Nikki Dupre Blog

Update

Nikki Dupre — Fri, 05 Feb 2010 20:05:03 +0000

Well, as some of you may have noticed, I am no longer posting on any of the tranny forums. And, if you think about it, I was honestly never really much of a forum person in the first place. lol But if some of you are already missing me, don’t worry! You will be seeing a lot more of me on my website, my blog, and a few other choice places which you’re welcome to “chase” me to. lol I’m working with awesome people, and for an awesome company. I’m pretty happy minus all the forum drama, and I think I may want to leave it that way indefinitely. :P

Nikki

Ass Fucking, and Other Higher Forms of Love

Nikki Dupre — Sun, 17 Jan 2010 08:24:14 +0000

I love getting fucked in the ass. There. I said it. And I’m not ashamed. But don’t misunderstand me. I enjoy doing the fucking (aka “topping“) just as much as I like having my own rectum porked. For instance, last weekend this hot little tranny, who I will only refer to here as “Teresa”, talked her way into my upper east side hotel room. That’s right. My tiny black heart caved in, and I had gay sex with a nymphomaniac tranny. — And let me explain something here and now. A straight guy having sex with a passable transsexual is NOT gay. This is perhaps the biggest misconception EVER concerning sex with shemales. From everything I’ve observed, guys rarely get turned on by an actual vagina. Sorry, but they get turned on by the chick’s overall appearance. For instance, just take a look at Danielle Foxx…

Danielle

(Ok… Now take your hand off your dick, and keep reading.)

But when two transsexuals fuck, ie. same-sex intercourse; well, that’s just gay. And since the world is going to end in less than two years, according to the Mayan calender and Hollywood, I figured that gay sex was something I should try a time or two, or maybe even a few hundred. — But back to Teresa. Teresa and I are in love. Tho’ not that mushy, suffocating love that they try to pretend is alive and well on all the daytime soap operas. I mean TRUE love. We’re not getting married. We’re not even monogamous. And we certainly are NOT “fuck buddies”. Fuck buddies are non-commital, shallow assholes who use each other for sex. That’s not Teresa and me. In fact, we may never fuck again. We don’t need to. We hit the highest highs the first time. It wasn’t planned out nonsense. It was thrilling and wild, the way love should be. Love and sex are not logical, thank sweet baby Jesus. They defy logic. That’s why the best sex a married man will have is with an escort, not his wife. The risks, the challenges, the unpredictability, etc ALL make them feel happy to be ALIVE. And, fellas, by all means; go home and treat the mothers of your children like the queens they are, you fucking bums. I’m not giving you an excuse to ruin the only decent thing you’ve ever done with your poorly planned lives. But since you have absolutely no control over sexual lusts, and you’ll become maladjusted freaks unless you get your rocks off properly once in a while; just cut to the chase and go get yourself a “private model”. But I digress. Back to Teresa again. The sex was glorious and I’d dare say, “magical”. She fucked me doggie, pulled my hair and smacked my ass; making me pre-cum a big sticky puddle. Then I went inside of her. She rode me cowgirl for a good hour, and shot a big hot load over my shoulder. I pumped her asshole doggie style for almost 90 minutes, until we each kept getting charlie horses. There were flying cumshots, eye-crossing fellatio, deep tissue massages, passionate kissing, cuddling afterwards, and tender spooning. All in all, we fucked our brains out for over 3 hours, and there was never a dull moment. And now, we’re in T-love. Isn’t that a cute story?

Sneak Peek: Tara Emory Was Positively ABUSIVE… and It Was Utter HEAVEN!

Nikki Dupre — Wed, 23 Dec 2009 19:57:46 +0000

Well, I must tell you all, I think I’ve had perhaps the most humbling experience of my life last month, and never even saw it cumming. Truly, I don’t recall having ever been so humiliated in all my time on this earth. I know. Most of you think I’m kidding, don’t you? I almost wish I was. But I have photographs that prove I’m not. Let me try to explain this the best way I can. I’m usually the take-charge cunt in any and all situations. I’m the nasty bitch who strikes fear and terror into the hearts of the timid and weak. I’m the fire-breathing trans-zilla your mother warned you about. I mean, I’m Nicole Dupre, god fucking damn it!!! If that’s not saying it all, you must’ve been in a fucking coma for the past two years.

But, truth be told, the tables were turned. I was taught a serious and painful lesson up there in Boston. And, this time, I was the weak one, submitting to whatever sadistic pleasures that this… this… SHE-DEVIL, Tara Emory, had in store for me! We were supposed to… lol… yes… “supposed” to get together for a friendly little chat. I was visiting the Ecstatic 1 himself up in the Boston area that weekend, and she and I agreed to discuss doing some work together. I simply thought, ‘Ok. That’s basic enough. I’ll take this innocent redheaded TS over my knee, and spank the sass right out of her until she pleads for mercy’. But nooooooooooooo! Not that day, because I was immediately mesmerized by her charming demeanor, and intoxicated by her sultry grace. And, before you know it, she was walking me on a leash like fucking poodle through her dungeon! The humiliation was sinful and scathing. I was a mere plaything, in the hands of this Cruella deVille with a she-cock. She put me in a stockade. She chained me up. She smacked my big 40D shemale tatties with whatever she found handy. She fucked me missionary. She fucked me doggie. And I… begged… for more. I even agreed to see her again, although I know full-well that the likelihood of this debauchery happening again is all too real. But… I want it. God help me, I want her to hurt me! I definitely need Mistress Tara to hurt and punish me. I’ve been a royal cunt, I deserve no mercy. I see that clearly now.

“Sono una puttana!” The Eros TVTS / Shemale Escort Guide

Nikki Dupre — Thu, 17 Dec 2009 14:28:03 +0000

After all the Craigslist trouble earlier this year, involving the unfortunate murder of a provider, and pressure they’d received from officials in several states; there seemed to be some doubt as to where gentlemen might locate their shemale escorts online. Now I have to tell you, Craigslist had worked out relatively well on my end of the equation over a 3 year period, minus all the false flagging that went on. Sure. It attracts a more casual and less refined crowd over all, but that’s where my sharp screening skills come in I suppose. But, truth be told, good ol’ Eros never brought anywhere near the abundance of jerk off artists that Craigslist did; not even close. You girls know who I mean; the guys who call simply to hear your voice, and keep you on the phone as they pound their puds ie. free “phone sex”? lol Eros somehow also minimizes the amount of offensive hagglers, teenage boys, rapists, and murderers that the CL seems to be so good at attracting. In addition, CL decided to screw the provider (no pun intended) by trying to turn recent public pressures into profits. In other words, those lame biotches actually started charging us for the CL “experience”, in addition to adding some very strict posting guidelines! Well, no mas for moi. I stopped wasting my efforts with the CL last spring, and never looked back. Because in the interim, lo and behold, Eros got their shit together! The Eros advertising process finally got with the millennium, and restructured things to be far more user friendly for us bitches who have been buttering their bread for so long. In addition, I think the gentlemen browsing the bodacious beauties got smart and, right along with us, dumped the CL . After all, how much worse can the association be than to get potentially lumped in with a dirtbag the media donned the “Craigslist Killer“? It should go without saying that if their wives or girlfriends catch wind of their significant other’s CL solo surfing, it might paint them as a potential psycho-killer. And who the hell would want to walk away from a break up with that kind of reputation?

Long story, short? For now anyway, Eros remains at the top of the online escort advertising food chain, and it’s “C’ya” to the CL…

Oh! Excuse me, people, but I’ve gotta run! My smartphone is ring-toning!

Nicole Dupre

My Cock

Nikki Dupre — Wed, 09 Dec 2009 14:51:06 +0000

I have a cock. But I bet those of you out there, who are smug assholes, already think you know what I’m talking about so far, don’t you? It’s something along the lines of, “Tee hee! Of course you have a cock, Nicole! You’re Nicole Dupre, the famous M2F erotic model. You’re a “shemale”! What’s a shemale without her cock? Tee hee!”… Uh huh. No shit, Sherlock. And what the fuck did you think the point would be of Me writing a whole blog just to remind you of that little piece of trivia? Nice try, but “no”. What I meant was, I have ANOTHER cock. And, specifically, I was referring to My new slave, Charles.

Paperwork for Charles

Charles used to have his own cock . He peed with it, washed it, and he far too often even played with it. Well, 2 out of 3 isn’t so bad, right? Eh? Because the fact of the matter is, he’ll only be playing with that tiresome little pud if and when I say he can. Because right now Charles’ cock is actually MY cock. I own it. I always will own it. And if, and only “if”, I feel like it maybe… MAYBE I’ll release it. But at this point, that particular little event is looking pretty doubtful. Right now I feel like abusing Charles. In fact, right now that worthless pud which he once called his own is sitting in a CB6000, from A. L. Enterprises, Inc.

I have no idea when or where I may decide to grant Charles a little freedom. It could be when I stop typing, or it could be years from now. It all depends on My mood. But stay tuned, and if anything changes I’ll gladly humiliate him for all to witness, right here on My Blog.

Nicole Dupre’s BLOWJOBS

Nikki Dupre — Tue, 08 Dec 2009 12:36:44 +0000

As anyone who knows me well knows, I fucking LOVE LOVE LOVE oral sex. Yes indeed, I do love receiving head but, man-oh-Manishevitz, I sure do love giving it too. Yesterday was a perfect example. I’m in my hotel room on East 30th St, and the phone rings. A gentleman by the name of Andrew calls and says he wants to come over and give me top-notch fellatio, and swears that I will think he was the best ever. Well, truth be told, the best oral I’ve ever received was from another pre-op transsexual. But that’s another story for another blog, and I’ll get around to sharing that one too eventually. But here’s what happened yesterday with Andrew. Btw, pay no mind to the part where I told him to get out. I was just kidding. Five minutes later, I felt the need to suck some cock, and told him to take his clothes off again, and kick back on the king size bed. Here’s most of what I said…

RECEIVING:

Start by licking the head… There you go. Good boy.

Now, start sucking it about half way, and do nice things with your tongue. Atta’ boy. Very nice.

Now go down, all the way, until you get to the base of my shaft… Stop! Stop right there… Just stay there for a moment, and look up into my eyes…

“I love you” too, my dear.

Ok. Get a nice motion going, sweetheart… There you go. Make it feel like I’m fucking your mouth…. YES!!!

Now… suck it until it explodes with cum in the back of your throat.

Very nice. That was wooooonderful.

Ok. Now get the fuck out of here. I’ve got shit to do.

Thanks.

Ok. Now, as I said, I couldn’t let the guy walk away without a little payback. I mean, I can be a cunt, but i’m not a heartless cunt. So here’s how it went when I got Andy back in the sack…

GIVING:

Daddy, just lie back.

You know your girl wants to make you feel good. I’m sorry I was so mean a little earlier. Please, my darling. Allow me to make it up to you? Please?

Let me see if I can find a way… In fact, I think I have an idea!

Well, what do we have here?!?

Wow… You have a beautiful cock. Have I ever told you that?

“Always”? lol… I know. lol I can be so silly. My friends all tell me that I talk too much, and that I have what you’d call an… oral compulsion. I talk too much, and sometimes I smoke too much too.

But, daddy. Let me show you what else I can do with my mouth. I think you’ll like it better than the talking or the smoking.

I’m going to put my tongue on the head of that cock. Ok? I’ll be gentle. Promise…

You liked that? lol I’m glad. But I want that cock inside of my mouth, ok? Let me start by just putting in up to right below the head…

There. Felt nice, right? Ok. Again, but this time I want to massage it right below the head with my tongue. Tell me if it feels good like that…

lol Wow. You liked that little massage, I see. Huh? I’m glad. Now I’m going to go further, all the way the the base, and just let it sit there. But then I’m gonna slowly go back up with lots of suction, and wait until I feel it throb inside my mouth. And when I get half way up? I’m gonna go up and down on it. Every time, it will touch the back of my throat, and when I get back up to the upper neck, my tongue is gonna go kinda crazy…

Wow!!! You really liked that, I see. lol How about I do that again and again, until you’re ready to explode?…

Yay!!! Good for you, daddy! That sure is a lot of hot white cum you shot!

Thank you daddy… I love to make you feel good, because I love you so much.

Well, there you have it, folks. I suppose in keeping with holiday season, the lesson to be learned here may just well be that “It is far better to give than to receive”? I dunno. Personally, I really big on BOTH! lol

God bless us, everyone!

Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie! I Need Some MOR-!!!…. MORGAN BAILEY, that is!

Nikki Dupre — Tue, 03 Nov 2009 23:58:16 +0000

http://www.myspace.com/morganbaileyxxx

I don’t think I could even try to disguise this blog into anything more than a shameless sexual come-on to my current shemale crush, Morgan Bailey. I want Morgan. I want to do Morgan. And I want Morgan to do me. And when we’re done, I wanna do a little more! I want to smoke some Humoldt County Indica or Alaskan Thunderfuck with her, and do some shotguns. Am I out of line? God, I hope so. lol I admit that I’ve never met Morgan, but I really feel I need to, and soon. I need to put my arms around her, look into her eyes, and start to gently kiss her. And after that, I hope she doesn’t mind when I start loosening whatever clothing she has on her upper body, and start to feel her breasts. God, they look delicious. I want them so badly. And then I want to take off my top, and hold her hand up to my breast. Then I want to lift her finger tips to my mouth and kiss them, just for a minute. From there, I want to playfully rub my nipples on hers. I hope she won’t mind the smile it will inevitabley put on my lips. Because I know it will. But it will be a smile of loving calm. My nipples are so sensitive, and one of my most cherished erogenous zones. Then I’ll go back to kissing her lips, but a bit more passionately this time, making my way down her neck, and then slowly down to her shoulders. Then I’ll glide my tounge right down to her areola, and finally put her nipple in my mouth. My other hand will gently carress her other breast, which my toung will lovingly migrate towards, never rushing. And then when I worshipped her breasts with my tongue and fingers, I’ll move down to her adorable belly. At that point, I’ll almost be in a dream state, because I’ll know that next I’ll be descending upon her long, beautiful, rock-hard…

Morgan Bailey

Hey! Hold on just one goddamn minute! Get your minds out of the fucking gutter!!! And then, go find your OWN gorgeous shemale to go down on!!! Ok?!? This fucking blog is OVER as of right the fuck NOW, you fucking nosey perverts!!!

Sweet Cheeks, Morgan Bailey

Forum Flamewar Highlights – Introduction

nikkiD — Thu, 22 Oct 2009 22:45:20 +0000

It never ceases to amaze me how every transsexual who’s worth a damn seems to attract their own personal stalker/hater on the various internet shemale porn forums. But we do. Even the most beautiful of Tgirls can’t say very much before some anonymous goon employs verbal guerrilla combat tactics from behind their lonely keyboard. I’ve seen such stunning beauties as even the lovely Jennifer Paris have some faceless cockbandit attempt to put her in a verbal choke hold. How nauseatingly fucking misogynistic can you get? And God knows I’ve had my share over the years as well. To make things even more “interesting”, everyone who knows me also knows that my mouth often gets me into BIG trouble. Often I’m told, “But, Nicole! Don’t stoop to their level!”, or “Nicole, you’re being too mean!“, and even “Nicole, that’s not very lady-like of you!“

http://www.jenniferparis.net/

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know ALL about it, Gandhi. You can sue me and call off the wedding right after you GO FUCK YOURSELF! lol

Look. I apologize but I’m a verbose bitch, and the “shewolf” side of my personality has a potentially short fuse. I might also add that I have a strong maternal instinct, and the idea of other trannys becoming forum fodder for some antagonistic virgin who’s pushing retirement age makes my blood boil. Again, I apologize but I can’t help it. Transitioning is one of the most difficult endeavors that any human being could undertake. And having a natural aptitude makes it no less difficult. I know that many people don’t seem to get that part of the equation, but it’s a valid point regardless. However, now is not the time or place to spell that particular phenomenon out for you, so I’ll save it for another day.

Anyway, since I generally waste my breath on straightening out these volatile emotional cripples, while generating ample amounts of traffic for these forums – on sites whose money-chargers don’t even say “thanks” - I think it’s high time I bring back a few verbal gems here. Indeed, I often make posts that leave the crowds speechless, and which often give me a sense of accomplishment. Ya see, for my money, there’s few things more productive than silencing the damaging voices of ignorance and hatred.

So long story short, keep your eyes peeled, people. The incendiary posts of which I speak will be a part of the magic that is http://www.nikki-dupre.com/ .
- Nikki

October ‘09 Update – Part II: SUNNY DEE-LITE at the SECRET LOUNGE!

nikkiD — Wed, 21 Oct 2009 03:40:20 +0000

Catch Some Rays

Okee dokee, peoples. I’ve been dying to tell y’all about the way October took off with a BANG on the 1st, and the blast I had at Sunny Dee-lite’s party at the SECRET LOUNGE #525 WEST 29TH ST, NYC (BET 10TH & 11TH). I met some wonderful people there, including Miss Dee-lite herself. I have to tell you that Sunny radiates a warm glow just as her namesake implies, and I most assuredly enjoyed catching a few rays. First of all, I must tell you that Sunny is gorgeous from head to toe. No bait and switch there, fellas. She is as lovely, as she is nutritious and delicious. And her crowd was equally as warm-yet-cool. Btw Sunny’s good friend, Dennis, was so awesome to chat with. We talked about all kinds of things, including my recent domestic departure from south FL, which he’s also a former naive of.

Oh! And another awesome surprise was running into the lovely Susi Villa! Wow! What a beautiful person Susi is, both inside and out. She made me feel right at home, and we seemed to click like sisters quickly. I adore my TS sisters who can be down to earth, yet who also have that special knack of always rising to any occasion and smelling like a rose. Susi is definitely that kinda girl. She knows how to enjoy herself, and I cannot wait to kiki and party with her stunning self again soon! Love ya, sis!

Susi Villa

Ok, now let me give the gents their due, and I do mean the “gentlemen”. I met his Lord Duchovniness of HungAngels fame, Flabbybody! What a fun dude to chit-chat with. Friendly and funny, clever and cute. We hit it off, and talked freely and easily throughout the evening. When I finally split, around 2-ish, he was definitely one of the friendly faces that made my evening as fab as it truly had been.

Now at some point, when I was standing by the front door, this… well… what felt like an anaconda attached to a dapper cutie sneaked up and hugged me! Normally, I might have been a little nervous, but not that evening. Like Eve in the Garden of Eden, I was “kissed by the snake” but it felt GOOD! lol Ok, I’ll confess. The warm huggable dude with a ’snake on his plane’ was JWBL from HA! I have to say, it’s been obvious to me for some years now that this meeting could only go two possible ways. Johnnie and I both possess that potentially lethal superpower, namely a quick and irreverent wit. But, lo and behold, upon meeting in the flesh for the very first time, we clicked like Bonnie and Clyde and put reach other completely at ease! How fucking COOL is that?! And I know he’s gonna want to play my boobies like a pair of bongos for saying this, but he was a total teddy bear! We had a great time, chillin’ and chatting, and next time I hope that big-cocked mothafucka’ has the Nikon handy. Yes, peoples, we decided then and there to both use our superpowers of sarcasm for the goodness of trannydom and all mankind. lol And, perhaps best of all, Spider Monkey remained up for discussion as we finally said goodnight!

Well, there ya go! I told all of you faceless cockbandits and big tit-aholics that Part Duex was just around the corner. Being truthful is a character flaw of mine, which I’m actually fiercely proud of.

So stay tuned for more Tits-for Tatts Tranny Talk in the mighty month of October! Halloween isn’t far off, and Part Tres is in the werks!

Don’t You Worry, Sweetheart. It Will Be Our Little Secret.

nikkiD — Tue, 20 Oct 2009 22:42:32 +0000

For whatever reason it seems I’m one of those trannys who, when you finally meet me, you feel comfortable enough with to try something completely new and different. Maybe it’s because I’m a good listener. And once I know where the common ground lies, what parameters we can agree upon, and what the stakes are; it’s ‘all systems go’ on my end. Case in point? RAPE. / But wait a second. Before you start letting your mind take a nose dive into the gutter over that dreadful little four-letter word, I want to clarify that I’m talking pure fantasy here, folks. I run a tight ship, and anything that happens between two ore more consenting adults in my world leaves no room for victimization. With that understatement out of the way, let’s get down to brass tacks. / When a women plays the submissive role in such wild psychodrama, they generally refer to it as “ravishment“. Has Nicole Dupre ever played that particular role? Ummm, ‘been there, done that, was slipped some ruffies, can’t remember’. But when you gentlemen indulge in such kinkiness, it’s rather bluntly called a rape fantasy. And to date, so many of you have allowed me to unlock “Pandora’s Box” that I must admit to being rather flattered and honored. Truth be told, I love-love-love to make reserved and not-so-reserved gents squirm and sweat. And, not to blow my own trombone but, I’m extremely good at it too. When I have you face down? With my hand firmly gripped on your neck? lol Well… lol… my lips tremble just a little with glee for a fraction of second. It’s not that I don’t already know I’m the alpha shemale who your mothers warned you about. But when the realization hits you that you’ve been caught in my hypnotic web, I get rock-hard with sheer predatory lust. Face down and pressed against the floor, you are mine. And I almost… lol… almost… lol… I almost want to warn you that it’s going to happen in a second or two. But I don’t. I just can’t. Because I know it’s what you need, my love. And it may hurt a little. But that’s always how strong medicine is. Isn’t it, dear? A bit unpleasant on the way down? But that’s how Mother cures you of what ills you. And you will thank me, and even cry a tad, for just a little MORE.