Speaker 1: Hello, My loves, Welcome to Back to Nikki after Dark,
where your darkest desires come to life and my voice.
Here are three teasers of what you'll hear on tonight's show.
A hungry, army wife left alone while her husband's on
door finally crosses the line when she swore she'd keep
dropping to her knees for more strangers, until one reckless
night she lets a man take her pussy for the
first time. Then a tiny four ten wife with a
big bubble bot spots a six to six stranger with
the most massive bulge and a Vegas pool party. What
starts is playful teasing with her husband ends with both
tall men staring at her ass at a hotel elevator.
And later, a naughty summer slut finds out fresh Uni
spends the day with her windows wide open run her
extra sensitive cunt until she's moaning loud enough for the
whole neighbor to hear. That and so so much more.
Here's your tonight's question. When the weather turns hot and
you schedule finally opens up, what's the one fantasy or
naughty habit you meatly want to dive back into. Tell
me does the summer heat make you crave risky outdoor sex,
more frequent self pleasure sessions, exploring new kinks or reconnecting
with a partner in ways you've been missing. And what's
the wildest summer me version of yourself? You never let loose,
don't forget. You can send your own confessions and stories
to Nikki and Ikky at dear niki dot com, submit
them anonymously through our confessions tabit dear niki dot com,
or just feel free to share them here on our
discord channel in the chat. Okay, it's my favorite part
of the show. I've you been listening long enough. It's
time for our filthy sounding rental. Okay, here you go.
What's a four letter word that ends in the letter
K as in kite and it means the same thing
as intercourse. Keep those thoughts in your head, Mommy, listen
to some delicious, naughty stories. You know what time it is.
It's time to sit back, relax. Let's have a whiskey
with some filthy cherries, of course, and explore some erotic
fantasies from people just like you and me. Dear Nikki,
can a maths teacher still get some cocks? Up. That's
a filthy question running through my mind constantly. Lightly At first,
I was worried that standing in front of the classroom
every day, chalk dust on my fingers and glasses perched
on my nose might have made me invisible to men.
But fuck that. I've discovered I'm hornier than ever, and
the answer is a very enthusiastic yes. It started innocently enough.
I'd catch a parent or colleague's eyes lingering on my
curves when I wore a tight pencil skirt and blouse
that hugged my tits just right. The thrill of knowing
I could make a man hard while discussing algebra made
my pussy throb under my desk. Now I fantasize about
locking the classroom doors after hours, bending over my desk
and letting a lucky guy high cup my skirt in
slide a thick cock deep inside me while I mown
equations between gasps. I love the contrast prem and proffer
during the day and dripping wet and desperate at night.
I've started wearing sexy lingerie beneath my professional outfits, the
lace rubbing against my sensitive nipples and shaved pussy with
every step, keeping me constantly on at which one evening
a former student's older brother stop by to thank me
for helping with tutoring. The way his eyes darkened when
he looked at me told me everything before I knew it.
We were in my kitchen, my legs wrapped around him
as he fucked me hard against the counter, his cock
filling me perfectly, while I cried out in pleasure. Yes,
a math's teacher can absolutely still get all the cock
she wants, thick, hard and eager. I'm living proof that
intelligence and experience only makes me sexier, wetter, and far
more willing to explore every naughty desire. My body craves
it now more than ever, and I'm done holding back.
Signed your naughty math teacher, I could answer that without
you going to all the fun exploration that you've done.
Absolutely it does. I can't tell you how many calls
I would take of you auntie mother in law's sister
in laws, you know kind of and teachers professors were
always up there as well, So yes, it's a fetish
kind of like librarians, right, mister Darcy, I still have
a pencil skirt. I need to find the perfect glasses form,
just saying the confidence you have and the experiences are
incredibly attractive. And that contrast, like you said, between professional
and filthy. You know, lady on the street, the hooker
in the bed. Right, so many men or anyone finds
it sexy. Questions for you, though, what's one fantasy involving
a parent, colleague, or student's relative that you've been dying
to turn you on the most? Have you ever started
dressing or behaving differently to signal how available and horny
you're feeling? And for all my listeners out there, teachers
and other professionals in respectable jobs, who else has a
secret see bloody side that comes out after hours? What's
sexier to you? The prem professional look or knowing what
the filthy freak she has underneath? I had, Well, she
was my Spanish and my French teacher, and I didn't
know her outside of class, but I there was somebody
that went to church with her and they knew her
personally outside of that as well, And apparently she was
a freak like and she did not look at she
looked very prim and proper, but now that I look back,
not that she gave any signs of it, but I
could see where she was now that I you know,
lifed it all right, dear Nikki. The anticipation is bending,
building all evening, thick and electric in the air, like
a heavy scent of our mingled arousal. My heart hammers
in my chest as I sit in the corner of
the room, exactly where I belong, useless, trembling, eyes fixed
on the bed where my boyfriend moves with confident, hungry.
Poor my little locked clit strains against the desperate, tight
steel cage, throbbing uselessly with every heartbeat, leaking clear drops
that trickle down my thighs. I can't touch it. I'm
not allowed. All I can do is watch. He has
her bent over the edge of the mattress, her legs
spread wide, her moans already turning breathy and needy, as
he teases her slick folds with a thick head of
his cock. The wet, obscene sounds of her dripping pussy
filled the room, mixing with a low growl in his
throat as he finally pushes inside her, slow at first,
letting me see every inch disappear into her welcoming heat.
Her back arches, her fingers, clawing at the sheets, and
the smell of raw sacks grows stronger, musky and sweet,
wrapping around me like a taunt. I'm so close. I
can hear the slick glide of his shaft stretching her,
the slap of his hip meeting her ass as he
picks up rhythm. My locked clit pulses harder, aching bagging.
But it's pointless. I'm just the observer, the pathetic witness
to his pleasure. He glances over at me with that wicked,
loving smirk, driving deeper, fucking her harder. The wet sounds
turning filthy and rhythmic. Her cries grow louder, shameless, and
I feel every thrust echo in my denied body. The
heat of their bodies, the shine of sweat on her skin,
the way her pussy grips him so greedily. It's overwhelming.
Then it happens. His pace turns, ferial, muscles tensing with
a deep, guttle groan as he buries himself to the hilt.
I watch, mesmerized and throbbing as he floods someone else's guts,
pulse after thick, hot pulse of his calme pouring into
her as she shudders and clinches around him. My own
locked glit t wwhich is helplessly in its caged denied
even the chance to spill, just leaking and aching as
I witness every drop signed your secret corner cock. Now,
I've we've done a lot of cut confessions, right, but
I don't think we've ever or we've had very few
where the mail cock like it's a bisexual cook, like
he's watching his man give all the filthy pleasures to
a woman. Interesting, right, hmm. I love how you fully
lean into the powerless thrill, turning your own throbbing frustration
into this centerpiece of someone else's intense pleasure. There's something
incredibly intimate about being watching your partner lose control into
another person's body, and you capture that perfectly. Question for you, though,
what's running through your mind and all those final moments
as he flooded her, any specific thoughts or feelings that
made the denial even sweeter? And how did things continue
after he pulled out? Did you get to clean up
or just stay locked in linking? I'm going to guess
that you got to clean up, but you got to
stay locked in linking. I don't know, it depends on
how good you were that day. And for my listeners,
have you ever been the one watching from the corner?
Would you want to experience this level of couck, cold,
tease and denial. What's your favorite element of a good
cook scene? The throbbing frustration, the visual of the cream pie,
the dirty eye contact or something else. Drop your own hottest,
locked and leaking fantasies in the comments, or you can
follow my show notes and submit to me. Dear Nikki,
the text I sent you earlier still has my heart racing.
Room four twelve, door unlocked. I'll be waiting naked on
the bed to the house while he was glued to
his phone, barely noticing me. Leave. No kiss, goodbye, no
real touch in weeks, just the same routine that leaves
me aching and invisible. That's why I'm here. Pulse pounding
as I step into the cool hotel room, the faint
scent of fresh linens and my own growing arousal filling
the air. I peel off every piece of clothing, slowly, deliberately,
letting the fabric whisper against my skin one last time
before I drop it all in a careless pile. The
air kisses my bare breasts, my heartening nipples, the smooth
curve of my hips, and the slick heat already building
between my thighs. I climb onto the big hotel bed,
the soft sheets cool against my flushed skin, and position
myself exactly how I imagine you'll want me to be.
Lakes slightly parted, back, slightly arched, completely exposed and waiting.
My fingers trail lightly over my own body, not to satisfy,
but to tease myself further, circling my nipples, brushing down
my stomach until I'm trembling with need. Every minute that
passes feels like a delicious torture. I hear the soft
click of the door. My breath catches there. You are,
your eyes dark it with hunger the moment they land
on my naked, needy body. No words are necessary at first,
just the sound of your belt, of your clothes hitting
the floor, the low appreciative growl in your throat as
you take in every inch of me that's been starving
for attention. You move toward the bed, and I spread
my legs wider, inviting, offering everything my home life denied me.
Your hands finely touched me warm, confident, greedy, tracing my
thighs and cumping my breasts, rolling my nipples until I
moan loud enough to echo off the walls. The contrast
is electric, the cold anomity of the hotel room versus
the burning heat of the mouth closing round my nipple,
sucking hard while your fingers slide through my soak folds.
I'm already dripping, though it sounds obscene and perfect as
you tease my swollen clt. I don't want to be gentle,
I want to be seen. I want to be depowered.
When you finally push inside me, thick and deep. In
one smooth thrust, my back arches off the bed, and
a desperate cry escapes my lips. Each powerful stroke feels
me completely, hitting places that make my toes curl and
my neglected body sing. The slap of skin and the
wet glide of your low moones mixing with my shameless moans.
It's everything I've been craving. You fuck me harder, nip
my gripping my hips using my best possible way, and
I give myself over, completely lost in the raw pleasure
of finally being wanted. When I come, it's explosive. My
pussy clinches around you, waves a pleasure crashing through me
as I gasp your name, and when you flood me
hot and deep, I hold you there, savoring every pulse,
every drop, feeling truly alive for the first month time
and months signed your neglected hotel slut? Hello John, how
are you tonight? Being neglected in a relationship? As I
always say, this is I always like to remind everybody
my birds and bees talk for my father at least
I think it is right. So if you don't take
care of your house and everything in it and be
willing to redecorate and change things around every now and then,
someone can come along, possibly come along and take what
you took for granted. So I don't know to say
he was going to tell me I need to go
to home depot right now and then. But you know,
questions from my author, what's the most intense moment for
you once while he walked through the door, Ye, eye contact,
the first touch or something even filthier? Did you go
back for more hotel meetings after that first time? Or
was this just a one time explosion of need? And
for my listeners, have you ever met someone at a
hotel for a secret no strings attached sex because things
were still at home. How did it feel? Would you
have rather be the one waiting naked on the bed
or the one walking in and finding your lover like that?
Drop your own neglected and finally claimed fantasy below. I
would love to hear each in every one of them.
Long weekend, touch on, It was a nice long weekend.
I took lots of naps, a very long nap one day.
I think it was three hours one day and it
only meant to sleep an hour and interned into three.
Oh gotcha, dear Nikki. For the very long time, my
husband fantasized about me being with other men. He wanted
to stay home and hear every filthy detail when I
came back. It was something he craved from early in
our relationship, though it wasn't a big kink for me
at first. Years later the idea grew on me as
I understood the desires better and we role played for
so long. We tried a few swingers clubs in the
UK and used bab swingers to find guys. It was
far more intense than the clubs, but we met one
older guy when locked a kink I never knew I had.
One night, after he fucked me hard, he handed me
a twenty dollar was with a smirk, sorry pounds, I'll
get a lecture for that later, joking it was payment,
like some sort of escort. I laughed anop, but a
deep electric buzz of excitement stayed with me for days.
I didn't tell my husband. Instead, I kept thinking about
it until I messaged the guy back, half joking, saying
my rates were now fifty dollars a night. He replied
instantly that was cheap, and it could easily get three
or four guys to come around and use me. The
banter went on for days, getting dirtier, until he asked
if I gently would be up for sex for cash.
I was floored. I masturbateed her for the first time
at work, fingers slipping through my soak pussy in the
bathroom stall, biting my lips stay quiet while my thighs trembled.
I was absolutely dripping, convinced people could smell how turned
on I was. When I walked back to my desk,
I stupidly agreed, telling myself it was just light banter.
We set it up for a Friday night at his place.
My husband assumed I was just seeing the older solo guy.
When I arrived, he told me to go upstairs. Get ready.
My heart hammered as I stripped. The cool air kissed
my naked skin, my nipples tight, and my pussy already
slick with nervous excitement. One by one, guys came up.
I heard their footsteps and the door opening, their loose
voices low, the clink of money changing hands. Downstairs. Each
one used me, hands gripping my hips, cocks thrusting, deep
grunts and filthy words filling the room as they took
what they paid for. The scent of sex grew thick,
my moans mixing with the wet slap of skin, my
body surrendering again and again. When the last one left,
the older guy came upstairs handed me half the money.
I laughed and asked why half. He grinned and said
he had to take his cut. It should have pissed
me off, but since stead, it sent a fresh heat
rushing through me. Being used like this sold by him
made him feel so deliciously cheap and wanted. He fucked
me afterwards, raw and rough, calling me every dirty name
while he reminded me he didn't have to pay. I
came so many times, all lost count shaking and soaking
the sheets. We did this for about a year, and
I loved it. The thrill of being sold, knowing he
was making money from my body, a braid of strangers
using me while my husband waited at home were the
edited version. I felt so cheap, so unfaithful, because it
went far beyond what we agreed. Yet I absolutely loved
every second. The nerves eventually grew about how many different
men had seen and fucked me. The resk of getting
found out, but that dirty, exhilarating feeling of being pemped out.
Who knows, maybe a future career move signed your sould
hot wife. I absolutely would be afraid, specially if the
agreement was just the older gentleman and you know now
you're very popular, vagina ec used for money and I, yeah,
this is a note for me. It's definitely not in
my orbit. But I would be afraid to be out
to dinner with him and my husband and yeah, hey,
so this is the new chapter. Are you joining us
for the that would be my luck? Questions from my
author was the most intense or memorable moment with those
pain guys, or was the bull himself afterwards? Kind of
like a pemph if you think about it, not a bull.
Did you ever tell your husband the full truth about
those nights? Or does it the secret still turn you on?
And for my listeners, how far would you go to
let a bull or partner take your hot wife fantasy
with a paid use or being sold ever cross into
your play? Have you ever experienced that rush of doing
something wrong that still felt insanely good? Share your wildest
escalation of a shared kink in the comments, or you know,
send it in my show notes aren't down below? Anybody
think you could do this? I mean it's a no
for me. Would you if you shared your lady partner
whatever we're calling them, would you want them to earn
money on the side and then come home and tell
you about it? I mean, if it's you're saying thing
about the vacation money or Christmas money, you wouldn't have
to dip into savings for maybe maybe not. It's dear Nikki,
I've started wearing a butt plug almost every time we
fuck now, and God, it just makes everything feel so
much better this way. It begins in the morning when
I slip in the smooth, cool silicone into my tight
little ass after a generous coning of lube. The stretch
is delicious, a slow burning pressure that settles into a deep,
full feeling as my body grips it tight. All day long,
I feel it with every step, every shift to my seat,
a constant secret reminder that keeps me wet and aching.
By the time I get home. When my partner finally
bends me over, the plug is still nestled deep inside me.
He teases my dripping pussy with the thick head of
his cock, rubbing it up and down my swollen lips
while the plug presses against him from the other side.
The moment he pushes in, the cessation is overwhelming. My
pussy feels impossibly tighter, fuller, and every ere inch of
him dragging against that thin wall separating him from the plug.
I moan loudly, the dull pressure making my eyes roll back.
As he starts the thrust, the fullness is addictive. Ever,
stroke feels deeper, more intense, the plug shifting and pressing
against the right spots while my hussy glinches hard against
his cock. The wet sounds are filthier. The slap of
his hips against my ass, pushing the plug even deeper.
I can feel myself dripping down my thighs, my clit throbbing,
untouched as he combined sensations build and build. When I
finally come, it's shattering waves of pleasure crashing through both
holes at once, my ass pulsing around his plug, and
my swollen mussy milking him so tightly he can barely
hold back. He loves how it feels, too, the groaning
about how much tighter and hotter I am with my
ass filled. By the time he floods me, I'm shaking,
blisted out mess, the plug still buried, making every aftershock
feel electric. It just makes it feel better this way,
and I don't think I'll ever fuck without it again.
Sign your plugged, little slut. There is something about fucking
with a butt plug. It does give all those things
and more. I mean, even if it's just not that
I need help being tighter or anything, but it does.
I love what it does with my partner right, the
way he moans and groans with the extra tightness, and
I dare have to say, maybe it makes me grip
him tighter. I'll have to ask that us. He's quiet
by the way, questions for my author what size plug
do you usually wear during sex? And has it ever
led to any wild double penetration fantasies? Does your partner
play with the plug while he's inside you or pull
it out at any point? Yes, yes he does. And
for my listeners, do you ever wear butt plug during
sex or foreplay? And how much better does it make
everything for you? What's your favorite plug style, jeweled, vibrating,
or something else. I have never done a vibrating butt flag, ever,
maybe that's one I've got to try. Anybody have any
suggestions or brands, they'll have to drop it in the
comments or email them to me, because I am always
been curious about them. Never never as a woman, well never,
I never thought about it for me, But like you know,
somebody else, if they were into that, absolutely that'd be
kind of awesome, I think, Dear Nikki. I push you
down onto the bed with a wicked little smile, my
eyes locked on yours as I crawl up your body tonight,
I'm going to ride your face until I come. I
tell you, my voice already husky with need. You lie
back eagerly as I straddle your chest. My bear dripping
pussy hovering just above your mouth. The scent of my
my arousal is thick in the air, sweet and musky,
and I know you can see how wet I already am.
My swollen lips are glistening. I lower myself slowly, teasing
us both, letting my slick folds brush against your lips
and nose. Your warm breath teases by click, and I shiver.
Then I suddle, fully, smothering your face with my hot,
needy cut. The first long, slow grind feels heavenly, my
slickness coating your mouth. As I rock my hips, your
tongue immediately goes to work, flicking broad strokes through my bones,
flicking my swollen clit before plunging inside me. I moan loudly,
the sound filling the room as I start to ride
you harder. My hands gripped the head board for leverage
while I grind down, smothering you my wetness. The wet,
obscene sounds of your tongue lapping and sucking, mix of
my breathy moans and creak of the bed. I calville,
your nose pressing against my click with every roll of
my hips, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through me. Your
hands grip my ass, pulling me even tighter against your
hungry mouth as I ride you faster, chasing that building pressure.
I'm soaking your face. My juice is dripping down your
chin as I lose control, My thighs tremble round your head,
and my moans turn into desperate cries. Don't stop. Just
like that, I grind harder, using your tongue and lips,
your whole face for my pleasure. The orgasm hits me
like a wave. I press down hard, my pussy, pulsing
and flooding your mouth as I shake and cry out,
riding every last spasm, unduln completely spent and trembling, I
stay there for a long moment, letting you lick me clean,
savoring the sight of my slickness glistening all over your face.
Signed your feasts sitting queen. Okay, I've had many letters
written to me, never a face sitting just saying never ever,
so my face sitting, queen. Thank you. I can honestly
say that I don't think I've ever thought about and
this is not meaning this in a mean way. I
never thought about a woman sitting on my face? You
know ever like me my head thinking over the bend
to take a cock, absolutely, but never a woman sitting
on my face. Now I might have to give that
a thought. Questions from my author do you first slow
teasing ride or growing full aggressive and smothering right away?
And does your partner ever stroke themselves while you ride
their face or do you make them wait? And for
my listeners, have you ever written someone's face until you
came hard? How did it feel to being completely control?
And do you like being the rider or the one
getting smothered more? Share your hottest face sitting or cleaning
fantasies in the comments, or you can send them to
me using my shoellings below. Dear Nikki, I don't know
how to start this. I'm thirty an army wife from
the UK. I've been married for about five years and
with my hobby since I was nineteen, Having been around
the military my whole life, Mom and dad both served
and I grew up on camps, I know exactly what
soldiers are like. I never thought i'd end up like this.
Hobby goes on tours a lot, leaving me alone alone
for weeks at a time, or out with friends, trying
to fill the quiet. I cannot overstate how much I
love him. He's my world. But I also can't hide
from the truth. I have sucked a lot of other
men off, been fingered by them in dark corners and cars,
letting them fuck me in the rs. The thrill of
drug dropping to my knees, the taste of them and
my tongue, the way they groan and gripped my hair
while I take them deep into my throat. It became
a dirty little secret. I couldn't stop chasing. I kept
my pussy off limits, like some last line of loyalty
until last weekend. I had too much to drink. One
thing led to another, and I made a big mistake.
He was another soldier, cocky and confident, and when he
pushed inside my pussy for the first time in years,
I was so wet I couldn't think straight. The stretch,
the deep fullness, the raw slap of skin as he
fucked me hard. It felt incredible. I came so intensely
my legs shook, moaning like a horror while he filled me.
The guilt hit me the second it was over, but
the memory of how good it felt still makes me
throb with shame and unwonted heat. I at myself for cheating,
hate that I've crossed the final line. But the ache
between my legs when I think about it, won't go away,
and part of me already wonders when the next opportunity
will come. Sign your guilty Army hot life. I like
how honest this was, and I love how you confess
your deep love for your husband, and it's definitely the
pull of loneliness. But I can tell you from talking
to Darcy and other people that I have known that served.
This is not something about brooms and doorsteps. Darcy was
telling me once, I don't again, I've never lived I
lived on a bay so long ago. I wouldn't old
enough to know the signs right. I've only heard them
post haste. So question, after the first time of letting
someone fuck your pussy, has the guilt gotten stronger or
has the thrill started winning out? Do you think you'll
tell your husband any of this or keep it as
your secret? In questions for my listeners, military spouses are
anyone with a partner who deploys a lot. Have you
ever struggled with loneliness needing to cheating or risky play.
How do you feel about the mix of guilt and
arousal that often comes with breaking your own rules? Send
your own military hot wife, deployment or I Love him
but confessions. I read almost every Actually I do read
all of them. Dear Niki. We were at a birthday party,
staying at a fancy hilton behind the Flamingo with its
huge pool and party area. It was getting late. After
partying all day, the night felt like it was bagging
for something more. My husband Nick and I had planned
to head back to the room, clean up and go out.
There were so many hot guys and girls around, and
Nick knew I was looking. He started playfully pointing out
bulges while I teased him. The girl's tits walking by,
That's when it really tall, light skin, black eye with
a dew rag walked past in swim trunks. He was
easily six six and maybe three percent body fat. I'm
four ten a hundred and ten pounds Asian, with long
black hair, small breast, thick thighs, and what Nick calls
my big bubble butt. I've been working out hard for
this vacation and wearing the sexiest tigh up bikini I
was in all fours in the lounge chair, ass arched
toward the pool, showing off. When Nick poked me and
nodded at him, let's call him Evan. I looked back
between my legs and saw only his swim trunks and
the biggest bulge I've ever seen. It startled me so much,
and I said Holly shit out loud and nearly fell
off the chair, knocking into the champagne bottle cooler. Evan
rushed over just in time to catch it. Later, Nick
told me Evan had been checking me out from across
the pool the whole time. Evan stood the table up.
His mass of bulge was suddenly just a foot from
my face. I couldn't stop staring. The thick outline of
the head was clearly visible. He apologized. Nick rescued the
moment with his own apology and offered Evan a seat
and drinks. We introduced ourselves and started chatting. I kept
stealing glances at the bulge. When Evan stepped away for
a moment, Nick grinned and whispered, shit, did you see
when he's cracking? I laughed and said, it has literally
been in my face. Then Nick got serious and asked
something I never expected. Want to bring him up the
room and see it firsthand. My heart raised. There's no
way it could be that big, can it? I replied.
Nick's eyes sparkled. Only one way to find out. Evan
came back, shared his rum, and we kept drinking until
we ran out. Nick invited him up to our room
to finish some drinks before we had it out. In
the elevator, the two tall men stood behind me. I
could feel them whispering about my height, both over a
foot taller than me. My mind was spinning. What was
Nick thinking? What does even want? Will I actually see it?
How can it possibly fit? My husband isn't small. We
measure at seven inches and it already takes me time
to stretch me. What am I even thinking? I'm with
my husband? This won't happen. Then I caught the tail
end of their conversation, something about her ass, and turned
to see them both staring at my bubble butt with
hungry eyes. I walked to the room hart pounding, took
off my wet bikini, wrapped a towel round my naked body,
and quickly redid my make up, feeling silly for primping
when we were just drinking the door beat. Nick and
Evan walked in, laughing bottles in hand, and both froze
when they saw me standing there in nothing but my towel,
my skin still warm from the day in the sun,
and my pulse racing with nervous excitement. Signed your tiny
bubble butt wife. Apparently she's never listened because she would know.
You can't leave us on a cliffhanger. That's like the
said un said rule. Right, Okay, so this is your
first show. We don't like cliffhangers here either, or you
have to write back in just saying questions for my
author what happened the second they stepped in and saw
you in that towel? Did things escalate ride away or
was there more teasing? And how did the size difference
feel once everything was out in the open, intimidating, exciting
or both? And questions for my listeners. Have you ever
had a spontaneous hotel hookup with a stranger at the
resort or pool party? And how did it start? Size
queen and off hot wife couples. What's the wildest height
or bulge moment that you've experienced? Drop your own. We've
invited him back to the room stories below. The steamiest
always get red. Actually they all get read. But still,
you know, just say it. Want some steamy ones. Actually,
I would like the second part of this one more
right now, because you know, we all know something happened,
Dear Nikki. Today was so nice out in Boston. The
warm summer air and the bright sunshine had me thinking
about the last time I was completely railed on this
scheduled park bench by a stranger. It was amazing and
has me so horny and craving it again. Just a quick, hard,
fast fuck, maybe even getting caught. I would love that
again soon, the memory keeps playing in my head. It
was another warm evening apart quiet except for distant birds
and the occasional rustle of leaves. I met him there after,
flirty messages, my heart racing as I walked down the
path in short sun dress with nothing underneath. He was
already waiting on the bench, eyes hungry. The moment he
saw me, he barely spoke. I straddled his lap right there,
the wooden slats pressing into my knees as I pulled
my dress up around his waist. His hands gripped my
thick thighes, spreading me open while I freed his hard cock.
I was already soaked, dripping with anticipation. I sank down
on him in one smooth motion, gasping at the sudden
stretch as he filled me completely. Then he took me over,
holding my hips and thrusting up hard and fast, railing
me with deep, powerful strokes that made my breast bounce
and my moans spill into the open air. The risk
made it even hotter, every sound of our body slapping together,
the wet squelch of my pussy taking every inch, the
bench creaking beneath us. I kept glancing around, half hoping
some one would walk by seeing me getting fucked with
such a needy slut. He pounded me relentlessly, one hand
slipping between us to rub my swollen clit until I
came hard, clinching around him, bite in my lip to
stifle my cries. Moments later he groaned and filled me
hot pulses deep inside, while I trembled on top of him.
We straightened up quickly, hearts pounding, and went our separate
ways with nothing but a wicked smile, and come tripping
down my thighs as a reminder. It was raw, dirty
and perfect. The warm weather to day brought it all
rushing back, leaving me aching and wet, desperate to find
the same secluded bench and get railed again soon side
your park bench slut. I'm telling you there's a thing
about parks. It must be in the air, or maybe
the water fountains. I'm starting to wonder if it's in
the water fountains. Questions for my author, what was the
closest you came to actually getting caught at the time
on the bench? Are you planning to recreate the soon
it's the same park, or maybe you know a bunch
bus bench if I can get that word out. Questions
for my listeners. Have you ever had a quick, hard,
public fuck outdoors where the risk of getting caught made
it ten times hotter? And what's your favorite risky summer
sax spot a park bench, beach, hiking trail, or maybe
something else. Share your own warm weather made me horny
for public sax stories in our comments below, or again
at Nikki in Ikky at dearniki dot com, anonymously through
our website at dearniki dot com under the Confession's tab,
and of course just address him to me, Dear Nikki,
it's finely summer. I'm done with UNI, which means I
can go back to melting my brain like a good
little slut every single day. I got back to it today,
and my cut is the most sensitive it's been a while.
I moaned so loud with my windows open like usual.
I know I shouldn't do this, but rubbing my pussy,
my needy pussy, and feeling myself getting dumber with every
orgasm is the best. The warm summer air drifts through
my open windows as I lie back on the bed,
legs bread wide. I start slow, teasing my already slick
bolts with the gentle circles. But my body is so
sensitive from the break that even the lightest touch makes
me gasp. My clit is swollen and throbbing and bagging
for more. I press harder, rubbing faster, dripping my fingers
into my dripping hole, and spreading in the water all
over my pussy. The wet sounds fill the room, mixing
with my breath and moans that grow louder and more desperate.
I can't help it. Even every stroke makes my mind fuzzier,
my thoughts melting away. Into pure slutty pleasure. I pinch
my nipples with a free hand, tucking them while I
grind against my fingers, my hips buck chasing that edge,
and when the first orgasm hit crashes through me, I
cry out so loudly, my voice carrying through open windows.
I don't stop. I keep rousing through the spasms, drawing
out every wave until I'm shaking and even wetter. Orgasm
after orgasm leaves me drooling, whimpering, mess brain completely melted eyes, glassy,
tongue lolling as I dumbly repeat how good it feels
to be a brainless little slut. My cunk glitches and
pulses so so instead of that, the air feels like
it's too much, yet I can't stop touching. The summer
heat makes my skin sleckless, sweat, my moans echoing shamelessly
as I edge closer to losing myself completely again. I
know I shouldn't be this loud with the windows open,
but that only makes me wetter and hornier. Melting my
brain like this every single day is exactly what I
need all summer long. Sign your brainless summer slut. I
don't know if I've ever I feel like I'm more
like a fall winter slut. I feel sluttier and hornier
the fall winter. Not sure why, might have to reflect
on that. Questions for my author, how many orgasms did
you end up having that first session back? And did
you worry about anyone actually hearing you? I'm gonna say no.
And what's your favorite way to melt your brain? Fingers,
toys born or guess all the about? And for my listeners,
who else gets extra horny and sensitive in the warmer weather?
It's and and you have more free time? Do you
like playing with the risk of being heard through open
windows or doors? Drop your own slummer slut, brain melts,
routines or fantasy in our comments or you can email me.
All my links are in my show notes who I
hope these stories left you as worked up and throbbing
as they left me. Whether it's the heart pounding throw
of surrender, the deep ache of loneliness mixing with raw desire,
or that pure, filthy joy of completely melting into pleasure
without a single drop of shame, there's a real power
in owning exactly what turns you on. These confessions remind
us that our fantasies don't make us bad. They make
us honest, hungry and a beautifully human. So go ahead,
touch yourself if you need to. You let those scenes
play in your head, embrace every dirty little thought. And
that's what this space is for. And now are we
ready for our riddle. I'll read it to you again
to remind you. And look, we don't even have Captain
here to get it in thirty seconds. Okay, here we go.
What's a four letter word that ends with K like
in kite and it means the same as intercourse? Okay,
one last time for the cheap seats in the back.
What's a four letter word that ends in K like
in kite and means the same as intercourse. I don't
get the answer. Somebody's gonna have to explain it to me.
It's a clean answer, Brett, No, but k and kite
like k is and kite. I almost said the answer.
I know, I really remember, guys, He's so it's it's talk.
I don't get that answer. I was hoping one of
you guys could explain it to me. I remember it
as soon as I read it, and I was like,
I don't understand this one. Yeah, I don't get it.
I don't know. It's rather to have a bad riddle
with or a good a decent riddle with a bad answer,
or like I did last week and not have the
ant or one of those weeks where I forgot to
give you the answer. Thank you John for pointing that out.
By the way, John tends to keep me in my toes.
Uh sir, just letting you know. Okay, it's time for
our naughty duck in. No pennies today. I slipped them
off this morning. Felt the cool air kissed my bear
shade pussy, and I knew how yet to tell you everything?
Would you fluck me outside right where anyone could catch us? God,
the thought makes me so wet, I'm clinching. Just imagine
you react. Picture it were honestly colluded, hiking trail at
Golden Hour, the sun dipping low and painting everything in
warm oranges and pinks. I'm wearing this short sun dress
that barely covers my ass, the fabric brushing my thighs
with every step. No bandies means every breeze teases my
slick folds, making my clip throb and my juicest trickled
on my oar thighs. I stop walking, turned to you
with that wicked little smile and whisper. Feel already I
am for you. I take your hand and guide it
under them. Your fingers brush my smooth tripping cut, and
I moaned softly, pressing against you. See no bandies, I've
been soaked thinking about your cocks stretching me out here
in the open. You growl That sound makes my knees weak,
and pushed me gently against the sturdy oak tree. The
bark is rough against my back through the thin dress,
but I love it. Your mouth crashes onto mine, hungry
and demanding. I kiss you back like I'm starving, tongue
sliding what sloppy, tasting the salt on your lips. My
hands rubbed down your chest, tugging at your shirt until
I can feel your warm skin. I can already feel
your cook hardening against my belly, thick and insistent. Fuck
you want this tear, don't you? I breathe against your mouth,
want to clay my tripping pussy right here where the
world might watch. You dropped your knees like you can't
wait another second. The dirt and leaves crunch under you,
but you don't care. You push my dress up to
your waist, exposing my bare, glistening cunt to the open air.
The breeze hits my wet lips, and I shiver, spreading
my legs wider for you. Look at me, I whisper,
my voice trembling with lust. Look how my pussy is
drooling for your tongue. You lean in, and I feel
your hot breath, first teazing my swollen clint. Then your
tongue fuck flat, broad, dragging slowly from my entrance all
the way up to that aching knob. The wet, obscene
sounds of it fills the quiet woods. I gasp, fingers
tangling in your hair, hips bucking forward. You devour me
like a man possessed, long slow licks that make my
thighs tremble. You suck my clip between your lips, flicking
it with the tip of your tongue, while two thick
fingers slide deep into my clenching heat. The stretch is perfect,
curling against that spot inside me that makes stars explode
behind my eyes. Oh God, yes, e my pussy just
like that. I mown loud enough that the bird startles
from a nearby tree. Your fingers pump faster, squelching loudly
with every thrust because I'm so fucking wet. Juices cut
your chin, drip down to your waist, and I grind
against your face, smothering you My scent, my taste, musky,
sweet and pure. Aroused woman. You don't let up. You
had a thrn finger stretching me wider, scissoring while your
tongue lashes My clicked tight circles. My legs shake violently.
I can feel it building, that deep, coiling pressure. I'm gonna.
I'm gonna skirt on your face. Baby. My voice cracks
as the orgasm rips through me. Hot, clear, fluid cushus out,
soaking your mouth, your neck, the ground beneath us. I
cry out, thighs clamping around your head, pussy spasming wildly
around your fingers. You keep licking through it, drinking drop,
prolonging the tremors until I'm whimpering. I was sensitive and
still dripping, but you're not done. You stand cock freed now, thick,
veined and thropping that glistening, shiny, already with pre comb.
I dropped to my knees immediately. That are it rough
on my skin? But I don't care. I look up
at you with hungry eyes. Let me taste you. My
hand wraps around the baste, feeling that heat the pulse.
I lean in and drag my tongue along the underside,
saving every salty mask. I take the head into my mouth,
lips stretching wide around your girth. I suck hard, hollowing
my cheeks, swirling my tongue over the slit to collect
the bead of precumb he groan, hand in my hair,
guiding me deeper. I relax my throat and take you
all the way, nose pressed against your pubic bone, gagging
wetly as my throat convulses around you. Saliva drips from
my chin, mixing it with my earlier squirt on still
on your skin. The sounds are filthy, the wet, choking
noises as I bobbed my head, fucking my own face
with your cock. Tears bricked my eyes. But I love it,
love feeling you throb against my tongue, balls tightening deeper,
you rasp and I obey, holding you in my throat
until my lungs burn, and pulling off with a gasping pop.
Strings of spit connecting my swollen lips to your glistening shaft.
You pull me up, spin me around, and bend me
over again against the tree. My dress is hiked up,
ass out, pussy exposed and pulsing. Please, I bag, looking
over my shoulder. Fuck me fill my cunt. You rub
the fat head up and down my slick folds, teezing
my clip, dripping just the tip in before pulling out.
The antssipation is torture. I push back, desperate. Finally, you
thrust forward in one long, powerful stroke, bearing every etch
inside my tight soaked teeth. The stretch is exquisite, burning,
perfect fullness. I cry out as your cock bottom's out balls,
slapping my clit so flocking tight, so wet. He groaned.
You start slow, dragging almost all the way out so
I feel every ridge in vain, then slamming back in
the wet sclulch of my pussy, swallowing you in loud,
open air. Each thrust makes my tits bounce inside the dress,
nibbles hard and aching. You reach around and pinch one,
twisting just right, and I'm mown like a horror. My
pace quickens. You're pounding me now hemp, slapping my ass
with obscene rhythm. My juices coat, your balls dripping down
my thighs. Every deep thrust hits my cervix, sending sparks
of pleasure and pain through me harder. Fuck me like
you on this pussy. I demand you grip my hips,
bruisingly and rail me the tree bark scraping my palms
as I brace. My second orgasm builds fast and clinching,
fluttering around your pistoning pock escort again, sprang around your shaft,
making thrust even wetter and messier. You pull out, suddenly,
making me whind at the emptiness. You sit on a
fallen log and pull me onto your lap. Facing you,
I straddle you, sinking down onto your cock inch by inch,
feeling its spear deep into my womb. Ride me your order,
and I do, rolling my hips and grinding my clin
against your base, my hands on your shoulders. I bounce asked, jiggling,
pussy creaming all over you. The angle is devastating your cock,
grubs my ge spot relentlessly sweat beads on our skin.
The must sky scent of sex having in the air.
I lean down, biting your neck, sucking marks while I
fuck you myself. I thrust up to meet you. Hands
on my ass, spreading my cheeks. A finger teases my
tight little asshole, circling the rim before pushing inside. The
double penetration sends me spiraling. I write faster, thighs, burning moans,
turning into screens. I'm coming again. Fuck fill me. My
pussy clamps down like a vice, milking ewes. Waves crashed
through me. You roar, bearing yourself to the hilt and exploding.
Thick hot ropes of cumb flood my cunt. Pulse after
pulse so much it leaks out around your shaft, dripping
down your balls. We don't stop, still join, come leaking.
You stand and carry me to a soft patch of grass.
You lay me on my back, legs over your shoulders,
and slide back in. You come, acting as extralube. The
sculching is louder, now creamy and obscene. You fold me
in half, pounding deep and hard. My tits spill out
of the dress. You latch onto a nibble, sucking hard
while thrusting. Every slam makes my body jolt. Pleasure bordering
on too much. I call at your back, heels, digging
into your shoulders again. I gasp, Come inside me again,
braid my pussy. You flip me on all fours, ass
high and mount like an animal, primal balls, deep thrust
that make my eyes roll back, the wet slap of skin,
my moans, your grunts, It's all raw, reach under and
rab my clit. I shatter, squirting hard into the grass
and pussy convulsing, pushing her come creamy waves. You follow
right behind, pumping another massive load deep inside, so full,
and I feel my body swelt slyly. We collapsed together,
your cock still twitching inside my pussy. I turned in
your arms, kissing you slow and deep, tasting us both
come sl leak steadily from my ruin, pussy cotting my
thighs and mixing with the dirt and grass. That's what
no panties does to me, I whisper, my voice racked
and satisfied. I'd let you fuck me outside every day,
fill me until I'm dripping with your seed for hours.
Jake hearing how I got used like a filthy slut
in the woods. How my cut stretched and creamed and
skirted all over you. I'm still aching, still hungry, my
fingers dipped between my legs, scooping up are mixed comb
and bring it to my lips to clean them while
staring at your eyes. Hum taste like us. Next time,
maybe the beach at night or the park bench. Tell
me where you wanna fuck me. I'm always ready, no panties,
no limits, just this dripping caw hungry let's see waiting
for you. Thank you so much for spending your night
with me, my loves. If these stories got your heart racing,
your body aching, send your own confessions to Niggy and
Ikky at Dearnigki dot com anonymously through our website at
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with even more of your naughtiest fantasies. Until then, stay shameless,
stay wet, and keep exploring every inch of what makes
you alive. This is Nikki saying good night, sweet dreams
or filthy ones