Speaker 1: Welcome to the Dear Nikki after Dark pat podcast, the
Speaker 1: podcast where we dive deep into your juiciest confessions, explore
Speaker 1: the wild side of desire, and keep it all between us.
Speaker 1: I'm your host, Nikki, and today we're talking about power
Speaker 1: plays in the workplace that spill over into the sheets.
Speaker 1: We've got stories of bosses who demand more than overtime,
Speaker 1: employees who deliver, and the promotions that come with a
Speaker 1: sigh of satisfaction. Buckle up, it's always going to stee
Speaker 1: me right here. We're going to dive into some three
Speaker 1: short teasers just let you know what you're in for.
Speaker 1: A dinner with the boss turns up into a late
Speaker 1: night invitation, see through night dress and a promotion sealed
Speaker 1: with more than a handshake. Training with plugs all week
Speaker 1: leads to a night of total surrender where every hole
Speaker 1: is claimed and the soreness is worth a smile and
Speaker 1: a pantry quickie. During dinner with a ibbey nearby secures
Speaker 1: a raise and a bonus, all while keeping the secret
Speaker 1: sauce under wraps. Did that get your attention good? Here's
Speaker 1: tonight's after Dark question. Have you ever used your body
Speaker 1: or charm to get ahead? At work or has someone
Speaker 1: tried it on you? For those that are listening, hit
Speaker 1: me in your thoughts, what the wildness negotiation is? Or
Speaker 1: how far would you go for that corner office? And
Speaker 1: to keep your mind fun filthy as always, here's a riddle.
Speaker 1: I get bigger the more you touch me, yet disappear
Speaker 1: if you squeeze too hard. What am I? And of
Speaker 1: course the answer is right after the show? You know
Speaker 1: what time it is. It's time to sit back, relax.
Speaker 1: Let's have a whiskey with some filthy cherries, of course,
Speaker 1: and explore some erotic fantasies from people just like you
Speaker 1: and me. Dear Nikki, I literally can't say no to
Speaker 1: my boss. She's thirty three, sharp, comminent, and way too
Speaker 1: gorgeous for a workplace that already stresses me out. It
Speaker 1: started innocent enough. She invited me to dinner. Sounded super formal,
Speaker 1: like let's discuss your performance thing. So I went in
Speaker 1: expecting shop talk over steak. We had drinks, good food,
Speaker 1: laughed about work stuff the normal boss employee vibes. Then
Speaker 1: she casually mentions her driver can't pick her up, ask
Speaker 1: if I can drop her off at home? Of course
Speaker 1: I said yes, who says no to the boss. We
Speaker 1: get to her place and she invites me in for
Speaker 1: one quick drink single mault whiskey. A few poors later
Speaker 1: and I'm way too buzzed to drive safely, so I
Speaker 1: decided to wait it out till I sober up a bit.
Speaker 1: That's when she changes into this thin night dress. God,
Speaker 1: the way it clung to her curbs. I could clearly
Speaker 1: see her nipples pressing against the fabric. I tried not
Speaker 1: to stare, but it was already hard and the alcohol
Speaker 1: was not helping. She caught me looking at her cleavage
Speaker 1: and just smiled, didn't say a word. I excused myself
Speaker 1: to the bathroom to calm down and my dick down,
Speaker 1: but accidentally turned on the shower and got soaked. I
Speaker 1: asked for a towel and she brought me one, and
Speaker 1: there I was, bare chested, wrapped in a low around
Speaker 1: my waist in an erection that was impossible to hard.
Speaker 1: She straight up asked me why I was so hard,
Speaker 1: I'm blurted out, because of your perking nipples. She laughed
Speaker 1: this low, sexy laugh, then slid the straps off her shoulders.
Speaker 1: Her tits spilled out full juicy, perfect there, she said,
Speaker 1: now you've seen them, they won't bother you anymore. That
Speaker 1: did the opposite. My dick literally popped out from under
Speaker 1: the towel. Before I could react. Her hand was on me, grabbing,
Speaker 1: squeezing my balls, stroking slow and firm. I couldn't hold back.
Speaker 1: I latched onto those tits, sucking, biting gently, and losing
Speaker 1: my mind. Things escalated fast. I peeled off her panties.
Speaker 1: She was already dripping wet. I teased her, passing with
Speaker 1: the head of my cock, slapping it against her until
Speaker 1: she was squirting. She whispered something about filthy, about a deal,
Speaker 1: fuck me until I can't come. I'll make sure you
Speaker 1: get that promotion you've been chasing. I didn't need to
Speaker 1: be told twice. I slid inside her so easily, and
Speaker 1: then I just went for hard, deep, relentless. She was
Speaker 1: shaking legs, trembling uncontrollably, moaning my name, until she came
Speaker 1: so hard her whole body locked up. I pulled out
Speaker 1: and finished on her tits, painting them just like in
Speaker 1: every dirty fantasy I'd ever had about her. And yesterday
Speaker 1: I got the promotion letter of my inbox. Thank you, boss,
Speaker 1: I guess I can't really say no to you, and
Speaker 1: honestly I don't want to. What have I gotten myself into?
Speaker 1: This isn't signed, but sounds like did the I want
Speaker 1: to know did the promotion come with any strings attached
Speaker 1: beyond the bedroom? Like did she? Did you have to
Speaker 1: keep bucking her or go back for like thirds or fourth?
Speaker 1: Or was it a one time thing that helped everything out?
Speaker 1: And for those that are listening, have you ever blurred
Speaker 1: the lines with the superior and did it pay off
Speaker 1: or blow up? You know the drill. If you're listening
Speaker 1: post recording, you can always email me at Nikki and
Speaker 1: I kick a y at dear nikki dot com or
Speaker 1: anonymously on the website Atdearnigki dot com under the confession's tab.
Speaker 1: And if you're listening live, drop it in the show,
Speaker 1: drop it in the notes or on the discord channel
Speaker 1: Dear Nikki. I need to confess something filthy because it's
Speaker 1: all I can think about lately. I'm deep into my
Speaker 1: slutty phase and my boss has completely claimed me. I'm
Speaker 1: basically his free to use blowjob bimbo. At this point,
Speaker 1: we fuck whenever or wherever he wants. But last week
Speaker 1: he looked me dead in the eye and said he
Speaker 1: was taking my ass next. No negotiation, just a statement.
Speaker 1: And since then I've been wearing plugs every single day,
Speaker 1: stretching and training myself for him, like the obedient little
Speaker 1: toy I've become. Last night he finally split me up.
Speaker 1: I went straight to his huge house after work, let
Speaker 1: myself in with the key gave me, and changed to
Speaker 1: the loon new lingerie he left out on the entry table,
Speaker 1: black lace, crotchless, barely there straps that made me feel
Speaker 1: like expensive porn. I walked into the living room and
Speaker 1: there he was, lounging on the couch like a king.
Speaker 1: He didn't even say hello, just stabbed his fingers once
Speaker 1: and pointed to the floor between his legs. I dropped
Speaker 1: to my knees instantly, my god given position, and took
Speaker 1: him in my mouth, sloppy, messy the way he likes it,
Speaker 1: spit running down my chin, gagging just enough to make
Speaker 1: my eyes water. He kept telling me what a sexy
Speaker 1: little slut I was for worshiping him. Then he pulled
Speaker 1: out and smeared his wet cock all over my face,
Speaker 1: ruining my makeup. On purpose, lipsticked streak to cosmic cheeks,
Speaker 1: bescare running. I looked wrecked, and I loved it. Without
Speaker 1: a word, he stood up, grabbed both my ass, shakes
Speaker 1: hard enough to leave marks, kissed me deep and dirty,
Speaker 1: then carried me to the bedroom like I weighed nothing.
Speaker 1: He laid me face down on his bed and yanked
Speaker 1: the plug out slowly and growled, all your hauls are
Speaker 1: mine now. He looped his thick cock and pressed a
Speaker 1: head against my ass and started pushing in. I braced
Speaker 1: myself for pain, but it didn't hurt like I expected.
Speaker 1: The plugs had done their job. He went slow at first,
Speaker 1: letting me adjust, whispering how good I was taking him.
Speaker 1: Then he felt me relax, and that was it. Came over.
Speaker 1: He picked up the speed, deep sturdy thrust that turned
Speaker 1: into a full lawn pounding. It felt so fucking good.
Speaker 1: I started coming almost immediately, shaking, moaning like an animal,
Speaker 1: sounds I didn't even know I could make. He degraded
Speaker 1: me the whole time. That's it. Take it like the
Speaker 1: anal slut you are. This ass belongs to me now,
Speaker 1: and even filthier words made me clench harder around him.
Speaker 1: When he finally came. He buried himself balls deep and
Speaker 1: flooded my ass with come. I could feel every pulse.
Speaker 1: He didn't pull out right away, just stayed inside me,
Speaker 1: softening while he caught his breath. Then he fucked me
Speaker 1: two more times after that, once on my back with
Speaker 1: my legs over my shoulders, once from behind while he
Speaker 1: spanked me red. Each load went straight up my ass.
Speaker 1: I'm sore to day, and I'm already craving it again,
Speaker 1: like aching for it, touching myself thinking about craving it.
Speaker 1: I think I'm officially an anal slept bimbo now, And honestly,
Speaker 1: I've never been prouder. My boss owns every hole and
Speaker 1: I'm so fucky happy about it. What the hell's he
Speaker 1: turned me into? Still leaking has come and smiling like
Speaker 1: an idiot? Well, hello guys, hirae he mars oh and
Speaker 1: for holay, Hello, how's everybody tonight? Did you guys how
Speaker 1: I didn't see when you guys jumped in? Did you
Speaker 1: get to hear the story at all? Or confession? Okay?
Speaker 1: So basically, she it sounds like a kind of like
Speaker 1: a submission dumb relationship. So it was kind of hot
Speaker 1: I wasn't surprised so for the person that wrote in
Speaker 1: these aren't signed tonight, which is interesting. How has this
Speaker 1: changed your dynamic at work and those that you were listening?
Speaker 1: What's your take on a free to use fantasies turning
Speaker 1: into real thrilling or is it too risky? Basically she
Speaker 1: was his free to use anything after hours? Wow? What
Speaker 1: kind of dangerous d jar? Is it more dangerous jar?
Speaker 1: Or with the boss? You guys think, Oh great, I
Speaker 1: made you guys think on a Monday. What do you
Speaker 1: think about that? I'll go on to the next Dearnyky,
Speaker 1: I have the dirtiest little secret and I'm still buzzing
Speaker 1: from it. We invited my husband's boss over for dinner
Speaker 1: the other night, just the three of us, casual, friendly
Speaker 1: steaks on the grill and a few bottles of red
Speaker 1: the usual let's butter up the guy who controls the
Speaker 1: paycheck vibe. My husband was nervous, really nervous because he's
Speaker 1: been gunning for that race for months. He kept saying,
Speaker 1: just be nice, babe, make him feel welcome. I was nice,
Speaker 1: maybe too nice. Dinner went smoothly at first, laughs, work talk,
Speaker 1: compliments on my cooking but every time I leaned over
Speaker 1: to refill his glass or clear plate, I caught him staring,
Speaker 1: lingering on my cleavage the way my dress hugged my hips.
Speaker 1: I didn't stop him. I just smiled and let my
Speaker 1: hips sway a little extra when I walked away. After dessert,
Speaker 1: my husband suggested they moved to the living room for
Speaker 1: scotch while I tidied up. I knew what he was doing,
Speaker 1: giving the boss a chance to relax, maybe drop hints
Speaker 1: about the rays. What he didn't know was that I'd
Speaker 1: already decided to take matters into my own hands. Literally,
Speaker 1: Sorry about that. I slipped into the kitchen, hiked up
Speaker 1: my dress just enough, and texted the boss from the
Speaker 1: other room meet me in the pantry two minutes. No explanation,
Speaker 1: just that he showed up fast, door barely clicked shut
Speaker 1: before his hands were on me, gripping my waist, spinning
Speaker 1: me around, pressing me against the shelves. He didn't ask questions,
Speaker 1: just kiss me hard, one hand sliding up my thigh,
Speaker 1: finding out I wasn't wearing any panties. He groaned into
Speaker 1: my mouth when his fingers slipped inside me, and felt
Speaker 1: how soaked I already was fuck your trouble, he muttered.
Speaker 1: I just smirked, dropped to my knees on the cold tile,
Speaker 1: and took him out, thick, hard, already leaking. I sucked
Speaker 1: him like I was starving, deep, messy, letting him fuck
Speaker 1: my throat while I looked up at him with watery eyes.
Speaker 1: He was quiet but rough, fingers tangled in my hair,
Speaker 1: guiding me exactly how he wanted. He pulled me up
Speaker 1: before he finished, bit me over the counter, flipped my
Speaker 1: dress up, and slid into me in one slow thrust.
Speaker 1: I bit my lip to keep from moaning too loud.
Speaker 1: My husband was literally twenty feet away watching TV. Every
Speaker 1: thrust felt dangerous, forbidden, perfect. He fucked me hard and fast,
Speaker 1: one hand clamped over my mouth, the other one rubbing
Speaker 1: my clit until I came shaking around him. He didn't
Speaker 1: pull out, just growled low in my ear. Tell your
Speaker 1: husband he's good the rays and the bonus. Then buried
Speaker 1: himself deep and came inside me. I felt every pulse,
Speaker 1: every drop, filling me up while my legs trembled. We
Speaker 1: cleaned up, quick, fixed my dress, wipe his cock on
Speaker 1: a dish towel like nothing happened, then strolled back out
Speaker 1: like we'd just been grabbing more ice. The rest of
Speaker 1: the night was polite small talk, my husband beaming, thinking
Speaker 1: his charm in the steak had sealed the deal. The
Speaker 1: boss kept stealing glasses at me at the table, a
Speaker 1: smug little smile, tugging his lips. Yesterday, my husband came
Speaker 1: home grinning ear to ear with the news Rays approve
Speaker 1: retroactive plus a performance bonus he wasn't even expecting. He
Speaker 1: thinks he earned it over dinner conversation. I know exactly
Speaker 1: how he earned it. And I'm already wondering when the
Speaker 1: boss will want desert again. I think he's going to
Speaker 1: get that rais after all, maybe a few more, as
Speaker 1: long as I keep being such a good little host. God,
Speaker 1: I'm such a bad wife, and I love it. Nothing
Speaker 1: says hospitality like a pantry pounding I have, Like I've
Speaker 1: gone to dinner places where people were like with the
Speaker 1: boss and stuff like that. I've never given one a blowjob,
Speaker 1: but I have eight oysters for one, and yeah, I
Speaker 1: had never had oysters before. And we were at this
Speaker 1: restaurant in North Carolina and actually was like in a ship.
Speaker 1: It was a ship in a low's parking lot. But
Speaker 1: it was like the best seafood you can have in
Speaker 1: the town. And we sat down and they ordered a
Speaker 1: bunch of smoked oysters, I think, and they shucked them
Speaker 1: at the table, and I thought, oh god, oh God,
Speaker 1: oh god. And I was braised that you just you
Speaker 1: try everything at least once. And I thought, I kept
Speaker 1: seeing people get small, tiny ones, and I thought, okay,
Speaker 1: I can do that, I can do that. Oh hell no.
Speaker 1: Mine was as big as a palm in my hand
Speaker 1: and shaped like a heart. So my mouth's not that bag,
Speaker 1: it's not guy's. So I mean, nice tight seal and
Speaker 1: all that. I'll let's dream of that. And I remember
Speaker 1: I had to cut mine in half and I bit down,
Speaker 1: and the whole tables like, no, no, you don't bite
Speaker 1: on it. So I ended up swallowing it, and I
Speaker 1: was like, I'm gonna turn green. The person caught the raise,
Speaker 1: so I didn't have to swallow. Dick did get him
Speaker 1: a raise, just oysters. Has anybody else been a supportive
Speaker 1: partner to get somebody to raise? Like I said, I
Speaker 1: don't have anything sexual, just that one. I mean, they
Speaker 1: could have been making me NEI thinking that I was
Speaker 1: swallowing the cump. Who knows, but I wasn't. It was
Speaker 1: a really ucky, eky oyster. It was Seriously, it was
Speaker 1: an oyster. It was disgusting. Ah, Dear Nikki. This literally
Speaker 1: happened an hour ago, and I'm still tasting him on
Speaker 1: my tongue while I type this. I can't believe I'm
Speaker 1: confessing it, but fuck, I knew I had to do
Speaker 1: it to you. It was a normal late night work
Speaker 1: overtime grind, almost done when my manager John buzzes me
Speaker 1: into his house office. Door's close, click lock. I sit
Speaker 1: across from him his desk, thinking it's about some report
Speaker 1: or schedule bullshit. He makes small talk at first, how's
Speaker 1: the weekend looking? You pulling too many hours? Et cetera.
Speaker 1: Then he leans back, loosens his tie a little, and
Speaker 1: he hits me with it. Are you interested in making
Speaker 1: some extra money here? Real money? Quick? I laugh, half drvis,
Speaker 1: half curious. Who says no to more money? He doesn't blink.
Speaker 1: I like you a lot. If you blow me right now,
Speaker 1: right here, I'll pay you for the full month up front,
Speaker 1: an bump you to the senior position you've been talking
Speaker 1: about effective immediately I'm by, and he's that in that
Speaker 1: hot older confidence, slightly rough around the edge's way, broad shoulders,
Speaker 1: five o'clock shadow, deep voice that already makes me feel charged.
Speaker 1: So fuck it, I said, yes. He stands up, walks
Speaker 1: around the desk, stops right in front of where I'm sitting.
Speaker 1: I reach up unto his belt, unzip him and pull
Speaker 1: out his cock, thick, seven inches easy, already half hard
Speaker 1: and heavy in my hand. I start stroking, slow, rolling
Speaker 1: his balls, gently, getting him fully stiff, spit on my palm.
Speaker 1: Slick him up and pick up the pace until he's
Speaker 1: leaking at the tip. Kiss it, he says, low voice.
Speaker 1: I lean in, soft, kisses up the shaft, little flicks
Speaker 1: of the tongue at the head, tasting all that salty
Speaker 1: bead of pre comb. I lick him from base to tip,
Speaker 1: then drag my tongue over his balls, too, sucking one
Speaker 1: gently into my mouth just to hear him groan open
Speaker 1: I do. He guides the head past my lips, thick,
Speaker 1: stretches my mouth right away. At the end of the day,
Speaker 1: must hits me hard, sweat man arousal. It makes me
Speaker 1: stupidly horny. I start slow, swirling my tongue around the ridge,
Speaker 1: taking more inch by inch until I'm bobbing at the
Speaker 1: steady rhythm. Five minutes in, I'm taking him all the
Speaker 1: way nose to pubes, medium pace, sloppy, loving the weight
Speaker 1: of him on my tongue. I pull off to suck
Speaker 1: his balls again, then dive back in harder, deep throating,
Speaker 1: now gagging just enough to make my eyes water, spit
Speaker 1: running down my chin. He's moaning openly, hand in my hair,
Speaker 1: guiding but not forcing. Then I'm gonna come swallow it all,
Speaker 1: and I'll make it two months pay instead of one.
Speaker 1: I flash a thumbs up without missing a beat. He
Speaker 1: grabs my head, thrust deep and unloads hot, thick jets
Speaker 1: straight down my throat. Five six heavy pulses, salty, bitter,
Speaker 1: a lot. I swallow every drop, milking him with my
Speaker 1: throat until he's shuddering. When he finally pulls out, I
Speaker 1: give the head a few last slow licks, cleaning him up,
Speaker 1: then stand up, grab his tie and kiss him deep.
Speaker 1: Let him taste himself at my tongue. He groans into
Speaker 1: my mouth like he's surprised how much he likes it.
Speaker 1: That was the best blow job I've ever had, he says,
Speaker 1: still catching his breath. I smirk. I aim to be
Speaker 1: the best at everything I do. He laughs, zips up
Speaker 1: and keeps his word. Promotion paperwork already started, two months
Speaker 1: pay hitting my account by morning, he promised. I'm walking
Speaker 1: out the door when he calls after me, if it's possible,
Speaker 1: let's do this again sometime. I turn and gran if
Speaker 1: the offer's right, why not? Doors shut? Night over? But
Speaker 1: I'm already half hard thinking about the next time he
Speaker 1: needs to discuss my performance. I just sucked off my
Speaker 1: boss for cash and a promotion. I'd do it again
Speaker 1: in my heartbeat. I wouldn't. I'm waiting for we see
Speaker 1: what Mars says, so I know that's what I'm thinking, Mars,
Speaker 1: they must be really, really attractive. I'm I'm also kind
Speaker 1: of wondering if like two months pay, so like my
Speaker 1: this is my mind logically, and I'm like, two months pay?
Speaker 1: Does that on top of them what I'm already earning?
Speaker 1: Are you just giving me money? I had a time
Speaker 1: because you're you're giving me money ahead of time. I
Speaker 1: don't want it. But if you're giving me that on
Speaker 1: top of what I'm already making sure you know and
Speaker 1: you don't have to look up. I'm sitting here now,
Speaker 1: I'm actually thinking about it. I'm like, even if he's
Speaker 1: not attractive, guys, you don't have to look up at him, right,
Speaker 1: I mean I would make him go wash it. I
Speaker 1: mean two muths pay it's two much wait, depending on
Speaker 1: how much you're making. I guess would this fit in
Speaker 1: the twenty dollars is twenty dollars? Yeah? True, you guys
Speaker 1: do like eye contact. I'm just curious. I mean what
Speaker 1: I mean, is this one of those where it's like, eh,
Speaker 1: twenty dollars is twenty dollars? Yeah, I'm not that desperate.
Speaker 1: I'll go down and donate plasma if I'm that desperate.
Speaker 1: You know who you have me thinking of? Now Mars
Speaker 1: And not that I've seen all of them, but I've
Speaker 1: seen clips that really really, really really disgusting guy that's
Speaker 1: played by and see. Now this is where I wish
Speaker 1: you guys lived in my head. I mean, I'm sorry,
Speaker 1: I'll only keep you there like five seconds to see it?
Speaker 1: Does the spinoffs from Double O seven? Uh? Is it
Speaker 1: Mike Mike the spy who shagged me? The really big guy?
Speaker 1: But he plays it? You know what I'm talking about,
Speaker 1: looks disgustingly sweaty and still like he hasn't showered. Please
Speaker 1: tell me somebody's watched these movies. Okay, so you know
Speaker 1: what I'm talking about. Minimum But if you're making one
Speaker 1: of them, see I thought of that free Holly. If
Speaker 1: you're making minimum wage, wouldn't you want the two months
Speaker 1: ahead anytime? If it was on top of what you're
Speaker 1: already making. I hear that so often. Twenty dollars is
Speaker 1: twenty dollars? Is? I hear it so often in the
Speaker 1: people I hang around with. It's not even funny. Twenty
Speaker 1: dollars and twenty dollars. I'm like, all right, dear Nikki, Okay,
Speaker 1: confession time, because this weekend is about to get deliciously
Speaker 1: wicked and I need to spill it before I explode.
Speaker 1: My boyfriend's boss, let's call him Ethan, invite me to
Speaker 1: go camping this weekend. Just me, not my boyfriend, not
Speaker 1: a group thing, one tent, one sleeping bag, situation, deep
Speaker 1: in the woods, no cell service. Half the time, Ethan
Speaker 1: framed it as team building and getting to know the
Speaker 1: people who matter to his star employee, But the way
Speaker 1: he looked at me when he said it, tongue in cheek, smirk,
Speaker 1: eyes dropping to my lips, then lower. We both know
Speaker 1: exactly what this is. My boyfriend, He's thrilled, thinks it's
Speaker 1: a huge quer wind for him if the boss likes me.
Speaker 1: Keep saying stuff like, babe, this could be a massive
Speaker 1: for my promotion. Be your charming self. Net work. A
Speaker 1: little poor sweet idiot has no clue. I've already decided
Speaker 1: to net work every inch of Ethan's body. So here's
Speaker 1: the real confession. I'm packing tiny bikinis, lacy panties that
Speaker 1: tied at the sides, that sheer white tank top, with
Speaker 1: no brawl and zero intention of behaving. Ethan already texted
Speaker 1: me the packing list. Bring whatever makes you feel sexy.
Speaker 1: I'll handle the rest. Attached was the photo of the tent,
Speaker 1: big enough for two air mattresses, pushed together. Subtle, but
Speaker 1: the best part. We're going to tease the hell of
Speaker 1: my boyfriend the whole time. I want him squirming at home,
Speaker 1: half hard, confused, wondering why his loyal girl friend is
Speaker 1: so suddenly so quiet, then not so quiet. Here's when
Speaker 1: I'm planning so far, and yes, Ethrian's one hundred percent
Speaker 1: on board. He's the one who suggested most of it.
Speaker 1: Accidental photos. I'll send my boyfriend cute little camp side
Speaker 1: steps me by the bonfire, looking innocent. Was you were here, babe?
Speaker 1: But then oops, one starts slipping in. Me bent over
Speaker 1: setting up the tent as perfectly framed in tiny shorts,
Speaker 1: Me stretching in that white tank so my nipples are
Speaker 1: obvious through the fabric, Me slipping into the in my
Speaker 1: bikini with the top barely tied. Each one with a
Speaker 1: caption like Ethan says, hi or boss man is a
Speaker 1: great photographer. Voice notes that get progressively dirtier. Start sweet, hey, love,
Speaker 1: we just hiked this amazing view. Then later, breathy, giggling,
Speaker 1: Ethan's teaching me how to uh build a fire. He's
Speaker 1: really good with his hands. By Saturday night, low moans
Speaker 1: in the background, Me whispering, sh Ethan's sleeping right next
Speaker 1: to me, but I can't stop thinking about you, or
Speaker 1: maybe it's him, and let the line go dead mid sentence,
Speaker 1: like I got distracted by something or someone touching me
Speaker 1: late night. I miss you. Calls that aren't I call
Speaker 1: my boyfriend when we're both in the tent, zipped up together,
Speaker 1: act all sleepily and cuddly at first. I miss you
Speaker 1: so much, babe, then let out a little gass been whimpers, sorry,
Speaker 1: just justing the sleeping bag. Let him hear the rustle
Speaker 1: of fabric. Ethan's low chuckle in the background. Maybe a
Speaker 1: soft good girl muttered just loud enough to catch hang
Speaker 1: up abruptly with gotta go love you, Talk you tomorrow
Speaker 1: in the grand finale Sunday morning, Send one last photo
Speaker 1: me and nothing but Ethan's flannel shirt, hair, messy lips,
Speaker 1: swollen hickey's blooming on my neck and collarbone. Caption Survive
Speaker 1: the weekend. Ethan says, you're getting that promotion and maybe
Speaker 1: earned up bonus two. Come pick me up. I'm a
Speaker 1: little sore from all the hiking. I'm already wet just
Speaker 1: thinking about his face. When those texts roll in one
Speaker 1: by one, he'll be confused, then jealous, then painfully turned on.
Speaker 1: Jerking off in our bed, wondering how much is real?
Speaker 1: How much is me fucking hit with him? Ethan keeps saying,
Speaker 1: let's make sure he never forgets who really runs things
Speaker 1: around here. God, I'm such a slut for this and
Speaker 1: I haven't even left yet. How far do you think
Speaker 1: we should be pushing the t's. I want him bagging
Speaker 1: by the time I get home, and maybe thanking his
Speaker 1: boss for taking such good care of me. I don't
Speaker 1: know if i'd do this. This is kind of you know,
Speaker 1: especially if they haven't had the talk yet, but it
Speaker 1: would be tempting. Are these jobs indeed? I don't know.
Speaker 1: You know, we should go trolling on Indian and see
Speaker 1: if we can find some of these jobs. Oh, free,
Speaker 1: holies already looked for us, Oh, Ray says LinkedIn. I
Speaker 1: haven't looked at I've heard LinkedIn's pretty pretty. Uh you're
Speaker 1: sexy at times. Oh she's not looking? Why is she
Speaker 1: not looking? Are you two together? I may have learned something. Oh, hello, wife.
Speaker 1: I was about to say, hey, Mars, let's two girls
Speaker 1: go out and see if we can check this out
Speaker 1: on LinkedIn. I was really gonna like set aside and
Speaker 1: start how except she joins the server alone. I was
Speaker 1: gonna look with her. She's like, look abound, ha ha.
Speaker 1: I love this. She's been totally behaved, you know, such
Speaker 1: a good girl when she's here, I promise. Yet you
Speaker 1: missed it when it was all girls night, guys or
Speaker 1: ladies night. I should say, yeah, let's be careful in
Speaker 1: those friend requests because I can. I they are not
Speaker 1: the only couple who's floating in here, so let's be careful. Yes,
Speaker 1: and yours very respectful. I know you are, Ray, dear Nikki.
Speaker 1: I was twenty one, fresh out of college, wrapping up
Speaker 1: my internship at this big firm, and the final herder,
Speaker 1: her who was an interview with my boss's would be
Speaker 1: boss's boss, the guy who actually signs off on full
Speaker 1: time hires. I'd seen him around the office a few times,
Speaker 1: mid forties, tall salt and pepper hair and the solid
Speaker 1: dadbod that build that somehow works way better than it should.
Speaker 1: I was a nervous wreck. First real job on the line,
Speaker 1: hard hammering Paul's sweaty. I dressed to impress, but kept
Speaker 1: it professional. Tight pencil skirt that hugged my hips and
Speaker 1: ass like second skin, then flared out a little down
Speaker 1: lower sleeveless blacktop that showed just enough cleavage to be
Speaker 1: distracting but not trashy. I'm a thirty four D on
Speaker 1: my smaller frame, they look bigger than they are, and
Speaker 1: I knew it. I walked into his corner office leg
Speaker 1: shek shaky took his shook his hand and sat down
Speaker 1: and started the usual interview dance. But maybe three minutes
Speaker 1: in I realized he wasn't really listening to my answers.
Speaker 1: Every time I spoke, his eyes dropped straight to my
Speaker 1: chest and stayed there no suddenly full on staring at
Speaker 1: my tits like they were on power point. To keep talking,
Speaker 1: trying to pretend I didn't notice, but he wasn't pretending.
Speaker 1: Then mincentence, he cuts me off, stands up abruptly and says,
Speaker 1: I've seen enough. I'd love to see you on the team.
Speaker 1: You're hired. The wording felt loaded, like he wasn't talking
Speaker 1: about my resume. But holy shit, first full time offer.
Speaker 1: I was so relieved and excited I jumped up without thinking,
Speaker 1: threw my arms around him in a hug. Big mistake
Speaker 1: or best mistake. He hugged back, hands sliding down my back,
Speaker 1: lingering way too low. When he pulled apart, he openly
Speaker 1: raking his eyes up and down my chest. My body
Speaker 1: hips legs back to chest like I was already his
Speaker 1: I'm really going to enjoy having you around here, he says,
Speaker 1: voicelow and there are definitely some things you can help
Speaker 1: to cut yourself out, make things easier for you. It
Speaker 1: was crystal clear what he meant. My brain short circuited,
Speaker 1: part fear, part thrill, part what the actual fuck is happening?
Speaker 1: I played coy, tilted my head smiled a little too sweet.
Speaker 1: What kind of things? He didn't hesitate? Well, you can
Speaker 1: start by taking your top off and sucking my dick.
Speaker 1: It's your toys, though, time froze. I should have walked out.
Speaker 1: I didn't something about the power, imbalance, the risk, the
Speaker 1: way he said it too casually. I just did it.
Speaker 1: I reached for the hem of my top, peeled it off,
Speaker 1: brawl and all tits in his office at three pm
Speaker 1: on a Tuesday. He groaned, step closer, hands immediately on me, kneading, squeezing,
Speaker 1: sucking my nipples like he'd been starving for them. I
Speaker 1: helped up on the edge of his desk. He stood
Speaker 1: between my legs, kissing me deep, shockingly good kiss her, slow,
Speaker 1: hungry tongue, doing things that made my head spin. Then
Speaker 1: he stepped back, undead his belt. I helped him shove
Speaker 1: his pants and boxers down. When that cock sprang free, Jesus,
Speaker 1: easily the biggest I've ever seen, thick, long, vainy, already leaking.
Speaker 1: I just stared for a second, mouth watering, desperate despite myself,
Speaker 1: He sat back in his big leather chair like a king.
Speaker 1: I dropped my knees on the carpet his legs and
Speaker 1: went for it. It was a challenge. My jaw stretched
Speaker 1: wide from the start. I started slow licking the shaft,
Speaker 1: swirling the head and tasting him. Took a while to
Speaker 1: find a rhythm that worked with his sighs, but once
Speaker 1: I did, I loved it. The stretch, the weight on
Speaker 1: my tongue, the way he groaned every time I took
Speaker 1: him deeper. Fifteen minutes of sloppy, determined sucking, jaw aching,
Speaker 1: spit everywhere, eyes watering, and I wasn't stopping until he came.
Speaker 1: I could feel him thicking, rock, throbbing. Suddenly he stood
Speaker 1: up fast, pulled out of my mouth with that wet pop,
Speaker 1: and stroked himself twice before exploding. Thick ropes of cum
Speaker 1: hit my face, cheeks, lip, and chin, even spattered across
Speaker 1: his desk, hot, messy a lot. He tossed me a
Speaker 1: clean rag from his drawer, wipe up, don't be late tomorrow,
Speaker 1: and congrats, you'll be getting a nice rais to start.
Speaker 1: That was it, no more words. I wept my face
Speaker 1: the best I could still, tasted him on my lips,
Speaker 1: and pulled my top back on with shaky hands, and
Speaker 1: slipped out to the bathroom to fix my makeup and
Speaker 1: make sure I didn't look like i'd just been facialed
Speaker 1: by the VP's office. Started the job the next day,
Speaker 1: got that raise, and yeah, it wasn't the last time
Speaker 1: I helped myself out around there. Corporate life is fucked up,
Speaker 1: and apparently I'm into it. I still get wet thinking
Speaker 1: about that first day on my knees. What have I done? Hm?
Speaker 1: Can you imagine going from intern to higher and then
Speaker 1: with a raise, all in one day? And if we
Speaker 1: were all this job okay, but reverse roles, however you
Speaker 1: liked them? Would you do something a sexual pleasure? Hello, Beatty,
Speaker 1: how are you? That's okay? There's another bosses one down
Speaker 1: the month, so you can still sit it. So if
Speaker 1: you were up as an intern, would you yes, I am,
Speaker 1: would you drop for a give a blowjob, lick a
Speaker 1: pussy for to be hired? And the race that's for everybody,
Speaker 1: not necessarily just Betty. We're not picking on your Betty. Well.
Speaker 1: Twenty dollars is twenty dollars. I thought we established, Mars.
Speaker 1: We keep asking that, Mars. If you go up into
Speaker 1: the chat, BRS is like, these bosses must be really
Speaker 1: hot and we're gonna looked at LinkedIn and then free
Speaker 1: Holy says she's not looking at LinkedIn if these bosses
Speaker 1: are hot, so we cannot it cannot go trolling on LinkedIn.
Speaker 1: Apparently it's been forbidden from free hola eg seed twenty
Speaker 1: dollars is twenty dollars. I think your a little trouble there, Mars.
Speaker 1: She might be getting it hard later. Don't be too
Speaker 1: rough on her later. Forey ae. And that's a wrap
Speaker 1: on today's tales of bosses, bonuses, and bedroom bargains. What
Speaker 1: we can learn here A story one shows us how
Speaker 1: simple yes can escalate to ecstasy and advancement, but watch
Speaker 1: for those power imbalances. The second reminds us that preparation
Speaker 1: meets opportunity in the most intimate ways, highlighting consent and craving.
Speaker 1: The third one secrets spice up marriages, but they can
Speaker 1: also sour them. Communication is the key. Fourth proves transactions
Speaker 1: can be tempting, yet they risk turning the workplace into
Speaker 1: a marketplace. The camping confession teaches us that teasing walks
Speaker 1: a fine line between arousal and agony, emphasizing trust and relationships.
Speaker 1: And finally, the interview story underscores how entry level desperation
Speaker 1: can lead to long term dynamics. You know your worth
Speaker 1: is beyond the physical and for today days riddle well,
Speaker 1: I'll read it again for all of you guys. I
Speaker 1: go in hard and come out soft, and you blow
Speaker 1: me first. What's the answer. Actually, that's not the riddle?
Speaker 1: Why I write two different riddles? Wow, okay, let me
Speaker 1: write the right riddle. Read the real riddle. Hang on,
Speaker 1: and then I have your naughty tucking do do do? Okay, Nope,
Speaker 1: that's not it. God, I wrote a lot today. Okay.
Speaker 1: I get bigger the more you touch me, yet disappear
Speaker 1: if you squeeze it too hard. When am I no? Close?
Speaker 1: Thank you? Ray? Are we giving up for you? Al
Speaker 1: A jumping in well, I mean, yeah, it's a bubble.
Speaker 1: That's not PG. Forole A, the one part of my
Speaker 1: show that's actually PG. You throw out condom the one
Speaker 1: part and he has to throw it out to the moon. Well, okay,
Speaker 1: maybe Ish I agree with her. Ish Mars, I think
Speaker 1: you're married to a smart ass. They're a couple. By
Speaker 1: the way, Betty, I didn't really. We just learned that,
Speaker 1: like right right, right before you logged in, right, I
Speaker 1: were like, wait, what here on this show you would
Speaker 1: say barely legals or nineteen n plus. I'm more comfortable
Speaker 1: if you say twenty five plus. But yes, we don't
Speaker 1: use kids or teens in this. We can get into
Speaker 1: a little bit of trouble. Nope, you're good. I may
Speaker 1: be more strict on it than a lot of people.
Speaker 1: I just after working the lines and seeing the nasties
Speaker 1: that goes on about wordages and stuff. You know, if
Speaker 1: we put the wrong word, it's like teen or kids
Speaker 1: in our profile immediately gets flagged and taken down, as
Speaker 1: it should. So I'm just really strict on what we say.
Speaker 1: There's a lot of times I do get confessions that
Speaker 1: are eighteen and nineteen, and Darcy and I have a
Speaker 1: strict policy to remove those ages just because it's so
Speaker 1: close and we just we tend to try not to
Speaker 1: unless it just falls through the gap to not mention
Speaker 1: ages at all, so that way at least more to
Speaker 1: your imagination. Yeah, it's too close. I cringed when I
Speaker 1: pull up my demographic when somebody asks for my demographic.
Speaker 1: So a lot of people want to hit the the
Speaker 1: younger you know from thirty below, and I don't get
Speaker 1: much of that. And then I always see like the
Speaker 1: under seventeen. I go no, no, no, no, kind of
Speaker 1: get creeped out of it. No no no, but we
Speaker 1: don't say anything too bad. But I don't want the mirror.
Speaker 1: That's all I need is a mama bear after me
Speaker 1: because her kid didn't got past her, not her locks.
Speaker 1: I mean, dad would kick him off, but just stick
Speaker 1: her around hopefully and thank you so much for coming
Speaker 1: in or hahaha, tuning in. I should say, you guys
Speaker 1: know how to get ahold of me until next time.
Speaker 1: Stay naughty but nice, and don't fuck her too hard
Speaker 1: for you holley, though she may like that,