The Pizza Guys Special Delivery

to sixty pounding. We're unpacking real life versions of that hit in box, one that proves sometimes fantasy bleeds into reality. Here's a few that you might your will hear. A drained woman orders pizza after back to back friends with benefits, opens the door with hard nipples full on display, and ends up bent over the couch getting relentlessly pounded by

the deliver guy. A pizza slinger knocks on a customer's door, finds a thick cock already hanging out of the boxers, drops to his knees, and gets rimmed, stretched and filled before the finishing his shift, and a couple times with a husband orgasm perfectly so the answered. The woman answers a door, naked and dripping with fresh cum. Then lets the stun delivery guy squeeze her sticky tits right on the doorstep. That and so so much more before we

gin Let's open this week's question. This question comes Confession comes from a listener who turned a simple pizza pickup into an all day public edging mission. Here's what she wrote, Dear Nikki, I've been hella horny lately, like I can't think straight levels and I decided to turn to the Internet for a fun masturbation task while picking up my pizza. Here's exactly how it played out. I dressed the part short skirt, tank top, pink, no bra panties at all.

My nipples were rack card. I edged myself before getting in the car, left my hand teasing my nipples the whole way. Quick finger session at the red light, then into the pizza parking lot. Another quick finger session at the counter. This guy kept staring at my chest. He had me wait so I could review him on the app. Back in the car, I pulled out my tits and edged hard, then drove the Starbucks drive through with fingers

back in my pussy the whole time. Ate the pizza with the family like nothing happened, still buzzing and unfinished. What can I say? App task hit a different when you're this worked up? I have never edged to go pick up a pizza. But here's a good question. What's the horniest public or risky masturbation task you've ever given yourself or been given while running everyday errands? And if you were the guy behind the counter staring at those hard nipples poking through that tight top, what would you

have done or said to keep the moment going? I'd really like to know. Well, okay, somebody just popped in popped right out. You know, you guys can stay And while you're thinking about your flies, here's today's riddle that sounds extremely dirty, but it is actually squeaky clean. And you, guys, I've heard this one before. I'll be surprised if you haven't. What is long, hard and full of seamen? And as usual, the answer is after the 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 some erotic fantasy from people just like you and me. Dear Nikki, I have to confess something that's been on my mind lately. I's been way too much my life watching absurd amount of horn. It's honestly where I got most of my education. I learned tricks, figured out what feels good and what doesn't, and yeah, it's it's set

some pretty unrealistic expectations along the way. Even now, with my sex Live picking back up, those scenes creep into my thoughts constantly. Lately, I've been feeling downright insatiable, always scanning for the next opportunity. I haven't jumped on every chance that comes my way, still rebuilding stamina after all. But last week one encounter pulled me straight back to my porn watching spots. A couple of my friends with benefits had just left. I was feeling completely drained, too

tired to cook. I ordered a pizza and waited, scrolling online admiring some truly impress of dicks in the app has to offer. Lost track of time, I was pretty compromised. When the door came a knock. I pulled myself together quickly opened up youngish, definitely legal delivery guy who actually's pretty attractive. My brain immediately flashed all those classics extra sausage scenarios, but I tried to shove them aside. Then, while I was fumbling for a tip, I caught him staring.

I followed his eyes and realized my nipples were hard and poking right through my thin blouse. I called him out on it, playfully, keeping things coy. He flirted back and forth, and suddenly I was genuinely curious what he might have to be packing under those shorts. As he started to leave, I turned up the charm, trying to keep him there longer. He was clearly into it, but he mentioned needing to get back to work. I suggested

he come for a quick break. He has a probably thinking it was a setup or I'd rob him or something. So I did the top a few buttons of my blouse, giving him a teasy glimpse of pale skin and the edge of my white lacy braw That got his attention. I reached out and lightly brushed him through his shorts. He froze, but didn't pull away. I could feel him getting hard fast under my touch, so I gave him my best seductive smile and told him he could come

in for extra compensation if you wanted. He mumbled something about losing his job, but I promised we could make it quick. While he stood there stunned, I slipped a condom from my purse, tucked it into his waist, pand and sauntered back inside, swaying my hips in the knee length skirt. That did it. I heard him curse under his breath and step inside, shutting the door behind him.

From there, things move fast. He inked his paints down, tore open the condom, and before I could fully turn around, he grabbed me, bent me over the arm of the couch, and hiked my skirt up. I gasped by, adding a little extra moan to make sure he knew I was all in. He rubbed me through my soak fannies and whimpered begged him to use me. The words were barely out before he lined up and thrust in deep with

one hard push. Any hesitation he had vanished. He flucked me relentlessly, pounding as fast and hard as he could. I clung to the couch arm, my feet practically lifting off the floor with each thrust. It was pleasure mixed with that sharp edge of pane, This total stranger I met five minutes earlier, turning me into his personal toy. It didn't take that long. He grabbed my hair yaked my head back hard enough to make me cry out loud enough I worried neighbors heard His breathing turned gragged.

He groaned, gripped tighter, and I felt his cock throbbing impulsing inside me as he came. God, that sensation was one of my favorites. I had a fleeting wish I'd let him skip the condom so I could feel him filling me up, warm and deep. He stayed buried for a moment after catching his breath, then slowly softened and pulled out. He apologized for finishing so fast, but I brushed it off, told him that all have pandemic pent

up energy. I pointed him to the bathroom to clean up, then scribbled my number on a scrap of paper and handed it over. He showed real promise. I want to see what he can do without the rush. He thanked me over and over, then bolted out the door almost as fast as he came in. I finally got to eat my pizza and went right back to browsing dick picks.

What can I say? Old habits die hard confessionally yours you know, I wonder if some people take I mean I wouldn't these days, but a delivery, you know, just hoping they can relive or live there porn fantasy. I mean I could see why, and I wonder how many actually have Well this person does, and these people tonight do a confession something like this, right, confessionally, have you ever heard back from the pizza boy yet? Did he text?

Or is he still shell shocked and hit scind have to do those porn inspired scenarios actually play out in real life for you? Or you do you usually live up to the fantasy or fall short. And those of us who are listening, what's the hottest real life meets porn trope moment you've ever had or wish you'd had? Delivery guy, repair man, stranger at the bar? Which cliche turns you on the most in reality? Would you have gone raw in the heat of the moment? Or is

the condom non negotiable when the fantasy screams otherwise? Mine's definitely a condom, but you know it's really amped to you. Dear Nikki back with I was twenty three and slinging pizzas for a living. One night I pulled up to the Skuy's place, knocked, and he answered the door, just in boxers and open robe, like he wasn't even trying to hide anything. He invited me inside to write out a check old school payment right sat down on the couch, and that's when I noticed his cock was straight up,

hanging out of his shorts, on full display. I couldn't help it. I smirked and said, is that my tip, while nodding right at his crotch. He just gave this slow, knowing smile, no denial, no embarrassment. That's was all the green Knight I needed. I dropped to my knees and tugged his stick from the rest away out and damn it was nice, semi hard, already thick but in heavy in my hand. I wrapped my lips around the head, started stroking and sulking, slow, letting the spit trip everywhere

to get a slick. It swelled up fast, grew to a solid eight inches, row, hard and throbbing. I worked it deeper, wetter, faster, feeling him tense like he was about to blow. But I wasn't ready for it to end yet. I pulled off, stood up, shoved my pants down and bend over the arm of his couch, ass up and ready. He got the message instantly. He stopped, pressed that spit slick cockhead right into my hull and started plushing. It was big, I was tight, no easy entry.

He didn't force it, though. Instead he dropped to his knees behind me, spread me open, and went to town, tonguing my ass while stroking my cock from below. Fuck it felt credible. I nearly came right there on his cushions from the rimming and the hand job combo. He got me dripping wet, even worked a finger in and out to loosen me up. When he stood again, it slid in smoother this time, a little burn at first, but

then I relaxed and he sank balls deep. Pretty Soon I was moaning like crazy, gasping as he pounded me hard and steady. He didn't last long after that. Grunted, buried himself and unloaded deep inside me. When the pulsing stop, he pulled out, spun me around, dropped to his knees, and returned the favor with one hell of a blow job. His finger stayed buried in my slick hole the whole time, his own load dripping down his wrist and arm while he sucked me off until I exploded down his throat.

We cleaned up with some tissues he grabbed, I buckled back up and told him to enjoy the pizza and have a good night, then headed out like nothing happened. Only later did it hit me I should have asked for a bigger tip, though honestly I can't imagine one bigger than the thick eight inches he left buried in my ass. What can I say? Sometimes the best deliveries come with extra sausage. You know, I didn't think these would be fun, but they're actually really really fun. You know,

you hear about them all the time. And again it goes back to in my head, I mean, do people really become delivery drivers to hopefully have an, you know, an instance like this, And how often does it really happen? I mean, we have people confessing right here, so I'm not going to deny it. I mean I read one way back when there is an Uber driver somewhere that in when you order fries and then you put something in the memo to know that you he knows you

know you want something extra, like extra sauce. Hmmm, if you were a delivery driver, would you do any of that? I'm kind of curious here, and the question for the unsignable did you ever deliver to that ass again? Any repeat tips or did it stay at one time in an legend? And how did the rest of your shift go after that? Could you even focus on your next orders?

I couldn't. I'd be hoping it was like the last one of the night, and then I'd be like, I mean, he's if I remember he's the boss, I'd be like, I'm out those of us that are listening. What is your hottest real life porn troop? I've already asked you delivery fantasies, bottoming for the customer, topping the driver, or something entirely else. Would you risk a quickie like this on the job? Or the thrill too high for the stakes for even this fantasy? I don't know if I'd

go with it. Maybe meet them in a different time, I don't know, hmm. But then again, I don't think i'd be the delivery drive. I would want the delivery. That's me though, Dear Nikki. Right before I was shipped off to the military, I was working at a Hungry Howie's slinging pizzas and trying to survive the shifts. One day, this new waitress named Jennifer started about five six fire

red hair, and it absolutely killed her body. There were other hot girls at this place, the bar crowd especially, always flirting hard for extra chips, no judgment, but Jennifer she stood out. For weeks. We barely spoke, no glances, nothing. Then one lunch break we ended up with the same schedule and she was sitting alone. I thought, fuck it, let's try sat down and started chatting, got her to open up and scored the ultimate young guy win her snapchat.

As more co workers piled in around the table, my phone buzzed. I opened it and there they were, her perfect perky tents, those cute puffy nipples, full on display, with a caption, I noticed you staring at me since I've been here. I slammed my phone face down, heart pounding, looking over, She's just smirking at me, instant hard on sledding bullets. Only five minutes left on bray after it ended, I finally calmed down enough to reply with a heart

eyed emoji's. She shot back, after work, take me home? I typed yes so fast, I nearly drop my phone fast forward to the end of the shift. I drive her home, but she directs me to a quiet parking lot near the bench. Surprised that she lives so close to water on pizza wages, but whatever park inch off her tongues down my throat Instantly, we scrambled to the back seat, close half on, half off. She's yanking my

pants down and I'm fumbling with hers. She's whispers I needed this so bad, then pulls my dick out and slaps it on her tongue while I slide fingers into her through her panties. She was drenched. My fingers guided right in every stroke, pulling moans from her mouth, wrapped around my now sloppy, spit covered cock head of my life hands down. Then she rides U up, slides her panties aside, and slowly sinks onto me. The second her tight pink pussy spreads around the tip, I lose it.

Came hard, moaning uh, but she doesn't stop, keeps bouncing, and somehow I get rock guart again inside her. We switch. She's on all floors and doggie my thumb pressing into her ass as she slams that thick, pale ass back against me. The wet cushing sounds with every thrust. Her moan's getting louder, pushing me deeper. About thirty seconds in, she reaches back between her legs, grabs my ball and that's it. I explode inside her. Right as she comes

to clenching around me, I slump back. She flips over, takes my now super sensitive dick in her mouth again. My whole body shakes, gripping her ass like it's the only thing keeping me grounded. As I swear, my soul leaves my body. What can I say? From zero to beach a lot cream pie in record time? Some coworker makeshifts unforgettable and she was I've never been on Snapchat and I don't know is it still I heard it wasn't still thing? Are we still sending nudes on Snapchat?

Just asking here question for you. Did you ever hook up with Jennifer again after that night or was it a one shift legend popular word we're using tonight before you left from the military, And how did it work the next day? Was it just awkward glances? Sorry I have the hoo cups of people or did you both play it cool? I'm love. Did you play it cool? Because you know you should be able to write I'd be a little awkward, but you know, look right and

those from listening? What is your wildest workplace hookup story? Coworker, customer, quick breakroom, quick gar thing hills are all welcome? Snapchats out of nowhere the hottest way to escalate a crutch? Or is it? We're too risky even for the frill and carss half clothes on have closed off? Are we really still fucking in pac seats? I'm too old for that shit. Though I have a jeep. I can put a mattress, lay the seats down. Is that considered pack seat? Hmm?

You guys can answer me that one. Dear Nikki, I have to confess this filthy little adventure my husband and I had recently. We're both huge exhibitionists, love fucking like animals, and love putting on a show for lucky or unlucky randos. We do it with food delivery. Sometimes I answered the door fully nude, or he rails me from behind the cracked door while I grab the bag. But this time, this time cranked it to a whole new level. We've been going at it for hours, sweaty, relentless, edging each

other like pros midfuck marathon. He got hungry, so we ordered a pizza. I kept teasing his cock, holding him right on the brink so he'd be ready to paint me. When the delivery guy arrived. He was running late and we were debating, just finishing and cleaning up, when bang the doorbell rings, ring one one moment, please ring two. Here I come, and right then my husband starts erupting, throwing thick ropes of hot comb all over my face,

tits driving onto my mouth. He slumps back on the couch, legs spread wide toward the door, his cock still rock hard and glistening, even though he's spent. I don't even wipe a drop, Just stretch of the door, fully naked, absolutely covered in his loan, and swing it open like he's the most normal thing in the world. The pizza eyes guys go wide in total shock, and then this amazed goofy smiles spreads across his face. He looks at me, dripping and come, then over at my husband lounging there

with his hard dick out, then back at me. He stammers as shaky hi to my husband clearly insecure but mesmerized. That's when I hit him with it. He like what you see? He nods dumbly, and I step closer. I want to touch without hesitation. He reaches out with both hands squeezes my cum slick tits, murmuring nice under his breath. His thumb circle my perky, sticky nipples, rubbing the fresh load around his lost and dream time stopped. He was completely zoned out in the best way. I finally thanked

him for the pizza and the grope. He thanked us profusely. We snagged his number, and who knows, we might call him for a round two someday. I loved every second of being his walking, wet dream. The only regret I wish I'd ask him to suck my cum covered tits right then, but he would have dropped to his knees and devoured them without a second thought. What can I say? Sometimes deliveries come with the best tip of all, A come filled life. Hello, come filled life. Now this is hot.

This is something I could see maybe doing, maybe or maybe, And I have actually had a confession like this a couple times. There's a guy that loved to fuck his wife and he would like open the curtains like when they would get it, would purposely order Amazon purposely, And I guess they lived in a big enough city where their tracking was so they could see. You can see where the truck is, you know, And he would crack the window just enough where the delivery driver could watch

all the action. And then sometimes she would crack the front door. I don't know how. I guess the furniture was situated where the front door looked right into their living room, and she would crack it enough where and she would sit in the chair and she would masturbate for the guy. So it does happen, I guess not. I mean, I've never been a delivery driver. But you know the timing of that com shot. I got to give you guys kudos for that one. That's pretty timed.

Have you ever texted the guy the pizza guy yet? Did he follow up first or her? Are you letting the anticipation build? And how did your husband feel watching another guy handle your cum covered tits? Turned on? Jealous or proud of the show. I'm gonna go with proud of the show. And side note, could you imagine the kid I'm picturing him now he's really tall and lanky, the kid that nobody would ever believe that this happened to. That's that guy that that old enough legal, he's legal

to be played with. But still he's that guy of the friends group that is going to gaming night with the guys, and there's no way he's gonna believe they're gonna believe them. So that's that's who I pictured. What is this is? Ever everybody's listening. What is the boldest exhibitionist delivery kink moment you've pulled off and come play in front of strangers? Hottest part of the visual show?

Touching permission or the risk of getting caught escalating further? Hmm, Spill your dirtiest secrets similar stories or yes to no for the tits suck you know in my DMS. Dear Nikki, I have to confess I've been feeling hella horny. I think this is a perfect place to stop for the night. Let's wrap up these stories and see what we can learn from each of them. First confession, the insatiable woman

her bent over the couch quickie. We learned that the rush of flipping a boring delivery into raw immediate filth is intoxicating, and that a little playful boldness can turn hesitation into hungry pounding in seconds. Condoms are smart, but that warm raw fantasy it still lingers the piece of

guy who got the ultimate tip. We learned that mutual hunger can flip rolls instantly, that a slow, rimmed and finger build up makes a thrust believen better, and that synmatic pleasure him swallowing while he's had his own load drips is perfection. The eighteen year old and the fiery

redhead waitress. We learned that a single bold snapchat can explode in quite a crush into urgent carsacks, that quick chemistry let you recover and go again, and that the raw urgency of right now often makes it hotter than a long session and the exhibitionist couples come covered doorstep show. We learn that perfect timing and zero shame turn a mundane moment into a pure power play theater, that casual confidence while dripping is ultimate dominance, and that the only

regret is not pushing the lucky stranger even further. And the answer to the night's riddle a submarine. I told ya, it's an oldly but a gooddy I like it. You know, kind of wanted subway tonight. I didn't though, And that's all for this episode, My dirty, filthy darlings, Stay horny, stay safe, and keep those confessions coming. Thanks for listening. I'll see you again tomorrow night