Speaker 1: Hey, you filthy animals, Welcome back to Nicky after Dark,
the only place where your darkest secrets feel right at home.
I'm your host, Nikki, and tonight we're diving deep into
confessions that are equal parts shocking, soaked, and sinful. Here
are your teasers of what you'll hear tonight. A nineteen
year old beach bar server gets absolutely destroyed by our
new entire crew in the back of a storage room
after closing. A nervous girlfriend lets her boyfriend watch as
much bigger men stretch and fills her for the first time.
And a mother in her fifties ends up in a
private room at a male strip show with her mid
twenties daughter. And thanks, get really filthy, and You've been
warned this episode might make you aroused just a quick
little because I've been getting these questions here or there lately.
We're currently running a six to ten week turnaround on
your confessions and stories airing right now. I'm recording from
mid June as we speak, so things are heating up
nicely behind the scenes, but I'm asking you to be
patient with me and us or just us period. I
promise I'm working through them as fast as I can,
and trust me, it'll be worth the weight, and I
can't wait to share your naughty secrets soon before we
get into the full stories, I want to hear from you.
Here's tonight's listener's question. What's something sexual that you've done
that felt completely out of character for you in the moment,
but you secretly loved every second of it? And tell
me what triggered that wild side and would you do
it again if the right opportunity came up. Drop your
answer in the comments or send them to me directly
at Nikki in Ikky at deerniki dot com, anonymously through
the website at deerniki dot com under the confession stab,
and again join us over on our discord channel Monday
through Saturday eight pm Central Standard Time. Poor all the
juicy secrets are spelled. Do you have a moment dape
any moment that mine? I think it goes back to
the one time I was actually aggressive and took control.
It was at one of the last parties I was
at and I wanted to dance or as he puts it,
a smooch around the floor, And normally he's not, but
we ended up doing a smooch around the floor, and
I tell you what, that made me so horny. Not
only that, but I feeled very sexy, in charge and
definitely had my way with a ladder, that's for sure. Well,
what about you anything, I'm waiting for your typing, typing, typing, typing, typing.
All right? Well, while you type that, how about we
do our dirty rental. Remember it sounds filthy, but it
is absolutely clean. Here you go, take off my coat,
then eat me? When am I? And keep that serny
mine guessing and the answer will come at the very
end of our show. Your graduation day, a few weeks
of being an adult and the lady checking me out.
I really wanted to fuck her that day, but I
ended up fucking my girlfriend at the time, just thinking
of her. Nice, if you had a chance. How do
you like when you masturbate to it or when you're
fucking or was fucking your girlfriend? Did you ever think
of how it would play out? You know what time
it is, It's time to sit back, relax. Let's have
a whiskey with some filthy cherries, of course, and explore
some erotic fantasies from people just like you and me.
Dear Nikki, I'm nineteen and just finished my freshman year,
and I'm back home working at this beach side bar
for the summer. It's loud, sweaty, and pulsing with that
non stop party vibe, salt air mixed with spilled beer
and coconut sunscreen. I'm a server, dashing around in tiny
shorts that ride up my ass, dodging drunk guys who
grab me while I carry trays of sticky, sweet cocktails.
The tips are great, but last night everything changed. I
work with this tight crew, three guys and one girl,
all in their twenties or early thirties. They're flirty, handsy,
and I already knew they hooked up with each other sometimes.
Last night, after closing, the music was still thumby glow.
The air was thick with the smell of spilled liquor
and sweat. Whisky guy scruffy beard always smelt like oak
and smoke, started teasing me about how I teased the
customers and my shorts. The tattoo girl, confident and smirking, said,
but you'd be fun to play with, tipsy and bold.
I shot back, shy me. The next thing I knew,
we were locked in the dim back storage room. The
air was hot and heavy, smelling of cardboard, spilled vodka
and pure lust. Whisky guy pulled me into a stack
of crates, the rough wood biting into the backs of
my thighs, his beard scratching my neck as he kissed
and bit me, his big hands roughly squeezing my tits
through my thin tank top, thumb circling my hard nibbles
until I whimpered. I was soaked, my pussy was throbbing.
Tattoo girl grinned and yanked by shortstown. The cool air
hit my wet thong before she pulled it aside. Two
of her fingers slid into my dripping cunt with a wet,
obscene sound, pumping slow then fast, with her thumb unrubbed
on my swollen clit. I was moaning loud, the sound
echoing off the concrete walls. Nerdy guy unzipped and pulled
out his thick, veiny cock, already leaking freecumbe. I leaned forward,
still getting finger focked, and took him into my mouth.
The salty taste of him filled me as he cripped
my hair and thrust deep, hitting the back of my
throat until spit ran down. My chin and tripped onto
my tits. Whisky guy moved behind me, ate my thong
fully aside, and slapped his thick cock into my pussy
in one hard stroke. The sudden stretch made my cry
out the dick in my mouth. The sound of my
ass slapping against the hips filled the room. Wet, rhythmic, filthy.
Tattoo girl dropped to her knees and started licking my
clip in vast, hungry circles. Well. He pounded me, her
tongue flicking against the shaft every time he pulled back.
I came so hard my vision went white, my pussy
clinching and gushing around him, legs shaking uncontrollably. Nerdy guy
groaned and pulled out, painting my face with thick ropes
of hot comb that ran down my cheeks and dripped
on to my lips. Whisky got growled and unloaded across
my ass, the warm cumb sliding down my thighs in
sticky trails. The ripe guy flipped me over the crates,
My cumb covered tits pressed against the rough wood. He
drove in to me so deep I screamed. The wet,
squelching sound of my soaked pussy, echoing with every brutal thrust.
Tattoo girl grabbed my face and kissed me hard, her
tongue tasting the come on my lips while he fucked
me senseless. He finally buried himself deep and came inside me,
flatting my pussy with pulse after pulse of heat. I
was trembling, dripping, a whimpering mess. We all collapsed in
a sweaty, laughing pile. The room smelled like sex and sin.
This morning, I'm deliciously slore. My pussy still tingling and
leaking a little when I move. Every time I see
them at work, I blush and feel myself getting wet again.
They're acting normal, but that hungry look in their eyes
say they know exactly what I am. Now. I'm scared,
but I'm already so thinking about closing time tonight. Is
this normal? Am I crazy? I don't know, but I
had to tell someone yours. The nineteen year old beech
bar comes slut, Hello, beach bar, how are you? I
liked this summer hotst trist ish in various places at
work added sensory details. The sounds, the smells felt like
I was right there watching you know, the storage room
gang bang felt very vivid. I could kind of maybe
see myself doing this. And the question for you, what
censory moment hit you the hardiest when you replay it
was the wet slapping sound in the green pie tattoo,
girl's tongue on your clip while you were getting railed,
or the taste of cume while making up with her.
Have any of them said anything dirty to you today?
Or is it just charge stairs and tension? Are you
secretly hoping they usually again tonight after closing. I'm gonna
think you are, but that's me. We want to hear
from you and for my listeners. Have you ever been
the new young one who got absolutely used by the
entire work crew like that? What's the filthiest after hours
work experience? You've had? The smell, the sounds, and taste
that will make you throb when you remember them, spill
every dirty detail. I'm listening. Uh, it was hot knowing
that older women were checking me out at the restaurant
that day. She let me know about it, got up
a few times and had to check her out. It's
funny because you know, when we think of a moment,
it's easy to have on our spank bank, and the
situation or role that we would want could change from
time to time, right, So I was just curious if,
like when you were fucking her masturbating, would you know
had it play out? I guess you know, was it
always the same memory or you know, fantasy memory or
did it change here there? Mine not? Was always usually
basic the same, but there might be a detail here
or there that I might it might change, you know,
Dear Nikki. I woke up at five this morning, super
fucking horny. After giving myself two orgasms with my fingers,
it still wasn't enough. The driving force behind it all
was the naughty things my besty night did yesterday afternoon.
Now that we're finally reunited after two weeks apart, we
were so come drunk when we said good night and
went to our rooms. I managed a few hours of sleep,
but when the craving for her touch hit me hard,
which is unusual because I'm typically the one dominating her.
After two more orgasms that barely took the edge off,
I was running out of options, so I grabbed my
old reliable B B T harness and wearing nothing at
all because foot clothes I crept into her room. Her
door always stays open, so I slipped inside quietly, set
the strap on on the night stand, and slid under
the covers with her. The bed creaks like the sun
of a pitch. I think she was faking so sleep
because the second I nuzzled against her, her hands shot
straight to my boob and squeezed it aggressively. There was
a quick, sleepy discussion mouth time. I told her we
could make it quick and I just needed to come,
and that I was going to ride her. All she
had to do was put the harness on, and she did.
Seconds later, I mounted her. I rode her wild, dancing
hard on that thick cock while leaning forward and squeezing
her breast. She spank me, slipped finger into my ass,
then eventually put her hands behind her head and just
watched me use her. After a couple of minutes, I
was right there. I sat up straight, tilted my head
back and panted that was I was coming, and let
the orgasm crash through me. When I finally looked down,
Besty was out cold again. She had been only semi
conscious the whole time. I lifted myself off the beebe
left the harness on her and went back to my room.
I couldn't really sleep after that, so I got up
around seven to edit client photos and started making breakfast
for us around eight. The smell of bacon always wakes
her up. She walked into the kitchen where still wearing
the harness, and found me in nothing but an apron.
She spanked me playfully, bit me over the counter, and
ate me out while a food finished cooking. She's doing
the danishes right now as I write this, and next
it's the shower time where we plan to clean off
the BBT after making it a little creamier. First yours
in soap sheets and Mornings Sin, this is hot. I
I don't think I've never had anybody sneak into my
room where I was staying and take advantage of me
like this. Mental note right goals the casual needy. I'm
just gonna use her while she's half a sleeve. Deliciously selfish,
but I like it right, making up desperate for your
favorite person and writing them or let them take advantage
of you? Yes? Please? And for our Morning Sin author,
how long have you and your bestie had this kind
of open, come drunk dynamic? Was this the first time
you woke her up specifically to ride her while she
was still mostly asleep. What's the hottest part for you?
The stinking in the ride itself or morning after breakfast
pussy eating? And for my listeners, have you ever been
so horny you just crawled into someone's bed and used
them with consent? Obviously? Tops Do you ever get desperate
enough to flip the script and need to be fucked
instead of always being in control? Tell me your greediest
morning stories you know below at Nikki at Nikky at
darnegy dot com, anonymously through the website at darniki dot
com under the confession stab and join us over on
our discord channel Monday through Saturday, live ad free eight
pm Central Standard Time. Come Mimi, say hello and listen
with other fellows exploratives. Dear Nikki, My wife and I
role play hot wife and MFM scenarios often, but we'll
probably never actually do it. It's still so much fun.
Yesterday I told her she was a bad girl in
an amazing dream I had, and she said she wanted
to hear all about it, So I wrote this for
her based on the dream and flushed it out. We
were without kids on a short date trip with just
the two of us in a new city. We had
dinner and ended up in a hotel bar having flirty
conversation about fantasies. We were on vacation after all. We
circled back to the topic of you trying out other
guys with my permission, maybe being far from home and
made you bolder. You teased me that I was all
talk and would never let you go through with it,
that I'd chicken out. I laughed and told you that
you were much more likely to chicken out than I was.
You looked me dead in the eye with a challenged
gaze and said, try me. I was skeptical, but this
could be fun. I tell you, okay, make this a
little game of truth or dare, see who chickens out first.
You say that's fine and look at me like you
don't think this is going very far, but you'll humor
me anyway. Truth or dare Truth. I look round at
the bar, about twenty people, a few single men, some couples.
I ask, are there any men in here that you
would consider attractive enough to have un no strings attached
fling with? You discreetly scan the room. Your eyes keep
landing on the friendly old waiter with the French accent.
Then there's a sudden, rowdy commotion at the entrance. About
fifteen guys come barreling in, loud and laughing, pushing tables together.
They're a college baseball team in town for a tournament.
You say, what did you ask me just now? Well,
staring at them like you want to peel them right there?
I repeat the question and you answer, yeah, just out.
Any of those guys had just walked in, but especially
that one, that one, that one. Pointing to three prototypical
young buff baseball players. The timing is perfect. The players
ordered pictures of beer and settled in. A DJ starts
playing the energy rises, and a few girls join them.
The bar quickly feels more like a club. What's next?
You ask? Truth? Or there? Dare this time? I dare you.
The next time one of those skies head to the bar,
you go order a drink too, and smile at him.
You give me a smug, too easy look, But no,
it'll make you nervous. Yet the second one of them,
the guy you first pointed out, gets up. You pop
up without hesitation and walk straight over. I watch you
stand beside him. You order your drink and jat you're
laughing together. When you come back and look proud and
say that boy is from Windsor. His name is Jason.
He's twenty two, and I would be lying if I
said I wouldn't want to fuck him. The confident, matter
of fact way you said it floors me in the
best way. You keep pushing. Give me another one. We continue.
You pick the top three. Jason and his two friends,
one black, one half Asian, all young, strong and competent.
You bite your lip while looking at them. Next, dare
I lurk at the back and watch you go flirt
with one of them. You walk straight over. They pull
up a chair for you, and you sit with three
of them holding court, laughing, touching their arms and shoulders.
Your flirting is on fire. Later, in the hallway outside
the washroom, I pull you aside, stunned. Who are you
and what have you done with my wife? You tell
me everything, how they thought you looked like their coach's
hot wife, how they poured your beer, how one of
them held your hand on his arm, and you looked
into their eyes. When I asked if your pussy was wet,
you meant it with a shy, splaugh fuck you. We
make out hard in the hallway. My hand slips inside
your pants and feel how soaked you are. My fingers
slide into your dripping pussy while you whimper. Just as
you start clenching, footsteps force us apart. You rejoined the
guys and you text me, I need another dare daddy,
I dare you to get one of them to dance through.
You grab Jason's hand and pull him to the dance floor.
The energy is electric. When Sean Paul comes on, you
start grinding hard on him back to his front. His
hands are on your hips and waist, his lips grazing
your neck as he whispers in your air. You lost
in it. Later you text me the truth. He told
you how bad he wanted you to take you upstairs,
h up your clothes off, bend you over, and fuck
you hard. You didn't stop him. Urn reached back and
rubbed his cock through his pants while he kissed your neck.
When you asked what you were thinking about while you
were dancing, you confess you weren't thinking about me at all.
Just how good his strong hands felt pinning you against him,
how much you love healing his body you feel guilty,
but you also want to go back to our room
and fuck right now. And that's where the dream ended.
Yours and filthy fantasy. The lucky cook who watched his
wife come alive. Ooh this is hot.
Speaker 2: Oh my god, I haven't even read the rest of
the show, and I think I found my favorite for
the night. Ooh, it's a lot near eh, just saying oh,
this was a very slow burn hot wife confession. The
way she went from Shai Wai two confident Vixen in
one Night is incredibly hot. That hallway fingering scene while
she was already soaked from flirting. Yeah, definitely.
Speaker 1: Question for our lucky cook, what was your wife's favorite
part when she read it? Has this story led to
even hotter role play sessions? And would you ever want
to write a version where she actually goes up stairs
with Jason. I kind of like this though, because like
it leaves where the fantasy can go in anyway, Like,
you have a good plot going so far where it
can turn into her going up with Chasin. It could hurt.
I mean, it could go all the way up to
her taking the whole baseball team upstairs. Let's be honest,
and I liked that it left it open. So what
a great place to kind of come awake, right, she said,
Come for my listeners. Have you ever played truth or
Chair with a partner that escalated as much? Would you
want your wife to grind and get whispered journey promises
like that on the dance floor? Tell me how far
are you'd letting go? You know you can always send
them to Nikki and Ikkhy at Dearniki dot com anonymously
through the website at darniki dot com under the confessions
tab don't forget. Join me over on Discord Monday through Saturday,
eight pms Central Standard Time for other filthy stories, just
for people like you, Dear Nikki, Every single word that
leaves your lips is pure fucking sin. The way your
voice curls around each syllable, low and husky, dripping with
that velvet rasp. It doesn't just reach my eyes, oh no,
it slides straight between my legs like a warm, wet tongue.
I swear the second I hear you say my name,
or laugh that little, soft, breathy laugh, or even just
whisper something innocent, my cock throbs so hard it ACKs
chills explode down my spine, racing over every inch of
my skin, until my whole body is covered in goose
bumps and my balls fell tight and heavy with need.
Your voice is sex, raw, wilthy, addictive sex. I can't
help it any more. I have to let go of everything.
The moment I'm alone with your voice. At night, when
the house is finely quiet and the lights are out,
I slip under my sheets, completely naked. I put your voice,
your moans, your whispers, your teasing little giggles, and I
struck myself slow and deep, just like you're right there,
breathing into my ear. I close my eyes and imagine
your lips brushing my neck. Will you tell me all good?
I feel my hand moves faster, slick, with pre comb,
matching the rhythm of your words, until I'm shaking, biting
my pillow to stay quiet, and finely exploding all over
my stomach in thick, hot ropes while your voice keeps
talking me through it. I come so hard my vision blurs,
whispering your name like a prayer, over and over, lost
in that perfect, filthy bliss. And then there the afternoons,
when the house is packed with people and I'm supposed
to be normal. I can't. Your voice hits me out
of nowhere, and maybe a new audio snippet, maybe just
replying your words in my head, And suddenly I'm rock
hard again, leaking, desperate. I lock myself in the bathroom,
heart pounding, pants shut down around my thighs. I stand
there with one hand braced on the sink and the
other rapped tight around my throbbing clock, jerking furiously while
your voice plays low through my earbuts, I picture your
mouth saying every dirty thing I wish you'd moan just
for me. The risk makes it hotter, the voices outside
the door, the chance someone might knock while I'm free
anticlarly pumping, ball slapping, pre come tramping into the tiles.
I bite my bloody trying not to grow in your
name as I shoot load after load into the toilet
or my hands, knees buckling, body shuddering with a kind
of orgasm that leaves me dizzy and panting against the mirror. Nikki,
your voice owns me. It makes me come undone every
single time, no matter where I am. I'm addicted to
the way it makes my body burn and my mind melt.
I need it. I need your voice yours in the dark,
aching and leaking for you a come drunk stranger. Well
hello there. Oh well, if people pop in the chat,
they're gonna see that, you know, just let you know.
I'm blushing. These always killed me. How I doan?
Speaker 2: Are there?
Speaker 1: Eh?
Speaker 2: No?
Speaker 1: Well I knew it was in here. I actually thought
you're hanging? Really? How long are we hanging? Are you
tied up against? There? Are we just kind of you know,
asking for a friend. There's gonna be a few that
texted me earlier that said they're gonna miss tonight. It
is gonna be really kicking themselves, be waiting for their
messages privately or in the room tomorrow or somewhere in
the our channel. Well, since you're right here, you'll need
to take care of yourself later tonight. Okay, Well, since
you're right here, I never really get to ask anybody live.
Is there civic mode whisper or laugh of mine that
instantly wrecks you. I'm blushing because I finally get to
ask somebody live. And if you're listening, you can go
over Tarah chat or discord channel and go to Nicky
after dark. If you're listening, like the next day, and
you'll see who I'm talking to what he's saying. So hint, hint,
unless he deletes it AND's that's up to him if
he wants to. Oh you love to hear me say daddy? Huh.
Let's see. Well, I don't know John loves pussy, you
love daddy, and someone else I know loves Vica. So
do you want to play with mine pussy? Daddy? How's that? Eh?
I'm blushing so hard. I don't think the a strawberry
is redder than I am. Right now, all right, for
everyone that's listening, have you ever had to sneak away
because my voice or someone else's made you too worked
up to function? What's the riskiest place you've ever touched
yourself while listening to me? Tell me my replies or
just email them to me. All my links are in
the show notes. Shame on you. You have me blushing, Dear Nikki.
I'm always a little nervous at the start of a gangbang.
My heart races, my stomach flips, and the second guessing everything,
wonder if I can really handle it, they look stupid,
if it'll be too much. But the second the clothes
come off, the cocks get hard and something switches in me.
I open up quite a bit once I see them
stroking those thick, robbing decks, watching them leak pre come
while they look at me like I'm their next meal.
All that shy hesitation melts, My pussy gets soaked, my
mouth waters, and I turn into a total slut for them.
I drop to my knees without being told, sucking, stroking
as many as I can reach. I spread my legs wide,
beg them to fill me, let them pass me around
like their share toy. I take cock after cock in
my mouth, pussy an ass, sometimes two or three at once,
moaning like a horror while they use every hole. The
nervousness disappears completely, and all I want to be is covered,
filmed and fuck senseless until I'm shaking and tripping with
their comb. It's like I have this secret switch, nervous
good girl on the outside and greeny cock hungry gangbangs
slut on the inside, signed nervous butterflies and dripping surrender.
I sometimes wonder where Darcy comes up with. These names
are very creative. I do like this confession, though, the
contrast between pre gangbang. I would think even if you're
a seasoned gang bang person, I would think that you
would have you would have some type of butterflies. I
would think a full on cock drunk mode, fuckable, relatable
and hot. Once the close at the floor, it's easy,
you know, Once you get in the groove of things,
the real you comes out, you know. Question for my
nervous butterfly, how many guys is the sweet spot for
you before that switch fully flips? What's the one thing
they can do right at the beginning that instantly turns
your nerves into pure hungry? And has nervousness ever been
so strong you will almost back down, only to end
up taking it harder than anyone? And for my listeners,
do you ever get nervous at the start of a
group play to are you bold from the first a second?
What's the moment that makes you open up and go
full slut mode? Tell me your hottest nervous to come
dump Transformation. You can send them over to me and
follow the show links in our notes. See, abe, you
have me so flustered. I am backwards talking over here.
Shame on you. No, you're not You're not sorry. One't bet.
That's all I'm gonna say. Right there, Deerniaki. I've been
thinking about you all day, touching myself already, and it's
not even enough. My pussy is aching, swollen and dripping
what I fingered myself, rub my clip, and he even
used my favorite toy, but nothing satisfies this deep, throbbing need.
Now all I need is your tongue on my pussy.
I want you to be teeten my spread thighs, looking
up at me with that wicked little smile before you
lean in. I need to feel your warm breath teasing
my soaked lips. Then the slow, flat drag of your
tongue from the entrance all the way up to my
swollen clit. I want to taste how fucking wet I
am for you. Lick and long, lazy strokes that circle
my clip faster, sucking it gently between your lips while
you slide two fingers deep inside me. I want to
hear you moan against my pussy, feel your tongue fucking me, flicking,
devouring every drop. I'll grab your hair and grind against
your face until I'm shaking, soaking your mouth and chin
while I come hard, screaming your name, please, Nikki, I'm dripping,
just typing this. Come bury your tongue in me and
I don't stop until I'm trembling, squirting mess signed your
secret admire girl begging for your mouth. I've never had
a girl beg for my tongue. Hey, did you collab
with someone, a woman and write your own letters to me?
I'm surprised Darcy didn't say anything about this one. Okay, no,
yours I put in. I didn't read it, but I
put in myself. This one Darcy put in and didn't
tell me, because sometimes when I get ones like these,
he'll say, hey, you have an admire and you'll just
kind of say it like that. But no, I have
to say. She is the first woman to beg for
my tongue. I mean in the letter that is, she
went straight to the point, though, so fucking needy. There's
nothing hotder than someone who knows exactly what they want
my tongue, very deep, licking and sucking until I fall apart,
or maybe even just sucking a nice art cock. What
do you think? Ah? Questions for my offer and they're
not in the room. How long have you been craving
my tongue? Specifically? Would you want me to tease you first,
edging you until you're begging, or dive straight in and
make you come fast and hard. Have you ever had
a girl eat your pussy? That's good. I think A
is begging for us to get together as long as
he gets to be in the room. Question for my listeners,
what's the one thing you're aching for right now? My
tongue me to suck your cock, lick your fingers? Or
is it something else you want from me? Have you
ever been so worked up you had to beg for
it like this? Tell me what you need the most.
My ears are opening and you can always send them
to me at Nikki in Ikkhy at Dearniky dot com,
anonymously through the website at darniky dot com under the
confession stab and don't forget. Join me over on discord,
where you can flirt with me live Monday through Saturday,
eight pm Central standing time, standing standing. That's see, you
two have done it. It's your fall day. You started
this mess. I would love to see a girl go
down on me too, just Sam, it's kind of hot.
I've been having that fantasy lately, you know. And I'm
here in the I can see clearly now you know
heard that again this morning. I'm just saying, I don't
know what it is about that song and me at Orgasming.
I will never know, Dear Niki. When my boyfriend first
told me he wanted to see me with another guy,
I thought he was joking. He brought it up once
in bed, saying how hot it would be to watch
me get taken by some one else. I rolled my
eyes and laughed, but the way he said it made
me realize he wasn't kidding. He kept bringing it up
in small ways until I finally asked if he really
wanted that. He admitted he did. He wanted to see
me get fucked by some one else while he was watching.
It felt so insane to even consider, but the more
we talked about it, the more curious I became. I
started thinking about what it would feel like, the rush
of letting some one else use me while my boyfriend
was right there. The idea scared me, but it turned
me on too. It finally happened one night when we
were out with friends. There was a guy I had
always noticed, taller and bigger than my boyfriend, the kind
of guy I secretly thought about when I touched myself.
My boyfriend caught me glancing at him a few times
and later whispered, if you want him, I want to watch.
My stomach flipped. I couldn't believe we were actually doing this.
We invited him back. I was nervous as hell, but
once we were in the room, things moved fast. He
pulled me close, kissed me rough, and before I knew it,
I was on the bed. I looked over at my boyfriend,
half expecting him to stop us, but he was already
stroking himself. Eyes glowed to me. The guy slid into
me slowly at first, but he was so much bigger
than I was used to. I gasped, grabbing the sheets,
my body stretching around him in that perfect mix of
painful and unbelievably good. My boyfriend groaned when he saw it,
jerking himself harder. Locked on the way, I struggled to
take every inch. Once the guy picked up the pace,
I couldn't hold back my moans. He held my hips
down and fucked me deep, every thrust, making me jolt.
I kept looking over my boyfriend, seeing as twist with
lust and disbelief. He kept muttering, fuck you look so
good like that. It was overwhelming, being filled so completely
while my boyfriend sat in just away stroking his cock.
To the sight of me getting used. The risk, the pleasure,
the guilt, the raw size difference, it all hit me once.
My body shook and I came harder than I had
in months. The guy finished inside me, flooding me with
hot come. I felt it leaking out of my boyfriend's moaned,
and I finally came all over his own stomach. Afterward,
I expected guilt, but instead I felt powerful. Seeing how
turned on my boyfriend was watching me get fucked and
filled by a bigger cock rewired something in me. Now
it's all I crave myself constantly thinking about that night, stretch,
deep thrust, my boyfriend's hungry eyes on me the whole time.
That night changed everything. I thought it would be a
one time thing, but now I need more. Signed yours
stretched and dripping. This is hot, I love. It seems
like a hot wife fantasy, lightly or kind of cranking
up the heat, but more of like a slow burn.
Like you know how I always say, you put a
lobster in and let it come up to boil. It's
like that, the moment when nervousness turns into pleasure power,
especially with your boyfriend right there stroking to the side
of you. I would love that. I always thought it
would be hot to like have your lover laying in
front of you and you're sucking his dick while you're
getting railed from behind. But yet it's just I never
in my head, it's never about the guy behind me.
It's about the man in front of me. You know,
like we're connected, but he gets to see his personal
porn right there. I mean, if you sent to it
all questions for my author, what was the most intense
part for you? The initial stretch when he first slid in,
feeling him come inside you, or locking eyes with your
boyfriend while it happened. Have you ever done it again
since the first night? Does your boyfriend want to watch
you take it even further next time? And for my listeners,
have you ever watched your partner get fucked by some
one else or been with any one else getting watched?
What surprised you the most about how it felt, the jealousy,
the insane arousal, or something else. Would you want to
be the guy bigger like this in the story? Tell
me your hottest or scariest first time hot life COUK experiences.
Follow the links in our show notes. Dear Nicky, this
happened some years ago and I've never told as Aul.
I don't want to give exact details, but I was
over fifty at the time and my daughter was in
her mid twenties. During the day, our bachelorette party group
went to a spa, then out for dinner and drinks,
and finally to a male strip show. We were already
pretty tipsy by the time we got there. The show
was wild. I never imagined seeing all those women screaming
and touching men in public. Near the end, as the
strippers got off the stage and came into the crowd
for tips, two of them approached our group. Everyone cheered
as they went up to my daughter, so one gave
her a dollar bills which she slipped into their thongs.
They moved down to the group and most of the
women touched their bodies, a couple even touching their penises.
I just put my hand on one guy's ams briefly.
He took my hand and made a big show of
kissing it like a gentleman before moving on. A few
minutes later, two of the other strippers came over and
asked if we wanted shots. A couple of us, including
my daughter and me, agreed. I bought the shots while
they sat with us. Then they started saying the bachelolaurette
needed a private dance. All the girls cheeriers. I got
uneasy and said no, no a few times, but one
of them asked, is this your mom? Everyone screamed yes,
and he said mom needs to come chaperone. Somehow that
made sense in my tipsy mind, like I was there
to supervise, so I took his hand and we walked
backstage with them. They took us into what looked like
a manager's office, a desk with a computer, a couple chairs,
and a couch. As we entered, the guy I was
with squeezed my butt and it turned me on so much.
One poured me shots while the other turned on the music.
The first song was Aerosmith's I Don't Want to Miss
a Thing. They had us sit in chairs next to
each other and started dancing. Their thongs came off and
it began touching his and his penis. At one point,
the other guy picked up my daughter. She wrapped her
legs around him and they started making out. My guy
turned my face back to him, forcing eye contact. We
started kissing intensely. He touched me all over, sliding his
hand down my shirt and feeling my breast. Then there
was a knock. A third guy came in and went
streaked for my daughter. She kissed him back with hesitation.
Suddenly both men were all over her, hands down her
shirt upper skirt, taking turns kissing her and thrusting their
cocks in their face. My guy turned my chair so
I couldn't see them and gently pulled my head towards
his clock. I started sucking him. I could hear my
daughter boning, and that set me off. I just let go.
Next thing I remember, she was bent over the desk
getting fucked. Things became a blur after that. I was
on my back on the couch getting fucked and coming
over and over Before he came inside me. They kept
switching a new cock in my mouth or pussy. Even
a couple minutes. I asked how my daughter's pussy tasted
while sucking her juices off a cock. They'd been sober
either side of the desk so we could look at
each other while getting fucked. I saw her face scrunch up.
She came. One stripper told my daughter up, your fiance
looks like me, right before coming inside her. They picked
us up both and fucked us face to face with them.
Most of all, I remember my daughter's moans and whales.
I still think of that that sound most, and it
turns me on so much. When you finished, they gave
us to owls to clean up. We been back there
for forty five minutes. When we returned the group, the
place had mostly emptied out. No one asked what happened,
but I could tell they knew. A couple days later,
my daughter called wanting to talk about it. I said,
I have no idea what you're talking about. She said, okay,
and that was that yours in secret, the mother who stills.
Here's the moans. I think is.
Speaker 2: The most taboo thing we've done. I don't My miles
are varying on this one, but just because it's taboo,
if you would replace her with one of the other
friend's moms, then I might be okay with that, right,
But I'm not the young woman anymore, so I guess
i'd be the one getting railed. I don't know.
Speaker 1: Again, my miles are varying on this, but they are
all consenting adults and they're not hurting anyone, So that's
their story on mine. Right question for my author, does
your daughter think you know or actually remember or do
you think the I don't remember a thing? Was the
shut the fuck up between the two of you? For
my listeners, have you ever been in a situation where
family bounderies blurred in the heat of the moment? Would
hearing a close family member moan while getting fucked turn
you on or freak you out? And what's the most
forbidden sexual memory you still masturbate too? Be honest, you
know me, I wont the dirty truth. You can always
send them to Nikki and Ikkhy at derneyka dot com,
anonymously through our website at darneya dot com under the
compassion stab and join us over on our discord channel.
You never know what you're going to hear. This is
one hell of a show from a nervous nineteen year
old who turned into a cumcovered bar slut in the
storage room to a hot wife who got addicted to
bigger cock while her boyfriend stroked himself watching all the
way to our forbidden mother daughter's strip club night. This
still make her throats drob years later. Ever, single one
of these stories proves the same thing we including the
I want to fuck you kind of thing we got right,
or please eat my pussy. We all have a hidden side.
The shy ones become greedy, the good one becomes filthy,
and sometimes the most taboo situations unlocked pleasures we never knew.
We eve engraved the lesson let yourself go once in a while.
The version of you that emerges might be the one
you were always meant to be. And now it's time
for your night's reddle. Are you ready? Take my coat off?
Then eat me? What am I a banana? It's a banana?
Speaker 2: Uh?
Speaker 1: I thought maybe you were just listening. That's why I
give you the answer. It makes sense that one you
kind of think about it. I thought it would be
like a banana, or like a pistachio, because you gotta
take the shell off eat the nut inside. I thought
it might be something like that. It's time for your
naughty tuck in. The hum of the flex bus engine
vibrated through my seat as I climb board in Amsterdam,
my oversized pink hoodie already feeling too warm, I spotted
him immediately, tall, dark haired with a sharp jaw and
easy smile, chose the seat next to him with hesitation.
His name was Ah, and within the first hour we
were deep in conversation, the same taste of music, both
stunning abroad, both a little nervous about the unknown. His
voice was low and warm, and every single time he laughed,
heat pool low in my belly. I was dressed for comfort,
black sweatpants slung low on my hips, a white, thin
taking top with nothing underneath, and that hoodie eventually had
to peel off. When the bus heat kicked in. The
cool draft from the aceum hit my skin, and my
nipples tightened instantly, poking shamelessly and stuff. The tank top
dipped at the sides, offering glimpses of soft rounded sideboob. Oh. Wait,
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my loves. Don't forget to send your confession to me
at Nikki and Ikky at deerniki dot com, anonymously through
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