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Serial Tickle Monster (M/f)

stockytickler

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Detailed entry for submission in the Erotic Movie thread -- realized no one was actually going to win $1m, so I took the more in-depth scenario here (where it probably more properly belongs). Enjoy!

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Susan is alone in her apartment, listening to a local news report. "News reports detail the crime spree of Dom Perignon, home invader and serial tickler. Young, single college girls, particularly natural redheads, are advised to be on the lookout for a hulking, muscular brute in a dark gray trenchcoat lurking in the shadows. Eyewitnesses describe Dom as 6'3", 300 pounds of solid muscle with hands the size of dinner plates and trained in the tickling arts under Pai Mei. Don't be at home alone!"

Susan turns off her television. She's 22, 5'5", 120 pounds and a natural redhead, attending a small arts academy. She slowly unzips her slim, knee-high black leather boots and removes them to reveal bright red sheer stockings. She lies on her back for a moment, wiggling and flexing her toes, and then curls up in her big papasan recliner with a book of erotica. After a few moments of soft pleasured moaning, touching her breasts and pinching her nipples through her tight cashmere sweater (bare midriff exposes her tiny innie) she pops the fastener on her tight jeans and begins touching herself.

Suddenly after a few moments lost in the pleasure of her womanhood, she hears a noise. She looks up but doesn't see anything. She hears the echo of the newscast in her head, and she bites her trembling lip with trepidation but looking around the room she can't see anything. She slips her sweater off, revealing a bright red bra, and returns to her novel, opening her jeans enough now to reveal a pair of red panties.

As she begins to moan and thrust against her hand with renewed purpose, the camera pans out to reveal Dom lying underneath the papa san, a black silk mask covering the top half of his face -- the bottom half is scruffy and square-jawed. He's opened his trench coat to reveal his naked upper body and tight leather pants, which barely contain his visible bulge, which he's rubbing along with the rest of himself with fingerless leather gloves in anticipation of what is about to happen.

Above him, we can see Susan similarly flung back against her recliner, similarly engaged and as the camera tracks to a jib shot she has slipped her jeans to about midthigh. She disengages enough to remove her bra and lies back down, letting her hands touch all over her body.

The shot returns to a side view. Her eyes are squeezed shut in a libidinous frenzy. She's fully aroused, one hand playing with rose-colored erect nipples and the other circling toward the kill when we see first Dom's right hand, then his left, grip the papa san just above her midsection. He pulls himself up and we witness him towering over her taut, beautiful, half naked body. She hasn't seen him yet but she hears him when he emits a long, low chuckle.

She gasps, but before she can move he grips one hand over her mouth while the other tickles her midsection. He's got a wicked smile because he knows what's coming next. He's been ignoring her flailing hands for the moment but he grips them in one giant paw and clamps them above her head. This has freed her mouth and she attempts to scream, but it comes out as a helpless giggle when he leaps to straddle her tiny body and runs one teasing finger up and down the camera side of her ribcage.

Yes. Susan is impossibly ticklish.

He continues this wriggling torment for a few moments and she can't make any sound but helpless, bubbly giggles, which cause him to growl and chuckle in response. But he wants to get both hands involved, so he jumps off the recliner, moves above her head and pins both her arms between his leather-clad legs. All the while she's regained the ability to communicate in words and she manages "Help! Stop! Why are you doing this?" until he slips out of his trenchcoat and drops those meathooks into her delicate armpits, scritching oh so gently up and down, up and down, his giant fingers wiggling in her sensitive pits eliciting a glorious stream of silvery giggles from Susan. You can see the intensity of his gaze as he's enjoying the squirming of her arms and her entire body, and those sheer stockings on her beautiful feet. Her gorgeous breasts are jiggling helplessly and he occasionally brushes her nipples with his thumbs, surprising a wonderfully sexual moan from her amidst the helpless laughter.

Suddenly, he leaps to the other end of the recliner and grips both ankles in one big paw. He tickles her soles with quick, scritchy movements and you can see how excited he is to be doing this. Oh GOD, Susan screams, her feet are so ticklish, she struggles mightily but there's no escaping the wicked ministrations of Dom Perignon. He teases her right under her toes and runs a ticklish finger up and down the centers of her feet, and then indulges in tiny, scritchy movements along the sides of her feet.

He lifts a finger to his lips and places his free hand in the middle of her belly. He can almost cover her entire belly with one hand and he gives her a little belly tickle while he's there. Gripping the cuffs of her jeans he removes one leg, then the other. Then he lovingly takes one stockinged foot in his hand and tickles the living daylights out of it. Susan is gasping in helpless laughter, and she's trying to kick his backside with her free foot. The tickle monster looks down and grins at it, then back at Susan. He drops the foot he's holding and picks up the other and applies the same treatment. She's going insane, especially when he grabs the other foot, wedges it between his legs and now he can reach back and forth tickling both helplessly ticklish feet.

Susan is going completely apeshit by now and he feels the evening is coming to its next level. He stops scrubbing away at her feet, and slowly peels the stockings from them. He then faces her, drops a knee on the recliner and wedges one ankle into the crook of his knee where he can reach back and tickle the foot occasionally.

He takes the other foot in both hands and brings it to his mouth and now he begins sucking on her toes, individually, then all at once, occasionally brushing the ball of her foot with his agonizingly bristly beard and mustache. He puts her whole foot in his mouth and tickles her behind her knee. The other foot gets similar treatment and the sounds coming out of Susan are half hysterical laughter as he nibbles on her feet and half moans of erotic pleasure from the shrimping. And he finishes off by sitting on her thighs, bending down and nibbling away at both feet at once while holding them together and tickling up and down her screamingly sensitive soles.

He sits up, twists his body to shoot an amused glance up at her and he reaches behind him to tickle her belly. She gasps as his giant hand traces some apparently hilarious patterns around her belly button. He turns and straddles her thighs, tickling away at her upper body, her flailing attempts to defend herself completely in vain. He tickles with both hands down to the top of her panties, and shoots a quizzical look at her, strumming a wicked holding pattern above her warm wet cootchie and he's growling a low, sexy chuckle.

She opens her eyes really wide, realizing what he's asking, and after her ordeal, the erotic fantasies she had before he arrived, her body's betrayal of her, she gasps "Yes! Yes! Now! I need you now! I need to feel you deep inside of me!"

Dom unzips his fly and out flops this majestic erection. He rips her panties aside and thrusts deep inside her, pulling her body to his and holding her in a needful, muscular embrace. She's thrusting against him and before either of them are completely ready they're shuddering together in mutual satisfaction.

They fall together on the recliner, Brad spooning his fiancee. He removes his mask and kisses her neck. "Best role playing fantasy ever, baby."

"Mmm ... don't talk yet, sweetie," she said. "Growl for me again."

Brad gives her a low, rumbling growl and lets the fingers of his right hand strum against her sex. "Mmm ..." she breathes. "Serial tickle monster at large." She moans softly and turns back to catch his eye. They laugh. They kiss. She rolls over to face him as the scene fades to black.

And ... scene. ;)
 
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