Speaker 1: Welcome back, my delicious dirty listeners to another steamy episode
of Nikki after Dark. I'm your host, Niki, diving deep
into your wildest confessions and turning them into immersive pussy
thropping stories you grave. Tonight, We've got risk, nostalgia and
raw urgency that'll leave you aching. Imagine walking into your quiet,
stunny room as a college tutor and suddenly dropping to
your knees where a huge basketball player's cock, only discover
that this is the real job description. Or picture yourself
working in the quiet hotel front desk, sneaking up to
a guest room after filthy grinder messages and dropping to
your knees with his cock already out, and one of
your boyfriend's incredibly flirty dad started spanking your barely covered
ass every chance he got. Would you spain the week
in with him on your knees? Stay tuned, babies, It's
going to get deliciously filthy in here. And now for
tonight's question, what's fantasy you've been craving but you haven't
fully admitted to you yet out loud? Maybe something risky,
taboo or powerfully submissive. Tell me how would you make
it finely that fantasy reel and would you want to
experience it with? And what's one small step you would
take this week to move closer to exploring it? Send
your own answers are confessions and wildest fantasies to Nikki
and Ikky at dear Nikki dot com or anonymously through
our website at dear Niki dot com under the confession stab,
or if you're live, drop them in our discord channel.
I do read them live, okay, I can. My favorite
time of the show, It's time for your filthy rental.
Are you ready? Here it goes. I'm long and hard,
I get wet when I'm used, and I go in
and out. I make people moan and scream when am I?
And you'll find your answer at the very end of
our show, and don't cheat. 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 loroonic
fantasies from people just like you and me. Dear Nikki.
Those of you living in the UK will know that
this week has been super hot. On Thursday night it
was so hot I couldn't sleep at all. We didn't
have air conditioning, and I don't even own a fan.
I tried everything, opened every single one window, and took
off every piece of clothing. The air my bedroom fell
thick and heavy, like a warm, damp blanket, pressing down
on my bare skin. Sweat glistened across my brain, yes
tracing slow, teasing paths down my stomach and between my thighs,
and I tossed and turned, my nipples tightened against the
stifling warmth, aching for even the slightest relief. Every breath
felt labored, my pulse quick and restless, the slick heap
between my legs only adding to the unbearable discomfort. At
one am, I still couldn't sleep, feeling ever so uncomfortable,
so I slipped out onto my balcony, completely naked, without
the care in the world. The cool night air finally
kissed my overheated body like a long weighted lover, gentle
whispering my cross my skin, making my nipples harden into
stiff peaks, sending delicious shivers racing down my spine. I
sat there with my legs slightly parted, letting the faint
breeze dance all over my exposed pussy teasing my sinsive
folds and carrying away the musky scent of my arousal
mixed with the salty tang of sweat. The city sounds
drifted up faintly below, but up here I felt deliciously free,
my body glowing under the moonlight, every inch of me
alive and tingling with that naughty thrill of exposure. No shame,
just pure sensual surrender to the heat and the night.
Signed your balcony tease. There is something so incredibly liberating
and arousing about that raw moment of shedding everything, clothes,
inhibitions and cares just to let your body breathe. I
like this. I can't relate because the scary word of
summer means we have air conditioning over here, but I
will say growing up, I did live somewhere that didn't
have air conditioning, and I feel for you, and I've
been over there a couple times, and I couldn't imagine
being here and not you remembering not having air. There's
no way to escape from it. And when I was
in the UK there it did cool off in the
so eventually it did get cool, but doesn't sound like
it got cool there, so I'm coming glad I'm home
with air con, as you living would say, And for
my author, what thoughts or sensations ran through your mind
while sitting there naked? Did the possibility of being seen
add to the thrill? And as a steamy night inspired
another bold naked adventure you'd like to share? And for
my listeners, have you ever stripped down to let the
night air caress over? Every interview like this? Where and
how did it feel? And what's your favorite way to
beat the heat in a deliciously naughty, shameful manner? Share
your comments in our chat or you can send them
to me directly, and all my links are in the
show notes. Well, hello, John, how are you tonight? Are
you staying cool because you're not too far north from me? No?
Please tell me you have air con or at least
a pool or a cool shower, air conditioning? Air con?
Over there gone British because you know he's here. Blame
the brit in the room. Yeah, you're not too far
from us. Well about more than five hours, i'd probably say.
Dear Nikki, this is a true story. So I graduated
from college. In my sophomore year, I was hard up
for money, and I noticed a job posting from the
university's athletic department. It's big sports school you've heard of.
They were offering really good money for academic tutors, like
too good to be true money, so I figured it
must be really selective or something. But I sent in
an application by email anyway, and they responded the next
day asking me in to interview. Now, my grades were okay,
but straight up, I'm definitely not a tutor material no way,
but they didn't seem to care. My interview was only
about ten minutes, and they offered to give me a
probationary trial period paid and I was like, uh, yes please.
About three days later, I have my first cheer during
assignment riding fundamentals. I'm assigned this basketball player from the
Eastern Europe. Super nice guy, pretty good looking, huge, much
bigger than me. I'm only five four, one hundred and
nine pounds. This sky has a foot and one hundred
pounds on me. We actually joked about it. He's nice,
but kind of dumb. He absolutely did not know the
material at all. We were in this tiny private study
room in an athletic department, just enough room for two people,
desk and some chairs. The air felt thick, with the
scent of clean sweat and a masculine musk. About three
minutes after closing the door, I'm sitting there on the chair.
He gets up, stands in front of me, and boom,
he just whips sad as cock. I'm speechless, both because
I'm kind of shocking for a guy you just met
to bring out his dick, but also because it's big.
He was hard, probably eight inches and thick, the heavy
shaft throbbing right in front my face, veins pulsing under
the smooth skin, musky scent of him, filling my senses
and making my mouth water despite the surprise, and before
I can say anything, he just grins, puts one hand
on the back of my head, and a pretty form
pulls my face towards his dick. My heart pounded wildly
as the warm, silky head brushed my lips. So what
do I do. I'm a little embarrassed to say, but
I opened wide lack by instinct, my tongue instinctively flicked
against that swollen tip, tasting the salty bead to pre
come before he pushed deeper. I didn't resist or even
say anything. I guess I was too shocked. I didn't
know one else to do. Before then, I had only
given three blow jobs in my entire life. Beside here,
I was just sucking this gigantic cock from a super
senior basketball player. The stretch of my lips around his
thick garth felt obscene and intoxicating. My jaw opening wide
as his slid in and out. Hardly had to do
anything either. He held my hand and basically started face
fucking me. He wasn't rough, was even kind of gentle
about it, guiding me steady, deep strokes that nudged the
back of my throat and made my eyes water with
overwhelmed pleasure. I haven't even had time to resist or
think of anything. I was just sitting there, sucking on
his clock while he fucked my mouth. My hand's frozen
on the chair by my sides, pussy tingling with that
unexpected heat. In two or three minutes, he grunts something
in his language, and boom, he's coming, a big hot load,
hitting the back of my throat. His hand is still
holding the back of my head, so I'm I'm just
trying to gulp as fast as possible. The thick, salty
cum flooding my mouth in heavy spurts. A little of
his cum dribbles out of my mouth and down my chin.
Then he stands back, releasing my head and wiping his
stick on his shorts. Thanks, he says, and he leaves.
And that was my first day as an academic trudor.
I was so confused. It's not like he did anything
against my will. I sucked his dick and swallowed the
cumb of a guy I just met. I was like,
what on earth? I was scheduled for the very next night,
and sure enough, I went. I was assigned this wrestler,
apparently he likes nashally ranked, And sure enough, a few
minutes into our time, I'm on my knees, this time
giving him a very enthusiastic sloppy head. My mouth was eager, now,
slurping and sucking noisily around his throbbing length, spit dripping
down my chin as I bobbed with a growing hunger.
That's when I began to realize that all the tutors
in this department were attractive girls. We all got paid
very well. We started to talk, and sure enough, yep,
that's what we do here. That's how I sucked six
or seven cocks almost weeks full, two full academic years,
sometimes two or three in a night. I became very
very good at it. No blow joms are definitely not
all we did, but that was the most of what
happened in those little study rooms. I guess putting beds
in there would have been too obvious. Signed your eager
campus slut. Huh, I wonder what school this is in?
Do you think it's in Alabama? John? Uh? I'm kind
of hmmm trying to figure out how this would work.
I guess you kind of laid it all out, would you.
I don't know, a simple money making gig into an intensive,
mouth watering education that left you confident and skilled because,
I mean, think about it, she picked up some skills,
you know. I bet you she's got a man in
her life that's appreciating the tutor sessions she gave. It's
such a sexy reminder that sometimes the best opportunities come
with the unexpected and sometimes throbbing perks. Questions for her, though,
which of those regular athletes gave you the most memorable
or ten sessions and what made them stand out? And
looking back, how did you experience change the way you
approach your own desires and sexual confidence. And for my
listeners out there, have you ever had a job perk
that turned into something deliciously naughty like this? If so,
what happened and what's your hottest fantasy about mixing academics,
sports and steamy power dynamics. Share your comments in the
chat below or send it in to Nicky I kk
why at dearerniki dot com anonymously through our website at
deerniki dot com under our confession's tab Dearniki. I work
front desk at a hotel. It's usually pretty slow, so
I get on grinder a lot, usually just a window shop.
I try to remember to change it up to a
pick that's not my face in case the guest sees it,
but I guess I've forgot this. One guy sent me
a message saying, you're the front desk worker at the hotel.
I could use some good room service on my cock here.
He sent me picks and I remember checking him in
and he was so fucking hot, tall, built with that
confident smirk that made my pulse race. I tried to
ignore him because even private messaging with a guest could
get me fired. As they are pretty strict with guested fratnization,
but he kept messaging. He like I wish I had
a good slut to swallow my load. Each text as
sending a forbidden thrill straight to my cock. So I
messaged him back and said I would do it, but
I'd get in too much trouble. Yeah, I remember this
one too, but we're going to go with it. He
messaged me again to night, and I finally decided to
fuck it and do it. My heart was hammering as
I waited until it goes slow, then slipped away and
went up to his room. I used my key to
let myself in and was waiting with his cock out,
legs spread wide on the chair, thick and already hard,
pulsing with need. He had sent me a message before,
telling me not to say anything, just to get on
my knees, and went inside. The second the door click shut,
I dropped to my knees without a word, the carpet
rough against my skin. I start sucking his pretty thick cock,
my lips stretching wide around his girth. Salty musky taste
of him flooding my mouth as I bobbed deeper. I
can tell he's enjoying it. The low groans mixing with
the filthy sounds from the porn playing on laptop, The wet,
rhythmic slurping of my mouth, the thick glide of my
tongue along every throbbing vein made the whole room feel electric.
I sucked as cock for like ten minutes, losing myself
in the heat and fullness, while he calls me good
boy in that deep, commanding voice that makes me throb.
Then he makes me beg him to come in my mouth,
my voice hoarse and desperate as I pleaded between licks.
He finally lets go, blooting my mouth with hot, thick
gropes of cumb that swallow greedily, the creamy taste lingering
on my tongue. I stroke his cock some more, milking
every last drop, then lick the cum off my lips
before I leave the room, hoping I didn't get caught,
but also hoping he comes back. Sign your secret hotel
room service slut. I was already halfway through it, but
I was like, I remember this, this sounds so familiar,
and I think I know what happened. Darcy's leaving for
France like on Wednesday, and he sent me like a
bunch of scripts and I'm batting somewhere. Some of these
got mixed up, so hopefully this is gonna be. I'm
gonna have to go start reading tonight and going through
them and see maybe this is a one off because
he's done it before. It's like, mmm, you put that
one in like two weeks ago, So sometimes I catch it,
though tonight is easier to catch it. When you're recording're like, uh,
back up and this this episode will be shorter. But
when you're alive, you can't really do that. So it
is what it is. Dear Nikki, me male sucking my
boyfriend's dick while he watches videos of him fucking another man.
I was on my knees between his legs, and that
familiar scent of his skin and musk filling my lungs
As I leaned in. His cock was already hard, thick,
and throbbing, the smooth head glistening with a bead of
precumb that licked away slowly. Savoring the salty tang on
my tongue, I took deeper into my warm, wet mouth,
sucking with long, loving strokes while my hands rested on
his thighs, feeling the tension in his muscles. He his
phone propped up, playing videos of himself fucking another man.
The sounds filled room, skin slapping skin, deep moans in
my boyfriend's own grunts on the screen as he pounded
that lucky guy. I could see the footage clearly from
my position, his hips thrusting powerfully, muscles flexing, that same
cock sliding in and out of that tight ass. It
made my dick ache with arousal as I bobbed faster
on the real thing, my lips stretched tight around his girth,
tongue swirling around the underside. Every time the guy on
the video moaned louder, my boyfriend would groan above me
and pushed a little deeper into my throat. His hand
gently guided the back of my head. I sucked him eagerly,
hollowing my cheeks and drooling messily down his shaft while
he watched himself dominate another man. The contrast at me
servicing him while he relived his conquest sent dirty thrills
racing through me. I loved feeling him throb and swell
against my tongue, knowing exactly what he was seeing and
how much it turned him on. Eventually he grabbed my
hair tighter, hips bucking as he came hard down my
throat with a growl, flooding my mouth with hot, pulsing
comb while the video played on. I swallowed every drop,
licking him clean. Afterward, my own arousal dripping as he
stayed on my knees, completely lost in the filthy, intimate moment.
Signed your devoted cocksucking boyfriend. Hmm. I kind of like this,
you know, it was a little deliciously twisted, a little bit.
Servicing your boyfriend while he relives adventures with another man.
It does add a very potent layer of voyeurism and submission.
There's something powerfully arousing about being on your knees tasting
him while he enjoys the visuals. You know, it's kind
of like, you know, servicing your partner if they're watching
just porn in general, right, may not be them fucking,
but you know you could be giving them a very
physical delight. And what turns you on the most about
watching those videos of him? The sounds, the visual or
knowing you're pleasuring him right after? And do you ever
get to watch in person or join in or is
it a private viewing for your favorite ritual and for
my listeners. Have you ever mixed watching porn, especially of
your partner, with a hot blow job or oral session
and if so, how did it feel? And what's your
favorite way to blend cuckold hot bisexual elements into your
own play. Drop your thoughts in our comments, or you
can follow our showings for more information. Dear Nikki, I
just watched a guy not on cam while I told
him about my girlfriend riding him in front of me.
I can't lie. It was a huge turn on. Her
and I have talked about the possibility of adding a
third to the mix for a fun night, but she
is only lukewarm to the idea. For some reason, I
was feeling a little crazy was able to find a
guy that would let me watch. I was wait more
turned on than I thought I would be. I was
on a video call with him, my heart racing as
I described every filthy detail. I told him how my
girlfriend would straddle him right there in front of me,
her wet pussy slowly sinking down onto his hard cock,
stretching around his thickness while I sat close enough to
see and hear everything. My voice got husk care as
I painted the picture, her moans filling the room, her
hips rolling and grinding, breast bouncing as she wrote him harder,
her juice's coating a shaft. While I watched stroking myself,
he was stroked, poking his own cock on cam, thick
and vain, getting slick with prey comb As I kept talking.
The sight of him throbbing in his fist, breathing heavier
with every word, made my own dick ache unexpected intensity.
I described how she'd leaned forward so I could see
his cock disappearing inside her. The wet sounds of her
riding him asked, jiggling with each bounce until he couldn't
hold back anymore. He groaned loudly, his body tensing, and
then he came hard, thick gropes of cumb shooting across
his chest and belly in powerful spurts. While I watched,
completely mesmerized in rock hard. What do you think of that?
I can't lie. It was a huge turn on. I
was way more turned on than I thought it would be.
Signed your secret cuck cold voyeur. You know, I think
we even have people in the chat room that do this,
you know, share picks and talk Dirney about their girl's
mother jacking off of somebody else. I don't know if
my person that I've ever been in have you. He's
in the other room. So have you kinea fess up?
You know, just saying, there we go. We got an answer,
but we know Blackbeard has The explorations are mutial way
to test desires safely and see what lights that fire.
No shame in craming from the view from the sidelines.
It can make the eventual reality even hotter if you
both move forward. We're not listening to you, Captain PI
would never That's something I would say, and the brit
would go like hand to the nose like Pinocchio. So yeah,
I'm just saying, for my author, what's the specific details
in your description made him and you lose control of
the fastest after that runch? How do you feel about
bringing the idea up again with your girlfriend? Exactly exactly Pinocchio?
And for my listeners, have you ever explored the cut
cold hop liye fantasies through cam sessions or dirty talk
before trying them in real life? What was the experience like?
And for my couples listening, where do you stand on
adding a third, full steam ahead or still warming up
to the idea. Share your thoughts in chat, or you
can email them to me directly or anonymously through our website. Yeah,
we have we have two cup chairs in the bedroom,
a cup chair or is it no? Two cupchairs in
the bathroom right facing the big tub. And then we
have some chairs in the dressing room, and we have
chairs into every room. I think one is it one?
I thought it's two. I don't know. I don't really
pay attention. I'll have to photo of the bathroom where
you guys sit so you can see the layout. Dear Nikki,
I'm having a secret affair with my girlfriend's aunt and
we can't stop it. It all started at a family
dinner that my girlfriend brought me to two months ago.
I had an opportunity to meet her divorced aunt. To
be fair, she has a nice body and I do
frequently go to the gym. I have an athletic body.
At dinner, everything went very cool, laughing, jogging, and her
aunt kept her eyes on me. We even scheduled to
work out together AMM and I at the gym, the
flirting became much more obvious. She kept touching my arms
and squeezing my biceps. I started flirting back. The chemistry
between us was undeniable. Every brush of her fingers sent
sparks straight through me, my cock twitching in my shorts.
As we worked up the sweat side by side, the
tension got stronger. We started texting outside the gem, then
finding reasons to see other more often, until I invited
her one day to my place after a late night workout,
had some drinks and leaned in and kissed her and
undressed her. Her skin was warm and flushed from the gem,
her body responding instantly as I peeled her away her clothes.
I started fingering and eating her on the couch, my
tongue delving deep into her wet, eager pussy, tasting her
arousal as she moaned and gripped my hair. We made
out again, tongues hungry and desperate. I went inside her
missionary style, unprotected, while still making out with her. While
she was running her fingers down my back. The slick
heat of her wrapping around my bare cock was overwhelming.
As I was way too excited. I came inside her
early and was kind of embarrassed, which she told me
was okay, and we went back to my room and
had round two. While I was standing in her in
doggie style position on the bed. I gripped her hips
and thrust deep, watching her ass bounce against me as
she pushed back of us. Most of us lost raw
forbidden pleasure. The next morning we decided that we shouldn't
do it again. Three to four days later, after work,
I found myself inviting her back, and we did it again.
And now it's a regular thing. She invites me, my girlfriend,
and I more often to have dinner or lunch or
family reunions. My girlfriend has absolutely no idea, and part
of me knows this has to end soon. Another part
of me can't seem to resist it. Signed your secret,
forbidden family secret, AH, that forbidden fruit so intoxicating, the
electricity chemistry at the gem turning into stolen passionate encounters.
The reskinming, NCOT and family gatherings only adds to the thrill,
even as your guilt may linger. It's a classic tale
of desire overwriting caution, and I have to say, I
honestly love how you're wrestling with both sides of it.
These affairs can burn bright, but they also remind us
how powerful raw attraction can be. My question for you, though,
is what's the hottest or riskiest moment you've shared so far,
especially around family events. Do you think you'd be able
to stop? Or has this become something you both crave
too much to quit? I don't think I could, especially,
I mean, think about it. If you're doing it out
an union, That's where I would be caught is at
the reunion with the whole family round right there. That's
what I would be caught just saying my luck. And
for my listeners, have you ever been involved in a
secret family affair or forbidden fleeing and how did it
start and feel? And for those in relationships, where do
you draw the line with attraction to family members or
close connections. Share your own thoughts in our comments or
just drop them to me directly. I guess I am
just when I read stories like this and confessions, immediately go,
I honestly can go somewhere when it's someone that close,
like an orbit not like three orbits are more out
and go, yeah they're attractive, but no way, you know,
like none, kind of like that. Last week we had
the girl that found out that she was dating a guy.
I went back to meet his parents and found out
that she used to fuck or give his dad head. Yeah,
that would be my look too, dear Niki. As a
young female and a male group, I find myself constantly
being used and treated like a good slut. Especially recently,
I've had about three to four sex partners and daily masturbation.
On top, the sex partners aren't amazing at what they do,
and they're all males. I often go out with no
pants and often wear dresses, so I expose myself on purpose.
Sometimes I catch a few of my partner looking, but
no one pulls me aside, except for the one time
where all my partners were together and it was just us.
We were down at our private lake that we go
on and it was a hot summer evening. I of
course had nothing on but a tiny skirt and a
small top covering my tits. One of the guys looked
at me and said, I can see her pussy. I
replied with nothing, you haven't fucked before. Everyone started smiling.
The oldest one replied with I fucked her too, you know.
The other two in synct with we have too, and
we all know. I smiled, looking around, knowing they've all
fucked me and they're all thinking about it now. It
turns me on so bad. This is one of my
biggest fantasies. I look at all of them and I
get up and move Some'm in front of everyone. Everyone
turns to look at me, and I slowly opened my legs,
revealing my small, wet pussy. I can see how turned
on everyone is. I look at everyone and say, you
want me to touch? And before I could finish my words,
the oldest one says, fuck, yeah, we do, and that's
all I needed. I open my legs wide, rub my clip.
I start off slow with small moons, then rub harder,
imagining their cocks. They all start touching themselves and I
can see how much they're all growing. One of the
guys tells me to go faster and sticks his fingers
in my type pussy. I can feel myself starting to
squirt already. I must be so horny. After five minutes
of hard fingering, I squirt everywhere, all down me and
over him. The older one replies, we need to finish
this off at home, signed your eager group slot. Okay,
so are they all? I guess they're not altogether Like
in a relationship, they just it doesn't matter, I guess right.
Being the center of attention of a group of men
who've all had such deliciously to or any fantasies brought
to life, the teasing, exposure at the lake, the shared
knowing glances, that bold public masturbation session. M it does
sound incredibly liberating and hot. I love how confident she
is the own your desire and let them watch it
come undone. It's a perfect example of bracing your slutty
side while without shame and turning fantasy into a sizzling reality.
And for my eager group, Slunt, what happened when all
of you got back home? Did they take turns or
use you all together? And how does it feel knowing
you fucked all of them and still crave more of
your body? And for my listeners, have you ever been
the center of attention in a group fantasy like this
teasing and performing for multiple partners or been one of
the partners? And what's your hottest public or semi public
exposure asturbation experience? Again? As always, sharier comments in our
chat or you can email me directly. Anybody else been
the center of attention or anything? No, dear Nikki. I'll
start by saying, my wife has never been shy about
the facts. She'd fuck like a chick. Like ever, if
she ever caught me looking another woman, her sponsor would
be I'd fuck her too. She could probably fuck most
of them too. Forty two years old, the body of
a twenty five year old, her beautiful blonde hair and
hand crafted tits, if you know what I mean. One night,
on a random Tuesday, she got a text for her
best friend Ali in crisis mode, something about being stood
up on a tender date. Naturally, my wife told her
to get her ass over here and get some company.
Ali was a good looking check. She was tan, thin,
with a wavy, dirty blonde hair and bangs. She showed
up dressed for eight tender d a tight snake skin
leather mini skirt and a black tank top, giving straight
guy something to think about in the shower, her tan
thighs seemingly never ending until they reached the short hem
of her glistening skirt. She came in and immediately they
set off to finish a bottle of wine or two.
You don't need a man to have some fun, my
wife said, in a charismatic tone. Lay her hand linger
on Ali's sigh for an extended second. Yeah, but my
vibrator won't tell me I'm a bad girl, now, will it.
She playfully clapped back. Who said anything about a vibrator,
my wife said, confidently, gripping her thigh tighter, stroking her
bare tan arm with the other. She folded on the
spot and realized what was going on. Obediently, she nodded
and muttered out the resemblance of words as she started
getting lost in my wife's touch. Ali quickly glanced over me,
sh my wife said, catching her glance. He won't mind.
She was right, I didn't, watching her pull ally shirt off,
exposing those large breasts barely contained by the black lace
sprawl the way her hands pushed Allie's tight skirt up
over her hips, revealing her matching blaze long thong. Allie's
breathing picked up as my wife's slid her panties over
her heels, exposing her cleanly shaven, glistening pussy waiting to
be nurtured by my wife. She got on her knees,
her eyes locked with Alley's, and gently licked her folds first,
then her pussy, her tongue down for harder, swirling in
circles till she found the spot that made Ally jump,
teasing it gently, then upping the intensity. Ally began to squirm.
She muttered out, trying not to choke on her own breasts. Well,
I have now two fingers inside. Her best friend looks
up at Allie, then at me, and says, just show
how daddy should be, and she licked her lips. I
couldn't help, but bullli like my thicker action sprang from
my pants and immediately caught Allie's attention. Her body tensed
up and her hips shot forward. She burst between her legs,
drenched my wife's face and her lady come aggressively rubbing
her clit, forcing squirt out like it had been her
goal from the start. Did we really just do that? Now?
What's that guy's name again? My wife said? What guy?
Alli laughed. I got the best sex from my wife
ever that night. Signed your lucky Voyer husband. I always
heard that a very confident woman is intoxicating. Am I right, gentlemen?
Or am I grasping at straws here? When Ali referenced
daddy while making her skirt, that's sexy. There's something sexy
about a woman saying Daddy, she says it right. M
I don't know if I say it right or not.
I'll have to ask the Brett questions for my author,
as Allie came back for more? Or has your wife
mentioned wanting to explore this again soon? And what was
the best part for you watching your wife dominate her
friend or the mind blowing sex afterward. I'm gonna say both,
possibly maybe the latter on this one, Dear Nikki, there
was the sky I was with a while back. I
could overpower him and finish him overall. He was probably
a little bit stronger than me, but when I came
to hips and legs, I have very strong legs and
hips from twelve years of being a bally dancer. Anyways,
I remember the first time I did this to him.
I was on top and I had his arm pinned
down and he was getting close. He got his arms
straight and flipped me over on my back and he said, huh,
I'm in control now. I smiled and said, it doesn't
matter what position ran, I'm always in control. And I
started grinding my hips against him in slow, perfect circles,
squeezing him with my internal muscles. The tight rhythmic grip
of my pussy milked his co as my strong ballet
trained thighs and hips worked him restlessly. He tried to
stop me, tried to pen me hips down with all
his weight. He outweighed me by fifty plus bounds, but
he couldn't. My legs locked around him, holding him deep
inside me, and I rolled and clenched, the slick heat
of my arousal coating us both. About a minute later,
we both exploded. The intensity waves of my orgasm pulled
him over the edge with me, his cock pulsing hard
as he filled me while I kept squeezing every last
drop from him. Signed your ballet dumb in control? I
mean I could see why a ballet dancer could do it.
I mean calling a gymnast. You guys, what's sexier? Gymnasts
are ballet dancers. I'm kinda I was almost a belly dancer,
so I guess we could put them there too, because
I could move some limps or just one of those things.
Where do I really have to choose gymnasts? I would
think a gymnast and a ballet dancer have to be
just as flexible, though, oh hm. Questions from my author
did he ever try to challenge or always in control
claim after that night? And how does it feel using
those strong hips and internal muscles to drive your partners wild?
And questions for my listeners. Have you ever flipped the
script on a partner or thought they were in charge?
If so, what happened? And what's your favorite way to
use your body strength, flexibility or muscle to stay in
control during sex. Share your thoughts below. I had to
think on that one. I'm not in control, though not really.
I don't think so. Anyway, I'll have to ask dear Nikki.
I started seeing this guy a few months ago as
he was single in a bad phase after he broke
up with his girlfriend. Not entering details, but basically he
wanted to get back with her. We started seeing each
other at this moment as he needed to think about
something else, but he never really forgot about her. I
didn't complain about the situation. We gave each other attention.
I knew it was possibly for just for a moment,
and I was okay with this. But there's a problem
I didn't see coming. The guy was good at sex,
like crazy good, handsome, good shape, perfect cocked, good fingers, delicious,
tongue hitting all the sweet SATs in every aspect of sex.
So I love sex to him more than I ever
did within the other guy, and I think he did too.
Just after a few weeks ago, he finally had a
talk with his AX and they got back together. No wonder.
He's a nice guy and as I just said, he's
good at SAX, and again I'm okay with that, no
feeling jealous or anything. But yesterday I felt horny as how,
and I didn't feel like finding a random fuck on
dating apps. That would probably be disappointing. I called him
over to know if he wanted to come pick up
some clothes that he left at my place, hoping I
had enough sex appeal on him to get what I wanted.
When he arrived, the atmosphere immediately got very tense. We
had several eye contacts that clearly met we both wanted
each other, so I pushed him a bit, and after
a few minutes his cock was inside me. The thick,
perfect stretch of him feeling me so completely made me
moan instantly, my body already soaked and aching for him.
He fucked me with that expert rhythm, deep relentless strokes
that hit every sweet spot, his fingers digging into my hips,
his tongue teasing my neck, my breast while I clinched
around him. It's eleven a m right now. He just laughed.
I think he's getting railed all night by the guy
that has just taken down the hottest thing I've ever did.
The forridden thrill of knowing he belonged to some one else,
yet couldn't resist bearing himself inside me again and again
until we were both exhausted and satisfied, made every orgasm
hit harder than ever signed your naughty rebound him Russ.
Has anybody ever been a rebound? I have? I mean,
I've had one, but I've I've been one. I know
I have without really I like her. I really didn't
care about the sex one even that great, so I
generally sit by the phone, prying he'd call, so I
got the bat into that stick jelly of her For
my author, did he mention anything about his girlfriend during
or after your night together or was it just wordless
heat of fucking? And will you call him again the
next time you're craving that perfect cock? Or are you
trying to keep it as a one time relapse? And
for my listeners, have you ever hooked up with someone
who just got back with her ex? And how the
forbidden did this thrill feel? And what's the best just
one more time sex you've ever had? And did it
stay as just a one time the guy I did,
I was definitely rebound because I remember I was supposed
to go to a party with them, and I called
because I lied where I was going to be, because
it was one of those where I was trying to
decide if I wanted to go or not again because
the sex one like great, like I said, And when
I called him, he was like, yeah, So my girlfriend
and I got back to the other. I was like, oh,
that's great, have a nice life, and I hung up.
So I wasn't mean part of me want to go
that's great, because I didn't want to be there anyway,
because you're not that great. So yeah, that's my story
and I'm sticking with it. Dear Nikki. My boyfriend has
a dad who is one of the biggest flirts I've
ever met. I liked him as I found him fun
and as he was quite a dilf. One of my nights,
my boyfriend and I heavily fooling around in his bedroom
while his dad was out. I top was off, panties
were well on their way of being off, and I
was on top of him. He was grabbing my tits
and playing with him. He had one of my nipples
in his mouth and was sucking on my tits like crazy.
When boom, because we've been busy, we didn't hear his
dad walk in. We all froze. His dad continued conversation
as I was in two minds of what to do.
Do I cover up or do I like the fact
that he's staring at my tits. His dad carried on
talking and I never bothered coming up. He stayed in
roughly for five to six minutes. I was just there
and a thong and my tits were out. I even
made sure to get up bend over as we all
had a bit of a joke and laugh together. I
bent over, and I knew my thong had moved to
the side to show off my pussy and ask from behind.
He stared loads and I knew I had him. I
made efforts to cause my boobs to jiggle and bend
over when I could. Anyway, when he was done and
he left my boyfriend and I had a laugh over it,
and I figured that was it until a few days
later when I was in the kitchen getting something from
the fridge, and I think my boyfriend was in his
room on a game or something. I went out and
I was just in a pair of these really booty shorts,
bottom of my ass showing, and a vest on with
no brawn nipples clearly visible through them. I went into
the kitchen and bindover to grab something, and he jokingly
slapped my ass and said something like even better view
from behind. I froze for a second, then wiggled it
for him. He followed this up by slapping it again.
I continued wiggling it and he slapped it a few
more times. You're naughty girl, aren't you, he said to me,
continuing slapping my ass. My pussy was wet and I
was loving the fact that my boyfriend's dad was treating
me like a dirty little more. He did a few
more spankings than left. I was wishing, hoping and went further,
but it didn't this time. This happened a few times
for about a week, and it kind of became like
a routine in different rooms and scenarios. He asked me
to pick up the TV remote and pass it to him.
For example, by the time I was bent over, began
slapping my asked and telling me I was a good girl.
I remember one time he asked me to pass it.
I walked over to him. His hand was on my ass,
rubbing it the entire time we had a conversation. He
would squeeze and fondle it, and I always was hoping
for more as let me go back to my boyfriend.
While my boyfriend was at work, I was playing video
game while waiting for him, and he joined in. I
was wearing a little short shorts bent over to swap
the controller, when before I knew it, his hand was
behind me and a really firm grab on my ass.
I let out a huge moan and he continued to
rub it, but he actually went a step further. This
time he pulled my shorts to the side and started
rubbing my pussy. I was so shocked by it, but
also turned on at the same time. He rubbed it
a few times and I got wet. You're a good girl,
aren't you, Jess, he said to me as they slipped
a finger inside me and out. He kept going fingering
my pussy for bend. He turned me around and kissed
me on the lips and continued to fuck me. One
of his hands went up my shirt and he began
squeezing and fondling my nipples and tents. You really are
a daddy's girl, aren't you, he said to me, as
he began fingering me fast, now starting rubbing my clit.
I was so turned on, but then it was like
he was teasing me because he was stopped midway. I
didn't know what to do, whether it was a moment
of drunkenness or what. Then a couple of weeks had
passed by and nothing until he randomly asked if I
wanted to stay over for the weekend. The weekend my
boyfriend would be staying with his mother. My mom none knew, nonetheless,
so I didn't mention it, and so I just turned
on and I couldn't help myself. I told her I'd
be studying with my boyfriend, which was a common thing.
Of course, I didn't say he would not be at
his house this weekend. I came over, not knowing, only
hoping what to expect. I come over, let myself in
and waited till he came home from his shopping. He
came in and said, well, I hope you don't think
you're just going to sit there all weekend. He walked
over to the bed and zipped his pants, pulled out
his cock, and shoved my head on it with force.
I was wet as fuck and loving the fact that
my boyfriend's father's cock was in my mouth. I was
sucking his cock so good. The compliments he gave me
only encouraged me further and got me much wetter. You're
a good cock sucker. You're a good little girl, such
a good slutty girl. The fact that he was calling
me good girl just turned me on so much more.
As I continued sucking his dick, I stopped sucking it
and began going for his balls. He had a huge
pair of balls, and I think this is one of
the things that started my fetish, was sucking on guy's balls.
I began sucking his balls. He was moaning loud and
telling me what a good girl. I was stroking my
face while I sucked his balls and wanked his dick.
I remember using my mouth to pull his balls and
drop them back down. This turned me even on even more,
and talking about his son while I was sucking his balls.
I put his cock back in my mouth and began
sucking as hard and fast as I could while squeezing
his balls. He stopped me just short of coming in
my mouth, to my confusion, threw me down and pulled
off my sharts. My thong quickly followed, and he started
looking me out. I was literally throbbing and ready to come.
He licked my pussy the way no guy to this
day has. I don't know if it was him or
the sheer excitement, but it was incredible. My pussy was
literally throbbing and squeezing and begging to come. When he
stopped again, my mind was racing, is he givvy fucking
ruined orgasm or what? Before I had the time to think,
he was looping up his cock by rubbing it against
my pussy. This was the only time I admit I
got nervous. Why, I don't know, but it was a
big thrill and a big step to go from teasing
and sucking clock to actually getting fucked by my boyfriend's dad.
He said, is this what you wanted? And before I
could answer, he shoved it straight inside me and I
came almost Instantly, my legs were over my head and
he got me as deep as any one had in
my pussy. At that time, I was ecstasy. I imagine
my eyes were in the back of my head as
my pussy was getting destroyed. He went backwards slightly and
got into more sat up position and began thrusting into me.
I took my shirt off and got my tits out
for him as one of his hands began squeezing my nipples,
the other holding my leg over his shoulders. I was
moaning like a little horror and he watched a much
better fuck than my boyfriend. He put his hands down
and began rubbing my clit like a little slut. I
was screaming my head off and having some of the
best sex of my life. I was about to come,
and he threw my legs up and over my head
again and began fucking me ridiculously fast. I was coming
Oliver's dick, and then he let out a huge moan
and filled me with his cumb He French kissed me
and began kissing me all over. Now I just made
love with my boyfriend, but it was nothing like this.
He just knew where to touch and what to do.
He was on top of me and the two of
us were kissing like sex crazed maniacs. He had his
hands on my tits, on my ass. He kept his
cock and my pussy, squeezing my ass, cheeks and sucking
on my nipples. I was in heaven. This went on
throughout the weekend while my boyfriend was away. I got
fucked by his dad five to six times a day.
A few of the highlights include the time I rang
my mother to tell her I was doing and checked
up on her. Between talking and sucking his cock, he
ended up dropping a huge load on my face as
I continued to talk to her. I then rang her
again at night to check in. He legged me out
and ain't my pussy the best it's ever done? I
remember moaning and making tons of ridiculous noises. I'm sure
my mother knew something was up as I ended up
coming Oliver's face as he licked and sucked my cleat
Probably the complete highlight of this low was when he
took me out and we bought some clothes. He had
this father daughter in law fantasy, so he bought me
the schoolgirl outfit that barely fit. I came in and
modeled it for him, giving him a little stretease while
I sat on the couch wiggling my ass at him,
no panties on underneath, my tits slipping out. After this,
I said, Daddy, will you punish me? I bent over
directly in front of him, waiting for my spaking, only
to find him lifting up into the air, and he
walked me in with my boyfriend's room and threw me
onto the bed. I then bent over for Daddy and
spread my pussy. He was quickly on the bed. He
put his head right down and I thought he was
going to lick my pussy from behind, but he actually
bit me on the ass and left a really sexy
bite mark, which I loved. Then he got behind me
and put his clock inside me. But like the other times,
there was no love making involved in this. He was
fucking me like a dirty whore. Here I was in
this schoolgirl hot fit getting fucked by my boyfriend's dad
on my boyfriend's bad began slapping my ass over and over,
telling me I was a dirty wore, you dirty fucking slut.
Fuck you have a tight pussy. You love that I'm
fucking You're naughty pussy. I was moaning and screaming my
head off as he kept doing this, spanking me, fucking
me as he knew he owned my pussy. Now I
was coming hard for Daddy. He put his hands between
my legs and was rubbing my clit as his weight
collapsed on top, strowing my body. I fucking loved it.
I fucked him once more that day, and the sexiest
part was when I knew my boyfriend would be home
in an hour. I got on top of him and
rode his clock one more time and made him feel
my pussy. Then when my boyfriend got home, I walked
him with open legs and let him come inside me too.
I remember getting on top of my boyfriend and almost
dragging him into the bedroom as soon as he got in.
Less than twenty minutes ago, his dad had came in me,
so I knew what I wanted. I got his pants down,
sucked his cock as good as I could, before pushing
him down and getting on top of him. I began
riding him like a cowgirl, out of control. My favorite
part was when he told me, you've got so good
at this. I told him it must be all the practice.
Of course, he didn't get it. He ended up exploding
inside me and I wouldn't get off of him. He
couldn't fuck like his dad, so I kept riding his
dick once he came and rubbing my clit until I finished.
I love the fact that my pussy was filled by
the father and son at the same time. If only
I could have talked him into a threesome, maybe some day.
I'm now his dad's personal slut and he can fuck
me whenever he wants, and the sex life we have
now is nothing short of him and extremely fucking sexy.
We always have sex while my boyfriend is at work,
and this past week was no exception as he's had
lots of overtime, meaning his dad cock was inside me
even more. I love being a daddy's girl. Signed your
naughty daddy's Girl. Oh my gosh, that was a mouthful, lady,
h holy crap. Yeah. Now, I have heard of stories
from actual the ones that work in like the the
ranches in Vegas that father son teams come in sometimes
just saying you know, maybe maybe not not my thing.
I don't know what I would do, but I have
heard it it is a thing. Questions for her, though,
what's the riskiest, more most exciting moment that you've had
with Daddy so far, especially with your boyfriend nearby? Do
you think you'll ever try to make it a father's
son threesome fantasy in reality? And have you ever gotten
involved with a partner's family For my listeners, have you
ever gotten involved with a partner's family member? And what
was the hottest part? What's your favorite risky or taboo
daddy or even mommy dynamic fantasy? Share your comments below
or send me your confessions directly. Who This was definitely
a shame free thrill and surrending to desire, whether it's
claiming control with the powerful hips, sneaking risky hotel hookups,
or becoming Daddy's secret slut while keeping everyone none of
the wiser. These stories remind us how hot it can
be to embrace what we truly grave. All right, it's
time for our riddle? Are we ready? I'll repeat it?
Because the brit was the only one here, he may
have been napping. I'm long and hard, I get wet
when i'm used, I go in and out and I
make people moan and scream. When am I? Are you
too sleeping? All right? One more time. All right, hang on,
say if Captain's got a guess, No, it's not a popsicle.
I'm long and hard, I get wet when I'm used.
I go in and out and I make people moan
and screen. When am I a tongue? If you notice tonight,
I didn't say it was a clean answer. I just
said it was a dirty riddle. I was wondering if
the cat I saw the captain was like, Captain, look
at this, because he'll catch on to the fact that
I didn't say it had a clean answer. You let
me down there, captain. If anybody was gonna pick it up,
it was gonnen. You just saying I am too. Actually,
that's okay, that's okay, all right, it's time for a
naughty duck in. You know my reputation by now, don't you?
The girl who not only looks like it's her calling,
but does it so well the canpers whispers about it.
I've earned that crown, and God I wear it proudly. Lakes,
bread mouth, hungry pussy, always aching for more. Last week, though,
this one pushed me even into new levels of depraved heat.
My friend, let's call her Sarah Cornered me after class,
cheeks flush and biting her lip. She's been dating the
sky mike for a while. I've known him casually for
about a year. She starts spilling how massive his colock is,
how she struggles to take him down her throat. I
gave her all my best tips. Relax that jaw, breathe
through your nose, swirl that tongue under the head, use
both hands in twisting rhythm. She kept shaking her head,
whining that it's just too big. I smirked inside. As
the campus slut who's handled plenty of huge dicks, I
knew she was wrong, but I played nice until she
blushed deeper and said she wanted me to show her
on him for heal. My pussy clinched so hard I
had to cross my legs. I didn't hesitate. Let's sue it,
I told her, voice already thickening with lust. She tried
to back pedal, all shy and nervous, but I could
see the spark in her eyes, the same filthy curiosity
burning in mine. A couple of days later, I showed
up at their apartment, wearing a tiny sun dress, no panties,
nipples already stiff at thin fabric. Mike answered the door,
eyes wide with the barely contained excitement, his bulge already straining.
Sarah hovered behind him, fidgeting to ease her in. I
pulled her close, first, siding my hands into her hair
and kissing her slow and deep. Our tongues danced soft
and wet, tasting her nervousness melt into hunger. He's still yours,
I mumbled against her lips. I'm just here to help
you practice and show you how real slut handles a
big cock. We moved to the living room. Mike sat
on the couch as I dropped to my knees between
his spread thighs. Sarah perched nubye watching. I tucked his
pants down, and holy fuck, his cock sprang free, thick veeny,
easily nine inches of habby, throbbing meat. Not the absolute
biggest I've taken, but close enough to make my mouth
water and my cun trip down my inner thighs. The
musky scent of him hit me, masculine and potent, making
my clip throb. I started slow for her benefit, teasing
the tip of my tongue, licking broad and flat strokes
along the underside all my hand pumped the thick shaft.
See relax your throat like this, I demonstrated, taking the
head into my warm, flat mouth, sucking gently hallowing my cheeks.
Sarah nodded, but her eyes are glued to the way
my lips stretched. I showed her my hand twist the
tongue swirl, then pushed deeper, letting the fat head nudge
my tonsils. The sound was obscene already. I bobbed and
coated him in thick strings of my saliva, pulling off
to gasp and let it drip down messily down his balls.
But I'm not here just to teach. I'm a cock
hungry slut. I look up at my with my best
fucked me eyes and went full nasty. I relaxed my
throat completely and sank down, taking every thick inch until
my nose pressed against his pelvic. The wet, gagging sands
filled the room as I fucked my own face on him.
Tears pricked my eyes from the stretch, but I felt
so good that burning fullness. I sucked hard on the
way up, tongue lashing under side, then dove back down
balls deep my throat could fulcing around him. Sarah moaned softly,
one hands slipping between her legs, rubbing her pussy through
her shorts. As she watched, I pulled off with a
wet pop, strings of spit connecting my swollen lips to
his clustering cock. Want to see what else I can do?
I asked her. She nodded frantically. I slucked his balls
into my mouth, one by one, humming around them, tongue
bathing the wrinkled skin while I stroked a shaft with
both slick hands and back to teep, throating sloppy, filthy loud.
I glucked and slurped, spent running down my chin and
onto my tits, making them shine. Mike groaned, hips twitching,
but I edged him beautifully, pulling off every time he
got too close, kissing and licking instead of till he
was trembling. Sarah was touching herself openly, now, shorts pushed aside,
fingers circling her clit. I pulled Mike's cock from my
throat and looked straight at her lips, shining a spit.
Do you want him to fuck me? Her eyes widened,
but she nodded yes, biting her lip hard. That was
all I needed. I stood, turned around and bent over,
flipping my dress up to present my bear dripping pussy,
and asked him my cut was swollen, lips puffy and clistening,
juices already trailing downe my thighs, Give it to me.
I breathed and miked and moist. A second, he gripped
my hips and shoved that massive cock straight into my tight,
wet heat and one brutal thrust. No fuck, the stretch
was delicious, burning full, perfect, I cried out as he
bottomed out his heavy balls, slapping my clit. My walls
clenched greedily around his veiny inch, fluttering and squeezing. He
started pounding me hard, that obscene squelching sound echoing with
every deep slam, My creamy rousal owning a shaft and
dripping off those balls. My ass rippled and clapped loudly
against his hips. Sarah leaned in kissed me fiercely, her
tongue invading my mouth. As her boyfriend railed me from behind.
She'd come out of her shell completely, giggling breathlessly between kisses. God,
listen to how loud your ass is clapping. It looks
so fucking hot. Bouncing on him spank it. I told
her against her lips, and she did sharp stinging smacks
that made my cheeks giggle and my pussy gush harder.
The pain mixed with pleasure, since sparked straight to my
clit might fuck me like an animal, hips snapping and
dragging along my g spot with every thrust. I pushed
back to meet him, truking my ass on his dick midstroke,
making it disappear completely inside me, over and over. After
several minutes of that raw pounding, I pulled off my pussy,
gaping slightly, clinging around nothing. Sit on the couch. I
ordered my He obeyed, cock throbbing and slick with my juices.
I straddled him reverse cowgirls so Sarah could see everything. Slowly, teasingly,
I lowered myself, peeling that fat head, spread my lips again,
then sank all the way down until my ass rested
on his thighs. The fullness made me moan loud and shameless.
I started riding and grinding, first in slow, filthy circles,
then bouncing, torquing my ass up and down his length.
The wet sounds were pornographic, my cream frothing around his
base Sarah spanked me harder, her hands leaving red prints.
As I fucked him. I leaned forward, spreading my chinks
so she could watch his thick cock, stretching my pussy wide.
Look how deepeous he panted. Feel how wet I am
for his big dick. She reached down, fingers brushing where
we joined, smearing my juices. Mike thrust up hard, making
me squeal. I rode faster, bouncing under my dress. Sweat
slickening her skin through of sacks filled the room, musky cocks,
sweet pussy, and raw lust. We switched again and pushed
Mike onto his back on the floor and mounted, pacing Sarah.
This time, I faced him, sinking down and leaned forward
so my tits pressed against his chest. I rode him
with long, deep strokes, lifting until he just the stretch
of my entrance, then slamming back down, grinding my clit
against his pubic bone. My pussy made loud, squelching noises
with every drop. Sarah kissed me, then sucked on my nipples,
biting gently while Mike pounded up into me. I lost
in it, moaned like a lore, fuck me deeper, statched
my slutty little cunt. The build up was torturous and perfect.
I hatched, just both slowing when he got close, clinching
my walls around him to milk every sensation. Finally, after
what felt like an eternity of filthy, sweaty, fucking, maybe
fifteen minutes of pure bliss, he growled that he was
about to come. I jumped off, dropped to my knee,
and shoved his glisting, pussy flavored cock straight down my throat. Again.
I socked hard, tongue, working throat convulsing. He exploded with
a roar, thick, hot ropes of cumb blasting directly into
my belly at first, then I pulled back so the
rest flood in my mouth, salty, creamy, so much of it.
I held it on my tongue, savoring the taste. Turning
to Sarah, I pulled her into a deep, messy kiss,
snowballing as low into her mouth. She moaned into me,
swallowing some and letting the rest drip down her chins
on to our tits. We made out, sloppily, smearing with horny,
while Mike watched, spent and panting. But we weren't done,
not even close After a short breather, I pushed cher
onto the couch and spread her legs. My turn to
teach you something else. I doped between her thighs, licking
her soak pussy with long, hungry strokes. She tasted sweet
and tangy, her clips swollen under my tongue. Mike recovered quickly.
Big digs like that recover fast for round two, and
soon he was behind me again, sliding back into my creamy,
come filt cunt while I ate his girlfriend. He fucked
me slow, this time, long dragging strokes that made my
toes curl. Every thrust pushed my face deeper into Sarah's pussy.
I sucked her clip, flicked it with my tongue, and
fingered her tight hole while moaning around her flush. The
chain of pleasure was electric, his clock stretching me, her
juices flooding my mouth, our shared moans filling the air.
Sarah came first, thighs clamping round my head, squirting a
little against my tongue with a sharp cry. Her spasms
pushed me over the edge. My pussy clinched violently around
Mike's cock, milking him as I squirted messily down my
thighs and soaking his balls. He pulled out and flipped
me on to my back of the couch. Sarah straddled
my face, lowering her dripping pussy into my mouth, while
Mike hooked my legs over his shoulders and drove back
into me deep, missionary, hard, and relentless. My tits bounced
wildly with every powerful thrust. I could feel every ranche
of his cock dragging inside me, hitting that perfect spot
over and over. Sarah crowned against my tongue, sparing her
juices all over my face. I licked and sucked, greedily,
tongue fucking her while Mike pounded me senseless. The sounds
were filthy, wet, slapping skin, my muffled moans vibrating into
her cunt, the constant squelch of his cock destroying my pussy.
I came again, harder, my walls rippling and spasming, squirting
around his thrusting shaft. He kept going, chasing his own
release until he buried himself to the hilt, unloaded deep
inside me. Pulse after pulse of hot come flooded in
my womb, so much of it leaked out around his
cock as he kept thrusting through the aftershocks. We collapsed
in the sweaty, cum drenched pile, kissing, touching, and tasting
each other. I lay there between them, pussy throbbing and leaking.
Mike's slowed down, my ass lips swollen from sucking and kissing.
Sarah looked, blissed out, finally confident in her own slutty potential. Hmm.
That was the hottest nights of my life. I've done
so much filthy shit. I loved every second being watched,
sharing that massive cock, turning my shy friend into a
moaning mess right alongside me. My reputation is the best
sled on campus, completely deserved. And I'm telling you this
right now. I'm touching myself again, just thinking it. My
fingers are sliding through my wet phones, imagining it's your cock,
or maybe you're using me, so tell me to daring
my confess nevery nasty chripping detail make you hard aching hmm.
Maybe I like the idea of you're stroking for me
right now, thinking about my throat, my tight pussy, the
way I worked and squirted and swallow until next time,
stay horny for me. Thank you so much for spending
your night with me, my lovely perverts. If these stories
made you throb or drip, send your own confessions to
Niggi and Ikky at deerniky dot com, anonymously through our
website at Dearniki dot com under the Confessions tab, and
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soon for even more unapologetic pleasure. This is Nikki, Sweet
dreams and even sweeter orgasms. Good night, handsome