Amy and her new friend became well acquainted over the next few weeks. Amy briefly thought she had outsmarted the creature in that it would stop when she orgasmed but it quickly realised that she was even more ticklish afterwards and would invariably orgasm again. This was not 100% disappointing for Amy although it did leave her somewhat tired at work the next day and the standard of her work plateaued a little. Amy realised one day that the creature loved the taste of her feet fresh out of her old sweaty running shoes and she began running more frequently but for shorter distances, just enough to get her feet sweaty and warm and fragrant for its enjoyment. It was Sunday and Amy was just finishing a 3k run and approaching the porch. She had learned it was best to stay at least 8 feet from the door and do whatever she needed to do before she ran up and opened the door and got inside as quickly as possible. She had forgotten this rule a few times and spent an hour or two rolling about in hysterics on the porch with her feet through the cat flap again. Amy took her headphones out and returned them to her backpack, drank all of her water, braced herself and, key in hand and eye fixed on the lock, she ran up onto the porch and let herself in as quickly as she could slamming the door behind her. She turned around to find an empty hallway. Everything was deathly quiet. Amy’s heart was racing even though she and the monster had played this game of cat and mouse before. She knew she was the mouse. She pretended nothing was out of the ordinary, deposited her water bottle on the kitchen counter and wandered into the living room. She stood there for a minute, the scene of several “attacks”, and sniffed the air for the familiar smell but could not detect it. She left the living room and started up the creaky stairs slowly, one at a time, her eyes wide scanning for movement. She was still a little out of breath, sweaty and wearing her running shoes. Her feet felt hot and moist. She emerged onto the landing and paused looking around. Still nothing. She walked toward her bedroom door which was open a crack. As she crept towards the door it creaked open a crack further and she froze. Her attention fixed on the door; she failed to notice the loft panel in the ceiling above and behind her slide silently up and to one side. She took a tentative step forwards on tip toes, and then she smelled the familiar smell as it wafted down. Too late. She squealed in surprise as six of the eight tentacles swooped down out of the roof-space and wrapped her up tightly from shoulders to ankles, pinning her arms to her sides. “AAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIHH!!!” She screamed as her mind flooded with the total panic a gazelle experiences as the lion pounces, and this feeling thrilled her nearly as much as what was to come. She was quickly inverted, her nose missing the floor by inches, and lifted upside down and feet first towards the pitch dark ceiling hatch. Her feet disappeared into the darkness and she was held there upside down for a moment. She craned her head and looked up into the darkness with wide eyes but could not discern anything. Then she felt her running shoes being unlaced and popped off one by one and dropped back down through the hatch to the landing floor below her. One rolled off and bounced down the stairs and Amy watched it as it bounced. She felt the gentle pressure of a large wide nose on her socked soles and heard it inhale deeply. Then she felt her socks being rolled down from her ankles. These were not dropped; instead she listened to some lip smacking slurping noises and knew they had been eaten as had so many pairs before. She was spending more money on socks these days than she used to. She felt the warm breath on her bare sweaty soft soles again and grinned and closed her eyes tight. Then she felt the large wet lips push against her white arches in a sloppy kiss and she giggled a little and wiggled her feet. The beast gave her feet an experimental finger tickle and Amy giggled again, louder this time and squirmed uselessly against the tentacles holding her fast. She was wondering what kind of mood it was in today. It often liked to see her feet while it tickled them with fingers and tentacles but other times it couldn’t resist sucking them like lollipops. Then its mood became apparent. Amy’s eyes widened as she felt herself lifted a little and both her feet were taken whole into that huge slobbery warm mouth and the lips closed softly around her ankles with an audible ‘glomp’ and the tongue rolled sideways and slid between her feet and ankles.
“OOOOOHH!! MONSTER... OOOH!! MMMMMHMHMHMMHMHMMM!!!” It occurred to her that she might need a better name for it than ‘Monster’. Amy felt the large slimy nobbly tongue start to slither and explore over her soles as the monster sucked the flavour it loved so much from her protesting feet. She gave up all pretence of holding in the noises and closed her eyes and giggled and gasped and squeaked away for all she was worth.
“HEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEEEEE!!! OOOOHMYGOD... HEEHEHE...” Her feet were wiggling a little in the wet fleshy confines of its mouth but only as much as it allowed. Besides there was no relief in wiggling, it only caused more movement of her feet and made the tickling sensations on her soles worse. The tongue probed and slurped and wormed around Amy’s deathly ticklish feet, pulling back and flicking side to side along her toes to really make her giggle to breathlessness and then slurping more slowly over her soles to let her get her breath back for some moans of pleasure. It gently explored the unbelievably ticklish soft tops of her feet and then dug in rasping over the more robust flesh of her soles. Amy’s mind was a mess. She was in ticklish heaven, getting her ticklish feet eaten alive by a tickle monster just like she had always feared and secretly wanted as a child. She was a heady mix of breathlessly ticklish, turned on, embarrassed, grossed out and in the throes of total pleasure, all at the same time. She had no idea whether to moan or laugh. She felt a few dribbles of slimy saliva running slowly down her legs as the monster slurped and sucked and had its way. The blood was rushing to Amy’s head making her a little lightheaded and this, coupled with the breathlessness of laughing made her orgasm quicker and even more intense than usual. The creature also sneaked a sneaky tentacle in between her legs to apply pressure in just the right spot as it had now learned how.
“OH OH OH OH OOOH MY…” Amy squealed with pleasure as she orgasmed and the creature felt her splay her toes in its mouth, a sign it now recognised. It could almost taste her orgasms through her feet. It continued sucking her feet whole for the duration of her orgasm and then sucked back on her feet to try to suck the thickest of the slime off (as she had been trying to train it to) and pulled them out of its mouth with a lip-smacking ‘pop’ and gave her a brief rest. Amy giggled to a stop and hung there panting. Then its fingers dived into her wet lubricated arches for round two.
“EEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEE!!! OH JESUS NOOHOHOHOHO!!! Came her adorable shrill giggles. Amy was getting dizzy, not entirely unpleasantly, and with the one tiny corner of her mind not shorted out from the white noise of ticklish seizure being sent from her feet, she pondered whether she preferred its fingers, its mouth or its fuzzy tentacles. All had merit but offered different sensations, which of course it knew just when to administer and when to elicit the ticklish responses it craved. Her post orgasm feet were predictably even more ticklish, heightened by the change in tactics on the part of her tormentor and new best friend. A tear of laughter dripped from Amy’s eye onto the wooden floor of the landing. Her long curly hair hung down in its single French plait and the breathable lycra of her tight running gear was soaked with sweat. It stretched out her soles with two of its tentacles and tickled them with its dancing fingers for a little while longer, trying for another orgasm. Amy was starting to see stars in front of her eyes but she obliged, tensed up, arched her back, thrust out her ass and squealed her way through another mind blowing orgasm.
Amy became aware that the tickling had stopped and she was lowered rather awkwardly to the floor and released. She lay there panting and allowing herself to recover from nearly passing out.
“Monster…” She breathed.
“Yes Prettyfeets?”
“We need to talk about some ground rules…”
Amy heard a disapproving raspberry noise from above her and the ceiling hatch slid back into place. She got slowly to her tingling feet and slipped on the slimy saliva, steadying herself against the wall. As she walked it drew out in strings between her feet and the floor and between her knees where it had dribbled down. She made for the shower slowly, still a little light headed. All this feet sucking was about the most fun she’d ever had but it was getting messy. She reached the bathroom having left footprints the whole way and she climbed into the bath to undress throwing each moist garment down to the end of the bath. She was just pulling her sweaty running top up over her head when her wrists were grabbed by a fuzzy tentacle wrapping around them.
“AAAAAAAAAAHH!!” Amy shrieked, genuinely taken by surprise.
“AGAIN?!!” Her moist top was still over her face and arms and she couldn’t see a thing. Another tentacle grabbed her ankles and she was lifted and placed on her back in the cold bath, her sopping wet panties and sports bra exposed to whatever may come.
“MONSTER!!! YOU SCARED ME! I NEED TO SHOWER! PLEASE… WE’LL PLAY LATER…”
“Want to play now prettyfeets. Prettyfeets smells tasty all over. Want to taste.” Amy heard the shower curtain thrown back over to one side and became aware of the monster moving its full size closer in to the bath. It leaned over, inhaled deeply and pushed its large face into Amy’s toned abs and blew a long slobbery raspberry on her tummy.
“NO! OH MY GOD NOOOHOHOHOHO!!! I THOUGHT YOU LIKED MY FEEEEHEHEHEEEET!!!” She squealed and laughed and squirmed for all her tired muscles were worth. It inhaled again and blew another raspberry and Amy bucked and laughed again. She had no idea why she kept trying to persuade it to stop; she always had the time of her life being tickled and helpless. The creature extended its tongue and began licking Amy’s exposed belly, poking into her belly button and licking upwards towards her petite breasts in their sports bra. Amy just giggled quietly and managed to keep a lid on the squirming as the large probing tongue explored her bare torso. Her arms and ankles were held fast and there was nothing she could do when it was in this kind of wilful mood. Its tongue poked and wormed in under her sports bra and caressed one erect nipple. Amy gave a moan of surprise and more than a little pleasure and quivered. The monster took this as approval and carried on licking under Amy’s bra, working it up and over her breasts exposing them. It licked around her petite perky breasts and flicked her nipples and tasted her delicious sweat. Amy lay there panting in silence at this new development. She would not remain silent for long though as the monster followed Amy’s flavour down around her side and into her armpit. Amy’s breath became quicker and more panicky the closer it got to her armpit and she began uttering terrified little squeaks of “Oh, oh, oh OH OH…” as her skin became more and more ticklish. She twisted and struggled and burst out laughing again as the tongue arrived in her soft tender armpit and wormed around licking up all the tasty flavour.
“Mmmmm,yes yes yes, prettyfeets does taste very good today, yes.”
“AAAHAHAHAHAAAAA!! STOHOHOHOOOP!! MONSTEEEEEERRRRRR!!!”
It gave a few last licks of Amy’s armpit and moved on to the other one. Amy giggled her beautiful honest giggles as the tormenting tongue began licking this virgin flesh. Amy’s French plait was starting to fall apart and many escaped hairs lay matted to her face with sweat as she struggled and laughed under the licking assault. Once it had depleted her armpit flavour it gave both armpits an affectionate finger tickle and then went on the hunt for more tasty Amy flavour, licking down over her now exposed nipples and back down her tummy and lower still. Amy’s breath caught as the tongue started to work its way under the front of her panties down over her mons towards her thoroughly wet sex. Amy bit her lip and breathed heavily and quickly, wondering if it would… discover…
“Mmm.” Murmured the monster as if it had just tried a particularly charming amuse-bouche.
“Mmmmm. Prettyfeets hass tasty bits.” It said and then wormed its tongue back inside Amy’s panties and all the way down to her wet lips. Amy maned in pleasure as the monster licked towards her most intimate place but her expression broke out into a smile of ticklishness as it arrived and gently licked her outer lips. It paused and she wondered if it had noticed that her pussy was ticklish, after all her face was still covered with her top. It had noticed. It began flicking its tongue from side to side tickling Amy’s outer lips and wandering down and tickling between her pussy and her clenched tight ass.
“Ooooh, monster found a new tickly spot.” It said teasing her as it lickled her sensitive pussy.
“The moany wiggles place is tasty. Why did prettyfeets not tell monster that the moany wiggles place is tasty?”
“AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEE!!!” Was all Amy could manage in reply.
The monster gripped Amy’s thighs with its hands and licked gently at her pussy and it added an idle tentacle to tickle each of Amy’s feet and another to tickle each of her armpits. Amy went through ticklish and out the other side at this all-out assault on all fronts, laughing silently punctuated with yelps and screams as she felt her pussy responding to the torment with another building orgasm purely from the tickling. The tentacles poked in between her toes and stroked their fuzzy nubs over her soft white armpits as its tongue experimented with her pussy. She was close to orgasm when it gently pushed its tongue forward parting her lips and pushing inside and this brought the orgasm on immediately. The creature held her as her orgasm wracked her body with pleasure once again and then gently released her wrists. It held her ankles and gave her feet a parting slurp as it retreated and vanished under the bed again. Amy was left panting for breath, slimed from head to ticklish toes and tickled to exhaustion. She smiled to herself and wondered how she had gotten so lucky as to buy a house with a tickle monster.
“OOOOOHH!! MONSTER... OOOH!! MMMMMHMHMHMMHMHMMM!!!” It occurred to her that she might need a better name for it than ‘Monster’. Amy felt the large slimy nobbly tongue start to slither and explore over her soles as the monster sucked the flavour it loved so much from her protesting feet. She gave up all pretence of holding in the noises and closed her eyes and giggled and gasped and squeaked away for all she was worth.
“HEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEEEEE!!! OOOOHMYGOD... HEEHEHE...” Her feet were wiggling a little in the wet fleshy confines of its mouth but only as much as it allowed. Besides there was no relief in wiggling, it only caused more movement of her feet and made the tickling sensations on her soles worse. The tongue probed and slurped and wormed around Amy’s deathly ticklish feet, pulling back and flicking side to side along her toes to really make her giggle to breathlessness and then slurping more slowly over her soles to let her get her breath back for some moans of pleasure. It gently explored the unbelievably ticklish soft tops of her feet and then dug in rasping over the more robust flesh of her soles. Amy’s mind was a mess. She was in ticklish heaven, getting her ticklish feet eaten alive by a tickle monster just like she had always feared and secretly wanted as a child. She was a heady mix of breathlessly ticklish, turned on, embarrassed, grossed out and in the throes of total pleasure, all at the same time. She had no idea whether to moan or laugh. She felt a few dribbles of slimy saliva running slowly down her legs as the monster slurped and sucked and had its way. The blood was rushing to Amy’s head making her a little lightheaded and this, coupled with the breathlessness of laughing made her orgasm quicker and even more intense than usual. The creature also sneaked a sneaky tentacle in between her legs to apply pressure in just the right spot as it had now learned how.
“OH OH OH OH OOOH MY…” Amy squealed with pleasure as she orgasmed and the creature felt her splay her toes in its mouth, a sign it now recognised. It could almost taste her orgasms through her feet. It continued sucking her feet whole for the duration of her orgasm and then sucked back on her feet to try to suck the thickest of the slime off (as she had been trying to train it to) and pulled them out of its mouth with a lip-smacking ‘pop’ and gave her a brief rest. Amy giggled to a stop and hung there panting. Then its fingers dived into her wet lubricated arches for round two.
“EEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEE!!! OH JESUS NOOHOHOHOHO!!! Came her adorable shrill giggles. Amy was getting dizzy, not entirely unpleasantly, and with the one tiny corner of her mind not shorted out from the white noise of ticklish seizure being sent from her feet, she pondered whether she preferred its fingers, its mouth or its fuzzy tentacles. All had merit but offered different sensations, which of course it knew just when to administer and when to elicit the ticklish responses it craved. Her post orgasm feet were predictably even more ticklish, heightened by the change in tactics on the part of her tormentor and new best friend. A tear of laughter dripped from Amy’s eye onto the wooden floor of the landing. Her long curly hair hung down in its single French plait and the breathable lycra of her tight running gear was soaked with sweat. It stretched out her soles with two of its tentacles and tickled them with its dancing fingers for a little while longer, trying for another orgasm. Amy was starting to see stars in front of her eyes but she obliged, tensed up, arched her back, thrust out her ass and squealed her way through another mind blowing orgasm.
Amy became aware that the tickling had stopped and she was lowered rather awkwardly to the floor and released. She lay there panting and allowing herself to recover from nearly passing out.
“Monster…” She breathed.
“Yes Prettyfeets?”
“We need to talk about some ground rules…”
Amy heard a disapproving raspberry noise from above her and the ceiling hatch slid back into place. She got slowly to her tingling feet and slipped on the slimy saliva, steadying herself against the wall. As she walked it drew out in strings between her feet and the floor and between her knees where it had dribbled down. She made for the shower slowly, still a little light headed. All this feet sucking was about the most fun she’d ever had but it was getting messy. She reached the bathroom having left footprints the whole way and she climbed into the bath to undress throwing each moist garment down to the end of the bath. She was just pulling her sweaty running top up over her head when her wrists were grabbed by a fuzzy tentacle wrapping around them.
“AAAAAAAAAAHH!!” Amy shrieked, genuinely taken by surprise.
“AGAIN?!!” Her moist top was still over her face and arms and she couldn’t see a thing. Another tentacle grabbed her ankles and she was lifted and placed on her back in the cold bath, her sopping wet panties and sports bra exposed to whatever may come.
“MONSTER!!! YOU SCARED ME! I NEED TO SHOWER! PLEASE… WE’LL PLAY LATER…”
“Want to play now prettyfeets. Prettyfeets smells tasty all over. Want to taste.” Amy heard the shower curtain thrown back over to one side and became aware of the monster moving its full size closer in to the bath. It leaned over, inhaled deeply and pushed its large face into Amy’s toned abs and blew a long slobbery raspberry on her tummy.
“NO! OH MY GOD NOOOHOHOHOHO!!! I THOUGHT YOU LIKED MY FEEEEHEHEHEEEET!!!” She squealed and laughed and squirmed for all her tired muscles were worth. It inhaled again and blew another raspberry and Amy bucked and laughed again. She had no idea why she kept trying to persuade it to stop; she always had the time of her life being tickled and helpless. The creature extended its tongue and began licking Amy’s exposed belly, poking into her belly button and licking upwards towards her petite breasts in their sports bra. Amy just giggled quietly and managed to keep a lid on the squirming as the large probing tongue explored her bare torso. Her arms and ankles were held fast and there was nothing she could do when it was in this kind of wilful mood. Its tongue poked and wormed in under her sports bra and caressed one erect nipple. Amy gave a moan of surprise and more than a little pleasure and quivered. The monster took this as approval and carried on licking under Amy’s bra, working it up and over her breasts exposing them. It licked around her petite perky breasts and flicked her nipples and tasted her delicious sweat. Amy lay there panting in silence at this new development. She would not remain silent for long though as the monster followed Amy’s flavour down around her side and into her armpit. Amy’s breath became quicker and more panicky the closer it got to her armpit and she began uttering terrified little squeaks of “Oh, oh, oh OH OH…” as her skin became more and more ticklish. She twisted and struggled and burst out laughing again as the tongue arrived in her soft tender armpit and wormed around licking up all the tasty flavour.
“Mmmmm,yes yes yes, prettyfeets does taste very good today, yes.”
“AAAHAHAHAHAAAAA!! STOHOHOHOOOP!! MONSTEEEEEERRRRRR!!!”
It gave a few last licks of Amy’s armpit and moved on to the other one. Amy giggled her beautiful honest giggles as the tormenting tongue began licking this virgin flesh. Amy’s French plait was starting to fall apart and many escaped hairs lay matted to her face with sweat as she struggled and laughed under the licking assault. Once it had depleted her armpit flavour it gave both armpits an affectionate finger tickle and then went on the hunt for more tasty Amy flavour, licking down over her now exposed nipples and back down her tummy and lower still. Amy’s breath caught as the tongue started to work its way under the front of her panties down over her mons towards her thoroughly wet sex. Amy bit her lip and breathed heavily and quickly, wondering if it would… discover…
“Mmm.” Murmured the monster as if it had just tried a particularly charming amuse-bouche.
“Mmmmm. Prettyfeets hass tasty bits.” It said and then wormed its tongue back inside Amy’s panties and all the way down to her wet lips. Amy maned in pleasure as the monster licked towards her most intimate place but her expression broke out into a smile of ticklishness as it arrived and gently licked her outer lips. It paused and she wondered if it had noticed that her pussy was ticklish, after all her face was still covered with her top. It had noticed. It began flicking its tongue from side to side tickling Amy’s outer lips and wandering down and tickling between her pussy and her clenched tight ass.
“Ooooh, monster found a new tickly spot.” It said teasing her as it lickled her sensitive pussy.
“The moany wiggles place is tasty. Why did prettyfeets not tell monster that the moany wiggles place is tasty?”
“AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEE!!!” Was all Amy could manage in reply.
The monster gripped Amy’s thighs with its hands and licked gently at her pussy and it added an idle tentacle to tickle each of Amy’s feet and another to tickle each of her armpits. Amy went through ticklish and out the other side at this all-out assault on all fronts, laughing silently punctuated with yelps and screams as she felt her pussy responding to the torment with another building orgasm purely from the tickling. The tentacles poked in between her toes and stroked their fuzzy nubs over her soft white armpits as its tongue experimented with her pussy. She was close to orgasm when it gently pushed its tongue forward parting her lips and pushing inside and this brought the orgasm on immediately. The creature held her as her orgasm wracked her body with pleasure once again and then gently released her wrists. It held her ankles and gave her feet a parting slurp as it retreated and vanished under the bed again. Amy was left panting for breath, slimed from head to ticklish toes and tickled to exhaustion. She smiled to herself and wondered how she had gotten so lucky as to buy a house with a tickle monster.
Very hot, very intense. 
