Speaker 1: Hey, filthy animals, Welcome back to another steamy episode of
Nikki after Dark, where your anonymous confessions get the spotlight
they deserve and we all get a little hotter for it.
I'm your host, Nikki, and tonight we're diving deep into
three confessions that are tripping with risk, taboo, and the pure.
I can't believe I did that energy on today's or
tonight's show. An eight months pregnant woman runs into a tall,
young black mailman outside our building, and what starts as
a flirty small talk in a number exchange turns into
full pregnancy brain blackout lust. A woman reconnects with her
older family friend she's known for over a decade, always
the perfect gentleman until he finally binds her over and
fucks her brains out. And a body piercer is in
the middle of a clyctoral hood pe you're saying on
the gorgeous customer when things get extremely unprofessional. That and
so so much more, And before we get into the full,
uncut versions of all our stories, I want to hear
from you, my listeners. Here's tonight's question for all of you.
What's the most inappropriate or risky place or situation you've
ever had sex in or desperately wanted to. Hello, Poppy
and Frank, I'm glad you guys made it. How are
you guys tonight? Now? I have two open ended questions
for you to think about. What made that moment so exciting?
The fear of getting caught, the power dynamic, the spontaneity,
or something else entirely looking back? Would you do it
again in a heartbeat? Or was the risk hotter in
your head than in real life? Drop your answers in
the comments, or you can always them over in a DM,
directly on Discord or email them. It's a nikky Nikky
at darnicki dot com anonymously through the website at darnicky
dot com under the confessions tab. You can also send
this over on Monday through Friday, actually Saturday at eight
pm Central Standard Time on our Discord channel. Join in
the live chat or just sit back, relax and then
join the mood. I'm presenting. All right, I've got our
riddle for tonight. Remember it sounds felthy, but the answer
is squeaky clean. Some people like to keep me trimmed,
others keep me long. Everyone seems to get covered in it?
When am I keep that one simmering in your dirty
little minds? And I promise I'll give you the answer
at the very end of the show. Oh you're driving,
I've never been to me. I need to go to Maine,
anything good and Maine besides the lobster. You're a trucker. Hello,
I'm doing my little honk thing. You know you can
honk your horn for me. Oh boy, Well, let's keep
the trucker occupied, shall we. 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,
I have a filthy little confession that's been making me
squirm with excitement ever since it happened. The taxpayer is
now my absolutely favorite position. If you're not familiar with it,
you seriously need to educate yourself and find the fuck
out asap. I first saw it in a post and
instantly knew I had to experience it. For those who
don't know, it's hardcore rough anal where the person's fucking
you plants their foot firmly on your face, pinning you
down while they'd drive deep. Thankfully, I have a reliable
friends with benefits who's been more than happy to help
carry it out. Oh my god, y'all, this guy got
so fucking deep up my asshole in this position. It
was pure heaven. I had him switch and fuck my
pussy like that for a bit too, just to feel
the intensity before I begged him to finish by coming
me deep in my ass. He showed zero mercy, pounding
away with his foot, pressing harder into my face whenever
I moaned like a slut. I loved every single second
of it. If you have someone willing to try this with,
do yourself a huge favor. Live it out at least once.
Don't be shot about the balance. Just push that foot
into her or his face even harder. I've never been
happier to pay my taxes in my life. Try it now.
You'll think me later horny and taxed out. I had
no idea. I don't really pay attention to like positions.
I don't I don't have a book. I still need
to go check out that one book that was last
night's And of course we all know the Karma Sutra.
I wondered the taxpayers and the Karma Sutra to anybody? Now,
I don't it sounds it sounds very deliciously dominant in
degrading in the very best way. I don't know if
I like the foot in my face though that's not
my thing, but I think if you like feed the
stubby would be, you know, kind of your thing. Maybe
question for my author, how long did you hold that
position before switching to your pussy? And did the foot
pressure turn you on more because of the humiliation factor
or the physical control and he sore on us the
next day, or just pure satisfaction? End listeners? Have you
ever tried the taxpayer or something similar with foot on
base play? Would rather be the one getting stomped or
the one doing the stomping. Drop your confessions or email
them to me. I am all ears and maybe a
few toes. You never know, Dear Nikki. If you live
in the US, tax season is finally here for most
of us. I usually handle my taxes online by myself,
but this year my new small business made everything complicated,
so I decided to hire a hot accountant. We started
with a virtual meeting. He was this sexy white guy
in his late twenties or early thirties, and he turned
me on so much I had to try not to
show it. We got into the business details. Him, so,
what kind of small business do you own? Me? Uh?
Redacted for privacy is what they said here. Nice. What
kind of expenses do you have? Me? Payroll, office, security bills,
mileage gas? Him cool? Are you filing as a single
or married? Me? Well, I have a cock, but we're
not married. He immediately started blushing and looked uncomfortable. So
that means single Me? Yes, which means I may have
to pay more taxes. Can you do anything about that?
I really want to maximize my deductions? He blushed again,
shifting his chair. Well, I think we need to speak
in person. Is there a good time for you to
come to my office for a consultation? Me? Yes, any time?
Him perfect. I have an opening tomorrow at one fifteen.
Will that work me? I'll be there, thank you. The
next day I walked into his office and there he was,
this hot white stud in a sharp suit. We talked
business for a few minutes before he leaned in and asked, so,
tell me more about this cock situation. Maybe I can
use it to get you more of a tax deduction.
I smiled and laid it out well as you can tell,
I'm Asian, but I'm exclusively entertaining white men for years.
My Asian cock is useful for two reasons. He loves
the lifestyle and pays most of my expenses. Plus he's
smart and actually runs the business for me. He slowly
opened his legs wider, letting me see the growing bulge
in his pants. So you want to entertain this white
man right now, get yourself a nice load in a
big tax deduction. I looked at him straight in the
eyes and answered, why do you think I'm here? He
smartd Well, then get on your knees, you Asian slut,
and suck this white cock. The rest probably imagine let's
just say a leftists office with a fresh cream pie,
sword jaw, and close to four thousand dollars in brand
new tax deductions. I love paying my taxes the deduction
earned h huh an assigned Asian tax slot. I think
if I was going to get four grand and tax
deductions every time, I think I would find a way
to have a cock too, and a good tax person.
Could you imagine being an accountant and someone comes in
and says, well, no, I'm not married, but I have
a cock. I kind of really thought this would like
they he would bring the cock along or something. I
kind of shocked me in a good way. In questions
for author, how far did it actually go in his office?
Did he bend you over the desk? Did you ride
him while he kept talking about your business? Expensive? Yes,
that's kind of interesting. Did your cook find out about
the tax meeting? And how did he react when you
told him? And listeners, have you ever mixed business with
pleasure in a risky, filthy way like this? Would you
let an account it audit you if it met thousands
and deductions and the thick white load? Hmmm, interesting thought?
You know, I mean we kind of sometimes we shy
away from paying for sex, but I mean, if it
turned into thousands and thousands and tax deductions, I'm gain
just saying. I mean, you know, dear Nikki, Well, that
was a first. I was walking back to my building
when the mailman pulled up. Usually it's the same sweet
old guy, but today it was Tremont, a tall, lanky,
young black man at least five years younger than me,
in a full foot taller. He was sweet, at first
took his pen phones off, smiled and greeted me warmly.
Then he got funny, asking for my number while pretending
it was for a street address, then straight up flirty,
telling me how beautiful my name is, how far along
I am eight months pregnant, and how damn amazing I
still look out walking in the summer heat. Um yes, please,
pregnancy brain hit me like a truck. I had a
total blackout moment, standing there, blushing while fantasizing hard about
this young black maleman fucking me senseless. Without thinking twice,
I offered him my real number, secretly hoping he'd bring
me a very special delivery straight up my back door asap.
He pulled out his phone, leaned in close as I
started giving him the digits. I stared at him, sentially,
my mind completely blank except for the dirty thoughts of
him ruining me. That's smun. An old lady for my
building came around the corner and saw us and immediately
launched into wild nonsensical rant, mostly scolding Tremont, but something
somehow ending with her accusing me of wasting taxpayer dollars.
I don't know if he'll still want to come up
to my place after that, but we're definitely fucking within
the next twenty four hours. You're horny and eight months heavy,
pregnant mail slut. You know that's a cock block. I'm
gonna call it. I'm sorry, I don't care what the
situation was. That wasn't. Absolutely I hope I never when
I become an older woman and whatever, I hope I
never cock block someone knowingly, just saying question for my author.
Did Tremont actually text you? And what was his vibe
after the old lady erupted? He laughed it off or
get awkward? Are you hoping for a gentle special delivery
or do you want him to absolutely rail you while
you're at yes, pregnant and listeners. Have you ever or
has someone you know ever hooked up with a delivery person,
mailman or random service guy. Would you go for it
at eight months pregnant? Or is that too wild even
for you? I've never been pregnant, though, I bet I've
heard about pregnancy brain. So oh you've had so okay,
we finally have some money in a profession that we've read,
a confession I live with us? How many times did
you ever get propossessioned? Poppy? I mean, is that it's
got to be a real thing. I've read, so it's
a very common thing monthly, especially now that it's live.
It seems like we get a delivery something or other
a few times. Did you You don't have to answer,
oh yum, I like that nice? So you heard it first?
Or does it live? Concee eds that uh poppy? Our
delivery guy says it does. Happened so very sexy, dear necky.
My grandpa hired Gee to handle his finances before I
was even born, so he's always been a family friend.
We first connected when I was about twenty two, and
over the last decade we've had random spurts of time together.
He helped with my taxes, we'd got a lunch catch up,
and I even cleaned his house occasionally for extra cash.
We probably hung out dozens of times in my twenties,
but he was never on my radar. He was always
a complete gentleman, kind appropriate, maybe hugging me a little
longer than normal, but never creepy or forward. I was
in a long term relationship back then, anyway, and now
I'm single. Last week he called with a random question
which turned into catching up. I moved since we last
saw each other, and now we lived just five minutes apart.
He offered to take me to dinner the next evening.
It had been about four years since I had seen him. Now.
Gee may be an older man, but god damn, he
has a nicer physique than most younger guys I have seen.
He works out daily, runs every morning, does hot yoga,
and still runs his own full time business while volunteering,
is at e m t in his work pans. His
ass is so tight and smackable it should be illegal.
All of this is ridiculously sexy to me. We went
to dinner and he immediately sat beside me, up across
the table. We had a great time talking, his hand
resting comfortably on my thigh. When he drove me home,
I turned to say good bye, and he kissed me.
I was shocked, but also instantly turned on because he
was a super fucking attract I'm a little oblivious sometimes,
so I didn't see it coming at all. The next
day I offered him a tour of my apartment. We
watched the Olympics, and then he looked at me and asked,
do you want to go inside, meaning my bedroom again?
I've known this man for years, and I've never expected this.
We went in clothes, came off kissing and caressing, turned heatad.
When he unsheathed his cock, I almost lost my breath.
It was so big and grothy. I got instantly wet
just looking at it. He entered my aching pussy and
missionary and started fucking me, not just having sex, but
properly pounding me with the insane stamina and rhythm. Then
the dirty talk started, whispering right in my ear while
he slammed into me. Tell me what you like, princess.
You've been a bad girl, and I'm gonna punish you.
Do you want to come all over daddy's cock. But
what absolutely set me over the edge was when he growled,
your mom didn't serve me, but you deserve to come
all over my cock. I fucking lost it. I couldn't
stop screaming from the pleasure. My legs shook violently as
I came hard, my pussy leaked down my thighs. He
didn't stop. He kept fucking me through wave after wave
before gasms, holding me down by my throat, grabbing my hair,
biting my neck, and whispering filthy things. The whole time.
After about an hour and six orgasms, he finally pulled
out and came in my mouth. His com tripped from
my lips as I came up to kiss him. The
very next night, he came over again and we repeated it.
After I told him how much his dirty tok turned
me on, he turned it up even more. Mommy doesn't
deserve me, but you do. Take all this clock, Princess.
Tell Daddy what you want, tell me what you need. Oh,
it was seriously so fucking hot. I saw him again tonight,
and even though he was exhausted from work, he still
thought my brains out and made me come oliver his cock.
He's honestly a better fuck than most younger guys I've
been with, hands down. I'm a greedy little slut who
can't get enough, and I'm so excited to see if
this becomes a regular thing. I'm loving this Daddy Princess dynamic.
It's insanely hot. Hopefully this wasn't too long or boring.
I just needed to share it to you. Nikki, Daddy's
Princess a forbidden family friend slut. I like it, like it,
like it, like it. Actually I love it. This is hot.
I want to know where the phrase came from. Your
mom didn't serve me when I first I thought, well
did him and HER's mom have a thing? And then
I just think it was a rule play, And then
I got to thinking, if you're going to slip into
a rule play, this is the perfect Ti'm right in
the middle of sex in a soft way, like testing
the waters, and apparently she went with it. I mean,
I'm impressed in the stamina. Ooh, I'm a little fan
of myself over here. Questions for our author. How did
it feel hearing him say that the line your mom
the first time? Did it push the taboo button even harder?
Or was it the combination of the rough fucking that
made you explode? Has he mentioned anything about keeping this
a secret from your family grandpa? Or are you both
just riding the way right now? And for anyone that's listening,
have you ever hooked up with someone who's been in
your life for years as a safe family friend or
older figure. Did the long history make it hotter or
did the guilt taboo factor add extra spice? Hello? John,
how are you you're off today? It's always a good
thing being off. I get Sundays off, and I still
work just a tiny bit. You just missed You've got
Wednesdays and Sundays off. I've always thought like, if you're
going to take I as I got older, if I
wanted a day off, I always thought Wednesdays was a
great gate. Wednesday and Sundays were great because it kind
of gives you a middle ground to work with. And Wednesdays,
everybody's at work. You can get tons of crap done.
Only people realize when you have Wednesdays off how much
shit gets done. And then Sunday. If you give everything
done on Wednesday, then Sunday you can do whatever you want.
Dear Nikki, quit worrying about the stimulus chech situation you
get when you have a sugar d or two. I'm
going to keep this short and simpril. There's no easier
way to become stressed free financially and then finding a
sugar daddy. It's honestly not difficult at all. There's always
some older guy with plenty of money looking for his
very own sugar baby, whether he's married or not. I'm
a twenty four year old SCRAD student, and my Facebook
messager and dms are constantly blowing up with older men
dying to satisfied their kink or dive headfirst into you
know what. Needless to say, I haven't had to worry
about my finances at all this year, even though my
regular income got slashed in half between a couple of
generous old white daddies. My bills are covered, my tuition
is handled, and I'm living comfortably. Seriously, it's not bad.
It's not even close to bad. If it feels that way,
you just have to get through the fifteen minutes or
less of some old white dude on top of you,
pumping away while he calls you his favorite little whatever
slut and tells you how much better you feel than
his life worth it every single time, stress fee and
spoiled sugar baby slut. I knew some sugar babies. I
never did it. And then I had a regular on
the lines that he had a couple of sugar daddies
or babies. I should say. One of his things he
told me is like if you ever wanted to dress up?
In his opinion, when he if, he said she was
a stripper and he was the sugar daddy, and she
was looking for a good school girl. Out fit. Well,
she wanted to order one like you know, off Amazon
or whatever. He said, Actually, you know what's hotter, He said,
we go right down there to the Catholic school uniform
place and get you a real one. So apparently he
drove her down there, got her Catholic school girl uniform
and dressed her up, and she like troubled her tips
that night. So you know, but he loved being a
sugar daddy. Have you ever been a sugar daddy anybody?
Or daddy or baby? Because we've got I don't know, John,
if you're listening by yourself or coupled or what. Okay,
have you ever been a sugar daddy or a baby?
You could be a baby too. You know. I didn't
like it. I have when I would do calls on
the lines. I hated anything that had to do with
even though I was earning money by the minutes I
was talking. I never liked the financial domination. I never
liked the being the sugar baby. I hated that. I
it was not my cup of tea. You can't be
a boring vanilla guy because you're here, you know. But see,
you know one thing I learned about gentlemen that are
claim they're nice and show I'm boring vanilla. It's not
the loud, obnoxious assholes that you know talk about their
cock and what they can do to your body. It's
the nice, quiet ones that sit off in the corner
that actually have the wildest fantasies, and they're actually the
ones that you need to keep your eye on, just
saying Dear Nikki. As text deadline season approaches again, I've
been thinking back on all the opportunities my accounting career
has given me, most of them professional, but some deliciously
not safer work. Here's one of my very first busy
season that still gets me hard when I remember it.
I'm a pretty average looking guy, nothing genetically gifted, but
I take care of myself. I exercise, eat right, keep
my skin, hair, and teeth in good shape. Some people
call me handsome. Right out of college, I landed a
job at a small to mid sized firm. The junior's
staff was a heavy female, and in those early months
I had tons of questions, most of them I directed
to Ali, a second year, who was amazing at explaining things.
Ali was short, slim and narrow, hips flawless, pale skin,
striking green eyes and a perfect ass and breasts that
were a little more than a handful. She wore her
black hair and a cute bob and had the most
contagious smile. Outside a busy season, we were all hung
out a lot, hiking, swimming at the lake or hot springs,
hitting bars and clubs on weekends. Seeing the girl's trade
business for casual for bikinis on short dresses was always
a treat. Ali's lightly toned body looked incredible, and when
we danced I got to enjoy fantastic views of her
cleavage while my hands rested on her waist. We never
crossed the line into anything more than friendly dancing, but
the tension was definitely there. Then tax season hit like
a truck. Supervisors and juniors started dropping off left and right.
One quit, one decide accounting wasn't for him, and one
went on a journey to leave, and the magic manager
had a family emergency. We went from sixty hour weeks
to seventy and eighty, with my worst hitting eighty eight hours.
Everyone was exhausted and stressed. On the last Saturday in March,
a small group of us went out to our favorite
club and let loose a little more than usual. Ali
grabbed my hand and pulled me on to the dance floor.
This time, she didn't stop. She backed right up until
her ass was pressed up against me, and placed my
hands on her lower stomach. She started grinding and I followed.
My cocks slipped between her ass cheeks and I could
feel the thin line of her thong through her dress.
I started getting hard, worried my dick would make things
awkward in front of everyone, but the song ended and
we went back to the bar. Later, I noticed her
nod towards me and port pointing down while talking to
another junior girl, clearly signaling what she felt. April sixteenth
finally arrive. Our firm had seasonal our quotas for bonuses,
and Alie, me and one other junior just barely missed
the second tier. Management let some come in the day
to finish filing and hit the numbers. The guy only
needed six hours, so he left by early afternoon. Alie
and I kept working. Around eight o'clock, we finally hit
our quotas we laughed, relieved the season was over, and
started shutting down everything. The office was dark except for
the moonlight and street lights coming through the windows. As
we walked back to our shared office, arms kept brushing.
I finally put my arm around her, and she pulled
me closer. By the time we reached the office door,
she had her arms around my neck and pulled me
into a deep, hungry kiss. A quickly turned intense. Her
hand slid down to my crotch, feeling my cock hard
and fast. I crossed her breast through her blouse and
realized she wasn't wearing a bra Her nibbles stiffered under
my fingers. Alane did my belt and pants, slipping her
hand inside to stroke me over my braves. I thought
I might have been imagining it at the time with
the club, she whispered with a little laugh. But this
is exactly what I remember. I'm buttoned her blouse, sprang
her perfect tits, soft supple with the very pink, almost
ghost nibbles. She dropped her knees, pulled out my braves down,
and my thick cock sprang up. Her eyes widened. Oh
my god, your dick is so big. She took me
both hands, stroking and licking from ball to head before
sucking me into her warm mouth. She bobbed and jacked.
What I wouldn't fit, getting me dangerously close. I pulled
her up, laid her on her back on the desk,
and ate her pussy until she was guiding my tongue
exactly where she wanted it. There, tap swirl until she
came hard bucks hamps, bucking and moaning. Then she climbed
on the top, telling me she needed to go slow.
She lowered herself on to my cock inch by inch,
gasping when she finally took me all the way. God damn.
She started grinding deep her tight pussy, gripping me perfectly
while I played with her tits and ass. After a while,
she bent over the desk and backed fuck me hard now,
I grabbed her hips and bounded her deep and fast.
The sound of her ass slapping against me echoed through
the empty office. She came again, clinging around me, and
I finally exploded hard into the condom, well buried deep
inside her. After we caught our breath and cleaned up,
I walked her to her car. So where did that
come from? I asked, You're a cool guy, she said
with smile, And after feeling you at the club, I
got super curious. I wanted to try it out. Then
Right as she was pulling away, she added coyly, I mean,
I'm not the only one. I stood there in the
parking lots done and suddenly wondering how many other junior
girls had noticed my big dick that night at the club.
This tax season really does bring out the best and
dirtiest in people. Big dick. Busy season, tax season stud Yeah,
there's nothing like backing into someone in the you know,
even depressed of a nice heart talk, just saying and
for author, did anything happen with Allie or is Just
or any other junior did you ever find out you know?
And did you have any other after hour encounters with
in the busy season or even off Really, I'm kind
of curious about that, And anyone that's listening. Have you
ever hooked up with a coworker during tax season or
any other high stress work crunch? Did the long hours
and build up tension make the sex extra intense? And
if I get bumped off here or I think we're
getting a storm, so if I have to jump off,
just a yeah, just keeping you if I have to
jump off real quick, just letting you know, keeping an
eye on things over ear. Dear Nikki, one of My
jobs was in the treasury department of a small bank.
Our team was only about six people, and my desk
was right next to Amina, a total milf. She was
Canadian Lebanese, look like a respectable, hard working wife and
MoMA from the outside, but she had that quiet fire underneath.
She had two kids and a husband who always was
traveling for a small business. We'd been colleagues for about
six months when our conversations slowly turned personal, then very sexual.
She'd casually drop comments about her dead bedroom, speculate about
which coworker had hooked up after a wild night, and
complained about how little action she was getting at home.
One Friday evening, after work, only the three of us
ended up at a bar nearby. When Patricia left, it
was Jessamina and I. She told me her kids were
at her parents for the weekend and her husband wouldn't
be back until Sunday. A couple more drinks later, we
decided to walk down to the marina. We started holding hands.
Things quickly moved to jut out of just a colleague zone,
and she was getting very handsy. I asked if she
wanted to come back to my place for a nightcap.
Since it was close by, and she happily agreed. Ten
minutes later, we were in my apartment looking out at
the city lights. She asked to use the bathroom and
change out of her work clothes. I gave her one
of my smaller fitted T shirts, hoping it would show
off her curves, and changed into shorts and teas myself.
When she came out, fuck, she lived incredible. A shirt
was stretched tight over her bee sy taits, her nipples
faintly visible, and her flat stomach was on full display.
We chilled with some wine and smoked a bull and
got more and more comfortable asking each other dirty questions.
I'd asked if she had ever been with more than
one guy. She said no, but it was a big
fantasy of hers. She kept saying how much she'd loved
the idea of thick cock. When I pressed her about
her husband's eiye, she hesitated, then admitted she always wanted
to try fucking a bigger, thicker one ever since she
started watching porn as a teenager. By then, my was
hard tinting my loose basketball shorts so badly that the
head poked out of the bottom. Her eyes went wide,
How big and thick you are, she asked directly. I
told her to see for herself. She reached over, pulled
the leg of my shorts aside, and my thick pre
come tripping cock sprang out. I'm about seven and a
half inches and clean shaven, which makes me even look bigger.
She immediately started kissing and drooling all over it, trying
her hardest to deep throat me until her eyes were watering.
I finally held her head down when she was about
three quarters wide. She loved it. Then I told her
stand up and let me see that gorgeous body I've
been leaking over for the past six months. She smiled
and slowly peeled off her t shirt, revealing her surprisingly
firm tits with big brown areolas. I fold her close,
unbuttoned her jeans, and slid them down. She looked fucking
sexy standing there and just her panties. I rolled her
on to the bed, kissed down her body, and buried
my tongue into her pussy, licking her long and flat
from top to bottom until she was shaking and came
all over my face. It was obvious her husband had
basically stopped fucking her because she was starving for it.
I straddled her chest and poured cocaut oil between her
tits and tit fucked her while she pressed them together.
The side of my thick cock splitting her tits apart
was incredible. Then I got on top started pounding her deep.
I kept growling. Do you like this thick cock filling
your milk cut? She moaned back, Fuck me like a bitch.
I need a good heart fuck from a big dick.
I deserp fuck me. I flipped her over, spang her ass,
pulled her hair, and failed her heart from behind while
she creamed all over my cock. I rubbed some of
her cream on her asshole and slabbed two fingers in.
When she begged me to, she came again, shaking violently.
When I told her I was close, she gasped in
my pussy, baby, I want you to fill me up.
I'm on the pill that sent me over the edge.
I pumped my entire load deep inside her and we
both collapsed. We ended up fucking about seven times that
weekend until Sunday, when she had to go pick up
her kids and husband. It was one of the hottest,
most memorable weekends of my life. Your weekend, milf filler. Huh,
there's nothing Mike ah hot del Milf. You know that's
their spa, especially for our tax season relief. I'm just
saying questions for our author. Did anything ever happen again
with Amina weekend? Or was this one sided, one time
kind of thing? And how risky did it feel knowing
that she had husband and kids? Did that forbidden aspect
ma get hotter? And what was the hottest thing she
said or did during those two days that still turns
you on when you think about it. And I'm gonna
kind of think it's the whole thing, all boiled down
to one that's like like, not one set element, It's
the whole thing, That's what I'm guessing. And to everyone
that's listening, have you ever looked hooked up with a
married coworker, especially a Milk or Dilf? Did it stay
a secret or did it turn into a regular thing
while your spouse was away? Dear Nikki, Yeah, that was good.
I liked it too. Something about uh yeah, who I'm
a little hot over here, Dear Nikki to the hot
blonde accounting girl in the corner office, First of all,
your ass is fucking hot as fire itself. Every time
you walk by, I have to force myself not to stare.
You've got this dobblish little smile that kills me. And
when I'm standing in your office talking to you about
spreadsheets or dead lines, you smile while turning your hair
around your finger. I'm instantly rock hard right there in
front of you. I always have to excuse myself quickly,
because the second I'm alone, I'm replying at my head.
I fantasize about locking your door, lifting that tight pencil
skirt up and over your hips, bending you over your desk,
and fucking you deep and rough, while the rest of
the team is none of the wiser. I can't stop
thinking about catching you in those tight black leggings you
wear sometimes, the ones that hug every curve of that
perfect booty like they were painted on. I want to
pull you into the supply closet or the stairwell, yank
those leggings down just enough, and fuck you away that
nobody else ever has hard, deep and completely owning that ass.
Until your legs are shaking, you're biting your lip to
keep from moaning too loud. God, I really need to
make one of these fantasies real hard in the hallway
her corner office. Craver, I do twirl my hair a lot.
I had me think of that. I was like, you know,
when I'm in deeper thought, I do twirl my hair
a lot. There's something about office fantasy. Offices and the
libraries are on my list. I have to probably, you know,
unless I'm when I'm rent a Porno's studio and have
an office. But that just kind of feeds the purpose.
I think, hmm, to my author, have you ever actually
made a move? Or is this dear pure fantasy? And
does she sometimes like she might be into the attention
or she completely oblivious? And would you rather take her
in a fancy office corner during work hours or sneak
away somewhere more dangerous the stairwell parking garage? And anyone
who's listening, have you ever had a serious workplace crush
that turned into secret fantasies or even real action? Would
you risk cooking up without hot coworker in a corner
office or is the thrill of the fantasy enough for me?
It would have to be just the thrill of the fantasy,
because I don't think I've crossed the line once and
it was okay, it's okay, but to seek it out again,
I don't. I work for myself, so that's why I
always fuck myself. So I guess I do fuck the
embossed employee. Dear Nikki, the boss caught me eating out
of customer. I've been a body piercer at a well
known shop. Tonight during our Valentine's event, I had a
lady in the back studio for a clictoral hood piercing.
I explained the aftercare rules, no bodily fluid exchanges while
it heals, and she was clearly not happy about that.
For this type of piercing, the clit needs to be
erect so I can get the placement right. Trying to
stay professional, I told her she'd have to get herself aroused.
So there was sitting with my face barely a foot
away from the most beautiful shaved pussy while she rubbed
her clit and smiled down at me. Finally, she asked
if she could keep going. I said yes, Then, feeling risky,
I told her i'd gladly help. She instantly moved her
hand away and said okay. I started with my thumb,
then licked it wet before pressing it back over her
swollen glit. She noticed immediately. Did you just lick your thumb?
I nodded and smiled. She asked if I liked it?
It was delicious. I told her. That's when she said
the magic words, you can taste it more if you want.
That was all the invitation I needed. I don't know
how long I spent devouring that sweet pussy. It was
so fucking hot. She pulled her knees up high with
her hands, staring down at me while I licked, sucked,
and buried my face between her thighs. I focused on
her clid, slid my middle finger inside her, bucking her
until she came hard, shaking and moaning. I didn't want
to stop, but I finally pulled back, finished the piercing,
and even took a few photos for future reference. I
sent her on her way, very satisfied and freshly pierced customer.
The second she walked out, my phone rang. It was
my boss, Sarah. She told me she'd been watching on
the security camera for the last twenty minutes. I frozed.
She said we'll talk tomorrow. I hope she doesn't fire me. Well, honestly,
I'm secretly hoping she punishes me by making me eat
her pussy every single day for the next week. Instead,
Please Sarah, make it happen. Caught on camera hungry piercer
slut oi could you imagine I have never had it
piercing down there? I did not know you need to
be aroused to get, you know, to kind of work
or be placed perfectly? Anybody have? Is that true? Does
anybody know? Hello, Brandon, that's okay, Poppy. You can commandm
ount you know colme as much as you want. I'll
ask you, Brandon, have you or do you have any
knowledge as it's say, about a piercing a clip? Does
it have to be aroused interact to get in the
right place? Do you know? If you don't have to
answer if you don't know, But it was just you
walked in. I thought it might bring you in. And
for my author, how awkward or turned on are you
feeling about Sarah tomorrow? Do you think she's was watching?
I guess she was pissed or maybe a little turned
on herself. Would you actually go through with it if
she offered that kind of punishment? Have you ever hooked
up with the customer before this? Or was this your
first going down on someone in the studio end listeners.
Have any of you ever got caught doing something sexual
at work, especially on camera? Would you rather get fired
or turned into the boss's personal oral toy as a punishment?
Mary wants everything? Yeah, anybody want to sign it for that? Uh? Yeah,
I just I you'll hear the story later when you
go back and listen. But I guess you have to
have it erect to get it placed perfectly according to
this person, So yeah, I just thought maybe you had
knowledge on it as all tier Nikki. It was my
review for the professional registration exam, the one you need
to pass to legally practice in my county. This stress
was insane. Some people broke down, some people powered through.
Others like me, coped with sacks. It was easy, free,
and if you're careful, the safest release. I matched with
the sky On grinder, who was also reviewing, but for
an account terry board exam. He was short, about my
height five five, but muscular, with long hair tied back
in a bun. We started the second I got back
to his place, and damn he was good. I prepared
the bottom before heading over. He kissed me deeply, then
moved to my neck and played with my nipples until
I was leaking precomb without him even touching my cock.
Then he went down on me, sucking my tick and
keeping my balls plenty of intention before he remmed me
he was impressed, I'd clean up properly an till me
he doesn't rim every bottom he oakes up with. After
eating my hole for a long, delicious couple of minutes,
he crapped a condom and loub He worked one smooth
finger inside me, then two, hitting all the right spots.
With my back on the bed, he rolled the condom on,
lifted my legs, and slowly pushed in while kissing me
in my neck. There was almost no pain, just this
incredible feeling of my whole opening up for him. He
flipped me into doggie even without pulling out, twisting his
cock and side me in a way that made me
twitch with pleasure. Then he started pounding me hard, really hard.
My back was pressed against his rock hard abs, his
pecks rubbing against me, hands playing with my nipples, lips
on my neck the whole time. He flipped me onto
my back again, raised one leg, kissed me, and fucked
me with deep, powerful strokes right when I was lost
in it. He asked if he could come. I told
him yes and clenched my ass around him. That drove
him mild. He kissed me hard and kept thrusting until
he filled the condom deep inside me. He stayed buried
for a moment, then pulled out, removed the condom without
breaking the kiss, immediately went back to playing with my
nipples and stroking my cock. He kissed his way down
and took me all the way into his throat. The
heat in suction pushed me over the edge. I warned
him I was about to come, but he didn't stop.
I unloaded what felt like a week's worth straight into
his mouth, and he swallowed every drop. Then he kissed
me again and clapsed his full weight on top of me,
whispering that it was one of the best experiences he'd
had so far. We showered together, making out under the
water while we were washed away each other. Before I left,
he was sweet enough to give me a fresh pair
of his underwear because I'd torn mine, pulling them out
down in a hurry. It's jress relieved, done right, exam
seasoned bottom and a welf reviewer. There's nothing like a
good sex fuck, I mean stress fuck. There's not even
a stress orgasm if it's done by yourself, especially when
you're pent up and you haven't had one in quite
a while. Nothing like it. And for our well fucked reviewer,
did did you ever hook up again after a review season?
Or was it the one time stress relief? And what
felt the best the rimming, the pounding and doggie or
the way he deep throated you at the end. And listeners,
have you ever used sex as a main stress relief
during an intense study or exam periods? Would you rather
top or bottom for a fellow stressed out student? Okay,
that is a wrap on this episode before I need
a cold shower. These stories, we learned that pregnancy hormones
can turn a simple mail run into a full on pantasy,
that a long time safe family friends can be the
most dominant stamina packed lovers wants attention finally stabs, and
that sometimes the hottest risk at work, like piercing and
going down on a customer, can lead to the most
unforgettable and potentially career altering moments. The big takeaway when
the chemistry hits and the opportunity appears a lot of
us are willing to be very, very bad, even if
that means getting caught on camera or risking everything for
that one perfect fuck. And now here's your answer to
your riddle. Let me remind you what it is. Since
we had some late people. Some people like to keep
me trimmed, others keep me long. Everywhere seems to get
covered in it. When am I no? Not nails? Oh
very interesting, Bobby, any other guesses? Okay, it's grass, grasp
I try, And now it's time for your naughty tucking.
I was twenty two, a total fuck up by today's standards,
crashing on couches and living for the next cock or
cunt that made my pussy throb. That night started like
any other, socking off some hot stranger in his back
seat because his strings had been free and his dick
looked thick. I wiped my mouth saturated back into the
bar and there she was, Judith mature, sharp in a
business suit, eyes like she already owned me. She bought
me a drink to wash the taste out, her voice
low and velvet. Her fingers brushed my thigh under the
table while we talked, and while she leaned in closed
her breath on my neck and a hot rush straight
to my souak panties. We didn't last long in the
bar bathroom, she murmured, and I followed her like a
bitch in heat. The second the door locked, she'd pinned
me against the wall, shove my skirt up, and slid
two fingers inside me without a word. I was tripping.
She curled them just right, grinding my clid, and I
came hard, shaking, whimpering into her neck while she whispered,
good girl, suck my hand. Oh wait, you were not
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Thank you for listening tonight to Nikki after Dark. If
you have your own very dirty confession burning in your phone.
You can always send it to me at Nikki and
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confessions that'll leave you throbbing. Good night, everybody,