Speaker 1: Welcome back, my delicious dirty listeners to another steamy edition
of Nikki after Dark, where your wildest confessions come to
life in my voice. I'm Nikki, your shameless host, and
tonight we're diving deep into forbidden first outdoor adventures, group explorations,
and so much more. Grab your headphones, get comfortable, and
let's get filthy. And here are three teasers of what
you're here in tonight's episode. First up, a nervous first
time finally experiences the thrill of thick cock sliding into
his virgin ass, moaning like a total slut while getting
pound in every position he ever fantasized about. Next, middle
aged man in a sexless marriage watches his daughter's sexy
jim friends come home sweaty and tight, and his filthy
sofa fanny see spirals into something dangerously tempting. And then
eight bodies tangled into a king sized bed at a
Valentine swinger ball, my first time with a woman and
get an eaten out while my boyfriend focks me deep,
surrounded by watching eyes and waves of orgasms. You won't
want to miss any of these, okay, And we have
tonight's first question for you, Guys, what's the hottest first
time you've ever had? Whether it was your first time
same sex experience, first time public or outdoor play, first
time group, first time with someone completely off limits, how
did it happen and what make it unforgettable? Remember you
can always send your confessions to Nikki and Ikky at
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my favorite time. It's your riddle, which tire doesn't move
when your car turns left? Stick around because I'll give
you the answer at the very end of our show.
You know what time it is. It's time to sit back, relax,
Let's have that whiskey with some filthy cherries, of course,
and explore some erotic fantasies from people just like you
and me. Dear Nikki, Well over ten years ago, my
marriage broke down, keen to try new things at thirty
I'd always wanted experience cock in my mouth and ass,
so I actively searched for it and got invited to
around a guy's house and he seduced me into kissing him,
touching his hard cock with a massive turn on. I
whispered that I wanted to get naked and suck him.
Cock in my mouth felt so natural and sexy. The warmth,
the weight on my tongue, the way it throbbed as
I took him deeper. It all felt right. Suddenly we
were on our side sixty ninety and the occasionally he
would suck my balls, which made me even harder. I
agreed and begged for him to fuck me. He told
me to lie face down and on the bed. As
he started to elude my virgin ass. I felt scared,
but at the same time horny as fuck. He told
me to relax and slide off the condom. He apologized
at his weight as he pushed down on me. I
loved it. It felt like I was being forced into
taking dick. He gently worked his way in. The guy
was brilliant. I felt zero pain. He began to gently
fuck me while I'm I moaned like a slut, pushing
back against him desperate for more. He asked me beforehand
what my fantasy was with a man. It was to
be on my back with my legs over my shoulders.
That's exactly how it arranged me. Next, I felt so
naughty with my legs over his shoulders, completely exposed and vulnerable.
As he entered me again and began to stroke me,
he had to slow down a few times because my
ass was quite tight and he didn't want to come first.
We finished off with me riding him until I sprayed
oliver his chest, and then he came hard inside me.
Even now, more than a decade later, I haven't had
a gay sex since, but still fantasized about count constantly,
the heat of another man's body, the stretch, the surrender,
the filthy thrill of being taking signed your greedy first
time bottom. I like this from careful build, nervous curiosity day,
you know, and then finally just letting the man do
what a man does, which is take charge. Right. Questions
for my author? How intense are those fantasies still even now?
Do you picture specific scenarios, maybe rover public or multiple gentlemen?
Would you ever go back for round two? After all
this time? If you found him and for my listeners,
have you ever had a similar first time breakthrough that
still fuels your fantasies years later and what position or
movement in this story turns you on the most. Dear Nikki,
My husband and I are happily married a couple in UK.
We'd love been exploring hot wife lifestyle for a while now.
He loves watching me and get properly used by other men,
especially a confident, well hung bull who knows exactly how
to take control. Last time I was allowed to outplay,
I met up with a dominant guy who've wasted no time.
The video I am attaching they forgot is just a
little teaser from that night. You can hear how soaked
I was desperate, sounded while he had me bent over,
taking every thick inch like a greedy little slut. The
way he gripped my hips, fuck being deep, telling me
what a good wife I was for spreading my legs
for a stranger. It left me shaking and dripping. We're
now actively seeking a noble in the London area, someone
who's experienced, respectful of boundaries, but filthy in the bedroom
and ideally very well endowed. My husband wants to watch.
Maybe join in later while I get stretched, filled and
used exactly how I proper hot life should be. Hotel
meets our place and were yours. We're open as long
as the chemistry is right. If you're in London, hung,
dominant and know how to handle a married slut who
gets off being shared, send us a message, tell me
how you'd use me. While my husband watches. I can't
wait to fill that thrill again. Signed the London Hot
Life in her devoted sexy husband. You know, I don't
think we've ever had someone reach out and put a
personal kind of in our show, but you know I
don't give out details, so and there was no video
if you're listening, by the way, Otherwise I'd have played
it a couple of times, I think, But I mean,
I can picture it in my head for my hot life.
What specific things turn your husband on the most while watching?
Was it just maybe the working up of reclaimbing a crane,
buy cleanup? Any hard limits or must haves for the
idea bowl? And how soon are you hoping to arrange
the next meet? I think if you're trying to arrange something,
you wish it could be instantaneous like beat me up
scotty like kind of thing there right, And for my listeners,
hot wives, couples maybe in the UK and really don't
care where you're from, how do you find quality buls safely?
Single guys in London? Would you step up for this?
Drop your thoughts are your own confessions below in our
chat or remember you can always email them to me.
All my links are in the show notes. Dear Nikki.
Last weekend, British National treasure David Attenborough celebrated his one
hundred eleven hundredth WOW one hundredth birthday. It was rather
a monstrous occasion. Boy, I messed that up for a
lot of people. It inspired me to do my very
own form of celebration. Several months ago, I had the
idea of fucking someone half my age. I managed to
achieve that with a daring young man who I've have
since kept contact with but not seen. He approached me
recently with an idea I simply couldn't refuse. Go beaver
watching one evening. Yes, rather apt, and it wasn't lost
on us. Being something of a naturalist myself, I was
charmed by the idea and I seldom turned down the
chance of some outdoor recreation of any kind. He picked
me up. We drove to a local nature reserve, embarking
on a short walk along the ruraled pathways to the
river where the beavers reside along the way. I was
almost floored by his new found confidence. He'd been with
an older woman in the meantime, and it showed. He
kept stopping to grope me, kiss me, and push his
hardness up against me. It really was quite a delight
to see this boy I had deflowered and became a
man and a big turn on. We found a quiet
hidden spot, mostly sheltered by reeds from the potential prying eyes.
As much I'd like to thrill, I would not like
to be caught butt naked out there. I lay down
on a picnic blanket and stripped off, getting down on
my knees and pulling his incredibly hard ready cock out
of his trousers. I've missed this, he sighed, I still
think about your blow jaw all the time. So I
gave him a reminder of what he'd been missing. He
flated him with pure pleasure, throating him deeply, strogging the
bass and savoring every twitch and groan as his eyes
rolled into the back of his head. He urged me
to stop before came too quickly. I sat back, stripped
off my dress completely, and invited him to play with me.
He threw himself into it, taking my breast in each hand,
cressing and squeezing them, sucking on each nipple hungrily, before
burying his face between them. I began teasing my pussy,
refleshing how wet I already was, and encouraged him to
join in. He obliged. His technique was still excellent. After
all this incredible teasing, I announced that I wanted him
to fuck me, and he didn't need to be asked wise.
I turned around, shifted my thong to the side, and
presented my glorious round ass to him. He pushed inside me.
I bounced back on to this length. His thrusting still
isn't the strongest, but he's young and eager, so he's excused.
He held my hips firmly as I wrote him, and
before long he announced I was he was going to come,
ah bless. He emptied a big, warm load deep inside me,
then withdrew and asked if I'd come. Uh No. I
flipped over, reclined on the blanket and invited him down
to feast on my wetness. He did give me much
oral last time, but he certainly made it up for
it now. With his amazing broad tongue. He had me
writhing and lay shaking in minutes, a very decent effort
to all his future lovers. You're welcome. There's something so
incredibly grounding about being naked splayed out in the middle
of the marshland with an eager young man between your legs.
After that rather cute debauchery, we packed up, returned to
the river bank and actually spot some beavers. It was
really rather wholesome and alas we only spotted one, although
we did see an array of charming other wild life.
After darkness fell, we walked back to the car, where
the urge hit again. We parked along a quiet residential
street so it couldn't quite bend me over the bonnet. Instead,
we climbed into the back seat and I quickly mounted him,
grinding and riding his length with both of us fully entwined.
It only took a few minutes in ten s minutes
until he came again, Although I wasn't far off. The
naughtiness really heightened every sensation. We composed ourselves, hopped into
the front and drove me home. It was a perfect evening,
a beautiful blend of wholesome and filter. I think Attenborough
would be proud. Signed The nine Naturalist who loves beaver watching. Okay.
Speaker 2: I was like, wait, I thought first I thought, okay,
they're they're gonna go to the marshland or the pond
or wherever you guys go to do that stuff. And
I was like, okay, so they're gonna like a nature
like a naturalist resort, like everybody's naked. So I'm like, okay,
so they're gonna go look at beaver's together like okay,
women's pussy got it. And then she said beavers. I'm like,
oh wait, so they're actually gonna go look for beavers.
And then he had sex with her beaver and I'm like, okay,
so it was meant They meant that. That was okay,
and then we're go went about beaver Okay, you Brits,
you got me. And now to answer your question that
somebody's eventually gonna ask John, he's never taken me beaver
watching because he's sitting right next to me. He can
a starting ask him later, but now he's not taking me.
Beaver watching keeps pointing out.
Speaker 1: The whole whatever, the spot, the what's it called the
hookup spot that you always point out when we drive
back from the airport, the dogging sites. He always like, ooh,
there's a dogging spot we've never been. But you know,
beaver watching may move up our calendar of events for
next year, maybe next summer. So question for my author,
besides the whole beaver watching confusion, what's the hottest moment
for you outdoor? The blowjob, riding him on the blanket
or that risky backseat finish and he plans to see
him again for beaver watching Round two? And listeners, who
else turned a wholesome outdoor activity into something deliciously filthy?
Have you ever mixed nature with naughty play or done
something to make Attenborough proud of you? Could? You? Guys?
You guys do know who David Attenborough is? Right? If not,
you're missing out on treasure. I even agree. I'm sorry
it's Sir David. Sir David Attenborough. He's really only the
only I don't watch many nature documentaries, documentaries, but with him, yeah,
he could read me the phone book, not quite as
good as Sir Anthony Hopkins and make me masturbate to it.
But right up there the Pritz laughing at me. Dear Nikki,
the biggest disagreement we've ever had was more a battle
of the sexes. And I thought the UK women were
the best, and I thought the USA women were the best,
and still do. Part of her argument was that my
sister made her come more than any American woman had.
I countered by reminding her that she had taught my
sister all the moves because my sister had never been
with a woman before. She countered that English girls we'd
meet on holiday we both had fun with also made
her come hard than any American women. I won that
round when I reminded her that she had permanent American
girlfriend who always sent her absolutely wild. Her response, yes,
but she doesn't count because she isn't a casual sex partner. Okay,
maybe I didn't fully win the argument, but I was close.
She did concede, though, that I seemed far more energetic
and intense when fucking other American women compared to English ones.
I told her exactly why women American women just enjoy sex.
Let you know exactly what they are like, are more
open to experimenting, and are more beautiful, or I wouldn't
have been with her. It was the men that caused
the biggest issue. Though she had fucked English guys, American guys,
and a few other nationalities that didn't make the top two,
American guys were more aggressive, while English guys were more
caring and central. I reminded her that my buddies came
over they fucked her until she passed out. True, she
replied with a wicked smile, and they carried on fucking
me when I was out cold, she added, like my
buddies were also more adventurous and far dirtier than with
their ideas. Then there was my dad. According to her,
I loved when your dad groped me at every opportunity
had The first time he ever saw me was with
your cock buried deep inside me. Okay. I loved how
he tried to put it put me off my shot
by sliding my finger to my pussy. So I think
he may have been pretty aggressive with me. That shocked
me a little. The way she was openly suggested that
she could get my dad to fuck her exactly the
way she loved to be taken when she craved it rough.
She preferred sucking English cock, while I was the opposite.
I found American cock far more appealing. Even though we
both had white and black cock, both preferred white where
the totally agreed. Though with trans women. We both loved
sex with trans women. They were sexy, passionate, loving, and
brought something extra to the bedroom that no one else
could match. We only had maybe four three sums with
trans women, but we also had one on ones with
them and enjoyed every single moment. It sometimes felt like
where to go, I don't have my mouth to night.
Guys bearth me h. It sometimes felt like we could
have been happy in a polly relationship with the right
trans woman in a way we never felt with anyone.
So with all our differences, that made us a perfect match.
She said, you're the perfect mix of englishmen and American.
You can switch from perfect gentlemen to aggressive and a heartbeat,
and you experiment more than any man I've known. For me,
she was the perfect woman, adventurous while demanding that sex
be done to give her maximum pleasure. She once told me,
you will never fuck any other woman than an American woman,
because you're just right for them. They are and they're
for you, and she was right. This may seem a
little bit different from my usual filthy stories, but these
memories have been spirling in my head for days now.
Maybe it's because the anniversary of her passing is coming up,
or maybe it's simply because I still think about her
every single day. That's why I keep sharing a real
life accounts with our time together. If they help you
get off spark ideas of your own adventures, or just
remind you to cherish the wild connection ands your connections
in your life, then I'm happy our stories can be
still of service. Signed the winner that's still missing us
perfect wild match? Oh I didn't see that coming. I mean,
I'm now kind of remembering who this is, but still
but I'm I don't even know how to get into
that debate questions for my author, which those shared experiences
with Anna still gets you the hardest when you replay it.
Have you found any new connections since that echo what
you had with her? For my listeners, have you ever
partnered with the battles like this that led to hotter adventures?
Anyone who's lost a wild, sexually compatible love, how do
you keep their memory alive in the bedroom. Drop your
own thoughts below in the chat, or you can follow
my show links and email them to me. Dear Nikki,
I'm a middle aged pervyman stuck in a sexless marriage,
sitting on my sofa thinking about the good old days,
frustrated as hell that I haven't fucked anyone in a
long time. Across from me is my wife, who has
completely let herself go, no makeup, hair, always a mess.
She just doesn't seem to care anymore. Meanwhile, my daughter
has recently started going to the gym with her two
friends Dans. Fuck, they're sexy, they're arses, absolutely to die for.
I wish I was younger. I catch myself fantasizing about
taking them both, yes, fucking them so hard they are
squirt soaked right through my sofa while my wife sits
there washing. Then I tell myself, no, they're my daughter's friends.
I shouldn't think like that, but the images won't stop.
One day, they all came back from the gem, hot, sweaty,
wearing the tightest gym clothes imaginable. Their tits are bursting
out of their tops, nipples poking through the thin fabric
as they suck on their sports drinks. I'm an absolute heaven.
My wife is tired with another headache again. I suspect
she just fucks off to bed and to text another man,
but who cares. It leaves just me, my daughter and
her two sexy friends. I'm rock hard and feeling dangerously horny.
What do I do now? How do I get my
daughter out of the picture? Do I pull one of
the girls aside into the kitchen? Do I just pull
my throbbing cock out right here on the sofa and
hope they don't scream and call the police. This is
where the fantasy takes off. I imagine one of her friends
catching me staring, biting her lip instead of looking away,
she slowly peels off her sweaty top, those perfect tits
bouncing free, and I whisper that she's noticed how I
look at them. My daughter heads upstairs a shower, leaving
me alone with her friend. Before I know it, she's
on her knees, those gem honed thighs spread as she
takes my neglected cock deeper into her warm, eager mouth.
The other friend joins in, and soon I'm bending them
both over the sofa, bounding their tight wet pussies until
they're squirting all over the cushions, moaning my name while
my wife sleeps upstairs. I'd love to play this out properly.
Who do you want to be in this naughty fantasy?
One of the friends, my daughter's friends, my wife who
suddenly wakes up and watches, a noisy neighbor who knocks
on the door, or one of my wife's slutty friends
who drops by unexpectedly. I'm pretty open to any direction,
signed the Frustrated Sofa PERV. Being in a sexless relationship
of any dynamic is hard, very hard, especially if it's
you take out the medical right medical, we can excuse,
we can find a way. But I always say, in
any dynamic, it is one hundred percent, one hundred percent thing,
and not saying that he is completely innocent. But before
we go, pointing to the wife whose letter away, go
have we tried? Have we tried making your feel sexy?
I remember I was helping somebody their fathered past, and
I remember they found his wallet. They were going through Whitney.
They found this card and it had all their mother's
favorite things written on it. Lingerie, her size, her brass eye,
her panty size, what she liked with flowers. She like
everything everything a woman likes because I love you guys,
you know I do. But some men's memories. Yeah, anyway,
I think it's I thought it was hot. I thought
was very romantic and sexy. So instead of a gift card,
which I'm completely for because I love gift cards, why
not know your wife's thing, you know, size or something
to get her in the mood. Right, There's nothing like
a gentleman buying a sexy piece of lingerie for you
because you know he's pictured you in it. However, on
the other flip side, ladies, it takes five minutes of effort,
it really truly, does you know, show a little pross chop,
be a little flirty, try to learn if we don't
know how, I'm still learning effort. Effort makes the world
go around, and there's times that I think we don't
and we expect all the men to do that belifting,
but we got to give them a little something extra
to make the effort. For questions for my author, which
of these girls or scenario turned you on the most
in this fantasy and why what's the one thing you'd
want them to say or do you would you push
you over the edge, And for my listeners, anyone else
living in a similar forbidden house fantasies? Have you ever
had or wanted something naughty to happen with your children's friends,
neighbor or while your partner was at home, maybe upstairs asleep?
Did you have You're being very naughty, dear Nikki. My
days at college were amazing. I made good friends and
fucked a lot of girls. I loved every single minute
of it. There was one teacher I really liked. Not
only was she incredibly intelligent and helped me out loads
what I didn't understand something, But she must drop dead gorgeous.
Come to think of it, she resembled begging fox. I'm
not kidding. It was the end of the year. In
a week we would break for summer. This would be
our last class until September. I was sad because I
wouldn't see her for a few months. After the lesson,
she thanked everyone for a good year and wished us
all a great summer. As I was walking out, she
asked if I could help her load her car up
with the books. Obviously, I wanted to show off my muscles,
so I helped her. We talked well loading her car.
I told her I thought she was amazing and that
the reason I always turned up to class to see her.
She blushed and said thanks, then asked if I could
help her unload at her house. I agreed and took
the address. I was waiting outside of her house when
she arrived, but she had changed into these tiny jean
shorts and a tight shirt. My wind went into overdrive
thinking about peeling those shorts off with my teeth. She
asked me to put the books in the porch while
she went inside. After waiting about five minutes, I decided
to step into the house. I could hear muffled noises
coming from the living room. I slowly walked to the doorway.
I couldn't blae my eyes. There she was no shorts on,
legs apart, and a small bullet dildo buzzing her clit.
She looked up and saw me how hard I was,
with a naughty smile, and said, come here. I didn't hesitate.
I went over. She dropped her knees and sipped my
jeans and pulled out my deck. She looked up in
disbelief as I was rock hard and so thick it
was the size of her head. She grabbed it, slapped
it against her cheek, then shoved my cock into her warm,
eager mouth. To be honest, it was like a dream
come true. But I needed to fuck her, I told
her as much as a She agreed, she sang, followed me.
We went to her bedroom, where we stripped off. She
had incredible tight body, small perky tits, and a petite
five for a frame. She got on the bed on
all fours and looked back at me, saying, is this
what you wanted? Isn't it? I didn't want to waste time.
I played with her pussy, sliding two fingers inside her
while she moaned. Then I made her sit on my
face and licked it out like crazy, sucking on her
clit until she came hard, grinding against my tongue. I
pushed her off my face and slowly pulled her back
down where my dick was waiting. She said wait and
grabbed a loub from the dressing table. She coated by
monster cock and lowered herself onto it, taking me like
a champ. She rubbed me so good, her tight pussy
gripping every inch. It didn't take long before I exploded
inside her shooting rope. After rope seven or eight thick
loads deep in her pussy. After we caught her breath
and talked about life and summer plans, she started kissing
me again and said she wanted more. I agreed immediately.
She got back into doggy position. This time I looped
by dick myself and slid back into her soak pussy.
She moaned loudly as I noticed the two sexy dimples
on her lowered back. I started pounding harder, pulling her
archchaeks apart. Then I pulled out, rested my cock against
her asshole, and she looked back with pure approval. She
took the lube, rubbed it on her ass, and went
for it. She screamed at first, but quickly started pushing
back and enjoying it. She was so tiny, her ass
gripped by dick like a vice. We moved to the
side of the bed, me standing while she was on
her back. I put my dick back in her arse
and went to pound down. She came again, and when
it was time for me to shoot my second load,
I pulled out fend my cock into her mouth. She
sucked every last drop out of me and I swallowed
at all. In the back of my mind, I kept thinking,
how is this intelligent, professional teacher such a complete slut?
At the same time, she made me promise not to
tell anyone because she could lose her job. She gave
me a long, deep kiss before I left, and as
I drove home, I couldn't wait for college to start again.
Signed the Lucky Student It got to fuck his Megan
Fox the forbidden teacher student fantasy. Has anybody had one
of those? In real life or just in fantasy? I
don't think I've had a I mean, I've had two
attractive teachers, but other fantasy than having one, No, I
don't think so. Questions for my author, what was the
absolute hottest moment for you? Are surprising you with a
dildo riding you or when you took her tight ass?
Did anything like this ever happen again with her or
with another teacher? And for my listeners, who else has
a hot teacher or naughty figure? Fancy see that you've
lived out? Have you ever hooked up with someone completely
off limits like a professor, boss, or friend's parent. Drop
your confessions below in the chat or just follow links
to my in my show notes Dear Nikki. When I
was in my second year of university, I started talking
to Alas from the U s I'm from the UK,
who I met through gaming. Safe to say, we got
along pretty well, and after a month or so she
asked about seeing me in person. At the time, I
was short on money, and more importantly, i'd nowhere for
her to stay if she came over. Fortunately, she was
willing to have me stay at her apartment with her
and her roommate. She also paid for my flights, with
the understanding that I would day return the favor and
bring her to the UK. We'll plan the dates and
in the semester going into the summer. Eventually, the day
arrived and I set off, first to London, to the
East Coast, then to California. It was about eleven thirty
pm Pacific standard time when I finally arrived. Any worries
about being catfished disappeared the moment I saw. By the
time we got back to her apartment it was already
one thirty in the morning. You're probably tired and hungry
after all that traveling, huh. I can make you something
neat or we can go to bed. To go to
bed now if you want. I was hungry, so she
made it each a ham sandwich, then sat on the
eating on the sofa in the living room. Once we
were done, she took the plates back to the kitchen
while I started getting ready for bed. Then she came back,
looked surprised that I started getting changed in the living room.
You've just flown a whole day and God knows how
many miles to come see me. I'm not going to
let you sleep on the couch from your first night here.
Was I going to argue that? Fuck No. I started
picking up my socks and jeans. Bring your suitcase to
my room too, and I'm back tomorrow. I've made some
space for you in my drawers. I carried my things
to her room, finished getting ready for bed. She climbed
in and I followed. Normally, when a woman invites me
into her bed, I know exactly what's going to happen here,
though I wasn't sure. The clothes she wore to bed
didn't exactly scream. I brought you here at a fock.
She was wearing a baggy T shirt and shorts, the
same one she warned to pick me up from the airport,
but titching me, potentially alienating my host for the next
month on one night wasn't on my to do list.
Maybe she just was being polite. I eventually fell asleep,
but not before kicking the duvet off. The summer nights
in California are uncomfortably hot compared to the UK, even
with the ac When I awoke later that morning, I
was still half asleep. The room white was dim and
lit only by sunlight sneaking into around the curtains. I
didn't know what time it was. If you've exed experienced this,
you'll know. The first few moments after waking our blurry
and confusion, there were noises, wet, warm, sucking noises from
the bottom of the bed. As my conscious return, so
did the incredible, warm, wet feeling around my cock. I
raised my head from the pillow to look down. There
she was, head bobbing up and down, my cock buried
in her mouth. I brought myself up to my elbows
to get a better view of this amazing wake up
call that alerted her to the fact I was awake.
Good morning, she said, with bright eyes and a cheerful smile,
briefly pulling off my throngling cock. Where did this come from?
I was still in disbelief when I woke up. I
saw you hard, just couldn't help myself. Didn't think you'd mind.
I certainly did not mind. Put your head back down
and let me take care of you. She returned her
mouth to my cock, this time looking up at me
with the hungry eyes the whole time, clearly seeking my approval.
Normally I'm rougher and take control, but I was still
in shock and just let her pleasure me at her
own perfect pace for four or five minutes, moaning her
name encouragingly. Eventually she pulled off the air felt cool
against my wet cock, and I sat up a little.
I want to fuck you. I've been waiting to feel
you inside me for months. She gave my cock a
final kiss, then spun around on all fours, turning her
perfect ass towards me and arching her back with her
pussy and full display and glusting. Have you got any condoms?
I asked, We'll be fine. I've been taking birth control
for the past month and a half. She pointed up
to the packet on the bedside table. Hurry up. She
wiggled her ass invitingly, and I repositioned behind her and
pressed my cock against her entrance. She was incredibly tight
at first, My initial tempts were almost bounced off. She
spread her legs wider, and I finally slid inside. It
was either worldly. No other pussy had ever gripped me
so snugly. I grabbed her waist and started fucking her properly.
She pushed back against me in perfect rhythm and love
when you grab my waist, it makes me feel so
small in your hands. After a while, she flicked her
long hair onto her back. Pull my hair, make this
pussy yours, Poppy. The poppy caught me off guard, but
returned me on even more. I wrapped her hair around
one hand and kept the other on her hip and
pulled her back onto me harder. Yes, Poppy, Yes, your
dick feels so good. I was getting close, and she
could tell, don't you dare stop? I want you to
come for me, Poppy. Her pussy suddenly clamped down like
a vise, squeezing with every stroke, as if trying to
milk me. Come for me, Poppy, give it to me.
I need it. I loaded deep inside her, rope after
thick rope. Even after I finished, she kept using her
pelvic muscles to squeeze and milk every last drop while
I stayed buried inside her. Fuck, I feel so ful.
Grab a teal from over there, so don't leak out
onto the bed sheet. My legs were shaky, but I
got on before she collapsed beside her. Only in the
comdown did I realize she had planned this whole thing,
invited me to her bed, the recent birth control, waiting
for months to feel me. She'd barely waited one morning
before putting her plan into action. Not that I'm minded
in the slightest. There are definitely worse ways to spend
a month in California than going to bed every night
with a woman like her. Signed The Lucky brit who
got a dream wake up call no comment, but I
do have a comment on the whole waking up being
disoriented in a country you've never been to. I'm gonna
tell you this, four am is like six am here.
It does not matter what time of the calendar year
it is. Four am is just as bright as six am.
There's a reason why I put a hill over my head.
I'm just saying. I know it's not sexy, but it's true.
So the first night there. I get up and I'll
tell you this, and it's not sexy, but I get up.
Sun's coming up. I'm looking in the backyard and he goes,
what in the earth are you chewing up? And I'm like,
it's morning. He's like, it's four a hip, go back
to bed. So if you go to the UK, take
blackout covers for your eyes, just saying I didn't take
that into thought when I flew over the first time.
Quick question for you author, what's the hottest part for you?
Waking up to her mouth or the puppy talk while
she rode you, or realizing she'd been planning to get
filled from the very first morning. Did the rest of
the month even get filthier? I'm kind of hoping it did. Listeners,
have you ever had or given an incredible wake up
call like this after months of anticipation? Long distance or
online hookups that turned out way better in person? Drop
your hookups in our chat or email us on the
showings below? How are we doing in the chat? Guys? Sorry,
my my thing froze here a second. I'm trying to
wait for it to wake up. Biscript prose? What what what
I was gaining was lost? What were you gaining? Oh?
Is poppy your new word at list? I didn't say
pussy right, Oh, but take care of the grandkids, And
I said poffe oh no, oh no, your grandkids give
you that name? Oh man, can I ride you? Bobby?
Do that ruin it too? I'm sorry? It was a
good story to live. Oh goodness, what can we learn
besides I just flew cold water and John? First, that
nervous curiosity can turn into pure bliss when you finally
surrender to what the body graves, whether it's your first
cock and your ass or your first soft lips on
your pussy. Second, even in the most ordinary settings a
living room sofa, a nature walk and caming meet up,
the right spark can't ignite something unforgettable. And the third,
when you communicate boundaries and desires openly, like things in
our chat or stories tonight, pleasure multiples in those delicious ways,
chaish your fantasies, stay safe and consensual, and never stop exploring.
And now it's the answer for your riddle, what tire
doesn't move when your car turns left? And let me know?
Here you go, Bob, I have two John's in the
chat wet. I'm sitting on my left cope book. Do
you guys want me to repeat it one more time?
Which tire doesn't move when your car turns left? NJB?
Are you an engineer? That's such an engineer answer? The
spare tire be the practical answer, but probably not the
right answer. There's such an engineer answer. Are you an engineer?
In JB? Nope? NJB is our track veling male hooker
that makes millions, but he's secretly not telling us. He's
gonna crack me, not watch, because he's very conservative about
what that you know, done on the down low. Okay,
it's a spare tire. See you guys right. M JB
was right. Okay, it's time for your naughty chuck in.
I lean back in my chair, the soft leather creaking
under me as I crossed my legs, slowly, letting the
hem of my shorter than strictly professional skirt right up,
just higher up my thigh. The office is quiet now,
most everyone's gone home, but you're still here, aren't you?
My favorite distaction. I can feel your eyes on me
from across the open plan floor, hung Christaire, as you
try to hide behind your monitor. You call me miss
Moneypenny when we're alone. That low, teasing growl on your voice.
It makes my pulse flutter between my legs and to night.
I'm going to make you earn every sollable. I stand up,
smoothing my fitted blouse for my breast, the silk clinging
just enough, dan at the lace beneath the top button,
undone more than it should be. My ails click purposely
across the corridor as I walked toward the conference room,
knowing you'll follow. The sound echoes sharp and commanding each
step a little sway of my hips. Then I know
you're watching. I can almost hear your breath hitch already.
When the door clicks shut behind us, I turn, press
my back against the cool wood, licking you up and
down like you're my favorite spreadsheet that needs auditing. Lock it.
I murmur my voice velvet and low, and you do.
The soft snick of the bolt sends a warm rush. Me.
Come here, pet, step close close enough that I smell
your cologne mix with that masculine edge that always makes
me wet. I reach up, trailing one manicured nail, slowly
down your eye, feeling the silk slide under my fingertips.
My other hand finds your belt, tucking you forward until
my breast brush your chest. I can feel how hard
you already are pressing against my thigh through your trousers.
Good boy. I rise up on my toes, my lips
brushing your ear. You've ridden staring at me all day,
haven't you? Every time I've crossed my legs in the meeting,
every time I bent over the filing cabinet. My breath
is warm against your skin as I nip your ear
low gently, then soothe it with my tongue. You've groan softly,
that delicious, needy sound. I crave. My hand slides lower,
pulming the thick out lae line of your cock through
the fabric. I squeeze, peeling it twitch and throb under
my touch. Mm so eager for miss money Penny. I
stroke you slowly up and down, letting my nails graze
the zipper. Your hips check forward instinctively, but it pulled
back just a enough to tease. Laughing softly catch your neck,
I push you back toward the long conference table, guiding
you until your ass hits the edge. Then I dropped
to my knees. In front of you, slowly deliberately, letting
my heel stay on my skirt, riding high enough that
you can see the tops of my stockings and the
bare skin above. I look up you through my lashes,
and then zip you. Bring that gorgeous cock. It springs out,
thick vein the head, already glistening with pre comb. I
lean in, letting my warm breath wash over it. Looky,
already lenking for me. My tongue flicks out, tasting the
salty peet at the tip. Slow swirling circles around in
the head on my hand strokes the shaft and long
firm boles. You moan my name, and I reward you
by taking you deeper into my mouth, lips stretching around
your girth. The wet, obscene sounds of me sucking you
fill the room. Soft slurps, my tongue working in the underside,
my throat relaxing and take you more. I hum around
your cock, the vibrations making your thighs tremble. But I
won't let you come yet. Sy pull off strings of
saliva connecting the swollen lips to your glistening cock. I stand,
turning around and bending over the table, harching my backs
on my skirt rides all the way up, touch me,
I whisper, looking back at you over my shoulder. Your
hands are on me instantly, rough palm, sliding up the
back of my thighs, pushing my skirt higher. Yuk your
fingers into my laced snickers, drag them down my legs,
the cool air hitting my soaked pussy. I'm dribbing for you.
My folds are slick and swollen. Two of your fingers
trace my slit, spratting my witness, circling my clit until
my hip's buck and I bite my lip to stifle
a moan. You're soaked, you growl because I've been thinking
about this cock all day. I'm push back against rand,
riding your fingers as you slide two thick ones deep
inside me. The stretch is perfect, crooking them just right
to hit that spot that makes my toes curl my heels. Wet,
filthy sounds accompany every rust of your fingers. I'm panting,
grinding my walls, clinching round you. I need more. I
straighten up just enough to guide your cock to my entrance,
rubbing the thick head through my folds, coating you my juice. Yes, slow,
I command, even if I'm making for it. I sink
back onto you, inch by inch, feeling every wretch, every
vein as you stretch me open. The barn is delicious,
my pussy fluttering around your thickness until you bury to
the hilt. We've both grown at the same time. The
sound raw, desperate. Then I start to move, rolling my
hips and slow, teasing circles, clenching around you. In every downstroke,
your hands grip my waist, fingers digging in as you
fight not to thrust you hard. I reach back, grabbing
one of your hands and bringing it around to my breast,
letting you squeeze and pitch my nibbles hard. The friction
of the fabric through the rough touchs and sparks straight
to my clip harder. Now, I breathe. You snap your
hips forward, fucking me properly, deep powerful strokes that will
slap I gets my as the table creaks beneath us.
My moans get louder, breathy. It's shameless, yes, right there,
fuck you're missmudey Benny. Just like that, you reach around
and rub my clip faster and slow, fast circles while
you pound into me. The pleasure builds fast and sharp,
my thighs shaking my pussy, gripping you like a vice.
I come hard, crying out your name. My walls pulsing
and milking your cock, and waves of heat crushed through me.
You keep fucking me through it, drawing it out until
I'm whimpering. But you're not done. I turn around, hopping
on to the table and spreading my legs wide, skirt
bunched at my waist, glass half unbuttoned so you can
see my heaving breasts on your knees. Pet taste out
why you've made me. You drop down, eagerly, burying your
face between my thighs. Your tongue is hot and insistent,
lapping up my folds, sucking my clip, fucking into me
with long heart strokes. I thread my fingers through your hair,
riding your face, grinding against your mouth while your groans
vibrate against my sins to flush. I come again, flooding
your tongue, my cries echoing off the walls. Only then
do I pull you up and wrap my legs around
your waist inside me again, pel me up. You're thrust
back in one smooth stroke, and this time now holding back,
skin slapping skin, my heels digging into your back, my
nails racked, breaking down yours. I kiss you deeply, tasting
myself on your tongue as you fuck me relentlessly on
the conference table, deeper, harder, faster, until your rhythm faulters
and you bury yourself to the yelt, groaning my name
as you spill inside me, hot pulses of come flooding
my pussy. We stay like that for long moments, panting
your forehead kainst mine, clean me up later, I whispered
in that wicked smile, kissing me softly. I have more
plans for you tonight and every night. You're good for me.
I smile against your lips, tasting the lingering mix of us.
Sliding off the conference table on shaky legs, My skirt
falls back into place barely while I button my blouse
just enough to look presentable for the corridor. Your com
is still dripping down my inner thigh, warm and slick,
a filthy secret under my lace snickers as I put
them back up. Fix yourself, bet, I tell you we're
not done. I still have work for you to night.
You tuck yourself away, eyes dark with want as you
watch me. I laid the way out, heels clicking again louder.
I sway my hips with every step, knowing the motion
makes my ass look irresistible under that short skirt. The
lift is waiting. I press the button, and when the
door slide open, I pull you inside by the tie.
The second door's close, I push you against the marret wall,
eyes on me. My hands slip back down your trousers,
feeling you harden again already, I stroke you through the fabric, slow,
firm squeezes, while my other hand slides under my blouse
to tease your nipple. Your breath is ragged against my
neck as I grind against your thigh, letting you feel
how wet I am ding The lift stops grown floor.
I step back just in time, smoothing my hair. As
the door opens, A late cleaner nods at us. I
give him a polite smile, while you come continues to
leak from me with every step across the lobby. The
cool air at night hits us in the car park,
making my nipples tighten visibly against the walk. You open
the car door for me, like a good boy that
you are Once we're inside, I don't let you start
the engine right away. I lean over the cinder console
with my breath hot on your ear. Keep your hands
on the wheel for now. My fingers work your sip
open again, feeling your thick cock. It's still slick from before,
flushed and heavy in my palm. I stroke you lazily
as you drive along, twisting pools from the base to
the tip, thumb circling the sensitive head, spreading your fresh
prey coumb Every time you've groan or the cow swears slightly,
I squeeze you harder as punishment. Eyes on the road bed.
You don't want to crash before I've had my fill.
At the red light, I lean down and take you
to my mouth again, deep wet, noisy sucks that fill
the car with obscene sounds. My tongue swirls, lips tight
and through it, working you while my hand pumps the rest.
You taste like me, you together, salty and addictive. The
light turns green, and I sit up, licking my lips
and leaving you throbbing and denied. By the time we
reach my flat, you're aching. I can see the wet
spot on your trousers where you've been leaking for me inside.
The door barely clicks shut before I'm on you. I
shove you on to the sofa, straddle your lap. My
skirt bunches at the waist as I grind my soap
nickers against your bare cock, sliding my slick folds up
and down your length, letting you inside you. The heat
of you against the clip is electric. I kiss you hard, tongues,
tangling my hands in your hair, pulling just right give.
It's such a patient pet, I whispered, biting your lip.
I reach down to pull the nickers aside, positioning your
thick head at my entrance. Then I sink down, ench
by door, dress nch until you're buried deep inside my tight,
creedy pussy. We both moan loudly. I'm so full, stretched
perfectly around you. My wall's fluttering and clinging. I ride
you slowly, first, rolling my hips in deep so grinding
my clit against your pelvis on every downstroke. My fitted
blouse is open now, breast spilling free. You latch onto
ononda bowl, sucking hard, teeth, grazing just enough to send
sparks straight to my core. I arch my back fucking
you faster, the wet slap of skin on skin mixing
with my breathy moans. You've grown against my clit. That's right,
say my name. While I used this cock, I bounce harder,
my ass slapping against your thighs, breast jiggling with every thrust.
I reach between us and rub my clit in tight circles,
chasing another orgasm. Then it hits me, my pussy spasming
around you, milking your length as I cry out, soaking
your lap. I don't stop. I climb off, turn around,
and sink back down in reverse, giving you the perfect
view of my ass. As I ride you, your hands
grip my hips, guiding me, fingers digging hard enough to
leave marks all admire tomorrow. I lean forward, pands on
your knees and fuck you with deep, punishing strokes, taking
every inch until I'm whimpering from how deep you reach
touch my ass. I command your thumb circles, my tight houle,
pressing lightly, teasing. The extra sensation makes me tremble. I
reach back and spread myself wider for you, completely shameless,
I slide off again, drop to my knees between your legs.
Watch me clean you my tongue bachelor cock, long slow
licks from balls to tip, tasting my cream all over you.
I suck you deep, gagging softly when you hit the
back of my throat, salibola dripping down your shaft. My
eyes stay locked on yours the whole time you're close.
I can feel the way you throb against my tongue.
But I stand up, taking your hand. Petroom. Now I
push you onto my bed, on your back and climb
over you. This time, ride face to face, slow, deep, grinding, clenching, teezing.
My hands pin yours above your head as I lean
down and kiss and bite your neck. You're gonna feel
me again, the PET. I want to feel you pulsing
inside me. When I come, I pick up the pace,
fucking your ardor my moans turn into desperate circles. Your
hips thrust up to meet me, pounding into my soak cunt.
The room fills with wet sounds of us, skin on skin,
my pussy squelching around your cock, and our ragged breathing.
I come first, shuddering, screaming your name, my walls locking
down on you, leco vice that tips you over your cock,
bearing deep and explode thick ropes of hot come flooding
me again, so much of it leaks out around your shaft.
As I keep riding you through both of our orgasms,
we collapse together, sweaty. Spent your arms around me, trace
lazy circles around your trest as I press soft kisses
against your jaw. Hmm, good boy, But I still not satisfied.
Tomorrow at the office, I think I'll wear the red
heels and forget my nickers entirely. Think you can make
it through the morning meeting without bending over the table again.
I kiss you deeply, already matching the next tease. Thank
you so much for listening, my loves. If these stories
made you ache throp or soak through those undergarbage, you
might have nickers, maybe boxers. Leave a review and drop
your comments and send your own sinful confessions straight to
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our confessions tab I cannot wait to see you next time.
Stay shameless. This is Nikky signing off.