Speaker 1: Welcome back, you fill the animals to a new, raw,
unfiltered episode of Nikki After Dark. I'm your host, Nikki,
and tonight we're diving deep into the kind of confessions
that make your pulse race and your thighs clenched. We've
got a movin' day, Debaudrey, locked up with cold heat
and Vegas, a secret family bombshell, and so so much more.
Here are three short teasers of what you're here. In
tonight's episode, a broke college girl turns a clumsy spill
in her new basement apartment into the sluttiest landlord tenant
shower fuck all the time, tiny stalls, see through tank
top and a thick daddy cock stretching her out. On
day one, a husband gets caged and denied while his
hot wife disappears with a brand new tatted Vegas couple
for a night of raw multi round pounding. And a
bride discovers her new husband's secret with his best band
and turns their wedding night into a full on bisexual threesome.
Stick around, cause these stories are kinda get me wet.
And before we jump into our letters, I want to
hear from all of you here's tonight's big question. What's
something you've always wanted to explore in bed but never
had had the courage to ask your partner for and
what's holding you back from forcing that desire? And if
they said yes immediately, what's the first thing you'd want
to try. Remember to drop your answers in our comments,
or you can send them directly to Nikki and I
kick a y at dear Nikki dot com, anonymously through
our website at dear Nikki dot com under the confession stab,
and join us over on our Discord channel. We are
here Monday through Saturday, eight p m. Central Standard Time
with naughty shenanigans and very shameless flirting. Okay, here's my
favorite part of the episode where you hear a naughty redtle,
but actually it's filthy clean. I like to be licked
and swallowed and I can make your tongue tingle. What
am I? Remember? Stick around for your answers, they'll be
at the very end of our show. You know what
time it is. It's time to simpack, relax. Let's have
a whiskey with some filthy cherries, of course, and explore
some moronic fantasies from people just like you and me.
Dear Nikki, I need to confess what happened that night
I moved into my new basement apartment. It was past midnight,
and I heard heavy footsteps and cursing from the floor above.
My landlord was still upstairs finishing some last minute renovations.
The rent was cheap as hell, which made sense given
the divorced rough around the edge's landlord, who clearly knew
his ray around tools. I'm a broad college student, and
I've been fantasizing about mister Harlan since the day I
viewed the apartment. Tall, broad shouldered, salt and pepper hair,
calloused hands, said deep, gravely voice that made my knees weak.
I was wearing my tiniest black sleep shorts, the ones
that rode up my ass with every step, and a
thin white, tinked top with nothing underneath. My nipples were
already hard and poking against the fabric from the cool
basement air. I grabbed two cold beers from the fridge
and headed upstairs. The door to the upper unit was open.
There he was shirtless, jeans hanging low around his hips,
covered in sawdust and sweat that gleamed under the work light,
his muscles flax, and his sanded the door frame. Thought
you might like a cold one, mister Harland, I said.
Stepping inside the doorway, I accidentally bumped into a small
can of wood stain, knocking it over and spilling it
across my tank top and shorts. Shit, sorry, I gasped,
making a show of it. He straightened up, eyes dropped
straight to the dark stains spreading over my chest. Don't
worry about emmy, let's get you clean up before it sets.
I bit my lip and looked up at him innocently.
The shower my units kind of narrow, and the pressure
dust sock. Would you mind coming down to check it
while I rinse off? I don't want you to ruin
my clothes on day one. He wiped his hands on
his jeans and followed me downstairs without a word. The
basement shower was tiny, barely enough room for one person,
let alone too. I turned on the water on the
hot stepped in first, letting it soak through my tank
top and shorts. The thin white fabric went completely see
through in seconds, my hard nipples clearly visible, and my
shorts clinging to every curve. Mister Hardlin's stood in the doorway, hesitating.
I reached out, grabbed the waistband of his jeans and
tugged him inside. You're all sweaty and dusty, anyway, help
me tust the pressure, Daddy. His eyes flashed with a
shock and raw hunger. The moment he stepped under the
spray water cascaded over my muscular chest, washing away the
sawdust and revealing tanned and rugged skin. I pressed my
soaked body against him in the light space. There was
nowhere to go. Our bodies were forced together. I could
feel his thick cock hardening rapidly against my stomach through
his wet jeans. You're my tenant, he growled, voice roughly. Gravel.
This is dangerous, I know, I whispered, sliding my hand
down his abs and palming the heavy bulge. That's what
makes it so fucking hot, Your innocent tenant seducing you
with her shitty basin apartment. On movement day, I dropped
to my knees in a cramp shower, water pounding on
my back, and yanked his jeans and boxers down. His
clock sprang free, thick, fainy, and rock hard. I moaned
at the sight. Wrapped my lips around the swollen head
and took him deep into my mouth. I sucked him eagerly,
swirling my tongue around the under side while my hands
stroked what I couldn't fit. I bowed my head faster,
slurping and moaning around his length, letting the spit mix
with water as I worshiped every inch. I even took
him into my throat until my eyes watered, holding him
there while I looked up with him a pure lust.
Fuck emmy. His callous hand rested on my back, my
wet head guide me as his hips rocked gently. I
kept sucking him till my jaw ached, then stood up,
peeled off my soak tank top and shorts, kicking them.
As completely naked, I pressed my soft tits against his
chest and guided his rough hand between my legs. Feel
ol we I am for you. I breathed. His thick
fingers slid through my smooth, dripping pussy. Had groaned how
soaked I was, and started rubbing my clit with firm,
experienced strokes, occasionally dripping two fingers inside me and curling
them against my walls and the tiny stall could barely
move as I stroked his cock between our bodies, pumping
him slowly while he fingered me. I turned around as
best as I could, raising my hands on the shower wall,
arching my back. My pussy pushed against back, against him.
I need you to fuck me, daddy, right here in
this little shower. He gripped my hips with those strong, worked,
roughened hands and pushed the thick head of his cock
against my entrance. The gasp loud as he stretched me open,
sliding in deep with one slow, powerful thrust. The position
was incredibly tight. Every inch felt massive inside me. God damn,
you're tight, he grunted, voice strained. He started fucking with deep,
powerful strokes. The sound of wet skin slapped in the
tiny bathroom. Because the stall was so narrow, he could
barely pull back, which made every thrust grind perfectly against
my g spot. He reached back and spread my ass
wider for him, Moaning like oar harder, I begged, I
can take it. Fuck your tenants raw. He slammed into
me harder, one hand ranging around to rub my swollen
clot in fast circles, while the other squeezed and pinched
my breast. The combination plus the forbidden thrill of being
fucked my way landlord on my very first night had
me shaking. You're bearing your cap and your tenants pussy
on our very first night. I panted, if anyone found
out their big, strong landlord was cring pyeing the girl
in the basement. Does that turn you on, daddy? He
growled and fucked me even deeper, his heavy balls slapping
against me with every thrust. I came hard, my walls
clamping down around his thick cock as pleasure ripped through
me in waves. My legs trembled, and I cried out,
pushing back against it desperately fill me up, come and
side me. I want to feel my landlord's hot load
dripping out of me while I sleep in my new
bed tonight. That broke him with a deep, guttural moan.
He buried himself to the hilt and came hard, pushing
thick ropes of a hot comb deep inside me. I
mowned loudly as I felt every spurt, milking in with
my pussy squeezing every drop from his cock. We stayed
like that for a long moment, breathing hard under the
water has come already starting to lenk down my thighs
signed your soaked and newly filled basement in it? Hello? Eh,
how are you? This was sexy? That move in Randy?
And who doesn't like a good uh fantasy about a landlord? Right?
I've never had a sexy landlord to make a move on,
you know. And it wasn't prent for paying rent or
anything else. It was just because it was hot, you know.
And who doesn't like saying daddy? I know? I do
questions for my author? How many times did you replay
this night in your head afterward? Have you too hooked
up again since then? And for my listeners, would you
seduce your landlord on moving day or any other day?
And what's the hottest forbidden location you've ever had sex?
And drop your confessions be low in the notes or
you can send them to me. All my links are
am I shown? Dear Nikki. I don't know how much
longer I can keep this secret. Every single day I
find myself thinking about you, craving you in ways that
make my body ache with need. I'm constantly horny and
begging to be in your bed tonight. The thought of
slipping between your sheets, feeling your warmth against my skin
has me soaked and restless all day. I imagine your
hands exploring every inch of me while I whisper how
badly I need you to take control. I picture walking
through your door, lights low, and immediately dropping to my knees,
just to show you how desperate have come. My heart
raises at the idea of you pulling me close, teasing
me slowly until I'm trembling and pleading for more. I
want to feel your breath on my neck, your fingers
tracing down my spine, and then losing myself completely as
you claim every moment I make the fantasy's play unrepeat
me riding you slow and deep? Or are you pinning
me down and driving into me? Well, I can't think straight.
I'm just soaked as I typed this, Nikki, I need
your touch tonight. I've tried to distract myself, but nothing works.
I'm constantly horny and begging it to be in your bed.
Please say yes, sign your desperate midnight craving. Was this
you a These are kind of coming frequently. I'm just saying, though,
it sounds like they want me to have a strap
on on. Hello, OyamO, I really have to say that,
really slow, OyamO? How are you tonight? I like this
even though it was about me and I'm blushing as
a virgin schoolgirl princess. Would I think you guys write
these on purpose? That's all I'm saying. Questions for my author,
how long have you been holding onto this face? And
what's the one specific thing you want me to do
the second you walked into my room? And for my
little listeners, have you ever been this consumed by lust
for someone? And would you reply to this confession and
invite them over? Drop your confessions below, or you can
send them to me at Nikki and Ikky at darniki
dot com anonymously through the website at darniky dot com
under the confession stab and don't forget. Join me over
on our discord channel Monday through Saturday, eight pm Central
Standard Time for all the dirty secrets people want to
tell me. Everybody having a good Monday? Nope, you can
hop on anytime we've had that conversation. I am starting
to like how your name rolls off my tongue, though,
I'm just saying. Dear Nikki, My wife and I decided
to take a trip to Vegas for Memorial Day weekend.
We were staying at the Encore and hit up the
twenty one plus pool every day. Last Friday, she struck
up a conversation with a hot, tatted up couple and
we spent the day talking and getting hammered. My wife
and the other girl were among the handful of women
with her tops off. The other wife was mega hot,
fit as hal with the perfect faint tits and pierce nipples.
They were both early forties but looked easily thirty something.
After enough drinks, my wife bluntly asked if they were swingers,
and they were. We talked lifestyle for a while, longer
than exchange numbers, and started a group chat. Right before
the pool closed. As we were getting ready for the evening,
a text came through. They wanted to know if she
could play alone. I wasn't surprised. The husband was incredibly
hot and fit, and my wife had been very fantasizing
about as gorgeous he was. A second we got in
the elevator. Not wanting to ruin a rememberable night for her,
I told her to go for it. She got dulled
up in a slinky pink dress and heels bless a
tiny black gee string. I bought her the hustler store,
one that drives me absolutely wild. She packed few of
her favorite toys, including a steel cockcage. I was already
wrought card thinking about her with them, so she made
me fetch ice and then had me sit on the
shower floor while she iced my cock down. Once I
was soft enough, she locked me in the cage tight.
She dropped both keys into her purse, along with some
condoms and her jim butt block. You matter, hope I
don't lose track of these tonight, she teased with a
wicked smile, kissed me, and headed up to their room.
I was straining against the cage almost immediately. I tried
watching TV and reading, but all I could picture was
my wife's sandwich between these hot coupled we just met
around midnight. I got a picture from his wife's number,
my wife lying on top of the husband and making
out passionately. I was throbbing. Then came over the show
older video of him pounding her heart while she was
bent over the bed. She sounded like she was in
pure ecstasy. The last message of the night was from
his phone, a point of view shot of him fucking
my wife doggie style while his wife made out with
her right beside them. I was at a total frenzy.
I tried desperately to get any kind of relief through
the cage, but I couldn't. I drank more scotch and
eventually passed out around three a m. She came back
looking blissed out and happy. After getting ready for bed.
She unlocked me but said she was too tired to
deal with me, then passed out. I had the most
intense lank of my life and finally fell asleep. The
next morning, she gave me mercy, stroking me by the
window while she recounted every detail they had. Room service
filet Mignon. First, the guy went multiple rounds of both women.
One huge load ended up spraying across my wife's back
while she was showering. Afterward, he fucked her one last
time while his wife watched from the tub. My wife's
only regret where they were checking out that day, and
that she didn't have the space for her strap on
to use on the other woman. I'm still replaying it
all in my head, locked up again at home, constantly
horny and aching for the next time she gets to
play without me. Signed caged in Vegas. Well, I guess
this really didn't stay in Vegas, did it. I like this,
you know, a very giving husband let her go play
and have the mink several little fun I kind of
wish she would have found a little effort to get
him off, but that's probably the forgiven side of me.
But I think if I didn't have the energy, I
would have left him caged and then them let him
blow his load the next morning. That would have been me.
Or I had at least uncaged him and told him
he had to sleep with uh, you know, a heart
on or what I like to call like a a
bike brace. You know those bike things that held your
bike up. Yeah, that I can't think of the word
right now. I wouldn't say, but I think I would
have left him caged. Though you know I've left and
caged and she probably didn't have the energy. But I
love the thought of leaving him caged and then in
the morning getting yourself ready and rubbing yourself against his
cage so you can feel the wetness tripped down on him.
There's something about that that's just extremely hot now and
he just didn't find somebody likes to be caged. And
for my author or just reading through the you know,
or just teasing through the next one. Yeah, that's true,
but she came in at three am so thoroughly fucked.
I mean yeah, I would have wanted it pounding from
him the next morning though, just saying I'd have got
on my knees and I'm like, okay, yeah, I think
I would have wait. Let me wait till the next morning,
because I wanted to give him some energy, not just
like there, you know and say Okay, I have no energy.
You can fuck it out of me, but I have
no energy. Yeah, I think teasing I would be good.
You're right. And for my listeners, have you ever been
locked while your partner played with others? And would you
send your wife off like this with a brand new couple?
Tell me your hottest, cut, cold, or hot wife experiences.
All my links are in the show notes. Dear Nikki,
I did something with my partner a few weeks ago
that I still can't stop thinking about. I've always had
a serious oral obsession. I love having something filled my
mouth for long periods, feeling that constant stretch and the
warm saliva building up. So I finally bought a ring
gag craving that helpless drooling feeling. My partner immediately saw
the potential. He told me to get on my knees,
buck the gag tightly behind my head and souddenly. My
mouth was forced wide open, completely unable to close. The
sensation was incredible. I felt so exposed and unable available
to thick. Strands of saliva started dripping from my open lips.
He used my mouth exactly how he wanted, siting deep
in various positions while I could only moan and drool
around him. He especially loved putting me on my back
for long sixty nine sessions fucking my face while I
struggled to breathe and lick what I could. The ring
gag kept my jaw locked open the entire time, turning
me into his perfect, wet little hole. I felt so
submissive and used in the best possible way. The only
issue was that the gag was a little small and
kept shifting with his rhythm. I got nervous I might
actually accidentally bite this beautiful cock if it slipped the
wrong moment. So I'm definitely ordering a bigger, more secure
one next time, maybe built in with a spatula to
keep my tongue pressed down. I keep replaying how it felt,
the drool running down my chin and onto my tits,
the way he groaned while my using my throat, and
that delicious ache in my jaw afterward. I'm constantly horny
thinking about it, and I can't wait to be gagged
and face bucked again. Signed your drooling open hole. I
have never used one? Have you guys used one? I'm
curious about him though, though I'm very curious about But
like her, i'd be afraid because my mouth is small,
I'd be afraid that if it didn't fit right, you know,
But I guess yeah, I don't know. I'm curious, though,
I'll have to ask Darcy about them in the morning.
Maybe he's used one. Questions for my author, what's the
hottest moment during a face fucking? Was it the sixty nine,
the drooling, or just feeling completely used? How long do
you want the next session to last once you get
the bigger right gag? And for my my listeners, have
you ever been ring gagged or face fucked or used
your partner? Would you try a session where the gag
stays in for over an hour? Share your dirtiest oral
fantasies and share them to Nikki and Ikky at deerniki
dot com anonymously. They're the website at deerniky dot com
under the confessions tab and don't forget you won't hear
me gag, but you will get to flirt with me
over on our discord channel Monday through Saturday eight pm
Central Standard Time, where I flirt openly with anybody there.
Dear Nikki, I recently met my girlfriend's family over dinner.
We've been together for about six months and things have
been going really well, so she wanted me to meet
her parents now that finals are over. When they opened
the door, my stomach dropped standing There was the guy
I've been secretly hooking up with for about a month
right after I turn eighteen. He was the man that
took my virginity. I met him on Grinder while exploring
my sexuality, and we hooked up regularly for weeks. I
never knew he was married. I definitely never imagined he
was my girlfriend's dad. The second our eyes met, we
both froze for a split second before silently agreeing to
pretending it never happened. The entire dinner was surreal. I
sat across for him, trying to act normal while my
mind kept flashing back to all the times he had
me on my knees or bent over in his car.
He was kind of a dick in the bedroom, too
selfish and rough in the ways that weren't always hot.
But that's not the point. The real mind fuck is
sitting at the family dinner tables, smiling while family or
his family, my girlfriend's mom asked me innocent questions about
school and how we met. He played it cool, but
I could feel the tension every time our eyes accidentally locked.
I can't stop replaying it all in my head. Part
of me is my mortified and the other part keeps
remembering what it felt like when I was sneaking around
with him. Now I'm dating his daughter, and I don't
know how to process any of this. I just needed
to get this off my chest. Signed secret Daddy's boy.
Oh oh oh my, oh my, by my. That would
be my luck, except I wouldn't meet him on grinder obviously,
but this would be my luck. Yeah, what do you do?
I mean, what would you do? I mean, do you
quietly exit the relationship because if it continues to grow,
potentially it could be your in law? I mean, I
don't even know. I'm scratching my head. I'm like, oh,
very awkward. Questions for my author, how did he act
towards you during dinner? Has there been any secret texting
or looks since that night? Are you both fully pretending
like never ever bringing it up or seeing each other?
And do you think if you still are seeing his daughter,
you know, long term, knowing I don't think I could
live with that. I don't think I could live with
the fact knowing that I fucked his or her dad.
You know, I don't think I could. And I guess
next question was, okay, so were you still fucking him
behind everybody's back when you met them at the house
or was that? Like That's one thing I couldn't get
was did you at one point have a like a
hookup thing and then it ended? Or are you still
hooking up with him while you're with your girl? And
are you still doing it? That all made sense, I hope, so.
Questions for my listeners. Have you ever had a shocking
I've slept with someone in my partner's family moment? Would
you tell your partner or take the secret to your
grave and drop your wildest excuse me hidden hookup stories below.
All my links are in the show notes. I don't
think I would tell them. I wouldn't have the heart
to say hey, by the way, especially if it ended
I That is just no, especially no, no, I couldn't.
It would be interesting, though, but no, that would not
be my train wreck to give. Dear Nikki. This takes
me back to freshman year of college, during Thanksgiving break.
At that point, I started realizing I enjoyed rougher side
of sex, but I hadn't fully explored the true d's
dynamic yet. That all changed when I reconnected with Alice.
I'd known her through high school as more of an
acquaintance than a friend. During break, I was wiping on
Tinder and matched with her. Her photos made her look
way sexier than I remembered. That same night, while stuck
in the car with my family after a long dinner,
I messaged her. She replied instantly she was bored at
home dealing with family all day and wanted some fun.
We met up the following night at her house under
the pretense of watching a movie spoiler, no movie was watched.
After some small talk and making out for what felt
like forever, the heat between us exploded. Alice was short,
maybe five three, but stacked with incredible curves, big tits,
fat ass, and fiery red hair. That always been my
bigness with biggest weakness. She had soft, supple everything and
looked like shorter, even more fuckable version of Penny Packs.
During our makeout sessions, we started confessing our preferences. I
noticed how she moaned when I grabbed her ass hard
or when I pindered with my body and hands. She
shyly admitted, yeah, I'm really submissive. I told her I
love to dominate, and I opened the floodgates. She confessed
that she always wanted to fully submit and have someone
sift the rules for her, control parts of her life,
praise her as a good girl, and make her truly
feel owned. I was instantly hooked. We ended up driving
somewhere private, put the seats down in the back, and
went at it. Her lips felt incredible wrapped around my cock.
She worshiped every inch like it was her purpose in life.
We fucked her little tight pussy took my seven inch
cock perfectly. Once she was soaked, our rhythm was completely
in sync. She was so naturally submissive that even without
the rules, yet she was begging, please, sir, may I come.
Hearing those words for the first time, let a fire
in me that's never gone out. A war cond that night,
but everything else felt electric. Afterward, I drove her home
and told her we'd figure out our dynamic overtext. I
still get hard thinking about that night, her red hair,
her soft body, and those desperate words coming from her
mouth while she submitted so perfectly signed the redhead M Yeah,
I'm not redhead. I could be. I actually had like
copper hair growing up. Not so copper anymore. It's very
purply and silver. Oh my goodness. I did like this though.
It's always nice because I'm very submissive sexually. I do
like it's probably because I always say this. Probably it
is because I'm control of all my world. I like
to let go sexually, not saying I don't like to try.
I'm still learning to tease, so I still like that.
You know, I still like taking those lessons and learning
out to tease and try to push him or them,
I should say to their limits with me. Questions for
my author, what was the first rules that you actually
set up for Alex once you started your dynamic? Did
she ever have to beg even longer or get denied
before you let her come. And for my listeners, have
you ever had a surprise d's connection with someone you
knew from high school? Would you train an eager submissive
like Alice and set real life rules for her? Draft
your hottest dominant or submissive stories in all my show
links below. Dear Nikki. Around May of twenty twenty two,
I was twenty seven, finishing up my master's degree. I
had left and was my defending my thesis in the
final weeks. I barely had any social life, just work
during the day and writing in the evenings. At the
time I was seeing Vicki, my sort of best friends
with benefits, turned more into serious girl. She was twenty one,
back to our natural break and a tight track and
field runner's body, tanned thin about five seven, with a
big ass and shapely hips and long fit legs. She
was feisty and brilliant as ever, always down for alcohol,
weed and lots of sacks. Babe, I have an android
dick and forever get over here. I told her how
to focus on my presentation. She sent back a short
video of her rubbing her soap pussy the lound squishing
sounds made my croc throb. I barely slept that night
and powered through the next day. I picked her up
and we headed to campus together. She wore my oversized
univer putty and a tight blue jeans, teasing me that
she wasn't wearing anything underneath. After I crushed my presentation
in the department celebrated with champagne, Vicky pulled me in
the opposite direction. Instead of leaving, she led me through
the empty halls until we reached our old classroom, the
one where she used to be my student every day
in class. I imagine you fucking me on this desk,
she confessed, with a wicked smile. We slipped inside, closed
the blinds, and lit up by the open window. The
rest made it even everything hotter. She pushed me back
onto the professor's desk, dropped her knees, and gave me
what might be the best bludgeop of my life. Slow,
sloppy and deep. Then I spun her around, sat on
her desk, and fucked her tight pussy hard. She came
fast and loud, screaming into my hands as I covered
her mouth. After she caught her breath, she whispered, I
want you to fuck me in the ass. She bent
over the desk, looped herself up and back. Take it, Master,
you earned it. I slid into her perfect ass and
fucked her until I pumped a huge load deep inside.
She stayed bent over the desk, breathing heavily while I
massaged her back, both of us buzzing through. Well. We
got dressed and went back to my place for celibratory drinks,
and she never stopped calling me master after that night.
I still get raw hard about bending my former student
over that desk and filling every hole signed the classroom
ass Master, Really, Darcy, I swear these names. You know.
I had a professor once entomology study Bugs that should
surprise you. Probably loved that class. It was an elective
and I didn't know what the hell was doing was
It was interesting. So he was older, surprise, and I
found him kind of hot in a very unique way,
not when you think hot, not classic hot, but the
way he spoke, in the way he taught dat made
him pod, if that makes sense. So I guess he's
the only professor I've thought about, and it never fully
entered my mind about fucking him. I just kind of
went there to the edge, but never full fansiation of
fucking him. Questions from my author, what was the most
intense moment hearing her call you master while you were
buried in her ass, or knowing anyone could have walked in?
Did you two ever risk public play like that again
after graduation? And for my listeners, have you ever fucked
in a classroom, office or somewhere where you could easily
get caught? Would you let a former student teacher turn
an old desk into your professional fuck spot? Share your
hottest public or risky stories below. I am waiting for
all the details. Do you guys have fantasies about teachers
or anybody that was below you? Oh? Yeah, you have
a story from a clin classroom? OyamO? A longer went, Well,
you can always type it to me. I can er it.
I've heared some of a stuff too. You're two built up.
Oh I'm not sorry, dear Nikki. I thought it was
a normal massage. I was thirty two in a long
distance relationship with a very religious girlfriend, Sarah, and completely
wound tight from work, marathon training, and months of without
without sex. After a brutal conference day in Boston in
a long run. My shoulders were locked up so badly
I could barely turn my head. On the drive back
to Rhode Island, I saw a sign for Central Wellness
ZWN and figured it was a basically physical therapy. The
place was quiet, professional, and smelt like lemon grass in
the eucalyptus. The older woman was named Sue, early mid sixties,
short gray hair, glasses, looking like someone no nonsense grandmother
came downstairs. She took one look at me in my
rumpled suit and said, you look like you rustled a
bear and lost. She ordered me to shower and spend
fifteen minutes in the sauna. Her hands were strong and clinical.
At first, she worked deep into my knots, grunting about
how tight I was, But thinks shifted when she moved
my thighs. Her touch became deliberate, sliding higher under my towel,
until she suddenly whipped it off. YOUO harny, she stated,
matter of factly. Before I could respond, she had me
on my back, completely naked. She oiled me up, worked
my body with the same focus and pressure, but now
her hands were stroking my cock with expert precision. She
weighed my heavy balls, then took them in her warm
mouth while pumping me slowly. I was in shock. This
majorly woman was twice my age, then had control. She
put me on all fours, ass up, spank my cheeks,
and started licking my hole. Her tongue fluttered and probing.
I tried to hold back, but she shoved her tongue
deep inside me, twisting wildly while stroking my cock faster
and faster. I exploded harder than I ever have in
my life, shooting thick groups of cumb all over the
folding screen, the cabinet, and everywhere. I was moaning like
an animal while she kept tonguing my ass through every pulse.
When it was over, she calmly cleaned me up, handed
me water, and told me to come back next week.
I left feeling lighter than I had in months. I
still think about that night constantly, the way a grandmotherly
massuse turned me into a trembling ass up mess and
drained me completely. I'm constantly horny remembering how her tongue
felt buried inside me while she milked every drop, sighed desperately,
tongue fucked by Grandma. Well, I won't tell you who
I pictured while I was reading this, so should I
the grandmother, the no nonsense. I actually had the woman
from the Incredibles, the little short little woman the cartoon,
not the woman that voices her. I had her in
my head because she was very no nonsense. So yeah,
but this was hot. Now I want a candle that
smells like eucalyptus and lemongrass, because I love those spot smells.
They're so pretty. But this was very hot though going
in and you know it's the same sounds hot. I
still need to find a massuse to do this with
questions from my author, did you ever go back for
that second appointment? And what was the most shocking part
for you? Her tongue in your ass or how hard
you came from it? And questions were my have you
ever had a normal massage turn into something way filthier?
Would you let a much older messuse take control like this?
You know I would chop your wildest unexpected happy ending
stories below all my links. All my links are in
the show notes. That's what I was going to say.
See this is gonna be all time by dear Niki.
There's something compelling about angry sacks. To legitimately be angry
with someone and to take it out of them and
inform Miss Sacks is intoxicating feeling. During my time in
the city, I lived with a lot of people. We
lived in a large place with eight to ten roommates
at a time. With that many people, it's inevitable that
you'll step on someone's toes now and then. I had
a particular problem with the guy that shared a wall
with me, who had rank different different people home all
the time, and he definitely had some interesting kinks. I
don't mind either of those things. What I did mind
is that every time I had to be up, it
seemed to be the night that I was kept up
till five in the morning with the screaming and loud
bangs from his room. I tried talking about it, but
he'd write me off as being jealous. That made me
incredibly frustrated, so we would get into some pretty epic
yelling matches. One night, I had a meeting I had
to be at at eight a m. It was a
really important meeting to me, and I wanted to look
my best and be on the top of my game.
I'd not bothered to say anything to Jake, my next
door roommate, because I knew it was more than likely
he would try harder to find someone to torment me with.
That night. It ended up not mattering. Around one thirty
in the morning, I woke up dead from asleep to
hear that Jake need indeed brought someone home. The banging
and the moan started up. For some reason, they stopped. Suddenly.
I heard arguing voices. Suddenly I heard the door to
Jake's room slam, and someone stormed down the hallway towards
the front door. A few moments later, the front door slams,
and I hear cat calls and jeers coming from our
other roommates. I knocked lightly at his door before pushing
it open. Hey, everything all right. He was sitting back
against his pillows, looking up at the ceiling. We ended
up sitting side beside on his bed talking. When I
got up to leave, he caught my wrist and said,
unless she'd liked to take that other girl's place for
the night. I laughed and told him he wasn't my
cup of tea. That I led to a bet that
I wouldn't be able to get off. He took that
bet immediately. If I won, he couldn't bring that girls
to his room for a full month. If he won,
he got to fuck me whenever, wherever, and however he
wanted to for an entire week deal. Before I knew it,
he had me flipped around, grinding his hardcock against my ass.
He ripped my pajama pants down, slapped my bare ass hard,
and pushed me on to the bed. He was rough
and relentless, penning me, finger me deep, pulling my hair,
and slimming me against the wall while he fucked me.
I came hard on his fingers, then again on his
cock as he drilled me into the air, my back
banging into the wall with every thrust. When he finally
filled me up, I was dazed, dripping mess, sliding down
the wall. So I guess I'll just let you know
when that week starts in, he said, with a wicked grin.
I nodded, still spinning, no regrets. A week doesn't sound
that bad after how good that angry sex felt. Signed
desperately your roommate's fucked toy for a week. I wouldn't
mind being somebody's fuck toy, just saying cume in mood,
eh about you? So questions for my AfOR they ended
up cashing in on that full week. What's the hots
moment during that first angry fuck there, pulling the wall,
slamming or realizing how soaked you got from that fight?
And questions for my listeners. Have you ever made a
sexual bet with a roommate or someone you lived with?
Would your risk a week of fore you sex to
settle grudge? Drop your best angry sex or roommate hookup
stories to Nikki and Ikky at deernigki dot com anonymously
through the website at deerniki dot com under the confessions tab,
and don't forget Join me over on our discord channel
Monday through Saturday, eight pm Central Standard Time for all
our filthy shenanigans. This was I liked this episode. I
know I say that a lot, but it seems like
every night I do one, they're like ooh ooh, you know,
so I had to say it was kind of crazy
here and the guy running into you know, going for
family dinner, that was the craziest one for me. This
was a total I don't know, my thighs are still
tingling from reading these stories. We went from a move
and day shower to to locked up in Vegas, cut
cold heat, to surprise family secrets, to a ring gag,
drooling angry roommate bets and a classroom desk angle anal
and a grandmotherly rim job, that room demand for life,
and that jaw dropping bisexual wedding night. I'm just saying, Oh,
the overall takeaway we can have this is desires, thriving courage.
Whether it's seducing your landlord, asking for a ring gag,
sending your wife off to a new couple, We're turning
your husband's secret and m F fund into a threesome.
The hottest lives are lived by people brave enough to
speak their ones out loud and chase them. Boy, I'm
tongue time tonight. And you know what we didn't put
in the I'm gonna have to look up to answer
to the riddle. It is not in here. Oh no,
hang on, okay, I'm gonna give it to you. I'm
gonna look up the answer because I don't remember, because
I wrote this like last week. Are you ready? I'm
usually on it. Okay, here's your riddle. I like to
be licked and swallowed and I can make your tongue tingle.
What am I? You're right? It's a lollipop I've got
on yay. I liked it. I remember seeing it thinking
I like this one, and I haven't ever had it before,
So we're gonna go where it. What was your favorite
one tonight? Of course, of course it was the massage
erine job. Well, from what I'm gathering, from what I
remember from this one, I think you'll like this one.
Then it's time for your naughty tuck in. The church
bells rang as we sealed their boughs. With the perfect kiss,
you may now kiss the bride. My new husband Ryan
cut my face gently and pressed his lips me soft, loving,
public appropriate. The church crowd cheered, but as I pulled
back and smiled at him, my mind flashed what I'd
seen three days earlier in our own bedroom. Ryan's best
friend since college, Jake, tall, muscular with that cocky grin,
had his thick cock buried down my husband's throat, while
nihat and Ryan knelt like a desperate slut, moaning around
every inch. I come home early from dress fittings, hidden
in the doorway, heart pounding, pussy instantly wet. I should
have been furious. Instead, I stayed silent, fingers slipping under
my skirt, rubbing my swollen clot as I watched them.
That memory made my thighs clench under my dress as
I walked down the aisle. Oh wait, you were not
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tuck in audio or my soft voice whispers all the
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Go on over to patreon dot com port slash dear
Nikki for more details to links in the show notes.
That's it for tonight, my naughty comes. Let's if any
of these stories got you hot and bothered, send your
own confessions to Nikki in Ikky at Dearniky dot com
anonymously through our website at darnicky dot com under the
confessions tab, and join us over on our discord channel
Monday through Saturday eight pm Central Standard Time for naughty
shenanigans with other sexplortives just like yourself. Make sure to
leave and share your own confessions and tune in next
time for more. Stay horny, stay safe, and keep making
bad decisions for all the right reasons. This is Nicky
signing off good night, my filthy friends.