Black Widow
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Plumber's Persuasion: Part I
Part II can be found here: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=166093
“Charles, we're running late, dear. That plane isn't going to wait for us.” chimed Gloria. “Oh yes, just finishing up on the instructions for that plumber who's stopping by later today.” responded her husband. “Did you get the tickets?” “Of course, dear, bags are packed and we're ready to go.” replied Gloria. Charles finished writing the letter for Mr. Jenkins and left it right by the door. “I do hope it won't be too much trouble for him. Just a leaky faucet that I'd prefer to not let go for a week, and I'm fairly sure our dainty Andi would have forgotten.” he winked at his wife, who just rolled her eyes. “That girl certainly does have her own agenda.”she joked. “I'm sure she'll be fine. She's 20, and housesitting for us will be a good opportunity for her to take on some responsibility,” Gloria smiled.
Andi insisted on jumping in the shower as her parents were running out the door. “Andi, darling, don't be too long up there!” called Gloria from downstairs. “The plumber is on his way over to fix that leaky faucet in the basement, but we've got to head out now. Just tell him to bill us. See you in a week.” Andi was only half listening to her. “Yeah, okay,” Andi called down. “Bring me something from the Bahamas!”
“That stupid plumber can wait.” scoffed Andi. She just loves her long hot showers, and she's used to doing things HER way. Now she'd get the whole house to herself for an entire week!
Twenty minutes later, Buster Jenkins, the plumber, rode up the long drive way in his beat up old chevy. “Good gracious, I haven't seen another car for the past half hour. I don't even see any other houses around here. Talk about secluded.” He ran the thick fingers from his left hand over his 3 day old salt and pepper beard growth as he finally pulled up to the house.
Andi was still enjoying her long shower, singing to herself while softening the bottoms of her size 6 feet with the pumice stone. She didn't realize her parents left the door unlocked with a note on the front for the plumber to let himself in upon arrival.
Buster grabbed his tools from the bed of the truck and headed up to the front door, and right when he was about to knock, he found a note on the door that said, “Come on in, Mr. Jenkins.” Upon entry, he noticed another note on the table to the right of the front door and picked it up to read, “Sorry we missed you. The Mrs. and I had to run to catch a flight. We'll be gone for a week so you can understand the urgency. The leak is coming from the bathroom faucet in the basement. Our daughter, Andi, will be there to answer any questions you may have. Thanks!” -Charles Weber. Buster set down the letter and looked around the spacious house. “Sure looks nice. Talk about a life of luxury”, he thought admiring the expensive furniture and decorum.
After locating the door to the basement, he started down the stairs. “Hmm,” he thought looking around, “you'd think with as much money as these people have, they'd have a finished basement." He noted the only things occupying the large basement consisted of a laundry room with a few clothes lines strung up and countless partially opened boxes scattered all over. There was also a small bathroom attached to a bedroom furnished only with a 4 post bed and an area rug underneath. “Must have moved in not too long ago.” he decided, and he went to seek out the leaky faucet in the bathroom. Sure enough the water was dripping at a steady rate, and he'd need to shut the water off to work on it. He set his tool bag down in the door entry between the bathroom and bedroom. It was then he noticed the sound of water running, and went back upstairs to search for the source.
“Hello?” he asked on the first floor. No answer. He guessed it must have been coming from upstairs, and sure enough, when he reached the top floor, he heard the sound of a shower running at full blast from the 2nd door on the left, steam pouring out of the cracked open door. He nearly tripped over a purple book bag left carelessly in the middle of the hallway. As he went to hang it up on the door knob behind the bathroom, a hairbrush, tube of lipgloss, and little camera fell out from one of the compartments. He quickly replaced them and walked up to the bathroom door, prepared to knock.
It was that moment when he saw the profile of a nude young lady appearing to be in her early 20s, lathering herself up from behind a clear shower curtain. He stared wide-eyed at her from the crack in the door for what seemed like an eternity as she bent over with her round, tight ass cheeks pressed up against the clear shower curtain, soaping her long shapely legs. Andi lifted her left foot up onto the side of the shower, still bending over at the waist as she carefully glided her pink razor up her legs, paying special attention when she reached her delicate inner thighs. Then she repeated the same action on the other leg; lifting it at hip level. When bending down to start at the ankle, Buster could see a quick peek at her little shaved pussy lips, leaving her widespread ass cheeks open for anyone to see.
He started feeling an exquisite tingling coming from his jeans, and his heart was nearly jumping out from under his flannel shirt. He started sweating as well; a mix of the steam emitting from the hot water blasting at full strength and this intoxicating display of flesh before him. Andi set down her razor and turned to rinse her legs and back, pressing her supple rosy breasts against the transparent curtain. She moaned a little as the water jets massaged her from behind. She arched her back and ran her fingers through her scalp, pushing out her rounded tits and letting the water trickle from her head, down her long chestnut colored hair, and sighed as the stream of water made it's way over every curve of her well toned body down to her french manicured toenails.
Andi ran her fingers over her face, getting the water out of her eyes, and suddenly she let out a small shriek when she opened her blue eyes to see someone ogling at her through the cracked open bathroom door. She immediately shut off the water and tried to cover her jiggling breasts and dripping, naked pussy with her hands, and the sudden realization of a stranger watching her shower made her feel all the more defenseless. “Who the hell are you?! Get out of here, pervert!” she demanded in a shakey voice.
Wide-eyed, the clumsy Buster tried to explain that he was Mr. Jenkins;the plumber that was called to fix the leak, and he had just come upstairs to let her know that he had to shut off the water. With a glare, Andi reached for her towel, not meaning to permit another free glance at her bouncing, glistening breasts, when she realized with horror that she had forgotten to get a new towel from the closet in the hallway.
“I'll make you a deal, you old perv. If you bring me a towel from the closet behind you, I'll THINK about not telling my father about this. He'll sue your ass so fast your stupid blue collar head would spin.” “Well that was rude.” Buster thought to himself. “Obviously a princess complex.” He turned and ventured out into the hallway again, and at last opened the closet door behind him, pulling out a fluffy white towel smelling of lavender. Buster looked over at the back pack and suddenly remembered the camera.
Andi thought to herself, “This might actually be fun after all. This old moron has the nerve to fantasize about someone way out of his league. Ha! I'll play the game. He's probably never even seen a body like mine in the flesh, aside from his abundant porn collection.” she laughed to herself. Buster came into the bathroom where the impatient 20 year old was waiting, still soaking wet, her arms crossed over her barely covered chest. He shielded his eyes as he made his way over to her, and she snatched the towel off of him. “Screw it. You're just a peon in the grand scheme of things, anyway. Once my father hears about this, you'll regret ever being born!” she said sharply.
Buster looked up at her with shocked and pleading eyes, and just when she started making an exaggerated show of slowly drying off her perfect body, she went to take a step with her right foot out of the shower but slipped on the slick marble surface of the floor. In an attempt to keep her balance, she tried to counter step with her left foot which twisted her body around, causing her to fall backwards. Luckily, Buster reacted fast and caught the nude girl from behind; his thick fingered hands grasping at her sides to steady her.
Andi immediately went rigid and started howling, dropping the towel from her trembling hands and jumping up and down as soon as she had her footing. “Aaaah! Let me go you disgusting old dog!” she screamed between bouts of laughter. At first Buster could hardly believe his ears. “What the hell? I just saved her from cracking her skull off the floor. What an unappreciative little... oh.... OH!” he realized, “Good lord, I've struck gold!” He continued wriggling his fingers into her ribs, causing her to buck wildly.
“It would appear to me, young lady, that you need to be taught a lesson in showing respect to your elders. And you're not going to say a word of this to daddy, are you?” he asked the bouncing brunette. “You'll go to jail, you pervert!” Andi shot back as she struggled to escape from his fluttering fingers running up and down her excruciatingly ticklish, naked and slippery ribs and hips. “Ah, but I saw the note from your Daddy saying they were going out of town for a week, so I at least have all night to.... persuade you, to come around and revoke your previous threat of snitching. Besides... you have such an adorable laugh! I may never stop!” Buster added arrogantly.
Andi looked back at him from over her shoulder and gave him a look that clearly meant, “You wouldn't dare!”, and she struggled even harder, begging for mercy in between roaring with laughter and sucking in precious air as he explored her ticklish tummy below her belly button. Unfortunately for Andi, she hated being tickled. It left her feeling vulnerable and above anything else, she hated being out of control. Her fear intensified after remembering there wasn't a neighbor within 10 miles in any direction. Buster noted her attitude change as he continued to scrabble his chubby fingers up underneath her trembling tits, causing her arms to flail and jerk her hips suggestively in any attempt to break his powerful hold on her. She felt something hard rubbing up against her naked ass, and she scoffed in disgust as she realized this freak was getting off on her predicament.
Andi finally had a small window to slip out of the strong grasp of Buster. She fell to her knees and tried to crawl around past him and out the door, but he pounced on her legs, stopping her just short of the hallway. She shook like a crazy woman as she thrashed and swore, trying her best to buck him off of her. He sat on his heels with his knees on either side of the backs of her thighs, which were considerably parted as she kept struggling. In this position, she wasn't going anywhere, though she still tried in vain to claw at the slippery marble floor to get away. He took a moment to drink in the delectable view before him, and it was then that he decided to pull out the camera from his pocket to record what he was about to do next. “A little collateral,” he thought, just in case she can't be convinced physically to keep this little happening quiet.
Andi's wet hair zipped left and right, her breasts and hips bounced up and down on the cold, wet floor, and her soft, smooth legs were trying their best to kick him, but Buster's weight on them prevented them moving back much. With one hand, he leaned back and placed the camera up on the counter, aimed right at them. She wasn't sure why he momentarily stopped tickling her, but she decided to chance reaching her arms out in an attempt to grab onto something to pull her body free from this monster. Buster laughed as he saw her sad attempt to escape, and took full advantage of her terrible decision to stretch her arms over her head to try to reach the door.
From this position, he was able to obtain full, unblocked access to her smooth, sensitive armpits. “Almost....there....” Andi thought. Finally, just as she was barely able to grab ahold of the door frame, 5 fingers danced relentlessly in both silky armpits, which made her instantaneously snap her arms back to her sides, screaming laughter. Buster fell forward with his body weight on top of the naked girl and resumed vigorously wiggling his fingers crazily from her unprotected, wickedly ticklish sides up the outsides of her sensitive titties. No matter what she did, she couldn't block out the awful torturous sensations. He kept slipping his fingers in and out of her ticklish hollows continuously, driving her nearly insane in the process. All she could do was writhe and laugh while her precious energy was being zapped from her as each nightmarish minute passed.
Suddenly Buster thought up a fantastic game to play with her. He momentarily stopped with the tickle onslaught and said, “Okay, you spoiled brat. You seem to like making deals. I've got one for you. If you can reach the door frame and actually pull yourself out from under me, I'll let you go. However, I get to tickle you anywhere I want in order to keep you... shall we say... distracted. Deal?” he said with an evil grin on his pudgy bearded face. Andi panted hard face down, grateful to have a minute to catch her breath.
“Anywhere?” she gulped.
“Anywhere.” he confirmed with an added chuckle.
“And you'll just let me go? You're on, plumber.”
“Very well then, but if I successfully keep you from squirming away from me 3 times, then you'll have to agree to let me tickle you senseless and have my way with you until midnight,” he added.
“Whatever, but you have to let me get a grip first, and you can't tickle my armpits. That's just too easy!”
“Well, I'll compromise. I'll give you a 3 second head start to reach the door. Ready? Good! 1.....”
Andi rushed to try and catch hold of the door frame again. She was an inch away, and just when she was about to touch the door with her fingertips, the bastard reached back and grabbed one of her delicate feet and scribbled his fingernails maniacally from the arch to the heel, causing her to immediately reel her body back into a hopeless pile of giggles, fists pounding on the floor. Buster grabbed her other foot as well and held them both with one big bear arm, while taking turns digging into both of them. “That's attempt number one. Care to try again, or ready to just give in now?” he teased as he licked her toes, jabbing his waggling tongue in between each and every one of them.
“Nooo....NOOO!!” she squealed as she tried her best to kick her feet out from his vice-like grip, laughing her head off. He wouldn't let up for 10 minutes straight, alternating his speed from frenzied scratches to raking his nails in long, slow, torturous strokes. When he started playfully nibbling her feet, she nearly peed herself. He chuckled loudly and gave her a minute to catch her breath.
“I'm.....(huff).... ready,.....(huff)....you jerk,” she hissed.
Buster let her feet go free and began to count to 3 again. Andi was still out of breath from the debilitating foot tickling, and by the time she started sliding her hands uselessly towards the door which felt 90 miles away, Buster hit 3 and his next target was her tender hips. She wailed like a banshee as he reached around and tickled her sides near her lower belly. In response, she involuntarily pushed her ass up and out to try to back away from the attack. To her dismay, it just allowed the devious older man to gain access to more tender flesh to fondle and tickle, eliciting even more of that sweet sounding laughter from the busty brunette's now hoarse voice. She continued to shake her ass near his face, and it only caused him to dig in closer to her groin and inner thighs, making her wiggle nearly every ounce of energy she had in an attempt to get him to stop. Finally she pushed her hips back down only to raise her chest up and off the ground as her screaming laughter continued to echo throughout the room. Buster quickly took full advantage of the now vulnerable nipples shaking left and right as he lightly stroked them repeatedly until she couldn't stand it any longer and collapsed to the ground. Her 2nd attempt at freedom instantly dashed.
This time, Buster felt more confident about winning the bet, and even gave the gasping girl a hard swat on each rosy ass cheek, forcing a cry out of her each time before going back to the long, raspy breathing. “Okay little princess, still think you can escape my ticklish clutches? I've been wanting to do this for a LONG time, and I don't plan on letting you go without a fight,” he cheerfully admitted.
“You..(pant)...son....of...a....” she started, but he cut her off by starting the count again, “1...”
Andi shrieked and in a final, desperate attempt, scrambled to push herself up with both of her hands with all her might to get out from under his weight on top of her, and she opened her legs wide momentarily to push off of her knees, hoping to reach onto the actual door for more grip. Before she could close her legs again, however, he slid his hands underneath her thighs and slid her ass right up in the air, quickly interlocking his forearms around her hips and thighs, and, while spreading her farther apart, bent down his head and Andi's eyes flew open with wild abandon!
She couldn't beLIEVE what she was feeling! He was using his erratically wiggling tongue to tickle her open ass crack and cheeks. This time she fell well short of reaching the door or the frame, and was lost in her own cackling, every attempt to get this lust filled creep to stop tickling her ridiculously ticklish perineum and asshole was in vain as she once again lost all control of the torture her body had to endure. She knew she was finished when she felt a rough hand reach around, exploring her petal like **** lips. She screamed laughter as she felt the spider tickles come down upon her open pussy, and strained with all her might to close her legs. The asshole tickling made her whole body impossible to control, and he kept her spread wide as he feasted on her.
He knew he had her, and so did she. They were her most ticklish areas, and he had full control over them, and he didn't plan on letting up. She was laughing so hard she was crying, and finally admitted defeat. After another 20 minutes of pussy and ass tickling, which felt like an eternity, she was completely drained, and Buster wanted to make sure of that. He knew he needed to make her completely helpless in order for her to keep her end of the deal, and now she was his for the taking. From this position, he could also reach her lower belly and stroke down to her pussy mound with a light feathery touch. Buster would keep changing up the order just to keep her clueless as to what was coming next. He didn't know what was worse for her, lightly tickling her outer labia or the overly sensitive gem hidden inside of them. Either way, he had a blast exploring her. He found that she really hit the roof whenever he'd tickle the area right above her clit, so of course he spent a great deal of time dancing his fingers on and around it while she'd uselessly try to writhe free of his assault. After one final lick up and down her trembling crack and a deliberate tickle on top of her near bursting clitoris, he gently but firmly gave her wet snatch a good smack, making her cry out in pain. “You know what this means, princess,” he boasted. Andi just meekly nodded between deep breaths.
Buster hoisted her naked, gleaming body over his shoulder, demonstrating his irrefutable dominance by keeping her steady by placing his big bear hand deliberately between her legs, spreading her now puffy lips with his fingers. She just made sexy little moans and exhausted cries as she slowly started accepting her fate as he carried her down into the basement. He smiled to himself as he carried his prize over his shoulder. As soon as he'd seen her in the shower, he knew where he wanted to play with her. He reached the small bedroom downstairs with Andi still just hanging on his shoulder like a rag doll. She looked up briefly and realized suddenly with a renewed sense of terror that he'd be tying her to the 4 post bed. As if he read her mind, he said, “That's right, princess... and we've got an entire week to REALLY get to know each other.”
“What!! You said it would just be until midnight!” she cried, this time she was the one pleading with her eyes.
“But I never said which midnight. “Now then,” he said as he slid her off his shoulder, still holding her in his arms, and Andi grimaced as he kissed her delicious mouth before tossing her onto the bed. Just to keep you honest, and willing, I just wanted to make you aware of the insurance I have to make sure this fun filled evening stays exclusively between us. Also, I look forward to repeating it... a lot, from now on.”
“You've already gotten what you want. How do you EVER expect to believe I'd agree to this torture again?”
He was hoping she'd ask that. “I recorded the whole event on camera, from the time you so coldly ordered me to bring you a towel.” He pulled the little Canon from his pocket. “Now who's the peon? He grinned a big toothy grin. “Now then, lie on your back, princess. Time to see how flexible you are.”
She sobbed and did as she was told, and after closing the door behind him and locking it, he eyed her like a lion sizing up a gazelle. He dug around in his tool bag temporarily, and finally picked out a few rubber straps from his wrenches. Then he turned and slowly walked over to his new tickle toy, allowing the titillating feeling of anticipation drive her berserk. “Okay! Let's get those legs raised over your head.” he ordered delightfully. Andi groaned and closed her eyes, knowing everything was about to get much, much worse.
~BW~
Part II can be found here: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=166093
“Charles, we're running late, dear. That plane isn't going to wait for us.” chimed Gloria. “Oh yes, just finishing up on the instructions for that plumber who's stopping by later today.” responded her husband. “Did you get the tickets?” “Of course, dear, bags are packed and we're ready to go.” replied Gloria. Charles finished writing the letter for Mr. Jenkins and left it right by the door. “I do hope it won't be too much trouble for him. Just a leaky faucet that I'd prefer to not let go for a week, and I'm fairly sure our dainty Andi would have forgotten.” he winked at his wife, who just rolled her eyes. “That girl certainly does have her own agenda.”she joked. “I'm sure she'll be fine. She's 20, and housesitting for us will be a good opportunity for her to take on some responsibility,” Gloria smiled.
Andi insisted on jumping in the shower as her parents were running out the door. “Andi, darling, don't be too long up there!” called Gloria from downstairs. “The plumber is on his way over to fix that leaky faucet in the basement, but we've got to head out now. Just tell him to bill us. See you in a week.” Andi was only half listening to her. “Yeah, okay,” Andi called down. “Bring me something from the Bahamas!”
“That stupid plumber can wait.” scoffed Andi. She just loves her long hot showers, and she's used to doing things HER way. Now she'd get the whole house to herself for an entire week!
Twenty minutes later, Buster Jenkins, the plumber, rode up the long drive way in his beat up old chevy. “Good gracious, I haven't seen another car for the past half hour. I don't even see any other houses around here. Talk about secluded.” He ran the thick fingers from his left hand over his 3 day old salt and pepper beard growth as he finally pulled up to the house.
Andi was still enjoying her long shower, singing to herself while softening the bottoms of her size 6 feet with the pumice stone. She didn't realize her parents left the door unlocked with a note on the front for the plumber to let himself in upon arrival.
Buster grabbed his tools from the bed of the truck and headed up to the front door, and right when he was about to knock, he found a note on the door that said, “Come on in, Mr. Jenkins.” Upon entry, he noticed another note on the table to the right of the front door and picked it up to read, “Sorry we missed you. The Mrs. and I had to run to catch a flight. We'll be gone for a week so you can understand the urgency. The leak is coming from the bathroom faucet in the basement. Our daughter, Andi, will be there to answer any questions you may have. Thanks!” -Charles Weber. Buster set down the letter and looked around the spacious house. “Sure looks nice. Talk about a life of luxury”, he thought admiring the expensive furniture and decorum.
After locating the door to the basement, he started down the stairs. “Hmm,” he thought looking around, “you'd think with as much money as these people have, they'd have a finished basement." He noted the only things occupying the large basement consisted of a laundry room with a few clothes lines strung up and countless partially opened boxes scattered all over. There was also a small bathroom attached to a bedroom furnished only with a 4 post bed and an area rug underneath. “Must have moved in not too long ago.” he decided, and he went to seek out the leaky faucet in the bathroom. Sure enough the water was dripping at a steady rate, and he'd need to shut the water off to work on it. He set his tool bag down in the door entry between the bathroom and bedroom. It was then he noticed the sound of water running, and went back upstairs to search for the source.
“Hello?” he asked on the first floor. No answer. He guessed it must have been coming from upstairs, and sure enough, when he reached the top floor, he heard the sound of a shower running at full blast from the 2nd door on the left, steam pouring out of the cracked open door. He nearly tripped over a purple book bag left carelessly in the middle of the hallway. As he went to hang it up on the door knob behind the bathroom, a hairbrush, tube of lipgloss, and little camera fell out from one of the compartments. He quickly replaced them and walked up to the bathroom door, prepared to knock.
It was that moment when he saw the profile of a nude young lady appearing to be in her early 20s, lathering herself up from behind a clear shower curtain. He stared wide-eyed at her from the crack in the door for what seemed like an eternity as she bent over with her round, tight ass cheeks pressed up against the clear shower curtain, soaping her long shapely legs. Andi lifted her left foot up onto the side of the shower, still bending over at the waist as she carefully glided her pink razor up her legs, paying special attention when she reached her delicate inner thighs. Then she repeated the same action on the other leg; lifting it at hip level. When bending down to start at the ankle, Buster could see a quick peek at her little shaved pussy lips, leaving her widespread ass cheeks open for anyone to see.
He started feeling an exquisite tingling coming from his jeans, and his heart was nearly jumping out from under his flannel shirt. He started sweating as well; a mix of the steam emitting from the hot water blasting at full strength and this intoxicating display of flesh before him. Andi set down her razor and turned to rinse her legs and back, pressing her supple rosy breasts against the transparent curtain. She moaned a little as the water jets massaged her from behind. She arched her back and ran her fingers through her scalp, pushing out her rounded tits and letting the water trickle from her head, down her long chestnut colored hair, and sighed as the stream of water made it's way over every curve of her well toned body down to her french manicured toenails.
Andi ran her fingers over her face, getting the water out of her eyes, and suddenly she let out a small shriek when she opened her blue eyes to see someone ogling at her through the cracked open bathroom door. She immediately shut off the water and tried to cover her jiggling breasts and dripping, naked pussy with her hands, and the sudden realization of a stranger watching her shower made her feel all the more defenseless. “Who the hell are you?! Get out of here, pervert!” she demanded in a shakey voice.
Wide-eyed, the clumsy Buster tried to explain that he was Mr. Jenkins;the plumber that was called to fix the leak, and he had just come upstairs to let her know that he had to shut off the water. With a glare, Andi reached for her towel, not meaning to permit another free glance at her bouncing, glistening breasts, when she realized with horror that she had forgotten to get a new towel from the closet in the hallway.
“I'll make you a deal, you old perv. If you bring me a towel from the closet behind you, I'll THINK about not telling my father about this. He'll sue your ass so fast your stupid blue collar head would spin.” “Well that was rude.” Buster thought to himself. “Obviously a princess complex.” He turned and ventured out into the hallway again, and at last opened the closet door behind him, pulling out a fluffy white towel smelling of lavender. Buster looked over at the back pack and suddenly remembered the camera.
Andi thought to herself, “This might actually be fun after all. This old moron has the nerve to fantasize about someone way out of his league. Ha! I'll play the game. He's probably never even seen a body like mine in the flesh, aside from his abundant porn collection.” she laughed to herself. Buster came into the bathroom where the impatient 20 year old was waiting, still soaking wet, her arms crossed over her barely covered chest. He shielded his eyes as he made his way over to her, and she snatched the towel off of him. “Screw it. You're just a peon in the grand scheme of things, anyway. Once my father hears about this, you'll regret ever being born!” she said sharply.
Buster looked up at her with shocked and pleading eyes, and just when she started making an exaggerated show of slowly drying off her perfect body, she went to take a step with her right foot out of the shower but slipped on the slick marble surface of the floor. In an attempt to keep her balance, she tried to counter step with her left foot which twisted her body around, causing her to fall backwards. Luckily, Buster reacted fast and caught the nude girl from behind; his thick fingered hands grasping at her sides to steady her.
Andi immediately went rigid and started howling, dropping the towel from her trembling hands and jumping up and down as soon as she had her footing. “Aaaah! Let me go you disgusting old dog!” she screamed between bouts of laughter. At first Buster could hardly believe his ears. “What the hell? I just saved her from cracking her skull off the floor. What an unappreciative little... oh.... OH!” he realized, “Good lord, I've struck gold!” He continued wriggling his fingers into her ribs, causing her to buck wildly.
“It would appear to me, young lady, that you need to be taught a lesson in showing respect to your elders. And you're not going to say a word of this to daddy, are you?” he asked the bouncing brunette. “You'll go to jail, you pervert!” Andi shot back as she struggled to escape from his fluttering fingers running up and down her excruciatingly ticklish, naked and slippery ribs and hips. “Ah, but I saw the note from your Daddy saying they were going out of town for a week, so I at least have all night to.... persuade you, to come around and revoke your previous threat of snitching. Besides... you have such an adorable laugh! I may never stop!” Buster added arrogantly.
Andi looked back at him from over her shoulder and gave him a look that clearly meant, “You wouldn't dare!”, and she struggled even harder, begging for mercy in between roaring with laughter and sucking in precious air as he explored her ticklish tummy below her belly button. Unfortunately for Andi, she hated being tickled. It left her feeling vulnerable and above anything else, she hated being out of control. Her fear intensified after remembering there wasn't a neighbor within 10 miles in any direction. Buster noted her attitude change as he continued to scrabble his chubby fingers up underneath her trembling tits, causing her arms to flail and jerk her hips suggestively in any attempt to break his powerful hold on her. She felt something hard rubbing up against her naked ass, and she scoffed in disgust as she realized this freak was getting off on her predicament.
Andi finally had a small window to slip out of the strong grasp of Buster. She fell to her knees and tried to crawl around past him and out the door, but he pounced on her legs, stopping her just short of the hallway. She shook like a crazy woman as she thrashed and swore, trying her best to buck him off of her. He sat on his heels with his knees on either side of the backs of her thighs, which were considerably parted as she kept struggling. In this position, she wasn't going anywhere, though she still tried in vain to claw at the slippery marble floor to get away. He took a moment to drink in the delectable view before him, and it was then that he decided to pull out the camera from his pocket to record what he was about to do next. “A little collateral,” he thought, just in case she can't be convinced physically to keep this little happening quiet.
Andi's wet hair zipped left and right, her breasts and hips bounced up and down on the cold, wet floor, and her soft, smooth legs were trying their best to kick him, but Buster's weight on them prevented them moving back much. With one hand, he leaned back and placed the camera up on the counter, aimed right at them. She wasn't sure why he momentarily stopped tickling her, but she decided to chance reaching her arms out in an attempt to grab onto something to pull her body free from this monster. Buster laughed as he saw her sad attempt to escape, and took full advantage of her terrible decision to stretch her arms over her head to try to reach the door.
From this position, he was able to obtain full, unblocked access to her smooth, sensitive armpits. “Almost....there....” Andi thought. Finally, just as she was barely able to grab ahold of the door frame, 5 fingers danced relentlessly in both silky armpits, which made her instantaneously snap her arms back to her sides, screaming laughter. Buster fell forward with his body weight on top of the naked girl and resumed vigorously wiggling his fingers crazily from her unprotected, wickedly ticklish sides up the outsides of her sensitive titties. No matter what she did, she couldn't block out the awful torturous sensations. He kept slipping his fingers in and out of her ticklish hollows continuously, driving her nearly insane in the process. All she could do was writhe and laugh while her precious energy was being zapped from her as each nightmarish minute passed.
Suddenly Buster thought up a fantastic game to play with her. He momentarily stopped with the tickle onslaught and said, “Okay, you spoiled brat. You seem to like making deals. I've got one for you. If you can reach the door frame and actually pull yourself out from under me, I'll let you go. However, I get to tickle you anywhere I want in order to keep you... shall we say... distracted. Deal?” he said with an evil grin on his pudgy bearded face. Andi panted hard face down, grateful to have a minute to catch her breath.
“Anywhere?” she gulped.
“Anywhere.” he confirmed with an added chuckle.
“And you'll just let me go? You're on, plumber.”
“Very well then, but if I successfully keep you from squirming away from me 3 times, then you'll have to agree to let me tickle you senseless and have my way with you until midnight,” he added.
“Whatever, but you have to let me get a grip first, and you can't tickle my armpits. That's just too easy!”
“Well, I'll compromise. I'll give you a 3 second head start to reach the door. Ready? Good! 1.....”
Andi rushed to try and catch hold of the door frame again. She was an inch away, and just when she was about to touch the door with her fingertips, the bastard reached back and grabbed one of her delicate feet and scribbled his fingernails maniacally from the arch to the heel, causing her to immediately reel her body back into a hopeless pile of giggles, fists pounding on the floor. Buster grabbed her other foot as well and held them both with one big bear arm, while taking turns digging into both of them. “That's attempt number one. Care to try again, or ready to just give in now?” he teased as he licked her toes, jabbing his waggling tongue in between each and every one of them.
“Nooo....NOOO!!” she squealed as she tried her best to kick her feet out from his vice-like grip, laughing her head off. He wouldn't let up for 10 minutes straight, alternating his speed from frenzied scratches to raking his nails in long, slow, torturous strokes. When he started playfully nibbling her feet, she nearly peed herself. He chuckled loudly and gave her a minute to catch her breath.
“I'm.....(huff).... ready,.....(huff)....you jerk,” she hissed.
Buster let her feet go free and began to count to 3 again. Andi was still out of breath from the debilitating foot tickling, and by the time she started sliding her hands uselessly towards the door which felt 90 miles away, Buster hit 3 and his next target was her tender hips. She wailed like a banshee as he reached around and tickled her sides near her lower belly. In response, she involuntarily pushed her ass up and out to try to back away from the attack. To her dismay, it just allowed the devious older man to gain access to more tender flesh to fondle and tickle, eliciting even more of that sweet sounding laughter from the busty brunette's now hoarse voice. She continued to shake her ass near his face, and it only caused him to dig in closer to her groin and inner thighs, making her wiggle nearly every ounce of energy she had in an attempt to get him to stop. Finally she pushed her hips back down only to raise her chest up and off the ground as her screaming laughter continued to echo throughout the room. Buster quickly took full advantage of the now vulnerable nipples shaking left and right as he lightly stroked them repeatedly until she couldn't stand it any longer and collapsed to the ground. Her 2nd attempt at freedom instantly dashed.
This time, Buster felt more confident about winning the bet, and even gave the gasping girl a hard swat on each rosy ass cheek, forcing a cry out of her each time before going back to the long, raspy breathing. “Okay little princess, still think you can escape my ticklish clutches? I've been wanting to do this for a LONG time, and I don't plan on letting you go without a fight,” he cheerfully admitted.
“You..(pant)...son....of...a....” she started, but he cut her off by starting the count again, “1...”
Andi shrieked and in a final, desperate attempt, scrambled to push herself up with both of her hands with all her might to get out from under his weight on top of her, and she opened her legs wide momentarily to push off of her knees, hoping to reach onto the actual door for more grip. Before she could close her legs again, however, he slid his hands underneath her thighs and slid her ass right up in the air, quickly interlocking his forearms around her hips and thighs, and, while spreading her farther apart, bent down his head and Andi's eyes flew open with wild abandon!
She couldn't beLIEVE what she was feeling! He was using his erratically wiggling tongue to tickle her open ass crack and cheeks. This time she fell well short of reaching the door or the frame, and was lost in her own cackling, every attempt to get this lust filled creep to stop tickling her ridiculously ticklish perineum and asshole was in vain as she once again lost all control of the torture her body had to endure. She knew she was finished when she felt a rough hand reach around, exploring her petal like **** lips. She screamed laughter as she felt the spider tickles come down upon her open pussy, and strained with all her might to close her legs. The asshole tickling made her whole body impossible to control, and he kept her spread wide as he feasted on her.
He knew he had her, and so did she. They were her most ticklish areas, and he had full control over them, and he didn't plan on letting up. She was laughing so hard she was crying, and finally admitted defeat. After another 20 minutes of pussy and ass tickling, which felt like an eternity, she was completely drained, and Buster wanted to make sure of that. He knew he needed to make her completely helpless in order for her to keep her end of the deal, and now she was his for the taking. From this position, he could also reach her lower belly and stroke down to her pussy mound with a light feathery touch. Buster would keep changing up the order just to keep her clueless as to what was coming next. He didn't know what was worse for her, lightly tickling her outer labia or the overly sensitive gem hidden inside of them. Either way, he had a blast exploring her. He found that she really hit the roof whenever he'd tickle the area right above her clit, so of course he spent a great deal of time dancing his fingers on and around it while she'd uselessly try to writhe free of his assault. After one final lick up and down her trembling crack and a deliberate tickle on top of her near bursting clitoris, he gently but firmly gave her wet snatch a good smack, making her cry out in pain. “You know what this means, princess,” he boasted. Andi just meekly nodded between deep breaths.
Buster hoisted her naked, gleaming body over his shoulder, demonstrating his irrefutable dominance by keeping her steady by placing his big bear hand deliberately between her legs, spreading her now puffy lips with his fingers. She just made sexy little moans and exhausted cries as she slowly started accepting her fate as he carried her down into the basement. He smiled to himself as he carried his prize over his shoulder. As soon as he'd seen her in the shower, he knew where he wanted to play with her. He reached the small bedroom downstairs with Andi still just hanging on his shoulder like a rag doll. She looked up briefly and realized suddenly with a renewed sense of terror that he'd be tying her to the 4 post bed. As if he read her mind, he said, “That's right, princess... and we've got an entire week to REALLY get to know each other.”
“What!! You said it would just be until midnight!” she cried, this time she was the one pleading with her eyes.
“But I never said which midnight. “Now then,” he said as he slid her off his shoulder, still holding her in his arms, and Andi grimaced as he kissed her delicious mouth before tossing her onto the bed. Just to keep you honest, and willing, I just wanted to make you aware of the insurance I have to make sure this fun filled evening stays exclusively between us. Also, I look forward to repeating it... a lot, from now on.”
“You've already gotten what you want. How do you EVER expect to believe I'd agree to this torture again?”
He was hoping she'd ask that. “I recorded the whole event on camera, from the time you so coldly ordered me to bring you a towel.” He pulled the little Canon from his pocket. “Now who's the peon? He grinned a big toothy grin. “Now then, lie on your back, princess. Time to see how flexible you are.”
She sobbed and did as she was told, and after closing the door behind him and locking it, he eyed her like a lion sizing up a gazelle. He dug around in his tool bag temporarily, and finally picked out a few rubber straps from his wrenches. Then he turned and slowly walked over to his new tickle toy, allowing the titillating feeling of anticipation drive her berserk. “Okay! Let's get those legs raised over your head.” he ordered delightfully. Andi groaned and closed her eyes, knowing everything was about to get much, much worse.
~BW~
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