Fulfilling Fantasies, Mall Makeout, Unexpected Encounter

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a review on your favorite podcast platform. It helps us grow and reach much sex Bloord of minds like yourself. Connect with us on social media Twitter, Instagram, and Facebook and stay up to date and be part of our vibrant community. Also check out our partnership pages for exclusive discounts and learn about the amazing businesses I work with. I don't know about you. I need a laugh, So here are some sexy mishaps that happened. This one's from Lucy.

I was having sex with my ex boyfriend missionary style when we were getting really into it. My dog was asleep in the foot of the bed, but she usually paid no attention to us and weren't concerned just where. Things were getting more heated and more heated. When suddenly my exhales, what the fuck and his cock went entirely limp inside me. What. I asked, frantically, thinking he was having a heart attack. Your dog just licked my asshole.

I couldn't stop laughing until I realized the condom had come off in me and we had to fish it out. I've actually had a condom fall off inside me, but I think it's because he bought the wrong size and I didn't know until I was using the restauranom and it went PLoP. And I got back and he was like, hey, did you happen to find the condom. I'm like, well, yes, it did. I flushed it. Here's another one happened a few weeks back. I met a girl at a club. We went back to my place. This girl was on top.

She was going slow at first, but as soon as she got close she started going absolutely mental. My head kept hitting the wall, but not hurting, so I just let it keep happening. As she hit that magical moment. She went absolutely ferocious, and the force drove my head into the plaster, putting a hole in the wall, and I ended up needing a few stitches. These aren't signed, but these are great. Could you imagine explaining that to the er, especially if they're like was they found pieces

and bits of plaster in their head. I wonder what he said, you know, that kind of reminds me of sex in the city, where she was getting focked by a guy that was really rough and saying kind of thing and put her head and neck and she had to go this wedding and she was all hunched over like the hunchback of Notre Dame or dom, however you want to pronounce it. Last one, an ext girlfriend of mine and myself for home alone while my mother went

to the store for an hour. So we were all chilling in the kitchen in the common area of the house. Initial groping and goffing occurred until we got just into it, and at no time I was pants down receiving a nice blow job while sitting upright on the family living room sofa with my hands nicely resting slightly off the edge of the couch. This felt extraordinarily nice until my mother and small brother and sister walked into the front door from the store, which has one walkway until you

round the corner of the living room. As she walked in, I heard the innocent screams of children walking in the front door. My first reaction was extreme shock, and my response started with a strong uppercut of my right hand to her chin, followed by me jerking my knees upward right into her neck and chin to pull my pants out.

You might think, wow, that sounds painful. Well, to add insult to injury, I was jerking my knees, putting my pants on, and getting into a standing position in my semi flaccid penis, and balls whacked your square in the face. Oh yeah, I'm sorry. I needed that laugh today. I don't know why. I think it's just been a very heavy week and we're not going to go into it because we're not that kind of podcast. So I hope

you guys enjoyed those as much as I did. So if you have any funny mishaps sexually that will make us laugh, because I do believe sometimes laughing is an aphrodisiac as well, especially you know to a woman. As I always tell men that doesn't know how to make a move on a woman or doesn't know what to do make them laugh. It's like halfway to the panties, just say and actually I would think it would go both ways, but I can only speak from a woman's perspective. I

am one of those. If you can make me laugh, you're halfway there, and carry a good conversation. That's all I really ask. I kinda find myself low maintenance in that area. You know what time it is, It's time to sit back, relax, Let's have a whiskey with some filthy cherries, of course, and explore some erotic fantasies from people just like you and me, Dear Nikki. After receiving my MBA from UCLA, I got a job in Dallas

working as an assistant manager in a business office. We handled large clients who dealt with medical record keeping all over the Central U S. Dakotas, Nebraska, Kansas, Oklahoma, Texas, Arkansas, and New Mexico. I was put on the road visiting main offices of each of our thirty plus customers. One visit was up to a firm in North Dakota. It was done it easy to drive too. I got to a motel room in the small town and Emily drove to the office headquarters. I didn't get out of there

and till about nine o'clock at night. Lots of work the next day, I went in early, skip lunch, I ate a snicker, and I was done by four pm. I did that on purpose. I wanted to look around the area. There was an Indian reservation nearby, and I wanted to visit their store. I came back to the motel, changed my clothes. It was cold, and I decided I would not take a shower. I took off my work clothes and grabbed some bluone jeans out of my bag and a nice sweater. I was standing naked by the

bed when I heard a noise. I walked to the bathroom. There was a young man cleaning the mirror with some sprague foam. For a second, he looked startled. Then he looked at my naked body and smiled. I was frozen in time. He said, I'm so sorry. You didn't get back until late yesterday, so I didn't expect you so early. This is the last place I cleaned this afternoon, and I'm done I'll grab my stuff and leave. He didn't move, though, kept looking up and down my body. He was nice looking,

dark hair, light brown skin, a beautiful white teeth. I was attracted. I slided a little closer unconsciously. He didn't move. He put the cleaning rag down and just smiled. I could not resist myself. I moved a little closer. He reached out and pulled me close. He kissed me. I could feel his warmness through the crotch material of his levies. He stopped and pulled off his wool's shirt and dropped his pants. He had no shorts on. I looked down and he had a huge cock. I think Indians must

have a large organ the most men. It was beautiful. He bit me over the sink and slowly rammed it in home. I didn't want to scream, as we were in the motel after all, I held back bit on my lip. I finished almost immediately. I've never come that fast before. He hit my harder and forty strokes and I came. I couldn't believe it. I'd never done that either. He rested still inside me. It did not go soft. He slowly moved back and forth. I wanted to stop.

I was exhausted. He kept moving slowly. I felt it coming on. I wanted it again. I was totally amazed. Now, in another thirty or forty or so strokes, I came again. I was weak need, and he sensed it and pulled out and carried me to bed, got behind me and put his long or again in again. He said, this is for you. I'll lie still, you move however you want to. I didn't move at first. Then I could feel as warm morgan inside me. It was cold in the room, and the warmth was exciting. I began to move.

Then I moved more. He remained still. I had to speed up. I was breathing harder, and I moved faster. Finally he brewthed harder too. Then I could no longer resist. He got in time with me. I moved faster and faster. I said, laughly, I'm gonna go. I can't hold it anymore. Me neither. We both exploded together. The next morning, I called the boss and said I would have to stay a little longer, but I catched the first flight out at Bismarck. Thursday. He said, okay. I ring the motel office.

Declara answered, come down for breakfast. He was there in a flash. He opened the door with his master key. I was naked on the bed. He spent the next two hours having sex. I climax five times in a row. I have never ever done that before or since. I don't go out on the road again until next month. I'm not going to masturbate. I'll save at Futreclare. I'm sure he will do the same. We made a pact before I left the airport. It's been less than a

month since my last message. My job took me to Little Rock, Kansas City, and Des Moines, and the boss asked me to go back to the assigned six Central States and to take Martha Rogers with me. I was to train her to take my place. I was going to take over six southeastern states customers a promotion. Here's my follow up from the North Dakota. I'd landed in Bismarck last Sunday afternoon with Martha and drove to a little town not far to the east. In the same hotel,

my Indian friend had reserved a room for me. Martha looked out and got one three doors down. My friend and I had made a plan when he had met before just to do like we had done the first time. I was to come in early, just like before, and pretend to hear a noise in the bathroom. Plus we were both to have abstained from self sex until we meet again. I only worked five and a half hours,

as planned with my friend. As we headed back to the motel, Marcius said the trip and the training had worn her out and she was going to take a nap, then walk across the street and get a big mac. And did I want to go? I told her no, when I would see her in the morning, Just as last time, I went to the motel bedroom and took my clothes off. I dug out the same sweater and jeans from my carry on last time and placed them

on the dresser. I asked myself if he was really there, and would he and I be repeating everything just like the last time. His name was part Indian and French Canadian. His great grandmother had been French. I just call him d' l. D'l made a small noise in the bathroom. He was there, true to his word. I was thrilled. I moved swiftly to the bathroom. There he was with the glass cleaner and a soft cloth, just like last time, except he was naked. He stared at me just before,

and we didn't speak. I moved towards him. Dale set down the cleaner and opened his arms. His manhood was stiff and quivering up and down, almost in time with his heart beat. Precumb was shining from the large head. I knew they had not cheated and had not masturbated while we were apart. I fell into his arms. He kissed me passionately. His man had throbbing against my mound. He didn't say a word. He turned me towards the sink, just as before, and bent my head and shoulders downwards.

This time he had folded up two fluffy towels for me to rest my head and arms outen. He was so thoughtful. He thrust his big organ carefully into me. There was a slight pain at first. I'd had not had sex or self sacks since I was here last. He moved slowly at first, and then faster. After thirty five strokes or so, he suddenly stopped. I remember that he had said, hoarsely, keep going, don't stop. You can't stop. I'm almost there, Please go. I was moving fast, up

and down on my tiptoes. I'm getting horny now writing about it. He stopped anyway. I was so pent up. I reached down and frantically rubbed my clit. I was so close. I couldn't stand it. I had to get off any way I could. I thought of nothing else. The world around me was going black. He reached down and grabbed my hand. With his other hand, he slapped a small plastic bag filled with ice over my moundin clit.

My anxiety and excitement subsided, and I calmed down. I said to him that day, Oh my god, why did you stop? I was so close. I was totally calm up and climaxing. He never said a word. He tossed the ice bag into the sink, got behind me again. He pushed us, now really rigid organ and slowly. I told him not to stop this time. He had said that afternoon that he wouldn't. He started thrusting again, slowly,

about after twenty. If I've thrust, he sped up. I started moving too, although it was not as easy as being against the sink top. I felt myself starting to peek. He sensed it and stopped again. Go you gotta go, I said to him. That afternoon, and you lied, keep going, go please, I can't stand it. I was bouncing on my tiptoes again, my mound against his fluffy towels on the sink top. He had backed away from me a little bit. I thrust two fingers inside me. I started

vibrating them quickly again. He grabbed my hand and put the bag of ice back on my mound and clit. I subsided. I said to him, you rat, Why are you torching me? Dal never said a word. He picked me up and carried me to the bed. He crawled next to me and said, I'll stretch this clock rang open and put it over the head, and you pull my organ and foreskin up and out of the way as you can far as you can really pull. Don't let go until I have the ring on as far as it'll go. Oh. I did just as he said.

I'd never heard of a cockring. Before he let go of the stretched cockring, his organ turned into steel monster. The head was like a large golf ball. I gave him a few strokes that I moved my hand faster. He told me to stop, and then he wasn't ready to finish. He pulled me over next to him and started stroking my clit and my now moist lips below with his right hand. I told him that day if he'd dared didn't stop. This time, he only smiled, kept moving his hand slowly. He was only teasing me, and

I knew it. That made it even better. He was a really considerate man, and I'm sure he was doing this stop and go stuff to eventually make me explode, probably more than once. Little did I know. I started writhing. My hips moved faster. He stopped. I kept writhing. I couldn't help it. Tears were in my eyes with fear, fear that he wouldn't ever let me climbax. It was an outlandish thought. Of course he would sometime. The cock ring made his big organ curve upwards slightly. It was beautiful.

I reached for it and stroked the monster three or four times. Instead, he pushed my hand away and rolled over to my left side. He lifted my right leg up in the air and thrust his cock ringed organ into me carefully. He lay still, just as the week before where I was here last, it was a different this time. I had not finished for days, and neither had he, and his cock organ was way way harder than the last time. It felt fantastic inside me. The

cock ring did it. I started moving against his thighs. He lay still. I moved faster, soon so did he. This time, I knew we were going to climb the top of the mountain in less than thirty strokes or more. We both exploded. I lay still, totally exhausted, filled with feelings of both ecstasy and satisfaction. Suddenly he started thrusting again. I came almost as fast as the first time, and he didn't stop. I felt myself climbing the top again. I exploded once more, and now I was ready to rest.

I was getting weak. He kept on going. He had still not finished. He told me later that the cock ring made it so he was in better control, and also the hard on would not go down readily. I couldn't control anything. I came again the fourth time, and he kept going. It took longer for the fifth. I was breathing hard, I was moving as fast as I could, and he started breathing hard and moving faster. I lat out a moaning noise, and he did too. He slammed

into my buttock's hard several times. I exploded again. For the sixth time, and he exploded for the first time in such a blast of come that I could feel it inside me when it erupted out of his clock. At the time, I thought, surely there must be a cupful of come inside me. The cock ring kept his organ hard. It was throbbing and still moving inside me, and he slowly stopped. We rested for a bit that afternoon. We were both still finally our breathing and returned to

normal after a few minutes. That day, I felt a strange itch inside me. Very hard to explain, but it seemed like an itch. I couldn't help myself. I started to move slowly once more. This time d'Al held back as before, just to let me do all the work. He finally started moving in time with me. I mentally counted the strokes. I have no idea why I was up to seventy five. I could hardly stand it. I moved faster, he moaned, and moved faster too. Soon we

were humping and thumping along at top speed. I let it a small noise and told him I was going to go again, and he went faster. Somehow, I don't know how he did it. He was like a refit gun. I exploded once more. He wasn't there yet. He knew he was getting close to his could come, and he kept pumping. The idea that he was heading for a home run once more made me so horny that I started to climax again. He sensed it and thrust harder. We both exploded together, but not as wild. He kept

moving slowly until my quivering subsided. Finally he stopped and pulled out. His organ was still rock hard. The cock ring did it again. I didn't tell him I almost came for the seven time as he was wiggling his organ back and forth as he slowly pulled out. When I had met him that first time, it was only then that I knew I was a multi orgasm woman. I had no idea when I masturbated at college, and I just finished just once, and the very very rarely twice. We cleaned up and went out to eat at the

only cafe in that part of town. It was a truck stop. All the drivers looked at me as we walked in. I wondered if they could tell what we had been doing. I knew my face was flat. They'll think it's the north to go to cold air, I rationalized to myself. I flew out from Miss Mark the next morning, close to noon. We had said to each other, we'll have to do it again. I wasn't sure i'd ever get back. I told him that I was giving a new geographical location to the southeast, a promotion with

a bonus. I told him Martha would be taking my place, and that I would be going to the Carolinas, Alabama, Georgia, Florida, et cetera, and that she was going to be here one more day. The data center manager wanted to run her through the medical record automated process one more time tomorrow when she got to work back in Dallas. I saw her this last Monday morning. She told me that she had met the nicest Indian guy in the motel. He had been cleaning the bathroom mirror when she came

in back early. They had talked for an hour, and he left to get a bottle of wine. She said they had a great time. She didn't elaborate, but she blushed while talking to me. Who knows, maybe there will be a lee left over Cherokee whose ancestors missed the trail of tears. When I go to Alabama at this end of the month. I love those big Indian men fran Scene. Hello, Francine, how are you being shock tall? Though you can't tell, I'm the widest Choctaw Indian there

is out there. I do think my grandmother on my dad's side wasn't part of the role, so we're not sure. I mean, there's rumors. I don't know for sure on hundred percent, so what I do know? And I am a card carrying Indian Native American I guess you would say are Indian that I am? I know at least I'm part Choctaw, so hello, But I've never been with

a Native American man that I know of. I've been with Germans too, as a matter of fact, and they do have big cocks and a brit and yes, big cock, so not that I'm measuring, and I'm not a size queen. I still go with a cox of cocks cock as long as you know how to use it, or you know, add more details with it, like flourish a bit. You know, if you don't have it, find a way to make it happen other ways that you know that makes us still want to come back for more. I love this story.

I could absolutely see me doing this, especially as it fits all my rules. It's far away from home, blah blah blah. You know, I don't know how I would have felt that she came back and said that, you know I, but they weren't in a relationship or anything.

I think I'll be honest and say I would have felt like a pang, well just a little pang of guilt, or not guilt, but you know, like, hey, you couldn't even wait like twenty fuck hours, and then my brain would have been overprocessing did he really really wait until I got back? Or was he fucking everybody in the motel? You know, see logic lend kicks in for me, and

that just my squirrely brain. If you were on a work trip, would you you know some sassy little maid or sassy sexy man was cleaning your hotel room because you happened to come in so late. Would you if they caught you naked? I'm gonna go with it. Yeah, I mean, far away from home, it's easier to be let's forget what happens there. When you're away from home, it's it's easy to be a little freer, to not be our buttoned up self or a new person. It's it's very easy to become that. So it's a yes

for me if it happened. Not saying you know, I've I've been so many places that I've never been with hotel staff that I can remember, or if I was, they never told me, Just saying what about you, guys really want to know? Tier Nikki. My boyfriend works at this big mall in Boston. One day, I was waiting for him outside the store he works at. Finally he came out and we were deciding what we could get

for lunch. I knew my boyfriend was feeling horny because he kept asking if we could have sex after his work. We were walking to the restaurant, but my boyfriend pulled me close to him and started kissing me in the middle of the mall. I love when he kisses me, so we started to make out. Surprisingly, I was getting horny too. I kissed his neck, and he knew that I kissed his neck when I'm feeling horny. He took my hand and started to pull me the other direction.

Took me to the men's bathroom. The bathrooms are in the mall, really big. It has sofas in the bathroom. He locks the bathroom and ran to me. He started to kiss me like crazy. He licked my neck and my ears. I was already moaning. He pushed me to the wall and unzipped my shorts started fingering me like I was crazy. I was so wet. It took my pants and underwear off. I started to rub my vagina to his cock. It was so hard. He put one of my legs up and started to hunt me. We

both started to moan. I took off his boxers and his huge black cock, as hard as a rock, went down on my knees and started to suck it. Deep throated it actually, and I came all over my mouth. It tasted so good. I licked it, and he lifted me up and threw me onto the sofa. He opened my legs and started to finger me again. I started moaning really loud. He knew I liked it. It. Put his tongue up against my hole and started licking everywhere inside me. I yelled and he licked and all my

juices pushed his head closer. Finally jumped on him and hit his cock inside me, and it felt so good. He started out slow and went really fast I yelled and started masturbating. He pushed me to the ground and fucked me from the back. He started moaning really loud, and he said he was going to come. I told him to keep fucking me. He fucked faster and faster and came inside me. I screamed. He licked my cunt again and pushed me to the wall. He started to

fuck me again, and we didn't come out for three hours. Emily, that's quite a lunch break. Emily. You had me concerned when you said bathroom and then went from there. I was like, oh, hel no, that. No, maybe the shower in someone's bathroom, but not like the bathroom or like in the last story where she held onto the sink that, but certainly not a public bathroom. Absolutely not, hail No, I know, and I was about to say, not even

the couch. But here's my thing with that. If we're gonna fuck in hotels blank blank blank blank blank, we all know how much bodily fluid is in those hotels, even if they do clean, because I'm sure they all are given a thorough cleaning. But yeah, no, I'm gonna put this out there. You probably guys were not the first people to do something sexually on that couch, just saying, so this is an absolute no for me. Maybe a dressing room, but not the public bathroom, just saying, what

about you, guys. Dear Niki, My favorite and most erotic sex story begins on a Saturday night. I'm with the sexiest man that I've ever encountered. He picked me up and when I got to his car, he gave me the kiss, this unbelievable kiss that you can give goosebumps on your head to toe, which at this point he had slowly put his hands up my shirt and under my bra and started touching, rubbing, and gently pulling on my nipples. Oh my god, that felt so good that

I started quivering. So when I reached over and started stroking his cock, and then I proceeded to wrap my lips around his cock and started to slide my mouth up and down on his cock. By this point, we were both so hot and bothered. He says to me, I'm going to take you to my house and fulfill all of your fantasies. I guess at this point I should start off by letting you know what my fantasy is, which is basically a man that completely takes over my body and tells me what he wants me to do.

So he gets to his house and we get inside and he starts to pull off my clothes one by one until I'm completely naked, and he starts kissing down my neck down to my bare nipples, where he starts sucking, licking, and nibbling on my hard nipples. And wow, does it

feel so amazing. By this time, I'm tingling from head to toe and my pussy is so wet as he works his way down, running his tongue all the way down my body till he reaches my pussy, which he then spreads my legs apart and starts licking my unbelievably wet and juicy pussy up and down. Meanwhile I'm moaning wildly.

Then he starts sucking my clit harder and harder until I can't take it anymore, till I can come to my climax and screaming in pure pleasure, I'll come all over his face and he continues to suckle my pussy juices. Oh well, absolutely amazing. And that's only the first half of the night. Mary, Hello, Mary, Now, if you're a first time right in person, person that submits sounds like

you do. We don't end on cliffhangers here and Mary, so you're gonna have to write in and tell us about the second half of that nights, Oh, Mary, But I do agree with you. There is nothing for me like a man that absolutely takes control. There's something about I have to decompress after this, and it's really nice to be sexually taken care of. And no do I not sexually take make sure he's happy and taken care of and fully drained. Absolutely, but sexually I am just in.

I can be very I can can take control. I can, but it's it's really nice when you especially since I guess this is where you know, there's some doms that become really dommy, even though they have a heart core job or somebody like that, like that, they like to be in control in all aspects of their life sexually, No, I don't. I like to be. I am a complete submissive. Yeah,

that's me, completely submissive. So there's really nothing like my lover, you know, really taking control and getting things started, and you know, even if it's just fucking my mouth for him to have a little dribble or something like that, just there's just nothing like it. If you had a choice, would you rather be the pursuer, the one that sexually gets things started? And I know there's times that you like to be reciprocated and being told or shown that

they're sexually into as well. There's nothing like the opposite person getting things started. Can't always be one sided, I know I do. I'm like, okay, why do I have to get things going? You know, not that I have to, but in the past it has come up in my head from time to time of why why why? Why? Why? And you know, so most of the time, would you rather be the person that is sexually in charge or hand the writings over? You know where I stand? What

about you? I really like to know? I think, well, you guys know, perfect place to end for the day. I want to thank you again for joining me next week. I you know this is gonna sound silly. I didn't really really realize it was September. My birthday is next week, so I am thinking about Usually I've never understood when somebody says I'm taking the month of September is my birthday?

Is my birthday month. I'm actually gonna try to embrace it, even though I'm not doing the whole frickin' month because you know, life and I'm just getting into the rhythm of really being home. So I think what you guys will probably have isn't isn't let me start again. You guys will have an episode. It'll be an old Patreon like I normally do if I take some time, so you're you guys will have an episode from last year

on Wednesday. Subscribers, you will still get new episodes on Friday my Patreon and Apple of course, and you still get erotic stories, so keep that in mind. So for the next two weeks, I'm gonna do a little me time and finish off the month. I think it's only two weeks left. God really, somebody said there's like fifteen something Saturdays or whatever days it is till Christmas. I was like, shush, shush, that's naughty words, so so naughty words.

Oh gosh, yeah, I'm ready to be nanny on my birthday? Who wants to celebrate with me? And in closing, Hello, lover, you know what I found sexy and hot? When you have me ry I do, and I can watch us through the mirror, watch me riding your cock. I could see your hands around my hips? Mmm? Can we do it again? I really want to what do you think? I really want to know? And until next time, ladies and gentlemen, have a fucking fabulous week.