Speaker 1: Welcome back to Nikki after Dark, your favorite late night
escape where we dive deep into your wildest, steamy, and
most forbidden confessions. I'm your host, Nikki, and tonight we're
turning up the heat. Here are three sinful teasers you'll
hear in tonight's episode. A tipsy late night oober ride
that takes a very wrong turn into the front seat
of a black Honda where just the tip turns into thick,
bare back thrill and a dark parking lot. A college
babysitter who steals a pair of her employer's expensive raid
panties and ends up bent over the living room wall
while the kids are asleep upstairs, getting devoured by the
hot merry dad. And an afterwork drinks night that leads
into a nose strings fling with a strong athletic woman, passionate,
sweaty nibble played fuel nights that left him craving. That's
spontaneous freedom again. But first let's get into something a
little different. Here's your tonight's listener question. I've always played
it safe in relationships, but I'm starting to wonder if
I'm missing out on real passion. How do I know
when it's worth taking a big risk for sexual chemistry.
I want to hear from you, guys. What's the biggest
risk you've ever taken for sexual chemistry and did it
pay off? When is it worth throwing caution to the wind,
and when should you pump on the brakes. Remember you
can send your own confessions to Nikki in Ikky at
Dearniki dot com, anonymously through our website at Dearnicki dot
com under the confessions tab, and join us over on
our discord channel Monday through Saturday eight pm Central Standard
time for nanny shenanigans with me and of course the
other sexploridas just yourself. Okay, guys, it's time for our
very naughty little reddle. Hello Battles, How are you tonight? Brandon?
I'm always old and sometimes new. I'm never sad but
sometimes blue. I'm never empty, but I can be full.
I never push, but I always pull. What am I?
And don't forget You'll get the answer at the very
end of our show. What is that a bottle of?
I'm trying to Battles, What is that a bottle of?
If you don't mind me asking, is it? I'm gonna
say whiskey? Is it Scottish proper twelve nice oh Irish hmm.
Don't tell my insulted them. They get little uh perky
when you do that. Side note, I have a Scottish
friend who's and the porn industry, and when I went
to an event with her, she was trying to give
me directions and she called and oh my gosh, you're scottisfaction,
so thick, so fucking thick. And she was dating an
American and he was with her and all week, and
I kept going, go get more American, Dick. Maybe I
can understand you if you just get more American coming you.
So she's over here now, for she's been over here
for over a year, I think, traveling and doing content
wherever she goes. And I text her the other day
I said, I wonder if you have another enough American
come inside you where I can finally understand you. That's
my theory anyway, and I'm sticking with it, lovely lady, though, Okay,
you know what time it is. It's time to set
you back. Relax. Let's have a whiskey, maybe some proper,
and enjoy some eronic fantasies from people just like you
and me. Dear Nikki. A few years ago, my uncle
hosted a big family reunion at his house, which was
plenty large enough for all of us. I'm a male
twenty five at the time, had traveled long distance and
planned on drinking, so my uncle kindly offered me the
guest room that used to belong to his daughter, my cousin, Christina.
She was twenty four, already married, and had moved out
about a year earlier. Christina was one of the very
few people in my life that I had ever confessed
that I was a closeted bisexual man. I arrived at
the party and was immediately overwelled by the huge spread
of food and alcohol. Right away, I was greeted by
my cousin Christina and her husband, Greg. Greg was strikingly
handsome in a delicate way, five sex thin, and very metrosexual.
He carried himself with an effeminate manner and visited Slan
monthly for five facials, manicures, and hair treatments. Nothing about
him screamed masculine, and my uncle had even openly questioned
Greg's sexuality to me and other family members. We all
just brushed it off, thinking he was simply stylish. The
party went on without any issues. After beers, I decided
I had head to bed shortly after midnight, while Christina
stayed outside and joined her father's heated pool. I changed
into comfortable clothes and just laid down when Greg suddenly
barged into the room, noticeably drunk, scanning me half to death,
He told me he needed to speak to me urgently
and confidentially. As I tried to sit up, he quickly
locked the door and motioned for me to stay in bed.
He asked me when and how I knew I was bisexual.
Then he confessed that whenever he saw me, he got
the overwhelming urge to drop to his knees and suck
my deck. He admitted that he and the male coworker
had once blowjobs, and that he wasn't sure if it
was just face or something he wanted to explore more regularly.
All the dirty talk about blow jobs and sucking cock
had me raw card under the sheets. Greg gave me
an out. He said, if I wanted, we could pretend
this conversation never happened, or he offled to give me
a blowjob right then and there. I admitted I was
already horny and that his words were making my cock throb.
He knelt beside the bed reminded me the door was
locked and no one had to know. In my semi
drunk state, I wasn't about to turn down a blowjob
from this hot, bleached blonde quase femboy. I sat on
the edge of the bed and pulled my pants down.
Greg dove right in, taking my already e wrecked cock
in his warm, eager mouth. It was clear he had
sucked dick before he knew exactly what he was doing.
While he worked me with expert suction, I watched him
slowed down his shorts and starts stroking his hard cock.
After a few in ten spenuts, he climbed onto the
bad and swung into a sixty nine possession. I took
his cock into my mouth. It was about six inches
with a thick, swollen head. Barely a minute later, his
hips started bucking wildly. Without warning. He exploded in my mouth,
shooting powerful waves of hot thick come straight down my throat.
I swallowed every drop and licked his pulsing cock clean.
He kept sucking me until I repaid the favor, irrupting
without warning down his throat as well. He swallowed it
all like a champ. Afterward, we cleaned up quietly. He
thanked me. We swore each other to absolute secrecy. We
saw each other a couple more family events after that night,
but never spoke of it again. Eventually, Greg was caught
at work blowing his coworker. My cousin found out, and
they divorced. It may be wrong, but even years later,
I still get painfully hard every time I remember that secret,
steamy night my cousin's old bedroom, the taste of his cum,
the way his hips jerked, and how eagerly he drained
me signed, your secretly thirsty cousin. That was kind of hot,
you know. I mean, it's not where I thought it
would go. My mind was a little dirty tonight. I'm
just gonna say that and leave it right there. I
think you guys know what I thought was gonna happen,
and I'm curious to know if anybody thought it was
gonna be the cousin cousin thing. I was like, Durcy,
what the fuck did you do? I love the tension,
the secrecy, the bi sexual curiosity that they got to
explore together. This made it incredibly steamy family reunions may
have just gotten a whole new meeting. Questions from my author,
how did it feel when he first confessed his urges
to you? Have you ever fantasy about running into him
again now that he's divorced? And would you explore with
a guy like Greg if the chance ever came up?
And would you do it with him if you ran
into Greg again? Curious about that? And for my listeners,
have you ever had a secret family gathering hookup? Would
you have gone through it at the moment? Drop your
own confessions below. My links are all in the show notes.
Hello George, Happy birthday. Brandon. You know you can always
find ways to hire first sex if you're into that.
Brandon just saya not me. Hello John. Dear Nikki Kitten
learns of the true meaning of the pleasure dom. I
love that Daddy always has little surprises for me, but
this one especially caught me off guard. It wasn't unusual
for him to have me on my back, wristcuffed together
to the headboard above my head while he played with me,
But tonight he brought out two more cuffs and secured
them around my ankles. At first, I thought he might
strap my legs down to the bottom of the bad.
Then he reached below the bad and pulled out a long,
gray so sproutter bar with the hoops on each end.
And then I knew, Oh, Daddy. I breathed, nervous and
excited all at once. That's right, baby girl, Daddy has
something special planned for you tonight. Thank you, Daddy. He
connected the left cuff to one end of the bar,
spread my legs wide, and locked the other end in place.
The biggest surprise was still coming. Once both ankles were secured,
Daddy lifted the bar and my legs high into the air.
He attached each end of the sproutter bar to change
hanging from the top corner of the head board, leaving
my legs spread wide and suspended perfectly in line with
my shoulders. I was so grateful for all the yoga
I've done. I gave it my flip flexibility to handle
my position, mostly though I was hyper aware of my
pussy completely exposed and glistening, with no way to close
my legs or hide. There we go, baby girl, Daddy said,
admiring his work. That's much better, Daddy. I had no
other words. He stared down between my legs, his gaze
burning into me, making my clip throb visibly. What an
exquisite pussy in front and center of me? Who does
this pussy belong to here? Daddy? It's all yours, that's right, kitten.
As he continued staring, he slowly ran his hands over
minner thighs, up to my knees, and back down, stopping
just inches from my aching center, before teasing upward again.
The deliberate torturess touches made me ache with desperate need.
This is a wonderful pose to train you, he said softly.
I know you've told me this pussy belongs to me,
and your sweet little fucked all brains understand it, but
I need your body to know it too. I need
your pussy to know deeply and thoroughly that it's owned.
His hand moved even closer than pulled away, making my
hips twitch helplessly. The best way to teach that ownership
is to control its pleasure, Daddy continued, thus the states,
I'm going to make that pussy feel so good, but
completely on my terms. My leg started trembling. Daddy lowered
his space and placed one tiny, fatherlike kiss directly on
my swollen clint. My whole body jerked, making the chains
rattle loudly. He looked up with a dell lighted smile. Good,
I love that sound. Whose pussy is this? You? Ares, Daddy?
I moaned. That's right, Daddy's sweet little pussy. He kissed
my vulva again, longer this time, then my clit once more.
He slowly dragged his tongue along my ounther thigh before returning.
Every chiitch made my chain sing. Then he suddenly stopped,
sat up, just stared into my eyes. Daddy, please, I
whispered desperately. You can beg all you want, baby girl.
Who's in control here, Hugh? Daddy. That's right. Daddy decides
when and how you received pleasure, if at all. I
whimpered and tried to grind my pelvis, but the restraints
barely let me. You must feel so exposed right now,
so vulnerable, Yes, Daddy, good, he said, leaning to my
kiss my thighs. That's exactly what I want. He kept
teasing me mercilessly, kissing, licking, and sucking in unpredictable patterns,
long slow licks from my entrance all the way up,
sometimes circling my asshole, before gliding back to my clit.
He sucked my clit with just the right pressure, then
pull away right when I needed it more. My juices
mixed with his spit, dripped down my ass and soaked
the sheets beneath me. Finally, he focused on my clip,
long licks and fast little flicks, then deep suction. I
fought the restraints, trembling violently as the orgasm built like
molten lava. When it crashed over me, I came harder
than I ever had him my life, screaming and shaking
as a pleasure could consume me completely. For a moment,
I felt like I'd left my body entirely. When I
finally floated back down, Daddy was smiling up at me,
his mustache and chin glistening with my witness. He looked
happier than I'd ever seen him. I love you, kitten,
he whispered, I love you, Daddy. He crawled up and
kissed me deeply, letting me taste myself on his tongue.
Then he slid back down and planted another soft kiss
on my over sensitive clit, making me twitch and gasp.
He wasn't done, not even close, Daddy. In fact, I
need your clock. Please love me now, he smiled at
a wicked smile. Not yet, we have so much more
to do. He reached into the drawer and pulled out
the G spot vibrator, a powerful magic wand, and a
small click total suction toy. His eye sparkled with a
devilish intent. I nowhere near done with that pussy tonight.
I laid my head back, staring at the ceiling, already
knowing I was about to lose how many counts of
times I was going to come Daddy told me that
he was a pleasure dom that night I finally understood
exactly what that meant. Signed your trembling, kitten. I heard
a lot of messages coming through, so I'm gonna I
figured it was John. That was a lot of fussy John.
So this story reminds me of a picture. I know
I talked about this picture either last week or maybe
late of the previous I'll never forget this. And there
is something I'm not this slimber, but I swear to
God I would sign up for every class to be
this slimber. So it's a picture of a man and
you only see the back of him, and he's on
this couch and this woman is up on and I
don't know what to call it, but picture it kind
of like a swing set, you know, with the triangle
in the ends of the base and the bar cross
and she was spread open for him and restrained and
tied and beautifully tied in shabari and it was it
was a Christmas post. And if I ever find that post,
I will share it with you guys here. And I
thought most people would say that, you know, on the
vanilla world, and probably not like it me. I found
it the most the hottest, most sexiest thing and actually
very romantic in a way. I'm like, that's the woman
I want to be. That's the woman I am, and
that's I want my man to be able to see
me all exposed in that open for him. So that's
what it doesn't mean. This whole time I kept picturing
that picture. So my questions for my author, what was
the most overwhelming part for you, the total exposure, the
ajang or the multiple orgasms. Has Daddy used the spreader
bar on you again since that night? And how long
did the section actually last? And for my listeners, have
you ever been restrained in such an exposed helpless position?
Have you ever restrained somebody? Would you trust your partner
enough to let them control your pleasure like this for hours. Yeah,
I would send your own confessions to Nikki in Ikky
at dear Niki dot com anonymously through the website at
dear niki dot com under the confessions tab and join
me over on my discord channel Monday through Saturday eight
pm for naughty teasings from me dear Niki. For most
my adult life, I've considered myself a straight mail. I
had a few experiences with guys when I was younger,
and I'm comfortable with other men's touch during group sex.
I'm open minded. I've dated both biological and trans women,
but I had never been with anyone who identifies as male.
That changed a couple of years ago after a late
night encounter at my twenty four seven gem. It completely
shifted how I see myself. I prefer working out at
gym when it's nearly empty, usually after my evening shift,
near midnight or very early in the morning. Normally I'm alone,
but this time a couple of in their twenties was there.
The same pair I'd seen many times before. She was fit,
with a nice round ass that I'd admired often, and
I'm pretty sure she noticed my glances. He was skinny
and much less muscular. They sometimes asked for help with
a bench pressing and when exchange casual workout related chats,
but nothing personal. I always assumed they were a couple,
though they seemed like an odd match. That night, they
were different, louder, laughing more, and she was openly flirting
with me. I also caught him staring at my arms
while I did bicep pearls. Their attention turned me on
more than I expected. I'd finished my workout and headed
to the showers. While I was showering, some one stepped
into the saw next mine. It was him. His body
was slim, hairless, almost gurly compared to mine. I'm middle aged, bearded,
hairy guy with a bit of a belly despite years
of lifting. I secretly watched him soap up his smooth
back and ass while the SuDS ran down his cheeks.
I felt myself getting hard. I turned away so I
wouldn't seem like a creepy old man. When I turned back,
he was facing me with a full erection that he
tried to hide. He looked scared and ashamed. I showed
him my own thickening cock and said, let me see.
He dropped his hands, revealing his ard dick. I got
raw card and asked if he liked what he saw,
and he nodded. I told him to get on his knees.
He obeyed, staring at my throbbing cock. Inches from my
face up in your mouth, I ordered, then slapped his
cheek with my cock. He opened wide and took me in,
sucking eagerly. As I grabbed his head and pushed him deeper,
he suddenly came hard all over my feet without touching himself.
The sight nearly made me explode. I pulled out and
told him to bend over, and he eagerly lifted his ass,
spreading his cheeks and begging me to fuck him. I
licked his smooth, hairless hole while stroking his cock. Then
I pressed my thick cock against him and slowly pushed in.
He was tight, but clearly experienced. Still, my sighs made
him gasp and asked to stop several times before I
fully buried myself. Once I was all the way in,
I fucked him while jerking off. He came quickly on
my hand and I unloaded deep inside his ass. I
was dazed by what had just happened. As I washed off,
he sat at my feet, smiling contently. As I come
trip down from him, I asked if he was okay,
and he nodded. When I reached the changing room, his
girlfriend was waiting by the door. I should have guessed
what he was up to, she said, with a smirk.
He's such a whoresometimes. Was it fun in my boyfriend's ass?
She admitted she had watched the entire thing, who now
was incredibly horny. She told me she wanted the same treatment,
but had more self respect than to do it in
a slutty changing room. Instead, she invited me back to
their place. Her boyfriend arrived looking guilty, but she was
still angry with him for breaking their agreement not to
act yet. In the car, she explained, they found my
profile on a kick sight and recognized me from the gem.
They had been fantasizing about dominating both of them. Her
boyfriend loved being treated like a girl and getting fucked,
but she craved a real man to use her like
a slut. At their home, things got quite intense. I
took control immediately, making him watch quietly in the corner
while I kissed and dominated her I made her come
just by pinning her and pressing my thigh against her
soak pussy. Then I had them strip and swap her panties.
He looked ridiculous and horny in her tiny pink thong.
I fingered her tight pussy and ass until she came screaming,
then fucked her on the couch while he watched. Later,
I had her piss all over him, which made him
come untouched. Eventually, I took her ass while he licked
her pussy, then let him fuck her pussy as I
filled her ass. He finished my coming in her caping
hall after me. He cleaned us both with his mouth
while she rested on my lap. Later that night, he
woke me by sucking my cock, and I fucked his
ass again in their bedroom. Since that night, they become
a regular part of my life. When we eat often
sometimes together, sometimes one on one. Hoor now dressed fully
as a girl with his cock cage. When we play.
His jobs to prepare slut and cleaner up afterward. If
he does well, he gets spucked, If not, he gets punished.
Both submit to me and Horr also submits to slut.
What started is a simple jem pok up completely awakened
a dominant bisexual side of me I never fully explored
before signed your Midnight jem Daddy. You know I thought
about going to the gym late at night cause I
prefer like him to work out late at night. Hum
fuck O might have some more stories for you guys. Hello, Hora, Hey,
how are we almost called you? George? I actually like
this confession. It's really hot, not just discovering new sides
of what turns us on, but watching someone step in
a dominant role when they never had it on their radar.
The power shift, the public risk, and the ongoing dynamic
are all seriously steamy. Now I have to agree with her.
I couldn't do it in a gem bathroom or stall
or wherever they were right. I'm the type of person
like to come to my own bathroom and shower and stuff,
So I leave. It's Jim come home. Questions from my
author What surprised you the most about your own reactions
during that first shower encounter? How has your self identity
changed since becoming their domb deeper or fucking slut or
or both together? The most in questions for my listeners,
have you ever had a spontaneous gem or a public
hookup that turned into something ongoing. Excuse me? Would you
let would you be open to exploring the couple with
the chemistry? Felt right? Drop your own confessions in the
links below. I'm really horny, kind of waiting free to
write me. I'm just saying anybody had a public hookup
for Jim hookup? Dear Nikki, this happened in my art
class last year. I still can't believe I'm sharing it.
I needed extra credit from my art elective, so when
the professor asked for a volunteer model the figure drawing session,
I stupidly raised my hand without thinking. I'd assumed i'd
just sit there fully clothed. Nope, they wanted me nude.
When I got to the studio, there were already about
twelve students set up with their easels. My heart was
pounding so hard I could barely breathe. The professor handed
me a robe and told me I could keep it
on until I was ready. I went behind the screen,
stripped everything off, and stood there shaking for a full minute, thinking, Melanie,
you idiot, Everyone's going to see you complaintely naked. I
finally dropped the robe and stepped on the platform. The
first pose was sitting on a stool with my legs crossed.
I felt exposed. Then the professor asked me to do
a lying pose on my side, and that's when things
got really intense. One of the students was the sky
named James, a senior who's incredibly talented. While everyone else
was drawing, he kept looking at me in a way
that wasn't just artistic. He was seeing me, really seeing me.
During the break, I was putting the rope back on,
he came over and whispered, you're really beautiful up there.
I blushed so hard my cheeks burned. After class, he
offered to show me his sketches. We slipped into a
small side room and he locked the door behind us.
I don't know what came over me, but I let
the robe fall open, revealing my naked body. He stared
for a second, then closed the distanced and kissed me
like he was starving for me. His hands were everywhere,
squeezing my tits hard, grabbing my ass, rubbing between my legs.
I was already soaking wet from being completely naked and
on display for the whole class for over an hour.
He pushed two fingers inside me while he was kissing
and biting my neck. I came fast and hard. I
had to clamp my hands over my mouth to stay quiet.
He loved the little moans and still escaped, so he
fingered me even harder, drawing it out until my legs
were shaking. Then he bent me over the small table
and fucked me from behind. It was so hot and intense.
We tried desperately to stay quiet because we could still
hear people talking right outside the door, but the risk
just made it hotter. He pulled my hair, thrusting deep
while whispering how sexy I looked, posed naked for everyone.
I came again, even harder, this time, my whole body
trembling as I tried not to scream. After that, he
pulled out and shot warm come all over my back.
We cleaned up as fast as we could paper towels,
trying to look normal. We walked out and no one
had any idea what had just happened in that room. Now,
when I see James on campus, I still get butterflies
in my stomach. It's so hard to ack normal. When
we pass each other, I always think I actually let
that senior from my art class fuck me right after
I'm model naked for everyone. It felt dirty, but I
can't lie. I loved every second of it, through all
being launched, the risk and the way he took me
afterward still turns me on when I remember it. Sign
your secret naked art model. I have never really understood that.
I mean, I can admit seeing an attractive body even
he went a dad bob. You know, sorry, guys, it
does it turns me on. I love a good dad bod.
So for me, not speaking for all women, I like
to know you lived a little at a burger cheesecake.
I like to know that, right, I mean, it just
shows you're human and you're also sexy. So this confession,
although my miles very on, it is deliciously risky and
very ironic. The combination of putting yourself out there modeling nude,
which I never could do, followed by secret, intense hookup
that dirty, but I loved it very much. So for
my author, what was the biggest rush for you? Being
naked in front of the whole class or getting fucked
right after while trying to stay quiet? Have you and
James ever hooked up again since that day, and when
you volunteered model nude again knowing what might happen? And
for my audience, have you ever had a spontaneous hookup
in a place where you could easily get caught? Would
you pose nude for an art class knowing it might
lead to something more? Send your own confessions to Nikki
and Ikky at dearniki dot com anonymously through our website
at dearniki dot com under the confessions tab, and don't
forget join us over on our Discord channel Monday through Saturday,
eight pm Central Standard Time for naughtiness with other sexplortives
just like yourself. See, there's something about a good dad bod.
I don't know what it is. I think it's hot.
Like I said, it looks like you. Because that's one
thing I like to do with the guy that I'm with.
I love to take care of them. I love to cook, barbecue, girls,
smoke a lot of all that stuff. So I like
to cause like it's kind of like an offering, like
here some great food, will you let me suck your dick?
That's my old thought process about it. Here cookie, something
really nice, and you'll let me suck your dick. Right.
I mean it's a win win for you, I kind
of think, I mean it still gets me off, but yeah, right,
my over stepping over bounds here, And thank you for
changing your profile, mister e very sexy, eugh, very nice.
Dear Nikki. I've been thinking about this woman i'll call
her A is that if I was free and single
of the time and for once I actually seized the
opportunity right in front of me. I missed that version
of myself and I want that energy back in my life.
Back then, Friday after work drinks were a regular thing.
There was always some excuse trainee graduations, birthdays, promotions, commiserations,
or just payday. This particular night was leaving do for
something or someone I didn't know particularly well. I hadn't
even been drinking with her group that evening. It was
the usual scene, three or four groups migrating from pub
to pub, than a bar, back to another pub, and
finally ending up at a sticky floored club with smoke machine.
It was one of those grab a granny night's, but
it stayed open late. I was drunk enough to go
with the flow. But I've been chatting with Andy, the
openly gay guy in the office had been hilariously lewd,
talking about heavy balls, tongues, dribbling, and slapping skin. His
dirty talk had me worked up more than I expected.
I was in a little group of five by then.
Someone made the usual ah, you're leaving, good luck comments.
No professional boundaries to worry about anymore. We had a drink,
some light touches on the arm, and started getting smoochy,
rubbing my arm and shoulders and small of my back.
I played it cool at the first, since the callings
were still around, but my hands found her back, sliding
down her spine to her tight, rounded bumb Her body
felt firm and athletic under her shirt. As the night
wore on and lights came up, I kissed her. I
saw the hunger in her eyes, and for once in
my life, I took what was offered. Hand in hand.
With her housemate tagging along and fully in the know,
we walked across town. There were passionate snogs in the doorways,
giggles during wee stomps behind the bushes and trees in
the middle of a dark playing field. Back at her house,
tea beer water, then straight to the bedroom, A little
nervous excitement. Oh, you're in my bedroom, I'm in your bedroom.
We fell into the bed, kissing clothes coming off in
a rush. I love the way she pulled her top
over her head with that wiggle as it popped off
with help. Her brawl came off too, revealing her perky,
firm breast. No huge, but perfectly fun and incredibly sensitive.
At first, the night was a bit of a blur.
She told me to grab a Johnny for her bowl
and walked home in the morning light with her number
in my phone. That the next night. A few nights after,
I remember vividly as a was always up for sex.
Until she left down a couple weeks later. We hooked
up whenever we could. She wasn't super skinny, but had
a strong athletic build with wide hips. I loved gribbing
brown curly hair and sparkling green eyes behind her glasses,
and that suft, soft southern accent that encouraged me to
keep going. She didn't do oral either way, which was
a shame because she was tasted delicious and had a lovely,
full bush. But the sex was fantastic. I remember crailing
her hit back and fucking her hard in a bridged position.
Her legs wrapped around me, pulling me deeper As I
thrust up into her. Her wet pussy crept my cop perfectly.
When her arms gave out, she collapsed on her back,
pinching and pulling her own nipples while I kept driving
into her. One night, after coffee and a cigarette, I
spent ages playing with her sensitive nipples, rubbing, circling, licking
and sucking on them. She suddenly came from that chest flushed,
red face glowing. She was absolutely soaking. I pushed her
down into the legs up missionary and fucked her hard.
She grinned the whole time, loving every deep thrust. Ay
was always fun, always eager, and left me with some
of the honest memories from that life. Sign You're a
nostalgic Friday night fucker. Okay, I have a question. What
is a I don't know this. I'm assuming this is
the UK. What is a grab a gu garon granny?
We're gonna google that. Anybody know before I start googling it? Okay,
we'll look this up. Anybody know? Good night charge? Oh? Essentially,
it's a mature woman night in a niner club, grab
a granny? Exactly why can't you just say cougar? Or okay,
it did, but you know I'm okay, guys, this is
the picture I have in my head. Have you ever
played old maid? Exactly? That's exactly the picture I have
in my head, old maid, not a cougar or a guilf.
You know when the type of mature woman we're thinking of,
I'm thinking of the old of old maid on the
card box from like early early, probably like eighties, not
I don't know what if she's changed over the decades,
but still, oh goodness, So now you know my thought
on that. That's the whole time I kep thinking, I'm
picturing this old woman with a cane, and I'm like,
I hope she's taking something for her or her bones
and hips, just saying don't bring a hip, got break
her hips? Guys. Questions from my author, what was your
favorite position or moment with her that you still think
about the most. Do you ever wonder what happened to
her after she left town? Have you had any other
similar spontaneous hookups since then? Or has life made it
harder to seize those moments? And for my listeners who
laughed at me over Granny Night, have you ever turned
an after and work drinks night into a hot fleeing
with a coworker or acquaintance. Would you hook up with
someone knowing they're leaving town soon? Yes? Drop your own stories.
All my links are in my show notes. Dear Nikki,
I was drunk that night, not blackout drunk, but the
perfect confident buzz where you feel invincible. I've been at
a party across town and my friends ditched me. So
around two who I am? I called an uber? The
guy pulled up in a black Honda, maybe forty bearded
with a thick strong arms. I climbed into his back
seat and immediately started talking shit like I always do
when I'm nervous and tipsy. You're cute for an uber driver,
I teased, you got a name? Or should I just
call you driver Joshua, he said, glancing at me in
the rear of your mirror, and you're drunk. I laughed
and told him I liked that he was honest and
made me feel like he wasn't some creep. He'd take
advantage from there. I kept flirting hard the whole ride,
asking if he always worked this late, if he got lonely,
and if passengers ever entertained him. I was being so obvious,
but I didn't care. He kept looking back at me,
and I could tell he was getting turned on. The
naughtiness of flirting with my uber driver made me even wetter.
With a smile, your trouble, he said, when he stopped
at a red light. Oh you have no idea, I
shot back with a grin. We were almost at my
place when he suddenly pulled into a dark parking lot
behind a grocery store, closed and turned off the car.
He looked at me through the gap in the seats.
By then I was definitely leaving a wet spot on
his back seat. What are we doing here, I asked,
my voice cracking a little as I felt a flash
of sober sobriety at me, even teasing me for the
last twenty minutes, Joshua said, unbuckling a seat belt, are
you going to back it up? Or what? I should
have been scared. I should have gotten out and walked home,
but my drunk, corny brain was screaming that i'd talk talk,
so now I had to walk the walk. I climbed
to the front seat and straddled him. The steering wheel
pressed into my back, but I didn't care. I kissed
him hard, all teeth and tongue, while his big hands
lid up my skirt and grabbed my ass. Fuck you
feel so good and you smelled delicious, he groaned against
my neck. His fingers pushed under my thong and rubbed
me roughly. You're already soaked. You've been thinking about this
whole ride, haven't you, maybe, I moaned, grinding against his
hand like I couldn't stop. He pulled out his cock, thick,
fainty and leaking. I wrapped my hand around it and
stroked him while he fingered me, both of us breathing
hard in the front seat condom. I managed to ask, Shit,
I don't have one. I knew I should stop, but
I was drunk tripping and he was right there. I
didn't want to lose the moment. How abound? Just the tip,
I whispered like an idiot. He lifted me up and
I sank down on him. It was way more than
just the tip. He stretched me wide and I gasped.
He was bigger than I expected. It almost hurt, but
in the best way. You're tight, he moaned, gripping my
ass hard. Ride me let's see what you got. I
started bouncing on him, the car rocking noticeably. I was
terrified someone would see us, but that fear only made
it hotter. He pulled my top down and sucked on
my nipples while I rode him, moaning louder than I
should have. You like getting fucked by your uber driver,
he growled. He liked being a little slut in my car. Yes, fuck,
don't stop. He grabbed my hair, yanked my head, and
I started thrusting up and timmy hard. The angle hit
everything perfectly. I clawed at his shoulders as my pussy
clinched around his thick cock. I'm gonna come, come on
my dick now, he ordered. I exploded, shaking all over
him while he kept fucking me through it. I was
so lost in my orgasm that it barely noticed when
he came pumping inside me. We sat there panting as
come dripping down my leg and onto the seat. So
I guess you're giving me five stars, he said, with
a smark. As we straighten our clothes. I laughed, left
him a twenty dollars tip and planted a lipstick smudge
on his collar, and walked the last two blocks home
with a huge smile on my face, still feeling him
drip out of me. My friends would kill me if
they knew I just fucked a stranger in a parking lot.
But I can't lie. I loved every risky second of it.
Signed your drunk little uber slut. This is what I
liked about this one that I love that you know,
she you know, walked the walk. Now she had to,
you know, basically, she had to own up to it.
I do love that. I do absolutely love a man
that is this honest because I am too like naturally,
I am just just as bold. I tend to when
I want to tell somebody something that I think that
might hurt her feelings, I always come with the prefacess
of you know, I love you. But because remember the butt,
that everything that comes forth the butt cancels out. So
I try to stick acoat everything. Basically, when as I
tell my girlfriends, you know, I'm the girlfriend you want
when you're dressed like a hoe and you don't want
to look like a hoe or Ronald McDonald. So I
tend to be that blunt. But I like a guy
that can meet me that way. There's a very fine line.
But when a man could come on to you like
that and nobody wants to come on to you. It's
hot as fuck and I love when men own it.
Absolutely do your caveman thing and own it. That's me,
but that's not for every woman or other man. Just saying,
for my author or my uber sluds, what turns you
on the most? The flirting during the ride, the risk
of getting caught, or how rough and dominant he got.
Have you ever taken another Uber ride hoping for something similar?
Do you still get? What think about him filling you
up without a condom? And for my listeners, have you
ever hooked up with your Uber driver or passenger? Would
you ever go bear with a stranger in a spontaneous
moment like this? Send your own confessions to Nikki and
I kk y at dear Nikki dot com, anonymously through
our website at dear Nikki dot com under the confession's
tab and join me in whatever I have to say.
Saxy maybe pussy over on our Discord channel Monday through Saturday,
eight pm Central Standard time. Ha ha, thank you, Dear Nikki.
I've been baby sitting for the Carter since I started college.
There are a couple in their late thirties, who live
just three houses down for my parents. I've known them
since I was fourteen. Mister David Carter is tall, with
intense blue eyes, and always wears fitted polo shirts that
hug his arms perfectly. I've always thought he was hot
in that forbidden dad way, but I tried not to
let myself think about it too much. After all, he's
married with kits and I'm just their babysitter. Missus Carter
is a sales executive who travels constantly, often gone two
or three weeks at a month. That means I've been
spending a lot more time at their house lately, putting
the kids to bed and waiting for David to get
home from work. The first time I noticed a shift
was about a month ago. It was a hot day,
so I was wearing my tiny denim shorts in a
tank top. When David walked in. He stared at me
a second too long, his eyes slowly traveling down my
legs and back up. I felt this rush of heat
between my thighs. I pretended not to notice, but I
definitely did. Last week, I went upstairs to use their
bathroom and saw the master bathroom door was open inside
their closet. Missus Carter has an incredible laundry collection rose
of expensive lace and silk. One set in deep red
lace with a little black bose caught my eye. It
was still in the packaging, and the tag says thirty
four B exactly my size. I don't know what came
over me, but I took it. I wanted to wear
it for him. If he was going to look, I
was going to give him something worth looking at. This
past Saturday, I wore the red lace brawn panties under
my clothes. I slipped on the loose sun dress over them,
and spent the whole evening putting the kids to bed,
feeling secretly worked up and wet. David got home around nine.
I stood up in front of the couch and he
walked in. Hello, mister Carter, I said softly, David. He
corrected me, My keil was deys call me David. We
sat on the couch talking about classes and work. I
let one of my dress straps accidentally slip down my shoulder.
He saw his eyes locked onto it and watched him
swallow herart. Helly your strap, he murmured, Oh sorry, I replied,
but I didn't fix it. Instead, I stood up, bent
over slowly to pick up a toy the kids had
left on the floor, letting my dress ride up. I
knew he could see the red lace. Is that? He
started voiced, thick, is that my wife's I turned around
and pulled my sun dress slowly up showed him the
full red lace panties with a black little bow right
in the corner. I just borrowed them, I whispered, I
hope that's okay. He stood up, breathing hard, and growled
my name. Before I could say anything else, his hands
were on my waist and he was kissing me hard,
tonguing my mouth, pulling my dress up. He pushed me
against the wall and rubbed me through my soak lace.
You're soaked. Fuck helly, you're so up, he groaned against
my neck. For you, only for you. He dropped to
his knees and slowly pulled the panny's down my legs
and buried his face between my thighs, right there in
the living room. His tongue was hungry, licking and sucking
my clit like he'd been starving for it. I had
to bite my hand to stay quiet because the kids
were sleeping upstairs. He slid two thick fingers inside me
while sucking my clit. I came so hard my legs shook.
He kept licking me gently through every wave. I dropped
to my knees and sipped pants and took his thick,
hard cock into my mouth. I looked up at him
the whole time, sucking him slow and deep, stroking what
I couldn't fit. He grown my name like a prayer,
his hand gently in my hair. When he warned me
he was close, I kept going until he exploded down
my throat. I swallowed every drop, smiled up at him,
and instantly, you're dangerous, he breathed, pulling me up for
another kiss. Do you know that? I just smiled, fixed
my dress and kept the panties as a souvenir. His
wife will never miss one pair. I'm babysitting again next week,
and I think I'm going to wear the matching red
ice brawl signed your red lace babysitter. Hmm, could you
gentlemen and a fantasy or in real life? Maybe handle that?
For bed and temptation? The slow seduction stealing your his
wife's lingree definitely a clot classic Ooh, my tongue, My
tongue is tied. Anybody want untight? This was a classic
hot babysitter fantasy with a real tension and heat. I
did love this one. Questions from my author. We felt
wearing her lingerie doing everything in the living room with
the kids upstairs. Have you and David hooked up again
since that night? Oor is next week going to be
around two or forty at this point? And how what
does it make you know you're thinking about him and
tasting you on your wife's couch. And for my listeners,
have you ever had a crush on someone you babysat
for or somebody who worked for your family? Would you
ever steal lingerie to seduce them? Now? I've got plenty
of my own. Send your own confessions to Nikki and
Ikky at dearniki dot com, anonymously through our website at
dearniki dot com and just confessions tab and join me
every night where I sit in a nice sexy dress
with nothing on underneath Monday through Saturday, eight pm Central
Standard Time on our Discord channel. So what can we
learn from Tonight's stories? Sometimes the hottest moments happen when
we let go over thinking, whether that's climbing onto the
front seat of an uber with a stranger, wearing a
stolen red lace, lingerie for a married man while his
kids sleep upstairs, or seizing a spontaneous fling when the
chemistry is electric and the opportunity is right in front
of you. These confessions show us that sexual confidence can
turn ordinary situations into unforgettable memories. A little risk, a
dash of boldness, and being fully present in the moment
often leads to the most intense pleasure. At the same time,
there reminds us that the best experiences usually come with
clear consent, mutual desire, and a bit of awareness. The
thrill is real, but so is the importance of staying safe,
both physically and emotionally. Trust your instincts, communicate openly, and
when the vibe feels right, sometimes you just have to
go for it. And now it's time for your dirty
sounding riddle. The answer that is, I'll repeat it because
some of you weren't quite here yet. I'm always old
and sometimes new. I'm never sad but sometimes blue. I'm
never empty but I can be full. I never push,
but I always pull. What am I do I need
to end it again, Okay, one more time? Were the
jeep Saints. I'm always old and sometimes new. I'm never
sad but sometimes blue. I'm never empty, but I can
be full. I never push, but I'm always pull. What
am I the moon? But I'm bump? Thank you. It's
always nice to know when I find a decent one.
All right, gentlemen, it's time for your naughty tuck in
the bass from the punk show is still hummed in
my veins as I watched him from the bar. But
tonight was about loud music. Tonight was about control. I
recognized him immediately from vet life, Cute, eager, twenty two
and dripping with that fresh submiss of energy I love
breaking in his messages. Just had been polite but hungry,
and when I suggested drinks, he'd agreed fast. Now back
at my empty house, there between us crackled stay on
the sofa. I ordered my voice low and firm. I
went upstairs and changed into a tight black shirt that
clung to my full breast and the pair of black panties.
Then grabbed a back of my toys. When I came
back down, his eyes devoured me my thick thighs, the
curve of my hips away, my nipples pressed against the
thin fabric strip naked now, then get on all fours
all like a good bitch. He obeyed, instantly peeling off
his clothes, trembling hands until he was bare cock ready,
half hard in twitching. I sat on the sofa, spread
my legs just enough to tease him with the sight
damp panties massage my feet. His hands were warm and eager,
thumbs pressing into my arches with skill. Surprisingly, I sighed,
leaning back, laying in the power settle over my warm honey.
After a few minutes, I lifted one foot to his
lips suck. The first touch of his hot, wet mouth
around my toes sent a shiver straightened to my pussy.
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the night with me and Nikki after dark. If these
stories made you throb ache, or smile, send your own
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sexplortoves just like yourself. Stay Nanny, stay safe, and I'll
see you again tomorrow night. Good night everyone,