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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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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."
Steve stretched my right arm right above my head, anchoring it with his strong left hand, and started to lightly pinch my right waist with his fingers as he whispered to my ear: Beware of the spider dear, he is crawling all over your bare skin..., Well, darl, are we ticklish today? But Steve was already carried away, I felt his heavy breathing, he pulled a blanket over us, and moved his hand in small circular motion, barely touching my right armpit. Steve continued the chin massage over my ribs, and started groping my soft full tit under the blanket, pinching my sensitive nipple as I scream at him: Ohhh, you beast, stop thaaaat!!
You've always had a strong fantasy of kidnapping some unsuspecting young girl so you could tickle and rape her poor feet. It makes my feet feel better to slide each one out, bend my knee slightly backwards just outside of my shoe and point my toes. We pull our cars off the road and into the parking lot of this abandoned old country store to await the "tow truck" that is never going to come. I guess I could test your reflexes by taking your heels off and tickling the soles of your pretty little feet." That's a stupid...thing to say...who goes around...wanting..asking to...tickle a stranger's feet? I am tied tightly and trying to pull my hands and feet free.
She sat down on the edge of the bed and looked me over slowly, I could see and almost feel her gaze taking in the situation and my body, my cock was still rock hard and she looked at it and said "I see someone shaves his balls, or does Angie do that for you?" She leaned forward and got just a quarter of an inch away from my twitching shaft and puckered her lips and blew softly on the head of my cock as I pulled at my bonds, trying to cover my exposed "man parts" as Angie liked to call them.
Especially clumsy people, who randomly stop jogging when they're in front of someone, and then yell at them for no reason," He gave me a slightly annoyed look, "and you may call me Matt, not jerk face." Matt walked up to me and looked right and close into my eyes, I could feel his breath hot on my face, I could smell the oh-so-heated scent of his aftershave. "Now Summer," Matt began to talk, rubbing my clit with his finger and the outside of my opening with another, "the rules have a changed a bit now, you see, you've been so stubborn." I was tiring and I couldn't fight back.
She slipped on the brief, crotchless panties that framed her neatly trimmed blond bush and gave his strong, warm hands easy access to her pussy at any time, the thigh high black hose that accentuated the toned shapeliness of her legs and thighs, and the shelf bra that presented her beautiful breasts and nipples as an inviting delicacy. Mark felt the tightness in his cock that comes only when Cindy has his motor racing, and he got off the bed and held her close while they kissed as only familiar, passionate lovers can. He kissed Cindy and said "Now, my sweet, I shall pleasure you." He pulled a set of restraints from the "fun kit" he brought, and her eyes lit-up as brightly as the Christmas bulbs outside their room.
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.
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.
"You're such a naughty girl that I think you need a lesson." Bad, Bad, Bad, my repetitive thought progression; it's not easy without the power, like I'm just one of his possessions. "You're a very naughty girl," his hand ran up my thigh; however this time you might note, it went up really high. His lips to my ears he whispered so sweat, "My dear little child, hand me your feet." My pussy felt wet and nerves broke my will, I'd not do this willingly but with his words I will. I should have known your pleasure of punishment and sin." He laughed at my trembles and giggled at my moans, his hands rushed back down to my toes- oh god- "don't touch those!"
One evening while sitting in your house watching TV after work, you look down and notice that it's time to replace your carpet. You also notice that I have big, strong hands and you start to imagine how good a nice foot rub would feet. If the opportunity presents itself, I can set up the mirror so you can watch every little thing that I have planned to do with your feet take place! "God, you have sexy feet, Natalie!!!!!" You can tell by the look on my face and the sound in my voice that I'm becoming more and more aroused by the sight, feel and smell of your cute little size 7 1/2's.
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.