wrestlingclown
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I asked the escort agency to send over a blonde with big boobs. They sent a heavy set black woman who wore a blonde wig. But she did have large natural-looking breasts. I was so horny I invited her inside my house anyway. My wife and kids were out of town and I wasn't going to give up an opportunity to play with some strange.
She carried a small suitcase and went into the bathroom to change while I got naked under the covers in the bedroom. She came out, wearing a see through green negligee. She laid next to me and I promptly reached inside and felt her big bosoms while we kissed. I liked the way her big lips kind of smothered mine. Her nipples were nearly the size of half-dollars. Despite her not being what I hoped for, I had an erection. She felt for it and that's when I got a second surprise. Her hand brushed against my groin and I burst out laughing.
Normally, I'm not ticklish at all. My wife gets really frustrated during tickle fights because she can not make me laugh. I even let her tie me down, and she couldn't make me laugh. It makes her so mad. Of course, she's very ticklish and I tickle her like crazy all the time.
The escort (I can't remember her name--it was an incoherent collection of letters) began giving me a blowjob and it felt good, but I was curious.
"Stop doing that. Tickle me instead," I said.
She gave me a blank stare with my dick in her mouth. But she took another pull, then used both hands to tickle my lower belly and again I laughed out loud. It was so surprising to me.
"I never felt ticklish before," I told her, a look of amazement on my face.
"Honey, everybody's got their ticklish places. On me, it's my sides. Maybe, you might want to tickle them."
I did and she doubled over laughing.
"I've got an idea. Get on top of me and tickle me like you are a bully on a playground and I'm a weakling," I suggested.
"Oh hon, you asked for it."
She flung off her nightgown and rolled on top of me, her weight holding me down, and she tickled me everywhere she could reach--my armpits, ribs, testicles, and ass crack. It felt exhilarating, so carefree. I was ticklish everywhere and was laughing like a helpless little kid. I think she had me giggling for over 5 minutes before she asked if I was ready for a pussy tickle.
She rode me, her big tits bouncing. I rubbed them, sucked them, and squeezed her fat ass. I came and she likely faked her orgasm.
She got dressed. On the way out she said: "You let me know if you ever want to be tickled on a playground again."
A few days later when my wife came home I told her to try tickling me. She tried really hard but I barely cracked a smile.
I can't figure out why that fat black woman made me feel ticklish but my wife can't. I tried escorts from the agency an additional 2 times, but they couldn't make me laugh either. I specifically requested the black woman again, but the agency said she didn't work there anymore.
Oh well.
She carried a small suitcase and went into the bathroom to change while I got naked under the covers in the bedroom. She came out, wearing a see through green negligee. She laid next to me and I promptly reached inside and felt her big bosoms while we kissed. I liked the way her big lips kind of smothered mine. Her nipples were nearly the size of half-dollars. Despite her not being what I hoped for, I had an erection. She felt for it and that's when I got a second surprise. Her hand brushed against my groin and I burst out laughing.
Normally, I'm not ticklish at all. My wife gets really frustrated during tickle fights because she can not make me laugh. I even let her tie me down, and she couldn't make me laugh. It makes her so mad. Of course, she's very ticklish and I tickle her like crazy all the time.
The escort (I can't remember her name--it was an incoherent collection of letters) began giving me a blowjob and it felt good, but I was curious.
"Stop doing that. Tickle me instead," I said.
She gave me a blank stare with my dick in her mouth. But she took another pull, then used both hands to tickle my lower belly and again I laughed out loud. It was so surprising to me.
"I never felt ticklish before," I told her, a look of amazement on my face.
"Honey, everybody's got their ticklish places. On me, it's my sides. Maybe, you might want to tickle them."
I did and she doubled over laughing.
"I've got an idea. Get on top of me and tickle me like you are a bully on a playground and I'm a weakling," I suggested.
"Oh hon, you asked for it."
She flung off her nightgown and rolled on top of me, her weight holding me down, and she tickled me everywhere she could reach--my armpits, ribs, testicles, and ass crack. It felt exhilarating, so carefree. I was ticklish everywhere and was laughing like a helpless little kid. I think she had me giggling for over 5 minutes before she asked if I was ready for a pussy tickle.
She rode me, her big tits bouncing. I rubbed them, sucked them, and squeezed her fat ass. I came and she likely faked her orgasm.
She got dressed. On the way out she said: "You let me know if you ever want to be tickled on a playground again."
A few days later when my wife came home I told her to try tickling me. She tried really hard but I barely cracked a smile.
I can't figure out why that fat black woman made me feel ticklish but my wife can't. I tried escorts from the agency an additional 2 times, but they couldn't make me laugh either. I specifically requested the black woman again, but the agency said she didn't work there anymore.
Oh well.
