Speaker 1: Welcome back to Nieki after Dark, your favorite late night
escape for raw, unfiltered confessions and the filthiest true stories
you overhear. I'm your host, Nikki, and tonight we're diving deep.
Imagine dropping to your knees in a bathroom at your
friend's engagement party, only to discover the stranger on her
knees has a bigger mouth bigger than her face. In
Zero Limits, a sweet, sheltered Southern Indian girl finally breaks
free and shows up to her new office job wearing
basically nothing and ends up becoming the entire team's personal fucktoy.
And an uber ride takes a wild turn when a
protective hand on the driver's chest leads to fingers deep
inside her while she's still trying to drive. Those are
our stories and more are coming up right now on
NIFA to Dark, And before we get into tonight's quest confessions,
Woo tongue tied, I want to throw some questions at you.
We've heard a lot about risky public and semi public
cookups lately, but let's talk about something else. What's one
sexual fantasy you have that you've never told a single
partner and why do you think you're still keeping it
a secret. And if your current partner suddenly said they
wanted to explore one of your deepest, darkest kings with
zero judgment, would you actually go through with it or
would the fantasy lose its power once it became real.
Drop your answers below, or you can email them into
me at Nikki and Ikky at darniki dot com, anonymously
through the website at darniki dot com under the confession tab,
and you can always just join us over on our
discord channel for a live free live reshows. I'm tongue
tied because of those two Monday through Saturday eight pm
Central Standard Time, and come meet other sex floridives just
like yourself. Can you hear them? I'm curious? Oh wow? Good.
I mean, I know it filters out, but I was
hoping it's not distracting for you, that's all. It's distracting
for me, that's right. Damn sure, oil not getting any
carrots retreats when I get done, that's for sure. Okay,
it's time for our riddle. A woman shoots her husband,
holds him underwater for several minutes, then hangs them. That night,
they go out for a lovely dinner. How is that possible?
Think about that answer. I know it's not sexy, but
I liked it, so it's in. Think about your answer,
and as always, it'll be at the end of 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 fantasies. Frown people just like you
and me, Dear Nikki. I have to confess something wild
that happened a couple months ago. My best friend through
his engagement party at a cozy rooftop venue downtown. Drinks
were flowing, music was bumping, and everyone was in a
great mood. I showed up with my girlfriend and we
were having a blast catching up with the crowd. At
one point, one of the bride's to bees friends sauntered
over to us. This tall, stunning blonde about five nine,
with an athletic tone body and perky, full breast and
a thick, juicy ass that looked incredible in her tight
little black dress. She leaned in with a flirty smile
and said, sorry, but she's way out of your league.
I laughed and asked what she meant. She looked me
up and down and replied, she's just so stunning. You
must be acking something serious to keep her around. My
girlfriend overheard and grinned, chiming in with, well, you're not
wrong about that. Before we all laughed it off and
kept parting. Later that night, I headed to the restroom
hallway and was waiting my turn when I heard a
sultry voice behind me. Hey, mister pickdick, it was her.
I turned around and she stepped closer, I sparkling, So
tell me just how big is it? Right then the
bathroom door opened. I looked at her, smirked and said,
come find out. I stepped inside, and she followed, locking
the door behind us with a click that made my
pulse race. She dropped her knees instantly, eagerly, unbuckling my
belt and yaking my dress, pants and boxers down. As
more and more of me came out, her mouth fell
open in a genuine shock. It finally sprang free. It
slept heavily against her pretty face. Oh my god, it's
bigger than my face, she whispered, and wrapped both hands
around the thick shaft. No wonder, your girl can't get enough.
Then she started licking and kissing the tip like she
was starving for it. What followed was the hottest blow
jobs I've ever had. She took me deep, gagging and
drooling as she forced over half of me down her throat,
which was seriously impressive. She spat all over it, sucked
my balls while stroking me with both hands, and kept
slapping my heavy cock against her cheek and tongue. She
looked completely lost in it, eyes watering, but hungry for more.
When she felt me throbbing clothes, she doubled down, sucking
harder and pumping with both fists. I couldn't hold back.
I exploded down her throat, flooding her mouth with everything
I add. She kept those deep blue eyes locked on
mine the whole time, swallowing every drop like it was
her favorite drink. After she kept sucking gently until she
milked me completely dry. Finally, she pulled out, wiped the
stray drop from her chin, and smiled. Your come tastes
amazing too, I'm actually jealous of her. She gave my
cock a few more soft kisses. I straightened up and
slipped back out to the party like nothing happened. The
rest of the night We acted totally normal, but every
time our eyes met across the room, I felt that
dirty little secret spark again signed the throat filled secret
at the rooftop party? Was this you? This sounds like
something you would do, Captain. I'm just saying, this just
sounds like something you would run in. This was very
deliciously naughty, though ah quick, filthy bathroom hook up at
someone else's engagement, celebraty, very risky, very risky especially, It's
just risky, risky as hell, but clearly unforgettable. The chemistry
of her and the bold confidence made it extremely hot.
Questions for my author how did it feel seeing her
the rest of the night any more tension or near missus?
And would you do it again if the chance came up?
I kind of feel like that's a stupid question, but
you know we have to ask. And listeners, what do
you think of Blackbeard's confession? Hot, un harmless fun are
playing with fire? Drop your confessions below in the chat,
or you can always follow the show links for more information.
Wasn't you huh? Are you sure the things you do?
I mean, like last night you had your slave sucking
your cock while listening to me? Are you sure this
isn't you, and yes he did. I've seen the video
evidenced ladies and gents, and he's at work. I'll try
to listen. So this is what you're missing when you're
not live, just saying, dear Nikki, I need to confess
something I've been carrying inside for months. I'm still ashamed,
but every time I remember it, my heart pounds and
heat rushes through my body. I grew up as the
classic good southern Indian girl, head always down, obedient, silent.
At home, I was covered from head to toe. Every outfit,
every friend, every move controlled by my strict, orthodox family.
The pressure felt like it was slowly suffocating me. Then
I landed a good job at a fast paced startup
far from home. It felt like a cage door finally
swung open. I convinced my family to let me move,
and the moment I stepped into that new city, the
suppressed girl inside me woke up starving. I went shopping,
bought everything. I secretly craved short skirts, tight tops, crop tops,
anything that would show off my body. I wanted to
be seen. I wanted men to look at me with
raw desire. I wanted to be the center of every phantasy.
Now that I was free, I was done hiding. From
the very first day in that casual start up was
zero dress code. I started dressing to turn heads, tight
clothes that clung to my curbs and left almost nothing
to the imagination. The guys noticed immediately, flirting, eye fucking me,
finding excuses to brush my bare arms, waist, and thighs.
Their attention made me tripping wet. I loved it. The
more skin I showed, the boulder I became, their stairs
grew darker, hungrier like. They didn't just want to fuck me,
they wanted to own and use me. It scared me,
but it turned me on so much I couldn't stop.
I kept pushing it further. One morning, I decided to
go all out. I wore a skin colored brawl and
matching tight skin colored shorts that hugged me every inch.
Six inches of my smooth mid drift were completely bare.
My arms, shoulders, and thighs were fully on display. The
outfit was so close to my skin tone that I
looked almost naked. As I walked through the office. Every
step made my hip sway. I felt powerful, seductive, and
dangerously exposed. The second I stepped in the whole floor
went quiet. Then the stairs hit me like fire, intense, predatory,
and full of pure lust. That was the day everything changed.
They stopped seeing me as the hot new girl and
then started seeing me as their personal fuck toy, signed
the office toy. I like the slow rebellion. It's not
something I would bring to the office, not like this.
There are other ways to show that you could be
sexy and desirable without showing all that all of a sudden,
pretty soon there's you know, because of this, there's going
to be no casual days anymore. I would love to
see it, but I'd be pissed off that I couldn't
dress casually sexy because of something like this. This would
piss be awfu way. I'm sorry it would, But kudos
to her for trying that. I actually really like it.
Not jelly at all, just not me that deliver it
almost naked outfit. Yeah, you knew exactly what you were
inviting questions for my author What happened the first time
they actually touched or used you? Did it happen and
how far did it go? Did it stay secret or
become a regular office thing? And do you still work there?
And does the memory still make you wet. Listeners, be honest,
would you have stopped at the stage or pushed it
even further? I do need a part two the story.
I agree with mister Blackbeard. I need a part too.
I need to know if you became the office toy
being bounced around, especially in upper management, that would be hot.
I could see her making up the upper management, not
just depending where she was hired. Dear Nikki, I need
to confess that still fox with my head. I met
her at a crowded bar downtown last month. She was studying, confident, flirty,
and clearly on a mission. She kept biting her lip,
leaning in close, whispering dirty little things like you have
no idea how badly I need this tonight. The chemistry
was instant and electric, I mean bard. It made it
back to her place before the dress hit the floor.
She was pulling me toward the couch like she couldn't
wait another second. She dropped her knee, took me into
her mouth, then climbed on top and guided my cock
inside her with desperate, hungry gasp. We were sweaty, moaning mess,
body slamming together, her nails digging into my back as
I fucked her harder. Right as I was ball steep
pounding her. She wrapped her legs tight around me and
whispered against my ear s, don't like my husband. I
froze hard, hammering cock buried to the hilt inside her.
She just smiled wickedly and kissed me and added, he's downstairs.
He knows. Just don't stop, And I didn't. I fucked
her even harder, climbing my hand of her mouth to
muffle her moans while she came again and again underneath me.
Your pussy clinched tight, all while her husband was right
below us, probably hearing every wet slap and gasp. When
I finally filled her up, she whispered, he'll ask me
about it later, he alas does. I still don't know
how I feel about it. She waited until I was
already inside her to drop that bomb. If she told
me before, I probably would have walked away. Am I
that asshole for finishing anyway? Signed balls deep in a
married woman? Why can I see you doing all of these?
I'm just saying, black Beard, No, not in the slightest shit.
You feel like an asshole at like zero zelch The
husband knew len person knows you and you're getting to
fuck her, So who shut the fuck up and fuck her?
Am I wrong on this? Yeah? I mean you're there,
she tells you her husband downstairs to be quiet, and
he knows, and you guys talk about it afterward, So
what's the big deal? I mean, I think it would
kind of kink it up, but it sounds like it
did actually, but I can understand why maybe she didn't.
I'm sitting here tossing around my head. La la la,
la la. I mean if a husband and I was,
you know, married or whatever, and and he knew, so
it just sounds like maybe he had to go to
work early, just don't wake him up. That's what kind
of sounds like it. I don't know. Don't feel like
an asshole. Whatever they get, you got laid questions for you.
Did you ever meet the husband afterward or see her again?
And did the he knows part make it hotter for you?
Or straight guilt? It sounds like a little guilty here.
Would you go back if she texted I'm thinking he would?
What about you? Would you go back and listeners? Would
you have pulled out and left or kept going like
he did? Yeah? I know you would you didn't. You
don't even have to answer this, I know you'd go
back drop your confessions below or judgment. I'm what definitely
reading this one. You can send them to Nikki and
Ikky at dar niki dot com, anonymously through the website
at dear Niki dot com under the confessions tab, or
you can always join me over on Discord Live Monday
through Saturday, eight pm Central Standard Time. Come join your
other sexplortives just like yourself, Dear Nikki. I'm a thirty
nine married woman. I have to confess something that's been
consuming me lately or over the past few days chatting
with different men online. I've unlocked a brand new cheek
that makes me wet just thinking about it. I fantasize
walking up to a complete stranger, specifically a married man
in a bar, parking lot, hotel, hallway, anywhere, and dropping
to my knees without saying a single word. I want
to pull out his cock stroking with both hands, or
wrap my lips around him and let him use my
face until he explodes all over it, thick ropes of
cumb painting my cheeks, lips, and chin while he looks
down at me. With that guilty hunger stare. Then he
can just zip up, go straight back to his wife
like nothing happened. Empty balls on my face as his
dirty little secret, no names, no conversation, just raw anonymous release.
The thought of being his secret comeslate for five minutes
and then disappearing makes me throb. I know it's filthy,
but I can't stop touching myself to it. Signed the
Silent married Man facial slut. I mean, this is great
in fantasy. But here's the thing. I think if I
was guy, and I'm gonna ask you this because I
alrea think things, so Captain, if I was a dude,
I would totally think she's a nut job and go no, no, no,
no no no. But as a dude, do you have
like that reflex of Oh, I don't know, but hey,
free float job. I'm asking. I'm asking one man. He's
going to answer for all of you. If he's there,
he's probably working, so we're gonna move on. Oh he's diving.
Questions from my author, when did you realize this fantasy
was turning you on so much? Have you ever come
close to actually doing it? Or is it still safely
in fantasyland for now and would you want him to
be rough, gentle or completely silent too? Okay, so you
heard the story or no, we may not get an
answer out of Campton. Okay, woman has a fantasy of
just falling to her knees to any married guy in
a hotel, parking lot, anywhere wherever he is, and just
suck him off, no names, whatever, I say, My little
bells would be going off. But I'm a girl and
that's how I I just I'm leary on things like that, honestly,
not that they hampled to me every day, but as
a dude, if a woman and you were walking down
the hotel hall, because that was one she pointed out,
and a woman just came out to you, dropped your
knees unzipped, you pulled you out, wanted to su you know,
names nothing? Are you four in it? Or you can
think she's a little crazy? Yeah, Because here's the question
for you guys, married men, would you let a sexy
stranger drop and drain you like that? And ladies, how
would you feel if you found out? And single ladies,
does this fantasy hit you too? Drop your thoughts and
confessions below and follow the links for more information. Yeah,
it just it just it just has too many red
whistles going on. You know. For me, I might go, oh,
he's attractive, and then kind of act like I'm texting
on my phone's always with me, act like I'm texting,
and say, you know, I'm going to go back to
my room and I really want to hit the bar
here in a second, I need to grab something from
my room. I'll text you back and act like I'm
kind of talking on my phone, and then maybe he'll
catch the hint. Maybe he's JOHNK. Probably not, Dear Nikki.
I'm a twenty two year old girl with a confession
that makes me blush and throb at the same time.
I absolutely love fucking married men, especially the ones who
are father's. If a gute guy tells me he's single,
my interest vanishes instantly. But the second I see a
wedding ring, hear him mention his wife or talk about
his kids, I get soaked. I just want him to
use me. I love being the secret outlet for all
their pent up frustration. I want them to do every nasty,
kinky thing their wives won't allow. I don't want romance
or a relationship. I just want to be their dirty
friend who drains their balls and helps them go home happier.
No strings, just relief. Last week it happened again. I
met a married dad who couldn't stop talking about his family.
We snuck away. I dropped to my knees like an
eager sleigh. I am ate his ass, licked his taint
and balls, and took his thick married cock down my
throat until my eyes watered. I deep throwned him until
he exploded, shooting every drop straight into my stomach. When
he finished, he slapped his wet cock across my face
a few times, kissed me roughly, and left to pick
up his wife and daughters from the mall. I stayed there, smiling,
tasting him on my tongue, already craving the next one.
Signed married dad's secret throat slut. I could see this.
But here's the thing. Usually those men sometimes end up
the ones that are falling for you, because you're fulfilling
every sexual fantasy even happens on the lines. Just saying
it does. They get very attached, and that's okay. We
had to remind them it's just a fantasy. But I
would if you were in my life. The thrill of
the being there bidden release valve for married men, especially dads,
was seriously intoxicating. That mix of service, filth and zero
emotional attachment makes it dangerously addictive. Questions from my author,
what's the hottest things his wife won't do? Act you've
let a married man do to you? Do you ever
worry about getting caught or catching feelings? Or does the
risk just make it hotter? And how do you usually
find these married guys? Married guys? Are you can just like?
What's the throat? Throats? Like throwing a stone and a
fishbowl in that kind of one is or something like
that swing a dead cat? I haven't never heard that one. Hmm. Okay, Listeners,
married men especially does knowing a young woman like her
wants you for exactly this turned you on? And wives,
how would you feel if you discovered your husband had
a secret helper like this? And single ladies, does this
king speak to you too? Drop your confessions below. I'm listening,
and I'm not shocked at all because I actually did this.
So there was a period in my life where I
wasn't looking for anything. I was just and I attracted
Dad's like a hot and magnet. So I had not
a lot, but it's always nice to be picked up on.
But there was two. Remember the one with the Craig
Kray wife or ex wife. There's that one and then
the other one where he was definitely looking for and
no strings attached kind of thing. So there was two.
I can be at times. It's funny. Sometimes you don't
think about something until you hear a story that remind
you of something. Yeah, I can be naughty like the
song right maybe Danny Ki. I need to confess my
dirty session with Gangbangs. Organizing good one isn't easy. Flakes,
no shows, last minute excuses, so I've learned to schedule
as many guys as possible. The more the better. I
love the chaos of having a whole line up ready
for me. Nothing turns me on more than being in
the middle of it, legs spread or my knees while
one guys balls deep inside me or down my throat,
and I can turn and look over and see the
others standing waiting their turn, stroking themselves, eyes locked on me,
cocks hard and impatient. The second one guy finishes and
pulls out another steps from right end. No breaks, no downtime,
just constant hands and mouths and cocks using every hole
I crave that overwhelm, used up, feeling covered and comb
tripping from multiple loads while fresh guys keep rotating in
the anticipation in their eyes as they watch me get
around makes me come even harder signed the gang bang
lineup slut. This is very common shore. Well. When I
speak to the few of the people that like set
up shoots or content as it's called in the in
our world or in this world, they say for every
like five guys, two will show up. You know, so
like if you invite ten, you're lucky. You're not gonna
get fifty percent. You mayn't get like three, maybe maybe
four show up because I mean, like they said, the
excuse is just the blanking on it. And so it's
very hard usually to get a gang bang going or
when that's scheduled. I've heard all the stories. It's it's
a nightmare. I would not want to go, Okay, we're
going to shoot a gang bang for money and to
show up. I'm like, well, we got a MMF questions
for my author, what's the biggest group you've successfully pulled
off and how many guys ended up showing up? Do
you prefer them taking turns in a specific order or
just a pure free for all once it starts. Any
favorite waiting room moments that still get you it and listeners?
Be honest, guys, have you ever been part of a
gang bang lineup like this waiting your turn while watching girls?
Does the idea of being passed around with extras on
the deck turn you on? Or is it too much?
Drop your confessions or fantasies in the chat or email
them to me at Nikki in Ikky at Dearniki dot com,
anonymously through the website at darniky dot com under the
confessions tab, and don't forget join us over on our
Discord channel Monday through Saturday for live for live shows
that are ad free and meet other sex Floridas just
like yourself. Dear Niki, I have to tell you something.
For my years working offshore on oil drilling rigs, the
industry is full of big, rough, alpha guys, mostly Bubba
from Texas, Louisiana, Mississippi, Alabama, who dip tobacco like Copenhagen
or Skull because smoking areas are a pain and the
brakes are short. Every morning, I'd open my tin of
Copenhagen long cut stroke out a thick load of cumb
right there onto it, and mix it nice and slow.
It gave me the dip a warm, slippery kick, and
kept it perfectly moist the night head out for my
twelve hour shift with my special tin in my pocket.
Throughout the day, these massive straight rig workers would walk
up and ask, hey, man, can I get a pinch
s mile inside? And watched them scoop a fat pinch
of my come lace tobacco, tuck it in their lip,
and start working. They had no idea they were sucking
my load along with a nicotine might come slowly mixing
with their spit as they stood there talking or working
right next to me. The next morning, I'd use the
mental images of those same tough guys of my come
in their mouths as fuel to pump out a fresh,
even bigger load into the new ten. It became my
favorite secret ritual the entire time I was out there,
signed your come dipped rigshare, Holy cow, oh this like
this is almost up there. Like say you're out a
camp or something somewhere where you're somehow got hold of
your your enemy's toothbrush and you shoved it up your
pussy or by Someone told me once they shoved it
up there around their ass and then they put it back.
I don't know how they got it. I didn't ask,
I didn't want to know, but I kind of thought, well,
that's the way to get back at somebody. But interesting.
Putting your cum and coal and sharing it with sharing
is caring, right? Oh, this is so stealthy king and
secretly feeding your cum straight into alpha oil rig workers
every single day. The power of knowing that they're tasting
new without realizing it is a seriously twisted and hot
in its own filthy way. Though I don't advise it
because I just don't advise it. It's not safe, but
it is kind of kinky, I'll give him that. Questions
from my author Did any of the guys ever comment
that your dip tasted different or better? Did you ever
get close to getting caught? And do you still get
off thinking about specific guys who took multiple pinches over
the years, and gentlemen, be honest, would you lose your
mind if you found out later what was in that
ten or does the idea secretly turn you on? Anyone
else have weird workplace com kinks? Drop your confessions below
in the show and links, or in the chat. I'm
definitely shocked and intrigued by this one. I I, yeah,
this will be on my mind as much as the
the ammo oil gun oil as the gun oil say.
I couldn't think of the word Dear Nikki. I need
to tell you what's been happening the last couple of months.
I'm fifty seven year old man, and I've been secretly
fucking my longtime co worker's twenty two year old son.
My mate and I have worked together for years. One day,
he opened up to me about his son coming out
as bisexual. I played it cool, reassured him it was
no big deal in today's world. All on my mind
was racing years ago. I sucked one of my own
mate's cocks when I was younger, and ever since I
fantasized about going further with a guy. I'm married to
a woman and we barely have sex anymore, so the
urge had been building for a long time. I messaged
the lad just to say well done for coming out.
He's a good looking boy, so I flirted a little
and he flirted right back. I offered to pick him
up for a proper chat. Next day, as soon as
he got in the car at tension was thick. I
mentioned how little action I get at home being married,
and he straight up said that's a shame. I'd suck
him most nights. I told him i'd let him, and
without hesitation, he asked me to pull it out. I did.
He took my cock in his young mouth, right there
in the passenger seat. I hadn't been that raw card
in years. While he sucked me, I reached back and
fingered his tie. I couldn't hold back. I pulled over
into some quiet woods, walked him deeper among the trees
and told him to bend over. I forced my thick
cock into his ass. God, it was so tight. He
was moaning and screaming, oh fuck. As I grabbed his
waist and railed him hard. I pounded him like I
wanted to do to a man for decades. I filled
his ass with a massive load to come. Since that day,
I've been fucking him regularly on the sly every time.
It feels just as filthy and exciting. Signed secretly breathing
my mates by son, Hello, secretly breathing, how are you?
The instant escalation from flirty car ride to raw beaarback
in the woods? Did you take gun Isle? Just asking?
That mix of long suppressed by curiosity, the age gap,
the risk of it being your friend's son makes this
confessional really hot. I do like the taboo of it
right there, the whole my friend's son, but I don't
give a shit. I and he might cock sucked and hello,
how are you? I thought it was hot anyway? Questions
from my author, How does it feel knowing you're doing
this behind your mate's back? Does the taboo make it harder?
And what's the riskiest place or a moment you fucked him?
Since has he asked you to be rougher or try
anything new? And to my listeners, be honest, gentlemen who
have ever been with younger guys? Does the mate's son
element cross a line for you or make it even better?
Anyone else hiding a similar ongoing sacred fling dropped your
confessions below. I'm listening and quite roused. Dear Nikki. I
have one of those most intense had to masturbate right
now moments I've ever had. I was sitting in class
one afternoon when out of nowhere, a huge wave of
horniness hits me hard, hormones going wild or whatever it was,
but I couldn't focus on anything. I kept squeezing my
thighs together under the desk, trying to get some relief,
but it only made me wetter. My nipples got so
stiff and sensitive they were aching. Thank god I had
layered a thin spaghetti strap tank under my darker shirt,
Otherwise everyone would have been seen them poking through like crazy.
The second class ended, I knew I needed to be alone.
The bathrooms were too risky and noisy, so I practically
power walked to the university library. My soap panties were
rubbing against my pussy with every step, the wetness both
annoying and turning me on even more. It was later
in the evening, so the upper floors were pretty quiet.
I found a cubicle with a solid behind me and
a decent view of anyone approaching. I pulled out my laptop,
angled the screen so no one could peek, and slipped
one headphone in and started a hot poorn no video.
I was wearing a mid thigh summer skirt, perfect for
what I needed. I slid my hand under it and
felt my panties. They were absolutely drenched. I rubbed my
fingers up and down my slit through the soak fabric,
spratting my juices, teasing my clit. Every now and then,
I'd squeeze and pump perfect tits through my top, feeling
my thick, hard nipples bagging for attention. My heart was
racing the whole time, terrified someone would walk by and
catch me. I kept teasing until I couldn't hold back
any more. My body started jerking uncontrollably as I came hard,
legs clamped around my hand, bent forward in the chair,
breathing deep and heavy to stop myself from out loud.
When I finally pulled my hand out, it was glistening
and smelled sweet. I quickly cleaned up in the bathroom,
but I was still throbbing with need. I rushed home,
threw my bag down, stripped off my skirt and drenched panties,
popped my tits out of my tank top and bra
and grabbed my favorite silky cushion. I shoved it between
my legs and rode it like a desperate slut, hard,
rough and fast. I came three or four more times
that night, grinding and humming until my pussy was sore
and exhausted. Only then could I finally shower and collapse
on to bed. Even now, that sudden, uncontrollable horniness still
hits me hard. Sometimes it's both the best and most
distracting curse. Signed library cubicle and a cushion rider. I
have to say there are days, but since I work
for myself, I can stop it pretty my nine percent
of the time, say ninety five and go knock one
out and come back doing what I was doing. Most
of you guys aren't able to do that, and I
understand that the risky part of public masturbation in the
library followed by a wild cushion riding session at home.
I want My question is when you ride the cushion
is do we have like the the nohet spot or
something like that down not to drench your pillow or
is it a special pillow that we hump. Just kidding,
Just kind of curious over here question for you besides
that one, what's the most public or risky place you've
ever had to masturbate because the horniness hit hard? Did
you still get those sudden overwhelming waves often? And do
you have any go to emergency techniques when you're out.
I don't I don't be honest, ladies, what's your wildest
had to touch myself right now? Story? And gentlemen, have
you ever caught or almost caught someone in the act
like this? Drop your confessions below. I'm all ears and
majorly turned on a work call. You missed two confessions.
Black bear is working and he's been drowned by work
calls during this Monday. These get put up on Monday. Yeah,
this will be up on Monday. That way, start your day, good,
start the week, corny, right, Danny Gee, I have to
tell you what happened. After a long day of sight
seeing in a new city. I ordered an uber back
to my hotel. When it pulled up, the back seat
was full of boxes, so I hopped in the front.
The driver was a cute college girl in her early twenties,
wearing a tight white tank top that barely contained her big,
full tits. We started chatting and she told me she
just moved to town for school. She apologized for the
masks in the back. I told her I got it moving, socks.
Traffic suddenly came to a dead stop and she slammed
on the brakes. Out of instinct, I threw my arm
across her chest to keep from her lurching forward. My
hand landed on her soft, heavy tits. After we both
caught our breath, I started to pull away, but she
grabbed my wrist and placed my hand back on her chest,
looking at me those big innocent eyes. Then she reached
over started rubbing my growing bolts. Thank you for being
so protective, she whispered. Traffic started moving again. She pulled
my hand down between her legs while she drove. I
slipped my fingers into her panties and started rubbing her
wet pussy. She spread her thighs as wide as she could,
moaning softly while trying to keep the car straight. It
was reckless of hell, but neither of us cared. When
we reached by motel, I told her to drive to
the underground parking instead of d looking off at the front.
The second she parked, I yanked her tank top down,
letting those big tits spill out. I sucked on her
hard nipples while fingering her deep and fast. Her thighs
started shaking, and she came hard all over my hand,
soaking my fingers. She wanted to return the favor. She
leaned over, pulled my cock out, and took me straight
down her throat. It felt incredible. I spanked her ass,
squeezed her tits while she bobbed on me. When I
was about to come, I tapped her ass to warn her,
but she just grabbed my balls and shoved me deeper.
I exploded down her throat, and she swallowed every drop
of cumb, sucking me clean until I was empty. We
sat there, catching our breath, both satisfied. I told her,
since she's new in town, I'm only here for a
few days, we should meet up again. She gave me
her number with a big smile and said yes immediately.
Later that night, I was lying in bed horny again
just thinking about her. I texted her and she replied
on my way signed Uber Pussy and Throat Ride. Okay,
I'm gonna need a part two again. She was such
a good girl. What do you mean, patroon plug? Oh
for me? Oh duh, it's my Friday ladies and chips. Duh.
I get what he's said. Oh lord, yeah, I'm cute.
Damn it. I like this. From turning a normal Uber
ride into a full on risky car play. I like this.
I have to say, though, I've never had any sexy
uber drivers that not even a pervy thought popped in
my head like zero, zilch none. The closest one came
when I was in Arkansas that I I'm blushing of Captain.
This is why I hide the chat. Captain, Now I
forgot what I was saying. Okay, No, he was taking
me to the airport from when I was at a
at a party that I was invited to about two
years ago. He was kind of hot for some reason.
I don't know why. I don't know why, but he was.
I don't remember much about him, but I remember thinking,
do you bad I have to be at the airport
so early? I dre ender having that thought. Okay, ladies,
would you have let the passenger finger you while you drive? Nope,
I'm a nervous driver. And gentlemen, have you ever had
an uber or lift turned sexual? Drop your own stories
or fantasies below in the chat, or you can email
them him to me at Nikki and ikk Y at
dear naked dot com, anonymously through the website at dear
naked dot comment, or the confession stab. Also, if you
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throwing that out there, but if you want to listen live,
you're more than welcome to over on Discord Monday through
Saturday eight pm Central Standard Time. Yeah, I am that way.
I would rather set up my gate for two hours
or three hours and know that I'm there then. Especially
International International freaks me out. I like when they've now
started flying it through Saint Louis to Heathrow NonStop. Now
there's one flight a day that does it, and most
of them have connections. Well I know coming back from
Heathrow the connecting flight. Never have it less than two
and a half hours through Dallas or Chicago forget it.
But the last flight I was on, I don't know
if you guys know this for international anyway, that they're
trying to start where you don't have to go down
to the luggage, collect your luggage, go through customs again,
and then go back through like a normal passenger through
the front. You actually stay gateside, so like custom comes
up to the gate and they wave you right through.
So I don't know, that's the last time I came home.
I don't know if it's been implemented or not. Be
nice to know, though, Dear Nikki, I have a confession.
What happened this past weekend with my girlfriend Emma. We've
only been official for a short while, but she's making
up for lost time in the hottest ways. Emma is thirty,
petite at five four, one hundred and twenty pounds, with
thirty thirty four b tits in a firm round ass.
She's been building in the gym. She looks a lot
like a lonat tall, an innocent face but a body
built for sin. We drove out to a quiet river
spot about an hour from the city. I fished while
she were relaxed on a blanket reading. A couple of hours,
we height to one of my favorite secluded holes, a
beautiful stretch of water with almost no foot traffic and
must better blanket and a sunny clearing. While I waded in.
About an hour later, she called down that my grandma
had phoned, needing a quick sink prepare. I started packing up,
but when I climbed the bank, Emma gave me that look,
you look so fucking hot out air fishing, she said,
pulling me in for a deep kiss. I grabbed her
ass with both hands, and she giggled, complaining about my
fish slime, before handing me sanitizer. Once my hands are clean,
I squeezed her ass again, and she moaned, we don't
have to rush off. I don't think anyone's coming down
that trail. I told her to lie down. She was
wearing a light green leggings and a black crop top
with no bra. Her nipples were clearly visible. When I
slid my hand between her legs, she whispered, I'm not
wearing any panties. I wanted you to fuck me out here.
I nearly lost it. I pulled her leggings halfway, freed
my cock and it straddled right there on the blanket.
Emma rode me like a woman possessed, sliding all the
way up till just the head was inside, then slamming
back down, grinding her clit against me. Her poky tits
bounced as she used me for her pleasure. She came
hard the first time, pussy clenching around me while the
breeze hit her bare skin. Then she looked at me
with pure lust and said, now use me fuck your
little cumbslut and filled me up. I flipped her over,
pulled her ass up, and pounded her deep and hard.
She came twice more, once while I fucked her, and
again while rubbing her clit as I unloaded every drop
deep inside her. When I pulled out, she mutely rolled
over and took my messy cock in her mouth and
cleaned up every drop of our mixed juices off of me.
She'd never done that before, and it was insanely hot.
We got dressed, drove to my grandma's. Emma refused to
clean up, saying she loved the feeling of my cum
leaking out of her. Twenty minutes later, we were back
in the truck and she grabbed my hand, shoving it
into her leggings so I could feel how soaked and
creamy she still was. Your load is dripping everywhere, and
it's making me horny again, she whispered. We barely made
it back to my place before I had her bent
over the bed, fucking her again. I gave her two
more loads that night, and she fell asleep beside me
with cumbs still leaking out of her. She told me
I could tell you about this because it turned her
on so much thinking about other people hearing it signed
the river Bank cream pie boyfriend. Yeah, you'd had to
have you sanitizing your fucking hands before you touch me
on my pussy too. I'm backing her up on that one.
Oh risky outdoor sex, the no panty surprise, Emma going
from sweet girlfriend to dirty talking cumslat in the middle
of nature. Middle of nature, nature does the hottest things
when people are horny. I think questions for you, though,
has Emma ever gotten bolder since this river trip? What
is the hottest thing she said or did and surprised
you the most? And he plans to take her back
to that same spot or somewhere even riskier And listeners, couples,
have you ever had spontaneous outdoor sex like this? Ladies?
Would you go panty free on a hike hoping to
get fucked? And gentlemen, has your girl ever surprised you
by turning into a total comslut mid date? Drop your
answers below or follow the show links for more information.
Who this was very very interesting. I liked this episode
from the bold bathroom stranger at the engagement party who
deep throated her life depend upon it to the once
sheltered good girl who turned herself into an office comeslot
to that reckless uber ride that ended with a swallowed
load in the parking garage. Tonight's stories have all been
about the common one thing, desire that simply wouldn't be denied.
What can we learn? Sometimes the hottest mopens happen when
we stop overthinking and just give in to the heat
of the second. Whether it's risking in public, breaking free
from years of repression, or turning a random car ride
into pure porn. The body often knows what it wants
long before the brain catches up. Stay safe, take stay consensual,
and don't be afraid to chase that rush. And now
it's time for our riddle. Answer. Okay, are you ready?
A girl meets a fascinating man. Oh, hang on, this
is not the one I said, hang on, I gotta
go back and look they give me as there's a
different riddle down the bottom. There's the top. Oh boy,
this is not good, but at least I'll have another
one to use. I was like, that's not the riddle.
I know that's not the riddle. You're going to give
me two seconds to actually look up the answer? Captain? Uh, okay,
do you need to hear the reddle again. All right,
a woman shoots her husband, holds him underwater for several minutes,
then hangs him. That night they go out to a
lovely dinner. How is this possible? It does, doesn't. It
sounds like a kinky pdsa night before dinner. But no,
that's not the answer. Do you need me to read
it again? Oh? Give it? She's a photographer. It was though.
I told you. It got me too, And then I
was like, ah, I have to. I have to. Mister
Bean wasn't here to go look it up, so I'm good.
You know what time it is, right, he said, Oh yeah,
it's time for your naughty secind. I woke up already
throbbing between my legs. My roommate Jake, had just fucked
me hard that morning, bent me over the kitchen counter
with while the coffee brood, pounding me from behind until
he filled me with a quick, hot load. It was good,
but not enough. By midday, with the other two gone
to work, my pussy was aching, dripping empty again. I
needed more. I needed to be used, stretched and flooded.
The apartment slut who doesn't pretend to be anything else,
I carried cock like air masturbation. Cute but pointless when
I can get the real thing. So easily, I opened
fat Life and started scrolling through the mountain of unread
messages over thirty thousand. I filtered fast location Vibe photos.
Then I found them a merried couple. Oh wait, you
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minutes delicious tuck in audio where my soft voice whispers
all the filthy things you've been dying to hear at night.
Just imagine me tucking you in like that. And that's
just one of the perks. So tell me you're gonna
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Go on over to Patreon dot com ports last year
Nikki for more details the links in the show notes,
and thank you for joining me to Nikki after Dark.
If you have a confession of your own, send it
in the dirtier the better to Nikki at n I
K k Y at dear Nikki dot com, anonymously through
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Time and meet other sexplortives just like yourself. Sweet dreams
are dirty ones, and I'll see you on the next
after dark. This is Nikki signing off.