Speaker 1: Welcome back to Nikki after Dark, where we'd dive deep
into the shadows of desire, confession, and all things deliciously naughty.
I'm your host, Nikki. Tonight's episode is all about oral obsessions,
those moments where a simple suck turns into something unforgettable.
Buckle up, darlings, because we've got stories that'll make your
pulse race. Imagine starting your date not with small talk,
but with a preemptive blow job at the door, because
why let a guy ruin his chances with words when
you can silence him with pleasure. A routine haircut turns
into an ultimate salon special when a flirty stylist reveals
her no camera's back room and delivers the deepest throat
of her time, and a steak dinner so good it
demands repayment in form of a sloppy, deep throating thank
you that leaves him speechless and her tummy fole that
and so so much more. All right, my after Dark darlings,
let's kick things off of tonight's question, what's the most
unexpected place you've ever given or received? A blowjob that
turn an ordinary moment into pure fire? Now I want
to hear from you drop your stories in the comments,
or you can always email them to me at Nikki
and I Kick a y at dear Niki dot com
or anonymously on the website dear Nikki dot com under
the confessions tab. First, how did the thrill of the
location amp up the heat for you? And? Second, looking back,
was the risk worth the reward or would you play
it safer the next time? Now, before we dive into
tonight's questions, here's a reddle to tease you filthy minds
some people for some people for being on top, others
prefer being at the bottom. And it always involves a bed.
What is it stick around till the end for you're clean?
Answer that'll make you groan. 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 Nikky.
This one's from way back, over ten years ago, but
it still makes me hard just thinking about it. I
was in my early twenties crashing in the college town
apartment with two buddies. They were locals. I wasn't every
few weeks, this girl, Katy, blonde, bright green eyes, full lips,
thick in every perfect place, would swing by to fade
us up. She just graduated cosmetology school and was working
at a salon downtown. I'd had a low key crush
on her forever, but never said shit. Then one night,
my roommates casually dropped that Katy got a boob job
after high school. Apparently she wanted got it wasted at
a party once and proudly flashed everyone. It's described her
new tits like the works of art, literally the nicest
they've ever seen. Jealousy, pure curiosity hit me all at once.
I needed to see them. I texted her something flirty,
joking about what the guy said. She didn't play along.
She turned it up fast. Within minutes, we were deep
and sexting. I admitted I was jealous and wanted proof.
She sent cleavage. I sent bulge, she sent bra I
sent stroking. Then the Holy Grail pig landed those tits, huge, perfect,
no visible scars, big pink areolas, nipples all hard in
the photo. Fake didn't look at it. I was obsessed.
A few days of escalating text later, she hits me
with I'm closing the salon alone this Thursday. Come get
a hair cut. See the new place. I booked the
slot in thirty seconds. When I walked in, it was
just her finishing one client while the owner wrapped up another.
She looked so fucking cute in her little apron. I
slid into her chair and we small talked while she
clipped away. Boss finishes, glances at the cock and goes, Katie,
you're good to lock up. I'm late for dinner. She
nods sweetly, tour locks behind the owner just us. We
laugh about our flirty text and how wild it got,
how no one, especially my roommates could know. Secret kept.
She finishes the cut, brushes me off, and then casually says,
come on, let's head to the back for your shampoo.
We walked down this dim little hallway to the the
shampoo bowls. I sit lean back. She puts one hand
flat on my chest and purse best part about the
new salon, no cameras back here. My dick literally twitched
so hard it hurt. I sat up, grabbed her waist
and pulled her mouth to mine. We made out like animals,
tongues everywhere, her hands gliding up my thighs mine, squeezing
those tits through her shirt. I bit her bottom lip,
and she moaned into my mouth. She stepped back, peeled
off her apron, bit her lip, raised one eyebrow. You
want to finally see them in person? I stood. She
tugged her shirt up over her chest. I reached round
and hugged her brawl and let it fall. Jesus Christ,
they're better even alive, heavy, round perfect. I cut them
and buried my face between them, sucked one hard nipple
into my mouth while rolling the other between my fingers.
She loud grabbed my hair, shoved my face deep deeper.
I licked, sucked bit gently. She was losing it, grinding
against nothing, pulling my hair harder. Then she pushed me
back into the shampoo chair, dropped to her knees, hands
on my thighs, yanking my shortstown. My cock sprang out
some and a half inches thick. She wrapped her fingers
round it stroked slow, fuck even beggar in person. She
looked up at me, then took me all the way.
No gag, no hesitation, just warm, wet throat, swallowing every inch.
I'd never had that before. She bobbed deep, one hand
stroking the bass, the other cupping and tugging my balls,
saloon shampoo bowl behind my head, her perfect tit still
out mouth, working me like she was starving. I was
throbbing so hard my balls ached. Told her I was close.
She just sank down again, took me to the root.
I came so fucking hard. Rope after a rope straight
down her throat. She swallowed it all, then casually grabbed
a clean saloon towel, wipe me off like it was
part of the service, stood up, fixed her shirt, wiped
her mouth and smiled. Leaned back. Now gotta actually wash
her hair. I was gone, completely smitten. She shampooed me,
rents me, and then she taled off my head. She goes,
this one's not me next time. If you want free cuts,
you're going down on me. First spoiler. Free hair cuts came.
I extremely regular after that, still thinking about that throat
every time I get a fade your anonymous shampoo slut. Wow.
I will say this that I have been friendly with
a few uh hair stylist and all if not it
minus one. When er low unrent or whatever, we'll wear
something a little thirty miss a button or two. You know,
not sure what the men do because I don't know
any men stylists, so I'll have to ask around. So
just heads up. But I'm betting you kind of guessed
that if you already go to one that's like that.
Thoughts in questions for our Slutty Shampoo Slett. What's the
hottest service industry hookup you've ever had or fantasized about
a salawn bar delivery driver? I mean, did it fade
into that? Did it go into other services? This is
what I'm asking And gentlemen, ever got heads so good?
You forgot where you were? Ladies ever given heads so good?
The guy forgot his own name? Yes? Would you risk
no camera's moment like this or is the thrill not
worth it but the potential job loss? I think I
would because if there's no there's truly no cameras. The
doors locked, so hopefully you would hear before somebody walked in. Yeah,
I actually I think I'd risk this one. What about you, guys?
Dear Nikki, he brought me a steak dinner, so I
swallowed his com I matched with this guy recently and
the vibe was instant, same energy, easy laughs, zero awkward silences.
He took me to this upscale steakhouse that I'd never
been to. Holy shit, the filet mignon was melt in
your mouth, perfect butter garlic, that perfect char I was
in heaven. He didn't even blink when the bill came,
just slid his card over like it was nothing. After dinner,
we wandered the mall for a bit, window shopping, flirting,
hands brushing more and more. Eventually he asked if I
wanted to come back to his place to keep hanging out.
I said yes without hesitation. Once we were there, we
still chilled on the couch, talking, laughing, getting cozy. But
I kept thinking about how much he dropped on that meal.
I felt this little tug of I owe him something,
even though he never once hinted at expecting anything. So
I straight up told him I feel like I should
suck your cock. He paid for that amazing stake. He
looked at me genuinely surprised and said, you don't have
to do anything, seriously, I just wanted to treat you.
That did it. My heart did a full flip. No pressure,
no entitlement, just a guy who actually minted. Now. I
wasn't just willing. I was dying to taste him. I smiled,
leaned in and kissed him slow and deep. He melted
into it. My hand slipped under his waistband of his shorts,
stroking his inner thighs, teasing higher and higher without touching him.
Yet I know exactly how to build to that ache.
Ten minutes a slow torture later, his cock was straining
so hard against the fabric I could see every vein pulsing.
I and zipped him tortuously, slow, tugging his shorts down,
and there was thick veiny, easily eight inches, rock hard
and already leaking. I looked up at him, eyes wide,
and whispered, fuck, you're massive. I started with soft kisses
along the shaft, little licks at the tip, tasting the salt.
Then I took him in slow at first, letting my
lips stretch around him. He groaned. I locked eyes with him,
gathered spit and let it drip all over the length
before sliding back down, making it sloppy, wet, and I'm
seene The sounds were filthy, wet slurps, my throat working
him deeper. I picked up the speed, taking him all
the way until my nose pressed into his skin, gagging hard,
eyes watering, but I didn't stop. I loved how wrecked
he looked, head thrown back, hands fisting on the couch.
When he warned me he was close, I just went deeper, faster,
choking myself on him like it was my job. His
cock swelled even thicker at my throat, one long, low moan,
and he erupted, hot, thick rope, shooting straight down so
much come, thick, salty perfect. I swallowed every pulse, milking
him with my throat, then swirled my tongue around the
scentstive head to catch the last drops clicking out. When
he finally softened, I pulled off, licked my lips, looked
up at him with a sweet little smile, and said
thank you again for the steak. He just stared at
me and like I changed his life. The girl who
believes steak dinner deserves throat worship your anonymous, Come guzzling
for life. End Hello, come guzzling. Beeaned. So this is
kind of funny. So the other day on Comedy Central
were rerunning where Pam starts dating, and somebody said you
should order the most expensive dish on the menu, and
someone said you're gonna have to put out, and it
was Phyllis Phyllis, and then Phyllis said, yeah, you're gonna
have to put out, So it's all little. This old
day is kind of reminded me of that, but definitely
the story and to the author, what did this turn
into a round two or more that night? Or did
you leave him blissed out and call it a win?
And love to know that answer people listening and in
the jat what's the best thank you blowjob you've ever
given or received after someone treated you right? Ladies, ever
had a guy say you don't have to and it
made you do it even more? Yeah, definitely, it's always
nice and best feel the energy and guys hearing genuine
gratitude during and afterhead make it hit different or is
it all the same once you're coming Give us a
real answer, I know, I kind of want to know.
Dear Nikki, I really miss craig List bow chobs. This
takes me back to nineteen ninety eight two thousand peak
Craiglist era, when the personal section was basically an open
buffet of anonymous dick sucking. I was in my prime
horny as hell and started posting simple ads, mail for mail,
looking for no strings, blowjob host or travel discreet, nothing fancy,
just straight to the point. I probably got eighty to
ninety blow jobs out of those posts over a couple
of years. Easy. Some were won and done. Do show up,
drop to his knees, suck me off in my car, apartment,
there plays a park, bathroom, whatever worked, but a solid
handful turned into repeat suckers. They text me every week
or time two, practically begging to come over and service
me again. A couple got straight up obsessed, showing up unannounced,
blowing me, blowing up my phone at two a m.
Sending desperate when can I suck you again? Messages. I
had to change my number more than once to shake
them off, while to think I was actually turning down
blow jobs because they got too clingy. Almost every one
let me finish in their mouth, no hesitation, no not
in my mouth rules. A good number swallowed deep, greedy
gulps like they were starving for it. A few went
the extra mile after I came. They kept licking and
sucking gently, then slide their tongue lower, rimming me slow
and wet while I was still sensitive and twitching. Nothing
harder than feeling a guy's tongue pushed inside while he's
milking the last drops out of me. I just lie back,
legs spread, letting them worship some more clumsy newbies figuring
it out. Others were prose who kept deep throating like
it was breathing. Car blow jobs and dark parking lots,
quick ones and public restrooms, long sloppy sessions on my
couch while he pretended to watch a movie. It was effortless, endless,
and filthy in the best way. Those days are long gone.
Craigs lest personals got nuked, Apps took over, and nothing
feels quite as raw or reckless anymore. I still jerk
off thinking about it, stroked to the memories of some
eager mouth working me over, swallowing everything I gave him,
then looking up like he wanted seconds. God, I miss it,
still stroking to the memories of anonymous throats, your anonymous
ninety blowjob veteran. You know I have never answered a
Craigslist ad. I did look at him. Some of them
can be quite funny now because it's still they're still there.
I think misconnections, I think is the one that you
can find people still asking for sex, but it's like
coated like I think one of them I saw looking
for someone to lay pipe, like they're looking for a
plumber or whatever, must have black We're looking for a
you know, black pipe so many inches and it's it's
I mean, the inny window is really there, It really
really is. But it does seem interesting. I need to
pull some of those and read them again. Maybe I
used to do that. I need to find them more
into my author. Did any of those rim jobs turn
into full on sessions or was it always a cherry
on top of blow jobs? And would you post again
today if the old Craigslift magic came back. I'm gonna
guess yes, Guys who gave head back then, what made
you keep going back to the same cock? Was it
the taste, the size, the way he grabbed your head,
or just a thrill of being used to the repeats
and obsessives out there? You know who you are. Ever
get blocked or ghasted after getting to a tap, how
did that feel? Probably not good, I wouldn't think, Dear Nikki.
About ten years ago, my girlfriend Stacy and her boyfriend
came over my place. My boyfriend at the time was
best friends with hers, so the four of us were chilling, drinking, laughing,
playing cards against Humanity late into the night. Stacy is
this petite five foot fireball, little fluffy, huge ticks and
a thick ass. I adore her. We've been going hard
on the drinks. When she spotted my fresh bottle of
fireball in the cabinet, we snuck into the kitchen for
shots while the guys kept playing. Before long, we killed
almost the entire thing. I was buzzed, horny, and feeling
bold somehow. Honestly, the details are fuzzy. We ended up
daring each other. Stacy looks me dead in the eyes
and goes, let's see who can make their man come
faster under the table. My pussy was already throbbing. I
didn't hesitate, came on. We sauntered back into the dining room,
dropped to our hands and knees, and crawled under the
table like it was almost a normal thing. The boys
immediately started cracking jokes. I knew exactly what was coming.
I positioned myself between my boyfriend Matt's legs, mouth watering,
pussy dripping. Stacy was right next to me, steady for
her guy coal. I was inches from unzipping mat when
Stacy quietly slapped my hand and motioned switch. She wanted
my boyfriend's cock, and she wanted me on hers. Drunk
brain took a second to process, but I gran and nodded.
We silently swapped places. The guys had no clue. I
reached into Cole's lap. His legs parted slowly, making room.
I and zipped him, fished out his cock, and fuck.
He thought I was Stacy, but I was the one
holding it. Now about five inches long, but thick as
a prinkles can, salty sweet. He must hit me. As
it hardened in my hand, my clip pulsed. My panties
were soaked. A bead of pree cumb glistened at the tip.
I leaned in, lapped it up, slow, savoring the taste.
Moan started filtering down from above. I couldn't tell who's
at first. I sobbered over the head, tongues swirling the
sensitive underside, then worked my way up the shaft, tracing
the veins, spit everywhere. My mouth stretched wide, painfully lied
to take his girth. I finally got him in cheeks
hollowing as I sucked. Call started thrusting up, hands sliding
under the table to grip my head. He fucked my
mouth harder, deeper, his thick head bumping my throat with
every push. I loved it, gagging, drooling, loving the stretch.
I cupped his balls, massaging while he used me. Both
guys were moaning openly. Now I glanced over. Stacy was
going to town on Matt. His longer cock disappeared down
her throat. Cole's girth was a whole different beast, though.
I refocused his ball slapping my chin, grip tightening in
my hair, pulling me deeper. His cock throbbed hot and heavy,
and he was close. I slid a hand between my legs,
rubbing my soap pussy through my jeans. Coal's dick jerked
thick ropes of cumb blasting down my throat so much
I gagged, swallowed fractically, but some of he fod, spilling
out the corners of my mouth, dripping down my chin.
Another pulse hit. I caught the rest with my fingers
and licked it clean. I pulled back, panting, panty stretched
over my side. Stacy sat with her mouth open. Matt
sload pulled on her tongue, grinning like a winner. She
swallowed dramatically. We quietly swept back, crawled out, and popped
up like nothing happened. The boys just sat there, grinning
ear to ear. We laughed, headed back to the kitchen
and never told them we switched. To this day, they
have no idea. I've rubbed my clit raw so many
times remembering Cole flooding my mouth. I still have fantasies
about him bending me over and dumbing a load deep
in my pussy. But it never happened. Stacy and I
still crack up about it, and we never settled who
actually won the race. The girl who still tastes coal
every time I think about that night. You're anonymous under
the table winner. Maybe have you and Stacy ever talked
about doing it again? Maybe if you guys aren't with
those two, maybe with somebody else, maybe with the truth
out this time or secrecy part of what makes it
so replayable. And this goes to you know, so if
you I guess we could use a blindfold example here.
But I have another question. I wonder if they could
tell I mean, he's got to be different. I mean,
you would think that you're the partner you're with now. Obviously,
maybe you fuck him differently. You may suck him differently
than the partner he had before. What's the hottest, secret,
secret switch or partner swamp moment that you've foled out
without the guy's knowing? Did they ever figure it out? Ladies?
Have you ever turned a silly drunk dare into a
full on filthy competition? Who won in your version? Or
did you both actually win? Guys, if you found out
years later your girl got head from your buddy's girlfriend
under the table while you thought it was yours hot
or horrifying, let's be honest here. From pre date pleasures
to salon surprizes, stake repayments, Craigslist cravings and under the
table rivalries, these story remind us that oral adventures aren't
just about the act. They're about power plays, gratitude, aunt, nostalgia,
and the thrill of the unexpected. Key takeaways consent and
communication keep things hot without crossing lines. Risk can lead
to the legendary memory, but play safe and sometimes a
little competition spices up everything. Remember, whether you're giving or receiving,
it's all about mutual fun and respect. Oh, in that rental.
Some people prefer being on top, others prefer being on
the bottom. And it involves a bed. Did we guess it? Well?
Tonight's answer is a bunk bed. M I guess. Hopefully
you saw that coming. Maybe you didn't, hmm, And thanks
for tuning in to dear Niggy after dark. If these
tails spark something in you, share your confessions anonymously at
Nikki and ikk Y at deerniggy dot com, or anonymously
on the website at Dearniki dot com under the confession stab.
And until next time, stay naughty, stay curious, sweet dreams
or should I say wet ones? Good night, He