Speaker 1: Welcome to Nikki after Dark, where your naughtiest confessions come
to life. I'm your host, Nikki, and tonight we're exploring corruption,
risky proximity, and immature wife's delicious vacation indiscretions. Here's what
you're here tonight show. Imagine a shy, curly haired college
girl inviting you back to our place, only to transform
from blushing innocent into a hungry little cumslut and a
boyfriend's hot ex sleeping on the couch just meters away
while you watch old videos of him sucking that same cock.
The tension, the whispers, and the explosive finish with him
right there. And later, a bold fifty year old wife
sneaks away from her napping husband for a raw, sandy
breeding session with a stranger. Every whole claimed, every drop savored.
You won't keep your hands to yourself tonight, That's for sure.
And for tonight's question, how do you subtly identify and
approach other couples in the wild? Hey, everyone, I'm curious
in how you navigate the wild, clubs, bars, resorts, vanilla parties,
anywhere really, where you go to subtle clues or signals
for spotting other swingers or open minded couples. How do
you reach out without getting awkward? We had a funny
experience a while back at a regular club where a
couple approached us, invited us for drinks, and we hit
it off. I eventually threw out the old feeler, so
what are you guys into? And it turned into an
amazing night. Has anyone else had a similar experience where
you reached out and got reached out too? In a
completely vanilla setting? What gave it away for you? You
can drop your own stories to Nikki and Ikky at
Darnigki dot com, anonymously through our website at Dearnikki dot
com under the confessions tab, or always join us live
on Discord. We are here Monday through Saturday, eight BM
Central Standard time. I would love hearing your real life adventures.
And now it's my favorite time of the show. It's
time for our naughty riddle. I love being filled with wood,
but someone only goes down on me once a year
when am I and the answer will be at the
very end of our show. You know what time it is.
It's time to sit back, relax. Let's have a whiskey
with some filthy cherries, of course, and explore sorotic fantasies
from people just like you and me, Dear Nikki, It
all happens so quickly. My wife and I were deep
in the middle of the heated fock in our bedroom,
my thick cock sliding in and out of her tight
wet pussy with those delicious rhythmun slaps of skin on skin.
The air was thick with a musky scent of our arousal,
her soft moans filling my ear. When our dog suddenly
started barking crazy at the front door, I heard some
one knock. My wife panted, her voice husky with frustration
and need fuck, I mumble under my breath. I reluctantly
pulled my throbbing slit cock from her warmth, still raw,
hard and glistening with her juices. I threw on a robe,
my big dick, refusing to soften completely to hide it.
I tucked it away, the heavy length under the side
sash around my waist, filling it pulse against the fabric.
At the door, I grabbed my dog's collar to keep
him from bolting, and reached for the handle. The moment
I opened it, there she was a cute younger woman
dressed in a sweet professional outfit, holding a clipboard, standing
practically my doorway, close enough that I kept which the
light floral scent of her shampoo. Hi. There, She drew
out her greeting like the most disarming, innocent tone. Her
eyes were bright. Have you ever heard of her organization?
Were a non profit humanitarian group in the area. She
smiled warmly and glanced down at my dog with a
genuine excitement as she finished speaking. Oh, hi, I managed,
caught off guard completely. No, I haven't, but now really
isn't a good time. Sorry. I tried to stay polite,
gripping my dog tight as he strained and wiggled, eager
to investigate the stranger. Oh okay, that's okay, she responded,
nicely and still smiling. Then my cock was softening just
a bit. No nulgar tightly secured under the sash, I
could feel the heavy weight of it shifting. You have
such a cute dog, by the way, she said cheerily.
She bent down low, reaching a hand toward him, her
face dipping closer to my waist. My dog lunged forward
with a happy jerk, yanking my arm. I stumbled to
catch my balance, and that's when it happened. My half hard, thick,
heavy cock slipped free from under the sash. It pushed
the robe abin easily as it swung out, falling into
playing view just the foot from her pretty little face. Oh,
she froze, her eyes, locking into my cock with a
wide eyed and shock. I could see every detail in
her gaze, though her lips parted slightly, a flush creeping
up her cheeks. Oh my god, I'm sorry, I blurted,
heart pounding. I had to free both hands to fix myself,
so I shoved the dog inside with my leg and
released this collar. That alone made my robe gape wider,
fully exposing my thick shaft and balls. Her eyes went
even wider, drinking it all in. Finally I got my
hands on the robe, old it closed while my dog
excidedly paced behind me. The woman stared at me wordlessly
for a moment with a shocked expression, before slowly standing up,
her eyes gazing lingering. I'm so sorry, I repeated, face burning,
it's okay, she quietly stammered, a soft chuckle escaping her
That slight, knowing smile told me she definitely wasn't offended.
She turned her head to the side, then her body,
but not before giving me one last look. I hope
you have a nice stay. She drew out the word playfully,
her eyes flicking over me once more as she walked away.
Thanks you too, I tried to say, confidently, though I
was probably red as a tomato. I closed the door,
shot my clueless dog a look. He just wagged his tail,
completely hopeless. I went straight back to my wife, told
her it was just someone asking for money like usual,
and buried my cock back inside her suck pussy. They
picked up right off where she left off, and I
came almost immediately exploding, with a memory of the cute
stranger's wide eyed stare still fresh in my mind. Signed
your secret doorway tease. Okay, So I had something kind
of similar like this happened, kind of that it didn't
end like this. So I was with this guy, you know,
I was at our hose plice or the place we
were sharing together, and his family was coming over as
parents anyway, and we thought we had time. And I'm
quite loud. I'm just going to say it. I've said
it before. I am. I'm quite loud. I am not
afraid of it. Now. If you brought me on it.
I'll turn beat red like the guys a tomato. Well,
apparently we were doing it, and then not too long
after we got done and kind of cleaned up. Next
thing we know, the doorbell rang, and later we found
out that his dad took his mom around the house
to show something that she had seen and wanted to
show her. Well, the theory is that his father had
gotten to the door before the mother and skirted her around,
and you know, they kind of took their time around
the house. Well, uh, we finished apparently, So yeah, kudos
to that dad, because I think she just would have
lectured us on some things. Anyway, different story for a
different day. For my author, did you ever circle back
for another donation or has that memory fueled even more
wilder fantasies with your wife since then? Had it feel
knowing she got such a close personal view of you
Some people would get off on that, by the way,
And for my listeners, have you ever had a door
to door moment that turned steamy and awkward or does
this make you want a role play as similar unexpected
delivery scene? And what's your hottest accidental exposure fantasy? Share
your comments, say, share your comments in the comments that
does make sense, or you consider it to me at
Nikki and Ikky at deerniki dot com, anonymously through our
website at Dearniki dot com under the compassion stab, or
just send it me over on Discord. It could make
a live show. Another thing is why stop? I mean,
there's no need unless you're expecting somebody to come to
the front door. I think God've been a little Yeah,
you better finish me good. That's all I'm gonna say.
Take notes, somebody in there, dear Niki to start, I'm
a man who enjoys a decent backstory. Back in my
sophomore year of college, I had recently been dumped by
my first and only girlfriend. It was a high school
thing that didn't survive the college experience, as so many don't.
This left me with three things are bruised ego, a
starving cock, and an over abundance of time on my hands.
The first two I tried to remedy with frequent nights
out at the bar, but the excess time left me
feeling listless. I was studying stem but had always had
a passion for writing, so I decided to submit a
story to the college sponsored contest and somehow ended up
being one of the vilenest. Next thing I knew I
was receiving information about an event where I could meet
other finalists and read a portion of my story in
front of a crowd. Not exactly my scening, but fuck it,
my ego could use the boost. The night I went
without much excitement. I read my piece along with a
few other Vilenessts, mingled a bit, and headed home. I
was just about to hit the hay when a random
Facebook friend request and message came through. Her name was Sarah.
She had a cute little cherub face and curly blonde hair,
not your traditional hot co ed by no means unattractive,
pretty in the mousey sort of way. In her message,
she said, Hi, Elex, I'm Sarah. I loved your story
to night, or at least the part I got to hear.
You may not have noticed me, but I was the
one of the other finalist the story about dreams. Anyway,
I don't want to be weird, but if you ever
had any interest in meeting up, I'd love to hear
the rest of your story some time. If not, no
big deal. This was the first time. Don't get me wrong.
I'm a detractive guide and was in great finding shape
in my college days, but getting asked out by a
complete stranger via Facebook was not something I was accustomed to.
Having said that my cock was hard, immediately I knew
what this was. I responded right away, Hoping to catch
her still buzzing with adrenaline. I told her how much
I enjoyed her story as well, and that I would
love to meet up. We exchange numbers and continue messaging
through the night, eventually setting pant lands to meet the
next morning. The night arrived, and I made it way
to the bar, much more excited than I originally thought
I would be. What had really got me going was
the thought about our messaging. I extensed more and more
that she really was innocent and shy, as cute as
her little face suggested. With every sentence, I could practically
feel her blushing through the screen. It was surprisingly a
huge turn on this sweet little angel for me to corrupt.
I arrived at the bar immediately spotted her at the
small table. To my delight, she wore glasses and looked
even more bashful in person. When I walked up to her,
her face turned bright red. I could barely take it.
I told her I would grab us a couple of
drinks and asked her what she wanted. She turned red
again and timidly admitted she didn't drink. Normally, I might
have been a bit discouraged, but in this case she
simply seemed to be pure innocence incarnate. It only made
me want to defile her even more. I told her
I had no idea and apologized for suggesting a bar.
I re recommended we find it a new locale to
get to know each other. She told me she didn't
need to apologize, and then, seemingly unable to make eye
contact for a moment, she suggested we'd just go back
to her place, which just was one street down. Admittedly
I may have blushed at that one. Here was this
cute little angel who didn't even drink, fighting every bashful
bone in her body to ask me to come home
with her. I nearly tripped over myself saying yes. On
the walk over, I finally got a good look at her.
She was tiny little thing, probably five three, and with
me standing at six one with an athletic build, I
couldn't help but imagine throwing her round the bedroom again.
She was exactly sexy by college ko ed definition. But
she had a tight runner's body, a strong legs, a
nice formed ass, and were on what I could tell,
small but perky tits. I thought of it as meeting
a sexy librarian before she got her degree. After chatting
for a while and getting a decent look at her,
we arrived at her place. It was a small studio apartment.
I can't tell you how happy I was that she
lived alone. As we entered, I made sure to lag
behind a bit, watching her to take a lead and
turning into so much fucking much. I wanted to give
her an all the control to see just how much
courage she had. After an awkward yet adorable tour of
her tiny place, she sat down on her couch and
I sat next to her. I gave it a second
to see if she would try to break the tension
by turning on the TV or some music, but my
little angel stayed strong and just sat there blushing, so
I decided to start up the conversation. We sat for
a while and just talked. She was very intelligent and
sweet girl, so despite my temporary reigning of more cardal urges,
I was genuinely enjoying our time together. After a while,
she seemed to settle herself a bit and was finally
getting comfortable, so I decided it was the right time
to start pushing. I waited for the appropriate lull in
the conversation and then began to lean in toward her,
her eyes locked. Being smart girl she was, she knew
exactly what I was doing. Immediately turned bright red once again.
But I didn't pull back at all, and I kissed
her softly At first, I just let her linger to
see how she would react. After a few seconds, she
began to kiss back. We made out for a while,
and I couldn't help but think about the funny things
kissing almost exactly mirrored our earlier conversations, the way she
tried to put on a mask of confidence while underneath
she was still crippling shy. For the first few minutes,
I kept my hands at bay, only touching her face
or neck, But as she seemed to be revving up
a bit, I began to exclo I started with her
strong thighs. She was wearing jean shorts, so I was
able to run my hands pretty far up the bare skin,
feeling the smooth warmth under my palms, I muld occasionally
start kissing and biting her neck, and, seeing she was
wearing a deep v neck, I would lightly stretch the
fabric down far enough to kiss oliver her chest, savoring
the soft, flushed heat of her skin in the faint
sweet scent of her body. After some time we had
progressed far enough that I was fully squeezing her beautiful
little tits under her brawl and rubbing her hussy through
her denim shorts, feeling the grovering dampest there. And up
until this point she hadn't tried to stop me, or
even slowly once. But at the end of the day,
I like to consider myself a gentleman, so I made
sure to mentally check myself and remind myself that, as
much as it turned me on, this was still a
very shy and seeming innocent girl. I had to be
ready to shut myself down upon her inevitable stopping me.
No sooner had I had that thought, though, than she
had hopped up and straddled me. She began grinding down
hard on my lap, her heat passing against my throbbing bulge,
and without prompting, pulled off her shirt unlatched her brawl
in one magical motion, I merely began to kiss and
suck on her, perking bee tipped tts, tasting the salt
of her skin as she continued to grind harder on
me and harder, and now in nothing but her jean shorts.
The more I buried her face and my tits, the
rougher she ground against me. So I decided to start
lightly biting her nipples. This drove her wild, and she
began to moan quite loudly, grinding her hips without mercy. Now,
don't get me wrong, I was loving every minute of this,
but my fully erect dick was still trapped in my pants,
and I had a very energetic young girl grinding against
two layers of denim. So I decided to switch things
up a bit. I grabbed her petite body by the waist,
lifted her up, and threw her back down on the couch.
I stared at my little angel for a moment, her
curly blonde hair, now completely disheveled by Mark's, blooming across
her tits, and pulled my shirt off and unbuttoned my pants.
At this point, I could tell you that I was
born lucky enough to have not nine inches below the belt.
Up until now had just been with my one girlfriend,
so I was really looking forward to pulling myself out
in front of this innocent little creature, praying that I
would be get her to blush again. Also, I knew
I had to try to reveal, especially having been my
solo petite girlfriend, I knew that while it seems awesome
to having a bit dick in theory, if you're with
a small girl, having a large cock is quite frustrating
hindrance when it finally gets down to fucking. So I
pulled myself out, walked toward her a bit, hoping she'd
beg for it, But sure enough, she looked up at
me and it merely said that she had promised herself
she wouldn't sleep with me the first night. Considering we'd
just met, having prepared myself for that exact moment, I
ranged myself in for a second and told her it
was completely all right, that we didn't have to go
any further than if she wanted to. But considering my
dick was still throbbing, I quickly asked her what she
was thinking in terms of how s far she wanted
to go. She blushed again and almost unapologetically said that
she also couldn't blow me, but because she kindly felt
like oral sex was even more intimate than normal sex.
At this point, she could not have looked any sadder.
I could tell that she felt she was disappointing me,
and while I was admittingly a little let down, I
knew from the start this was a sweet, innocent girl.
As much as I wanted to defile her, I wouldn't
go beyond her boundaries. So I reassured her that everything
was completely fine and that I was having a great time,
and she smiled. She quickly added that she still really
wanted to make me come, and I asked her what
she had in mind. She stood up, led me to
her bed and told me to lie down. Once I
was on my back, she pulled off my pants and
then slipped out of her shorts and lying next to me,
both of us now completely naked, we made out for
a while, me rubbing her slick clin her stroking my
thick cock with her hand, and when she told me
she really wanted to watch me work myself. Having taken
such a quest, I found it a bit strange, but
it's important to try new things right. So, lying there
next to her, I began to stroke my deck while
she stared at it, fingering yourself. Her eyes were made
gloomed on my cock, and she started writhing harder and
harder on her own fingers, her breath coming in in
sweet little gas. I was enjoying the show, but was
intentionally holding back because as happy as I was to
oblige her, I was really hoping the night wouldn't end
with me simply jerking off. I could have done that
at home. After a few more minutes of her writhing
and staring, she finally came all over herself, her body
trembling As she lay there panting for a moment. She
looked over at me and thank me, and from the
look in her eyes, I could tell that was her
first orgasm had only got her running harder. She immediately
spit in her hand and started working my cock like
a professional, which seemed to come out of nowhere. Considering
all signs thus far pointed to her being some inexperienced,
little shy girl, but I was not complaining. She kept
working me and working me, and every time she felt
things get a little she would spit in her hand.
Again and resume the wet sounds of the room filling.
She seemed to be getting just lost and worked up
as I was. After a while, she started spinning directly
at my cock, and each time she did it it
was with her mouth slightly closer to the tip, and
every time she did it it seemed like she had
to fight the pool herself away, like she was aching
to put it in her mouth. I tried my best
to keep from coming, hoping she would eventually just wrap
her lips around me. But as she looked more and
more desperate to swallow my cock, I found it harder
and harder to hold off, until finally I could feel
the inout of a little I told her that I
was about to come, and she excitedly told me to
come all of her tits. I barely had the chance
to lean over before I exploded all over her body,
some of my hot, thick comb hitting her under her chin,
some of it all of her tits, and some of
it still all over me. While I was barely even
conscious during my insane, intense orgasm, I couldn't help but
notice how much she moaned while I was coming. Once
I caught my breath, I asked her, and she confirmed
that she came again the moment my heart come hit
her chest. We both lay there at ecstasy. After catching
our breath a bit, I noticed her playing with my
cumb on her stomach. I assumed she hadn't seen so
much of it, being such a sweet, bashable girl, so
watching her run her fingers through it was getting me
slightly hard again. She picked some of it up between
her thumb and index and middle finger, continued toying with it,
and then giving me a sight that would undoubtedly remember
for the rest of my life. This sweet angel faced
girl looked at me dead in the eyes, smart and
licked her fingers clean. She then ran her fingers through
another poddle on her chest and immediately sucked it down.
She continued doing this increasing enthusiasm, grabbing more and more
at time. It seemed like she couldn't eat it fast enough.
Eventually she had to completely clean herself, and I was
fully rock hard again. So she gave me another quick
look and began licking up the comb that was still
on my stomach and hips. As her head got nearer
and nearer to my cock, I kept telling myself I
wouldn't do it. I'd have a firm grass on her
head full of hair, and was watching her lick up
my coumb pleading with myself not to do it. But
then she saw she was about to clean every last drop,
so she tilted head, looked me straight in the eyes,
and licked it all up. Fuck it, I grabbed her
by the hair and shoved my cock into her mouth.
She had literally told me just an hour afore she
didn't want to blow me. But I was no longer
a rational human being. I was a fucking animal bobbing
this sweet little girl's head on my deck. After the
initial rest of the moment, I cautiously realized what I
was doing and couldn't believe myself. And sure enough, once
I let upon the primal grip with which I held
her head, she coughed and pulled her mouth off of me.
She coughed a couple more times, her eyes watering like crazy,
and I felt a rush of guilt over me. She
caught her breath and looked up at me with tears
running down her face, and told me, you can go
harder if you want to. I nearly came on the spot,
so I tightened my grip on her hair forced her
mouth back down on my cock. A couple more times.
I held it down, wanting to hear her gag, and
then would let her catch a moment air before doing
it all over again. But after a while I decided
to get some more leverage. I pressed her off of
me and told her to lyre on her back, still
gasping for breath. A good deal of mascare running down
her face. Now she obeyed, and I positioned myself right
above her face. At this point there was no stopping me.
Not having many opportunities in the past to dominate, I
was taking full advantage. I told her to open her
mouth and stick out her tongue. She followed orders, and
I slapped her face with my cock a few times
before slapping it down her tongue and ramming it down
her throat. I began pounding her face and she took
it without a word. Every so often she would stop
me to catch her quick breath, but then she would
grab my ass and force my cock back into her mouth.
I continued fucking her throat and listening to her gasp
for the breath until I finally felt myself blow without stopping.
I told her that was going to come, she writhed
beneath me, dug her fingers into my ash tanks, and
pulled me into her mouth as hard as she could
until I exploded down her throat. I pump load after load,
but considering the sheer dominance I was feeling, I made
her to pull out of her mouth before completely finishing,
so that I could shoot my last cum on her face.
She was gasping for breath as I fell on the
bed next door. We both lay there for a while.
After about twenty minutes, we decided I should go, but
that I would come over the following night to continue.
So I put on my clothes, gave her nipple one
last bite, and left my cumb still all over her face.
Needless to say, this was not the only time I've
fooled around with this girl. But I think this epic
long is enough. Perhaps the first installment is received well,
I will journey forward until then. I hope you enjoy
your secret shy girl cropped her. I think the brint
wrote this. I'm just saying, oh, those are beautiful. I'm
in love. I'll have to look those closer later. I
was about to say, you guys aren't paying me to
look at firework photos. I was a script where the
script go oh no, I have to say, guys, I
really can oh there it is this. I'm still shy
in some lay ways, but when she get me going,
I'm I'm like, so what I said that? You can
buck the rder? Matter of fact, I do. I do
blush though, I'm when it's talking about myself or the
things we do, I blush all over. I'm pretty crimson red,
like just nice little blush. I can listen really well.
I can tell everybody else's fantasies very well, but mine.
M yeah, so cut corrupt me please? For my author,
did she fully embrace being your personal fuck toy after
that night? And what was the wildest way she surprised
you later on? And how did it feel finally pushing
past with her no oral rule and hearing her back
for more? And then I have to know, after this story,
did you win the contest? I have to know for
my listeners, have you ever corrupted or been corrupted by
a shy partner like this? Or does this story make
you crave a slow burned transformation scene of your own?
You know the drill. All my links are in my
show notes anybody get crumpted or been crumbed. I have
to know liar and don't believe him. He is British.
Anything this man times don't believe him is British. You
Johns can't stick together. That's not right. Where's Betty when
I need her? Dear Nikki, my boyfriend and I have
been together for a while now, and there's one thing
in the beginning that surprised me. His ex boyfriend is
his best friend nowadays. They broke up more than seven
years ago, and whatever romantic feelings there are are long gone.
His ex is also dating another man nowadays. They text
each other every single day, talk about work, life, random memes,
and they're simply best friends. When we've first started dating,
I won't lie. It felt strange. I kept thinking, how
can someone be that close to an ex? But over
time I realized there was nothing to worry about. His
axe lives in another country and we're both happy with
our own lives, and every time we talked he was
kind to me. Eventually I stopped seeing him as the
ex and simply accepted him as part of my boyfriend's life.
Then one day, my boyfriend asked me something unexpected this
ex had planned a vacation somewhere else, but those pans
fell through last minute. Since he already had gotten time
off work, he thought about visiting us instead. Would you
be okay if he stayed for a couple of nights,
my boyfriend asked. It felt unusual who expect their partner's
ex boyfriend to sleep in our apartment. Still, I couldn't
really say no. This guy had always treated me with
respect and even supported me one time when I needed it,
so I agreed. As the visitor got closer, my imaginations
started running wild. He would sleep on her couch while
my boyfriend and I shared the bedroom just meters away.
Nothing was supposed to happen. I knew that my boyfriend
knew that his ex probably knew that too, but phantasies
don't care about reality. The closer his arrival got, the
more my cut coold side started taking over my thoughts.
Every now and then I caught myself thinking my boyfriend
once desired him. They once shared intimate moments together. My
boyfriend already tasted his come. The night arrived, my boyfriend
and I were in bed together. I finally confessed what
I had been on my mind. You know, I told him,
pardon me, thinks it would be incredibly hot if something
happened between the two of you. He laughed softly. I
really don't think that's going to happen, he replied. We're
just friends now, there's no attraction anymore, and he has
a boyfriend as well. Then he smiled, But I understand
why that turned you on. That answer alone was enough
to make my imagination explode. My boyfriend was still several
old sex videos from years ago, including one with his axe.
I looked at him and smiled. Then show me that one.
He knew exactly what I meant. He took his phone,
searched for the video where he sucks his ax, and
gave it to me. I was already completely horny. He
started sucking me while I watched how he sucked his axe,
And what excited me the most was that his ex
boyfriend was just next door in our living room. Fuck,
the fantasy became much more real. His ex has a
nice cock as well. It was so hot to see
how my boyfriend sucked his bigcock with such hunger. Sometimes
my boyfriend sucked my nipples and whispered, his cock looks nice. Huh,
Look how I suck him with desire. Then after a while,
my boyfriend wanted to watch the video too. That was
so horny, How he was concentrated how the video, remembering
how he sucked his ax. Fuck. I was moaning really
loud at that moment, so horny. Maybe his ex could
hear us through the wall. In the same video, his
ex comes on the face of my boyfriend. When I
saw that video, I had to stop jerking myself or
I would come too. I was imagining that this could
happen again, just next door. Detail the video was exactly
on the bed whereon now every detail was fucking hot.
My imagination got crazy after some time, as seeing the
video plenty of times again and again, I was hard
as fuck. Then I felt my boyfriend sucking me again,
so I needed to come, and I came exactly as
his ex can the same position, the same bed, Hot
as fuck. This sex was wild and amazing. I'm sure
my boyfriend was happy as well, seeing the video and
remembering the come of his axe, as well as receiving
so much come from me because I came a lot
that day. The imagination knowing his axe was in the
next room drove us crazy. At the end, nothing happened
between them. They really had just become close friends. Sometimes
the hottest experiences aren't about actually what happens, they're about
everything in your mind creates while nothing happens at all.
Of course I'd like something to happen between them, but
that was it. Hot as fuck. I'll keep posting more
here as I have more experiences to share. Signed your
secret gay cock next door. I have never wished. I've
never met anyon acts and they never met mine, if
that makes sense, and I'd be unable to meet his
if that makes sense, so a at least not in
this lifetime. So yeah, I think this is kind of hot,
though I don't know if i'd want I don't understand.
I'm with him on that. I guess if they just
maybe they just realized they're really good friends. I don't
think I could though. I don't think I could keep
a relationship as friends with an ex and still be
with someone new, And I don't think i'd ever be
able to grasp that. I think I would have to
see them together, and I would have to be able
to see everything for a while to maybe possibly trust that,
because it's just a very uncommon thing, right, usually once
I'm done, I'm done, so there would be no returning
back to my life. And if I ever met you
in public, I'd be polite and courteous, but there would
be no Nope. And for my author, did his ex
hear anything that night? And how did the tension feel
the next morning knowing what you had done while he
slapped nearby? Has this fantasy evolved into more daring scenario
since then? I really want you to write back. And
for my listeners, have you ever had a partner's ex
stay over and let the cut cold fantasies run wild?
Or does this make you crave that delicious so close
yet nothing happened to ease? And what's your hottest what
if moment? If an X in the picture, drop your
drop it in the comments? Oh my gosh, I'm tongue
time tonight. And send your own confessions over directly to
me or honestly on my links or in my show notes.
Oh ye, I don't know. He's I'm on the chopping
log at fifty, so that's like a year and two months.
So I've been told, Dear Nikki, my husband's at a
weekend party with his boyfriend and a girl who has
his friends with benefits. My husband is by. They're planning
to have their first threesome together there. They could have
done it at our place, but I think they didn't
want me around as a fourth wheel. I can't wait
to hear about it. My husband is clear about how
he prefers fucking each of them more than fucking me,
so having them together should be quite inexperience for him.
I'm imagining every fifty tilt detail, a strong hands gripping
her soft curves while his boyfriend slides into him from behind.
They're thick bodies, slick with sweat, moans mixing in the air,
the wet sounds of skin slapping, skin mouths devouring each other.
The thought of him lost in pleasure with both of
them giving them sorry thought I sneeze giving them everything
he holds back with me has me aching that deep,
delicious cuckold hunger. I've also been a total slat this
weekend with other guys. While he's out there exploring, I've
been getting used and filled, chasing my own thrills. My
husband isn't the cock mindset like I am, but that
constant contrast only makes it hot for me. Knowing He's
out there living his best buy life while I'm here
getting my own holes pounded, waiting eagerly for every tripping,
explicit detail when he comes home. Signed your secret weekend
cock slut. I don't think those two words have been
together ever, A cuck and a slut. I was gonna
kind of be hard on you and go why. I
don't understand why, you you know, but I get it.
I'm gonna hold off because that's how you guys roll,
and I appreciate that. I appreciate the fact that you
guys are sound like great together, but on certain experiences
prefer them to do it separately. And if it works
for you, I'm not gonna judge for my author when
he gets home, what's the first thing you're dying to
hear or watch about their threesome? You know, if they
videoed it. How did your own weekend adventures compare to those?
Do you guys have like a we's see who's hot
or contest? Has this weekend opened up more play for
all of you and for my listeners. Have you ever
been cocked while getting your own slutty fun on the
side or does this setup make you crave? You're a
partner who's company exploring with others. I don't know about that,
but I mean, I really don't consider this a cock,
but I guess she's cocked. Do you really think of that? Hmm,
Dear Nikki. They used all my holes and I loved it.
It started with the teasing touches that built into something
more overwhelming, their hands and cocks exploring every inch of
me until I was a trembling need. They took turns,
stretching my mouth, my type pussy, my eager ass, completely
filling me, the slick sounds of skin and moans filling
the room as they used me like their perfect little toy.
I felt so full, so owned, every thrust sending waves
of pleasure through my body while their hands gripped me tight,
their voices praising how well I took them, the taste
of them, my tongue, the deep egg turning into pure bliss.
As I switched and pounded deeper, I came harder than
I ever had, over and over, lost in the overwhelming
sensation of being completely used and adored. By the end,
I was a messy, satisfied wreck, dripping from every hole,
and I fucking loved every second of it signed your
secret all holes slut. Darcy's getting very creed over these signatures.
I'm telling you for my author, what was the moment
that pushed you over the edge the hardest and how
did it feel being passed between them? Would you dive
back in for round too soon? I'm gonna say yes.
And for my listeners, have you ever had all your
holes claimed in one wild session? Or does this make
you ache to try it? Tell us your dirtiest multi
hole fantasy in the comments or follow my showllings sin
send it there. Dear Nikki, Hobby's out and now I
need a man or men to come over and rail me.
The second the door clicks shut behind him, this aching
heat flooded through me. My pussy was already throbbing, drimping
with anticipation, imagining strong hands grabbing my ass and a
thick cock slamming deep inside me without mercy. I need
to be used tonight, bent over the couch where my
husband sits, or spread wide with our marital bed, taking
every ch until I'm moaning like a desperate slut. I
crave the feeling of being filled, completely, stretched wide, pounded
so hard my shake one man pinning me down and
breathing me or better yet too more or more rotating
through all my agger holes, their grunts, their wet slap
of skin, echoing as they rail me senseless. I want
their sweat on my skin, their cocks throbbing down my
throat and my tight pussy and deep in my ass,
turning me into their filthy cum dumb while Hoppy's away.
The risk is pure need. It makes me fucking wet
just texting this out. Come over and wreck me. I'm waiting,
ready and dripping for it. Signed your secret hot wife
waiting to be railed. Hmm. There's nothing like something just
awakening and giving you that much desire all at once,
you know. May it be your spouse sleeping, or or
just a smell or a thought that makes you just
want to have every thing all at once right? For
my author, did you end up getting exactly what you needed?
And how did it feel getting railed in your shared space?
And what's the hottest detail from that night if it
ever happened? For my listeners, have you ever seized the
moment when your partner was out or invited someone or
a group over to rail you senseless? Or does this
fancy have you reaching for your phone right now? And
how about you just share your wildest my spouse's a
way story below, you know, follow the links of my
show notes. Send it my way, Dear Nikki. This was
back in college. I was their first bull. Noah was
easily one of the hottest girls on campus, the kind
of girl who would line up to flirt with her
and boyfriend Alex well, Alex was a cock, not just
in private either. By the time his birthday party came around,
a bunch of his friends already knew that was the
whole point of the night, really, to let them see
it up close. Alex had invited his guy friend over
to a house party. Nothing huge, just five or six
of us, drinks, joints, loud music. Everyone was already a
little buzzed when midnight passed. That's when Noah and I
decided to give Alex his birthday present. Make Noah sit
in the PC chair in the middle of the room,
blindfolded her. The lads were told to stand in a
circle around her. Alex is already looking nervous but trying
to play it cool. Then we told him the rules
of the game. Simple. We'd spend the chair whoever Noah's
facing when it stopped, would take her to a bedroom. Fucker. However,
he wanted no time limit, no restrictions, and Alex. Alex
got to watch. That was his part. But first Noah
told Alex's strip right there in front of everyone. He
hesitated for a second and then did it. She made
him put on a chasty cage and lock his hands
behind his back with a pair of cuffs. The reason
she gave, and she set it out loud in front
of all his mates, was that she knew he'd come
too early if his hands were free. The real humiliation
was him standing their naked. His friends laughed and cracked
jokes about how small he looked. He just stood there
with his head down, trying to shrink into himself. When
it started, Noah was blindfolded, giggling and little drunk. Someone
to give the chair a hard spin, and she shriek
and gripped the arm rest. Everyone was laughing, shouting, and
aching it on. When the chair finally stopped, the first
time he pointed at Max. Max didn't even hesitate. He
scooped Noah up, threw over his shoulder while she squealed,
and carried her to the bedroom. Alex followed them in.
Don't even think he thought about not following. He shut
the door behind them. The rest of us heard the
bad start creaking immediately, Noah's moans, Max's grunting. That went
on for a solid hour while we sat playing PlayStation,
passing a joint, snickering at the noises. We cracked jokes
about Alex just standing in the corner with his little
cage on, watching his girl get railed. When Max finally
came out, he had that lazy, satisfied look. Noah stumbled
out behind him, make up, starting to smear hair a disaster.
Alex followed last. His face was flushed and his cock
still locked up, straining in useless cage. Then Noah ordered
us to unlock Alex's hands, only his hands. She said
he had to clean her up for the gottic sky,
and he did right in the living room while we
all watched and smoked. He got down on his hands
and knees and linked her clean wherever Max had finished.
Alex used his mouth. He looks so pathetic doing it.
We made sure he knew it. Someone commented on what
a good little cleaner he was. He didn't say a word.
He just kept looking Noah and said enough. Then we
cuffed his hands again, spun the chair, and excluded backs
from the circle so we'd get a new pick. That's
how the whole night went spin. Some guy carries Noah off,
Alex follows and stands their caged and cuffed, watching his
girlfriend get fucked in every position the guy fancied missionary
talkie up against the wall, her legs over their shoulders.
We could hear her through the walls even when the
music was on. Every time the guy would come whenever
he liked some inside her, some on her tits, her stomach,
her back. I personally made the point finishing on her
feet just to see Alex later crouching down and sunking
my spunk off her toes. After each round, we didn't
lock his hands, make him clean her up completely, then
lock him back up, spend the chair again. A couple
of lads weren't exactly well endowed, and we didn't let
Alex forget it either. One mate, while he was undressing,
someone joked that Noah had probably seen bigger dicks on
a keychain, and Alex still had to stand there and
watch him fuck her with that kind of thing, the
whole dynamic, him being reminded over and over again that
any of his friends got to use his girlfriend, and
he all got do was lick up my mess was afterward.
This went on till five in the morning. By the
time the last guy finished, Noah stumbled out looking absolutely wrecked,
make up smeared everywhere, legs shaking, barely able to walk straight.
She didn't even bother fixing herself. Jess unlocked Alex for
his turn and pulled him into the bedroom. She unlocked
the cage herself, fingers fumbling a bit, and his dick
sprang out, angry, red, already dripping. She didn't even recuff
his hands. I think she knew he wouldn't need them.
They went into the bedroom and closed the door. The
rest of us didn't even bother to pause the game.
We heard the bed creek exactly twice, then a muffled,
desperate groan, not hers his, and thirty seconds later Noah
walked out first, completely blank faced, and collapsed onto the sofa.
She pulled a thin blanket over herself and was asleep
in seconds, mouth open, one come crusted foot sticking out.
Alex followed A moment later, still naked, his softening dick
hanging wet, sad, and a single dribble of his own
com running down his thigh. None of us looked at him.
There was nothing to say, but the night wasn't over
for Alex. While his girlfriend slept like a used doll
and his friend sprawled across the furniture, he got dressed
in silence and started cleaning. He picked up bottles and
crushed cands. He wiped the coffee table where someone had
spilled a beer. He got on his hands and knees
with a wet cloth and scrubbed the patch of floor
where one of the guys had tripped during cleanup. I
watched him through half closed eyes in the armchair, and
at one point he caught my gaze. His face was
completely blank, no anger, no pride, just the quiet resignation
of a man who had been stripped of everything on
his own birthday and knew deep down that this was
the closest he'd ever got to being the center of attention.
Morning light filled the room around seven. Noah stirred, saw
the clean astrays, the neatly stacked bottles, and gave a
tiny sleepy smile. Then she looked at me and said,
same time next week, as if Alex wasn't even there.
He was standing by the kitchen counter holding a bin,
waiting for us to leave so he could take out
the rubbish. I grabbed my keys, nod at the other
guy's and walked out with us, saying goodbye to him.
On the drive home, I could still taste her on
my lips, feel and feel the image of him kneeling
tongue out working my spunk between her toes while his
birthday party carried on without him signed your secret Birthday
bull Okay, this is not My miles are varying. I
don't like. Humiliation makes me very uncomfortable. I never was
able to do it on lines unless I was absolutely
pissed off. It just just never made me comfortable. I
just I don't. But again, I know this is for
some people. So on his birthday, though, I mean, his
birthday should be Steak and BJ part two. I'm just saying,
and you know, unless you're having it, like unless your
birthday is like March fourteenth, like the day of Steak
and blow Job Day, then I think you should did
get two steak and boat job days like another date
cut I have a floating holiday, just saying, but that's me.
What was the most satisfying part as the bull watching
Alex clean your load off her toes or hearing that
pathetic thirty second finish at the end and did the
same time next week become a regular thing. I have
so many questions about that, And for my listeners, have
you ever participated in or fantasized about a group muliation
game like the birthdate chair spand or does this level
a public cutcolding make your cock throp Share your own
hottest humiliation confession in the comments or remember you can
send it to anywhere in my show links. Dear Nikki,
I'm a naughty wife in my fifties and this vacation
with my husband turned into something deliciously wicked. We booked
a sunny beach resort to relax, but the moment I
slipped into that little sun dress with nothing underneath, I
felt that familiar thrills stirring between my thighs. My husband
had been tired from the flight, so while he napped
in our suite, it decided to take a silo walk
along the shore. The warm sand under my feet, the
salty breeze teasing my bare pussy with every step, had
me soaked before I could even reach the water. That's
when I met him, a tall, confident stranger in his
forties with a charming smile and eyes that devoured me.
We chatted innocently at first, but the chemistry was electric.
Before long we were sneaking off to a secluded spot
behind some dunes. He pushed me against the palm tree,
his strong hands sliding up my thighs in finding me
dripping wet. Such a naughty wife, he growled as he
dropped to his knees and buried his tongue in my
aching cunt, licking and sucking until my legs shook and
I came hard, moaning into the ocean wind. I returned
the favor, dropping my knees in the sand and taking
a thick cock into my mouth, tasting the salt on
his skin as I sucked him eagerly. He fucked my
throat until the tears pricked my eyes. Then he bit
me over and railed me from behind, his hips slapping
against my ass while the waves crashed nearby. He filled
me with a load after load, my mature pussy clenching
around him as I came again and again. I loved
every filthy second being a secret slut on vacation while
my husband slept just a short walk away, I fixed
my dress, kissed the stranger good bye, and strolled back
to the suite with his cumb still leaking down my thighs.
My husband woke up none the wiser, and I kissed
him deeply, letting him taste just the hint of what
his naughty fifty year old wife had been up to.
Velvet on vacation knows how to play. You're a secret
naughty wife, Velvet. That's a name. I like that. I
think that's a name that just says I'm naughty, Velvet.
You know, if you're going to name your daughter that,
just know that it means naughty, So that might stop
you from naming your velvets. Oh goodness, for my author,
did your husband ever suspect anything when you got back
or did you tease him with more details later? And
what's the hottest mote with your stranger on the beach?
Did you ever see him again? And if so, did
it maybe happen with your husband maybe something else? And
for my listeners, have you ever been a naughty wife?
For a husband on vacation and let loose with the stranger,
Or does this make you want to plan your own
risky getaway? Remember you can share your own dirty moments
to Nikki and Ikky at Dearnikki dot com anonymously through
our website at Dearnigky dot com under our confreession stab
Dear Nikki, tongue first, or are you too impatient to
breed to mommy like me? That's what I whispered him
with a wicked little smile, as I spread my legs
on the hotel bed, my full heavy brass spilling out,
and my mature, dripping pussy already glistening with need. My
husband was downstairs at the bar, none the wiser, while
this young hung stranger stared at me like he won
the lottery. I wanted to tease him, to make him ardent.
He chose tongue first, dropped between my thighs. He looked
a slow and deep his warming your mouth, devouring my
swollen clin and sliding his tongue inside me, tasting every
creamy inch. I moaned loudly, bingroers tangled in his hair,
griding against his face, his waves of pleasure built. He
sucked and licked like a starving man until I came hard,
blotting his tongue with my juices. My mommy body shaking
with release. But I was too impatient. After that, I
pulled him up, wrapped my legs around his waist, and
guided his thick, throbbing cock into my entrance. Now breed me,
I gasped. He thrust deep, stretching my wet pussy wide,
pounding me for aw need. The sound of his ball
slapping against me, the feel of his cock kissing my
servants with every powerful stroke. It drove me wild. I
begged him to fill me, to pump his hot load
into my fertile mommy cunt. He groaned and exploded, found
flooding with me thick ropes of cumb until it leaked
out around my shaft. I loved every second of being
a naughty bred wife while my husband was away. Nothing
feels better than carrying another man's seat home. Sign your secret,
braidable mommy, hmm, I'm braiding mommy. Hmm. I never have
thought about saying, breed me what I want to make come?
I always say come for me. You know I'm just saying,
but I mean if he had a breeding kink, I
might maybe not that I ever really thought about. For
my author, did you make it back to your husband
still leaking has come? And how risky did you get
with a breeding dog? Did you or were you able
to have round two while you were on that trip?
And for my listeners, do you ever first starting with
a tongue worship? We're going straight to breeding an eager mommy?
Or does this have you fantasizing about both? Share your
hottest breeding or mommy blake and vassions below and follow
my links for more information. I hope these stories left
you throbbing and inspired. Whether it's the thrill of slowly
corrupting the innocence, the delicious ache of denial and vivid
imagination right next door, or the empowering freedom of a
confident wife claiming her pleasure on vacation. There's real power
in owning exactly what you want without a drop of shame.
These confessions remind us that desire doesn't have to stay hidden.
It can be playful, risky, intense, and deeply satisfying when
we give ourselves permission to explore and that rental. Are
you ready? Yeah? I shouldn't know this one. I gave
you an easy one tonight. I love being filled with wood,
but someone only comes down on me once a year
when am I mmm close it's not Jimmy. Yes, it's
a fireplace. U. I'm surprised you guys got it. I
didn't distract you too much with something dirty. Oh man,
let you try hire. Very good job, John. All right,
it's time for your tucking. I'm in dazing all morning,
rowing my ass against her crutch. Well, you prepped the boat,
whispering how I wanted you to fuck me senseless under
the hot spray, But things went so much further than
I imagined. I slipped in the shar first, the morning
sun filtering through the trees, the air thick with pine
and link water. I was naked, my twenty eight year body,
still tight, eager after seven years with you, full, heavy tits,
aching nibbles, already stiff from the cool breeze on my skin.
The water hit me like a lover's hand, steaming hot,
cascading over my shoulders, down the curve of my back
and between my ass. Shaeks. I mowed softly, rounding my
soapy hands on my slick folds. Circling my swollen clit.
All I thought of you, m come back and fuck me,
I murmured, pushing my ass back if you were right there.
That's when the door creaked open behind me. I didn't
turn it first, Why would I? The steam was thick,
the water loud. Strong hands gripped my lips rough and
sure in a thick, hard cock pressed right against my
tripping pussy lips behind. Yes, you grinding back, feeling the
fat head nudged my entrance. God, you're so fucking hard
to day give it to me. I was already cushing.
My juice is mixing with the shower water coating a shaft.
As he pushed forward. Oh fuck ah. The stretch was
immediate Numpsye, he was bigger than you, thicker, longer, and
my tight clenched around every veiny inch As he sank
in monsty with one slow, relentless thrust, the wet squelch
echoed in the stall, my inner walls fluttering and stretching
around his garth, that delicious burn, making my knees buckle.
I moaned your name loud, Fuck me, hard er, baby,
pushing my ass back to take him to the hilt.
His heavy ball slapped against my clit. With every thrust,
I could feel my pussy cream coating him, dripping down
my thighs in thick, sticky strands. He didn't speak, just grunted,
low and animalistic, one hand sliding up to pinch my
nipple hard while the other unheld my hip, pounding into me.
The slap of wet skin on skin filled the air, flush,
smacking my tits, pouncing water spraying everywhere. I was lost
in it, riding that thick cock like a desperate slut,
my pussy clenching, spasming, milking it with every deep stroke.
You feel so fucking picked today, stretching my little merry cunt,
so good, I whimpered, reaching back to spread my ass
cheeks wider, letting him hit deeper. Then I turned my head.
It wasn't you, some tall, muscular stranger, tanned from the lake,
dark hair, wet blastered to his chest, A stranger's cock
buried to the balls, and my married mussy, his eyes widened,
heart is slamming in my chest. I froze for a second,
my walls rippling around his cock. I didn't push him away,
I couldn't thrill hit me like lightning, dirty, wrong, and
so fucking hot. My clip throbbed painfully. Instead, I'm own louder,
pushing back harder, my voice turning nasty. Don't stop fuck
me feel this cheating bussy. It growled and slammed into
me harder, best, pushed and pinning me against the silk
and wood. My tit's frussed, flat nibble scraping rough on
the surface. He reeled me. Every thrust brutal and deep.
His fat cockhead battered against my servix, my juices squirting
out around his shaft with wet, filthy sounds. I was
screaming so much, ran down my legs and rivers, mixing
with a shower. My thighs trembled, knees weak as he
reached around and rubbed my clit in fast, rough circles.
Come for me, you dirty little wife, he muttered, and
that pushed me over. My orgasm crashed through me like
a storm. My pussy clamped down, viced tight around his
invading cock, spasming wildly, gushing hot squirt Oliver's balls and
down the drain. I screamed, body shaking, toes, curling on
the wet floor as wave after wave ripped through me.
He didn't slow. He kept pounding through my climax, jawing
it out until I was whimpering, squirting mess. My juices
sprang with every thrust, but he wasn't done. Spun me around,
lifted me one high legs, eye, drove back in face
to face, staring into my eyes until he fucked me
against the wall. His mouth came mine in a hungry,
sloppy kiss, tongue fucking my mouth while his cock racked
my cunt. I could taste the lake on him, the
feel of stubble scraping my lips. My hands clawed his back,
nails digging in as he hammered me, long powerful strokes
that made my tits bounce wildly. The wet slap echoing,
you're so much bigger than my husband, I confessed breathlessly,
between moans and my pussy fluttering around him again, flap
me like he never could. He grinned wickedly and dropped
to his knees and sprang, burying his face between my thighs.
His tongue was relentless, lapping at the swollen plit, sucking
my folds into his mouth, drinking my cumb The shower
water Like a dying man of thirst. Two thick fingers
plunged into my soaked all, curling against my g spot
while he devoured me. The obscene slurping sounds mixed with
my gasp and whimpers. I grabbed his hair, grinding my
dripping cunt on his face, smearing my juices all over
his chin and nose. Eat my merry pussy, make me
come again, he strained her bastard. I did hard. My
second orgasm hit like an explosion, thighs clapping around his head,
squirting straight into his eager mouth as my body convulsed.
He drank every drop, then stood, shoved his cock back
down my throat. I dropped my knees willingly, the shower,
reining on my back as I took him deep. My
lips stretched obscenely around his thickness, throat bulging as I
deep throated him, gagging and drooling spit down my chin
in thick ropes. I sucked him like a cock hungry hoar,
hollowing my cheeks, swirling my tongue around the vainy underside,
tasting my own pussy mixed with this salty brey come.
His balls slapped my chin as I bobbed, eyes, watering,
moaning around the shaft. I'm gonna fill this slutty wife cunt,
he groaned, pulling me up and bending me over again.
He slammed back in doggie style, gripping my lips, bruisingly
as he went balls deep. The paste turned feral, raw,
pounding fucking that made my ass ripple with every impact.
My pussy was a sloppy, stretched mess, creaming and farting
around his cock with every withdrawal. I've seeing what noises
filling the stall. He reached around, pinched my clip, and
I came a third time, screaming my walls, milking him desperately,
finally with a deep roar, and buried himself to the hilt. Unloaded,
thick hot ropes of stranger come filled my womb pulse
after pulse, so much it overflowedmediately leaking around his cock
and creamy white streams down my thighs. I show through
the aftershocks, my pussy clenching, milking every drop as he
kept thrusting through his orgasm, pushing a seat deeper. We
panted there under the water, his cock still twitching inside me.
Maybe at the old dog tonight, he whispered, pulling out
with the wet pop. More coum gushed from the ruined hole.
I nodded, dazed and dripping, already aching for more. I
walked back to our camp, acting normal, your cum his
com still leaking into my panties with every step. We
spent the day on the lake, laughing, touching, and all
I could think about was that stranger's cock owning me
while you prepped the boat nearby, oblivious. But you weren't.
I found out later. You climbed that crate, watched every
filthy second through the cracked window, your cock raw card
as your wife got railed by a stranger. That night,
at the dock, I met him again. The moon was high,
crickets chirping, the lake lapping softly. I was naked under
my sun dress, pussy still tender and full of his
dry coumb. He was waiting, cock already out and throbbing.
This time, I told him everything, how you watch, how
you made me wetter. Knowing it, he laughed darkly and
bit me over the wooden railing. He ate my ass first,
long slow licks around my tight pucker while fingering me
come trifilled cunt. His tongue pushed inside, rimming me deep,
the wet, nasty sounds making me moan like a bitch
in heat. I pushed back, burning my ass on his face,
my juices and left overcome dripping on his tongue. Taste
How I marked your slut wife, I guessed. Then he
stood and fent his cock into my mouth again, face
fucking me until spit ran rivers down my tents. I
gagged deep, throating him until my nose pressed his pubs,
throat convulsing around his length. He pulled out, flipped me,
sliding into my pussy. Missionary on the dock, legs wrapped
around him, slow at first, teasing, grinding deep, so I
felt every ridge and harder faster. The dog creaked underneath
us as he pounded my servis. My tits bounced, ripples
sucked raw beneath his teeth. I came screaming and scratting
all over his aps, my pussy spasting violently. He flited
me doggie again, spank my ass red and reminded me
the stretch, the fulness, the way his balls slapped my
clid pure to bright bless your husband's watching us right now?
Is it he I nodded, frantically, coming again, gushing everywhere.
He pulled out the last second, painted my ass and
the back of my rope after rope, my thick come,
then pushed back in to fuck me. We flocked for hours,
every position, every hole. He took my ass too slow,
stretching it at first, then brutal, my ring clinching around
his skirt as he sodomized me. Raw, the burn, the fullness,
the obscene squelch of loub would come. I came so
hard I nearly blacked out, asked, rippling, begging for his load,
and he gave it to me, deepened my bows, then
made me push it out so you could watch it drip.
By the time I stumbled back to you, I was
a come drenched mess, pussy and ass leaking stranger's seed,
body marked with bite marks, handprints under my clothes. You
fucked me that night, too, sliding into my sloppy used
holes without knowing, or maybe you did. The thought of
you reclaiming your hot wife's slut while this comes still
coated me made me come harder than ever. Telling you
this has me dripping right now. My fingers are buried
in my soaked cunt as I whispered, imagine your cock
throbbing for me. That stranger owned me, filled me, ruined me,
and I loved every second. I'm still your filthy, but
now I crave more. Want to watch me get fucked again.
Want to taste another man's come for my well used
holes I'm making for you to tell me us, Come
buy me? What do you think? My pussies clenching just
thinking about it, and come is still trickling down my thighs,
playing it all for you. Thank you so much for
spending your night with me, My loves. If these stories
made you wet, hard or wonderfully worked up, send your
own confessions over to me at Nikki and Ikky at
dearniki dot com, anonymously through our website at dearniki dot
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After Dark or your darkest desires always feel like home.
Sweet and sticky dreams by Darlings. This is Nicky signing
off