I get that I get shoved inside a warm, wet hole.
Multiple that's the part. I'm like, hmm, Sometimes I gotta
be tough. Okay, we'll go with John's answer. It was
a tongue. Yay, John got one. So if anybody ever
says that John didn't get one, I'm like, mmmm, yeah,
John didn't get one. It was tongue. I read that wrong.
Pen was spelt tongue. That night, I swear hands to heaven.
Yeah you have got and several. Okay, it's time for
your naughty tuck. And I slammed the office door behind me,
the click echoing like a starting pistol. My spiral earring
slung as I turned, catching the light and my matching
contacts made my eyes look like twin voltreks, already pulling
him in. Professor Harlan sat behind his desk, ty loosened
and eyes wide, with that delicious mix of fear and
hunger he always tried to hide. We need to talk,
I said, in a low, sweet voice. He gave me
another at my last assignment. I know I didn't deserve it.
He swallowed hard. I could see the bulge already forming
in his slacks, pasatic delicious. I sauntered closer, hips rolling,
letting my short skirt ride up just enough to tease
the lace tops of my thigh eyes. What did you think, Professor,
I'm some evil mind control that I'd leave you alone
just that kept handing me grades. He tried to stand,
but I planted my palms on the desk, leaned in cleavage,
spilling forward, sit down. He dropped back into the chair
like a puppet with cut strings. I pulled out the
antique pocket watch, letting the chain spill through my fingers
with a soft metallic whisper. The clock on the wall
ticked steadily in the background, tick, tick tick. I set
the watch on the desk between us, not swinging it,
just letting it rest there like a promise. Relax, ire
heard circling the desk until I stood behind him. My
breast brushed the back of his head as I leaned down,
lips grazing his ear. I'm not going to hypnotize you
with it. Not yet. Oh wait, you were not a
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of the perks. So tell me you're gonna slip behind
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for more details to links in the show notes. Thank
you so much for being here with me at Nikki
after Dark. If these stories got you hot and bothered,
send your own confessions to Nikki and Ikky at deerniky
dot com, anonymously through our website at darnickk dot com
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and even sweeter sinners. This is Ninki signing off.