Speaker 1: Welcome back to Nikki After Dark, where we dive deep
into your wildest, filthiest, most honest confessions. I'm your host, Nikki,
and tonight we're going full throttle. Here are three stories
you'll hear in this episode. A college girl catches her
completely straight door mate secretly finger herself to lesbian porn
and decides to give a very hands on awakening right
there on the bed. A dominant old manager finally snabs
after hours. He ties his employeed to a chair with
his own leather straps, face focks her, bends her over
the desk, and leaves her dripping with a cream pie
while still bound and helpless, and a free use roommate
games go nuclear when her best friend shows up for
a casual visit and ends up watching her get a
throat bucked and railed doggie style while take photos. And
before we dive into these full stories, I have your
audience question. Have you ever had a sexual experience that
completely changed how you see one of your close friends
or roommates. Would you act on the secret attaction if
you actually caught your friend in a compromising corner moment,
or would you keep it to yourself forever? And just
let it fuel your fantasies. Let me know in the comments,
or you can send your own confessions to Nikki in
Ikky at dear niki dot com anonymously through our website
at dear niki dot com under the confessions tab, and
join us over on our discord channel Monday through Saturday,
eight pm Central Standard Time for naughty shenanigans with other
sex lords just like yourself and just I haven't said
this in quite a while, and tonight reminded me of
it when someone sent me a damn. When you send
in your confessions, I don't read them. I don't. They
go right to Darcy. And when you hear me either
live or recorded, like on Wednesdays or Fridays, that's the
first time I'm ever reading them. So unless there's like
something in the first two lines saying this is only
for you, I don't read them. So if you're on
a live show, you and I are hearing them at
the same moment. So Cinnamon. And also, somebody also asked
me there's no word links here. You can be two sentences.
One word's kind of hard. I can usually take the
usually the one word ones like I've been getting like
face fucking. I like face fucking or face sitting, those
kind of things. I usually turn those into a tuck
in story because I really can't do much with the
word besides turning into a story that I think you
might like other than that cinnamon. We are looking at
this point, probably mid July to August, if you email
me today, So just that in mind. Okay, it's time
for you Tonight's riddle. Remember it sounds a little filthy,
but it is completely innocent. Actually, I really don't know
if this is dirty. I don't think it is. I'm
kind of reading it, so it's not dirty. It's just clean.
It's just a riddle. You're driving a bus. At the
first stop, seven get on. At the next stop, five
people get on and three people get off. At the
next stop, twelve people get on and ten people get off.
How old is the bus driver? And we'll reveal the
answer at the very end of our show. Iired that
one long time ago, so I know the answer on
this one. Actually, you know what time it is. It's
time to sit back, relax. Let's have a whiskey with
some filthy cherries, of course, and explore some erotic fantasies.
From people just like you and me. Dear Nikki, I'm
a forty two year old married mill for the body
that still turns heads, curvy hips, full breast that's strain
against my tops, and a naughty smile that says I
know exactly what I'm doing. My husband and I have
been together for years, but the spark has faded into routine. Lately.
I've been lurking on post discreet encounters and teasing with
tasteful photos of my cleavage and thighs, hoping to find
something exciting on the side. The thrill of it has
may had me soaked just thinking about it. I fantasize
about the risk, the stolen moments in the hotel rooms,
the secret tax, the way a married man would look
at me with pure hunger while knowing he's betraying his
wife for my touch. I love being the forbidden fruit.
I want to know are there really any men out
there bold enough to us cheating on their wives like me?
Men with wedding rings who would still slide into my dims,
meet me for coffee that turns into frantic kissing in
the parking lot, then fuck me senseless while there are
phones buzz with texts from home. I'm careful, always discreet,
but the danger makes me wetter. I imagine a successful
husband sneaking away from his perfect suburban wife, just a
burious face between my thighs and taste excited aboard horny
milk can get Would you risk it for me? Would
you risk everything for a few hours of raw, passionate
sex with someone who craves your cock and your attention?
I keep checking my message, my heart's racing every time
a new one pops up. Part of me hopes for
the perfect dirty secret, and part of me wonders if
any man is truly brave enough signed your secret? Milf. Oh,
I've never done this, but I see a lot of
new people here. Hello Kevin again, Hello Tease, and hello
by cock. How's my guy? I like this confession. It
was very classic forbidden desire, the thrill being the other
woman for a married man, the mix of risk and luss,
and I have to say, there is nothing like the feeling.
I I that I do have that fantasy of being
the other woman, the woman that brings you the pleasure
and you go home to routine. That's very intoxicating to me.
Just say, and for my author, How long have you
been posting and looking for this? Have you had any
close calls yet? And for the man hearing this, would
you actually risk it or is it just fantasy fuel?
And what would make you say yes? And ladies, have
you ever been the milf on the side of these messages?
What surprised you the most when someone said yes? Oh,
I appreciate that. So's anybody ever answered a a tryst
message or post? It is kind of fun to think about. Nope,
have you hear a fantastize about answering one? Not really
a thing, never thought about it. It's fun to fantasize about.
But you know, I don't think I'd crossed the line.
Dear Nikki, I work at the front desk at a hotel.
Most nights is pretty slow, so I end up just
window shopping on Grinder. I usually remember to switch my
profile pick to something without my face in case I
guessed prolls past it, But this time I forgot. This
insanely hot guy messaged me saying, you're the front desk
worker at the hotel. I could use a good room
service on my cock here he sent picks and I
instantly recognized him. I had checked him in earlier that day.
He was fucking king gorgeous. I tried to ignore him,
but sorry, I feel like I've met of sneeze. Okay,
there we go, because even a private message a guess
could get me fired. Our hotel has a strict freatenization.
But he kept texting me filthy things like I wish
I had a good slut to swallow my load tonight.
I finally messaged him back, saying I'd love to, but
I get away in too much trouble. He didn't give
up tonight. He messaged me again, and something in me
just snapped, and I thought fuck it and decided to
go for it. When the lobby got quiet, I slipped
upstairs used my master key to let myself into his room.
There he was sitting in the chair with his legs
spread wide and his thick cock already out. He had
texted me right before, telling me not to say a word,
just to get on my knees the second and I
walked in, I dropped down immediately and started sucking his
pretty cock. It was thick, imperfect. I could tell he
was loving it. He had porn playing on the TV,
which somehow made the whole thing even hotter. I sucked
him for solid ten minutes while he stroked my hair
and called me his good boy, then made me look
up at him and bag for his load. When he
finally came, he pumped it in all my mouth and
watched me swallow every drop like an obedient little slut.
I kept stroking him, gently, licking the last bits of
cum off my lips, before quietly slipping out of his room.
My heart was pounding the whole way back to the desk.
I'm hoping I don't get caught, but I'm also really
hoping he stays another night and messaging me again signed
the front desk slut. You know, I think that's another
profession that people kind of thank. The you know, oh,
I don't think they're called maids anymore. The hotel room service,
those people that come and clean your rooms or deliver
room service, I think they have a weight of this sexy,
you know, sexiness about it. Could be maybe not anymore.
I don't know if you found a and I'm actually
of all the hotels I've been to, I can honestly
say there's not been one that I've wanted to say,
come lick my pussy peas just saying me one day
for my author? Have you ever been tempted to hook
up with the guests before this actually happened, any close
calls in the past, And for the guys listening, would
you message a hotel worker on Grinder or any other
app if you knew they were on shift? And what's
the hottest part for you? And have you hooked up
with him again? My authors? Or is this just a
one time risky thrill. I'm wondering did he stay another night?
That's kind of what I'm wondering. Hello Monde, how are you?
Dear Nikki? My girlfriend and I have been reeling into
the hot past for a while now that vanished where
we use her past sexual experiences to turn each other on.
We both enjoyed a lot, but I especially get off
on it hard. The other night, we were deep into it,
she started telling me about this one guy she was
with who had a really big cock. She described how
he fucked her in every aggressive and forceful way. To
push myself even more, I asked her if he went
harder than I do. She looked at me and said yes,
that he fucked her much much harder and way deeper
than I ever have. That answer hit me like a
lightning bolt. That night, our sex was insanely hot because
of it, but afterwards it kept replaying in my head.
I can't stop thinking about how I want to fuck
her with the same intensity she still remembers from him,
to know how to fuck her even harder and more aggressively.
She made it clear it wasn't just a bigger size
or the specific position, So what's the secret? Would building
more strength and stamina through exercise me the best way.
I'm determined to improve my skills so I can give
her that raw, pounding, deep fucking. She clearly Craves signed
the competitive Hot Past boyfriend. I wouldn't think so, because
sometimes it's just a different person all together, you know.
I mean, you could probably be fucking the same way
the person sitting next to you, you know, if you're
like two guys, and it's still gonna be different, same motion,
same everything. I mean, anatomy is your anatomy is different.
So I don't know. It could be just the fact
that I don't know. I don't see a reason why
it would be really in questions for my author, have
you ever talk to her directly about wanting to fuck
her harder or are you trying to figure it out
all on your own first? And what techniques or exercises
have actually helped you fuck her harder or deeper? And
for guys that are in hot past, how does hearing
about your exes make you want to compete or does
it sometimes mess with your head? Do you guys ever
talk about past hookups. I'm trying to think of it.
I don't think we have. It's not something that we have,
but like, oh well, when so and so and I
did this and this, but not like in a disposition,
in that position, and this is how it felt kind
of way. Actually, I think we have really talking through
it my head. I can need a conversation in my head. So, yes,
he has. I don't think I've been specific. It's kind
of hot. It's it's erotica for the brain, you know,
because just because she could be telling you step by step,
your brain's maybe not even picturing and just picturing sexually
with her with somebody else that could really be turning
on absolutely. Just remember you guys can send your own
confessions to Nikki and i kk Y at Dearniki dot
com anonymously through the website at dear Niki dot com
on the confessions tab, and don't forget join us over
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Since Central Standard time, my tongue is tied tonight. Anybody
want to help me with that? For other exp sex lord,
its just like you. Oh my goodness, hello, sub how
are you hello? Tease? You're back again? I guess I
think I can't. I can't controls popping in and out.
I mean, I have you guys up, but the stories
are covering you up. So I don't get lopsided here,
dear Niki. I'll be home to my family in just
a few hours. For now, though, I'm a fully committed
to being a complete slut for every guy who came
out to fuck me. I'm a married mom with a normal,
respectable life. But right now I'm in a hotel room
with my legs spread, my wedding rings still on. I've
already taken multiple loads tonight, and I'm not done yet.
I snuck out telling my husband I had a girl's night.
But the truth is I've been craving this for weeks,
being used like a cheap poor by strangers who don't
know my real name. They're pounding me hard, filling me up,
and treating me like the filthy slut I've become when
I'm away from my family. I love the contrast, and
if you out excuse me, in a few hours, I'll
go back to making breakfast, kissing my kids, and playing
the perfect wife. But right now, my pussy sore, my
makeup is ruined, and I'm still begging for the next cock.
The risk makes it so much hotter. I know I
should feel guilty, but all I feel is dripping wet
and addicted to this secret slut life. I'm not stopping
until the last guy is finished in me signed the
weekend family slut. There's lots of sluts tonight. I'm just
saying I this is very classic double life. You know,
people long term relationships secretly crave and miss the thrill
when everything was new. You know, sometimes you know just
you've got to have. That's I call it, always call
it a hard left. So this sounds like it's her
hard left from normal family responsibilities, time pressure, and the
extra layer of excitement and danger that she's getting off on.
When I'm wondering, though in question for my author, how
many guys have you taken tonight? Orte where you're writing
this is as it is? And is this a regular
thing you do or rare escape? And what is the
riskiest part of these hookups for you? The fear of
getting caught or something else? And for my readers, does
the I'll be home soon deadline make the slutty behavior
hotter or does the guilt hit harder afterward? I would
be I have a shirt that says it smells like
slugs and.
Speaker 2: Here, oh my god, I really should give that shirt out.
Speaker 1: I should find it and give it out at the
at the crazy summer nights, and I'm going to I
like that Amazon, I will, I will grab that because
I mean, it's basically it's it's a I want to say,
will deniss the treats, you know, but it's not. It's
it's a natural resort, and it's it's a it's a party.
So yeah, it's it's in the I R L thing
if you kind of want to know about it. Dear Nikki.
The real reason I was late to my first day
with my now boyfriend It's something I've never told him
because it was because I took too long getting ready
then gods stock in traffic. He believes that to this day,
even tease me about it whenever I'm running a little late.
It's become our cute inside joke, but it's built on
a total lie. The truth is I was hanging out
with another guy right before the date. We were supposed
to just have a quick lunch, but things escalated fast.
He got my knees and I ended up sucking his cock.
I knew I was running late, but I didn't want
to leave him hanging, so I kept going until I
made him come. I swallowed every drop, fix my make up, quickly,
pop some gum in my mouth to hide the scent
of fresh cumb, and rushed out the door to meet
my date. We had a really nice first date. At
the end of the night, while we were making out
in his car, I got horny again and decided to
suck his cock too. He had no idea. It was
the second dick I've sucked the same day. I swallowed
his load as well, two different guys. Two loads have
come in one day, all while starting something new with
the man who would become my boyfriend. I felt incredibly slutty, sexy,
and powerful. I was so pleased with myself. Now, every
time he teases me about late, I get secretly turned on,
remembering how I showed up to our first date with
another man's come in my stomach. First date comes lut.
There are lots of sluts tonight, I'm telling you. But
you know I wouldn't feel guilty about this. I mean,
it was your first date. It doesn't mean you're not
already seeing somebody else. You're not committed to them, So
I don't think Now do I think you should be
traveling with a toothbrush? That sounds like absolutely? Can I
use your bathroom to brush my teeth or you know,
or while you're driving, you know, brush your teeth, have
a little bottle of water in your car, and then
you can rinse and spit and show up to your date.
I mean, cause I would assume we all brush our
teeth with gore go on a date anyway, So no harm,
no foul. Maybe what do you guys think?
Speaker 2: Hello?
Speaker 1: En JB? How are you tonight? If she told me that,
I'd ask an a mirror? Nice? I don't think you
guys think of that stuff like we do. We panic when,
oh my god, there's already a guy in the picture,
and I still think first dates, there's you know, there's
there's no commitment, it's just a date that I don't
you know. I mean, does she tell the other guy
she's going on a date? I mean, it's not something
I would do, you know at all, But I mean
it's then like she didn't plan it. It's kind of happened.
So I'll give our pass here. But even though kudos
to her, that's all I gotta say. And for my listener,
does the memory still turn you on this much? Or
has it gotten even honter over time that now he's
your boyfriend? Have you ever been tempted to tell him
the real story during hot play? Or will this day
your dirty secret forever? Ooh? I don't know what should
I would do? I think by now, depending how long
she's been with them, I think I'd just keep this
a secret. Maybe maybe unless we started playing in the
hot past stuff, and then I think I'd bring it up.
And for my listeners, how slutty were you on the
day you met your current partner? Anyone else have a
similar I sucked one else right before our first date story?
Send your own confessions to Nikki and Ikky at Dearniki
dot com anonymously through our website at dear Nikki dot
com under the confessions tab, and join us over on
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Time for naughty shenanigans with other sex lord ofs just
like yourself. Oh, your first date was at a swingers club. Nice,
you know that's common. Actually that's not. I mean, that's
no more common than kind of meeting your first dates.
Something club just happens to be a swingers club. And
the couple I've been to not a lot of sex
actually happens, lots of flirting and getting to know each
other and just a safe place to sit and talk
about sex and boobs and asses and DIDs, dix and
whatever else was it? Dare and she called me out
on it and then did it. Nice. I love this.
He must be really really typing, Dear Nikki. This was
the start of my slutty face. I was stuck in
a long term, long distance relationship that had been trying
to end for a while, but he kept weaseling his
way back and I was completely over it. So I
finally downloaded tender. I matched with so many guys, but
most conversations fizzled out. A few, however, were really flun
and flirty. The first guy I actually met during the
summer when I was home. His name was Brandon. He
was a big Philadelphia Flyers fan and worked at a
movie theater. We mostly talked through social media and it
was surprisingly hard to meet up, but we finally made
it happen toward the end of the summer. On the
hottest day of the year, we went hiking to a
waterfall with twelve hundred steps to the top. After the hike,
we didn't have anywhere private to go, so we parked
at the parking ride lot across in my parents' house.
It started out very innocent, just talking and flirting. Then
he suggested we'd climb into the back seat and get
more comfortable. We kept chatting about our plans for the fall,
and I leaned in to kiss him. I didn't plan
for things to go further, but one thing led to another.
Before I knew it, his huge cock was inside me,
tucking me hard in the back seat of his Ford Explorer.
He kept groaning about how hot it was that I
was wet now good I felt. It really did feel incredible.
My boyfriend wasn't very big, so feeling so full and
stretched was amazing change. Brandon knew exactly how to use it,
and I came hard in less than ten minutes after
he dropped me off, I finally broke up with my
long distance boyfriend. I never saw Brandon again, but that hot,
spontaneous fuck in the back of his SUV marked the
beginning of my slutty phase. Signed your backseat Summer, You're
gonna guess it, slut I do like this, but I'm
really hoping since it's the hottest day of the year
that the car was on, the air conditioning was on,
and then I see my brain went logic, it really
did guys, even though this is so sexy, And then
I'm thinking, how brave of them to get in the
back seat while the car's going with air conditioning on.
So that's where my brain went, even though this was
really hot. Question for my author, did the first hookup
of Brandon make you crave more casual sex right away
or did it take time for your slutty phase to
fully take off. Have you ever I told your current
partner about your first post breakup fuck or does it
stay in your private hot memory and for my listeners.
What was the moment that kicked off your slutty face?
Was it right after a breakup too? Okay, so we're
gonna go back to what esaid. I met up with
an ex girlfriend. We fucked, then went to see a
girlfriend and she wanted to suck me in the car.
I didn't wash. She said it tasted different, but good.
I never said it was. It was how I married her. Wow,
I guess you guys have I mean, you know, so
now I can tell you guys, you know in your
little you know, like glove box, that's the word. I'm
looking for, little thing o whatt wipes in there, you know,
just saying maybe I don't know. I felt guilty for
many years. Now we're divorced. I did it. I really
like that fuck her? Oh my dear nikkin. It was
Friday night and my wife's friend Jen had come over
to pregame and get ready with my wife Sarah. From
the very first time we met, Jen and I had
always had strong sexual tension between us. It was subtle
because of my wife, but it was definitely there. We
pregamed for about an hour before the girls went upstairs
to the master bathroom to get ready. I knew it
would take a while, so I settled on the couch
with a cocktail and some music playing. I was already
pretty horny. Both Jen and Sara were wearing skimpy outfits,
and it felt like they were both teasing me on purpose.
I finished my first drink and was in the kitchen
making another when Jen came downstairs and her going out outfit.
She had on a tight sage green skirt that barely
covered her gorgeous ass and white tanked up with thin
straps that showed off her cleavage and shoulders. She asked
me to make drinks for her and Sara. While I
was mixing them, a twerk anthem came on and Jen
immediately started dancing. She bent over, shaking her ass right
in front of me. For her small frame, she had
an incredibly big round ass. She arched her back and
really started throwing it. A playful slap of her ass
in rhythm told her to keep going. She bent over
the counter and her elbows shook it even harder. I
stepped behind her and started grinding my hardening cock against
her ass. She giggled and pushed back into me. I
pushed her upper body down on the counter, pulled her
skirt up, moved her tiny black thong to the side.
Before she could really protest, I spit on my cock
and thrust into her. Her pussy was soaking wet. I
slid in deep easily and started fucking her hard right
there in the kitchen. Oh fuck, Jack, it's really thick,
she whimpered. I only lasted about thirty seconds before I
was pumping her full of cumb. When I pulled out,
she stayed bent over the care counter for a moment, dazed.
I told her to go clean up in the bathroom
while I finished making drinks. She came back looking put together.
Just as I finished. I handed her the drinks, then
grabbed her ass, pulled her in for a deep, sloppy kiss,
squeezed her tit, and slapped her ass again. As I
sent her back upstairs. I sat back down on the couch,
happily drained, knowing I just fucked my wife's friend while
she was getting ready upstairs. Signed the kitchen counter cream
by husband. Lady's on a slut. Yeah, I think I
would have told her too. Is the divorce gift just
saying depending how bad things were supposed to be? Outdoor already,
but her voice sug me in, Oh, we do have
siren voices from when I heard some of us two
for my author, did jin ever bring it up again
or act different around you after that night? Has anything
else happened between the two of you? And what was riskier?
The quick fuck itself? For the moment your wife could
come downstairs any moment, and for you married gentlemen, if
your wife's hot friend started t working on you like that,
would you have done the same thing. Send your own
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nonny shenanigans with other sexploridaves just like yourself. Thank you E.
You had an ex had an ex wife like that,
but it was her throat and pussy that kept sucking
me back in. Yeah, I heard, We're like a venus
y trap. Some of us are mine, especially my grip's hard.
From what I understand, I was on the I was
talking to Darcy one night news the time when the
JJ renewals were becoming a thing right when we would
go in after childbirth and stuff like that, before they
were done having kids and stuff, and they would go
in and get tightened again. And I remember, I remember asking,
I said, so, what do you think and he goes
a fuck, no, you'd snap it off. So she was
a horrible person, but fuck like a poor star, you know.
So in other words, she was the oh what do
you say the muse for the song crazy bitch. Well,
I'm not crazy, so I must fuck bad. I'm kidding,
I don't know how to fuck. I think I felt good.
I mean they finish all the time. I know, I
get complimented on my tight pussy. So just saying, dear Nikki,
I'm on a work trip right now. Made sure to
pack some toys because I'm close to ovulating. I was
trying to be responsible take care of myself instead of
risking getting fucked at the worst and best possible time.
After work today, a few of us went out for drinks.
One of my male co workers and I started chatting
and a long story short, ended up walking me back
to my room to grab some work stuff. While I
was pulling my laptop out of my suitcase. I was
talking to him and quickly grabbed the shirt that was
on top. Bake mistake. Inside that shirt were my thrusting vibrator,
my remote control toy, and my butt plug. My face
instantly turned beat red and my panic To cover them up.
I grabbed more clothes, which of course included my pajamas
and a lacy orange thong. He laughed it off, but
I was dying inside. We didn't talk about it. I
gave him what he needed and he left for the room.
I'm lying here, naked in bed, pushing all my toys
inside me, wishing it was a warm, thick cock stretching
me instead. Signed your horny work trip toy girl. I
always back all my toys, well, not all of them.
I have a big one that like when I go
to the UK for work. I don't take it because
it's it's huge, just another fucking suitcase on its own,
and I don't take it. But I do take my womanizer,
my something else which I always forget the chord for,
and my doxy. You got a butt plug room right now? Nice?
One of my when I was on the lines, one
of my favorite things to do was when the guys
called with butt plugs in I loved remotely playing with them.
You occasionally pack your prostrate toys when I know I'll
have a time in the hotel. It's always a must. Okay.
So I have a question because I was thinking about
this the other night and by the way, story finished,
so if you guys listen to the like, I think
it was like er late last week. Early this week,
I announced I've lost my vibrator. I found it, so
I've actually found it the next day. So here's the
story I think happened. Okay, So I think I went
and played with myself and vibrate myself like during the
day in the middle of work, because I get horny
and can do that. And I think I came so
hard that maybe i'd laid there, and I think I
passed out after I came, and it fell between the
wall and the head, like down on the floor. So yeah,
but Dad got me to thinking because the other night
I was too lazy and I can't reach it, so
I need to get I need to order a grabby
thingy because my tongs were not long enough, so it's
just I have little t Rex arms, so I need
to grab one of those really long things for short
people so I can get it, because otherwise I'm gonna
have to or it's gonna be Yeah, I'm gonna have
to have someone come over and help me. But I'd
rather just get a long eat thingy and grab it
because I can't reach it because it's not my reach.
So I had to go manual the other night. Well,
I didn't have to, but I didn't want to get
up go to my toy box and grab my my
long wired one right because remember my other ones are dead.
So I went manual. Well, I don't know what it's called.
Well I used to call them tushy getters, so I
guess I have little tongs which I call like in
my kitchen, I call them tushy getters. So I need
longer tishy getters, That's what I'm saying. And I went manual.
So here's the question, guys, do we prefer our electronic
friends or do we prefer manual? Because I did find
that I came differently manual. I haven't called Vanuel like
in a long fucking time. I know, like a five speed.
It didn't take me long either, I mean not as
quickly as it would on my womanizer, but it did work,
and I thought, you know, maybe I need to introduce
manual again every now and then. So what I'm asking
is if you guys use sleeves to prefer the sleeve
or manual. And by the way, some of those sleeves
are heavy, like you gotta lift weights for those dumb things.
I wonder you guys are strong. No, I just run
my clip I it is. I have dildos and they're fine.
I prefer the real thing. I have stronger orgasms when
I play with my clits. Now, I might finger myself
to get some lube because I don't own LOUB, because
I don't need LOUB yet, cause trust me, I produce
enough lube to probably satisfy a village. Not quite that bad,
but still, yeah, I'm quite juicy when I get very rousedy,
Dear Nikki. Our house sits right on a busy road
where people are constantly walking and driving by. The bedroom
is upstairs at the big window that overlooks the street.
If you're on the pavement outside, you can see straight
into our room. Jim is quite small, and our bed
is positioned at a ninety degree angle to the window,
with the foot of the bed right by the window sill.
The window itself is low, almost level with the mattress.
It feels incredibly exposed. We started leaving the curtains open
on purpose. We fucked a few times like this while
watching the world go past, cars driving by, people walking
their dogs, neighbors heading home. The thrill that someone might
look up and see us as intense. I love riding
him or getting fucked from behind right there at the
foot of the bed, completely invisible. If anyone glances towards
our window, my tit's bouncing, my moans, carrying just a little.
Knowing we could get caught any second makes it so
much hotter. We haven't been caught yet, at least not
that we know of. Signed the window exhibitionist wife, Yeah
you have, you just don't know it yet, That's what
I'm saying. Anybody else fuck with. The windows are open.
So my house is like in a valley, so even
a low moan caught just right will echo through the neighborhood.
But yes, I have I with the lights off. I
don't know if that counts, but I'm not brave enough
to do the whole light thing. A newdiest camp well,
of course, at a newdist camp. Yeah, well, if I
live in the middle of twenty five anchors, I would
leave my windows open as well. So for you listeners
in the chat, would you fuck with the curtains open?
You guys are tell me you are on a busy
street like this though, or is the risk too much?
And have you ever been caught in the act at all?
Remember to send your own confessions over to Nikki and
Ikky at dear Niki dot com anonymously through the website
at dear Niky dot com under the confessions tab, and
join us over on our discord channel Monday through Saturday
eight pm Central stand time. We're not a Shenanigans, as
you can see with me and other people just like yourself.
Absolutely been caught. We've been having sex in a park
and didn't realize there were people sitting behind us. Oh well,
I would have stuck out my hat. Insane tips, tips,
tips for the performers. I just started getting with a
married couple worker and a police knocked on. Oh yeah,
how'd that go? The police knocked on the door. This
is the start of a porno e. I'm just saying.
It's kind of like my fortieth birthday. I had some
friends over and a police came knock on my door,
and I kid you not. I was a little lit
by then, and I was like, all right, who had
ordered the fucking stripper? Because I don't get strippers. We
all know that. And he walked I invited him in,
walked him in, and he was like who drives the
blah blah blah, And I'm like, oh well, I was like,
I said my friend's name. I was like, great, she
gets the stripper. They were like he didn't want sister.
But he's like, I'm not a stripper, though it could
be interesting tonight if I was. No. Her car lights
are all so that's see. Mine could have been a
good porno story too. Uh. Yes, he worked part time
at her tanning place she went to, and subsis got
caught at our pool. Wife was sucking me off, and
my brother and his friends came through the fence. All right,
what about you, t's have you been caught yet? And JB,
what about you caught by your wife's mom? Oh he
loved jacking off in tanning booths. Oh my, oh my?
Was she hot? Oh the wife's mom? Was she hot?
That's what I thought? You were asking for oh my, yeah,
I've gotta okay, we'll hold the story the next one
because I want to see the answer on this live.
Oh my. And by the way, while we're waiting for
an answer, you don't have to show up ride at
eight o'clock. I know that, And if I gave that impression,
I totally apologize. You can pop in at any moment.
You can even pop in right now. My mom's Oh, well,
we're not gonna you. Guys can kind of picture that together,
but if you were here, you would see how dirty
it got. Oh okay, no, So sub asked if it
was a my other daughter free way fuck yeah, and
he was unfortunately no, a few years too late. Okay,
moving on, Oh my, it's getting a lot on in here, guys.
Duney Ky. I'm twenty and really close to my best
friend's mom. She's forty three, incredibly sexy. One night I
was at their house waiting for my friend to get
home from her late shift around eleven pm. We were
alone in the lounge drinking wine, and she kept looking
at me in this intense way that made me feel
both nervous and excited. She's always been super cool, open
about sex, so the conversation naturally turned to my sexuality.
I admitted I'd never been with a woman before. She
just smiled like she already knew I was curious. She
started telling me stories about the women she'd been with,
slowly moving closer to me on the couch. Every little
touch felt electric. Her hand on my thigh, her fingers
brushing my skin, The way she kept looking at my lips.
The tension was unbearable. Then she whispered that she could
tell I was curious, and asked if I wanted her
to show me what I'd been missing. The second she
kissed me, I melted. She was so confident, so teasing,
and I knew exactly how to touch me. She had
me breathless and completely flustered, grabbing on to her while
she smirked how easily I was falling apart. It felt
so filthy in the best way, because she was my
best friend's mom. By the end, I could barely think straight.
I cleaned myself up, fixed my hair, and sat back
on the couch, pretending nothing had happened, just as my
friend got home. We've never talked about it since, but
every time I see her now, the tensions still there
and I can't stop thinking about her. She's the reason
I now love pussy signed best friend secret Mom's pussy
That was kind of convenient that popped up right after mom.
I know. Oh my, we do get mom stories every
now and then, not often, but mom stories or mother
in law or sister in law milf kind of thing.
Okay from my author? Has this has been a while,
so has anyone else happened between the two of you
since that night? Or is the tension still building there?
Do you want it to happen again? And for my
girls or ladies that I have been with older women,
what surprised you? The motes about how different and better
compared it felt to guys and for my listeners in
the chat, have you ever hooked up with a friend's
parent and how did this secrecy feel afterward? I have you,
guys ever hit on a friend's parent. I've had a
friend's parent hint, well, yeah, hit on me. I had
to think. And there was one that I dated the
guy just because his dad was hot, hoping maybe he'd
flirt with me. I mean the guy was not bad
looking either, but his dad. Oh kind of wonder what
he grew up to look like. If it was my
best friend, I would definitely told him I kneeled you, mom.
Is that like an invisible line? I would think that's
an invisible line that you don't cross between friends like.
I mean, there's so many books, especially in the romance
genre or smutty genre, about it. So you know, barely
legal or early twenties chick hitting it up with a
forty year old dad, the dad bought and blah blah
blah blah blah. Yeah. In high school, I helped my
friend's mom move she was getting divorced. I'm sure she
came on to me, but the time I was so
not even missed out. You know, Kevin, there's so many
times that I've probably missed out on a couple of
guys myself. So you're not alone there because I may
sound pull together guys, but I am a complete dork
at times. I did an employee girlfriend I didn't know
she hit behind him everyone she came in and then
I seen her and my mouth draw, oh, all right,
hid nice? I thought it was hid, But I want
to go to correct you. I don't do that whole
thing here, Dear Nikki. We had a perfect evening around
the campfire, good friends, laughter, and just enough wine to
leave everyone warm and relaxed. When the embers died down,
Dan and I sai into our tent. The rain started
pattering on the fabric as we stuggled up and melted
into each other. Dan's hands were all over me. He
peeled off my braw, teasing my sensitive nipples until I
was shivering. I backed into him, feeling how hard he was.
We were kissing deeply, bodies pressed tight. Then his fingers
slid into my shorts and started stroking me. I was soaked.
I grabbed his cock, ready for him to fuck me.
When he heard footsteps and a knock on the tent pole. Guys,
sorry to bother you. It was Alex. My tent collapsed
and had flooded. Any chance I could crash with you,
we let him in. I pulled the covers up to
my neck since I couldn't find my top. Alex laid
out his mat, and suddenly the three of us were
packed tightly together in the small tent. After a few
minutes of silence, Dan started touching me again. He pulled
my shorts aside and slid inside from behind. In a slow, quiet, spooning. Fuck.
I tried so hard to stay quiet, but it felt incredible.
Dan came inside me after a few minutes. I was
still throbbing with need, so when I moaned, don't stop,
Alex's fingers found my pussy and his mouth latched onto
my nipple. I confess to Dan what was happening while
Alex fingered me. Dan was shocked but totally clearly turned on.
I reached down and started stroking Alex's thick, hard cock.
I couldn't resist any more. I climbed over Alex, straddled him,
and slowly sank down onto his cock. He stretched me
so much more than Dan. In the faint moonlight. I
rode him right next to my boyfriend, my breast bouncing
as I moaned. Dan watched every movement in silence, signed
the rainy night tense. What I love this one. This
is something I could get into. I'm telling you for
my author. What happened after you started writing, Alex? Did
Dan eventually join Anne or just watch? Or did things
get even more intense? And girls who have played with
a third while your partner watch? How did it feel
knowing he was right there, seeing everything and for a gentlemen,
would you let your friend fuck your girl in the
tent like this? Or is this fantasy you'd rather keep
in your head. I got caught with my good friend
with his youngest daughter's mouth around my cock. Oh there's
books about that too, is there? What is it about
the rain and the snow that makes us want to fuck?
You know, I don't know about your best See I
tend to be hornier if that's possible in the winter
and fall. Oh, it's stranger friendship a bit well, I
mean maybe, I mean, you know, dads don't really want
to think of their daughters having sex, especially catching them
having some kind form of sex. Dear Nikki, I'm still
sitting here in a daze, trying to process what just happened.
In my living room. My roommate Mark and I have
been playing with this filthy heigh stakes game called Surrender Fund.
We both put money in a jar every couple of weeks.
The rule is total free use, anytime, anywhere. If you
say no, you lose the entire pot. Last month has
been NonStop. We barely wear a clothes anymore. You'll suck
me while I'm making food. I'll make him eat me
out on the couch. It's been absolute chaos, and I've
loved every second. Today, my college bestie Sarah came over
to visit. I cleaned the place like crazy, thought we
were just going to chill and catch up in the kitchen.
Then Mark walked in with that look in his eyes.
He doesn't hesitate. He walked straight up to the table, unzipped,
and flopped his cock right in front of my face.
While Sarah was in mid sentence, I froze. Sarah's jaw dropped.
Mark tapped the jaw mouth pay up or get out.
I was broke, too proud to lose the money, so
I leaned forward and started sucking him off right there
in front of her. Sarah was shocked, asking if we
were serious. Mark just said it was a house rule.
I tried to finish him quickly, but he pulled out
and came all over my face. I thought it was over,
but he wasn't done. He pulled me into the living room,
put me on all fours on the rug, hiked up
my skirt, and slammed me in from behind. Sarah actually
followed us and started taking pictures on her phone. She
kept asking him if I was okay. While circling us
while she was photographing a scene. The way she watched
and commented it sent me over the edge. I came
so haigh hard I nearly blacked out. Mark finished by
pulling out and covered my back in warm coumb Then
he just got dressed, grabbed a red bull, and walked
out like nothing happened. Sarah helped me clean up, admitted
she was kind of envious, and we talked for a walk,
talking about it the whole time. Now I can't stop
thinking about the gallery picture she has of me getting
absolutely wrecked, And I'm already wondering when is Mark going
to push the rules even further? Signed your free use roommate.
I've heard of house rules and games being played. But yeah,
you love her, This would be hard for me. I'd
have to admit that this would be very hard for me.
Not just like as we were making rules. There's got
to be some rules that are off limits, like if
your parents come to see you, friends you don't want
to know your free U slut and no future employers.
Maybe you know I am pretty open minded too, but
I think there's got to be something that you put
down is and it's got to be written hit me
like a said unsaid thing, especially for this kind of guy.
It's got to be inviting. God, it has some rules,
but I do like the whole free use thing, especially
if you know he's like picking up, so the whole
I do like the whole jar of money. Like bets
on who can go? Kind of reminds me of a
confession we had, oh about a month back or so,
where I don't know if there were a couple or
just roommate through whatever, it doesn't matter. They started watching
porn and whoever broke first lost something. But I thought, oh,
that's really that's a really cool connect kind of thing
of see who can want to fuck the other you
can touch, but you can't come. I think what the
rules were, and those the person that broke I don't
know what they had to do. I really don't remember,
but I remember just thinking, if you're a couple or
just a kinky couple, or you know, first date or
whatever you're at, that's kind of hot. You know, well,
I bet you could find one questions for my author.
As Sarah texted you about the pictures yet or brought
it up again, I wouldn't want her to have them,
she'd have to give them to me and then delete
and like I'd have to me delete them like off
of memory and everything. Do you still think she'll want
to watch next time? And what's the hottest house rule?
Enforcement you secretly hope and Mark tries next? And for
my listeners, would you have paid up and sucked him
in front of your bestie? Or would you have forfeited
the money? What would you've guys done if even if
the rolls were first, would you have gone through with
it in front of your friend? Well, we know sub
would be a free use, so his is yes. Remember
you can send your own confessions to Nikki and Ikky
at dear niki dot com anonymously through our website at
dear niki dot com under the confessions tab, and join
us over on our Discord channel Monday through Saturday, eight
pm Standard time. For are not a Shenanigans for me
and other saxy gentlemen and the chat and ladies when
they're hair depends on the friends. It's your pastor from
your church and he's probably kink here than you are.
Just saying, dear Nikki, I still see that guy pitching
a tent every time we worked the same shift. The
whole point was to ruin his life with every other girl.
I really hope I succeeded. It happened a few months
ago while we were closing down the coffee shop. He's younger,
quiet guy who just started. Always caught him sneaking glances
at my breast, so I started unbuttoning my shirt halfway.
Whenever the managed or left for the night, we were
in the stock room during inventory on our phones. I
went to show him a funny video, but when I
handed him my phone, my browser was still open to
filthy porn I'd been watching that morning. I quickly closed it.
Then he pulled out his own phone and accidentally showed
me his tabs full of small penis fetch stuff I got.
He got super embarrassed and started frantically closing them. Somehow,
he blurted out that he'd never actually been with a girl.
I patted his shoulder and said something generic like it'll
happen soon. But inside my head I was already scheming.
I decided I was going to give him the sloppiest,
most intense blowjob of his life, so no other could
girl could compare. I started grinding against him while we
put away boxes, whispering dirty things in his ear. He
was rock hard and nervous as hell. Right before we finished,
I looked him dead in the eyes and said, I'll
suck your cock. He froze. I dropped to my knees
on the floor between his legs while he sat on
some milk crates. I didn't ease him into it at all.
I went straight for it, sloppy, deep throating, choking, gagging,
pure filthy madness. Just after three minutes he was whimpering, bucking,
shooting his load down my throat. But I wasn't done,
even though he was shaking and begging, because it was
too sensitive. I kept sucking him through the overstimulation until
he got hard again. Then I made him come a
second time down my throat. I licked him clean, stood up,
grabbed my jacket and kissed him on the cheek, and
said see you tomorrow like nothing happened, then left to
catch my uber signed your cock running tease. I like this,
although I've sworn off virgins for the life of me,
because I've been there, done that, and never again. It
might have been on. You had an uncle who was
a priest, and he had a girlfriend for years. That
doesn't surprise me. My cousin was on my wife's bulls
for years, a hot one. Ooh nice, very sexy. So
I do. I concur that when you blow a virgin's mind,
you are definitely a perker. At least I was, and
still a perk that a woman never hits ever. I
will completely because I was told that by him years
and years and years later. For my author, has he
ever acted differently around you since then? And does he
seem obsessed or scared to talk to you? Now? Mine
got obsessed? And for gentlemen here, how you feel if
your hot coworker gave you the most intense, overwhelming blowjob
of your life as a virgin, then acted completely normal afterward?
And for my ladies, have you ever intentionally tried to
ruin a guy's expectations with other women? Or is this
level a sexual sabotage new to you? I didn't go
into it to ruin him for other women, and I
was kind of seeing him a stage five clear yes,
stay away from stage five clingers. Yet mine was actually
more than a stage five. He wasn't quite single white female.
He was Uh. Now, I've had almost a single white female,
and it was a woman. She wasn't a virgin, though,
so she don't fit the story. So and she wasn't.
He didn't boil any bunnies, So there we go. Dear Nikki,
I'm still shaking a bed, trying to process what happened
out after hours tonight. My older manager has had this heavy, unspoken,
dominant energy around the office for months. Tonight we were
the last two left finishing a light project in the
back studio. He closed the heavy door, locked it, and
turned to me with a look that instantly melted my knees.
Before I could say anything, he grabbed my wrist, pushed
me into the leather chair, and used his own leather
desk straps to time me my arms tightly behind his back.
The restriction made me soaking wet immediately. He didn't say
a word, just grabbed my chin, tilted my head back,
and face fucked me so aggressively that I was breathless
and drooling over my knees. The contrast of his expensive
suit against my bare skin while I was completely helpless
was insane. He pulled me up by my hair, bent
me over the desk with my hands still bound and
hard me raw from behind until my hips were bruised.
He finally finished by dumping a heavy hot cream pie
deep inside me, then left me tied up, gaping and
dripping down my thighs for a full ten minutes while
I casually cleaned up around the office. I've never felt
so utterly helpless and used. I'm completely obsessed signed the
bound office, Come dump. I have an office fantasy, not
quite like this. Mine's under the desk while they're on
a phone call, like a very important phone call, and
they try to keep like quiet. That's what mine is.
Questions from my author as anything like this happened with
him before? Or was this the first time he showed
his dominant side so aggressively? And what turned you on
the most? Being tied up the face pucking or being
left tripping and helpless afterward? And for the ladies reading,
would you let your older manager tie you up and
use you like this after hours? Or is the risk
too high? No, he could totally use me so much.
Just bend me over that goddamn desk, especially right now.
That's all I'm saying. You can send your own confessions
to Nikki and Ikky at Dearnigki dot com an honestly
through our website at dear Nikki dot com under the
confessions tab don't forget to come flirt with me over
on our Discord channel like everybody else here in the
chat Monday through Saturday, eight pm Central Standard Time, just saying,
Dear Nikki, I've been running errands all afternoon and came
back to our dorm room thinking it was empty. Lilla
had told me she was crashing in her boyfriend's place.
But the second I pushed the door open, I heard
those quiet, wet sounds, fingers sliding in and out, soft
gasp leaking through her earbuds. Her back was to me.
She was sitting on her bed, facing the wall, with
her legs spread wide. One hand was working fast between
her thighs, the under under her shirt, pinching her nipples.
Her phone was propped up against her pillow, screen glowing.
I stepped inside quietly closed the door. That's when I
saw what she was watching. Two girls, one riding the
other's face, hips, grinding tongues, flicking pussies, rubbing together, pure
lesbian porn, no guys at all. My straight room mate, Lilla,
the one who always bragged about her boyfriend's cock was
three fingers deep in her pussy. Masturbating to girls fucking
each other. I felt heat rush straight to my clit.
I walked straight up to the foot of her bed.
She still hadn't noticed me. I cleared my throat. Lila
jumped hard, yanking her earbuds out, and froze with her
fingers still inside her What the oh my god, why
are you back already? She tried to cover up with
a pillow, face bright red. I just smiled slowly. Didn't
expect you to be masturbating to lesbian born Lila. She
panicked and tried to explain it away, but I could
see how turned on she still was. So I pulled
my tank top off, letting my tits bounce free, then
slid my shorts down. No panties, my pussy was already soaked.
I climbed onto her bed and straddled her thighs. I
grabbed her wrist, pulled her slick fingers out of her pussy,
and sucked them clean while looking into her eyes. Then
I pushed on her onto her back, slung my leg over,
and lowered my wet pussy onto her mouth. Taste me, Lila,
She hesitated for a second before a tongue came out.
She started licking me, getting bolder, sucking on my clip
while I rowed her face. I reached back and fingered
her at the same time. She came hard while moaning
into my pussy, and I fluttered her mouth. Soon after,
I slid down and pressed my pussy against hers. We
tripped hard, clits, rubbing together until we both came again.
When it was over, I kissed her deeply, tasting myself
on her tongue, and whispered that she now had something
new to think about. I climbed off and walked to
my side of the room, completely naked, pussy still throbbing.
She just lay there staring at the ceiling, legs still open.
I know she'll want more soon. Signed the dorm Room
Pussy awaken her questions from my author, Has anything else
happened between you and Lilla since that night? Or has
she been acted awkwardly or shy around you? And for
my straight or by curious ladies, would you would getting
caught like Lila make you freeze embarrassment or secretly hope
your roommate does exactly what the girl did? And for
my ladies, have you ever been caught masturbating my roommate
or caught someone else and how did it change the dynamic?
You can send your own confessions to Nikki and Ikky
at dear Nikki dot com anonymously through the website at
dear Nikki dot com under the confessions tab and join
us over on our discord channel Monday through Saturday eight
pm for very naughtiness with me and others in our
chat room. I guess I didn't need to go out. Yeah,
I keep seeing you and going yay, he's still here.
Uh long? A guy I met a side piece at
a motel. I was eating her pussy when her husband called.
I made her answer it while devouring her pussy. Nice.
He asked her to stop the store and pick up
some items for dinner. I was eating his wife's delicious
box for my dinner. Very nice. Sub Hello John, I
didn't see you pop in. That's okay. You can be late.
You know that this was a good episode Like this,
from catching your straight roommate touching herself to turning into
our dripping, eager pussy eater, to an older manager completely
owning and ruining his employee after hours, to the insane
free use jar moment where your bestie got a front
row seat to you getting destroyed. These stories show us
how quickly normal can turn into something wild and unforgettable.
What did we learn? Sometimes the hottest moments come from
catching someone in vulnerability, from throwing the rules out the
window to an embracing raw desire, consent, tension, and that
delicious risk can make everything ten times hotter. I want
to know how much was in that jar before you know?
I really do. And here's our riddle. You're driving a bus.
You're at the first stop. Seven people get on. At
the next stop, five people get on, three get off
at the next stop, twelve people get on, and ten
people get off. Howld's the bus driver? And if you
need it again, let me know, don't forget. So we
have a tuck in to do. Can't let you guys.
I did a math joke just for you, John. Do
you guys need it again? John? And I. John was
only here one night and it was a really bad
riddle and I told him, wellt list, it's not a
math riddle. Oh we're gonna one more time. You're driving
a bus at the first stop, seven people get on
at the next stop, five people get on and three
people get off. At the next stop, twelve people get
on in ten get off. How old's the bus driver?
Hy fifty eight? There you go, John, got it. It's
your age. So how since you are the roast driver,
however old you are is the answer? You love me,
or you wouldn't be here. So now I'm gonna dig
up a really really hard math one. I'm gonna dedicate
it to John. Ooh, you're only like a year and
a few months older than me. I'll be forty nine
in September. I keep getting told I look thirty five,
thirty to thirty five, which is good, I guess. I
keep saying I'm recurring thirty eight. Ooh, Kevin, what day? Uh? Sixteen? Here? Okay?
And JB. From your profile, I'm guessing you're above eighteen,
please God, because you look young night. He's been on
a couple of times, and I'm going, please be eighteen,
Please be eighteen, Please be eighteen. Oh thank fuck, because
I'll look at my stats and they're like one percent
of my stats is under seventeen. I'm like, no, no, no, no, no,
no no no. Huh huh. So when he popped in chat,
I'm just sitting here going please be eighteen. So I
never asked your age because I didn't like. I don't
want to know. I don't want to. I want to
be able to say it's not my fault. Oh who okay, now,
thank you for sending me to bed, very happy in JP.
Oh I feel better now. Now I canna have fantasies
about him, knowing he doesn't look cause you look seventeen
in that picture. I'm like, oh shit, oh shit, held
are you in that picture? I'll see everybody's gonna come
to discord now looking to see how what we're talking
about a nice thought. Well, you know they're you know
you guys know you should message, right, he's in our chat,
he just doesn't pop up. Okay, I was close. That's
still barely legal territory. That's like no, but I'm happier
thirty one. So now I can kind of fantasize about you.
Maybe you pad your age to thirty five, will feel better.
Thirty eight, I'll be in golden had some silver toy
your hair. I'll be happy and horny. Okay, he was
at university. That's right. You're you're Canadian? Are you no?
You're up in Michigan right, Because when someone says I
was at university, I always picture like that's something the
brit would say. No, you said it was in Michigan
the other day writing in JB. See did you go?
But are you British living over here? Okay? Then I
have platinum too, except I get mine covered up. Okay,
he's just proper, so he might turn me on since
he speaks proper. It's very well spoken, as I was
like I was at university. Therey one might have to
be my new young rule. Okay, it's time for a
naughty tuck and before I flirt too hard with n JB. Oh, yes,
I'm actually used to seeing it that way or hearing
it that way. Accents are very hot. One flying in
on the eighteenth. Okay, Strys again, it's time for your
naughty chuck in. I thought I could handle it, but
I completely underestimated how hard it is to stay composed
when you surrender full control of your body. Last week,
I gave him the link to my blue toothed vibrator
while I was stuck at my desk trying to finish
some paperwork. His name was Jack's tall, commanding with that
deep voice that always made my thighs pressed together, even
before any toys were involved. At first, he kept it
on low, teazing pulse and gentle thrumb against my click
that had me shifting in my chair, biting my lip
as heat pulled low in my belly. I crossed my
legs under the desk, trying to focus on the spreadsheet
glowing on my screen. But every subtle buzz sent a
little sparks of pleasure rading through my soak pussy. The
silicone egg nestled perfectly inside me, pressing against my g
spot well. The outer part hugged my swollen clip. Each
pulse made my inner walls flutter, slick, arousal coating my thighs.
I could hear my own breathing, growing heavi air, soft
wet sounds of my body reacting barely audible over the
hum of the air conditioning. My nipples were hardening against
my blouse, aching for attention. Jack's texted me, good girl,
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