bigmac_nv
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Well I had a rather interesting and erotic adventure on my trip to Las Vegas last month to visit with an old co-worker friend and her husband. My friend was such a good friend to me when she lived in Florida, moving away only when her husband who was in the Air Force got an assignment to Nellis AFB in Las Vegas. They decided to retire a couple of years ago and stayed in the Vegas area since they loved the weather and both had landed good jobs. My friend Pam is 43 years old, 5’10 and still had her college cheerleader body. Her husband Donald was 45, 5’10 and 190 pds, retired pilot with a macho attitude that you just loved to hate. I’ve met him before, and got along, but I really was friends with Pam who was like a soul mate for me to confide in over the years. A little about me, I’m 41, 6’2, 230 pds, bearish type, with a light beard, dark brown eyes and a mischievous smile and outgoing personality. I’m also a gay man, who has been with women in my early days, but realize that I like men which I pursue and desire. Now being a bearish type guy, it hasn’t been easy for me over the years to find a steady type of man that held my interest.
Now everyone has their kinks and likes, and mine are really not to odd or absurd, just a kink that has controlled my sexual interest for years. I’ve had a lot of luck pursuing and seducing married men over the years, and also developed a kink for bare feet and tickling which helps me dominate the men I play with. I had no idea when I made my plans to go Vegas that it would turn out to be a sexual weekend high that gets me hard just recounting the events. I flew in on a Thursday with a return flight the following Tuesday which would give us plenty of time to visit, party and catch some Vegas shows. When Pam lived in Florida and her husband was deployed, she would spend hours with me late at night talking about life, goals and even got into sexual topics that I cherished because she trusted me. Our plans were simple, drink wine, catch up on life, and visit the many sites in the city.
Our first night was simple, dinner and a show, which her husband Don didn’t want to go saying we needed time to catch up. He is a very nice guy, but his ego and smugness he portrayed got my mind wondering what it would be like to have him to play with. I felt guilty fantasizing about Pam’s husband but couldn’t help myself and kept the thoughts of course to myself. We had a great time and went out for drinks Friday night on Fremont Street with Don joining us so he could play some poker at the casinos. We got in late with each of us pretty buzzed as we sat on the couches and chatted. Pam was sitting on the large couch next to Don and I sat on another recliner type couch which was positioned in an “L” shape with the ends of couches about two feet apart. Pam stretched out with her feet resting on Don’s lap as she asked for a foot massage since her feet hurt from walking all night. Don started out massaging her toes, then he started to tickle her arches which got Pam giggling and pulling away. Normally Don would have stopped once she got mad, but since he had some drinks tonight, he went for the tickle attack. He trapped her foot against his chest and tickled her bare foot. I know Pam is ticklish and she fought hard to break free as she laughed and kicked to get free. Don rolled her off the couch, pushing her to her stomach and straddling her legs he attacked her inner thighs making her squeal like mad. She was trapped, pinned by his body weight and with nowhere to go he had free range to her inner thighs and her feet. He tickled her good for 5 minutes, switching techniques, she was going nuts and I could tell, getting very mad. I was about to step in when Don stopped and even though he was apologetic to Pam, she was having none of it. Don excused himself and went to bed and Pam and I sat up a couple of more hours which helped calm her down since she was so pissed. She confided in me that he did that to her from time to time and wished that someone would show him what it’s like to be trapped and helpless. I smiled and told her I would see what I can do. Now Pam knows a lot about me, but had no idea I was a huge foot and tickling fan and also interested in her husband.
Saturday morning started out uneventful with a rare Vegas rain storm that was to last most of the day, we decided to hang out and watch movies. Pam had a baby shower to attend around noon time and after our late night it was good to lie around and watch some shows on TV. I was lying on the couch with my head on the arm rest which faced directly to the TV next to the other couch. Don came down and after some coffee, he sat on the other sofa recliner, looking at his iPad he reclined his chair pushing his feet in front of me kind of blocking my view of the TV. Pam noticed this and scolded her husband for being rude for putting his feet in my face. His feet were more than a foot away, which is just the way they would be if anyone reclined, but with me laying on the couch my view was blocked. He was still his cocky self and teased her back that his feet weren’t in my face. Then he made his first big mistake. I started to sit up to get my view of the TV back when Don moved his feet to the arm of the couch and said to his wife, “Now my feet are in his face”. It must have been my years of experience that allowed me to capture his feet so quickly in the crook of my arm. With his feet crossed at the ankles, my quick move allowed me to trap his feet in a headlock hold with one arm as I stared down at his soft, callous free, size 10 feet. The look on his face as he felt my grip tighten around his ankles, with my left hand grasping his lower ankle effectively locking his feet in place, was priceless. I know from my talks with Pam, that Don is ticklish as a schoolgirl. I turned my head around to ask Pam who was standing behind me with a slight smile on her face, “Do you think he’s ticklish?” Pam’s answer was great, “Find out”.
Don struggled in vain as my large hand dropped into his bare soles, scratching with a vigor that made him burst out laughing. I worked my fingers over his soles running them from the balls of one foot, down the smooth arch, to his nice soft heel, jumping from one foot to the other as his feet fought to block my attack. It’s fun watching one foot work so hard to cover the other foot only to have me tickle the now exposed foot that came to the rescue of the other foot. Don had dropped his iPad on the chair and was now moving and fighting so hard that he was falling off his recliner. I worked his toes next with my thick fingers digging under his pretty toes as he tried in earnest to scrunch them shut. I’ve had a lot of experience tickling guys and watching someone’s reaction is important to breaking down a guy. When my fingers worked in between his second and big toe he lost it, falling from the recliner his feet still trapped between my arm and chest, his laughter weakening and his fight was slowing, I decided to give him a break. Don was on his back, with his feet pulled up to my chest, secure, but I needed to make sure he couldn’t escape. I wrapped my left leg around his legs making a tight fit with my thick thighs and calf muscles. I used both hands to grip his ankles tightly which Don tested and realized he was going nowhere. I looked over my shoulder to see a smiling Pam. What do you say Pam? Has he had enough? I was a bit surprised, but not totally surprised when she said, “No, give him a tickling that will last the two hours I’m gone.” Have fun guys was her last words as she strode out the house with Don yelling out you bitch. The last thing Pam heard was Don bursting out with a girlish squeal caused by my fingers digging into his pale white arch as his foot flexed and fought to escape. My legs are powerful for a big guy, and when I wrap them around a guy’s legs or body, they trap them in place for good. My foot fetish is only topped by my fetish for tickling. Seeing Don’s pretty foot shake, twist and flex to escape as I work my fingers slowly around his feet are a huge turn on that got my 8 inch cock straining against my boxers.
I actually worked both my legs around Don’s legs trapping them tightly with my feet resting just above his waist on his stomach. As I gave him a slight break to adjust my position, Don thought he would get me by digging his fingers into the soles of my large size 13 feet. I smiled without flinching and told Don that I know he likes to tickle, but I’m not ticklish like you and once again dug my fingers into the under sides of his toes as they fought to clamp shut. I got him good for a few minutes stopping only when his laughter got weaker. I’m sure he thought it was over when I dropped my grip and let his legs go free. He rolled over and tried to crawl away but even though I’m a big guy, my wrestling skills have kept me quick all these years allowing me to grab Don’s left foot and pull him back towards me. He was wearing fleece sweatpants and pulling him back made it easy as he slid towards me allowing me to grab his other foot. Watching him trying to kick free as I pulled him towards me was comical and I’m sure he was embarrassed at being manhandled by another guy. His fleece sweats had been pulled half way down his ass as we struggled so I decided to take them all the way off. They slid down to his ankles with ease as I pulled the sweats free tossing them on the couch. Don wears boxers like me, and as I crawled on his legs trapping them beneath me I couldn’t resist giving his boxer butt a couple of good whacks laughing as he cried out each time a heavy hand found its mark. The crack sound and his reaction threatened to make me shoot my load as the excitement took me to the edge. Don reached back to rub his as giving me a chance to pin his arms to his sides. I held him in place, letting my weight tire him out as he struggled under me. I taunted him by telling him I was going to tickle him like he tickled Pam the night before. I let his arms go free and dug my fingers between his upper thighs, pinching and kneading his soft loins. It was exciting to hear him squeal much like his wife did the night before. Except his laughter became hoarse with a lustful laugh that I knew from experience said Don was getting into being erotically tickled. Since I was sitting on the back of his knees, it was easy for me to reach back and find his soft soles which I allowed my fingers to dance from heel to toes.
I didn’t want Don to get off from laying on his stomach, pressing his hard cock into the carpeted rug might be enough for him to shoot his load so I rolled him over and crawled up his body pinning his rubbery arms over his head which allowed my hard cock to rest on his stomach like a dumbbell weight. Don had lost his resistance as I stared down at him smiling I told him how much fun it was to tickle such a macho guy. Ok Big Tom, you had your fun, let me go now he said in a scared voice. Reminds me of my kid days when I would pin the bigger boys in the neighborhood down and tickle them until they cried. Even though I was kind of tubby back in those days, I had mastered my wrestling skills and since most kids didn’t think the chubby kid could fight, they would challenge me, with each one ending up tickled until they cried out “Uncle”. One bully boy in the neighborhood would always come over when he knew my parents weren’t home and challenge me, with the results the same each time. I would get him down in different positions and tickle him until he screamed “Uncle” or he laughed so hard he cried. I know now that he must have loved to be tickled but for a teenage boy to admit that would never happen. Now Don was in that position and I really wanted to get him so helpless that he would do anything I asked.
I know my cock on his stomach was an intimidating position for a straight guy but I also could see a nice little tent under his boxers that I so badly wanted to play with. I positioned myself on top of Don allowing one arm to loop over his head, effectively trapping his arms together freeing up my right hand to tickle. I was sort of laying on my side, with my right leg pinning his body down as I ran my fingers lightly over his exposed belly from his shirt rising up during our struggle. Don shifted and fought back the giggles as my big fingers and nails lightly traced his soft belly hair from his belly button down to the tops of his boxers. Don’s cock was now at attention as I teased lower on his stomach his struggles made his cock bounce up and down. I decided the shirt had to go and quickly pulled it off as Don’s resistance began to weaken. I wiggle my fingers in front of his face telling him I was going to tickle his arm pits. He howled and fought hard as my fingers brushed through his left arm pit working my fingers skillfully down his sides, over his ribs then working back up slowly to his slightly hairy pit. I gave him a break only to tease his nipples, pinching and tweaking just enough to make him squirm as a new lust came over him.
I noticed Pam’s robe was sitting on the couch with a nice silk sash attached. I pulled the sash free and rolling Don over to his belly, I took my time to tie the sash first to his right hand, then to his left. He was fight was futile as my weight and skills kept him in check as I secured his wrist snuggly together behind his back. He was nervous asking me what I was going to do as I’m sure he was scared but obviously very turned on. I helped Don to his feet, then standing in front of him I bent over and easily picked him up over my shoulder and carried him down the hallway to the guest bedroom where I stayed. Watching his feet kick up and down as I picked him up made me want to jack my cock right there. I got to the room and forcefully tossed Don onto the bed making him bounce a little from the throw. His cock actually popped out of his boxers which looked very nice and I’m sure made Don feel that much more vulnerable. I grabbed one of my ties and bound his feet together then used another to tie them to the end of the bed frame.
I wasted no time crawling onto the bed, putting my face next to his pretty feet while I pushed my big feet next to Don’s face. I’m going to lick and tickle your feet until you cry Don, or until you agree to lick me feet clean. He had a scared by defiant look as he said, “No way”. I winked at him then turning my full attention to his feet my tongue snaked between his toes as my fingers found his soft soles. His laughter shook the walls as my talented tongue worked slowly through each toe. I started to nibble on his big toe that made him thrash like a crazy man. I stopped tickling his feet but only to take a nice long look at his feet when I noticed Pam standing outside the bedroom door out of sight of Don and smiling at me. She put her finger to her lips making a “shhhh” sign. I’m sure she was at first worried about her husband, but knowing she could trust me, Pam decided to let me keep playing with Don. I told Don he would now be blindfolded as I worked a scarf I found in the closet over his eyes. He was now begging for me to stop tickling him, saying he learned his lesson. You might have I teased, but I can’t get enough of those feet and hearing you laugh is music to my ears. Besides, I can’t stop tickling you until Pam gets home. Once blindfolded Pam took a seat on the small couch in the room and gave me the continue sign with her hand. Remember Don, I’ll stop once you agree to lick my big feet clean, got it? He didn’t respond so I worked my fingers in a claw over his knees and dug in making him burst out laughing, his cock bouncing all over the place as he struggled against my ticklish grip. I didn’t really pay attention to Pam as I worked my fingers over his helpless body. When I looked up, Pam had buried her hand down the front of her un-buckled pants slowing playing with her clit. I teased Don by lightly stroking his cock which made Pam even hotter as she worked with a new vigor to pleasure herself.
I couldn’t resist and asked Don if he wanted me to suck his hard cock. He throaty yes was all I needed as I warm mouth found his 7 inch cock slurping and sucking his cock as my fingers squeezed his balls making him shoot a massive load down my throat. He must have been exhausted as he screamed out as he shot his load, then within a minute he was snoring softly. Pam climaxed and she glowed with a sexual relief that made her knees weak. After Don woke up, I untied him but not until he agreed to lick my feet. He was beaten and quickly agreed as he crawled to my feet he worked his hot tongue over my meaty soles and toes. He was hard again and stroked his cock while he worked my feet to a slobbering wet mess. I couldn’t resist as I grabbed his feet and placed them over my cock, fucking them with a strokes that allowed me to shoot a nice load over his feet and ankles.
Don begged me not to tell Pam and I agreed, but only if he allowed me to tickle him one more time before I left. Pam helped me out by going with some girlfriends to a movie Monday night leaving Don to my ticklish delights. Something I didn’t know about their house was a video surveillance system that was setup for the living area that taped my entire living room attack on Don. Pam gave me the prize video that allows me to relive one of my best tickling experiences.
If you like my story and want to chat some time – email me at [email protected]
Now everyone has their kinks and likes, and mine are really not to odd or absurd, just a kink that has controlled my sexual interest for years. I’ve had a lot of luck pursuing and seducing married men over the years, and also developed a kink for bare feet and tickling which helps me dominate the men I play with. I had no idea when I made my plans to go Vegas that it would turn out to be a sexual weekend high that gets me hard just recounting the events. I flew in on a Thursday with a return flight the following Tuesday which would give us plenty of time to visit, party and catch some Vegas shows. When Pam lived in Florida and her husband was deployed, she would spend hours with me late at night talking about life, goals and even got into sexual topics that I cherished because she trusted me. Our plans were simple, drink wine, catch up on life, and visit the many sites in the city.
Our first night was simple, dinner and a show, which her husband Don didn’t want to go saying we needed time to catch up. He is a very nice guy, but his ego and smugness he portrayed got my mind wondering what it would be like to have him to play with. I felt guilty fantasizing about Pam’s husband but couldn’t help myself and kept the thoughts of course to myself. We had a great time and went out for drinks Friday night on Fremont Street with Don joining us so he could play some poker at the casinos. We got in late with each of us pretty buzzed as we sat on the couches and chatted. Pam was sitting on the large couch next to Don and I sat on another recliner type couch which was positioned in an “L” shape with the ends of couches about two feet apart. Pam stretched out with her feet resting on Don’s lap as she asked for a foot massage since her feet hurt from walking all night. Don started out massaging her toes, then he started to tickle her arches which got Pam giggling and pulling away. Normally Don would have stopped once she got mad, but since he had some drinks tonight, he went for the tickle attack. He trapped her foot against his chest and tickled her bare foot. I know Pam is ticklish and she fought hard to break free as she laughed and kicked to get free. Don rolled her off the couch, pushing her to her stomach and straddling her legs he attacked her inner thighs making her squeal like mad. She was trapped, pinned by his body weight and with nowhere to go he had free range to her inner thighs and her feet. He tickled her good for 5 minutes, switching techniques, she was going nuts and I could tell, getting very mad. I was about to step in when Don stopped and even though he was apologetic to Pam, she was having none of it. Don excused himself and went to bed and Pam and I sat up a couple of more hours which helped calm her down since she was so pissed. She confided in me that he did that to her from time to time and wished that someone would show him what it’s like to be trapped and helpless. I smiled and told her I would see what I can do. Now Pam knows a lot about me, but had no idea I was a huge foot and tickling fan and also interested in her husband.
Saturday morning started out uneventful with a rare Vegas rain storm that was to last most of the day, we decided to hang out and watch movies. Pam had a baby shower to attend around noon time and after our late night it was good to lie around and watch some shows on TV. I was lying on the couch with my head on the arm rest which faced directly to the TV next to the other couch. Don came down and after some coffee, he sat on the other sofa recliner, looking at his iPad he reclined his chair pushing his feet in front of me kind of blocking my view of the TV. Pam noticed this and scolded her husband for being rude for putting his feet in my face. His feet were more than a foot away, which is just the way they would be if anyone reclined, but with me laying on the couch my view was blocked. He was still his cocky self and teased her back that his feet weren’t in my face. Then he made his first big mistake. I started to sit up to get my view of the TV back when Don moved his feet to the arm of the couch and said to his wife, “Now my feet are in his face”. It must have been my years of experience that allowed me to capture his feet so quickly in the crook of my arm. With his feet crossed at the ankles, my quick move allowed me to trap his feet in a headlock hold with one arm as I stared down at his soft, callous free, size 10 feet. The look on his face as he felt my grip tighten around his ankles, with my left hand grasping his lower ankle effectively locking his feet in place, was priceless. I know from my talks with Pam, that Don is ticklish as a schoolgirl. I turned my head around to ask Pam who was standing behind me with a slight smile on her face, “Do you think he’s ticklish?” Pam’s answer was great, “Find out”.
Don struggled in vain as my large hand dropped into his bare soles, scratching with a vigor that made him burst out laughing. I worked my fingers over his soles running them from the balls of one foot, down the smooth arch, to his nice soft heel, jumping from one foot to the other as his feet fought to block my attack. It’s fun watching one foot work so hard to cover the other foot only to have me tickle the now exposed foot that came to the rescue of the other foot. Don had dropped his iPad on the chair and was now moving and fighting so hard that he was falling off his recliner. I worked his toes next with my thick fingers digging under his pretty toes as he tried in earnest to scrunch them shut. I’ve had a lot of experience tickling guys and watching someone’s reaction is important to breaking down a guy. When my fingers worked in between his second and big toe he lost it, falling from the recliner his feet still trapped between my arm and chest, his laughter weakening and his fight was slowing, I decided to give him a break. Don was on his back, with his feet pulled up to my chest, secure, but I needed to make sure he couldn’t escape. I wrapped my left leg around his legs making a tight fit with my thick thighs and calf muscles. I used both hands to grip his ankles tightly which Don tested and realized he was going nowhere. I looked over my shoulder to see a smiling Pam. What do you say Pam? Has he had enough? I was a bit surprised, but not totally surprised when she said, “No, give him a tickling that will last the two hours I’m gone.” Have fun guys was her last words as she strode out the house with Don yelling out you bitch. The last thing Pam heard was Don bursting out with a girlish squeal caused by my fingers digging into his pale white arch as his foot flexed and fought to escape. My legs are powerful for a big guy, and when I wrap them around a guy’s legs or body, they trap them in place for good. My foot fetish is only topped by my fetish for tickling. Seeing Don’s pretty foot shake, twist and flex to escape as I work my fingers slowly around his feet are a huge turn on that got my 8 inch cock straining against my boxers.
I actually worked both my legs around Don’s legs trapping them tightly with my feet resting just above his waist on his stomach. As I gave him a slight break to adjust my position, Don thought he would get me by digging his fingers into the soles of my large size 13 feet. I smiled without flinching and told Don that I know he likes to tickle, but I’m not ticklish like you and once again dug my fingers into the under sides of his toes as they fought to clamp shut. I got him good for a few minutes stopping only when his laughter got weaker. I’m sure he thought it was over when I dropped my grip and let his legs go free. He rolled over and tried to crawl away but even though I’m a big guy, my wrestling skills have kept me quick all these years allowing me to grab Don’s left foot and pull him back towards me. He was wearing fleece sweatpants and pulling him back made it easy as he slid towards me allowing me to grab his other foot. Watching him trying to kick free as I pulled him towards me was comical and I’m sure he was embarrassed at being manhandled by another guy. His fleece sweats had been pulled half way down his ass as we struggled so I decided to take them all the way off. They slid down to his ankles with ease as I pulled the sweats free tossing them on the couch. Don wears boxers like me, and as I crawled on his legs trapping them beneath me I couldn’t resist giving his boxer butt a couple of good whacks laughing as he cried out each time a heavy hand found its mark. The crack sound and his reaction threatened to make me shoot my load as the excitement took me to the edge. Don reached back to rub his as giving me a chance to pin his arms to his sides. I held him in place, letting my weight tire him out as he struggled under me. I taunted him by telling him I was going to tickle him like he tickled Pam the night before. I let his arms go free and dug my fingers between his upper thighs, pinching and kneading his soft loins. It was exciting to hear him squeal much like his wife did the night before. Except his laughter became hoarse with a lustful laugh that I knew from experience said Don was getting into being erotically tickled. Since I was sitting on the back of his knees, it was easy for me to reach back and find his soft soles which I allowed my fingers to dance from heel to toes.
I didn’t want Don to get off from laying on his stomach, pressing his hard cock into the carpeted rug might be enough for him to shoot his load so I rolled him over and crawled up his body pinning his rubbery arms over his head which allowed my hard cock to rest on his stomach like a dumbbell weight. Don had lost his resistance as I stared down at him smiling I told him how much fun it was to tickle such a macho guy. Ok Big Tom, you had your fun, let me go now he said in a scared voice. Reminds me of my kid days when I would pin the bigger boys in the neighborhood down and tickle them until they cried. Even though I was kind of tubby back in those days, I had mastered my wrestling skills and since most kids didn’t think the chubby kid could fight, they would challenge me, with each one ending up tickled until they cried out “Uncle”. One bully boy in the neighborhood would always come over when he knew my parents weren’t home and challenge me, with the results the same each time. I would get him down in different positions and tickle him until he screamed “Uncle” or he laughed so hard he cried. I know now that he must have loved to be tickled but for a teenage boy to admit that would never happen. Now Don was in that position and I really wanted to get him so helpless that he would do anything I asked.
I know my cock on his stomach was an intimidating position for a straight guy but I also could see a nice little tent under his boxers that I so badly wanted to play with. I positioned myself on top of Don allowing one arm to loop over his head, effectively trapping his arms together freeing up my right hand to tickle. I was sort of laying on my side, with my right leg pinning his body down as I ran my fingers lightly over his exposed belly from his shirt rising up during our struggle. Don shifted and fought back the giggles as my big fingers and nails lightly traced his soft belly hair from his belly button down to the tops of his boxers. Don’s cock was now at attention as I teased lower on his stomach his struggles made his cock bounce up and down. I decided the shirt had to go and quickly pulled it off as Don’s resistance began to weaken. I wiggle my fingers in front of his face telling him I was going to tickle his arm pits. He howled and fought hard as my fingers brushed through his left arm pit working my fingers skillfully down his sides, over his ribs then working back up slowly to his slightly hairy pit. I gave him a break only to tease his nipples, pinching and tweaking just enough to make him squirm as a new lust came over him.
I noticed Pam’s robe was sitting on the couch with a nice silk sash attached. I pulled the sash free and rolling Don over to his belly, I took my time to tie the sash first to his right hand, then to his left. He was fight was futile as my weight and skills kept him in check as I secured his wrist snuggly together behind his back. He was nervous asking me what I was going to do as I’m sure he was scared but obviously very turned on. I helped Don to his feet, then standing in front of him I bent over and easily picked him up over my shoulder and carried him down the hallway to the guest bedroom where I stayed. Watching his feet kick up and down as I picked him up made me want to jack my cock right there. I got to the room and forcefully tossed Don onto the bed making him bounce a little from the throw. His cock actually popped out of his boxers which looked very nice and I’m sure made Don feel that much more vulnerable. I grabbed one of my ties and bound his feet together then used another to tie them to the end of the bed frame.
I wasted no time crawling onto the bed, putting my face next to his pretty feet while I pushed my big feet next to Don’s face. I’m going to lick and tickle your feet until you cry Don, or until you agree to lick me feet clean. He had a scared by defiant look as he said, “No way”. I winked at him then turning my full attention to his feet my tongue snaked between his toes as my fingers found his soft soles. His laughter shook the walls as my talented tongue worked slowly through each toe. I started to nibble on his big toe that made him thrash like a crazy man. I stopped tickling his feet but only to take a nice long look at his feet when I noticed Pam standing outside the bedroom door out of sight of Don and smiling at me. She put her finger to her lips making a “shhhh” sign. I’m sure she was at first worried about her husband, but knowing she could trust me, Pam decided to let me keep playing with Don. I told Don he would now be blindfolded as I worked a scarf I found in the closet over his eyes. He was now begging for me to stop tickling him, saying he learned his lesson. You might have I teased, but I can’t get enough of those feet and hearing you laugh is music to my ears. Besides, I can’t stop tickling you until Pam gets home. Once blindfolded Pam took a seat on the small couch in the room and gave me the continue sign with her hand. Remember Don, I’ll stop once you agree to lick my big feet clean, got it? He didn’t respond so I worked my fingers in a claw over his knees and dug in making him burst out laughing, his cock bouncing all over the place as he struggled against my ticklish grip. I didn’t really pay attention to Pam as I worked my fingers over his helpless body. When I looked up, Pam had buried her hand down the front of her un-buckled pants slowing playing with her clit. I teased Don by lightly stroking his cock which made Pam even hotter as she worked with a new vigor to pleasure herself.
I couldn’t resist and asked Don if he wanted me to suck his hard cock. He throaty yes was all I needed as I warm mouth found his 7 inch cock slurping and sucking his cock as my fingers squeezed his balls making him shoot a massive load down my throat. He must have been exhausted as he screamed out as he shot his load, then within a minute he was snoring softly. Pam climaxed and she glowed with a sexual relief that made her knees weak. After Don woke up, I untied him but not until he agreed to lick my feet. He was beaten and quickly agreed as he crawled to my feet he worked his hot tongue over my meaty soles and toes. He was hard again and stroked his cock while he worked my feet to a slobbering wet mess. I couldn’t resist as I grabbed his feet and placed them over my cock, fucking them with a strokes that allowed me to shoot a nice load over his feet and ankles.
Don begged me not to tell Pam and I agreed, but only if he allowed me to tickle him one more time before I left. Pam helped me out by going with some girlfriends to a movie Monday night leaving Don to my ticklish delights. Something I didn’t know about their house was a video surveillance system that was setup for the living area that taped my entire living room attack on Don. Pam gave me the prize video that allows me to relive one of my best tickling experiences.
If you like my story and want to chat some time – email me at [email protected]
