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I mean, I don’t think Bryant would allow us to show up in bikinis and tell customers if they are willing to pay, they can tickle us anywhere they want.” And sometimes, he’d get to the head of the line, and have to wait anyway, as Kayla was being tickled by another customer, but he wasn’t going to go with anyone else. Then, after a short break, he would just use his fingers, working his way up slowly, stroking the soles of her feet, then in between her toes, then sliding them up, up her firm calves, tracing long figure eights, then tickling her thighs, easing up, then back, circling her knees, then up a little bit higher, then circling her knees, then up higher, tracing circles on her stomach.
As delicious as she was, Houlihan didn’t want to actually touch her with his fingers or his body. Houlihan took his time moving the feather back and forth up those long, slender legs, once alternating back and forth between the tip and the pointy quill. She liked having her breasts touched, and she liked doing the private dances, and of course, the money was great … but those boys couldn’t get her to Georgetown. Still excited, she ran upstairs to her huge, pink and white bedroom, still looking very girlish, and got out a vibrator that made the little portable one she took with her on her special “dates” look like a pencil.
She was dressed head to toe in black: black push up bra (and Janet was surprised at how big her breasts looked) black lace briefs that thankfully covered her stomach, black stockings, black jeans, and a black halter top. Janet was only really attracted to dark haired, dark eyed, Caucasian men, and Xavier had a intense, almost dangerous look. The paddle and feathers were out on the bed, and Xavier picked up the paddle and gently smacked Janet on her behind. “A few minutes of this, Janet, and then we'll bring out the feathers,” Xavier said. Janet stroked her fingers over Xavier's thighs, then gently stroked his testicles, and moved up to his penis, tracing circles around the head. Shortly thereafter, Xavier came, and Janet thought his climax felt like a heartbeat in the center of her.
Sometimes they touch me the way I want them to, but other times … it’s like they’re not listening.” He’d had to make his way down a sidewalk on a street lined with frat houses, and crawl a block, while he crawled through each of his brother’s legs, and got a smacking from each and every one of them. Houlihan slid out the bottom drawer and took out a smaller version of the paddle he’d been nailed with by the frat guys and laid it on the desk. So she got the car for her sixteenth birthday, even though he was the oldest; he’d had to walk to his part time job in high school until he had saved up for a battered sub-compact.
Monica looked behind her. Nick had asked her about the gun during their phone call, and she’d said yes, but she never thought he’d have to bring it out. Monica spent the rest of Christmas vacation brooding a bit. Blake had called him over Christmas break in a shaky voice, telling him he wasn’t going to keep an eye on Monica anymore. He explained how Monica wanted his silence, but that he couldn’t guarantee what any of the other 29 boys would say. He admitted he was looking for an exchange, either money or sex, but … well, Monica had left with her bodyguard. Houlihan thought something was up, but didn’t press it. I swear!” Now, Monica really wasn’t looking good.
Usually she looked forward to these dance parties, as a form of making money and expressing herself, but she’d never done a party this big. She’d brought her CDs, but sometimes the guys had music they wanted her to dance to. Monica had seen the video for the song, but hadn’t liked Britney’s outfit. For this particular routine, Monica wore a little black velvet dress, stiletto heels, and what looked like diamond jewelry. The man took a picture of the “George” plate with his cell phone, then pulled into the driveway of the house across the street, backed down, and drove off. Blake promised to tip off Houlihan if he heard anything about Monica getting loose again. “Excuse me?” Monica didn’t like where this was going.
She grabbed him, running her fingers through his short hair, then pushing him back so she could look at his face, into his eyes, feeling that no matter what had happened in her life with men, despite the rude treatment and the humiliation, it had all led up to this moment, with the man she'd craved for months. It was always slowly; of the few times he watched tickling videos, he couldn't get excited by the men who looked like they were jabbing their fingers into the ribcages and armpits of their victims. Jane happened to be the perfect height for what he wanted to try next: tickling her feet with one hand, and gently working his way up her thighs to the flesh in between her legs.
Yes, the thrill of punishing her by giving her the kinky attention the boys didn’t want to give was exciting enough, but Monica was unaware that Houlihan would spread the word that she was to be on her best behavior. But Houlihan wanted her to know that if she wanted to tell Monica how she felt about her, she should do just that—and it would be okay. Monday rolled around, and Houlihan decided he’d speak to Brenda that day, if he could. He’d known a few girls like Brenda, unattractive but they slept with boys anyway, and it didn’t help their popularity. School went on that fall, like usual, except students noticed a quieter Monica O’Toole.
Women like Monica would have an easy time of it in life; from wealthy, loving parents to a wealthy, loving husband. Monica was a little surprised when she got the note in Spanish class summoning her to Houlihan’s office after school, if she didn’t have any other obligations. Monica couldn’t imagine Brenda in a nice house twenty-two years from now; she seemed like the type of girl to deny herself the finer things in life, just because she could. Monica could tell Brenda was the kind of girl who thought behaving would earn her brownie points. I figured, ‘hey, why not?’ I know what guys like to look at, and it’s pretty obvious I’ve got it.
After “resting,” I took my condom off, laid in the Vitruvian Man position, and let Pam tickle me again to satisfy her sadism, eventually busting in her mouth. A month later, while drunk at Woody’s again, I ran into Pam. We said a few words and introduced each other to our friends, and then she took off. After turning in another 0-fer, I texted Pam. She’d apparently taken a liking to my buddy Punchline and stealthily offered us a threesome at her place. Punchline took off, and when I told her it was just me coming over, she said, “Oh, OK.” I went over to her place, let her tickle me, and then she sucked me off.
As time for college acceptance letters came due, she worried a bit. She’d applied to Georgetown, of course, and the University of Notre Dame (which her parents were a little more pleased about, since it was in-state) as well as Brown University. She had about six places she was waiting on, but her heart was in Georgetown already, and she didn’t know if she’d get there. She’d given it some thought, and she really didn’t want to be with him anymore. They came from different backgrounds, and she normally stayed away from guys like him, but if nothing else, she realized that good people and brilliance come from places you’d least expect it.
He managed to get some guys to pony up for one of Monica’s stripping parties. So Blake was a little surprised that Monica wasn’t interested in doing the party. “I’ve got thirty guys together—Tim Goldsworthy’s parents are taking him to Myrtle Beach for a few days, and he made an extra key to his house. A few of the guys were going to get beer. Nick DelVecchio wasn’t happy that she hadn’t done any parties this fall. If word got back to him that she turned down a 3,000 party … And what would Houlihan say? I don’t know who’s all going to be there.” As she hung up, Monica felt a sense of foreboding.
Mari replied, "Hey, Essie; why you do me like that?" Esmeralda started laughing. Fliorio looked up from his paper to see on the bench across from him Essie, Mari, and Kim. They were all in shorts and bikini tops and flip-flops. Tickle, tickle, tickle!" Mari made the spider like finger moves as she reached for Essie's right foot. Mari pulled the flip-flop off and lightly stroked Essie's foot, teasing her by saying things like "Koochie, koochie, koo!" Essie managed to scream out, "Kim, if you do, you'll regret it!" With that, Kim got angry, knelt down next to Mari, pulled off Essie's left flip-flop, and started tickling her left foot with vengeance.
Dylan tried to stand up to get to the bathroom at the back of the bus, but April's legs kept him pinned in his seat. Do you feel like, even squeezing as hard as you are, the pee is about to start flowing uncontrollably through the length of your penis and into your cute little pants?" Dylan heard a knock at the door, and a familiar voice asked, "Are you done yet?" He opened the door a crack and saw April standing there holding his backpack in one hand and wearing her own. Changing was rather difficult in that tiny room, but he was able to do it, and when he was done he put his peed-in pants and underwear into his backpack and walked back along the aisle to April's seat.
Now naked from the waist down, his cock rock hard and standing straight up in the air, already drooling precum, Kayla commented to her captive, "So, I can assume that bondage and tickling really get to you..." She lied like a pro, "I've done this to other guys and their dicks got soft rather quickly." Approaching the bed, Kayla played with the feather, twirling it in front of his eyes as she asked in a husky voice, "How ticklish are your dick and balls?" She went on to say, "I know how badly you want to come but I can't let that happen until you tell me why you're here, who you are and everything like that.
Every day in high school I'd walk into the living room when I got home and just see her hair there, draped over the couch, longing to at least run my fingers through it but never knowing how to even ask. I love having my hair long, but while taking care of you I didn't always have a lot of time, so I kept it to as manageable of a length as I could while still making sure you got to school every day, got fed, and went to bed on time. Plus, like I said your hair is amazing and I would love to feel it draped and dragged over my naked chest." I bit my lip back, worried I might have gotten carried away, but my mother beamed up at me, clearly happy with my response.
She struggled a little against every thing, but I think she knew what she was in for. I held fast, and when she began to let go and move her hips up and down, I removed the vibrating devil from her pink flesh. I toyed with it slowly, enjoying the feeling of the hot little nub under my finger. She was nearly screaming at the tickling assault, when suddenly I switched to the vibrator and placed it directly on her slick little clit. I ran my fingers softly up and down her ribs, tickling a little as I went, but at the same time, I ran up and down her moist slit with the vibrator.
Small sleepy towns were best for this sort of work, little shops with doddery old women or disinterested girls behind the counter who either didn't realise or just plain didn't care what Jack was up to. While her schoolyard reign of terror was going on Samantha's older brothers were busy muscling their way into every racket in their small sleepy hometown starting off as foot soldiers for the town's gangsters before building their own unopposed empire of extortion, fraud and general skulduggery. The video showed Jason in just his boxer shorts strapped to a pink X shaped bench in the basement of "Rizzo's" Samantha's nightclub that she had named after her favourite movie character and which was infamous locally for its raucous hen parties and ladies nights where only the bravest male strippers dared to work.
THe warm sensation caused her to tingle a bit, and then gasp as he place one large hand on her chest, near her neck, and began to smooth the oil onto her, working it around her body. She giggled and tittered, her arrousal growing as he played her helpless body, fngers tickling her nipples and breasts as well as her belly, dancing lower and lower until he was tickling her extremely sensitive sex-flesh. "I got you to submit once, now I'm going to pin you..." Reba felt him pulling his boxers down and freeing his rampant erection, which he wasted no time pressing the tip of against her slippery opening.
"I know," replied a despondent Tom. Watching Tamara dress for her job, one would think she was actually going to the prom. "I don't think Tom wants me to have sex with strange men," replied Tamara, while realizing that this wasn't entirely true. "It was a good evening, baby." Tamara wondered to herself if Tom would note the difference in her smell and in her disheveledness from the other times she came home after jobs. Placing her feet together, Tamara softly pressed Tom's face with her still-oil covered size nine soles. "I got horny, sweetie." Tamara's left hand tickled Tom more furiously, and her right wondered to the area in between her legs.
I started getting a bit turned on when I noticed that the robot was wearing white nylon gloves that were folded in her lap and disappeared somewhere under the loose sleeves of the dress. What really got me going was when I looked down and saw heels, not just high heels but glossy black leather boots with about stiletto 5" heels that disappeared under the robot's dress. The robot's rubber gloved hands made themselves very busy turning on and adjusting the knobs on an electronic box that looked like an EEG, but it wasn't. Her black rubber gloved hands holding the feathers began their random patterns, but this time on many body parts: the navel, breasts thighs, belly then back to ribs.
She let one little giggle escape & then, he scrabbled & danced his fingers, making her lose control, bucking & laughing. Lightly he returned the feather to tickling her inner thighs, bringing forth more sweet, sexy giggles. Soon, in spite of his tickling fingers all over her feet, she tired & lay limp on the bed, panting & laughing soundlessly. Even though he wasn't trying to tickle her with his tongue, she giggled & moaned, shifting her hips, thrusting them forward in a vain attempt to have more contact with his tongue. Her moans increased a little but soon, the giggles got her again as he abandoned the feather & went to her feet.
"Switch" Matt coolly said and then walked down to her feet and Sam took her place beside her starting to play with Tee's hard and fully erect nipples. Matt stopped tickling her feet and the wand quickly brought Tee to the edge of orgasm. Matt and Sam went back and forth like this edging and tickling her until she had been on the edge of orgasm nine or ten times. Tee was so overloaded with feelings both physical and emotional it was just her bodies reaction, and when Matt stopped tickling for like the tenth time and Tee's body quickly started showing signs of immanent orgasm, the vibrations kept going until a big orgasm ripped out of tee's body.
Diane and I practiced this in college to several boys there," Kim informed Jake and Peter. Jake's cock was rubbing against Diane's yoga pants and Peter's was rubbing against Kim's bare legs. "Kim, your son has an erection!" Diane said, grabbing Jake's cock a waving it in her hand. "Now let's see how you boy's like being tickled," Kim said with an intensity that scared both Peter and Jake. "So you like seeing your mother naked huh," Kim asked, stroking Jake's cock. "One more thing," Kim said, addressing Peter and Jake, "If you boy's can get a job a real job, not a fast food thing or part time hobby, but a real job, we'll let you fuck us in the ass."