Speaker 1: Hey, you filthy animals. Welcome back to Nikki after Dark,
the only placed where your dirtiest anonymous confessions get the
spotlight that deserve. I'm Nikki, and tonight we're diving headfirst
into temptation, risk and the kind of urges that make
you throw every rule out the window. Here are some
teasers of what you're going to hear tonight. A petite,
big tittied female urologist meets the biggest, thickest cock she's
ever seen in her exam room. A kinky girlfriend has
become her boyfriend's personal free you slut, and he can
take her anytime, anywhere, even while she's trying to stay professional.
And a man confesses his two favorite escapes for getting
completely trained, slow teasing, happy and massages versus wild, no
limits hotel room sessions, that and so so much more.
Good evening, Betty. But first, before we get into our confessions,
I have a question for you. Have you ever been
dangerously attracted to someone that you knew that was completely
off limits? I want you to really think about it
and answer these questions as well. What made that person
se forbidden yet so irresistibly hot to you? And did
you ever cross that line? Are you still secretly fantasizing
about it? I don't know if I've ever had anybody
like like that, you know, And I'm not talking for Melia.
I'm talking like boss, you know, anybody in life, family friend,
you know that kind of thing, business partner. And to
lighten things up before we dive in, here's your tonight's rental.
That sounds extremely dirty, but remember it is completely clean.
I want to be inside you every day and you
can set me to vibrate for extra fun. What am
I keep that going in your filthy mind? And I'll
give you the answer and 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. Have you had somebody buddy good evening? Well?
Am I not surprised? Dear Nieki, I need to get
this off my chest. It happened to over ten years
ago on a camping trip that turned way wilder than
any of us expected. I was there with three buddies.
I'll just call them Muscles, Stretch and blondie. We didn't
know a small music festival was happening nearby, so the
campground was packed. My friend Chloe showed up with her
friend Kat, and they set up right next to us.
We were all in our early twenties, fresh out of school, drinking, laughing,
letting loose. Kat was an elementary school teacher, married but
separated at her time. Her husband was a heavy drinker
who couldn't keep a job, and he was actually camping
somewhere in the same park with his jam buddies. Kat
was a smoking body, round ass, firm breast, flat stomach,
long legs, but a very plain, butterfaced look. She was
laid back, easy to talk to and love her Marlboro Reds.
In nineties early two thousand, rock like D M B
and Counting Crows. After a long day of fishing, the
girls joined us by the fire. They were already a
few drinks deep. Chloe, who was thicker and pretty tomboyish,
pulled me aside and whispered that Cat wanted my dick. Later,
in a drunken competitive moment, Chloe grabbed my hand and
shoved it down her sweatpants, making me feel how smooth
she was. Kat watched her with clear jealousy in her eyes. Eventually,
Chloe came back to her tent, but Kat came back
to ours. The five of us kept drinking until Cat
and I ended up alone by the fire making out.
Then it started raining hard, so we all piled into
the stretch and Blondie's bigger tint to keep the party going.
Things escalated fast. While every one was drinking, Cat and
I started making out heavily inside Blondie's sleeping back. I
got her yoga pants down and started fingering her. She
was so soaked and completely smooth, freshly shaved, even after
days of camping. That's when Muscles got bold. He pulled
his cock out and told us ice forward, gentlemen, continue,
we just want a little show too. The other two
followed his lead. Soon all three guys were openly jerking
off while watching us. Kat didn't seem to mind. She
pulled my thick six inch cock out and started stroking
me while we kissed. I couldn't see all three of
them clearly in the lantern light, different shapes, different bushes,
veins pulsing. Blondie was too shy and left the tint
before anything more. Happened. Stretch came quickly and slipped out too.
That laft just muscles, who asked if he could just
see Cat's pussy to help him finish. She lifted the
edge of the sleeping bag. I pulled out for a second,
and she gave him a show, spatting her glistening lips
with her fingers, then licking her own wetness off of them.
He grunted and came hard before leaving. Finally it was
just Cat and me. I slid inside her. God, it
felt incredible after my long dry spell, warm, wet, tight.
I fucked her slow at first, then harder, the sounds
of my balls slapping against her ass filling the tent
along with her wet noises. I had a little whiskey dick, though,
and couldn't finish the cider Benchleah pulled out, hovered over
her and struck myself until I shot a big load
all over the inside of blondie sleeping bag, right between
her legs. We kissed and cuddled the rest of the
night in that same bag. Later, I heard her husband's
car pull up at their sight. Kat snuck out, pretended
she'd just been up for a cigarette and climbed back
in their tent with him. I lay there pretending to
sleep while I had listened to them start kissing, then
the familiar wet sounds of him fucking her. He had
no idea he was getting my slobby seconds, or that
three other guys had just jerked off to watch his
wife kit fucked. They end up staying together, had two kids,
and she's still teaching. The Craziest part, they used my
accounting firm for their taxes every year. Her husband has
no clue. Tax guy is the one who fucked his
wife while his Buddi's watched and stroked your secret calm
compound slut watcher. I don't know, Patty, this is kind
of hot. This might be date night for you and I. Again,
I'm not. I'm not gonna complain that definitely went from
a flirty campire to like a full live born with
a real quick show. I do. I think I would
have masturbated to this too. I'm gonna be completely honest.
I think I would have gotten off even just to
watching her do her thing, even if she showed her
pretty little pussy. I think I would have been watching them,
though not her, but I think i'd been watching that
and how hot that was, and then shifted my gears
towards them. I know the light from the campfire, it's
kind of like a you know, it gives it such
that sexy glow, kind of like a black and white photo.
Would Yeah, that could be really really hot. A question
for or our secret camp bound slut watcher? Have you
ever run into her or husband at the counting office?
You know? Are you so you're are you the direct
one that does there accounting? Or is it just your
your business that does and somebody else does they're taxes
and listeners. Have you ever had or watched sex in
a tent with other people around? Would you stay and
perform or sneak out like Londie? I think everybody knows
what Betty and I would do. Dear Nikki, I'm sitting
here at my desk in the office right now, heart racing,
trying so hard not to do this, but I'm failing miserably.
I'm masturbating at work. My hands keep slipping under my desk,
stroking slowly while I pretend to stay at my screen.
I'm so fucking horny today I can barely focus. Tonight,
I'm heading out to a big football match in town,
and all I can think about is the stadium packed
with guys, hundreds of cocks that probably need sucking. The
idea of sneaking off somewhere in the crowd, dropping to
my knees in a hidden corner and servicing a stranger
after stranger has me throbbing. I keep picturing the noise
of the match, the cheering while I'm busy swallowing load
after load in the dark. I'm truly going down the
rabbit hole now and I don't want to come back up.
Oh wow, the Stroker Craven Stadium. Cock. There's always somewhere
that's semi private in a stadium. I wouldn't suggest under
the bleachers though, cause that's where some people go to
make out. So I know, are like town small town stadium.
You could go off and it kind of had the
baseball fields off in the corner and nobody was over there.
You could go there. You don't know about that one.
I couldn't do like load after load, like but my
my lover and I I could sneak off with him,
you know, yeah, going off somewhere else. Yeah, not like
in the stadium, like stands or anything. That's a little
too obvious, and there's people that probably shouldn't be Yeah, yeah,
like way away, you know, but maybe still on the
outside that you can still hear everything that would be
hot to our author, what's the closest you've come getting
caught masturbating at work? And who else? To my listeners,
who else gets insanely horny at their desk has turned
a pack stadium into their own personal hunting ground. Spill
your risky public confessions. You can always send them to
me at Nikki and Ikky at Dearniky dot com, anonymously
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Time for a live show every night. Or just join
the community talk to other sexplortifs just like yourself. Yeah,
I've never well, see, here's the thing. My job has
never been a traditional job. But at a traditional job,
I've never master made in a traditional job, my job
now or when I was on the lines. Yes, there
are times during my day I take a minute off,
I'll go knock one out. It gets me focused. I
can come back to work, so but again, I don't
have a traditional nine to five. Dear Niki God, I
never thought i'd be writing something like this, but I
need to confess what's happening with our neighbor. My husband,
Aidan and I are drowning in debt. In our dream
craftsman Buffalo. The AC died during a brutal heat wave.
Credit cards are maxed, mortgage is late, and every repair
feels like it's pushing us towards foreclosure. We're both in
our late twenties. I'm a third grade teacher, he's in tech,
and we thought we were building something smart and progressive.
Instead we're barely surviving on rawmen in stress. Then Jonas
moved across the street. Tall, heavy set, black ban in
his late forties, runs his own plumbing and h VAC business.
Broad shoulders, deep voice, that raw, unapologetic confidence that fills
the room. When our AC completely crapped out, he came over,
diagnosed it fast, and offered to fix it with a
salvage compressor for thirty five hundred, way cheaper than the
big companies. But we didn't even have that. Desperate we
asked for a payment plan. Jonas looked me up and
down in my sweaty tank top yoga pants. That made
a counter offer, no cash at all. If I helped
him unpack, organize, and put a woman's touch on his
new house, days, maybe weeks of work after my teaching hours,
and on weekends, he'd provide supplies, I'd provide the labor
ac fixed for free. Aiden was hesitant, but relieved the
house finally cooled down. I felt sick about it. Jonah's
lingering stairs, his blunt comments, the heavy old school masculine
energy that clashes with everything I believe in. I showed
up his first evening in the biggest, most unflattering sweats
and long sleeve shirt I owned, no make up, hair
and ponytail. Jonas took one look at me and shook
his head. What the hell's this potato sack? I said,
comfortable clothes, sweetheart. He put me right to work in
the chaotic kitchen, unboxing everything, organizing cabinets, then told me
to cook him dinner while he watched me move around. Well.
I cooked and cleaned. He didn't hold back. He asked
about our sex life with Aiden, how often, whether my
dorky husband actually satisfies me? If he goofts down on
me properly or just licks like a kitten. When I
gave short, defensive answers, he laughed and pushed harder. But
he's packing a tiny pink pencil. Huh. A body like yours,
thick hips, full tits tiny waist, is built for a
real man who knows how to stretch and satisfy it.
Every crude remark made my skin crawl and my cheeks
burned with anger, but I kept working. The cool air
blowing through our house across the street reminded my why
I was really here. He kept me there for hours.
By the end of the night, the kitchen was organized,
dishes done, and Jonas told me to be back at
ten a m. Sharp the next day, Saturday and lose
the potato sack and dressed like I actually have a
body worth showing makes the work go faster when there's
something nice to look at, he said, with that satisfied grain.
I've led home humiliated, furious at his toxic comments and
the way he objectifies me so casually. Aidan could tell
something was off, but just hug me gratefully for the
working eight sea. I haven't told him half of what
Jonah said. Now I'm lying in bed, stomach and notts,
knowing I have to go back tomorrow. Part of me
wants to call it off and break the heat again,
but another part, the desperate, exhausted part, knows we need
this deal to survive. I keep replaying the stairs, his
deep laugh, the way he dominates the space without even trying.
I hate how it makes me feel. And I'm terrified
of what the next few days or weeks of being
alone in his house with him might lead to. I'm
already wondering how much further this help is going to go.
The desperate housewife next door I think this is I
think the guy next door or across the street where
he is, I think he's feeling hero out. I do.
I think he's eventually just gonna snap. And I think
he's going to keep pushing and we all give. And
that's thirty five hundred AC And I mean when you
trade for sex, and I mean she didn't trade for sex,
but she trade for work, you know, putting a woman's
touch on the house, you know. I think eventually it
might come to that. Maybe I don't know, but I'm
wondering if it does, could she just go Okay, let's
fucking get it over with and that's we're even I mean,
it sounds like that's the point where she's almost at
I don't know. Question for our desperate housewife next for
how far do you think you'll go? You know, do
you think you'll actually give him a blowjob or let
him do very naughty things with you. I'm not for
very pushing men like this, but I think eventually I
could get somewhere in my head where I mean, I'm
going through perimenopause and if it's a heat wave, I
probably could be talked into just about anything just to
feel cool, just saying it's it's bad enough you keep
the house at sixty eight and you still look up
like a you know, a whore in church sledding, and
you're now stripping off wet clothes as you sleep in
the olden nights, you are really asleep and stripper. Oh listeners,
have you ever traded labor or more with a neighbor
to get a out of a tight spot or fantasized
about a dominant older man stepping in when your partner
can't provide, And how did that power dynamic feel? Yeah? See,
I'm like you Betty, I I don't think I really
unless it's really frigid cold. I really don't turn on
my heat in the winter. It feels amazing. But I
also have one of those nice, oh cozy earth blankets,
the really fuzzy ones that I really don't need the heat.
So like the winter, there's times at night where I'm
even cracked the window just because it's really feels really nice.
Walking around the house is nude. It does help, Yeah,
it does help. I'm in like these. I'm clothed, but
I never wear brought home. I refuse to, just refuse to.
I don't have to. Only comes out like if I
have a video meeting or go out. But today exactly
no reason. There's no reason. So today, Patty, I'm wearing
a black, low cut cami with lacy boy shorts and
that's all I've been encouraged to wear. I won't even
say courage, just didn't give a damn to wear for
their whole day. And no panties, so you can see
every little outline, and when the Brent listens to us,
you'll know exactly the pair I'm wearing. Darnik. There's something
about being out on the water that turns even the
most reserved wise into absolute animals. Beside the waves, the
gentle rocking of the boat, it just flips the switch.
I learned that the hard way, or should I say,
the wet way, when I took my buddy's wife out
for a day on the lake. She's the classic hot wife,
early thirties, married almost ten years, kill her body, she
keeps toned for her husband. Normally she sweet a little
shy in public, always posting those perfect family picks. But
the second we got out on the boat, away from
the dock and the rules, something changed. We were anchored
in a quiet cove, just the two of us, sun
beating down cold beers in the hand. She was wearing
a tiny red bikini that barely contained her full tits
and left nothing to the imagination on the round juicy ass.
The first it was innocent, laughing, swimming or climbing back
onto the boat with the water dripping down her curves.
Then she started getting touching my arm, pressing me up
against me accidently while the boat rocked, whispering how her
husband never takes her out like this. The next thing
I know, she's on her knees in the cockpit, pulling
my shorts down and sucking me like she's been starving
for it. The boat was gently rocking with every bob
of her head. She looked up at me with those
hungry eyes and moaned round my cock. God, I needed this.
He never lets me be this sturdy. I pulled her up,
bent her over the railing, and slid into her soap
pussy from behind while the waves lapped against the hull.
Every thrust made the boats sway harder. She was loud, shameless,
pushing back against me and begging for it deeper. Fuck
me like you can't, she kept gasping. She came so
hard her legs shook, and I filled her right there,
creamed by dripping down her thighs as she laughed breathlessly,
and she said she never felt so free. We spent
thereat the afternoon naked on a boat, going at it
again and again until the sun started to set. She
texted her husband acute having fun on the water selfie,
while my come was still linking out of her. Moral
of the stories, get a boat, fellas, there's something about
the water that makes hot wives insatiable. Captain of the
cream Pie Cruiser wonder if he has that like stapled
on the side out side of the boat cream Pie Cruiser,
like if he named his boat cream Pie Cruiser. I
mean right, It's kind of like when you go to
like an RV park you put it. I think it's
anal after every like anal. It's either before the word,
like anal wanderer or anal whatever. Like I think it's anal.
Could be wrong. You guys are gonna have to look
that up. I don't know. I've never gotten frisky on
oh wait, not on a boat. But it was with
a boat. Like I was out in the water in
the middle of the night and like being pulled on
an energy, not like dark, but the sun was setting
and they stopped and I lowered myself down in the
water and there were people still on the boat. But
the person I was on the tube thing got in
the water with me, and yeah, I may have been
fingered a bit. I'm just saying. So it's not technically
on a boat, but yeah, I let him do whatever
kind of what he could get away with because his
wife was on the shore. Yeah, and listeners hot wives
or husbands who share them. Does being on the water
or a beach make you Hornier and Boulder. I've ever
been fucked or watched your wife get fucked on a boat,
and tell me how wet it got. You can always
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I am told quite frequently how naughty I am just saying,
and sometimes I don't mean to be or realize it.
So yeah, Dear Nikki. Apart from being a total slut
who loves getting fucked by anyone who catches my eye,
I've discovered I absolutely adore selling my body as a whore.
I don't need the money. My husband makes decent cash
and I have my own job, but God, the extra
spice it adds to the sex is a dictive as hell.
It started as a naughty fantasy I'd whispered to my
husband during dirty talk, but a few months ago I
decided to make it real. I created a discreet profile
on one of those show or s court adjacent sites,
using fake photos at first, then real ones once I
got brave. The thrill of chatting with strangers, negotiating a price,
excuse me, my price for my time and body, then
showing up like an expense of horror I want to be.
It makes my pussy wet before i'd even leave the house.
Last weekend was a perfect example. I told my husband
I was going out for a girl's night. Instead, I
met a successful businessman in the hotel suite downtown. He
was in his late for ees, married himself, and paid
me eight hundred dollars for two hours of companionship. The
moment the door closed, he had me on my knees,
calling me his dirty, little paid slut while I sucked
his thick cock. Knowing I was literally being bought made
me so much sluttier than usual. I wrote him reverse
cowgirl in the bed, moting loud enough for the neighbors
to hear, letting him slap my ass, pull my hair
while I told him how much I loved being a
whore for cash. He came deep inside me, then tipped
another two hundred dollars because I let him take a
few photos of his com leaking out of my freshly
fucked pussy. I drove home with a thousand dollars in
my purse and another man's load still dripping into my pannies.
My husband was none of the wiser when I crawled
into bed to let him fuck me sloppy seconds later
that night. There's just something so deliciously dirty about turning
my body into a transaction. The negotiation, the power exchange,
the way they treat me like a premium fuck toy
they've rented for the night. It makes even regular sex
with my husband bill hotter. Afterward, I'm already browsing messages
for my next booking. I'm not ashamed. I'm addicted. I'm
a paid whoror on the side is the ultimate spice
of this slut sex life. Addicted hot Why for now?
I have been offered way back my day when I
was on the lines, but I couldn't. One wouldn't, but
also couldn't because I definitely did not, at twenty seven,
look like the sixty six year old woman I was playing,
so that was completely out. But uh, you know, God
bless the women that do it. I no judgment, no shade,
whatever we want to call it here. It's not for me,
but it's funny. You know, during the holidays when I
worked online, I actually had gentlemen to ask me if
I was doing this full time or was I doing
it just for to like for Christmas or birthdays or
holidays that kind of thing. It was extremely extremely interesting that.
I mean, it is a good way to make some
side hustle money if you're looking for a decent holiday paycheck.
Hello John, Very good evening. I've got to ask the
author though, for cash addicted slut, why for what's the
hottest payment moment you've ever had so far? The negotiation,
the actual sex, or the walk of shame home with
cash income? Does your husband have any idea you're doing
this or is this a total secretly part of the thrill.
That was another thing that they asked me if I
was married and if so, did my husband know that
kind of thing? And I'd be like, you know, depending
where if I've talked to him before or worry lean
to They always got off with like, I, oh, no,
never apologize that you pop in and if I'm out
as you want, Bolly that That's what she said, right.
Sometimes I walk into my own jokes and listeners. Hot
wives are sluts who've tried escorting or sugarplay for the kink,
not just the money. How did the change your sex, life, drive,
or marriage? Would you ever let your partner watch you
get paid to fuck? If that was his king, I'd
go for it. I mean maybe it had to be
maybe fake kind of thing. I don't know if I
can really do it. I don't know. That might be
a hard line. Hmm. Dear Nikki, I'm my boyfriend's free
you slut, and I fucking love it. He can have
my body whenever he wants, however he wants, no matter
what I'm doing or who's around. He knows exactly how
much power he has over me, and he loves reminding
me of it every single day. Just a kiss from
him or the sight of his hard cock is enough
to flip the switch to my brain, and seconds I'm soaked,
the only thought in my head is how I can
use my body to please him. Everything else disappears. He
especially loves teasing me when I'm on the phone. He'll
rub his dick against me, pull my clothes aside, and
slip in deep. I'm trying to sound normal. It's so
hard not to moan the moment he bottoms out. I
have to grip the phone tighter and just focus just
to keep my voice steady. A few days ago, it
got even riskier. I was on a FaceTime call helping
someone with questions about their project. My face was right
on the screen, room dimly lid, so they couldn't see
how much below my shoulders. My boyfriend gently guided me
on to my stomach and started fucking me slowly from behind.
Every deep stroke made me clinch around him harder. I
tried so hard to keep a straight face and stayed focus,
but I was slipping fast. I entered the call as
quickly as I could, but I'm pretty sure a soft
moan escaped right at the end. Another time, I got
a call and he immediately dropped his pants, waving a
thick cock in front of my face. I started sucking
him while still answering questions, trying to rush through the
conversation so he could properly face fuck me. Turns out
he was just teasing me that time. We were about
to head out, but I couldn't resist. I pulled my
pants down, got on all floors at the edge of
the bed and doggie and let him fuck me until
he filled me up with his cumb Maybe that was
his plan all along. Being his free used toy means
I'm always ready, always lad, always thinking about how to
serve his cock. The risk, the suddenness, the way he
takes what he wants. It turns me into a dripping,
obedient little slut for him every single time, his personal
free use fuck toy. Hello, Carl, good evening. I I
don't know how you could get away with it, cause
I'm sitting here picturing her on her stomach and she's
on face time with this person and he's fucking her behind.
So how is he and how is she not like
to sing of it like a rowing machine? How is
she not being pushed forward? You know? I mean it
looks like like she was almost headbanging in a very
bad way, like not keeping rhythm to music. Maybe I
don't know, they could have marching band music just to
keep rhythm. I have no idea. In questions for her author,
what's the riskiest place or situation he's taken you in
so far? Ever been used while you were important call
or public? Does he let you have your con during
your free sessions or is it all about his pleasure
until he decides otherwise? And listeners who else has a
free use arrangement with their partner, hot lives, girlfriends or boyfriends?
What's the hottest interrupted moment you've had and how far
would you let it go on a live call? Now,
I'll have to admit that is something I want to do.
I want to I do want to suck somebody off,
or my partner, I want to suck him off while
he's on a phone call. There's just ordering pizza or
doesn't have to be anything, you know, something you know?
I just I just think it's hot. Anybody ever done that?
Or Ben? Is this something you would do? John? Okay,
so say there's a It is fun to distract, isn't it.
I mean, think about it. If you're on a work call. Okay,
what do you do John? It doesn't matter. Okay, you
drive a truck. Okay, say you are at home filling
out paperwork and you have to call something in. I'm
just making this shit up as ago and I forgot
you were a trucker and a person that you desire
comes in crawls under that desk or table while you're
on that call and pulls your dick out and start sucking.
Are you telling them no? Or are you scooping down
in the chair? What are we doing? I'm gonna tell
you right now, Betty, and I would be like, right there,
there we go, because I'm telling you, if you don't,
you ain't getting any for as to night. You're gonna
let us play, even if you don't vanish, even if
you leave you there and crawl back under the desk
or table and we go on our merry day while
you're stuck on a call. Hard as help you push
this the way, you're not getting any finished. I'm just
saying I don't about Betty, but that's home. That's how
Henri I am. Dear Nikki, My wife is such a
slut and I fucking love it. We're on a cruise
right now, easy travel day, just lounging around the ship,
drinks in hand, ocean views everywhere. Meanwhile, she's been glued
to her phone all day, sexting random guys she met
on swinging sites. I can see that little smirk on
her face every time her screen lights up. She's been
tyking ferociously, biting her lip, shifting in her seat, like
she's already wet just for the messages. I asked her,
what's going on. She just smiled sweetly and said nothing, babe.
When I pushed a little, she laughed and told me
straight up, it's better you don't know exactly what I'm
saying to them or what they're saying back. She knows
I don't mind. Hell, I get off on it, but
she still loves to keep some of the dirty details
to herself. That mystery just makes it hot her. I
can only imagine the filthy things she's promising those guys.
How she's going to sneak off the ship with them,
have let her married pussyas for stranger cock, how she's
going to let them use her while I'm somewhere nearby
pretending not to know. All day, she's been building it up,
getting herself worked up, probably already planning which deck or
which bar she'll disappear too late and tonight, I know
she'll come back to our cabin with that freshly fucked
grow glow. Maybe still he can come and casually tell
me it was just a little fun while she lets
me slide into the sloppy seconds. My wife's a complete
slut and this cruise is about to get a whole
lot more interesting because of it. Proud cook on deck
cruise shipful. I've been on many many cruises, just to
say it. And when you've been on so many, you
know the signs of the group, Like there's usually a
small group of swingers that will go and it was
so obvious. One time the guy actually had the upside
down pineapple shirt and it was very obvious and inducing
myself and actually they were fans. Ugh, well that was
an interesting trip. But cruise ships offer. They are basically
hold floating cities. They offer. Even the ones that are
not that are playing vanilla right, they're not. They're absolutely not.
I can tell you because I used to work for
them for about a year and a half in the
group's department. I can honestly tell you they're not. And
there's things we have to look out for, but I
always let them fly under the radar because who cares.
So if you're going to explore, there's always a group
around that's living to explore, if you know what I mean. Okay,
hot wives on vacation, Okay, listeners, what's the sluttiest thing
you've done while your husband's right there or nearby, on
a cruise ship or anywhere else vacation wise and husbands,
have you ever let your wife disappear for a walk
and come back obviously used? No, I have never fooled
around on a cruise ship with somebody else. I will
say this, though, I have been hired to read privately
to a group of swingers that fucked in front of me.
That was really hot. I will have to say, Uh,
got a little flustered. I always pack my vibe for
my room when I'm done. Remind me to tell you
the story about because I still my best friend still
works for the cruise line. Remind me to tell you,
guys a story about the guy who actually took his
wife and his lover and they were on the same hall,
and I think she was either next door two doors down.
Remind me that story. Okay, I'm counting you, guys. Dear NICKI,
living in the suburbs could make the most innocent moments
feel deliciously dirty, especially when your wife has a crew
of hot wife friends. The other night, one of her
sexy friends came over carrying a box of wine. She
is one of those effortlessly hot suburban moms kurvy in
all the right places, always just dressed slutty in to
make you look twice, I took the box from her
hands and headed toward my fridge. When she casually said, oh,
you can have some of my box, my brain immediately
went straight to the gutter. I pretended I didn't hear it,
though my wife definitely did. But inside I was spiraling
with the filthiest thoughts for the rest of the evening.
Is her box shaved smooth? Does it keep a neat
little landing strip? Does she have full soft rug that
would feel amazing and gets my face? Has she ever
let another woman bury her tongue in her box and
lick it until she squirts? Is her box a tight
little inny or does she have a plump, juicy, oudy
lips that have begged to be sucked every time she's
laughed or cross her legs on the couch. I couldn't
stop by picturing what that box actually looks like, tastes like,
and how wet it might get if I ever got
a chance to open it. Just one innocent comment about wine,
and now I'm obsessed with my wife's hot mill, friend's box,
suburban box, obsessed. It's been a long time since I've
heard someone talk dirty about a box. I love that line.
I'm gonna have to borrow it. You can have some
of my box. I wonder if that translates to the
UK very well. I know it'll translate to dar sap,
but you know probably so. I love in the windows
that I mean, hence our riddles. Right, so to our
obsessed suburban box. Did your wife ever notice how distracted
you got after that comment? Has she ever teased you
about her friends before? And have you ever gotten a
taste of one of her mill friends's box or is
this a fancy still building? And what's the most innocent
sounding comment for my listeners that suddenly turned a super
sexual in your head? Any bourbon milfbox stories or accidental
in windows that left you throbbing all night? I'm usually
they usually fly over my head when someone makes them,
you know, and you're like later and you're like, oh, yeah,
they usually kind of fly over my head. Oh. I
have to say though, the other day, Darcy was setting
up real nice for me and I was hitting them
out of park with him. Oh I do too, Betty.
I love teasing within you windows just enough for making
the head scratch. You know, John, what do you think
can we teachy with an inny window? I don't have
one off the top of my head. Always I like John.
John's down for anything and only things one taste, that's
for sure. It's always the quiet ones though that I'm
with you there, Betty. That's really fun to tease that
real quiet ones. But I find out they're really quiet ones.
They they tend to fuck back hard, so you can
only tease them so far. But I love they that
they do end up taking control. That's really hot. Dear Niki,
I finally confessed my biggest kink to my new girlfriend
that I'm a huge cuck coold. After months of talking
about everything else, I couldn't hold it in anymore. She
was speechless at first and asked for time to process it.
I was anxious as hell, but hopeful it wouldn't ruin us.
A couple of weeks passed with no mention of it,
so finally asked what she thought. She tried to be
sweet and accepting, but it was obviously she didn't get
the full full of it. Excuse me, I encouraged to
ask me anything, and after a long honest conversation. She
started to understand how my cut cold king really works.
A few days later, we were talking about past experiences again.
I made it clear that I wouldn't be jealous. In fact,
I probably love hearing her stories. After some hesitation, she
opened up and she told me made me raw hard instantly.
She still had old picks she used send her X
plus a short video of them fucking. She also confessed
that during the summer, when we first started talking and
going on dates, she was actively sexting multiple guys, swapping nudes,
dirty messages, and even doing live video calls where they
masturbated together. Even though a little jealousy hit me, the
excitement was overwhelming. I begged for every detail in any
proof she still had. She showed me the old chat threads.
The picks had disappeared because they were timed, but the
dates were there, right in the middle of our first dates.
Then she opened her hidden gallery and let me see
the naughty picks she sent those guys, and finally sent
me a video. I waited until I was alone, cock
already leaking in my hand heart pan. The video was
only twenty seconds long, but it was pure fire. It
was shot from a guy's point of view, my girlfriend
on the bed with her bat ass up high, face
buried in the pillow while he fucked her raw from behind.
You could clearly see his bared cock sliding in and
out of her pussy as he slapped her ass. I
didn't even make it to the end. I exploded in
a huge load before the clip finished. It was one
of the hottest moments of my life. Not only did
she accept and understand my cuckold kink, but she was
willing please shared it to something so personal and slutty
for her past. Now. I jerked off to that video
all the time, staring at the pick she set me
with other guys fantasizing about what she was texting them
while we were just starting to date. She made me
realize how much I love her and how badly I
crave more of the side of her, newly cookeed and
loving every second of it. I gotta give this person
kudos because exactly what I say he told her, and
he gave her grace and checked back in, So I
mean it wasn't dropped between the folds of the couch.
I love that anytime we're bringing such a kink up
like cutcolding, especially if the person sounds like she was
a little vanilla but privately just sexting, And to me,
that's vanilla sexting and showing stuff. That's it could be
just because of everything I've worked with and everything else.
That's why it seems vanilla to me. But again it's
probably very slutty to somebody else. But I'd love that
she sat down and also listened and asked questions. So
this was amazing for me. I am cheering them on.
I think it's awesome. In question, did she ever seem
turned on telling you these stories or was she mostly
nervous about your reaction? I can see that as well.
I know the first time I would tell somebody I
would it would be a little nerve racking, I think,
and listeners cos or hot wives? What's the hottest? I
can't believe she just told me that confession your partner
ever shared with you. Would you beg to see old
videos and picks like this or ask her to recreate
something similar with someone new. I did actually kind of
thought that's where the story was going as well, that
maybe he'd be like, well, let's puill up a chat
room and do it again, or do you you know,
would you know fill in the blank here right kind
of maybe'd go there. Maybe we'll get a part too,
and told about it. That'd be awesome. Dear Nikki, I've
got two favored escapes that both around revolve around the
same filthy idea getting completely used and drained my women
who know exactly what they're doing. The vibe is totally different,
but the end result of the same. I walk out empty,
shaking and sad, as the massage parlor feels almost ritualistic.
I walk in just another appointment, but that there's an
unspoken tension in the air. The second the door closes,
I strip down, lie face down, and she works my
back with slow, perfect pressure until I'm drifting off. Then
she tells me to flip over with this knowing little smile.
She pours warm oil over my chest and stomach, and
her hands slide lower like she's done this a thousand times.
When her fingers finally wrap around my cock, she starts
with long, teazing strokes. She adges me mercilessly, thumb circling
the head, watching every twitch of my legs, every sharp breath,
until I'm right on the edge and bagging without words.
When she finally decides I'm ready, she tightens her grip
just enough. I explode hard, but she doesn't stop. She
just slows down, squeezes a little tighter, and milks every
last drop out of me until I'm twitching an impy.
The hotel rooms are completely different world, different cities, different hotels,
and I get to choose exactly what I'm craving that
night from hundreds of options. Sometimes she opens the door
in lingerie and drags me in by the waist. Sometimes
she pushes me onto the bed, climbs on top, and
takes what she wants without a single word. I've had
nights with two girls at once, both fighting over my cock,
one sucking the head while the other licks up the shaft,
then swapping so one of my balls, as always, tries
to swallow the base. They keep trading until my legs
give out and I'm unloading a thick load into another
one of their eager mouths. I've had one riding my
cock while the other girl grinds on my face. I've
bent her over the hotel desk and fucked her until
she's begging, then watched her drop to her knees and
suck me clean. I've had shower sessions where she soaps
my car slowly as a tease, then sinks down through
the stream and sucks me that she can't get enough.
I love the long, sloppy blow jobs that make my
legs shake. I love coming deep in their mouths. I
love filling them up while they ride me. I love
being completely drained by a woman who takes control and
don't stop until I'm limp, spent, and trembling. These are
my two favorite escapes. The slow teasing release some of the
massage table and the wild no light, no limits nights
in the hotel room leave me both addicted drained and
addicted escape artist. Those are two very different, but kind
of the same craving maybe. I Mean, there's times i
want slow and expert, but most of the time I'm
the other, the just I really want raw and just
a free for all. I'm I'm the one that usually
has to be slowed down just because I can get
very frantic with my sex. You know. The BRIT's always
like come down. I mean, he always has to slow
me down. Otherwise I would everything would be done really quick.
And but that's just me. I love once I'm teased
and I'm wet and roused and worked up, I'm ready
just to be fucked really hard and raw. But that's
me and listeners. Who else escapes into massage parlors or
hotel hookups for that perfect drain feeling? What's your favorite
way to be finished off? Slow teasing hands, sloppy competing mouths,
or just get ridden until you can't move? I'm the third?
What about you guys? Like? Right now I could go
for a number three? It's I can pull up through
the drive through. Hi, welcome to you know, exploratives. How
can I help you? I'll take a number three where
I can't walk the next morning and maybe still fiell
it three days later. I have eithern John. But early early, early,
early early on, there was a woman that rode in
and actually went to one of those parlors, and I
have to say, I'd never thought of a woman going
in there, And now even to this day, it still
has me thinking about it. Yeah, kind of has me
thinking about it. Patty, what about you? Would you go
to a I know, yeah, I remember I went to
the school once, like massage school, you know, COSECT. They
have hair school and dental school. I'm a massage school. She
were to get them done there too, And I asked
a girl once and she said that they'll get gentlemen
coming in and asking for them. And I'm like, really, huh.
She's like, yeah, yeah, illegal tantrak massage would be nice.
Yeah hmm. I think we're gonna have to do some
looking guys saying I gotta go to school. They're inexpensive,
and if you can get one that's about to graduate.
They the way it was done when I was there,
they have three toff and types, you know, and usually
one that's like this place, they were in numbers. You
had a one, two or three, and the three was
about to graduate and go off and work in a
parlor wherever. And I think the price was different for each,
but I mean I paid no more than like twenty
bucks for like an hour. So it's kind of like
if you just want a haircut, no frills, like a trim,
go to a hair school, but ask for one that's
about to graduate. Yeah, half price. Yeah, I need a
good massage. My thing is I'm always tight, like in
my hips, so I don't only care about anything else.
Getting massage just massage rund my hips, my butt cheeks,
seems like I'm always stiffed there. I can't do deep tissue, Yeah, nope,
can't do a deep tissue. That's not unless you're rubbing
my and then you can deep tissue all you want.
That's what she said. Dear Nikki, I'm five two female
urologists with a fit body that I've maintained for twenty
years and a very full thirty two d chest. Peoples
always assume I'm being a straight woman who stares at
cocks all day must be exciting, But the reality is
most of my patients are older men with average or
smaller equipment. It's rarely anything special. Until this day, this
late forties guy walked in. He said he was having
trouble making love to his girlfriend because of his size
and wanted it checked out. I assumed he was worried
about being too small. I've had that conversation plenty of times.
I told him to drop his pants so I could
examine him. When I turned around from washing my hands,
I nearly froze. His soft cock was already almost nine
inches long and thicker than my forearm. Heavy beany with
a fat head. I tried to stay professional, but my
pussy was instantly soaked. I sat down in front of him,
gloved up, and examined him with both hands, running my
fingers along that mass of shaft. It started swelling immediately.
He apologized softly. I told him it was fine, but
I was lying. I was dying to do more. There
was no medical reason, but I scheduled him for a
follow up in three months. For the next ninety days,
I couldn't stop thinking about that monster cock. I masturbated constantly,
imagining suckening it, riding it, and even though I knew
it went against every rule. When he finally came back,
I had him drop his pans again. His cock was
right there in front of my face. I examined it
way longer than necessary, stroking him slowly with one hand,
then both. He got rock hard in seconds, easily over
eleven inches, so thick my hand couldn't close around it.
I looked up at him, locked eyes, and asked if
it felt good. He moaned, that was the permission all
I needed. I leaned forward, linked around the fat head.
He tasted incredible. I stretched my mouth wide and forced
the head inside, sucking hungrily while I pumped the thick
shout with both hands. Within a minute, his cock started pulsing.
I pulled back just enough so the head rested on
my tongue, and he exploded at least eight heavy ropes,
a thick cumb floating my mouth. It felt like I
was drinking a full cup. I swallowed it down in
two big gulps, then calmly told him to pull up
his pants and that the exam was over. As I
opened the door and let him leave, he looked me
in the eyes and said thank you. I smiled and replied, no,
thank you. I still think about that huge cock all
the time. Professional or not, some patience are impossible to forget.
The urologists who couldn't resist the monster. Betty this this yeah,
mm hmm, Betty, I don't think we would have been professional.
I think just saying, I mean, we'd have to just
see if it fit. I mean, you know, for educational purposes,
you know, I mean, right, I mean, I mean it's
just educational research. Yes, that's what we're gonna call it.
Educational research. Yeah, I mean I may even need to
be stretched, you know, because my pelic floor is tight too,
you know, for research. If eleven inches would stretch or not.
I'm gonna tell you it would because I'm tight, Joe.
You know, pelic floor therapy and all that. John, how
you doing? Oh goodnesss Have we ever crossed the line
with someone like this? Yeah? Exactly, that's what she said?
Mm hmm in listeners, doctors, nurses, or anyone in a
position of power. Have we ever had a patient client
student whose body made you lose all control? Were patients
that fantasized about their hot doctors doing exactly this I have.
He's not classically attractive. I am attractive to very intelligent
man like extremely intelligent and my doctor. I knew he
was attractive in that God, he's smart and he's hot
like that way. And I but I kept at arm's
length because I thought he was like in his early thirties,
late twenties and I'm like or mid thirties. I found
out he's only like three years younger than me on
the last visit, and I'm went, oh shit, Ansley, I'm masturbated.
I see him on Friday. I do now if he's
a listener, which I do not know, he's gonna know.
I think a staff listen, so I might want to
edit to shit out. Tonight, we heard from a doctor
who couldn't resist wrapping her lips around a patient's massive
cock and swallowing every drop. And what makes it, which
makes it sexy? You can tell he's quiet. He's a
perfect Catholic boy. Yeah, that's also what makes a hot petty.
We also learned that sometimes the temptation is so strong
it overrides every professional boundary oath. We learn from a
girlfriend who loves being her boyfriend's for use toy even
during serious work calls. The risk and total loss of
control clearly make her wetter than ever. We heard from
a guy who mastered two very different ways of getting
completely drained, the slow expertise of a massage parley versus
the wild anything goes chaos of hotel threesomes pure indulgence.
The biggest lessons from all of these. When chemistry and
hunger are intense enough, people will risk a lot for
that rush of raw pleasure. Desires doesn't always play by
the rules, and sometimes that's exactly what makes it so
addictive and tonight, are you ready for the riddle? We're
gonna say it again for John, I want to be
inside you every day, and you can set me to
vibrate for extra fun. What am I anybody? Anybody now?
Oh you said no idea, Oh gosh, miser electric toothbrush.
Everybody went dirty on that one. I know you did,
because I did too. I know right now. Free Holy
wasn't here. He had been throwing out all kinds of
dirty ones like he was the other night, just saying
through all kinds of dirty answers. Shame on him. Okay, guys,
it's time for your dirty, naughty, dirty, most irusion. Name
it tonight. You're dirty tucking. I want to confess everyone.
I'm a stupid hore. My name is Nikki, and last
night at the fifteenth Avenue Bookstore Theater, I let my
master Jeremy turn me into the filthiest public comdom that
was sticky a dark room. I wore my sexy Velma
outfit for just for this orange lingerie top stretched so
tight over my heavy forty double d tits that my
hard nibbles poked right through the thin fabric like backing
little sluts. The red mini skirt barely skimmed the bottom
of my ass cheeks, flashing everyone my bare shaved pussy.
And the blackfishnet garter belt, hugging my thick thighs clip
to matching thigh high stockings, black heels that clicked on
the floor, making my hips sway and my ass jiggle
with every step. By the time we walked through the doors,
my cunt was already throbbing, slick juices trickling down my
inner thighs. I could smell my own arousal with the
theater's thick scent of old popcorn, sweat and dried coumb
My pulse hammered in my ears as I thought about
all the stranger's cocks waiting to stretch and fill me.
We slipped into the front row. The movie flicked on
the screen, but nobody was watching it. I slid my
hand into Jeremy's lap, first, palming the thick bulge in
his jeans. God, it was so hot, already pulsing under
my fingers like that it had a heartbeat of its own.
I n zipped him, slowly, teasing the sipper teeth apart
with my breath, hitched his cock sprang free, thick, fained
and rock hard. I wrapped my fingers around the warm,
silky shaft, feeling ever rich and throb as I stroked
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That's it for Nikki after Dark. Thank you for listing you, beautiful, beautiful,
filthy listeners. If you have stories confessions that get you
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