Pete the Griphead
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For those of you that have not yet read them, and should you desire to do so, here are links to the first two installments of this ticklish tale:
Part One - http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...-in-(Ticklish)-Distress!-FF-MF&highlight=code
Part Two - http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...Distress-Installment-2-(FF-MF)&highlight=code
And now, for the folks who've implored that this tale be brought to an erotic and sexually charged close, here's hoping that this final chapter doesn't disappoint. Happy reading, and enjoy... -Pete
Taking a barefoot shuffle back a step or two, Heather and Addie couldn’t help but admire their handiwork. Sitting nearly half naked in front of them, and bound no more than a foot from each other on their very own folding chairs, the once authoritative team of law enforcers sat waiting in trepidation for whatever sadistic plans were to befall them next. Pete, his forehead slick with sweat, in just his cotton knit boxers with his engorged cock nearly popping out, and his tussled and sweat stained police-issued polo shirt, sat staring back into the bleary-eyed face of his newly assigned partner. And Morgan, in her equally moist and clinging polo, and ever-so-revealing pink thong, stared right back through smears of mascara and loose strands of sopping blond hair at her superior officer. Both tried to hide the fear in their eyes, as well as the growing sensations of sexual frustration that had began to slowly overtake each of them, as they sat in pensive anticipation…
Pete contemplated as he stared back at his half naked, humiliated, and abused female partner, trying to guess what Heather and Addie might have in store for them next. He did his best to stare Morgan in the eyes, or at least keep his glares focused above her neck out of respect, but found himself stealing almost subconscious glances down at her big bare feet and pink thong panty clad legs. The way their captors had pulled each of her wrist bound arms tight behind her back, where they were fastened to the bottom rung of her metal folding chair, had caused her police-issued blue polo shirt to ride up slightly. As a result some of her bare belly skin, and her cute little innie belly button, were now visibly on display. He realized that his own stomach was slightly on display as well, but felt at least somewhat fortunate knowing that his still semi-erect member was safely stowed out of sight in his boxers.
“Addie, how’s about we trade,” suggested Heather, as she eyed Pete’s bare hairy legs and lotioned feet, “and you have some fun with Morgan for a while! Deal?”
“Sure thing Heath” consented Addie, “that sounds perfect. I’ve got a little treat in store for officer Morgan anyway!”
Morgan cringed slightly upon hearing Addie’s taunts, and her mind sped in every direction as she nervously considered what sort of ‘treat’ Addie had in mind. She didn’t have to suffer the pains of mystery for long though, as she watched Addie walk over to her own purse and pull out two small bottles of nail polish, in equally obnoxious shades; one hot pink, and the other a gaudy and almost fluorescent purple hue.
“I think that we should take the attention to your feet a step further Morgan, and give those bare piggies of yours a nice treatment. I’ve had this old polish kicking around in my purse for ages now, and well, to be honest, it’s really just not my color.” She said this while starting to curl and wiggle her own black polished toes, flaunting them in Morgan’s direction. “I’m more of a gothy kinda gal, and have always been fond of darker colors for my toes. I’m just too fair skinned, so the darker colors suit my pasty white tootsies much better. But, these would look GREAT on your toes, and would even help to bring out the pink in your g-string…and your cheeks!”
Addie laughed, while sliding Morgan’s chair a foot or so towards her and away from Pete’s, and angling it so that their bare feet were facing each other. Taking a seat on the floor in front of Morgan’s feet, Addie began applying a fresh coat of pink polish to the bound officer’s long, sexy toes, while skipping every other toe. Years of painting her own toes offered Addie an edge, and she worked through the toes of Morgan’s right foot without spilling a drop of paint on the floor or her captives bare skin.
“There we go” Addie remarked, as she held Morgan’s foot in her hand and blew lightly across the still tacky toes of the officer’s bare foot. “I think this is is just what those gangly long toes of yours needed. A good ol’ fashioned buffing!”
Grabbing Morgan’s left foot, she quickly finished with the pink polish, before trading for the purple and finishing off both sets of toes. She loved the way the alternating and garish color scheme accentuated the long toes and big feet of the already embarrassed officer. She was willing to be that Morgan hardly ever thought to whip out a bottle of polish and paint her toes. And even if she did, she’d certainly NEVER offer her feet such an obnoxious pedicure as the one that now adorned her size 10 boats.
“Well now, don’t those long sexy toes of yours just look DARLING” taunted Addie before continuing to blow lightly across Morgan’s feet to help dry the slightly sticky polish. “Heath, whaddya think”?
“Very nice Officer Albright” replied Heather, as she readied for an assault upon Pete’s peds. “You should paint your toes more often Morgan”.
Heather, unable to refrain any longer, grabbed a firm hold of Pete’s left foot and began licking the sole, from heel to toes. She started sucking on Pete’s now hairless toes, working her way from his little pinky toe, across to his big toe. Taking her time, she let her moist tongue work its way in between his toes as she dragged it across his foot. When she did get to his big toe, she began shrimping it, working her lips over the toenail and taking his entire big toe into her mouth. The sensation had a stirring effect on the humiliated officer, as he guffawed with utterly gut-wrenching bouts of hysterics that caused him to rock violently in his chair.
“OHHHH, mfffff, haaaaaaa!! Heather, please leave my feet alone” Pete pleaded, “you’ve humiliated us enough. You win”!
“Oh, we’re gonna ‘win’ alright” admitted Heather, popping his big toe out her mouth just long enough to offer a teasing rebuttal, “but trust me when I tell you Petey feety that you haven’t seen ANYTHING yet”!
Licking her lips, she continued her tongue lashing of Pete’s feet, while also starting to rake her long nails down his wrinkled soles. Wanting to spread the love, though, she began paying some attention to his calfs, the folds behind his knees, and then slowly working her raking nails up to the insides of his thighs. Scraping her nails all along the length of his legs, Heather used almost scientific precision to gauge the exact level of ticklishness for every square inch of his flailing legs. She loved the way that despite the rest of his legs being somewhat hairy, Pete sported absolutely no hair whatsoever on the insides of either of his upper thighs. Finding this area to be particularly susceptible to her attacks, she pushed the fabric of his wrinkled boxers even further up his legs to allow her complete access to this section of his sensitive legs. She began kneading the soft skin between his upper thighs and his groin between her thumbs and forefingers, casing an almost spastic response in her captive.
“Boy, this guys getting dangerous with these flailing legs of his, Add’s” warned Heather, “I think we should play it safe and bind his ankles to his chair. Do we have any more rope”?
“Nope, we used all of it to bind their arms” said Addie, already working up a solution in her head to their apparent lack of adequate bindings, “but you could always take his shirt off and tear it into threads. That should do the trick nicely.”
“Why Addie, you vicious little minx you. What a fantastic idea.”
Excited by the notion of stripping her victim even further, and thus increasing his level of discomfort and humility, Heather quickly unbuttoned the remaining fastens of Pete’s polo, before taking the slacked fabric firmly in her hands and tearing downwards. His shirt began to rip under her applied pressure, revealing a sweat soaked white cotton wife beater tank top beneath. With nimble fingers, and more than a little elbow grease, Heather kept tugging and tearing until Pete’s uniform polo had been reduced to a tattered collection of rags. Making resourceful use of the makeshift bindings, Heather used shreds from Pete’s own uniform shirt to tie off his legs at the ankles, securing them each to the outside of the metal chair. His newly increased bondage position forced his legs open wider, not only leaving his naked upper thighs vulnerable to her attack, but also allowing her a much clearer view up his boxer legs and to his hairy testies and increasingly erect cock.
“My oh my Petey” Heather commented, with more than a slight tone of ridicule, “looks like your legs aren’t the only things that are hairy. Don’t you ever groom those balls of yours!”
Reaching her fingers up his boxer leg, she began to slightly pinch his groin and testicle area, moving his almost fully erect cock out of her way and off to one side as she did so. She then began to spider tickle the area of his groin, just below his balls, snaking her nails across his taint as she reached under his ass cheeks.
Pete could do little more than twitch uncontrollably, as he sweated even more into his already sopping wet tank top. The sensation caused by Heather’s nails, as they glided across his balls and underneath his ass cheeks, made his already hard cock begin to throb with an almost painful need for release. Sensing his discomfort, Heather was sure to brush up against his erect penis with her fingers, as she teased his nether regions with her prodding and groping hands.
“Hey Add’s, even his ass is ticklish” quipped Heather as she continued to use her hands to accost her captive’s ticklishly receptive groin. “In fact, I have yet to find a spot on this boys body that isn’t ticklish. I wonder what areas above his waste are most vulnerable.”
Intent on finding out, Heather rocked back into a half seated position, balancing crouched-like on her scrunched toes. Reaching her agony inducing fingers towards Pete’s upper body, she first began exploring every inch of his arms as she worked her nails up his wrists, over the sweaty inner folds of his elbows, and across his well-defined biceps. Sliding her nails along his sweaty upper arms, she stopped for a bit to give his hairy underarms some attention. Flexing her fingers into Pete’s underarms caused the bound officer even more torment and discomfort, much to Heather’s amusement.
“Coochie, coochie, coo Petey” quipped Heather, as her fingers continued to reduce the bound cop to mere jelly in her hands.
Heather’s continued attacks had in fact reduced Pete to putty, and his formerly uptight demeanor and manners prone toward inhibition now fell completely by the wayside. He let out torrential bouts of laughter that were mixed with grunts, snorts, and drool as he suffered at the delicate hands of his torturer. Shivers ran up his spine as he felt Heather’s long fingers and persecuting nails dance circles through his underarm hair, pinching from time to time in the process. In keeping with her ADD approach to tickling, Heather quickly grew bored of her sedentary focus and decided to keep her fingers moving in exploration. He tensed as he felt her nimble digits begin to glide under the shoulder straps of his soaking wet tank top, and move across his chest towards his hardened nipples. His tension increased, as he was all to well aware of the agonizingly erotic effect that having his nipples touched brought out in him. He didn’t have to agonize in anticipation long, as Heather’s floating fingers soon found the bulls eye targets that were Pete’s nipples.
She could tell the minute her fingers found their way under his shirt that he was apprehensive about her playing around under there. She was willing to bet that it was because like his throbbing cock, his nipples were likely a jackpot of erogenous stimulation for Pete as well. Zeroing in, she began first by teasing and circling her thumb and forefingers around each of his areolas, before closing in on his erect nipples by squeezing and pulling on them in alternating bouts of stimulation. She also made a point to pull on the hairs that sprouted out around each of his nipples, tugging on them just lightly enough to feel Pete’s body tense even further with each yank.
She was absolutely loving this, and was getting more than a little worked up herself. In her excitement, she grabbed the loose fabric of his tank top and began pulling at it with all of her might, tearing it straight up the front. Yanking the tattered garment, she pulled each side of the torn top back over his sweaty shoulders and pushed the shirt down his arms and out of her way. Reaching down, she also grabbed a hold of the open fly seam on the front of his boxers, and tore that open further allowing Pete’s rock hard cock some much needed breathing room. She admired the once authoritative officer now, in his current predicament, with his torso moist and glistening with sweat, and his cock and balls now fully on display as they bound freely from his torn underwear.
“There we go Pete, isn’t that just so much better dear” Heather offered, as she took a moment to whisk off her own t-shirt as well.
Pete watched as Heather’s pink bra came into view, and was offered a momentary view as one of her large titties popped free from the undergarment while she squirmed free from her t-shirt, leaving her own large erect nipple peaking over the bra cup and in plain sight . Once over her head, she shucked the shirt completely free of her arms, tossed it to the side, and adjusted herself by tucking her peaking nipple back into the bra.
“Did you have a nice show Officer Avarese” Heather remarked, “and more importantly did you like what you saw?” With that question hanging in the air, and finding herself more than a little caught up in the excitement and stimulation of the moment, Heather decided ‘ahh, fuck it’ and reached around to unclasp her bra before removing it altogether and tossing it aside with the rest of the growing collection of discarded clothing.
Her bare breasts now spilled free, and Pete couldn’t help but notice that he wasn’t the only one whose nipples had become erect with arousal. Though in Heather’s case, it wasn’t even by touch but merely by her own excitement at having Pete’s body all to herself to play with. He wasn’t sure how exactly this made him feel, and was becoming more than a tad confused at the current state of his own arousal. He felt embarrassed and uncomfortable at his current predicament, but couldn’t deny that he was becoming sexually stimulated by Heather’s abuse. And judging by her rock hard nipples, Heather was becoming equally aroused by being abusive. This was easily the most confusing day of his life, and he had no idea where things were going to go from here.
Meanwhile, Addie was just gearing up to have some more fun with Morgan, content finally that the fresh coat of polish on the bound officer’s toes was dry enough to continue with the assault. Leaning over towards her bag, she reached in and pulled out her phone. Pointing it in the direction of Morgan’s long, rainbow toes, she framed up for a shot.
“Now wiggle those big ol’ toes of yours for me, Morgan” Addie requested, as she used her camera phone to begin snapping some close-ups of Officer Albright’s colorful pedicure. “They just look too cute! And don’t worry, I’ll do you a favor and email these to you for posterity.”
Winking in Morgan’s direction while she offered the comment, Addie decided that it was likely best to further secure the bound officer’s legs before continuing. Tossing her camera phone back in to her bag, Addie resolved to follow in Heather’s footsteps and take her own shared advice. Approaching Morgan, Addie grabbed on to the cop’s collared shirt and tugged firmly downward. The uniformed attire tore easily, and revealed Morgan to be wearing a skintight white sports bra under her polo. Given that she’d perspired quite heavily over the last half hour or so, Morgan’s sports bra was completely soaked through with her own sweat, and as a result the garment had been reduced to a nearly transparent state. The outline of both of Morgan’s perky breasts were now fully visible, and on open display. Her dark areolas, about the size of silver dollars, were clearly visible beneath the now see-through fabric, and her firmly swollen nipples threatened to poke straight through the sporty attire altogether. Addie shredded the bound female officer’s shirt, in an effort to produce a collection of makeshift bindings. Using two of them to secure Morgan’s ankles to the sides of the metal chairs legs, Addie had left the mortified cop in as equally revealing a pose as her male counterpart. Her long, fit legs were forced wide, leaving exposing gaps in each side of her already revealing panties. As a result, Addie (and everyone else in the room, if they were looking) could see straight up to Morgan’s womanhood, were a few golden curls of pubic hair were peaking their way out of the crotch of her sexy pink panties.
“Huh, looky looky here Heath” gestured Addie, intent on bringing attention to the most recent stage of Morgan’s humiliating experience. “It looks like officer Petey over there isn’t the only one that neglects his nether-regions! Morgan’s womanhood is in as dire a need of a proper grooming as her partner’s manhood is. Don’t they just make a pair!”
Morgan flinched at her captor’s purposely harsh and hurtful comments. After all, it’s not like she went around sporting an afro-bush for crying out loud. She just wasn’t one who went in for all of that waxing, grooming, and senseless spa treatments. Her pubic hair was fair, and she was lucky enough to never really have to go out of her way to stay bikini fresh. Even in the sweltering summer months, when it mattered. That said, it wasn’t everyday that she had her bare thighs spread shoulder-length wide, and bound in such revealing fashion to metal chair legs. This current position of hers was leaving far more on display than she’d ever be comfortable with if it were up to her. Unfortunately, nothing involving her and Pete’s ordeal that evening had yet to be anything even remotely resembling comfortable for either of them.
Addie, now fully content that Morgan was secure enough for her to proceed safely, got back to business testing the ticklishness of her detainee’s legs; from the inside of her far upper thighs and all the way down to the very tips of Morgan’s freshly polished toes. Dragging her nails along the surface of of the roped officer’s goose-pimpled, sweaty skin, Addie worked over the her long lean legs with deft precision. Squeezing her calfs, slapping the insides of her moist thighs, and drumming along the tops of both of Morgan’s sweaty bare feet, Addie grew intent on bringing her captive to the next level of heightened stimulation. After all, Heather had Pete just about ready to cum all over himself, so the least she could do was get Morgan a bit worked up as well. With that motive in mind, an idea suddenly struck Addie, sparking excitement. Grabbing her bag, she walked around to the back of Morgan’s chair and dropped it on the floor behind her. Then, taking hold of Morgan’s clammy bare shoulders, she leaned the bound officer’s chair back onto the floor, bringing the back of Morgan’s head firmly to rest on the softness of her messenger bag. After all, she couldn’t have her captive giving herself a concussion now could she! With this posture exploited, Addie had the prime real estate of Morgan’s gigantic bare soles fully in her reach. Taking advantage, she began first by raking her nails along Morgan’s wrinkled and flexing foot bottoms, making certain to let her fingers dip in between the deep folds of the bound naked officer’s creased skin. Snatching up one of the remaining tatters of Morgan’s discarded uniform shirt, Addie began wiping each of her prisoner’s slightly dusty soles with intentionally labored effort. Once content that Morgan’s soles were clean and dirt free, Addie decided to up the ante by working her scratchy tongue across the bottoms of Morgan’s bare foot bottoms, and in between each and every one of Morgan’s long toes. Purposely dragging her heavily salivating tongue in and out of the damp webbing between the officer’s long digits, Addie worked over Morgan’s toes with vicious fervor. She continued this maltreatment of the poor girl’s peds for several painstaking minutes, before deciding on yet another approach altogether. Grabbing the bottle of foot cream, Addie began lathering up her own bare feet before wielding them as weapons by rubbing them across the soles of Morgan’s. This impromptu and one-sided game of footsie had an even greater debilitating effect on Morgan, causing the trussed copper to convolute and twitch with nearly seizure-like reactions. As she glided her slimy bare feet over Morgan’s now equally slippery soles, Addie began to scrunch her own toes in pinchy fashion, pulling at the wrinkles and folds along the curved soles of Albright’s shivering tootsies.
“Cool, way to improvise Add’s” complimented Heather, admiring her partner’s innovation. “You go girl. Tickle her big ol’ bare boats! Especially since I think she’s really starting to enjoy it now.”
That remark hung in the air for moment, before drawing everyone’s attention to the crotch of Morgan’s skimpy panties. A small patch of wetness had now began to spread, offering proof as to the current level of the female officer’s likely unwanted level of sexual stimulation. And to make matters worse, as if it were even possible, Morgan’s nipples had actually continued to swell to an even greater measure of expansion, and looked as though they throbbed with an almost aching need for attention. Never one to disappoint, Addie took great pleasure in crawling around to her captive’s torso before pulling Morgan’s sports bra up and over the young ladies firm breasts. This move left Morgan’s bulging nipples bare and defenseless to Addie’s own touch. Making a show of it, Addie began licking her own thumbs and index fingers before using the slobber infused digits to play with Morgan’s now bared titties. Slowly circling the plump areolas first, Addie began to swirl her torturing touch in reverse centripetal motion before coming to full assault on Morgan’s engorged nipples. The manipulation left the sexy officer undulating back and forth with resented enjoyment, as she was brought to a heightened state of arousal. Feeling like having a bit more fun, and intent on making this process as humbling as possible for the once demure and ladylike Morgan, Addie flipped around on to her butt before using her still heavily lotion lathered toes to pinch and prod at her tickle toy’s naked tits.
With Morgan taking things to the next level, Heather decided to keep pace and bent down to bring her wet lips and tongue in contact with Pete’s chest. With her forced proximity to Pete as her excuse, Heather made sure to allow her free-swinging bare boobs to glide across the top of her male prisoner’s abdomen. The bare skin to bare skin contact caused Pete’s already swollen member to sway with renewed stimulation, and Heather took in the beautiful sight of the sticky track of pre-cum that had begun to leak from the tip of his throbbing penis. The contact also caused an escalation in her own arousal, and it was more for this reason than any other that she decided it was time for her and Addie to transition into the final stage of their dastardly plan. If they didn’t quit now, she might be forced to strip off her jeans and panties, and mount Pete’s cock herself. And despite the difficulty of halting cold turkey, and the level of enjoyment she was witnessing just from her own bare titties gliding along Pete’s sweaty stomach, taking things any further themselves would unfortunately run contrary to the desired forced fate that Addie and Heather had in store for their suffering captives. Pulling her lips away, but not before allowing one final swirl of her tongue around each of Pete’s nipples, Heather turned to give Addie the unspoken signal with her eyes that it was time to commence the final act of their torturous fiasco.
With a knowing glance back, Addie pulled her bare lotioned toes away from Morgan’s flapping titties, and slowly raked them up her neckline and across the officer’s protesting lips just for added effect and humiliation. Standing up, she walked around behind Morgan’s chair, with her still slimy and moist bare feet slapping loudly on the hard wood floor below. Reaching down, Addie grabbed the back of the chair and raised Morgan back into an upright position, bringing all four of the metal chairs rubber feet firmly to rest back on the floor. She then walked around and bent down in front of Morgan’s rainbow toes, before reaching down and untying both of the police officer’s bound ankles. Then, in a final show of debasement, Addie reached up towards Morgan’s soaking wet midsection and grabbed the skimpy elastic waistband of her captive’s panties. Pulling them down her legs and out from under her still moist and lathered bare feet, Addie left Morgan sitting bare assed in the metal chair. And while Heather untied Pete’s ankles in matched fashion, Addie drew Morgan’s metal chair back to its original position facing Pete’s own. Pushing the bound duo’s chairs so close together that the front legs of each were less than a foot apart, the naked officer’s were left to face each other with utter mortification as each of their own sweaty bare toes came to rest up against the others.
Content that the erotically charged condition of the bound officers would likely be enough to carry things to the close they each desired, Addie and Heather both began to gather the discarded clothes that had been randomly strewn about on the surrounding floor. Showing no proprietary motivation, the pair of female tormenters made little effort to separate the discarded clothing and footwear, and instead ensured only that each and every article had been accounted for and retrieved…regardless of the items proper owner. With that motivation, Addie and Heather soon each had their arms full of random boots, socks, shirts, bras, and shorts. Padding away to the conjoined echoes of their own bare feet slapping against the floorboards, the depraved pair stopped for a quick moment to offer a parting sentiment to their sexually frustrated captives.
“OK you two” started Addie, “we’re gonna head out now.”
“Yeah, we’ve got places to be, people to see” completed Heather, with a frivolity that seemed almost too casual, and more than a little defiant.
“Be good you two, and enjoy each other’s company” Addie offered in addition.
“And don’t worry, your friends back at base know where to find you” closed Heather, “and I’m sure once you’ve both been out of contact for a bit longer, they’ll be sure to send some folks along to retrieve you!”
With that final quip thrown back at them, the stunned police officers could do little more than watch as their former tickle tormentors padded away topless and barefoot, with all of their clothes. Pete, left sitting there naked, with his bare chest jutting out and his still fully erect cock sprouting from his torn and tattered boxers, looked over at his female partner. And Morgan, who’s panties had been absconded with altogether along with the rest of their clothes, and her with her tight sports bra pulled up nearly to her neck and her bare sweaty tits hanging freely, looked back. As the two officers were now, finally, offered this chance to lock eyes uninterrupted with the other, they each recognized the longing and desire that they saw in the eyes that stared back. And whether a result of years of mutually pent up sexual longing for each other, a dry spell sexually for each of them in general, or just the state of their mutually heightened arousal, Pete and Morgan exchanged a knowing glance and an almost imperceptible nod of recognition. In doing so, and as if in subconscious fashion, the duo began a stimulating game of footsie, gliding their bare sweaty feet back and forth across each other. Pete began grabbing at Morgan’s long bare toes with his own scrunching and curling toes, and Morgan returned the gesture with matched zeal. Then slowly, and as if under the influence of trance, she began to slowly claw her toes up his hairy calfs, over his bent sweaty knees, and up his glistening thighs before using her almost finger-length rainbow polished toes to push aside the tattered remains of his knit cotton boxers. Pete, with a show of welcoming acquiescence, brought his feet up off of the floor, and laid them each to rest with his bare heels pressed up against the outside of Morgan’s sweaty thighs. In doing so, he offered a posture that allowed Morgan to easily begin wrapping her long lotioned feet and moist sweaty toes around his painfully swollen member. With the aid of foot sweat, lotion, and pre-cum, Morgan’s feet began to glide effortlessly over his throbbing cock, and within little more than a moment’s time, her glistening and inherently talented feet and toes brought Pete to an explosive orgasm.
Content that her partner had been fully serviced and satisfied, Morgan dropped her now cum-laden bare feet to the floor with a smack, before casting a longing glance in Pete’s direction and opening her legs in a welcoming and inviting gesture. Pete, eager to return the favor, brought his own bare feet up to rest on Morgan’s lap. Snaking his left foot down her inner right thigh, he used his own sweaty big toe to slowly and delicately manipulate the outer folds of Morgan’s sexually charged pussy. Doing his best to fold his remaining toes under, he worked at making his big toe as capable a sexual stimulator for Morgan as possible, and exerted with increased but careful fervor as he rubbed it over her clitoral hood. With a show of sexual hunger, Morgan’s vagina exhibited an almost instinctive response as it swallowed Pete’s twitchingly talented big toe whole. Grinding her hips, and thrusting her soaked pussy in a way as to cause Pete’s toe to audibly pop in and out of her vagina, Morgan manipulated his naked toe as if it were her own custom-built sex toy. And while Pete’s remaining four toes occupied themselves by flicking into Morgan’s sopping anus and gliding back and forth across her moist taint, Morgan came with volatile force as she orgasmed herself into an utterly exhausted state.
Pulling his sex-soaked toes away, he dropped his bare feet to the floor where they came to rest atop those of Morgan’s own sticky size 10’s. The equally spent, but erotically fulfilled duo slouched forward, as their naked knees came to rest almost touching as well. They each took labored breath after labored breath, as they struggled to restore their over-stimulated libidos to a manageable state. And as they each stared at one another through sweat stained eyes, they were each suddenly overtaken with a feeling of embarrassment and disgust at their blatantly carnal actions.
While the tag team of sweaty, naked officers began to succumb to their own matched mortification over what they’d just done to one another, Addie and Heather stood not more than twenty feet away in a conveniently hidden alcove, staring into a small but crystal clear HD video monitor. The 8” color screen, which was connected via the length of banded BNC cable that ran out of the still recording video camera in the other room, showed just how detailed what the small electronic device had just captured actually was. Now only one question remained; just what were they to do with such potentially damaging footage…
Part One - http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...-in-(Ticklish)-Distress!-FF-MF&highlight=code
Part Two - http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...Distress-Installment-2-(FF-MF)&highlight=code
And now, for the folks who've implored that this tale be brought to an erotic and sexually charged close, here's hoping that this final chapter doesn't disappoint. Happy reading, and enjoy... -Pete
Taking a barefoot shuffle back a step or two, Heather and Addie couldn’t help but admire their handiwork. Sitting nearly half naked in front of them, and bound no more than a foot from each other on their very own folding chairs, the once authoritative team of law enforcers sat waiting in trepidation for whatever sadistic plans were to befall them next. Pete, his forehead slick with sweat, in just his cotton knit boxers with his engorged cock nearly popping out, and his tussled and sweat stained police-issued polo shirt, sat staring back into the bleary-eyed face of his newly assigned partner. And Morgan, in her equally moist and clinging polo, and ever-so-revealing pink thong, stared right back through smears of mascara and loose strands of sopping blond hair at her superior officer. Both tried to hide the fear in their eyes, as well as the growing sensations of sexual frustration that had began to slowly overtake each of them, as they sat in pensive anticipation…
Pete contemplated as he stared back at his half naked, humiliated, and abused female partner, trying to guess what Heather and Addie might have in store for them next. He did his best to stare Morgan in the eyes, or at least keep his glares focused above her neck out of respect, but found himself stealing almost subconscious glances down at her big bare feet and pink thong panty clad legs. The way their captors had pulled each of her wrist bound arms tight behind her back, where they were fastened to the bottom rung of her metal folding chair, had caused her police-issued blue polo shirt to ride up slightly. As a result some of her bare belly skin, and her cute little innie belly button, were now visibly on display. He realized that his own stomach was slightly on display as well, but felt at least somewhat fortunate knowing that his still semi-erect member was safely stowed out of sight in his boxers.
“Addie, how’s about we trade,” suggested Heather, as she eyed Pete’s bare hairy legs and lotioned feet, “and you have some fun with Morgan for a while! Deal?”
“Sure thing Heath” consented Addie, “that sounds perfect. I’ve got a little treat in store for officer Morgan anyway!”
Morgan cringed slightly upon hearing Addie’s taunts, and her mind sped in every direction as she nervously considered what sort of ‘treat’ Addie had in mind. She didn’t have to suffer the pains of mystery for long though, as she watched Addie walk over to her own purse and pull out two small bottles of nail polish, in equally obnoxious shades; one hot pink, and the other a gaudy and almost fluorescent purple hue.
“I think that we should take the attention to your feet a step further Morgan, and give those bare piggies of yours a nice treatment. I’ve had this old polish kicking around in my purse for ages now, and well, to be honest, it’s really just not my color.” She said this while starting to curl and wiggle her own black polished toes, flaunting them in Morgan’s direction. “I’m more of a gothy kinda gal, and have always been fond of darker colors for my toes. I’m just too fair skinned, so the darker colors suit my pasty white tootsies much better. But, these would look GREAT on your toes, and would even help to bring out the pink in your g-string…and your cheeks!”
Addie laughed, while sliding Morgan’s chair a foot or so towards her and away from Pete’s, and angling it so that their bare feet were facing each other. Taking a seat on the floor in front of Morgan’s feet, Addie began applying a fresh coat of pink polish to the bound officer’s long, sexy toes, while skipping every other toe. Years of painting her own toes offered Addie an edge, and she worked through the toes of Morgan’s right foot without spilling a drop of paint on the floor or her captives bare skin.
“There we go” Addie remarked, as she held Morgan’s foot in her hand and blew lightly across the still tacky toes of the officer’s bare foot. “I think this is is just what those gangly long toes of yours needed. A good ol’ fashioned buffing!”
Grabbing Morgan’s left foot, she quickly finished with the pink polish, before trading for the purple and finishing off both sets of toes. She loved the way the alternating and garish color scheme accentuated the long toes and big feet of the already embarrassed officer. She was willing to be that Morgan hardly ever thought to whip out a bottle of polish and paint her toes. And even if she did, she’d certainly NEVER offer her feet such an obnoxious pedicure as the one that now adorned her size 10 boats.
“Well now, don’t those long sexy toes of yours just look DARLING” taunted Addie before continuing to blow lightly across Morgan’s feet to help dry the slightly sticky polish. “Heath, whaddya think”?
“Very nice Officer Albright” replied Heather, as she readied for an assault upon Pete’s peds. “You should paint your toes more often Morgan”.
Heather, unable to refrain any longer, grabbed a firm hold of Pete’s left foot and began licking the sole, from heel to toes. She started sucking on Pete’s now hairless toes, working her way from his little pinky toe, across to his big toe. Taking her time, she let her moist tongue work its way in between his toes as she dragged it across his foot. When she did get to his big toe, she began shrimping it, working her lips over the toenail and taking his entire big toe into her mouth. The sensation had a stirring effect on the humiliated officer, as he guffawed with utterly gut-wrenching bouts of hysterics that caused him to rock violently in his chair.
“OHHHH, mfffff, haaaaaaa!! Heather, please leave my feet alone” Pete pleaded, “you’ve humiliated us enough. You win”!
“Oh, we’re gonna ‘win’ alright” admitted Heather, popping his big toe out her mouth just long enough to offer a teasing rebuttal, “but trust me when I tell you Petey feety that you haven’t seen ANYTHING yet”!
Licking her lips, she continued her tongue lashing of Pete’s feet, while also starting to rake her long nails down his wrinkled soles. Wanting to spread the love, though, she began paying some attention to his calfs, the folds behind his knees, and then slowly working her raking nails up to the insides of his thighs. Scraping her nails all along the length of his legs, Heather used almost scientific precision to gauge the exact level of ticklishness for every square inch of his flailing legs. She loved the way that despite the rest of his legs being somewhat hairy, Pete sported absolutely no hair whatsoever on the insides of either of his upper thighs. Finding this area to be particularly susceptible to her attacks, she pushed the fabric of his wrinkled boxers even further up his legs to allow her complete access to this section of his sensitive legs. She began kneading the soft skin between his upper thighs and his groin between her thumbs and forefingers, casing an almost spastic response in her captive.
“Boy, this guys getting dangerous with these flailing legs of his, Add’s” warned Heather, “I think we should play it safe and bind his ankles to his chair. Do we have any more rope”?
“Nope, we used all of it to bind their arms” said Addie, already working up a solution in her head to their apparent lack of adequate bindings, “but you could always take his shirt off and tear it into threads. That should do the trick nicely.”
“Why Addie, you vicious little minx you. What a fantastic idea.”
Excited by the notion of stripping her victim even further, and thus increasing his level of discomfort and humility, Heather quickly unbuttoned the remaining fastens of Pete’s polo, before taking the slacked fabric firmly in her hands and tearing downwards. His shirt began to rip under her applied pressure, revealing a sweat soaked white cotton wife beater tank top beneath. With nimble fingers, and more than a little elbow grease, Heather kept tugging and tearing until Pete’s uniform polo had been reduced to a tattered collection of rags. Making resourceful use of the makeshift bindings, Heather used shreds from Pete’s own uniform shirt to tie off his legs at the ankles, securing them each to the outside of the metal chair. His newly increased bondage position forced his legs open wider, not only leaving his naked upper thighs vulnerable to her attack, but also allowing her a much clearer view up his boxer legs and to his hairy testies and increasingly erect cock.
“My oh my Petey” Heather commented, with more than a slight tone of ridicule, “looks like your legs aren’t the only things that are hairy. Don’t you ever groom those balls of yours!”
Reaching her fingers up his boxer leg, she began to slightly pinch his groin and testicle area, moving his almost fully erect cock out of her way and off to one side as she did so. She then began to spider tickle the area of his groin, just below his balls, snaking her nails across his taint as she reached under his ass cheeks.
Pete could do little more than twitch uncontrollably, as he sweated even more into his already sopping wet tank top. The sensation caused by Heather’s nails, as they glided across his balls and underneath his ass cheeks, made his already hard cock begin to throb with an almost painful need for release. Sensing his discomfort, Heather was sure to brush up against his erect penis with her fingers, as she teased his nether regions with her prodding and groping hands.
“Hey Add’s, even his ass is ticklish” quipped Heather as she continued to use her hands to accost her captive’s ticklishly receptive groin. “In fact, I have yet to find a spot on this boys body that isn’t ticklish. I wonder what areas above his waste are most vulnerable.”
Intent on finding out, Heather rocked back into a half seated position, balancing crouched-like on her scrunched toes. Reaching her agony inducing fingers towards Pete’s upper body, she first began exploring every inch of his arms as she worked her nails up his wrists, over the sweaty inner folds of his elbows, and across his well-defined biceps. Sliding her nails along his sweaty upper arms, she stopped for a bit to give his hairy underarms some attention. Flexing her fingers into Pete’s underarms caused the bound officer even more torment and discomfort, much to Heather’s amusement.
“Coochie, coochie, coo Petey” quipped Heather, as her fingers continued to reduce the bound cop to mere jelly in her hands.
Heather’s continued attacks had in fact reduced Pete to putty, and his formerly uptight demeanor and manners prone toward inhibition now fell completely by the wayside. He let out torrential bouts of laughter that were mixed with grunts, snorts, and drool as he suffered at the delicate hands of his torturer. Shivers ran up his spine as he felt Heather’s long fingers and persecuting nails dance circles through his underarm hair, pinching from time to time in the process. In keeping with her ADD approach to tickling, Heather quickly grew bored of her sedentary focus and decided to keep her fingers moving in exploration. He tensed as he felt her nimble digits begin to glide under the shoulder straps of his soaking wet tank top, and move across his chest towards his hardened nipples. His tension increased, as he was all to well aware of the agonizingly erotic effect that having his nipples touched brought out in him. He didn’t have to agonize in anticipation long, as Heather’s floating fingers soon found the bulls eye targets that were Pete’s nipples.
She could tell the minute her fingers found their way under his shirt that he was apprehensive about her playing around under there. She was willing to bet that it was because like his throbbing cock, his nipples were likely a jackpot of erogenous stimulation for Pete as well. Zeroing in, she began first by teasing and circling her thumb and forefingers around each of his areolas, before closing in on his erect nipples by squeezing and pulling on them in alternating bouts of stimulation. She also made a point to pull on the hairs that sprouted out around each of his nipples, tugging on them just lightly enough to feel Pete’s body tense even further with each yank.
She was absolutely loving this, and was getting more than a little worked up herself. In her excitement, she grabbed the loose fabric of his tank top and began pulling at it with all of her might, tearing it straight up the front. Yanking the tattered garment, she pulled each side of the torn top back over his sweaty shoulders and pushed the shirt down his arms and out of her way. Reaching down, she also grabbed a hold of the open fly seam on the front of his boxers, and tore that open further allowing Pete’s rock hard cock some much needed breathing room. She admired the once authoritative officer now, in his current predicament, with his torso moist and glistening with sweat, and his cock and balls now fully on display as they bound freely from his torn underwear.
“There we go Pete, isn’t that just so much better dear” Heather offered, as she took a moment to whisk off her own t-shirt as well.
Pete watched as Heather’s pink bra came into view, and was offered a momentary view as one of her large titties popped free from the undergarment while she squirmed free from her t-shirt, leaving her own large erect nipple peaking over the bra cup and in plain sight . Once over her head, she shucked the shirt completely free of her arms, tossed it to the side, and adjusted herself by tucking her peaking nipple back into the bra.
“Did you have a nice show Officer Avarese” Heather remarked, “and more importantly did you like what you saw?” With that question hanging in the air, and finding herself more than a little caught up in the excitement and stimulation of the moment, Heather decided ‘ahh, fuck it’ and reached around to unclasp her bra before removing it altogether and tossing it aside with the rest of the growing collection of discarded clothing.
Her bare breasts now spilled free, and Pete couldn’t help but notice that he wasn’t the only one whose nipples had become erect with arousal. Though in Heather’s case, it wasn’t even by touch but merely by her own excitement at having Pete’s body all to herself to play with. He wasn’t sure how exactly this made him feel, and was becoming more than a tad confused at the current state of his own arousal. He felt embarrassed and uncomfortable at his current predicament, but couldn’t deny that he was becoming sexually stimulated by Heather’s abuse. And judging by her rock hard nipples, Heather was becoming equally aroused by being abusive. This was easily the most confusing day of his life, and he had no idea where things were going to go from here.
Meanwhile, Addie was just gearing up to have some more fun with Morgan, content finally that the fresh coat of polish on the bound officer’s toes was dry enough to continue with the assault. Leaning over towards her bag, she reached in and pulled out her phone. Pointing it in the direction of Morgan’s long, rainbow toes, she framed up for a shot.
“Now wiggle those big ol’ toes of yours for me, Morgan” Addie requested, as she used her camera phone to begin snapping some close-ups of Officer Albright’s colorful pedicure. “They just look too cute! And don’t worry, I’ll do you a favor and email these to you for posterity.”
Winking in Morgan’s direction while she offered the comment, Addie decided that it was likely best to further secure the bound officer’s legs before continuing. Tossing her camera phone back in to her bag, Addie resolved to follow in Heather’s footsteps and take her own shared advice. Approaching Morgan, Addie grabbed on to the cop’s collared shirt and tugged firmly downward. The uniformed attire tore easily, and revealed Morgan to be wearing a skintight white sports bra under her polo. Given that she’d perspired quite heavily over the last half hour or so, Morgan’s sports bra was completely soaked through with her own sweat, and as a result the garment had been reduced to a nearly transparent state. The outline of both of Morgan’s perky breasts were now fully visible, and on open display. Her dark areolas, about the size of silver dollars, were clearly visible beneath the now see-through fabric, and her firmly swollen nipples threatened to poke straight through the sporty attire altogether. Addie shredded the bound female officer’s shirt, in an effort to produce a collection of makeshift bindings. Using two of them to secure Morgan’s ankles to the sides of the metal chairs legs, Addie had left the mortified cop in as equally revealing a pose as her male counterpart. Her long, fit legs were forced wide, leaving exposing gaps in each side of her already revealing panties. As a result, Addie (and everyone else in the room, if they were looking) could see straight up to Morgan’s womanhood, were a few golden curls of pubic hair were peaking their way out of the crotch of her sexy pink panties.
“Huh, looky looky here Heath” gestured Addie, intent on bringing attention to the most recent stage of Morgan’s humiliating experience. “It looks like officer Petey over there isn’t the only one that neglects his nether-regions! Morgan’s womanhood is in as dire a need of a proper grooming as her partner’s manhood is. Don’t they just make a pair!”
Morgan flinched at her captor’s purposely harsh and hurtful comments. After all, it’s not like she went around sporting an afro-bush for crying out loud. She just wasn’t one who went in for all of that waxing, grooming, and senseless spa treatments. Her pubic hair was fair, and she was lucky enough to never really have to go out of her way to stay bikini fresh. Even in the sweltering summer months, when it mattered. That said, it wasn’t everyday that she had her bare thighs spread shoulder-length wide, and bound in such revealing fashion to metal chair legs. This current position of hers was leaving far more on display than she’d ever be comfortable with if it were up to her. Unfortunately, nothing involving her and Pete’s ordeal that evening had yet to be anything even remotely resembling comfortable for either of them.
Addie, now fully content that Morgan was secure enough for her to proceed safely, got back to business testing the ticklishness of her detainee’s legs; from the inside of her far upper thighs and all the way down to the very tips of Morgan’s freshly polished toes. Dragging her nails along the surface of of the roped officer’s goose-pimpled, sweaty skin, Addie worked over the her long lean legs with deft precision. Squeezing her calfs, slapping the insides of her moist thighs, and drumming along the tops of both of Morgan’s sweaty bare feet, Addie grew intent on bringing her captive to the next level of heightened stimulation. After all, Heather had Pete just about ready to cum all over himself, so the least she could do was get Morgan a bit worked up as well. With that motive in mind, an idea suddenly struck Addie, sparking excitement. Grabbing her bag, she walked around to the back of Morgan’s chair and dropped it on the floor behind her. Then, taking hold of Morgan’s clammy bare shoulders, she leaned the bound officer’s chair back onto the floor, bringing the back of Morgan’s head firmly to rest on the softness of her messenger bag. After all, she couldn’t have her captive giving herself a concussion now could she! With this posture exploited, Addie had the prime real estate of Morgan’s gigantic bare soles fully in her reach. Taking advantage, she began first by raking her nails along Morgan’s wrinkled and flexing foot bottoms, making certain to let her fingers dip in between the deep folds of the bound naked officer’s creased skin. Snatching up one of the remaining tatters of Morgan’s discarded uniform shirt, Addie began wiping each of her prisoner’s slightly dusty soles with intentionally labored effort. Once content that Morgan’s soles were clean and dirt free, Addie decided to up the ante by working her scratchy tongue across the bottoms of Morgan’s bare foot bottoms, and in between each and every one of Morgan’s long toes. Purposely dragging her heavily salivating tongue in and out of the damp webbing between the officer’s long digits, Addie worked over Morgan’s toes with vicious fervor. She continued this maltreatment of the poor girl’s peds for several painstaking minutes, before deciding on yet another approach altogether. Grabbing the bottle of foot cream, Addie began lathering up her own bare feet before wielding them as weapons by rubbing them across the soles of Morgan’s. This impromptu and one-sided game of footsie had an even greater debilitating effect on Morgan, causing the trussed copper to convolute and twitch with nearly seizure-like reactions. As she glided her slimy bare feet over Morgan’s now equally slippery soles, Addie began to scrunch her own toes in pinchy fashion, pulling at the wrinkles and folds along the curved soles of Albright’s shivering tootsies.
“Cool, way to improvise Add’s” complimented Heather, admiring her partner’s innovation. “You go girl. Tickle her big ol’ bare boats! Especially since I think she’s really starting to enjoy it now.”
That remark hung in the air for moment, before drawing everyone’s attention to the crotch of Morgan’s skimpy panties. A small patch of wetness had now began to spread, offering proof as to the current level of the female officer’s likely unwanted level of sexual stimulation. And to make matters worse, as if it were even possible, Morgan’s nipples had actually continued to swell to an even greater measure of expansion, and looked as though they throbbed with an almost aching need for attention. Never one to disappoint, Addie took great pleasure in crawling around to her captive’s torso before pulling Morgan’s sports bra up and over the young ladies firm breasts. This move left Morgan’s bulging nipples bare and defenseless to Addie’s own touch. Making a show of it, Addie began licking her own thumbs and index fingers before using the slobber infused digits to play with Morgan’s now bared titties. Slowly circling the plump areolas first, Addie began to swirl her torturing touch in reverse centripetal motion before coming to full assault on Morgan’s engorged nipples. The manipulation left the sexy officer undulating back and forth with resented enjoyment, as she was brought to a heightened state of arousal. Feeling like having a bit more fun, and intent on making this process as humbling as possible for the once demure and ladylike Morgan, Addie flipped around on to her butt before using her still heavily lotion lathered toes to pinch and prod at her tickle toy’s naked tits.
With Morgan taking things to the next level, Heather decided to keep pace and bent down to bring her wet lips and tongue in contact with Pete’s chest. With her forced proximity to Pete as her excuse, Heather made sure to allow her free-swinging bare boobs to glide across the top of her male prisoner’s abdomen. The bare skin to bare skin contact caused Pete’s already swollen member to sway with renewed stimulation, and Heather took in the beautiful sight of the sticky track of pre-cum that had begun to leak from the tip of his throbbing penis. The contact also caused an escalation in her own arousal, and it was more for this reason than any other that she decided it was time for her and Addie to transition into the final stage of their dastardly plan. If they didn’t quit now, she might be forced to strip off her jeans and panties, and mount Pete’s cock herself. And despite the difficulty of halting cold turkey, and the level of enjoyment she was witnessing just from her own bare titties gliding along Pete’s sweaty stomach, taking things any further themselves would unfortunately run contrary to the desired forced fate that Addie and Heather had in store for their suffering captives. Pulling her lips away, but not before allowing one final swirl of her tongue around each of Pete’s nipples, Heather turned to give Addie the unspoken signal with her eyes that it was time to commence the final act of their torturous fiasco.
With a knowing glance back, Addie pulled her bare lotioned toes away from Morgan’s flapping titties, and slowly raked them up her neckline and across the officer’s protesting lips just for added effect and humiliation. Standing up, she walked around behind Morgan’s chair, with her still slimy and moist bare feet slapping loudly on the hard wood floor below. Reaching down, Addie grabbed the back of the chair and raised Morgan back into an upright position, bringing all four of the metal chairs rubber feet firmly to rest back on the floor. She then walked around and bent down in front of Morgan’s rainbow toes, before reaching down and untying both of the police officer’s bound ankles. Then, in a final show of debasement, Addie reached up towards Morgan’s soaking wet midsection and grabbed the skimpy elastic waistband of her captive’s panties. Pulling them down her legs and out from under her still moist and lathered bare feet, Addie left Morgan sitting bare assed in the metal chair. And while Heather untied Pete’s ankles in matched fashion, Addie drew Morgan’s metal chair back to its original position facing Pete’s own. Pushing the bound duo’s chairs so close together that the front legs of each were less than a foot apart, the naked officer’s were left to face each other with utter mortification as each of their own sweaty bare toes came to rest up against the others.
Content that the erotically charged condition of the bound officers would likely be enough to carry things to the close they each desired, Addie and Heather both began to gather the discarded clothes that had been randomly strewn about on the surrounding floor. Showing no proprietary motivation, the pair of female tormenters made little effort to separate the discarded clothing and footwear, and instead ensured only that each and every article had been accounted for and retrieved…regardless of the items proper owner. With that motivation, Addie and Heather soon each had their arms full of random boots, socks, shirts, bras, and shorts. Padding away to the conjoined echoes of their own bare feet slapping against the floorboards, the depraved pair stopped for a quick moment to offer a parting sentiment to their sexually frustrated captives.
“OK you two” started Addie, “we’re gonna head out now.”
“Yeah, we’ve got places to be, people to see” completed Heather, with a frivolity that seemed almost too casual, and more than a little defiant.
“Be good you two, and enjoy each other’s company” Addie offered in addition.
“And don’t worry, your friends back at base know where to find you” closed Heather, “and I’m sure once you’ve both been out of contact for a bit longer, they’ll be sure to send some folks along to retrieve you!”
With that final quip thrown back at them, the stunned police officers could do little more than watch as their former tickle tormentors padded away topless and barefoot, with all of their clothes. Pete, left sitting there naked, with his bare chest jutting out and his still fully erect cock sprouting from his torn and tattered boxers, looked over at his female partner. And Morgan, who’s panties had been absconded with altogether along with the rest of their clothes, and her with her tight sports bra pulled up nearly to her neck and her bare sweaty tits hanging freely, looked back. As the two officers were now, finally, offered this chance to lock eyes uninterrupted with the other, they each recognized the longing and desire that they saw in the eyes that stared back. And whether a result of years of mutually pent up sexual longing for each other, a dry spell sexually for each of them in general, or just the state of their mutually heightened arousal, Pete and Morgan exchanged a knowing glance and an almost imperceptible nod of recognition. In doing so, and as if in subconscious fashion, the duo began a stimulating game of footsie, gliding their bare sweaty feet back and forth across each other. Pete began grabbing at Morgan’s long bare toes with his own scrunching and curling toes, and Morgan returned the gesture with matched zeal. Then slowly, and as if under the influence of trance, she began to slowly claw her toes up his hairy calfs, over his bent sweaty knees, and up his glistening thighs before using her almost finger-length rainbow polished toes to push aside the tattered remains of his knit cotton boxers. Pete, with a show of welcoming acquiescence, brought his feet up off of the floor, and laid them each to rest with his bare heels pressed up against the outside of Morgan’s sweaty thighs. In doing so, he offered a posture that allowed Morgan to easily begin wrapping her long lotioned feet and moist sweaty toes around his painfully swollen member. With the aid of foot sweat, lotion, and pre-cum, Morgan’s feet began to glide effortlessly over his throbbing cock, and within little more than a moment’s time, her glistening and inherently talented feet and toes brought Pete to an explosive orgasm.
Content that her partner had been fully serviced and satisfied, Morgan dropped her now cum-laden bare feet to the floor with a smack, before casting a longing glance in Pete’s direction and opening her legs in a welcoming and inviting gesture. Pete, eager to return the favor, brought his own bare feet up to rest on Morgan’s lap. Snaking his left foot down her inner right thigh, he used his own sweaty big toe to slowly and delicately manipulate the outer folds of Morgan’s sexually charged pussy. Doing his best to fold his remaining toes under, he worked at making his big toe as capable a sexual stimulator for Morgan as possible, and exerted with increased but careful fervor as he rubbed it over her clitoral hood. With a show of sexual hunger, Morgan’s vagina exhibited an almost instinctive response as it swallowed Pete’s twitchingly talented big toe whole. Grinding her hips, and thrusting her soaked pussy in a way as to cause Pete’s toe to audibly pop in and out of her vagina, Morgan manipulated his naked toe as if it were her own custom-built sex toy. And while Pete’s remaining four toes occupied themselves by flicking into Morgan’s sopping anus and gliding back and forth across her moist taint, Morgan came with volatile force as she orgasmed herself into an utterly exhausted state.
Pulling his sex-soaked toes away, he dropped his bare feet to the floor where they came to rest atop those of Morgan’s own sticky size 10’s. The equally spent, but erotically fulfilled duo slouched forward, as their naked knees came to rest almost touching as well. They each took labored breath after labored breath, as they struggled to restore their over-stimulated libidos to a manageable state. And as they each stared at one another through sweat stained eyes, they were each suddenly overtaken with a feeling of embarrassment and disgust at their blatantly carnal actions.
While the tag team of sweaty, naked officers began to succumb to their own matched mortification over what they’d just done to one another, Addie and Heather stood not more than twenty feet away in a conveniently hidden alcove, staring into a small but crystal clear HD video monitor. The 8” color screen, which was connected via the length of banded BNC cable that ran out of the still recording video camera in the other room, showed just how detailed what the small electronic device had just captured actually was. Now only one question remained; just what were they to do with such potentially damaging footage…
Perhaps it would be cool to begin that tale with Pete & Morgan being rescued by their fellow officers! Next up, i do want to close out "The Incumbents", and have also started a new work of fiction currently titled "Live at 5", in which a news reporter, as well as her male cameraman & female audio mixer, are attacked and tickled by an angry mob of female factory workers. Stay tuned...
