Speaker 1: Welcome to Nikki After Dark, where your naughtiest confessions come
to life. I'm your host, Nikki, and tonight we're exploring
steamy gittaways, bestie clean up sessions, and secret cutold obsessions
that will leave you aching and breathless. Here are three
short teasers of what's to come in tonight's episode. Imagine
being on a dreamy Paris weekend by a confident bull
while your husband waits excitedly for every filthy video and
photo update and a friends with benefits. But you didn't
kick quite there, so I send you straight to your
best friend's tongue. She's waiting, eager to lick up every
drop of his come out of your dripping pussy and
make it come harder than he ever could. And you
secretly discover your girlfriend's hidden videos of her taking bigger
cock than from her. Now every slow hand job from
our feels like a sweet torture of those images replay
through your head. That and so so much more. And
here's your tonight's question, My loves, what's one fantasy that
you've been hesitant to share with your partner, but you
know would set your sex life on fire if you
finally did it, and after you answer that for yourself,
ask yourself these how do you think they would actually
react if you brought it up in a playful, low
pressure way. And what's one small first step you could
take this week to test out the waters. Remember you
can send your answers, or your wild stories or any
new confessions to Nikki and Ikky at dearniki dot com,
anonymously through our website at dearniki dot com under the
confessions tab, or drop them in our discord channel. I
read every single one of them, and you'll get others
to read them as well. Okay, it's time for your
filthy red all. Are you ready? You spread me, then
lit me clean? What am I? And of course keep
that in the back of your dirty little minds and
the answer will come at the very end of our show.
You know what time it is. It's time to sit back, relax,
Let's have a whiskey with some filthy cherries of course,
and explore some erotic fantasies from people just like you
and me. Dear Nikki, I met my husband while I
was naked, dripping and friends. Come before my husband I
started dating, I was on full slept mode and needed
a place to stay after breaking up with a boyfriend.
A friend from work connected to me with three guys
who were renting a spacious four bedroom house. They were
all single and didn't take long before the casual vibe
turned alone. I started spending more and more time there,
until I was walking round completely naked most days, my
body on full display. Skin was still tingling from the
constant attention. The air in that house always carried the thick,
musky scent of sacks, sweat, incumb and my own arousal
mixing together as I let each of my roommates fuck
me whenever their urge had The very first time my
husband and I laid eyes on each other, he had
stopped by to visit. He was living and working out
of town at the time, and I was hurrying butt
naked down a hallway toward the bathroom, my heart still
racing from the intense oral session I had just finished.
My friend's warm, sticky cumbs still dripping down my face,
thick strands clinging to my chin and lips slowly sliding
toward my heavy breast. My dimples were hard, my thighs
were slick with my own juices, and every step made
my swollen pussy throb with that delicious, freshly loosed fucking ache.
He was just standing there in the hallway, half smiling,
his eyes drinking in the whole filthy scene, my messy face,
my glistening skin, and the way I looked so completely used,
non ashame. I didn't know who he was at the time,
but he definitely remembered me, he told me later, And
I couldn't stop thinking about the way I looked so slutty,
so messy, so freshly used. The image burned into his mind,
and he wanted nothing more than to be the next
one to cover me, to claim me, and make me
moan from trip from him. We ran his shouther again
a couple months later, started talking, hooking up, and the
chemistry was insane. Every touch felt electric, every thrust deeper
and more possessive than anything I ever felt before. The
way his hands gripped my hips, the growl in his
voice when he told me how he fantasized about me
since his first hallway encounter is sent shivers straight to
my core. Now we're married, in that filthy little come
slut he saw in the hallway, she still comes out
to play for him for others and sometimes for his friends.
Signed your secret Hallway Come Slut. Hello John, very good
evening to you. I like this, even though that's not
how I want to meet my spouse. I think I
like the I mean, it'd be interesting, how you know,
I don't know. Maybe it would be kind of interesting
to say you met backwards, you know, from the traditional way.
You know, he saw you fucking somebody may running from
a filthy scene. Hmmm, I'll have to give a thought
on that. For my author, tat did your husband first
bring up the hallway memory during your early days? Did
it lead to any particularly intense role play? And what's
the one of your favorite ways that the filthy comslat
still surprises him today? And for my listeners, have you
ever had a moment where someone saw you at your
most unhibited and it sparks something deeper? Would you share
your partner with friends like this or does it keep
that side private? Drop your own thoughts in comments in
our show notes, or you know, come on over to
discord and talk amongst each other. I love saying that.
By the way, dear Nikki, first time sucond' clock. I
just have to let it out. I barely known the guy,
but still thrill had me building all evening. He picked
me up in his suv, the engine still humming softly
as he parked somewhere discreete Bourne was already playing on
his phone. So what sounds and moans filling the cabin,
making my pulse race. My mouth watered as I watched
on screen heap pulling between my thighs. Without overthinking it,
I climbed over the center console. My hands trembled with
nervous excitement as I reached for his sipper. I freed
as cock, feeling its warm, thickening weight in my palm.
It wasn't even fully hard yet, but I leaned down anyway,
lips parting, took him into my mouth. The taste was
so intoxicating, salting skin, the faint musk of a man
ready to use me. I swirled my tongue around the head,
sucking gently at first, then deeper, feeling him swell and
pulse again against my tongue. The porn continued in the background,
moans sinking with the wet, slurping sounds I was making.
His hand rested on the back of my head, guiding
me as my lips stretched around him. He barely got
all the way hard before he was coming with a
sudden groan and thick ropes of hot combs, straight down,
straight down my throat. I swallowed eagerly, feeling every spurt
cut my tongue and slide down, warm and sticky, feeling
me in out way I'd never experienced. My pussy clenched
hard at the sensation. My cheeks flushed, and a soft
whimper escaped around his touching cock as I milked every
last drop. And now I want more. I crave the
feeling of another cock shooting its load in my mouth,
maybe two or three. I want a kneel to taste them,
to swallow load after load until my belly feels full
of their pleasure. Sighed, you're hungry, first time throat slut.
This is two nights in a row we've had somebody
watching porn in their car. Is this going to be
a recurring theme? More people watch porn? How many of
you guys actually watch porn? It's never occurred to me
watch a porn in my jeep. I just you know,
I like to go places my cheap, but not necessarily
watch porn in my jeep. Hum, so I do want
to answer that to that guys. By the way, for
my author, what's surprising most about the taste and the
feelings come sliding down your throat? Was it salty sweet
or kind of like my peanut butter bacon burger today
salty sweet and salty savory? Are you planning your next
encounter soon? And do you want it to be slow
and teasing or another quick fuck urgent folks fucking? And
for my listeners who remembers their first time sucking cock
and swallowing it, did it awaken some new craving and
would you let a near stranger use your mouth again
like this? Or are you craving to be one free
eating eager throats? Share your stories below or in the
chat as usual. And yes, I really did have a
It was supposed to be a peanut butter, a banana
and bacon like an Elvis kind of thing, except as
a barber. It actually was quite good, but I couldn't
taste the bandana if it was in there or they've
got to put it on there, So yes, I did.
Just let you know, Dear Nikki b DSM with my
girlfriend gone wrong. My girlfriend at the time, now my
axe had a very strong tickling fetish. She'd liked to
be tickled intensely to be able to orgasm. One day,
she suggested introducing me to some BDSM into the bedroom,
and I was instantly on board, excitement buzzing through me.
That night, she laid down on the bed for some
amazing lingerie that hugged every curve, her skin already flushed
with anticipation. She looked up with me with hungry eyes
and said, I want you to tie me up. My
safe word is fire truck, without saying any questions. I
grabbed the soft silk ties she handed me and secured
her spread eagled face up on the bed. The silk
whispered against her wrist and ankles as I pulled them tight,
leaving her completely vulnerable and exposed. I started by kissing
her deeply, my hands roaming over her body, tracing the
lace edges of her lingerie and feeling her tremble beneath me.
Then she whispered, breathlessly, tickle me and don't stop. The
command sent thrill straight to my cock. I began at
the third most ticklish spot, her ribs and belly, my
fingers dancing lightly at first then digging in with more pressure.
She went absolutely nuts, bursting into wild laughter, her body
wiggling and pulling hard against the silk ties. Her breast
bounced with every frantic twist, her laughter filling the room
in delicious, uncontrollable waves. After a while, I moved lower
to her second worst spot. Her sense de better, thighs.
She became mild, screaming with laughter, bucking her hips violently
against through strains. Her breath grew rapid and ragged. So
I eased off for a moment, but snapped at me.
I didn't say the safe word, she was so deep
into it lost to her pleasure to punish her. I
went straight to her worst spot, those incredibly sensitive under arms. God,
it was incredible to watch her loose control completely. Tears
streamed down her flushed face as she laughed harder than
I ever had, her whole body thrashing in helpless ecstasy.
The scent of her arousal, mixed with a faint musk
of exertion, filled the air. I started to worry something
was wrong, so, while still tickling her armpins relentlessly, I
reminded of her safe word, but she just yelled shut
the fuck up and keep tickling me. Her face was
turning a deep red, her body frantically writhing and straining
against the ties and every muscle taunt. And then she
didn't orgasm right away. Instead, she wet and shot her
panties in a sudden humiliation rush. The warmth and messy
sensation soaked through the delicate fabric, but she didn't care
at all. She yelled for me to keep going, her
voice hoarse and desperate. Not long after, the overwhelming sensations
finally pushed her over the edge. She came hard, shaking,
squirting and laughing through most intense orgasm I'd ever seen
her have. It was and to say, to this day
the wildest event in my life, your reluctant tickle torture.
I have like a tiny like experience on this. I
don't even think I could talk myself out of a
traffic ticket on it. So this isn't in my realm
or you know, my miles are varying on this. But
I had a rangular that liked this, and he liked
to be tickled up. He did. He liked to be
tied and tickled, and I never knew how to do that.
Panacy and in my head, I'm I'm like, okay, because
usually when I have to have someone to explain it
to me and then I explain it back to make
sure I'm understanding correctly. So it was a very unique
and he was a professor at that so if you're listening, hello,
I'm not going to say what university though, So there's that.
He showed me so many things. So when I read
this though, because I think I've told this before, I'm
very ticklish on the mottooid feet where it hurts because
my whole muscles just go tight and I have to
stop from like kicking some of the face when I
go get a pedicure. So it does. It takes me
weeks to say, okay, I need the pedicure, and I
have to wake up the courage to endure the whole
pedicure thing to get a pedicure. But saying that, going
back to my call, it was I would tie him
up and I would talk about my nails and where
I would touch him and play with his feet if
I remember correctly, because it's been a hot minute. This
was a feather. He liked the whole feather thing. So
it is a thing. Go look it up. There are
numerous videos out there. Again, it's my miles are varying
on this one, but I have indulged on someone's fantasy
on the lines with that, So that's my dynymite of
experience for my author. After she came, how did you
both handle the aftermath and cleanup? Did it bring you
closer or highlight the differences? And looking back now that
she's an ex, what's the one thing you do differently
with the ties or intensity I would hope is a
dam for the evening You would have pulled back and
called it because that's what I would have been, because
I wouldn't have been cleaning any of that up. And
for my listeners, have you ever pushed a tickling or
bondage scene so far that things got deliciously or embarrassing missy?
And would you trust up partner enough to ignore your
own safe word like she did or do you prefer
strict boundaries even in the throes of ecstasy? Share your
wildless fantasies in our chat, or you can email them
to me directly at Nikki in Ikky at Dearniki dot com,
anonymously through our website at Dearniki dot com under our
Confessions tab. Don't forget you can always discuss it later
in our episodes channel, and everybody does kind of chime in,
just letting you know if you want that experience. Dear Nikki,
my current friends with Benefits just show me a new
favorite feeling. Long story short, I've been getting hit up
NonStop on Tender ever since I made a new profile
at the start of the year. I've been unashamedly having
as much fun as I can, trying my hardest to
keep a self imposed rule not to rack up a
huge body count by accepting as many slipes as possible.
So far this year, I've up with four separate men
and kept them from decently long stretches as friends with
Benefits Tungue Die Here for the first four was my
very first time getting with while white guy. Since I've
been pretty much hooked on how much attention I've been
getting from white men. I swear they make the effort
to go above and beyond and bad and I don't
question it. I just enjoy it. Anyways, to the actual story,
my current fleeing has been dicking me down at least
once a week now. Sometimes if our schedules line up
just right, we can sneak into a second round. He's
good with his tongue and hands. But this past Sunday
he did something I think I will always want a
man to do from now on. We were on my
couch in doggie style, his thick clock stretching me open
with every deep thrust, my moans mixing with the wet
sounds of skin on skin. He suddenly stopped, pulled out
and started hear me from behind. His fingers were magical.
Whenever he does that pulsing trick straight up shuts my
brain off. The pressure built perfectly, and my pussy clenched
and dripped around him. After a couple more seconds, this
man slid his dick back inside me while keeping his
fingers in two, pressing them between his cock and my walls.
I had no clue what I had done. At first.
It forced a deep guttural moan from the pit of
my stomach. When I couldn't control it just slipped out
of me. Raw and desperate. I thought maybe his fingers
had been in far in as I imagined, but he
pushed them all the way alongside his drawing cock. I
could feel both so clearly. His warm pulsing fingers and
his hard dick felling me in a way that created
this intense, overwhelming fullness. The stretch was delicious, every nerve
lighting up with much deeper, richer pleasure I can't fully describe.
And then he started doing that pulsing trick with his
fingers while moving his hips again, thrusting deep and steady.
Oh my god, the combination of his cock stroking in
and out while his fingers pressed and pulsed against my
inner walls was pure ecstasy. My legs shook, my pussy
fluttered and clutched uncontrollably, and I came harder than I
ever had before, soaking the couch beneath us. Men, if
you're reading this and you have a girl, friend, wife,
or hook up, please, for your lady's sake, try this.
I admit I hadn't had the crazy sex life. I've
slept with eight men total, and I only just now
experienced this. It wasn't some rare move, but it felt
brand new and insanely good. I'm seriously going to ask
him to do it again next time I wake up,
because that unique, mind melting pleasure has ruined me for
anything less. Signed your double filled couch craver. Okay, I
appreciate the tip that double stuff technique sounds good, a
blend of fullness, friction, and targeted pressure in one filthy package.
I love how you're owning your fun and staying unapologetic
about it, that's for sure. Question though, how did your
body react differently compared to regular penetration or fingering alone?
Did you squirt or have multiple waves? Have you already
asked him to repeat it? And did he know exactly
how revolutionary it felt for you? And ladies, has a
partner ever surprised you with a new move that instantly
became a must have? Gentlemen, are you going to try
sliding your fingers in alongside your cock the next time
you have her behind? Tell us how it goes. I
expect some confessions coming through, or at least some private
dms about went that's her damn sure, Dear Nikki. The
night started with a delicious mix of nerves and excitement
buzzing through me. My husband and I had talked about
it for months, his fantasy of watching me get taken
by strangers while he sat helpless and hard. We went
out to a bar known for its wild crowd, and
it didn't take long before I was flirting shamelessly. I
picked out a group of four confident, hungry looking men
who were more than happy to follow us back to
our hotel room. My husband sat in a chair in
the corner, eyes wide and breathing off already abbey. As
the men circled me, They wasted no time strimming me down,
hands roaming over my breast, ass, and thighs. I could
feel their growing cocks pressing against me through their pants.
One pulled me into a deep kiss, while another dropped
to his knees and buried his face between my legs,
his tongue lapping greedily at my already soaked pussy. The
sounds wet slurping, my soft moans, and my husband's quiet
groans the room. They bit me over the bed, right
in front of him, the first stranger pushing inside me
in one smooth thrust, stretching my already aching pussy. While
I locked eyes with my cock husband. He watched every
inch disappear into me, my tits swinging As the men
fucked me hard and deep. They took turns, passing around
like their personal toy. One would pound me from behind
while another fed his thick cock into my mouth, making
me gag and drool. I was spit roasted, filled from
both ends, my body trembling with pleasure as they used
every hole. They flipped me onto my back, legs spread
wide so my husband had a perfect view of my tripping,
well fugged pussy from being claimed again again, come started
leaking out of me as they rotated, each one grunting
and then loading deep inside. I came over and over,
screaming in ecstasy, while my husband stroked himself slowly to
night his own release, loving every second of my degradation
and bliss. By the end, I was a messy, cum
covered rack, glistening with sweats and loads from four strangers,
while the devoted couck husband watched with pure lust and
adoration in his eyes. It was everything we fantasized about
and more. Signed your gangbang hot wife. Okay, I got
some questions. What was the most intense moment for you
locking eyes with him while they filled you or feeling
the com drip out of you afterward? And how did
your husband react once the men left? Did he reclaim
you right away or savor the mess? For my hot
wives and cocks. Have you ever arranged a group experience
like this and what's the wildest in front of my
partner moment you've ever had? Share your confessions below in
the chat, or remember you could always email me directly.
Dear Nikki, my husband is a really popular with Allizabeth's friends.
I definitely don't think it's because I had let them
all take turns using my holes while he records and
jacks off. It always starts so innocently, my husband inviting
a few of his buddies over for drinks or game night,
but we all know where it inevitably ends. I'll catch
them staring at my body. The heat of the room
builds until someone makes the first move. I love playing
the part of the generous hostess, dropping to my knees
in the living room while my husband pulls out his
phone to record every filthy second. One by one they
use me. First friend grabs my hair and slides a
thick cot between my lips, fucking my throat until tears
run down my cheeks and saliva trips onto my tits.
Another bends me over the couch, slamming into my tight,
tripping pussy while I moan around the cock in my mouth.
They take turns, rotating through all my holes, pounding my pussy,
stretching my and feeling my mouth until I'm a gasping
and trembling. The wet sounds of skin and my muffled,
eager moans fill the airs. They pass me around like
their favorite toy. My husband sits right there, camera steady
in one hand, the other stroking is hard cock slowly
as he watches his friends destroy me. He seems inclose
when they pull out and cover my face tints or
ass with hot loads, or when they bury themselves deep
and unload inside me, leaving my holes creamy and leaking.
I come repeatedly, my body's shaking as they use every
inch of me, knowing my husband is catturing all but
for later. Afterward, the guys always hang around longer, laughing
and chatting like nothing happened. But the secret is obvious
in their lingering looks and the way they can't keep
their hands off me next time. My husband is really
popular with all of his friends, and I definitely don't.
I think it's because of a newly generous and how
I take turns using my holes as records and Jack's
off sign your husband's favorite party favor. I kind of
like the sarcastic denial. It makes the truth even hotter,
the willingness to be shared so freely while your husband
films and enjoys the show. They're very, very delicious power
exchange right there. And for my favorite party favor? What
of your holes get the most attention from his friends?
And do you have a favorite way they use you
while he's recording? Has he ever shown any of the
footage to the group later for second round? Maybe one
night you're not available for some reason? And do you
think they sit around and jack off to it all?
Just wondering for my listeners. How about my hot wives
out there? How many of your husband's friends have you
taken it once? You know? Just a round number will do?
And cuck since to as? Do you love recording your
partner getting used? And what's the hottest part for you?
Don't forget? You can share your stories below or email me,
just follow those show links. Dear Nikki, secretly watching videos
of my girlfriend getting fucked by bigger cocks and it's
ruining me. I have full access to my girlfriend's hidden
folder on her iPad and she absolutely has no idea.
I've seen everything. There are multiple videos of her axes
absolutely destroying her. The ones that destroy me are the
most run doggy videos. You can see her thick ass
rippling every time she he slams into her, the way
her back arches so deeply, the way she moans loudly
and pushes back onto his cock. It's clear she was
taking it deeper and harder than she ever has with me.
The came her angle shows everything, how soaking what she was,
how pussy was gripping him tightly, how much she was
enjoying a bigger, thicker dick than mine. There are also
several videos of her sucking cock. She looks like a
total slut in them, eyes watering, spit dripping everywhere, eagerly
taking thick cocks down her throat, and looking up at
the guy like she addicted. Some of them are visibly
much bigger and girthier than me. The way she moans
and gags around their cocks makes my stomach twist in
the hottest way. Now, when we're in bed, she's give
me one of her slow, teasing hand jobs. She rarely
lets me fuck her anymore. I can't stop replaying those videos.
In my head. She'll be stroking to my smaller cock
with her soft hand, whispering, keep pumping baby, calling me
her good boy, and telling me how cute my little
dick looks when it leaks, while I'm secretly thinking about
how eagerly she used to suck and ride those bigger cocks.
The contrast flocks my head so much. She'll be casually
jerking me off like it's a chore. Her finger's barely
rapping around me, and I'm laying there leaking like a
pathetic cock because I know what she's capable of with
real dick. Sometimes I come so fast just from the
humiliation of all of it, all spilling over her fingers
while she smiles down at me. I've become completely addicted
to cocking myself. I'll wait until she falls asleep, pulls
up those videos, and stroke my cock for hours, thinking
about how much better she got fucked before me. The
fact that she has no idea I've seen them make
it even hotter. The secrecy burning through me as I
edge for hours at the sight of her thick ass
jiggling for her throat bulging around the superior cocks. I
know it's fucked up, but I can't stop. The videos
of her getting railed and sucking bigger cocks are permanently
burned into my brain. Signed your secret Ruined Little Cock
questions for my author? Are you sure she doesn't know?
I mean, we all know the hidden folders we have
on stuff. I don't have any, But I mean I
don't have any because I have porn all over for work.
So it's one of those I joke with people like,
if anything is to ever happen to me, somebody needs
to get to my stuff pronto. I'm just saying. So
I think she knows, and just by the way she
talks to you during sex, she definitely knows. Just saying. Also,
which specific video moment plays on repeating your head during
her hand jobs? Have you ever been tempted to confess
what you've seen? Or does the hidden knowledge make it
even hotter for my cooks out there? How did you
ever first discover videos or evidence of your partner with
better than dowed lovers? And did it ruin you in
the best way? And did you ask to help set
them up with some vicker cocks? In my hot wives?
Do you keep your hidden folders like this? And how
much would you feel knowing your partner secretly strokes to them.
I'm thinking, if you're with a cock that has a
small dick and this is your thing, you're leaving them
out on purpose, right seeing if they'll say anything, And
that's the move I'd make. But that is me, dear Nikki.
It started like most nights we'd play together. Diana started
drinking first, then her sitting on the floor with a
cock in each hand, while Tod and I sat on
the couch watching porn. Her soft, warm hand stroked us slowly,
teasing our shaft and balls until we were both rock hard.
Eventually Tod or I would lean over and start sucking cock,
which turned into sloppy, eager daisy chain MOUs and moans.
This time I brought some toys. In the past, Diana
had pegged me. I was hoping she would do it again.
As I sucked Tod's cock, feeling him throb against my tongue,
I asked if he wanted to fuck me. He declined.
Then I asked if he if Diana fucked me. He said,
of course she could, Thinking it would be me fucking her,
I pulled out a strap on and lub and Diana's
eyes lit up with excitement. She knew exactly what I wanted.
I helped her into the harness, the thick silicone cock
jutting out proudly, and loofed it up generously. She loved
fucking me doggy style, so I turned around, got on
my hands and knees and ass up and ready. I
immediately felt the slick tip of her cock pressing against
my asshole. She wasn't very gentle as she pushed forward,
but every thick inch sliding into me felt incredible. The stretch,
the fullness, the delicious burn that melted into deep pleasure.
I looked over my shoulder and saw a tug fucking
her mouth, his hands in her hair as she took
him deep while pounding my ass with a steady, powerful throst.
Eventually I heard DoD I want to fuck him. Turns
out he wanted fucked me with a strap on. Regardless,
it felt amazing to feel his strong hands griped my
hips as he took over, driving that cock deeper into
me with raw intensity. Diana lay in front of me,
and I buried my face in her wet pussy, licking
and sucking her clit while Tod fucked me hard. She
was watching us both with lust filled eyes, moaning as
my tongue worked her. Eventually, she crawled under me, so
was sliding into her tight, dripping pussy while Tod continued
to fuck my ass. The overwhelming sensation of filling her
while being filled myself pushed me right to the edge.
I didn't last long after that, and I was dropping
my load deep inside her, my balls aching as I
pumped every drop into clenching heat. As I lay on
top of her, catching my breath, Don Tod came over
and put his cock in my mouth immediately shot his
thick load down my throat. I swallowed greevously, savoring the
taste while my body's still tingled from the double pounding
sign your greedy double peg boy. You know scenes like this.
I liked it just because it's nice to see when
people reach out and explore that's the word I'm looking for,
explore their fantasies that they find a couple that will
play with them. Right. I like everybody's fantasy being filled,
as long as it's consensual and everybody's for it. Blah
blah blah blah. Questions for my author, what felt more
intense the sensation of Diana pegging you or Todd taking
over with the strap on, and how it feel being
inside Diana while getting fucked at the same time. For
my listeners, have you ever been pegged by more than
one person in a single session or taken part in
a double stuff scenario like this? Would you want to
try being the one in the middle? Share your own
dirtiest group stories in our chat or you can't email
them to me? I would love to read them. So
this is definitely kind of your thing. Huh, So what
about this turns you on the most? John? I have
to ask if you could have the scenario, would you
want to use a strap on or the real thing?
I have never used a strap on, but I have
vibed somebody before in person that was fun. Oh the
strap on for the wife nice? No to the real thing?
So would you have two ladies with strap ons? Or
is that too much? Or like remove one of the dudes,
have two ladies one strap on and you can be
fucking one well one of them's fucking you. Is that
a thing? Even though there are Yeah, okay, fantasies are
a good thing. Explores are our mind and some of
them don't even need to come to life, really, you know,
because I know in my head I have, like, in
my horniest moments, I have thought of some fantasies, and
you know, post nut clarity as we say, I'm like, yeah, no,
not so much. Teerniki, my best friend and I went
clubbing to find a stranger to have a threesome whith
that one, Jesse said, not even leaning in to be
discreet about it, just tipping a drink toward the guy
at the end of the bar like she was ordering
him off a menu. And honestly, yeah, that one. We've
been at the club maybe forty minutes doing our thing,
which if you've never done our thing, it's basically two
girls dancing a little too close together and watching who
watches And when he'd been watching, tall older than us
bike hands and the kind of forearms that me, thank
you forget your own name. For a second, Jesse clocked
me clocking him, and she goes, you're already picturing it.
I can see your face. Thing about going out with
Josie is we really don't shy approach. We walk over together,
one on each side of him, and Josie goes, hi
we've been arguing about you. He looks between us as
if he's not real sure, and I go. She thinks
she'd be too much of a gentleman to come home
with both of us. I said, no way, which is
such a mean little trick, because now he has to
prove us right or wrong, and there's no version of
that where he says no. He laughed his low thing
and goes both of you, not even really a question.
Jesse put her hand flat on his chest and goes
both of us, is that going to be a problem?
And I watched him decide his whole night in about
two seconds. I'll be honest and say I don't really
enjoy the club atmosphere that much. The only reason I
ever go is because I want to find someone new
to get fucked by. So he pretty much left right
away after that. We barely made it through my front door.
I had my back against it, his mouth on my neck,
while Josie already pulling my dress up and over my head,
and she goes, no panties of course to him, like
she's telling on me. He made a very hungry sound
against my skin. Josie got his belt open while I
got his shirt off and turned it into this thing
where we kind of tagged, teaming him in the entryway,
laughing hands everywhere, skin heating up fast. He goes, you
two have done this before, and Josie, without missing a inink, goes,
we've done everything before. He had me first on the
couch because I couldn't wait, and I said so. Josie
knelt right next to my head, watching, running her fingers
through my hair, narrating the way she does. Look at you.
You came so fast, God, you're such a slut. When
he really started giving it to me, his thick cock
stretching my tripping pussy with every thrust, she leaned down
and whispered, you're gonna let him come in you first one?
Tell him? So I did. I grabbed his arm and gasped,
comment me please, I want it, And he did deep,
holding my hips down flat so I couldn't squirm, flooding
me with hot, thick spurts while Josie made this delighted
noise like she won something. There. He goes, good, one down,
and that was the whole game. After that, Josie clammed
done next before he could fully get softened. She likes
the mess. She goes, he's still tripping you perfect. I
want it exactly like that, And she wrote him with
my cumb in his cum, already coating him, looking back
at me over his shoulder entire time, like this was
the best thing that ever happened to her. He's so deep,
Oh my god. When he came in her, she actually
clinched her thighs and held herself down on him, moaning, stay, stay,
don't you dare fall out, milking every drop. Then she
looked at me all glassy eyed and said, both of us,
now we match. We did not let up. We kept
trading off. I'd let him get hard again with my
mouth while Josie sat on his face, or she'd work
him back up while I whispered every filthy thing I
could think of in his ear every time he got close,
and made him put it back inside one of us again.
Jessie kept saying, you've got one more, I know you do.
Come in her again, and he kept finding one more,
and then one more after that. At some point I
lost count, and so did Josie did. Josie was keeping
a running total out loud like a scorekeeper. That's four,
that's four in our pussies look at him. He was racked, sweating, dazed,
muttering I can't, I literally can't, and Josie goes, you
can't one more. We're not done with you in that
sweet voice that's not so sweet at all. The last
one we had to really work for. He was soft
and shaking, and it took both of our mouths, the
two of us shoulders shoulder down there, taking turns, kissing
around his cock, telling him how good he was doing.
Almost there, baby, give it to us. Last one. When
he finally got there, he was so far gone he
could barely make a noise. But this time Josie wanted
it in her mouth. She decided, she goes, this one's mine.
I earned it, and she wrapped her lips around him
right at the end and took the last of him
whatever he had laughed. She pulled off with her mouth
shut and full, and looked at me with eyebrows up
with the dare you already know what happened? Next? I
grabbed her face and kissed her. She opened her mouth
into mine and pushed it forward, and I took it.
The warm, messy load of his calm passed right from
her tongue to mine. I held it a second and
pushed it back. We both did that, back and forth,
the slow, filthy kiss on my floor, with the poor
guy clapsed next to us, watching like he couldn't believe
his life. Josie pulled with the string connecting us and goes,
you're disgusting in the most loving voice, and I go,
you started it. We're both a mess and laughing and
finally swallowed, and she goes, no fare, I wanted that
and licked the corner of my mouth. The guy, bless him, goes,
I think you too actually killed me from flat on
his back, and Josie propped herself up on his chest,
all pleased and goes, you did so good, you really did.
Won't keep the ones who tap out urlie. He goes,
is this a regular thing for you too? And Josie
looked at me and I looked at her, and neither
of us answered, which is its own answer. He left
maybe an hour later, still a little unsteady, kept looking
back like he wasn't sure it was allowed to be over.
And then it was just me and Josie and my
bad after both of us leaking, both of us racked,
her legs thrown over mind and she goes into my shoulder.
We picked a good one, we did. I still feel
the soreness from getting fucked so much. She reached down
without really waking up and goes, You're still full, all
sleep and pleasured, and I go sor are you? And
that was kind of the point. We ended up showering together,
cleaning off before finally falling asleep, collowing up against each
other like besties that we are. I'm so lucky to
have a friend like her. Sign your greedy club threesome bestie. Well,
do you think if that guy told his friends this
story they would believe it? I mean, this is a
one in a lifetime story, probably right. I don't even
know if I think I would keep this in my
back pocket if I was him, like, I would be
pinching myself for the rest of my life because this
is the kind of story that people say pictures or
video or didn't happen. That's all I'm saying, right, And
for my author, what's the hottest moment for you? Just
narrating while he fucked you or sharing that final messy
kiss had the two of you gone out hunting sense again?
And do you have a favorite type of guy to
bring home together for my ladies, have you ever gone
out with your bestie specif difically to find a guy
for a three song? I'm sure you have, right, I haven't,
but I bet you guys have. And gentlemen, would you
survive at night with two women who are this insatiable
and coordinated? I stop at you? Some of you would.
I'm hearing one. I'm gonna quote something you always tell me.
There's probably nothing left. It's probably dust. It's just dust.
So because I was by the time shoot they like
had to really work that last one, I was thinking,
he's probably just shooting dust at this point, right, nothing left?
I hope you enjoyed these stories. Whether you're the hot
wife and a dream, a support of bestie who loves
to clean up, or a secretly spiraling into a delicious humiliation,
there's so much power and pleasure in owning exactly what
turns you on. Communication, trust in a little or a
lot of filth can make everything hotter. Remember, your desires
are a valid, your fantasies are yours to explore, and
there's nothing sexier than being unapologetically in your bedroom, the
back seat, the hotel room, or your best friend's bad.
Let these confessions remind you that shame has no place here,
only pleasure, connection and that delicious rush of given in
to what you really clave. And now it's time for
your riddle. You can spread me and then lick me clean.
When am I it's peanut butter or jam on toast?
Oh you actually were gonna answer me, Prince? Sorry, whoops,
I'm not used to him being here. Whoops? My bad. Okay,
and now it's time for your naughty stuck in. It
started a couple months ago. We were tangled up and bad.
My legs locked around his hips like I'd never let
him pull out. I was on my back, pillow shoved
under my ast. The tilt my greedy cutt up higher,
and he was grinding down deep, the thick cock stretching
me so perfectly. My hands cupped his face, pulling him
down until our mouths crushed together, tongue sloppy and desperate.
I could feel his balls slapping against my ass with
every thrust, his chap dragging along my slick walls, making
him seen wet noises that fill the room. I slid
my arms around his neck. Yankee, come in mean, closer, lips,
brushing his ear as I gasped and whimpered, Please put
a baby in my belly. Come inside me and watch
my belly swell up with your seat. Fuck me, profined,
and watch it hang beneath me, heavy, in full for you.
That's all it took. He roared in claws, digging into
my back, slamming balls, deep cock pulsed and erupted, Thick
ropes of hot comb blasted straight against my servix, flatting
me so full had squirted out around his shaft, and
creamy cautious, I came screaming my pussy, spasming and milking
every drop, my whole body's shaking while I held him there,
trapped to see deep where it belonged. We never talked
about it kids before. For a whole year of marriage,
I'd been these injections, loving the freedom to take load
after load of his calm without worrying. But that night
changed everything. We revisited the fantasy every single day, be whispering,
breathing filth as he pounded me, him growling about knocking
me up, watching my teeth swell and my belly round out.
After weeks of dirty talk and deliberation. We decided to
stop being careful and let nature take its course, which
brings us to that filthy day. I've been aching for
him all afternoon at work, panty soaked through, just picturing
his cock. When I got home, my designer heels clop
clop on the floor and patted across the hardwoods, my stocking,
wishing round my spighes. The kitchen smelt sweet and creamy.
There he was, my big, muscular six or four man,
and nothing but an apron whiskin marks of pone into
a custard, the strong arms. I grinned like a predator.
I snuck up and launched myself at his back, leaving
like a horny little monkey. My legs wrapped around his waist,
arms round his broad shoulders, buried my face in his neck.
As I growled and nibbled. He stumbled, custard slopping across
the front. God, the size difference makes me fearle his
towering wall of muscle, and I'm barely over five feet,
tiny and thin, perfect for climbing and getting man handled.
I attacked him with giggles and snarls, and might kisses
and sharp little bites on his neck. And ear. He
finally pried me off, plopping my ass on the counter.
My fists gripped his apron legs swinging as I grinned
up at him, kissing him hungrily between breaths. He pretended
to be offended, scooping custard off his hands and smearing
it across my cheek. I caught his rest, sucking his
thick finger into my mouth with a blissful purr, tongue
swirling around the wet sweet cream. Hm, oh, love, that's
so fucking good. Are you making that for me? I
was trying to, he growled, voice thick with lust. I
let my fingers play and my spilled mess on his arms,
then trailed two creamy delights down his chest, tugging aside
the soft phoenix shirt. I lowered my head, lips hovering,
and looked up at him with pure slutty mischief. So
I licked, slowly, pressing my warm mouth to his skin,
li sucking every sweet drop while he moaned. I cleaned
him thoroughly, tongue dragging, lips sucking, then sat back, licking
my lips with a filthy grin. The mauve lading His
eyes darkened instantly The next moments were a blur. He
yanked me into a crushing kiss. One big hand wrapped
round my arm while the other shoved up my skirt.
He hook my black lacy th pennies and tied them
to the stockings and lung smooth motion, letting them puddle
to the floor. I was only frantic, hands at his belt,
freeing his massive throbbing cock. It sprang out hot and
heavy veins, pulsing the fat head, already glistening with prey comb.
My mouth watered. His hands attacked my blouse, buttons flying
as he freed my tits and squeezed them hard, thumbs
flicking my stiff nipples. I guided a cock to my
dripping slit, rubbing the head up and down my soaked folds,
coating him of my juices. Fuck me, I whispered against
his mouth. Breeze your little hot wife right here on
the counter. He growled and thrust in one long, powerful
stroke that buried him to the balls. I cried out,
my tight cunt stretching obscenely around his girth, walls fluttering
and squeezing. I was so fucking wet, arousal dripping down
my ass crack on to the counter. My legs wrapped
around him again, heels digging into his back as he
started pumping, deep, grinding thrust that made my tits bounce
and my clit grind against his palvist. Oh God, fill
me up, knock me up. Pump that come straight into
my womb. He fucked me harder the counter, creaning body
slapping wetly. My pussy made the nastiest sounds, loud squelching
scene on his clock turned on my cream. I could
feel every rich, every vein dragging inside me, his ball
smacking my ass. He leaned down, sucking my nipple into
his mouth, biting gently while pounding. I clawed his back,
grinding his hips in desperate circles, chasing that edge. The
pressure built fast, my clips thropping, my cunt clenching rhythmically.
We came together like animals, screaming each other's names. His
cock swelled and erupted, flooding me with pulse. After a
heavy pulse of thick, fertile cum, I felt it splashing
and a serfex so much it overflowed immediately, creamy white,
leaking out around his shaft and drooping onto the floor.
My orgasm ropped through me, pussy spasming wildly, milking him
for every drop as a wave after pleasure made my
toes curl with vision blur. We didn't stop. He stayed
very deep, still hard, rocking slowly while we caught our
breath come squelching with every tiny movement. That night was
pure depravity. He carried me to the bedroom, still impaled
on his cock, tossed me on the bed. I got
on all boers immediately as sap back arched, presenting my
cumfiled cunt like a bitch in heat. Fuck me for binde,
I moaned, watch it drip while you breed me deeper.
He gripped my hips and slammed in balls deep. In
one thrust, a new ankle hit everything perfectly, his cock
battering my g spot the head, kissing my cervix with
every stroke. I pushed back, meeting him thrust for thrust,
ass rippling. He reached around and rubbed my swollen clit
in tight circles, filthy, dirty tok pouring from my mouth.
That's it, take my seat, gonna watch your belly grow
round with my baby. Your tit's getting heavy and full
of milk for me to suck. I came again, screaming,
my pussy gushing around him. He didn't pull out, just
kept fucking me through it harder, faster, the wet slap
of skin on skin, echoing. He flipped me onto my back,
legs over his shoulders, folding me in half disposition. Let
him drive impossibly deep, the heavy balls slapping my ass.
As he railed me. I could feel his cock rearranging
my insides, stretching me wide, the obscene bulge in my
lower belly with every thrust come and me again. I begged,
breed your ovulating slow wife. He roared, unloaded a second
massive load, pumping straight into my womb. So much come
it spurted out, every thrust and soaking the sheets. Every
round ended with him pressing deep, holding still as cock
jerk and spurted, flatting me until my belly felt full
and bloated with the seed. I reached down and rubbed
my clip, frantically, coming again and again, my pussy convulsing
so hard it pushed some com back out on the
creemy rivers. We barely slept, waking every hour to fuck again, lazy,
sleepily thrust turning into desperate pounding my moon's turning into
whimpers as over stimulation mixed with fresh waves of pleasure,
telling you this has me so turned on. My nipples
are hard, my pussy aching and wet, just reliving it.
I want you to stroke that cock from me now,
nice and slow while you picture it. Imagine as you
hitting me down, flattering my purdle womb, watching my well,
your baby, because that's when I crave, being your personal
breeding or taking load after load. Does it make your
cock throb good? Come back and tell me how hard
you came listening. I have another filthy confession for you
the next time, and thank you so much for spending
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signing off Sweet dreams Lovers,