Speaker 1: Welcome back to Nikki after Dark, your favorite place to
get wet, wild, and completely shameless. I'm your host, Nicky,
and tonight we're diving deep into some of the hottest
listener confessions dat Here are three mouth watering teasers for
what's coming up. A young radio station where her gets
an uncomfortable workplace hazard when his gorgeous older coworker bends
over in a dangerously short skirt. A not a UNIQ
girl in a glowing neon dress ends up getting railed
hard in a dark alley by a stranger. And a
desperate old tenant offers to her married handyman a very
personal payment plan to fix her broken mirror. That and
so so much more. Hello Oiamo, how are you tonight?
And first, here's our listener question tonight. What is the
most memorable I shouldn't be doing this risk you've ever
taken that ended up insanely hot? Was it a public place,
a borrowed space, or something that could have gone very
wrong but felt too good to stop? And what's one
place you've always fantasized about getting caught but haven't dared yet? Hmmm?
Drop your answers below in chat, or you can follow
my show links to send me yours. And now, as always,
it's time for my failthy or just a riddle? And
I promised this wak Apparently I forgot to put the
answer in this week's episode. I'll have to dig that
up and give it to you. I'm a six letter word.
My first three letters refer to an automobile, my last
three letters refer to an household animal, and my first
four letters are the same as a fish. But I'm
not found in your house, am I Keep that in
the back of your naughty brains, and I promise I'll
have the answer at the very end of our show.
You know what time it is. It's time to sit back, relax,
Let's have a whiskey with some filthy cherries, of course,
and explore some moronic fantasies from people just like you
and me. Dear Nikki, this happened just two days ago,
and I'm still in disbelieve that it actually occurred. I
work as a board operator at a radio station, the
chillest job imaginable. Most days, I'm just babysitting the place,
making sure nothing goes wrong while I scroll on my
phone or play games. If I hear footsteps approaching, I
quickly switch over to my work computer to look busy.
It's perfect. Occasionally my co workers walk by mike small talk.
I'm the youngest one there and they're all significantly older.
Still it's nice chatting with them, especially on slower days.
One coworker, who all call Cat, looks nowhere near her
real age, and she's absolutely gorgeous. I do my best
to be a respectful coworker, especially as a man. The
last thing I want is to make her uncomfortable or
come across as a creep when she's not even doing
anything provocative, but she just does something to me. Everything
about her is triggering in the best way. Her voice
is diabolically sultry, wrapped around every word like warm silk.
Her wavy blonde hair catches the light with every movement
in that body, an our goal glass figure so striking
it feels almost unfair. A small, cinched waist that flares
out into wide, lush hips flowing down the longest, most
tone legs I've ever seen. I have a serious weakness
for long tone legs, and hers might be the absolentce
lot best, strong yet soft, the kind that demand attention.
She has a phenomenal taste in fashion, too, always choosing
pieces that frame her curves perfectly without trying too hard.
I've had many pleasant conversations with her. She's incredibly sharp
with the financial side of the station and carries this delightful,
cheery energy that lights up the room. We've even had
deeper talks when I needed advice, and the caring, intense
side she shows makes her even sexier. Somehow, all of
it stayed inside my head though why would I say anything?
She doesn't need some guy at work telling her how
devastating her legs are. That all changed yesterday. I was
in the boardroom handling a small bit of actual work
when Kat appeared in the doorway. Hey, how are you
doing today? Just a friendly grating, but my eyes immediately
noticed her outfit, a tight black skirt and red sweater.
Cute and a little over dressed or our casual station,
but she always dresses nicely. What stopped me cold was
the length of that skirt. It was short, not inappropriate,
but shorter than anything I'd ever seen her wear before.
The fabric hugged her thick, smooth eyhes like it was
painted on the material, straining slightly as her body was
begging to spill out. Hey, Kat, doing good, just finishing
up this log. There's a weird formatting issue. I can't
tell where the ads an end and the program begins.
She tilted her head, crossing her arms with a little frustration.
Is that right? I told Dance how set up the
other day, and she messed up the order again. Here,
let me see. She walked right over, bent down in
front of me, and took the log right in front
of me, bending over between my spread legs. The skirt
rode up her thighs and she leaned in. My heart
slammed against my ribs. Her asshu. They were just inches
above my lap, so close. I could feel her warmth
radianting from her body, the soft, heady scent of her
perfume mixed with something sweeter her skin. Her hair filled
my lungs. I froze every muscle locked. She lingered there
for what felt like forever, sorting through papers, apparently forgetting
I was right beneath her. I didn't dare breathe, let
alone move. My cock started swelling instantly, thickening and pressing
hard against my pants. With every tiny shift to her hips,
The fabric of her skirt crept higher, revealing the smooth
backs of her thighs, and eventually a flash of red
lace panties that perfectly matched her sweater. My mouth went dry.
She rested her arm on the desk, lowering herself even
closer until her ass was barely hovering, the heat of
her body teasing the ridge bulge now throbbing between us.
Then completely absent mindedly, she sat down fully, just for
a moment, right on my lap. Then sudden firm press
of her warm, plush ass against my raw hard cock
sent a jolt of pure electricity through me. She shot
back up, immediately, letting out a casual laugh as she apologized.
Then something clicked. She turned around, slowly, standing between my
spread legs and looked at me. She put a band
of her mouth in a performatively bashful way, but her
eyes sparkled with a realization. That look said I know
exactly what I felt. She broke the tension with a soft,
teasing voice, Excuse me, I didn't realize we've been so close.
Her gaze dropped straight to the obvious thick, cold bulge
in my straining pants. Her expression shifted into something I've
never seen face before or sultry curiosity, a spark of heat.
I didn't realize I was having that kind of effect
on you. She bit her finger gently and giggled, somehow
turning the awkward moment into pure seduction. I managed a
shaky reply. Well, to be fair, that skirt must be
at workplace hazard. Watch where you're haming that thing? I chuckled,
and nervously added, sorry, though I can't help it. I
don't mean to be weird. She laughed again, warm and playful.
It's not that bad at all. I'm flattered, seriously, if
anything that's a workplace hazard. Her eyes lingered on my
bulge again. The silence stretched thick and electric. I was
still stunned, speechless when she's standing so immediately between my legs.
She finally spoke, Anyways, I'll let Nancy know that the
bit log basically unusable. See you later, Hun. She'd never
called me n before. The word sent another throb through me.
See you later, Cat, keep your weapon concealed, she grinned,
you're the one who needs to keep their weapon concealed.
That thing is. She didn't finish the sentence. Instead, she
gave me the most devilishly promising smile, then turned and
walked away, smoothing her skirt down in those incredible thighs.
I slumped back in my chair, finally exhaled, my heart
pounding and my cocks still aching. I haven't stopped replying
it since I'm going crazy with how worked up I
still am floating on air, equal parts dervis and thrilled.
I have no idea what's going to happen when I
see her at work today, But I'd be lying if
I said I'm not excited for whatever comes next. Signed
your secret hard worker.
Speaker 2: MM.
Speaker 1: There's nothing like an accidental slow tease turning into a
pause that could be more knowing. And that she took
that moment, I think she knew what she was doing.
I mean, she very may well not have known how
low she was, but once she connected, she knew. I'm
just saying, what would happen the next time you saw
at work? Did that devilish smile ever lean to anything else?
More hands on? I'm curious to know, and for my listeners,
have you ever had a moment like this where professional
boundaries blurred in the hottest way possible? Drop your own
confessions in the comments, or you can email them to
me at Nikki Nikky at Dearniki dot com, anonymously through
our website at Dearniki dot com under our confession stab
dear Nikki. Back in my Uni days, the socials were everything.
We always end up piling into one of our clubs
after starting the night. My housemaids and I would get
ready together, sipping drinks, laughing, doing our makeup and hair,
then head to the su before spilling out into the
club scene. My absolute favorite nights were the themed ones
would embrace every cliche outfit schoolgirls, cops and robbers, playboy bunnies,
and so much more. The energy was electric and we
always dressed to impress. On Nia night, it was bright
colors and glow in the dark body paint. I slept
into the tightest, brightest green dress I owned. It clung
to every curve like second skin, short enough to tease
but perfect for dancing. We had loads of paint, of course,
so we covered our hands and pressed glowing handprints across
our tits and asses, making ourselves in playful, knotty patterns
that glowed under the black lights. The night had special
offers on vks and Baccardi breezers. Just a dollar each,
and I remember getting absolutely hammered on them. The club
pulsed with music, bodies pressed close, neon paint streaking across
the skin. Guys kept coming up with cheeky grins to
high five the glowing handprints on my tits, their palms
lingering just a second too long. Others slapped my ars
as I danced past, the sharp smacks mixing with a
thumping bass. It was all good, fun, playful and wild.
I was dancing with this one guy, his hands roaming
all over me, sliding up my thighs, squeezing my waist,
brushing over the hand prints on my chest. He built
between us fast. He took my hand and bowled it
towards the side of the club, away from the main crowd.
We crashed against the wall, kissing hungrily. His mouth was
hot and demanding, tasting the sweet alcohol and lust. His
fingers slipped under my tight dress and finding my already
soak bussy, he pushed inside me right there in the club,
curling and stroking while the music throbbed around us. I
was drunk, lost in the sensation of his fingers pumping
my hips, rocking against his hand, But I still had
enough sense to stop him. After letting it go on
for a fabulous a little while, we should go back
to mine, I breathed against his lips. No uber in
those days, So we started walking back, the cool night air,
brushing my heated skin. We cut down a dark alley
to shorten the root. No more than ten steps in,
he suddenly grabbed me, petting me firmly against the rough wall.
His mouth clam mine again, deep and urgent, while his
hand shoved under my dress. This time he fingered me properly,
two thick fingers thrusting hard, stretching me, making me moan
into the kiss as my juices coated his hand. We
carried our drinks from the club. He took the book
already breezer from my fingers, and the wicked glint in
his eye pressed the smooth, cool bottle against my dripping pussy.
He worked it in and out for a bit, the
cold glass contrasting sharply with my burning heat, sending shivers
through me. Then he tossed it behind him. I heard
it smash on the ground, shattering into the night. He
spun me around, yaking my tight green dress up and
over my hips. The cool air hit my bare ars
as he freed himself and thrust into me from behind.
In one rough stroke, he flucked me hard, deep and relentless,
his hips slapping against my skin. His hand came down
in sharp, stinging spangs that echoed in the alley, making
my cheeks burn and my pussy clinched tighter around him.
I was loving every second being used as such a slut,
first stranger whose name I didn't even know, the same
guy who first high fived and glowing him print on
my tits. The thrill of knowing some one could walk
down the alley at any moment and catch us only
made me wetter. My moan sweat spilling and loud. He
growled at what was going to come. I did want
him finishing inside me, so I dropped my knees on
the gritty ground, taking him deep to my mouth. I
sucked him eagerly, letting him fuck my face until he
exploded down my throat hot and thick. I swallowed every drop,
still aching and so incredibly horny. I thought we'd continue
back at mine, but he said he left his friends
at the club and needed to head back. He left
me there in the alley, his come, still warm in
my mouth, my body buzzing with unmet need. I didn't follow.
I walked home, slipped into my room, and used my
toys till I finally came hard and fell asleep. I've
never been able to drink a Boocardi Breezer since that
night signed your Neon glows sluts Hm that impulsive alley fuck.
I have never had an alley FuG not looking for
an alley fuck. So it's not on my you know orbit,
I should say, but I do find it like when
I see it or hears somebody else doing it, or
like and this is I do find it hot. The
mix up public risk a rough hand. I don't know
about the you know Bacardi Breezier class bottle at my
plus A because I can think of so many ways
that might go wrong. I gotta know, though, what happened
the next time he went out to theme night. Did
you chase that same thrill again? Did you ever see
him again at a club or at that particular one,
and if so, did you have round two? Or would you?
And listeners, have you ever had a spontaneous public or
semi public encounter that left you buzzing for days, or
possibly a random O cup where the risk made it
ten times harder. You know the drill. Drop in the
comments or follow my show links for war. Hello Oz,
Look at there Nassi in the room. We've got three
countries being represented right now. Dear Nikki. Ever since he
broke up with his girlfriend after catching her cheating, he's
been turning to me for sport. We've been super close
friends for almost ten years, but it had never been
sexual between us until now. The first time we hooked
up was the very next day after the breakup. He
came over to my place completely devastated and ended up
crying in my arms. One moment I was holding him tight,
stroking his hair and whispering that everything would be okay,
and somehow, the next we were kissing, desperately, tearing at
each other's clothes and fucking right there on my bed.
I let him finish deep inside me for that first time,
feeling every pulse as he emptied himself into my pussy.
Ever since that day, it been at it non stop.
He told me his axe never let him come inside her,
so I made it my mission to always beg him
to fill me up. I love the way his eyes
darkened with luss when I whispered the way his grip
tightens on my hips as he dives deeper, knowing that
he can let go completely with me. Honestly, I think
it's really cheering him up. It's getting over her half
way faster than I expected, and I feel like I
have a big part of that. He's been coming over
as often as he can, sometime multiple times a day.
We fok like crazy, slow and sensual in the mornings,
roughing frantic in the evenings, my moans mixing with his
groans as he claims me again and again. Yesterday, while
he was buried balls deep inside my dripping pussy, thrusting
with that perfect rhythm that makes my toes curl, he
looked down at me with raw intensity and growled, I've
fot Moore come in your pussy in the last two
weeks than I ever did in hers and the tire
two years we were together. Hearing those words while his
thick cock stretched and filled me sent a massive wave
of heat crashing through my body. My pussy clenched herd
around him, the filthy comparison pushing me straight over the
edge into a powerful orgasm. I cried out, trembling beneath him,
my walls pulsing and milking him has pleasure flooded every nerve.
A few minutes later, he groaned my name and filled
my pussy with another thick load of cumb, pumping every
drop deep where it belongs. I kind of love how
he compares me to her love being the one who
gives him what she never would, taking every inch, swallowing
his load, letting him breathe me whenever he needs it.
Being his safe, eager place to let go feels so
fucking good. Your secret cream buy best friend. There is
something so delicious about the person you're with. Is saying
you're better than she would never or he would never,
right knowing that you're the one that's giving it to
right now and it's all about you. Very sexy is hot?
Just saying, for my author, what's the hottest comparison he'
spades a or the most intense way you let amuse you?
So she kind of sounds like me. I'd be like, yep,
you can do anything you want, just do it with
certain people. Just saying, and for my listeners, have you
ever turned a long time friendship into a mind blowing
rebound sex or have you've been the one who helps
someone heal through filthy no limits fucking share your own
confessions below. I would love to hear every fucking detail.
I see you two getting along. Hello, OyamO, Hi? Are
you tonight? Did I say hello? Idiot? I think I did?
I know I said I in os. You know it
shouldn't be hard to remember to say good even to OyamO,
because I love saying his name, so I haven't Hello
der Niki. Last weekend, right after school ended for my kids,
we went on a little weekend get away to a
state park not too far from home. We try to
do this every couple years, hiking, canoeing, relaxing by the fire,
just escaping every day life for a couple nights. We
always rent the same cabin, just off the state route,
tucked down into a one lane driveway and a small
group of six cabins at the edge of a wooded slope.
Each one has a deck overlooking the trees, and it's
usually peaceful with neighbors nearby. When we arrived Friday afternoon,
we noticed two or three other cabins had cars out,
including one right next to us. No big deal, it's
a popular time of year. We got settled when out
for dinner, came back for a relaxing evening around nine.
We got the kids to bed. Once they were down,
my husband and I poured drinks, stripped off our clothes,
and slipped into the hot dub for a much needed
adult time. The warm water bubbled around us, washing away
the stress. As we settled in, we could hear the
normal sounds of camp fires from the other cabins, people chatting, laughing,
an occasional crackling of wood. It was soothing. After finishing
our drinks, I slid across the tub and straddled my husband,
pressing my body against his. I kissed his long neck,
letting my full breast rub against his chest while I
pinned his clock between my pussy, feeling it thickened and
hardened as his hands rummed over my ass. I slowly
lifted myself, arching my back so his mouth could reach
my nipples. His tongue flicked and sucked them eagerly, while
his fingers teased between my legs, circling my holes, dipping
just into my pussy before pulling out to trace my
tight asshole. The sensation made me shiver with need I
raised up further to take him inside me, and when
I noticed the movement near the neighborhood cabin, a younger
looking guy was standing just off the lower deck, watching
us intently. When our eyes met, he quickly ducked back
onto their deck and out of sight. I lowered myself
into my husband's hard cock anyway, singing down slowly until
he filled me completely. I rode him steadily, the latter
splashing around us, until he groaned and came deep inside me.
We got out, dried off, and climbed into bed. Unfortunately,
I'm a super light sleeper in new places, while my
husband can sleep through anything. It was only around eleven
when the noises from the cabin next door got a
little louder. I slipped on my bathrobe, poured another glass
of wine, and stopped onto the deck. From there I
could see the group next door, four guys in the
mid twenties with a pyramid of empty beer cans, talking,
laughing and carrying on like young guys do. I stood
sipping my wine, gazing at the dark woods, quietly, amused
by their conversation. When their voices dropped to whispers, then
one of them said loudly bullshit, you did not see yours.
I knew right then they'd seen me, the guy from
earlier I had been bragging. It gave me a secret thrill.
Gathering my nerve, I walked off the tack toward the fire.
So it was one of you spying on my husband
and me, I said, looking at them, which one was it?
A shirtless guy just from the jim shorts shyly raised
his hand. Sorry, it was me. I walked over to
pee and saw you guys what were doing? I should
have looked away, but his eyes drifted down to my
chest as his voice trailed off. It's okay, I replied,
with a smile. If I saw something like that, I'd
probably get caught up too. The tension ease. They asked
what I was doing out so late. I explained I
couldn't sleep while my husband was out cold. They offered
me a drink and invited me to join them. Why not,
it could be fun. They handed me in beer. It
was a cheap light beer, not my usual taste anymore,
but I drank it anyway. Soon I was three beers in,
buzzing nice and laughing along with her conversation. In a
quiet moment, one of them said, Okay, did Jesse really
see her tits? I blushed, but aweser honestly, Well, if
he saw them, I'm sure he did. They were definitely
out and facing him. The guys reacted with playful disbelief
in teasing bunches. Then, in the spirit a moment, I
looked at Jesse and said, you know, I should make
me show you your dick so or even. He stood up,
without hesitation, dropped his shorts and left his sock cock
hanging there. It was impressively even soft, long thick with
a trimmed bush. I stared a little too long before saying, well,
I didn't expect that, but I guess we're even now.
It took a long sip of beer. I was sitting
on a folded double chair when Jesse pulled his shorts
back up and sat beside me, sliding his arm around
my shoulders. The alcohol on the left over ache from
earlier made me welcome the atte engine. His hand drifted lower,
and he apologized and tried to pull away. He blayed
with my nibble, sending sparks through me. One of his
friends noticed and asked what was going on. Jesse pulldly
pulled my robe further open, showing them his hand on
my breast. The other stared, fueled by the buzz and
the earlier frustration hunger in their eyes. I undied my
robe completely and let it fall open, exposing my naked
body to all them. Jesse's hands moved between my breasts
while the others watched, shifting their seats. I reached down,
slid my hand into his shorts and wrapped my fingers
around his new rock hard cock. I pulled his shorts
down and stroked him openly. Then I started rubbing my
own clet. The silence thick with tension. Everyone stayed quiet,
as if any light sound might break the smell. Jesse
kicked off his short smooth between my legs and paused
with the tip of his cock at the entrance before
guiding him inside me. He thrust hard and deep, pumping
with urgency, while the chair held us. The guys watched, intently,
stroking their own cocks. I was soaked for my husband's
earlier load and my own arousal, and fingered my clit
as Jesse fucked me. My orgasm hit hard first, my
pussy clinching around him, which pushed him over the edge.
He came deep inside me, filling with hot spurts. As
we caught our breath, I felt warm robes of cumb
Land on my chest. One of the others had come
over and finished on my breast. The next guy stepped up,
followed by the last. Jesse got hard again, watching stood
and added his second load across my body, covered and
comb I lay there a moment under the stair stairs.
I ran my fingers through the warm mass of lubrication
and rubbed my clead again. One guy brought his cock
near my face. I took him into my mouth and
sucked while fingering myself to another powerful orgasm. Afterward, I
asked for something to clean up with so I could
go back to my husband. They gave me a dow.
I wopped off the best I could, slipped the rope
back on, and returned to bed. My husband rolled over,
pressed against me, his hand on my breast, his cock
in my ass. He apologized for finishing so quickly earlier
and asked if I wanted more. I couldn't say no.
I rolled on my back and he climbed on top.
I kissed deeply as he fucked me. Slowly and passionately.
It was exactly what I needed. I came around him.
Later he mentioned the hot tub must have switched to
salt water because my boobs had tasted salty. Signed your
naughty cabin neighbor. Wow, I have never been caught, but
I'll I'll admit it to you. Guys. There's a hot
tap here, and neighbors are on both sides, so there
is that Hello and JB. How are you tonight? That
isn't Yeah, this devil's cavin fever right. Questions for my author,
did anything guys say anything memorable while we're watching or
finishing on you? And for my listeners, have you ever
had a sneaky vacation or camping hook up then involved
neighbors or risk of getting caught? And or or have
you slip back into your partner after some secret fun? Hmmm? No,
I haven't not gonna try it this time, that's for sure.
Dear Nikki. My boyfriend and I recently bought our first
house and he's been doing a lot of renovation work himself.
He started wearing proper builder overalls, and every time I
see him in them, I instantly transport me back to
when I was nineteen and makes me stupidly uncontrollably horny.
I got drunk one night, fell over, and cracked a
huge built in wardrobe mirror in my room. The next day,
I panicked because we'd already been awful tenants. Instead of
telling the landlord, I'd texted the handyman desperately begging him
for help. He came around to assess the damages and
quoted me one hundred and fifty dollars to fix it. Quietly,
I didn't have enough money, so deep in my slutty era,
I turned to the only thing I knew that would
probably work. I offered to suck his cock if he'd
do it for eighty five, the only cash I had.
He was married and properly hesitant. At first, he said
there was no chance. I started begging. I offered more.
I told him he could fuck me come wherever he wanted,
and then I'd never breathe a word of it to anyone.
I stepped closer, my heart racing, and slowly started taking
off my clothes, letting my top slip off my shoulders,
disposing my breast, then sliding my skirt and panties down
my legs until I stood there, completely naked in front
of him. Eventually he caved. He un zipped those heavy
builder overalls in the same style my boyfriendares now and
pulled out his thick, already hardening cock. I dropped to
my knees right there, eager and grateful. I took his sweaty,
throbbing cock into my mouth through the open flies of
his overalls. The musky, masculine scent of his day's work
filled my senses as I sucked him, greedily, licking every inch,
swirling my tongue around the head, slurping noises well. I
worked his shaft with one hand and gently sucked his
heavy balls into my mouth with the other. I looked
up at him the whole time, with lust and gratitude
burning in my eyes, moaning softly around his length, and
as I felt him twitch and hardened further on my tongue,
I reminded him it didn't have to stop here. Please,
you can fuck me, I whispered, I want you too,
and he did. He shrugged the overalls off his shoulders,
letting them drop, and took me hard. He pressed me
against the bedroom wall, my back, arching into his thrust
into my soak pussy in one deep stroke. The rough fabric,
and his strong hands gripped my hips while he pounded me,
each powerful thrust, making my tits bounce and my moan
spill out. Then he bent me over the desk, fucking
me even harder from behind, his hips slapping loudly against
my ass as he drove deep. Within minutes, he groaned
and that he was close. I dropped to the floor,
looking up at him with parted lips and needy eyes.
He stroked himself furiously and erupted all over me, thick
hot ropes of cumb, painting my tits, my stomach, and
dripping down my skin. I sat there on the floor,
dripping with his load, watching him casually measure up the
further class further repair, like nothing had happened. He told
me if I kept it between us, he'd do the
whole thing for free. A few days later, he came
back and placed through mirror completely signed you're desperate, little
mirror slut. I have never, if he has, anybody ever
asked or bartered sex for a deal. I mean, it's
all gentlemen in the room, So as have you been
approached for m JB. I'm a ge get them daily.
What was he using as a measuring device? I wonder,
of course I can count on yours. Oh goodness. There's
always something that triggers a filthy memory, right, there's a
couple things that always trig her mind. My question is
the author, you know, I definitely I think I don't
know if I could pull the stops out like this
like she does, but I would like to think i'd
have the courage and him say yes. Right, For my listeners,
have you ever traded something naughty to get out of
a trouble or fix a problem, or had a handyman
or a similar encounter that turned deliciously filthy? Drop your
confessions in our comments, or you can always send them
to me directly. I'm wondering that, what's the percentage of
tradesmen I've ever happened? Mike? The follow up question b
how many people that are tradesmen got into or it
actually enticed the idea to become a tradesman? You know?
Like is that an actra filthy little thing like maybe
they want a dab and that kind of put them
in the handyman trade, not like absolutely the only reason,
but like a tiny little on the list like I
like this about it, I like this about it, I
like this about it, And propositions for sex like further down, Yeah,
perks are the job, perky perks. I like that Oz.
Dear Nikki. I've shared a lot about me and my
girlfriend before. In particular, there's my old college roommate, Carlos,
who's been very revelent. Long story short. Freshman year, Haley
and I were dating and I was roomed with Carlos,
this handsome guy who turned out to have a huge dick.
He fucked my girlfriend in our dorm room multiple times
while I was gone. She dumped me at the end
of the year. Now, five years later, we're back together,
and this time she was full permission to cheat whenever
she wants, and she does often. Today I woke up
with my car gone. She leaves her work before me
and had left a note saying she borrowed it. She
has her own car, so I called her, asking where
my keys were. She apologized, saying she'd actually taken them
with her. I was annoyed and asked why she even
needed my car. Her ply hit like a gut punch. Well,
I'm meaning Carlos for lunch on my break, and he
said he'd like to see you in your car. My
stomach dropped. Carlos, the guy who fucked her behind my
back all those years ago and basically awakened the cuck
in me. They kept fucking on and off ever since,
including a few times since we got back together. He
knows I found out about the dorm room stuff, but
he has no idea I'd given her permission now, or
that I'd get off on hearing about it. This is
the same guy who railed my girlfriend and my bed
years ago, and now he specifically asked her to bring
my car so he could fuck her in it. To
make it worse, I had to get to work with
no car, a long, miserable journey of multiple buses and
walking in the freezing cold all why, Knowing the reason
was that Carlos wanted to fuck her in my back seat,
I made sure to text her acts exactly how badly
she fucked me over and how awful of commute it was,
not to guilt her, but because I know they'll probably
laugh about it together while he's ball deep inside her.
Her lunch break started about fifteen minutes ago. As I
sit here in my office right now, She's most likely
riding my roommate's massive cock in the back seat of
my car somewhere. I could picture it clearly, her skirt
hiked up, panties pulled to the side or off, those
perfect tits bouncing as she sinks down onto a thick
length with a moan, the windows fogging up, her riding
him hard and fact gasping his name while his hands
gripped her ass the way he did back in college.
He's probably telling her how much tighter or wetter she
feels in my car, how much better she is now
that she's allowed to be a slut again, and how
she's loving every second of it getting creamed in the
same car I'll have to drive home tonight. That image
is definitely going to play on loop in my mind
during the long cold journey back to work. Signed your
devoted cook in the office chair. This is why I
can't be mean, because I can't do this, because I
would think about it's cold, it's rainy, and not only
that it is just taggy, it's not in my My
miles are definitely varying on this because I couldn't do
it to any money. I couldn't and the thought of
because my cheep is so personal to me. I couldn't
imagine saying, yeah, go play around me and use the
backseat too. I couldn't. That's just me guy. Yes, So
for my cooks in the audience, are we into that?
Would you let somebody or your girl or your partner
fuck in the back seat of your car even though
you had to take a long bus ride, jain ride wherever? Yeah?
And have you ever lynch your car or something equally personal,
knowing you would be used for steamy rendezvous or have
you embraced that specific cold rush of logistics in history cobbling? Yeah,
I would be. It'd be a note for me. Dear Nikki.
I met up with someone back in December who was
incredibly good in bad. Last week, he was in town
again and messaged me to meet up with relative staying
at home. I told him it was unlikely, even though
I desperately wanted to see him. He had his daughter
with him too, so finding a way to hook up
seemed impossible. A few days ago, he asked if I
could come over for a drive with him, and I agreed.
I told my relatives I was heading out with a
friend and would be back Soon he pulled up near
my house to pick me up, and the second I
slid into the passenger's seat, the air between us crackled
with tension. Our hands were all over each other immediately,
fingers tracing, thighs, slinding under clothes, teasing and groping. As
he drove, the heat built fast. One thing led to another,
and soon we were parked in a quiet, isolated spot
near my house. I climbed into the back seat with him,
heart racing from risk and excitement. I leaned down and
took his clock into my mouth, sucking him hard and sloppy,
using every trick I knew to make him come quickly
because time was short. My lips stretched around his thick shaft,
tongues swirling and flicking at a sensitive underside while I
bobbed eagerly, saliva dripping down his length as I took
him deeper. The wet, obscene sounds of my mouth filled
the car. But he had other plans. With a growl,
he suddenly pinned me down on the seat, yaking my
pants and panties down to my legs in an urgent motion.
I was already soaked from soaking him. He positioned himself
and pushed his cock and balls deep into my aching
pussy in one powerful thrust. A gasp tore from my
throat as he filled me completely. He fucked me hard,
taking long, deep strokes, even as my legs were pushed
up onto his shoulders, folding me tightly beneath him. The
angle let him drive so incredibly deep, the head of
his cock hitting that perfect spot with every thrust, sending
waves of intense pleasure crashing through me. We were both
sweating heavily, despite the ac blasting on full, our bodies
slick and hot against each other. His hand pressed firmly
over my mouth as my moans grew louder and uncontrollable,
muffling my cries while he kept pounding into me. I
was in absolute heaven, the risk of being so close
to home, the way he stretched and claimed me so thoroughly,
the raw inte in his eyes as he stared down
at me, looking straight into my eyes, his rhythm growing
more urgent, he finally buried himself as deep as possible,
groaning as he came hard. Thick hot spurts of his
cum flooded my pussy while I clunched around him, milking
every drop Just as he was shooting the last of
his load deep inside me and noticed parking lights behind
our car. Panic and thrill mixed as we hurriedly dressed.
He dropped me back near my house, his warm comes
still leaking out of me and soaking through my panties
with every step. Signed your back seat or I've done
it in the passenger seat, but on the back seat
not a back seat horror, not even a horror. Hmm
question for her? Then what happened when you got back inside?
Did feeling of his come leaking goal time keep you buzzing?
And for you listening? People? Have you ever risked a
spontaneous car or public adjacent hookup with family or others
nearby or reconnect with past fleeing? That's perfect, no strings intensity.
Share your own confessions below. I'm definitely feeling it. I
don't know about you, but these were hot from the
radio station. Teas turned fuck. We learned that sometimes the
best chemistry happens when you stop finding that spark and
just let the tension explode, even or especially at work.
The Neon Alley Adventure reminds us how intoxicating risk and
nomininity can be when you're young, drunk on lust and
craving that thrill and the handyman story. It's a delicious
reminder that being bold, resourceful with your body can solve
problems in the hottest possible ways and leave you with
the memories that still get you soaked years later. Shamefree, consensual,
and dripping with pleasure. That's what we're all about here. Okay,
since you guys run around, here's your riddle. I'm a
six letter word. My first three letters refer to an automobile.
My last three letters refer to a household animal. My
first four letters are the name of a fish. But
I'm not found in your house. Oh sorry, but I'm
found in your house. What am i? Oz is right,
it's carpet. Good job, Oz, I still need to dig
up the one from the other day. You love to
eat carpet shag or you know regular flat carpet here curly, Well,
you wouldn't want to eat me. I'm completely like glass,
smooth like marble. Hang on, I need to get If
the BRIT's listening and he's bringing my cord for my charger,
We're about to die here, so I know he's listening.
Britt hard word toors are tasty too. He did this morning,
So I just went that out there. I thought my
charge would last, but I guess not. So was the
whole charge when I came back here too. It's just
like on yellow and I'm like, I know it's gonna die.
You're like the hot part of our tuck in. So
we're gonna make sure we're fully charged, because I would
hate for Oz to not have an answer. A tural
and a naughty tuck in that didn't finish, especially it
was right out at a climactic point. Hello, hang on, guys,
is that I'm buying? Yeah? You know we have flights
in here? Oh did you get it? Oh yep, hang on,
it's back chair. Oh I guess it hurts. Did you
put it?
Speaker 2: This is why I'm not a dude, because I can't
even find the right hole to put it in. I
have a light please wait does that work? No, it's
not work. Wait we miss this one. In my defence,
I'm trying to do this in the dark.
Speaker 1: Oh there we go, oh tod Oh wait, oh shit, okay?
Good who the scream went blank? I was like, oh fuck,
that's not good. Hi, thank you? There you wit. Okay,
crisis is averted. Okay, it's time for your naughty tucket.
If I could stop smiling and grinning, Hey baby, I
have something to tell you a lot of things, actually,
but I've been thinking a lot, and I just I
really really launch you to use me like for your enjoyment,
however you want. I want you to use me for
your pleasure. I want to be the one thing that
like really makes you feel good. I want to be
your relief from stress, responsibility. I want to be the
one for your amusement. I want to be your release.
And I'm naked right now for you, kneeling next to
my bed with my ass resting on my heels. I've
been running my hands across my body, my eyes closed,
and I decided to hit record and just talk to
you a little bit. I know you love my voice, well,
at least I hope you do, knowing that when you
hear me talk to you like this directly in your
ear and singing about you with your headphones in, and
maybe you'll look at the tax and just decide to
listen for enjoyment. I want my voice to make you
feel so good and so hungry. I want the voice
to turn you on. I want to feel your pulse
coicking like mine is right now. Or maybe you'll be
just listening and you'll want more to do more than
just listen. My voice is sweet, sucked, and I know
you like that. I know you do. I just I
would say anything to get your heart beating, so your
cock starts getting hard just from the sound of my voice.
It's yours, daddy.
Speaker 3: MM. I want my voice to turn you on so bad.
I want my voice to tempt you, make you feel good.
I want you to hear how much I want you
to please you.
Speaker 1: And I want my voice to make your lungs burnt
an egge when you breathe. I want you to hear
the sound it makes each time my lips part, and
imagine how wet my mouth is. Is that what you want?
Do you want my mouth? You can use it? MM.
I'd let you. I want you to. I really really
want you to. Right now, I'm imagining you standing in
front of me hard just from the sound of my voice,
and I'm imagining that you're cock and so here, and
then reach out towards it with my soft hand and
I delicately wrap my fingers around your face. I push
saliva to the front of my mouth, to my lips,
and I slowly inch my face towards it. Your head
so close to my lips that when I breathe out
through my nose, you can feel it. I lean forward
so agonizingly slow and press the tip of your head
against my lips, and I give it a little kiss,
and then I press it between my lips just that
and bathe your tip and that sense the place beneath
your head, I'd get wet and tease it with the
tip of my tongue. I'm on that, baby, and you
I know you'd want to thrust in my mouth, but
you're so disciplined and you want me to want you.
You want me to take it in my mouth. I'll
do that for you, but so so slow, eggingly slow.
I'm not teasing you, daddy, I promise, but I want
you to savor me, and you deserve that. I want
you to look into my eyes and look at your
cock in my mouth and feel my tongue massaging your shaft,
and I want to be your good girl. I want
you to fail me. I don't just want you to
use my mouth. I want you to let me use
it for you. You don't have to do anything you
don't want. Just let me be your good girl and
play with your cock in my mouth, please, while I
bull your head deeper and deeper and out of my mouth.
I want to pick up the trails live with my
hand and slowly massage your face. I don't know if
you can hear me touching myself for you, but I
am so so wet thinking about softly, slowly stroking your
base while your cock slides in and out of my mouth.
I want to feel it pulsing at my palm, and
when I feel you getting close, I want to pull
it out, stroke you while you release and spurt come
onto my tongue. I want to watch a trip from
the tip of my tongue and mix to my spit,
onto my breast, down to my other hand. Between my legs.
I want to collect some of it and rub it
into my pussy. Fuck, Daddy, I want to rub your
cum into my cut, pross it deep inside with my fingers.
Oh fuck, you have no idea how bad. I want
to take your hand, blaze it over mine, press the
tips of my fingers inside of me. Right now, I'm
just imagining you're coated with cumb and let you press
them deep, because that's where come deserves to be. I
want you to use my hands, want you to guide them.
Show me where you want me to touch my body,
Show me where you want them to go, Show me
where you want and now to touch me. Oh fuck,
I want you to touch me so bad. I want
you to watch me touch myself. He deserves that. Find
me here the miles closed, kneeling beside my bed, my
legs spread, touching myself while I fantasized about being your
good girl. You're submissive, You're perfect, comeslot. Then I'll do
whatever you want, anything, as long as it pleases you.
I just want to make you feel good. I want
to make you feel good my hands and use them
on you. Oh I'm touching my gun for you, for
you right now, I'm using both hands, with one teasing
my clip and with the other running my fingertips through
my slit and playing with my lips. I want to
push them. I want to pretend it's you pressing your
cock into me. But I'm so tight, and even as
I'm wet for you, I just fuck. I don't know
if I can push them all the way in without you,
without knowing that you would think of use your good girl.
But I did that for you so that you could
listen and watch. Oh wish you could see this, Daddy,
And I just pulled my fingers away. I came a
stream between my two fingers. Look at that. Mmm mm.
I wish you were here to do this for me.
I really do, I really really want you to please
just use me. I'm sort of getting close to the edge.
That's what I think you'd want for me right now.
To listen to me touching myself imagining, get your hands
massaging my breast, cupping them in your palms, teasing my nipples,
imagining that's what you want me to do, because that's
what you want to do. I'm as there, Daddy. I
want to come for you. This is re you imagine
that you're here with me, and if you were here,
I wouldn't come. I wouldn't until I hear you say
that I'm your good girl and that you want me
to You want me to come for you. Am I
your good girl? You want me to come, right daddy? Oh?
Please please tell me I'm here, good girl. Let me come. Please.
I'll do anything, Daddy. M I need to lie down now.
I needed that. I'm gonna go now, daddy, Okay, thank
you for listening, my lovely perverts. If these stories left
you agchings and your own confessions, of course, the wetter,
the wilder, and the better, drop your own to Nikki
and I cany at dear Nikki dot com, completely anonymous
through the Confession's table at dear Nikki dot com, and
just remember, stay shameless, keep exploring, and I'll see you
tomorrow night. I'm in the dark. Good night, everybody.