Lostcause13
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Thanks for all the positive comments from chapter 1! Warning, it's about 3500 words longer than chapter 1.
If you haven't read chapter 1, see link.
https://www.ticklingforum.com/threads/beach-house-bargain-m-f-tickling-cuckold.455668/
Beth woke up alone in her bedroom at Victor’s island home. The island itself was a tropical paradise, but Victor’s home was actually converted from an old bunker. What it lacked in resort style aesthetics it more than made up for with a warm, homey feeling.
The small window in her room let in more light than its size might suggest, but without the lamp it was still dark everywhere the window didn’t reach.
Beth slid out of bed in her pink cotton shorts and gray tshirt and stretched. She felt a cool breeze on her midriff as her top rode up, and grinned to herself. “Good thing the boys aren’t here or you’d be in trouble,” she thought to her tummy. At the same time, a stray thread broke loose and slid down her bare belly making her squeak, as if to remind her they were both in trouble.
She took her time and brushed her hair into a low ponytail, and for some reason, applied just a splash of body spray to her wrist before she sauntered outside. She hesitated at the door, and went back for the green feather Victor left on their bed the previous night, and fixed it into her hair as if it were a flower at a luau. Now she was ready.
The only question that really remained was if she would run into her wonderful, handsome boyfriend first, or the bull who invited the pair of them to stay on his island in exchange for tickling Beth breathless.
He actually hadn’t tickled her yet, not with any serious intention anyway. On the ride over yesterday, he tickled her for a bet, and when she lost, he carried her out of Rick's sight to massage and worship her feet. The only thing more amazing was how hot Rick was for her when they went to bed a few hours later.
Victor had given them a brief tour of the house, made a nice, if simple dinner and after a few minutes chatting, he went to bed and left them with some champagne. Beth didn’t blame him, after all, she only realized after they arrived that their little cruise lasted nearly four hours into the late afternoon, and he had done it twice that day.
Still, this was more than her spring break. This was her first real tickle session. Rick had tickled her plenty, but he never made it last. He never tied her up, and he never really, truly, destroyed her with it.
Victor was an animal, and she was here to be his prey. It was oddly thrilling. She wanted to be totally helpless, at the mercy of somebody who simply had none. She wanted to beg, bargain, and appeal to his humanity, and she wanted him to ignore it all.
Rick, also, it seemed took a special thrill from watching his girl worked over, really used. He wanted to see her do things she never did for him. Neither of them could explain it, so they stopped trying.
And here they were.
Beth smiled as her bare feet padded down the long rug towards the kitchen. All she had to do to make the boys drool was to wiggle her toes, and she loved that.
When she opened the kitchen door, she found her boyfriend. He was so cute with his bedhead, and even cuter with a mimosa in his hand. She took it with a grin and took a long sip. “Last of the bubbly?” He nodded and sipped his own.
“Where’s Victor?” she asked. Rick raised his eyebrows and pinched her waist. She squeaked and slid away, fighting to keep her drink upright.
“So taken with him, are you? More than your boyfriend who just made you a mimosa?”
“Oh hush,” she said, stroking his chest as she kissed him good morning.
“He was jogging on the beach, something of an early riser.”
They had breakfast together a little later, but didnt talk much, as Victor was out of breath. It was only after breakfast that they sat together on the couch and discussed what they expected to do that week.
“I don’t wanna kill your spring break vibe, so I was planning to stay out of your hair unless you specifically wanted me around,” he started. “And I have other things to do, so no pressure there. I’ve got some beach stuff if you guys want it, you can always take the little boat out, the tv has a boatload of movies, and maybe we take the boat out for a little adventure. Ever been to Cuba?”
Beth tossed her hair over her shoulder and looked at Rick, then back at Victor. “Well, there’s the small matter of your hotel fees,” she said playfully, wiggling her shoulders and winking at him.
“Ah yes, those,” he said, placing a hand on her leg. They both gasped as he did this but didn’t protest.
“I think the fee should be thirty minutes of tickle torture per night, because you get the friends and family discount, of course.” He winked, and Beth’s toes curled.
“Seems reasonable,” she said with a finger on her chin. “What do you think Rick?”
Then, he surprised them both.
“Well at a fine establishment like this, I expect you charge a resort fee? I’d hate to learn of it after the fact.”
Beth gasped, her mouth straight open as she backhanded his chest. “Don’t get me in trouble!”
“Of course our baretenders and cooks appreciate tips,” he added. Beth giggled and swatted Victor’s hand this time.
“You’re the worst.”
“And does this establishment have a dress code?” They were ignoring her protests already. It was exasperating. Thrilling.
“Oh my gosh, I’m screwed.”
Victor put in an absurd concierge accent now that made her laugh. “I’m glad you’ve asked, sir. For the sake of our other guests, we forbid socks on feet size nine and smaller.”
“Good to know…”
They laughed for a few moments and began discussing more sober subjects: safe words, limits, and guidelines of any play they engaged in. Beth and Rick found themselves quickly relaxed with him. Beth’s number one rule was nothing sexual. Despite their rather intimate moment right before they spotted the island, she wasn’t prepared to cross that line just yet. They even discussed a few fantasies they could play out while they were together, and everybody seemed optimistic.
At last, the conversation about all the technicalities came to an awkward lull, but Beth seized the initiative and slid closer to Victor. “I never did tip the chef last night,” she said, flashing a dazzling smile. Victor’s wicked grin made her regret it, but it was too late now.
“Well, what I’d like to do, is sort of just explore and see where you’re most ticklish,” he said. Beth nearly hiccuped at his mention of “the t-word” but she nodded.
Victor instructed Beth to sit between his knees and put her hands behind her head. She felt the cool air on her midriff again as her top rode up, and the breeze was contrasted by his body heat hitting her back like a wall. She was already giggling through her nose when she raised her hands behind her head and locked her fingers together.
Rick was leaning forward in his seat, eager to see the action. He was nearly wringing his hands. After weeks of hidden whispers about letting someone else work his girl over, driven by need and feral attraction, he could finally see it.
Beth felt just a hair safer than she did yesterday, as her top had sleeves, short though they were. Victor was in no hurry, it seemed, and leaned in so that his chest was touching her back, resting his chin on the top of her head.
“I can’t tell you how many times I’ve daydreamed about having you riiiggghhhhtttt here,” he crooned as his fingers gently walked up her ribcage. Beth was wiggling slightly, letting out a series of “mmmf” type sounds, and Victor chuckled at her.
She gritted her teeth, but her composure didn’t last another moment as he tasered both sides of her rib cage. Beth lurched forward, laughing loudly and wiggling at the hips. She had to fight to keep her arms where he told her, but she managed as his hands roamed and vibrated around her ribs.
Beth laughed easily and freely. She might have been dreading being under his fingers just a little, but when it just started like this, she was able to revel in it. She savored the loss of control as he forced her body to laugh. She lurched involuntarily as she tried to escape his hands, but that only resulted in her lurching farther into his other hand, and he squeezed her ribs harder.
Beth arched her back and looked at the ceiling as she squealed. Just as she was getting used to his hands, he altered his technique to a series of pokes that made her yelp, lurching violently away from his fingers. Her yelps gave way to loud giggles as the pokes came closer and closer together. She begged at last.
“Eep! Stahahahahappp!! Ho-Hehehehehehe oh gosh! Hehehe…”
“We are just beginning,” he taunted as he goosed her sides. She squealed and let out a fresh stream of giggles, slamming her eyes shut. By now she was straining her fingers to keep her hands together, pulling against each other and the instinct to protect her helpless sides. Her thin top offered so little protection as his fingers scribbled and pinched.
That was, until she felt his fingertips dancing along her bare skin. Her eyes flew open at the sensation of skin on skin, and was greeted with a fresh round of begging. “Nononono! Pleeheheheheheassssee!” She begged through her panicked giggles, but Victor didn’t care. He was going to get what he came for.
Victors fingers glided along her bare skin as he tickled her sides with reckless abandon. Beth’s giggles devolved into full on belly laughs, and she was wriggling harder against him as he prodded, spidered and squeezed. He knew how to pace himself it seemed, as just after a particularly violent few squeezes that had her screaming, and forced her hands apart, he slowed down. Her arms were half down, but she was back to slow giggling as his hands traced a single finger from her hip to her ribcage, one to each side.
She felt Victor nip her ear. “Hey Beth, you still ok?” He asked softly. She nodded through her giggles.
“You know your safeword?” She shook her head quickly at the taunt, and took a deep breath bracing herself.
“Easy hon, I just wanna make sure you remember. I’m gonna pick it back up once you have your breath back. Just tell me you remember it.”
Oh gosh, he had just been toying with her, but now he meant to make her safeword? Her insides melted and she let out a few panicked giggles, wriggling against him.
“Nod, tell me you remember it or we have to stop.” To emphasize, he laid his hands flat on her bare sides. The instant he withdrew the tickly sensation to her skin, she was relieved, even though she still giggled, but an instant later something deep inside her wanted it back. Needed it back.
“I’m, heheheh, I’m ok,” she mumbled through residual giggles.
“You remember?” He asked.
She looked over at Rick, and his jaw was on the floor, or at least she expected it was behind his hand. He let out a shuddering breath and she nodded, eyes locked on him.
“Good,” said Victor, and his fingers resumed their deadly trail up her sides. Beth’s arms shot down now, wrestling for his hands. She laughed loudly as she reached for his hands, using all of his fingers to gently tickle her skin.
“Doooonnnn’tttt!” She pouted, but Victor wasn’t listening.
Victor continued to attack her sides, his hands growing more aggressive as she wriggled and fought him. When she finally latched onto one of his hands, his free hand, now under her top, darted to the center of her belly as his finger explored her navel. Beth shrieked and arched her back. She kicked her legs against the couch and fought like a madwoman to get control of that hand. He laughed at her as he held her close and tickled her navel. While both of her hands lunged for that one, he darted his free hand into her underarm.
By now they had wrestled themselves onto their backs on the couch. Victor had his legs wrapped around hers, and all she could do was shake at the shoulders and hips to fight off his hands. It was a futile effort as she just laughed her head off.
“Staahahahahappp!” She begged. There was nothing more for her to do, she realized. All she could do was hope, beg, and plead. It was all up to him, and right now, he chose laughter.
Beth began to feel that stabbing pain in her ribs from laughing too hard. She tried to kick, but with his legs trapping hers, all she could do was buck her hips a few inches, but she remained his captive.
Desperate, she pleaded to his good nature as his hand found that deadly hip pocket again. “Stahahahap! My ribs hurt!” His chuckle in her ear was crueler than his fingers. Well-almost.
That chuckle said it all: deal with it. An electric shock jolted up her spine as she felt a warm sensation just below her ear. Poor Beth let out a scream that would deafen a cannoneer as she jerked violently to escape the tongue teasing her neck. Her hands lost all agency and flopped uselessly at her side. Victor seized the opportunity and yanked up her top for another assault on her midsection. He used a deep squeezing technique on either side of her navel, and Beth was through.
“Mercy!” She screamed before she devolved into a fit of cackling laughter. “Pleheheehehehaaassseee! I cahahahahannn’t!”
“I suppose this is just the tip,” he contemplated in a mocking tone. “You want mercy?” he asked.
“Plehehease!” she confirmed, nodding rapidly.
“What’s it worth to you?”
“A-anything!” she managed to get out before a fresh tickle attack left her in fits.
“I’ll claim last night’s hotel fee after Lunch. I’m taking every minute on your feet. Deal?”
“Ok, ok, you can have my feet!” she belted out between laughs, waving her hands like a fool rather than trying to fend off his.
“Good girl,” said Victor, and the tickling stopped almost immediately. Victor's hands laid flat on her tummy as he rubbed it, allowing her to calm down and get her breathing back to normal. The pressure of his arms wrapped around her gave Beth an odd feeling of safety, considering the activity they were just engaged in.
Victor rubbed Beth’s belly and shoulders for a few moments as her breathing steadied. Rick was barely able to form a sentence after what he just witnessed, but he and Victor chatted about beach activities, his boat, and a little about Victor’s experiences with canoes and sailing vessels. Beth was utterly exasperated, they were talking as if there wasn’t a beautiful woman recovering from an intense tickling between them. Literally between them, she was in Victor’s lap facing Rick.
“I think I’m gonna need a shower,” said Beth. Before she could make to rise, Victor tightened his grip on her tummy and held her back.
“Hold on there gorgeous, you have yet to pay the resort fee.”
The color drained from Beth’s face as she realized what that meant: another tickling.
Victor wrapped his legs back around her and flipped them over so that he was on top of her again, except he flipped her on her back and tugged her top up. Rick stood up and crossed the room to a chair.
Beth hoped he was going to tell Victor to cut her a break, but when he sat down she realized that was not the case. He wanted a better view of what was about to happen.
Rick wanted Victor to keep tickling her.
“I think one raspberry per night is a fair price,” he joked.
Beth pursed her lips, as if she was stopping herself from protesting. She looked up to see Victor salivating over her tummy. He was eying the curves of her side like a meal, the tiny definition lines outside of her navel. Her navel itself…he told her many times in chat how badly he wanted to lick chocolate out of it. He tugged her shorts all the way down to her hipbones, and all of her resistance melted.
“Ready?” He taunted. He smacked his lips, and it was too much for Beth’s delicate composure. She broke down in giggles.
“Oh man this might be the best week of my life,” he chuckled.
Beth stuck her tongue out at him, and paid for it immediately.
Victor nearly flung his face down, burrowing into the tender flesh with his stubble before he blew a loud raspberry right beneath her navel.
Victor loved the warm flesh of her tummy as he felt it against his face, and he especially loved the way her back arched further into his face. Beth lifted her bare legs as much as she could on either side of his torso, kicking back and forth as she screamed and cackled. He blew until he was out of breath, and then planted several kisses around her tummy.
Beth’s hands found their way to his head, and once the raspberry stopped, her grip loosened as she began running her hands through his thick hair.
“Hehehehe that was soooo mean!” she pouted, still wriggling slightly at the hips beneath him. Victor chuckled, but with one final kiss right on her navel, he stood up.
Victor was standing at attention in his thin cotton shorts, and even with her hair a mess, her cheeks red, and residual giggles on her breath, Beth loved the effect she had on him.
As she sat up, Victor patted her tummy and strode back into the kitchen, pouring a mug of coffee. “You two have fun playing beach bums. There’s a twelve pack of Corona’s in the fridge, you’re welcome to them.
Victor watched over his mug as Beth stood up, pulling her top as low as it could go, but still leaving her bellybutton exposed. Rick approached her, timidly taking her waist, unable to form words.
“What are you looking at?” she asked playfully.
“The sexiest woman on earth,” he managed to say. Rick didn’t waste a second before pulling his girlfriend into a passionate kiss. Victor had to wonder how the poor girl found the breath, but he felt himself quite satisfied after spending his morning tickling a beautiful woman in his house. Driving Rick mad with lust was just gravy.
Victor had no interest in playing with men, but he had to admit Rick added something extra fun to their arrangement.
He took his coffee and disappeared from the kitchen and living room while the love birds were caught up in their passions. He sat down at his desk with a sigh for a moment as he looked at his computer screen.
He had a dreaded email from his editor, Val. He knew he was late, but writing wasn’t like building cabinets or fixing cars. It wasn't a matter of parts plus tools plus time. His brain was the tool, and his parts. Right now it wasn’t making the parts or the tools he needed to finish this novel.
He clicked open Val’s email to reply to her. It was the usual drivel. It was rude to keep people waiting, the publisher’s timelines. He heard it all before, but he tuned it out. His eyes fixed on the last line of her email.
“Don’t make me come down there.”
Victor scoffed as he typed out his reply.
“Writing a novel isn’t as simple as doing a brake job, Val. I am working on it, writing today.”
He hesitated to write the rest, but he was sick of these emails. “My guest room is taken anyway.”
Victor fired off the email and opened his novel. He reread the last few paragraphs and he…was still stuck.
Victor took a peek at his all too empty coffee mug, and groaned. Like on far too many other days, he got up from his desk, not a single creative word typed, and trudged along the concrete floors to pour himself another cup.
Victor looked at the couch, where he just had his way with Beth, and smiled. They were good company, even without the promise of tickles. It was surprisingly refreshing to be around her and Rick. He hadn’t had a legitimate bond with anybody in a long while now.
Victor wasn’t a man without friends, or even a man with bad or fickle friends. He struggled with himself for a long time. He ignored his friends, he withdrew from it all, and after his book began selling off the shelves, he came out here. Somewhere almost impossible to pop in unannounced, limited access to communication, and no reason to see anyone.
Victor tried remembering the last time he had a friend over for more than coffee, but it was a struggle. The last person to visit was a fisherman he knew from his coast guard days, old Stevie. He stayed for some coffee, to untangle some nets, and then went on his way. Victor shook his head, and opened the door.
Victor didn’t have far to go before he spotted Beth laying on her beach towel under a palm tree, an arm over her head and sunglasses on. She might have been sleeping, or recovering from that tickling attack earlier, thought Victor with a chuckle.
He was content like that when he first came out here…what changed?
He watched Rick rush up to Beth, kneeling at her side with something in his hand, maybe a shell, he thought. Here were two young people, well, younger. 29 wasn’t exactly old, but he hadn’t felt young for a while. This younger couple was pushing the boundaries of their own relationship, probably on the trip of a lifetime to a private island, and so little was bothering them. He smiled, and went back to his office without even looking at the fresh cup of coffee, still steaming.
Victor stayed in his office until one in the afternoon. Meanwhile, Beth and Rick were enjoying a morning spent on the beach.
Beth had been laying out in the sand for a good twenty minutes when Rick came up to her with the most flawless silver shell he had ever seen. Beth stirred as he approached, careful not to kick up sand at her. She grinned up at him with that dazzling smile.
“Hey hot stuff,” she said as he knelt beside her. Beth leaned up onto her elbows and kissed Rick, placing a hand on his elbow. When he released her, he showed her the shell, easily the size of her palm.
“Oh my, that’s gorgeous,” she said, taking it in her hand and turning it over.
“Anywhere in a spring break town I bet it’d be smashed to bits,” chuckled Rick. Beth was admiring the shell when she looked up, and saw Rick’s eyes elsewhere. He was looking over her shoulder and went rigid.
“Looks like your admirer came to gape,” he said with a smirk.
“Mmm, well, let him look. Was it hard for you to watch him work me over like that?”
“A bit, but…damn it was hot. I’ve never seen you so panicked.”
“I think it was about as intense as I’ve ever had it for those few minutes,” she said with a slight shudder.
“You were not ready,” he joked. “You gave up your feet without hesitating.”
Beth squished her feet into the sand at the mention. “I’m sure he will make me regret that. But you know the part that really turned me on, more than the tickling, the hot guy pushed up on me?”
“What’s that?”
“How you reclaimed me. Baby, I don’t know if you ever kissed me like that.” Rick blushed, but chewed on his lip.
“I was so horny for you,” he admitted.
“If I knew, I would have had Victor work me over months ago.” She lowered her sunglasses and lifted a foot from the sand to tease Rick’s growing erection. He nearly lost his balance, making Beth giggle.
“Hmm,” said Rick, looking back.
“What?”
“He went back inside.”
“My feet are safe,” she giggled. “Now come finish reclaiming me.
Beth stood and undid her bikini strings before she ran into the waves with Rick on her heels.
Beth and Rick made love on the damp sand with the waves crashing over them, and it was some of the best they had ever had. They lingered in the waves a while before they put their clothes back on, and laid side by side together in the sun.
They took a nice walk around the length of the island, and it only took twenty minutes or so as they walked hand in hand at an easy pace. They passed Doña Pluma, Rick’s boat (he refused to call it a yacht) and chatted about their friends, and what they were up to on their spring break.
They must have lost track of time, as it was after noon when they came back inside with their towels and a couple of empty beer bottles.
Beth looked around, a blue cover up tied around her waist, and only her black bikini top above that. “Vic?” She called towards the living room, but he wasn’t there.
“He poured some coffee,” said Rick, indicating the cup, but Beth came up and stuck her finger in.
“It’s cold,” she said.
Rick only shrugged but his stomach grumbled, and he went for the fridge. It was well stocked with enough food for a week or two, but Beth nudged him aside and came out with armloads of food.
She didn’t waste any time before turning on a series of burners and filling the pots and pans with food and spices. Rick knew she was in her element, so he stepped aside and shook out their sandy towels outside before he went behind the bar in the living room and started examining Victor’s stash.
“Smells like tacos, how do margaritas sound?”
“Rick, don’t rifle through his liquor!” she said.
“You rifled through his whole kitchen. Anyway he rifles through my girl and can’t spare some tequila? He said help ourselves.”
“I’m making lunch, he must be busy!”
Beth shook her head and rolled her eyes as Rick started blending. He did make a killer margarita, she thought. Hopefully Victor wouldn’t use it as an excuse to tickle her…
But hopefully he would, another part of her thought.
Beth finished up making the meal. Victor still hadn’t emerged, but Rick was setting out Margarita glasses when she looked down the hallway. Still no sign of Victor. That wouldn’t do.
Beth got a wicked grin on her face and requested a shot of Tequila. Rick’s face went blank when he realized what it was for.
Victor jumped at the sound of Beth knocking on the door. She giggled, and walked up to his desk, shot glass in hand.
“I made lunch.”
He shut his laptop and smiled at her, resting a hand on his chin. “If you told me you were hungry, I could have cooked for you guys.”
Beth was distracted for a moment by the seven or eight bookshelves lining the study. The white wood didn’t seem to reflect the almost dungeon like feel of the house without windows.
Hector beckoned her over with a single finger. The other ways he might use that same motion on her, soon, made her skin tingle with excitement and fear. Beth smiled and closed the small distance between them with an extra sway of her hips. His eyes took her in like a shot, roaming over every inch from her bikini top to her exposed tummy, and her exposed bare feet.
She quickly set the shot on his desk as he grabbed her hips and yanked her into his lap with a grin.
“I’m still sandy!” She protested over playful giggles. He stroked her bare tummy with a single finger, breathing into her ear.
“I’ll manage,” he said. Beth was squirming in his seat, huffing out irregular giggles, but letting his fingers roam across her midsection.
“Hi–nnnf. Vic, that tihihickles! Nnf, hehehe.” She smacked his hand at last as it wandered too close to her navel.
“Oooh, it does? Say it again,” Victor crooned just above a whisper. His fingertips had found her exposed ribs now, and she shook her head through her snorting giggles.
“Is that my lunch?” He asked, indicating the shot with a wink.
“Just a sho-hahat!” She pouted as he gently prodded her ribs.
“A body shot, perhaps?”
“Could be…” she admitted. The teasing tickles had stopped, but his right hand was now stroking the soles of her feet. He spread his palm over every smooth inch of her soles as he savored them.
“Tsk tsk,” he said. “You’re getting my study all sandy.”
Beth’s heart froze. She knew he wouldn’t have said that if he didn’t intend to punish her for it. She began a series of nervous giggles, and she started rubbing her feet together.
“I can clean them,” she suggested. He laughed into her neck, and damn her if the vibration itself didn’t tickle, making her neck squirm against his lips.
“You have five seconds. Come back, feet on my desk and i’ll, inspect them.” He winked, and she shuddered at whatever she had gotten herself into. She hesitated but then he locked eyes with her.
“Five…”
Beth shot from her seat and out of the office, only to aggressively rub her soles on the rug as if she were wiping rain from her shoes. Rick peered around the hallway, hearing her effort.
“Babe?”
He didn’t need to be told, the nervous smile and sense of urgency told him that Beth was doing some silly task for Victor.
Beth scurried back in the room as he heard “two…” in Victor’s voice. Rick was fully in the hallway now, and saw her slide into a swivel chair pulling her knees and feet into her chest.
Rick took slow, haunted steps down the hallway to see what his girlfriend was up to.
He heard a high pitched squeal, and sped up as fast as he dared before he found himself staring in the doorway. Beth was seated in a leather office chair with her heels in Victor’s desk. Victor was dragging his tongue up every square millimeter of her sole while Beth gripped the armrests tightly and giggled, bobbing her knees up and down in protest.
Victor reached her toes, and she threw her back against the chair, making it rock slightly when she laughed. Rick knew the tickler had found a death spot. Beth’s toes were the most ticklish place on her entire body.
He licked and nibbled her toes for a few seconds each and then smacked his mouth as if he were clearing his pallet. Beth’s breathing was picking up a bit, and she was still giggling with a hand over her mouth now. He stuck his tongue out and seemed to wipe it with his hand. “Ok no sand on that one, now the other.
Beth’s hands shot back to the armrests as she shut her eyes and huffed out rapid breaths through her nose, bracing herself.
Rick looked on with his mouth agape as Victor came in and licked Beth’s bare foot. She squealed the moment he made contact, and he held her ankles down firmly. Beth’s head was pressed against the back of the chair as she giggled. Rick watched as Victor’s tongue danced skillfully across all of her most sensitive spots: right under the ball, the stems of her toes, and he swore that he saw Victor nibble just below the pinky toe when Beth practically spat out a fresh set of laughs, reaching forward to protect her soles.
Victor finished after darting his tongue between her toes, savoring every desperate wriggle and jolt they made to escape as she shrieked. When he drew back, hands still on her ankles, Beth’s head buried in her knees, still laughing, he checked his mouth again.
“I taste sand…”
Beth’s eyes shot wide as she begged for him to be reasonable. Rick only leaned against the door, watching Beth reach her fingers forward to protect her vulnerable soles, only for Victor to goose her bare sides until she fell back in the chair.
He knew very well that Victor planned this, expecting it when he quickly swapped hands at her ankles and raked his fingers across both of her soft soles.
“Eeep! No fahahahaiirrrr! Hahahahahaha stop!” She begged and laughed as he dug into her tender arches with wiggling fingers, but the look on his face told the whole story: Victor had everything he wanted in the whole world right at his fingertips. Beth’s soft soles, Rick’s Beth’s soft soles, writhing and flailing away from his fingers. It just confirmed to Rick how lucky he was to have her, even as she laughed and bucked, and begged another man for mercy.
Victor, of course, had no reason to show mercy, and tickled and tickled those beautiful feet. She tried covering one with the other, tried reaching for him, or pulling out of his grip, but none of these techniques saved her until after two or three minutes, Victor decided he had enough. He slowed down his technique so that her mad cackles gave way to light giggles, and ended just stroking her soles with his knuckles. When he was confident she got her breath back, he gave each foot a kiss, making her yelp, and released her.
Beth got up to dash out of the room, but Victor caught her by the waist and pulled her into an embrace. His chest was heating her bare skin, his arms enveloping her, and she wasn’t at all sure that she wanted to move.
“Well then,” he said, “how about my body shot?”
Her face paled, but Beth didn’t fight. She walked meekly out of his arms towards the table. Victor took in a deep breath, savoring the moment. He took his laptop off the desk and dropped it onto a file cabinet with a loud enough thunk to make the others wince. With a flash of both arms, he cast off the mess of papers and writing implements that were there before, and just pointed to the table.
Beth shuddered, but she was determined to put on a show. She spun around so she was facing away from the desk, dramatically crossed one leg over the other, and laid back with a toss of her hair and an arch of her back.
She knew exactly where his devilish mind was taking him: her navel. Her hips gave a nervous, involuntary shudder at the thought.
Beth whimpered as he picked up the shot glass, but she knew better than to ask Victor to be nice. She looked to Rick for pity, but instead, she saw a phone in his hand, to document her torment.
She crumbled inside, and just looked straight at the ceiling as she felt the liquor cascade into her navel, filling it to the brim. She hissed as the lukewarm liquid sent a tingle up her spine. It was nothing like what came next.
She screamed.
Screamed, so loud that if they had been at a spring break motel, any sane person would expect a noise complaint.
Hector’s tongue plunged into her navel as he lapped up the tequila and sucked it out. Well after the tequila was gone, she felt his tongue poking her bellybutton, and let out a series of loud, high pitched laughs. She tried to curl into a ball, but Victor’s massive shoulders caught her knees as they came up, and all she could do was kick her feet up and down.
Victor had to repeat the process twice, as even her deep navel was not quite so deep as the shot glass. He took his time with each dose, rubbing his stubble into her belly and swirling his tongue around every inch of her navel. She wondered if his office had ever contained so much laughter as tears formed at the corners of her eyes.
Even as Victor finished off the shot, he pinned her hips to his desk and gave several long strokes of his tongue that began at the hem of her skirt and went well past her navel. Beth was sputtering with laughter.
“Its gone! Its gone!” She protested, struggling to reach for him, but he only grabbed her wrists and pinned them to her side, making Beth’s breathing speed up like a jackrabbit.
“You wiggled so much it spilled some. I don’t waste,” he said as he let the tip of his tongue zig zag up her belly. She slammed her eyes shut and let out a series of mad cackles that had a witch-like quality to them.
“What’s wrong? Do you want to walk around with tequila stains on your tummy?” he asked playfully, giving her a playful nibble just below the navel. She bucked like a bronco and let out a screaming laugh.
“What’s wrong? It tickles you son of a…” her eyes widened with fear at the evil smirk he gave her.
“I’m sorry, what did you call me?”
She let out a string of nervous giggles with her teeth closed, terrified of the punishment she knew he would dish out for that.
He blew a loud raspberry that made her laugh loudly and convulse like she was on Frankenstein’s table.
“I didn’t catch that?” he taunted.
Beth whimpered, and the bastard behind Victor chuckled at her, loving how her sass had gotten her in trouble with this cruel tickler.
“Son of a…very nice lady,” she offered in her most innocent voice.
“Oh you little liar,” he said, and in an instant, he released her wrists and went straight for her tummy. Both hands closed sideways across her tummy as if they were lobster claws as he began a gentle but rapid squeezing technique. Beth shook like a madwoman and broke into silent laughter, only to moments later let out a stream of belly laughs as her hands flailed to try and stop his.
Victor didn’t keep up the intense technique long, but went down to squeeze her hips, but only lingered a moment, earning a shriek and a few fresh laughs. He poked and pinched at her sides, making the poor girl writhe on his desk as he licked his lips. Beth tried turning onto her side, but his hand darted for her armpit and lingered there, squeezing and scratching with all five fingers.
Beth was effectively curled up in a ball by now, clamping down her upper arm and ineffectually swatting with the lower. That gave Victor the freedom to go after her feet again with his fingers.
“Noooo!” She begged through insane laughter. Rick took a step closer to see her toes curling as her soles desperately flailed to cover each other.
“Lu-lu-hahahahaha lunch! It’s…gonna be cold! Oh please! Hahahaha please, mercy!” She begged as her cheeks started to redden.
That seemed to get his attention as he withdrew an arm from her armpit and rested it on her bare side. He was still tracing his index finger up and down her curve. Tears of laughter stained her cheeks, and she continued to shake with it for a moment.
“I wouldn’t want that hard work to be in vain.” He helped Beth into a sitting position as she raked hair away from her red cheeks. There was a forced smile still plastered to her cheeks, and her chest rose and fell with heavy breaths and residual giggles.
“I am gonna have killer abs when we get back,” she giggled.
“Who says I’ll let you leave?” Victor asked sternly, and they both went stone silent until he chuckled at them.
“You two are too easy. Come on,” he said, reaching to help Beth down. She recoiled violently, a hand out to defend herself, fresh giggles on her breath. She looked at him like a cornered animal, and his features softened with good humor.
“Oh relax,” he said. Victor leaned over to kiss a giggling Beth’s cheek and affectionately rubbed her bare back. She seemed to relax slightly, and allowed him to help her down as they proceeded to the kitchen table. Rick noted with a chuckle that their host was walking awkwardly.
When Beth caught his gaze, she made a point of "accidentally" grazing Victor with the back of her hand. She got to enjoy his own flustered hiss for a moment. All she had to do was laugh to fluster him so badly. “Too easy,” she said in a low voice with a wink.
From there they discussed the impromptu tickle session, and how much fun they had all had. Victor asked if Beth thought the desk was too hard of a surface, but Beth assured him it was fine and she loved the spontanaeity. She loved being suddenly punished for her sass and ordered onto the table. Rick had never seen his girl so desperate, or so submissive. A small part of him wondered what she would offer if Victor hadn’t been hungry…
They switched topics as Victor asked them if they enjoyed the beach, and they said they had, but admitted to missing the other beach goers just a little. Victor offered to take them to one of the towns their friends were in later in the week, and even use his boat for a hotel room as it had the beds for it.
They thanked him and said they would think about it, but he had already done so much for him, and his island was really beautiful. They were enjoying having it all to themselves.
They hit the beach again shortly after lunch, and Victor joined them this time. He was mostly interested in swimming, but it was the first time they saw him shirtless. Beth definitely enjoyed the show, as he was covered in lean muscles and a few tattoos without giving extreme coverage.
After a little while, Victor revealed a volleyball court among some palm trees, and the three of them played for a while. Rick was a surprisingly good player, but Victor gave him a run for his money. At some point Beth stood at the net, dancing in her bikini and took a step to whichever side scored, making the boys laugh.
Suddenly, dark clouds started to swirl overhead and they heard thunder in the distance. Victor gestured towards the house.
“Time to head inside,” he said, and picked up his shirt to take off for the house. They didn’t beat the rain, which came on furiously. The short distance to the house had them all soaked, even as they shut the door, laughing.
“That shouldn’t last too long,” he told them, and looked for a clock to see it was only mid afternoon. He left to go dry off, and assumed they would do the same. Then, Rick gave them another idea.
“Maybe now is a good time for that foot tickle session?”
Victor stopped in his tracks, and turned to see Beth’s hand frozen as she was wringing out her hair. The two of them locked eyes, a greedy smirk meeting a nervous grin.
“I can think of nothing I would like more,” Victor said.
Beth pursed her lips and nudged Rick with her elbow. “After I get into dry clothes.” she said.
They disappeared into their respective rooms and got changed. Beth emerged with her hair down in a green top and black shorts. She applied a quick squirt of lotion to her feet before stepping back outside. She paused at the doorway, doing her best “runway strut” while the boys sat on the couch.
She had the desired result immediately as their attention was captured. Both men stopped what they were doing and stared as she walked down the hallway, did a little spin on her tiptoes, and then stopped right in front of them. She popped a heel up to flex her arch with a hand on her hip.
“I’m up here, boys,” she said with a giggle. Victor raised an eyebrow at her, not even apologizing for staring. Rick looked only slightly more guilty. Her heart rate spiked. The brief ticklings she had received up until now had been child’s play compared to what she expected now. In the moment, she wasn’t even sure how she survived those.
“How do you want me?” She asked at last, and Victor rubbed his hands together nervously while he looked at her like a prime rib.
“Why don’t we just start with your feet in my lap?” He suggested.
Beth approached with her hands floating at her sides, but stopped in front of Victor. “Should I sit in Rick’s lap, and keep my feet in yours, or just sit on your other side?”
Victor rubbed his chin, then reached around the back of her bare knees.
“Ipe!” She yelped, but came closer so their knees were touching with a giggle. Victor’s hands were tracing tiny circles in the back of her knees, causing her legs to shake and more yelps to escape the beautiful blonde.
“Lay across Rick’s, I may need him to hold you still for me,” he said, beckoning to Rick.
“I think you’re in trouble,” Rick barely got out, as if his throat had gone dry.
Beth shivered at her boyfriend’s words, but plopped on the couch next to him, and rotated her pretty bare feet over his lap so that her knees were in his, and her ankles rested directly in Victor’s lap.
Victor smiled as he reverently raised her bare foot to his face and planted the gentlest of kisses on it, and then repeated on the other. Beth let out a barely audible gasp, and Rick knew it was pleasure. This man was seducing his girlfriend. His girlfriend was so hot, that this man let them come to his private island just to play with her.
Rick knew just how soft those soles were, just how little it would take to elicit giggles and laughs from the girl at the other end of the couch, and he knew just how hot Victor would find them.
And worst and best of all, Victor wasn’t in love with Beth. He would use those soles for every laugh and squeal and beg they would earn him, heedless of how much she suffered. He would be perfectly happy to dump her in her bed, a giggling, sweaty mess who needed her boyfriend to bring her back down. A flash of jealousy ran through Rick’s mind at the thought, but he also knew just how hot and bothered it made his Beth. He would be the one to reap those rewards.
Rick swallowed hard, his eyes locked on his girlfriend's wiggling blue toes as he took her hand.
Beth squeezed Rick’s hand back, and Victor grinned at them both. His palm was resting against her soles now, making Beth flinch, but after a breath she slowly eased them back onto his hands. Rick could feel her breathing picking up.
“Remember, your safeword for a break is yellow, red stops the scene. Rick, you remember too?” He asked. They both felt like they had just been strapped into a roller coaster, listening to the safety speech before they plunged into oblivion. Beth nodded, and Rick gave a thumbs up that made him feel ridiculously silly, boyish even, compared to this man who was about to use his girlfriend for his own pleasure.
Of course, Beth would be strapped down sooner than she knew it.
“I want to see just how ticklish you are. Does…” he took a single finger, and placed it on the ball of her foot, making her flinch. His grin of delight only made her wish she could melt on the spot. He traced the fingertip all the way down her sole, and she slammed her lips shut as tightly as she could.
Still, even that single finger sent a tickly sensations up her foot like a shock, or an open flame just a little too close. She could feel her abs tightening, preparing to laugh. She willed it to stop, commanded it. It was all in vain. The minute he started zig-zagging that finger across her arch she broke down in giggles, tilting her chin forward and letting them out in a steady stream. Her hair was blocking her face as she giggled, and Rick knew that look. That was a Beth determined to sit there and take it.
“Only 29 more minutes,” her boyfriend taunted.
Beth’s mind was quickly reminded of her more immediate problems when Victor’s fingers began wiggling into her arches.
Beth jerked her feet immediately, and broke down in rapid laughter. Her playful collected determination to resist was gone. He had thrown her into survival mode.
Victor's fingers skillfully located each sensitive spot across her size seven feet. He scratched at her heels to keep her giggling, pinched just below the balls of her feet to make her yelp, and spidered his fingers across her soles with reckless abandon. It wasn’t long before Rick had to lock her knees down with his arms.
“Hehehehey!” Beth protested, but Victor and Rick were both enjoying every moment of her suffering.
Victor held her toes back and attacked the pad under her toes, earning him a scream that broke down into wild laughter as she thrashed against the couch, desperately trying to pull her feet away.
Victor didn’t let up from this spot except to switch feet, eliciting a series of swear words and pleas from the petite blonde in his lap. As Beth struggled against his grip, she realized that there would be no escape. This tickling wasn’t going to stop until he wanted it to. She was his muse, his plaything. She was in pure bliss, even if her nerve endings insisted that this was a lie.
Victor had free reign over her soles and he took full advantage. He also made sure to pace Beth, as he knew half an hour’s pure frantic laughter would leave her unable to endure much as the days progressed. After thirty seconds to a minute of severe tickling, he slowed his technique to plucks at her toes or tracing figure 8s along her arches. She still giggled and squealed, but her breathing was far more steady. To erase any illusion of a break this might give, Victor was sure to scratch his fingers up the outer edges of her feet, and that always got him a high pitched squeal.
At one point, Beth thought she had gotten the better of him when she scrunched her toes down hard, covering one foot with the other, but Victor made her pay for this. He pinned her toes down and her feet together with one hand and scribbled his fingers along her instep. This earned fresh shrieks of laughter, making Beth buck like a madwoman at the other end of the couch. By the time she fought to spread her toes, Victor was tickling the stems all at once.
Victor tickled Beth’s soles for about ten minutes on the couch before he eased up entirely. He was only stroking her soles while Beth twitched and giggled on the couch.
“Is it over?” She asked hopefully, giggles still lacing her breath.
“Hardly,” said Victor. “But you need a break, and I need to…ahem, calm down.”
“Oh, is that what we’re calling it? Hehehehe, eeeek!”
Beth boldly stroked the arch of her foot along his shaft, making the gentlemen gasp: Victor in pleasure and surprise, and Rick in horror at how bold she was being. They hadn’t discussed that kind of play, but he had to admit, seeing Victor so out of control for his girl was a major turn on himself. He knew the girl in his lap was aware of that too, even as she squealed from a fresh scratch of Victor’s nails.
“Anyway,” Victor said, “I think we should continue somewhere more…comfortable.”
Beth chuckled, not at the marathon tickles, but at Victor’s implied request. She batted her eyelashes at him and put on an innocent tone.
“Are you asking me to bed, Victor?”
Victor actually blushed at the mention of it, and Rick’s breath caught in his throat. He had assumed sometime this week Beth’s adventures would lead there, but to have her on his bed…now…it was a lot to take in.
“Not in that sense,” he reassured them quickly. “But we will have more room to move. The floors are a bit hard, even with the rugs…” but before he could stammer on any further, she lifted a foot to his lips, shushing him. He kissed her big toe and held her foot there.
“Its ok,” she said. “Sounds nice, great place to be tickled.” Her toes curled, even as her sweet voice nearly melted Victor.
Without further ado, Victor stood, and led Beth by the hand, leaving Rick to trail after them.
Beth giggled as Victor led her back to his bedroom. To his bed. Where Victor had wanted her since before they met. Now, he had her there, and even Rick making Beth his girlfriend hadn't been enough to stop it.
At the same time, even when Victor was done making his girlfriend squeal, and laugh, and scream, and beg, and offer him anything, she was still going home with Rick.
Victor opened the door to his bedroom without looking back, and Beth flopped down on the bed with her arms out. She rubbed her cheek into the white sheets and took a deep inhale, as if she was smelling for Victor. His stomach did a backflip watching, even as Victor got on the other side, and knelt on the mattress.
“Flip on your tummy, feet in the air,” he said. Rick took an audible breath as he watched Beth wink at him before sliding into the pose, propping her chin up on a hand.
“How much trouble am I in?” She asked Rick.
“More than you can handle,” he said, trying to keep his voice playful. He didn’t want her to see the thrill and torture he was going through in this whole ordeal, because he wasn’t sure which it was himself.
“Oh come on,” said Victor, tracing a finger up Beth’s flexed arch. That very second her foot went rigid, and you could see a lightning bolt fire up her back as she lurched forward onto her elbows, and her foot twitched right into Victor’s torso.
“Eeeek!” She squealed, but Victor only chuckled at her, holding her ankles still.
“I’ll be gentle…at first.”
That was all she heard before he scribbled his fingers across both of her soles. Unlike last time, there was a lot more room for Beth to squirm and try to escape. She was nearly on her side in seconds, laughing and reaching backwards as if she could free her foot.
Victor made her pay for that mistake, goosing her exposed side a few times and making her shriek and pull her hand back.
“Don’t you try anything bratty on me!”
Victor had only just begun his exploration of her ticklish feet, it seemed. He had played with lighter tickles, heavier tickles, mouth tickles if she included the desk session, and she thought he had been pretty thorough. She was dead wrong.
The first thing Victor did was hold her toes apart and begin scratching in the spaces in between, and she lost her mind. He had to wrap an arm around her ankles in seconds or risk a kick, or worse, losing her feet. She could do little more than scream and cackle so loudly that Rick winced. When he nibbled the tips of her toes, she fell into silent laughter. It must have looked insane as she arched her back, hair flailing around her face with her head thrown back and mouth open in a forced smile, but no sound came out, even as she convulsed with laughter.
Victor explored each toe, between each one, all she could do was beg.
“Please, not there! Not my toes! No! Nahahahaoooooo! AAAAHHHH HHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Her begging must have been as much a drug for him as her laughter, because he didn’t pay any attention to it. If anything, he tickled her harder for it.
Beth could feel sweat lining her brow as tears welled in her eyes, and her sides ached from laughing. Her hair would soon be matted in it, but she didn’t care. All that mattered was ending this insanity.
Victor gave her toes a break as he finished with one foot, still making sure she would last, she guessed. He took his fingers and danced around her bare ankles. She could barely feel it, but found herself shaking at the ankles and giggling into the duvet, pounding her hands on the covers.
“Aawwww does that tickle?” Victor prodded, but Beth refused to answer, shaking her head as she clenched her fists. He was back to scratching a single finger along her soles, making them jerk and wiggle in his hands.
“Well if it doesn’t, then I guess I have to tickle harder.” Victor delivered on his threat moments later, digging into the balls of her feet. Beth was laughing in earnest after a few yelps, but even as she tossed her head from side to side, she still refused to admit it. Rick was grinning like a fool as he watched.
Victor only wanted to tickle her more as she stubbornly refused to admit her weakness. He quickly attacked Beth’s toes, sending her into a fit of mad cackles before she fell into silent laughter.
Rick grew concerned at her mad flailing, but Victor only taunted her. “Something to say, babe?”
“P-P-PLEAHEHEHEHEAASSSSEEE!”
“Please what, babe?” He asked again. Rick felt another pang of jealousy, and was about to protest. She was his babe, not Victors. But not once had she laughed like this for Rick…
“Not the toes!” she finally managed to beg, looking back at him with pleading eyes.
“Say it!” he demanded.
“Say whahahahat?” She giggled out as his fingers continued to tease.
“Oh you brat!” Victor attacked her toes again, and after only a few seconds, Beth was begging again.
“Okay okay! Hahahaha please!”
“Say it,” he demanded, gently scratching her arches.
“It tickles! It tickles!” She confessed, and Victor had the satisfied look of a man who backed an animal into a corner. His feast was only just beginning.
“Oh it does?” He said as he tickled down by her heels to a chorus of light giggles.
“Yes it tickles!” She screamed in frustration.
“Does that make you ticklish?”
If there is such a thing as a look of exasperation that is readable through forced laughter, Beth looked like that. She wasn’t sure how many more admissions she would have to make before he showed her mercy. If anything, they only made her laugh harder even if he tickled less to allow her to talk.
“I asked you a question!” He nibbled the ball of her foot, earning him a shrill screech of laughter.
Victor laughed but only continued to nibble her sensitive soles.
Beth jerked against the mattress and nearly buried her face in it, but couldn't do more than nod.
“What does that mean hon? You heard me?” She thrashed harder than ever, but only succeeded in flipping herself onto her back, leaving her knees bent and her ankles in a headlock.
“Yes!” She screamed before breaking down in laughter.
“Yes what, yes you heard me?”
“Yehehehessss I’m tihihicklissshhhh! Hahahaha how long?”
“How long? Do you want the tickling to stop already?” He taunted, making sure to scratch each toe as she screamed, her head to the side and eyes slammed shut. She convulsed with laughter, but Victor didn’t want to push her too hard.
“Yehehehehesss!” She pleaded. “I can’t! I can’t!”
“You can’t what, Beth?”
“Cahahahan’t tahahahakeee itttt! Pleheheheaaasssee!!”
“Oh no?” He taunted, and began scratching up the outer edge of her curvy feet.
“No more! No mohohohohoorrrreee! Ahhh hahahaahaha!”
Beth wasn’t even able to pound on the mattress any longer as Victor slowed his technique to a delicate trace of his finger, and then began rubbing her arches with his palm.
Beth laid facedown, breathing heavily into the mattress with the occasional fit of laughter coming out.
“I need…need…pee!” She managed to get out, and Rick swiftly helped her up and into the bathroom, and exited.
After a few seconds, she stumbled back to the doorway.
“I need a minute,” she gasped, and Victor took her hand, leading her back to the bed.
“You need a break,” he insisted, and laid her down. He placed a pillow under her head and another under her feet, rubbing her back gently. Beth took several deep breaths, and her toes curled and twitched involuntarily.
“That was so meeeaaannn!”
“I still have a few minutes left,” Victor teased, and Beth whimpered. Victor chuckled, and assured Beth that he planned to use it to gently tickle and worship her feet.
“You did a great job, Beth. That was a lot, was it fun?” he asked, laying beside her, and tracing her upturned sole. Her foot jerked, but didn’t retreat as she let out a light giggle.
Victor spent the next several minutes dragging his lips along her soles, planting kisses, and giving a light nibble here and there. As his lips pressed into her arch with a soft smack, she giggled again. “This is much nicer.”
Victor scratched her soles with a slow wiggling, making her feet wiggle at the ankles. She let out a few light giggles as he continued, but she let herself enjoy the sensation. “You didn’t come here for nicer.”
Beth mumbled something into her pillow, followed by a shriek as Victor pinched the back of her thighs.
Victor chuckled, continuing to lavish her arches with kisses, dragging his tongue gently across the soles of her feet. She giggled lightly when he sucked on her toes, and after a brief nibbling that had her giggling steadily, he patted her feet, and let the session end.
Beth rolled onto her back and started trying to tie up her hair, as it had long since become loose. “I’m so sweaty,” she giggled.
“I’m sure you’re a bit sore too. Why don’t you hop in the shower and lay down, Rick and I will make dinner.”
They helped Beth up off of Victor’s bed, each giving her a hug, and then they went to make good on their promise of dinner.
“You guys like Italian?” asked Victor.
“Who doesn’t?” Rick replied.
“Know how to cook?”
“Dorm room food,” said Rick with a shrug, making Victor chuckle.
“Come on, learn somethin,” said Victor.
Beth shook her head as she leaned in the doorway. Victor had just wrecked her to within an inch of passing out, and they were chatting like old friends. She leaned there a moment, enjoying the rush of endorphins that always followed a session. No matter how much she suffered, she always loved the feeling right after a session. She felt so alive.
Beth stepped into the shower, and the hot water rejuvenated her tired muscles. The steam soothed her aching throat, and made her feel clean again. As she stepped out, she slipped back into her pink running shorts and grey tshirt, tying her hair in a messy bun.
She walked out to the kitchen, smelling garlic and salt. She took a deep inhale before she sat down at the table to watch the boys, bent over the burners.
Rick poured her a glass of white wine when he saw her, and before long they sat down to a dish of pasta with chicken and a creamy alfredo sauce.
“Mmm, this my reward for enduring a half hour of tickle torture?”
Rick kissed her neck, making her squeak and shut her eyes. “That comes tonight.”
They all laughed and ate their meal as the evening wound down, even relaxing and watching some TV on the couch afterwards. Victor made them a pitcher of Piña coladas, and they had a pleasant buzz going on as he massaged Beth’s feet and Rick worked her shoulders.
Victor cleared away the empty glasses after a while, and Beth and Rick stood.
“Just where do you think you’re going?” Victor asked, and Beth’s face paled.
“T-to bed…”
“Not without your bedtime story,” said Victor, and pointed to the seat. Beth slowly shuffled towards him, and sat beside him.
“Give me your feet,” he demanded, and Beth looked down before handing her feet over, right into his lap.
Victor rubbed his palms along her soles twice before he plucked at her big toe, squeezing it gently and wiggling it. “This little piggy went to the mart.”
Beth covered her mouth as she giggled, but didnt protest as he gently tickled each toe.
Victor gently scratched the stem of each toe as he recited. “This little piggy stayed home.”
Poor Beth’s shoulders were shuddering with giggles, but her eyes showed nothing but delight. Victor followed his hands planting a kiss on each toe. Her giggling got louder and louder by the little piggy who had roast beef. She covered her entire face with both hands for the little piggy who had none. By the time he reached the last one, she threw her head back and squeaked with laughter.
“And this little piggy said wheeeee! All the way home!” He scribbled his fingers up and down her sensitive soles for only fifteen seconds or so before switching feet. Beth was red faced by the end of it, but her toes were wiggling happily at Victor, as if wishing him goodnight.
By the time Victor had tickled both of Beth’s feet, she was still in a giggly and playful mood.
She blew Victor a kiss as she and Rick went to bed for the night. As they crawled into the soft sheets and shut off the light, she rubbed her soles into the sheets, trying her best to forget the sensation.
Rick gave her a kiss goodnight as they whispered to each other. When they were both too tired to continue, Beth turned over, and her boyfriend snuggled her.
“You are so screwed when he ties you up.”
To be continued…
If you haven't read chapter 1, see link.
https://www.ticklingforum.com/threads/beach-house-bargain-m-f-tickling-cuckold.455668/
Beach House Bargain
Chapter 2: Sand, Sun, and Soles
Saturday
Chapter 2: Sand, Sun, and Soles
Saturday
Beth woke up alone in her bedroom at Victor’s island home. The island itself was a tropical paradise, but Victor’s home was actually converted from an old bunker. What it lacked in resort style aesthetics it more than made up for with a warm, homey feeling.
The small window in her room let in more light than its size might suggest, but without the lamp it was still dark everywhere the window didn’t reach.
Beth slid out of bed in her pink cotton shorts and gray tshirt and stretched. She felt a cool breeze on her midriff as her top rode up, and grinned to herself. “Good thing the boys aren’t here or you’d be in trouble,” she thought to her tummy. At the same time, a stray thread broke loose and slid down her bare belly making her squeak, as if to remind her they were both in trouble.
She took her time and brushed her hair into a low ponytail, and for some reason, applied just a splash of body spray to her wrist before she sauntered outside. She hesitated at the door, and went back for the green feather Victor left on their bed the previous night, and fixed it into her hair as if it were a flower at a luau. Now she was ready.
The only question that really remained was if she would run into her wonderful, handsome boyfriend first, or the bull who invited the pair of them to stay on his island in exchange for tickling Beth breathless.
He actually hadn’t tickled her yet, not with any serious intention anyway. On the ride over yesterday, he tickled her for a bet, and when she lost, he carried her out of Rick's sight to massage and worship her feet. The only thing more amazing was how hot Rick was for her when they went to bed a few hours later.
Victor had given them a brief tour of the house, made a nice, if simple dinner and after a few minutes chatting, he went to bed and left them with some champagne. Beth didn’t blame him, after all, she only realized after they arrived that their little cruise lasted nearly four hours into the late afternoon, and he had done it twice that day.
Still, this was more than her spring break. This was her first real tickle session. Rick had tickled her plenty, but he never made it last. He never tied her up, and he never really, truly, destroyed her with it.
Victor was an animal, and she was here to be his prey. It was oddly thrilling. She wanted to be totally helpless, at the mercy of somebody who simply had none. She wanted to beg, bargain, and appeal to his humanity, and she wanted him to ignore it all.
Rick, also, it seemed took a special thrill from watching his girl worked over, really used. He wanted to see her do things she never did for him. Neither of them could explain it, so they stopped trying.
And here they were.
Beth smiled as her bare feet padded down the long rug towards the kitchen. All she had to do to make the boys drool was to wiggle her toes, and she loved that.
When she opened the kitchen door, she found her boyfriend. He was so cute with his bedhead, and even cuter with a mimosa in his hand. She took it with a grin and took a long sip. “Last of the bubbly?” He nodded and sipped his own.
“Where’s Victor?” she asked. Rick raised his eyebrows and pinched her waist. She squeaked and slid away, fighting to keep her drink upright.
“So taken with him, are you? More than your boyfriend who just made you a mimosa?”
“Oh hush,” she said, stroking his chest as she kissed him good morning.
“He was jogging on the beach, something of an early riser.”
They had breakfast together a little later, but didnt talk much, as Victor was out of breath. It was only after breakfast that they sat together on the couch and discussed what they expected to do that week.
“I don’t wanna kill your spring break vibe, so I was planning to stay out of your hair unless you specifically wanted me around,” he started. “And I have other things to do, so no pressure there. I’ve got some beach stuff if you guys want it, you can always take the little boat out, the tv has a boatload of movies, and maybe we take the boat out for a little adventure. Ever been to Cuba?”
Beth tossed her hair over her shoulder and looked at Rick, then back at Victor. “Well, there’s the small matter of your hotel fees,” she said playfully, wiggling her shoulders and winking at him.
“Ah yes, those,” he said, placing a hand on her leg. They both gasped as he did this but didn’t protest.
“I think the fee should be thirty minutes of tickle torture per night, because you get the friends and family discount, of course.” He winked, and Beth’s toes curled.
“Seems reasonable,” she said with a finger on her chin. “What do you think Rick?”
Then, he surprised them both.
“Well at a fine establishment like this, I expect you charge a resort fee? I’d hate to learn of it after the fact.”
Beth gasped, her mouth straight open as she backhanded his chest. “Don’t get me in trouble!”
“Of course our baretenders and cooks appreciate tips,” he added. Beth giggled and swatted Victor’s hand this time.
“You’re the worst.”
“And does this establishment have a dress code?” They were ignoring her protests already. It was exasperating. Thrilling.
“Oh my gosh, I’m screwed.”
Victor put in an absurd concierge accent now that made her laugh. “I’m glad you’ve asked, sir. For the sake of our other guests, we forbid socks on feet size nine and smaller.”
“Good to know…”
They laughed for a few moments and began discussing more sober subjects: safe words, limits, and guidelines of any play they engaged in. Beth and Rick found themselves quickly relaxed with him. Beth’s number one rule was nothing sexual. Despite their rather intimate moment right before they spotted the island, she wasn’t prepared to cross that line just yet. They even discussed a few fantasies they could play out while they were together, and everybody seemed optimistic.
At last, the conversation about all the technicalities came to an awkward lull, but Beth seized the initiative and slid closer to Victor. “I never did tip the chef last night,” she said, flashing a dazzling smile. Victor’s wicked grin made her regret it, but it was too late now.
“Well, what I’d like to do, is sort of just explore and see where you’re most ticklish,” he said. Beth nearly hiccuped at his mention of “the t-word” but she nodded.
Victor instructed Beth to sit between his knees and put her hands behind her head. She felt the cool air on her midriff again as her top rode up, and the breeze was contrasted by his body heat hitting her back like a wall. She was already giggling through her nose when she raised her hands behind her head and locked her fingers together.
Rick was leaning forward in his seat, eager to see the action. He was nearly wringing his hands. After weeks of hidden whispers about letting someone else work his girl over, driven by need and feral attraction, he could finally see it.
Beth felt just a hair safer than she did yesterday, as her top had sleeves, short though they were. Victor was in no hurry, it seemed, and leaned in so that his chest was touching her back, resting his chin on the top of her head.
“I can’t tell you how many times I’ve daydreamed about having you riiiggghhhhtttt here,” he crooned as his fingers gently walked up her ribcage. Beth was wiggling slightly, letting out a series of “mmmf” type sounds, and Victor chuckled at her.
She gritted her teeth, but her composure didn’t last another moment as he tasered both sides of her rib cage. Beth lurched forward, laughing loudly and wiggling at the hips. She had to fight to keep her arms where he told her, but she managed as his hands roamed and vibrated around her ribs.
Beth laughed easily and freely. She might have been dreading being under his fingers just a little, but when it just started like this, she was able to revel in it. She savored the loss of control as he forced her body to laugh. She lurched involuntarily as she tried to escape his hands, but that only resulted in her lurching farther into his other hand, and he squeezed her ribs harder.
Beth arched her back and looked at the ceiling as she squealed. Just as she was getting used to his hands, he altered his technique to a series of pokes that made her yelp, lurching violently away from his fingers. Her yelps gave way to loud giggles as the pokes came closer and closer together. She begged at last.
“Eep! Stahahahahappp!! Ho-Hehehehehehe oh gosh! Hehehe…”
“We are just beginning,” he taunted as he goosed her sides. She squealed and let out a fresh stream of giggles, slamming her eyes shut. By now she was straining her fingers to keep her hands together, pulling against each other and the instinct to protect her helpless sides. Her thin top offered so little protection as his fingers scribbled and pinched.
That was, until she felt his fingertips dancing along her bare skin. Her eyes flew open at the sensation of skin on skin, and was greeted with a fresh round of begging. “Nononono! Pleeheheheheheassssee!” She begged through her panicked giggles, but Victor didn’t care. He was going to get what he came for.
Victors fingers glided along her bare skin as he tickled her sides with reckless abandon. Beth’s giggles devolved into full on belly laughs, and she was wriggling harder against him as he prodded, spidered and squeezed. He knew how to pace himself it seemed, as just after a particularly violent few squeezes that had her screaming, and forced her hands apart, he slowed down. Her arms were half down, but she was back to slow giggling as his hands traced a single finger from her hip to her ribcage, one to each side.
She felt Victor nip her ear. “Hey Beth, you still ok?” He asked softly. She nodded through her giggles.
“You know your safeword?” She shook her head quickly at the taunt, and took a deep breath bracing herself.
“Easy hon, I just wanna make sure you remember. I’m gonna pick it back up once you have your breath back. Just tell me you remember it.”
Oh gosh, he had just been toying with her, but now he meant to make her safeword? Her insides melted and she let out a few panicked giggles, wriggling against him.
“Nod, tell me you remember it or we have to stop.” To emphasize, he laid his hands flat on her bare sides. The instant he withdrew the tickly sensation to her skin, she was relieved, even though she still giggled, but an instant later something deep inside her wanted it back. Needed it back.
“I’m, heheheh, I’m ok,” she mumbled through residual giggles.
“You remember?” He asked.
She looked over at Rick, and his jaw was on the floor, or at least she expected it was behind his hand. He let out a shuddering breath and she nodded, eyes locked on him.
“Good,” said Victor, and his fingers resumed their deadly trail up her sides. Beth’s arms shot down now, wrestling for his hands. She laughed loudly as she reached for his hands, using all of his fingers to gently tickle her skin.
“Doooonnnn’tttt!” She pouted, but Victor wasn’t listening.
Victor continued to attack her sides, his hands growing more aggressive as she wriggled and fought him. When she finally latched onto one of his hands, his free hand, now under her top, darted to the center of her belly as his finger explored her navel. Beth shrieked and arched her back. She kicked her legs against the couch and fought like a madwoman to get control of that hand. He laughed at her as he held her close and tickled her navel. While both of her hands lunged for that one, he darted his free hand into her underarm.
By now they had wrestled themselves onto their backs on the couch. Victor had his legs wrapped around hers, and all she could do was shake at the shoulders and hips to fight off his hands. It was a futile effort as she just laughed her head off.
“Staahahahahappp!” She begged. There was nothing more for her to do, she realized. All she could do was hope, beg, and plead. It was all up to him, and right now, he chose laughter.
Beth began to feel that stabbing pain in her ribs from laughing too hard. She tried to kick, but with his legs trapping hers, all she could do was buck her hips a few inches, but she remained his captive.
Desperate, she pleaded to his good nature as his hand found that deadly hip pocket again. “Stahahahap! My ribs hurt!” His chuckle in her ear was crueler than his fingers. Well-almost.
That chuckle said it all: deal with it. An electric shock jolted up her spine as she felt a warm sensation just below her ear. Poor Beth let out a scream that would deafen a cannoneer as she jerked violently to escape the tongue teasing her neck. Her hands lost all agency and flopped uselessly at her side. Victor seized the opportunity and yanked up her top for another assault on her midsection. He used a deep squeezing technique on either side of her navel, and Beth was through.
“Mercy!” She screamed before she devolved into a fit of cackling laughter. “Pleheheehehehaaassseee! I cahahahahannn’t!”
“I suppose this is just the tip,” he contemplated in a mocking tone. “You want mercy?” he asked.
“Plehehease!” she confirmed, nodding rapidly.
“What’s it worth to you?”
“A-anything!” she managed to get out before a fresh tickle attack left her in fits.
“I’ll claim last night’s hotel fee after Lunch. I’m taking every minute on your feet. Deal?”
“Ok, ok, you can have my feet!” she belted out between laughs, waving her hands like a fool rather than trying to fend off his.
“Good girl,” said Victor, and the tickling stopped almost immediately. Victor's hands laid flat on her tummy as he rubbed it, allowing her to calm down and get her breathing back to normal. The pressure of his arms wrapped around her gave Beth an odd feeling of safety, considering the activity they were just engaged in.
Victor rubbed Beth’s belly and shoulders for a few moments as her breathing steadied. Rick was barely able to form a sentence after what he just witnessed, but he and Victor chatted about beach activities, his boat, and a little about Victor’s experiences with canoes and sailing vessels. Beth was utterly exasperated, they were talking as if there wasn’t a beautiful woman recovering from an intense tickling between them. Literally between them, she was in Victor’s lap facing Rick.
“I think I’m gonna need a shower,” said Beth. Before she could make to rise, Victor tightened his grip on her tummy and held her back.
“Hold on there gorgeous, you have yet to pay the resort fee.”
The color drained from Beth’s face as she realized what that meant: another tickling.
Victor wrapped his legs back around her and flipped them over so that he was on top of her again, except he flipped her on her back and tugged her top up. Rick stood up and crossed the room to a chair.
Beth hoped he was going to tell Victor to cut her a break, but when he sat down she realized that was not the case. He wanted a better view of what was about to happen.
Rick wanted Victor to keep tickling her.
“I think one raspberry per night is a fair price,” he joked.
Beth pursed her lips, as if she was stopping herself from protesting. She looked up to see Victor salivating over her tummy. He was eying the curves of her side like a meal, the tiny definition lines outside of her navel. Her navel itself…he told her many times in chat how badly he wanted to lick chocolate out of it. He tugged her shorts all the way down to her hipbones, and all of her resistance melted.
“Ready?” He taunted. He smacked his lips, and it was too much for Beth’s delicate composure. She broke down in giggles.
“Oh man this might be the best week of my life,” he chuckled.
Beth stuck her tongue out at him, and paid for it immediately.
Victor nearly flung his face down, burrowing into the tender flesh with his stubble before he blew a loud raspberry right beneath her navel.
Victor loved the warm flesh of her tummy as he felt it against his face, and he especially loved the way her back arched further into his face. Beth lifted her bare legs as much as she could on either side of his torso, kicking back and forth as she screamed and cackled. He blew until he was out of breath, and then planted several kisses around her tummy.
Beth’s hands found their way to his head, and once the raspberry stopped, her grip loosened as she began running her hands through his thick hair.
“Hehehehe that was soooo mean!” she pouted, still wriggling slightly at the hips beneath him. Victor chuckled, but with one final kiss right on her navel, he stood up.
Victor was standing at attention in his thin cotton shorts, and even with her hair a mess, her cheeks red, and residual giggles on her breath, Beth loved the effect she had on him.
As she sat up, Victor patted her tummy and strode back into the kitchen, pouring a mug of coffee. “You two have fun playing beach bums. There’s a twelve pack of Corona’s in the fridge, you’re welcome to them.
Victor watched over his mug as Beth stood up, pulling her top as low as it could go, but still leaving her bellybutton exposed. Rick approached her, timidly taking her waist, unable to form words.
“What are you looking at?” she asked playfully.
“The sexiest woman on earth,” he managed to say. Rick didn’t waste a second before pulling his girlfriend into a passionate kiss. Victor had to wonder how the poor girl found the breath, but he felt himself quite satisfied after spending his morning tickling a beautiful woman in his house. Driving Rick mad with lust was just gravy.
Victor had no interest in playing with men, but he had to admit Rick added something extra fun to their arrangement.
He took his coffee and disappeared from the kitchen and living room while the love birds were caught up in their passions. He sat down at his desk with a sigh for a moment as he looked at his computer screen.
He had a dreaded email from his editor, Val. He knew he was late, but writing wasn’t like building cabinets or fixing cars. It wasn't a matter of parts plus tools plus time. His brain was the tool, and his parts. Right now it wasn’t making the parts or the tools he needed to finish this novel.
He clicked open Val’s email to reply to her. It was the usual drivel. It was rude to keep people waiting, the publisher’s timelines. He heard it all before, but he tuned it out. His eyes fixed on the last line of her email.
“Don’t make me come down there.”
Victor scoffed as he typed out his reply.
“Writing a novel isn’t as simple as doing a brake job, Val. I am working on it, writing today.”
He hesitated to write the rest, but he was sick of these emails. “My guest room is taken anyway.”
Victor fired off the email and opened his novel. He reread the last few paragraphs and he…was still stuck.
Victor took a peek at his all too empty coffee mug, and groaned. Like on far too many other days, he got up from his desk, not a single creative word typed, and trudged along the concrete floors to pour himself another cup.
Victor looked at the couch, where he just had his way with Beth, and smiled. They were good company, even without the promise of tickles. It was surprisingly refreshing to be around her and Rick. He hadn’t had a legitimate bond with anybody in a long while now.
Victor wasn’t a man without friends, or even a man with bad or fickle friends. He struggled with himself for a long time. He ignored his friends, he withdrew from it all, and after his book began selling off the shelves, he came out here. Somewhere almost impossible to pop in unannounced, limited access to communication, and no reason to see anyone.
Victor tried remembering the last time he had a friend over for more than coffee, but it was a struggle. The last person to visit was a fisherman he knew from his coast guard days, old Stevie. He stayed for some coffee, to untangle some nets, and then went on his way. Victor shook his head, and opened the door.
Victor didn’t have far to go before he spotted Beth laying on her beach towel under a palm tree, an arm over her head and sunglasses on. She might have been sleeping, or recovering from that tickling attack earlier, thought Victor with a chuckle.
He was content like that when he first came out here…what changed?
He watched Rick rush up to Beth, kneeling at her side with something in his hand, maybe a shell, he thought. Here were two young people, well, younger. 29 wasn’t exactly old, but he hadn’t felt young for a while. This younger couple was pushing the boundaries of their own relationship, probably on the trip of a lifetime to a private island, and so little was bothering them. He smiled, and went back to his office without even looking at the fresh cup of coffee, still steaming.
Victor stayed in his office until one in the afternoon. Meanwhile, Beth and Rick were enjoying a morning spent on the beach.
Beth had been laying out in the sand for a good twenty minutes when Rick came up to her with the most flawless silver shell he had ever seen. Beth stirred as he approached, careful not to kick up sand at her. She grinned up at him with that dazzling smile.
“Hey hot stuff,” she said as he knelt beside her. Beth leaned up onto her elbows and kissed Rick, placing a hand on his elbow. When he released her, he showed her the shell, easily the size of her palm.
“Oh my, that’s gorgeous,” she said, taking it in her hand and turning it over.
“Anywhere in a spring break town I bet it’d be smashed to bits,” chuckled Rick. Beth was admiring the shell when she looked up, and saw Rick’s eyes elsewhere. He was looking over her shoulder and went rigid.
“Looks like your admirer came to gape,” he said with a smirk.
“Mmm, well, let him look. Was it hard for you to watch him work me over like that?”
“A bit, but…damn it was hot. I’ve never seen you so panicked.”
“I think it was about as intense as I’ve ever had it for those few minutes,” she said with a slight shudder.
“You were not ready,” he joked. “You gave up your feet without hesitating.”
Beth squished her feet into the sand at the mention. “I’m sure he will make me regret that. But you know the part that really turned me on, more than the tickling, the hot guy pushed up on me?”
“What’s that?”
“How you reclaimed me. Baby, I don’t know if you ever kissed me like that.” Rick blushed, but chewed on his lip.
“I was so horny for you,” he admitted.
“If I knew, I would have had Victor work me over months ago.” She lowered her sunglasses and lifted a foot from the sand to tease Rick’s growing erection. He nearly lost his balance, making Beth giggle.
“Hmm,” said Rick, looking back.
“What?”
“He went back inside.”
“My feet are safe,” she giggled. “Now come finish reclaiming me.
Beth stood and undid her bikini strings before she ran into the waves with Rick on her heels.
Beth and Rick made love on the damp sand with the waves crashing over them, and it was some of the best they had ever had. They lingered in the waves a while before they put their clothes back on, and laid side by side together in the sun.
They took a nice walk around the length of the island, and it only took twenty minutes or so as they walked hand in hand at an easy pace. They passed Doña Pluma, Rick’s boat (he refused to call it a yacht) and chatted about their friends, and what they were up to on their spring break.
They must have lost track of time, as it was after noon when they came back inside with their towels and a couple of empty beer bottles.
Beth looked around, a blue cover up tied around her waist, and only her black bikini top above that. “Vic?” She called towards the living room, but he wasn’t there.
“He poured some coffee,” said Rick, indicating the cup, but Beth came up and stuck her finger in.
“It’s cold,” she said.
Rick only shrugged but his stomach grumbled, and he went for the fridge. It was well stocked with enough food for a week or two, but Beth nudged him aside and came out with armloads of food.
She didn’t waste any time before turning on a series of burners and filling the pots and pans with food and spices. Rick knew she was in her element, so he stepped aside and shook out their sandy towels outside before he went behind the bar in the living room and started examining Victor’s stash.
“Smells like tacos, how do margaritas sound?”
“Rick, don’t rifle through his liquor!” she said.
“You rifled through his whole kitchen. Anyway he rifles through my girl and can’t spare some tequila? He said help ourselves.”
“I’m making lunch, he must be busy!”
Beth shook her head and rolled her eyes as Rick started blending. He did make a killer margarita, she thought. Hopefully Victor wouldn’t use it as an excuse to tickle her…
But hopefully he would, another part of her thought.
Beth finished up making the meal. Victor still hadn’t emerged, but Rick was setting out Margarita glasses when she looked down the hallway. Still no sign of Victor. That wouldn’t do.
Beth got a wicked grin on her face and requested a shot of Tequila. Rick’s face went blank when he realized what it was for.
Victor jumped at the sound of Beth knocking on the door. She giggled, and walked up to his desk, shot glass in hand.
“I made lunch.”
He shut his laptop and smiled at her, resting a hand on his chin. “If you told me you were hungry, I could have cooked for you guys.”
Beth was distracted for a moment by the seven or eight bookshelves lining the study. The white wood didn’t seem to reflect the almost dungeon like feel of the house without windows.
Hector beckoned her over with a single finger. The other ways he might use that same motion on her, soon, made her skin tingle with excitement and fear. Beth smiled and closed the small distance between them with an extra sway of her hips. His eyes took her in like a shot, roaming over every inch from her bikini top to her exposed tummy, and her exposed bare feet.
She quickly set the shot on his desk as he grabbed her hips and yanked her into his lap with a grin.
“I’m still sandy!” She protested over playful giggles. He stroked her bare tummy with a single finger, breathing into her ear.
“I’ll manage,” he said. Beth was squirming in his seat, huffing out irregular giggles, but letting his fingers roam across her midsection.
“Hi–nnnf. Vic, that tihihickles! Nnf, hehehe.” She smacked his hand at last as it wandered too close to her navel.
“Oooh, it does? Say it again,” Victor crooned just above a whisper. His fingertips had found her exposed ribs now, and she shook her head through her snorting giggles.
“Is that my lunch?” He asked, indicating the shot with a wink.
“Just a sho-hahat!” She pouted as he gently prodded her ribs.
“A body shot, perhaps?”
“Could be…” she admitted. The teasing tickles had stopped, but his right hand was now stroking the soles of her feet. He spread his palm over every smooth inch of her soles as he savored them.
“Tsk tsk,” he said. “You’re getting my study all sandy.”
Beth’s heart froze. She knew he wouldn’t have said that if he didn’t intend to punish her for it. She began a series of nervous giggles, and she started rubbing her feet together.
“I can clean them,” she suggested. He laughed into her neck, and damn her if the vibration itself didn’t tickle, making her neck squirm against his lips.
“You have five seconds. Come back, feet on my desk and i’ll, inspect them.” He winked, and she shuddered at whatever she had gotten herself into. She hesitated but then he locked eyes with her.
“Five…”
Beth shot from her seat and out of the office, only to aggressively rub her soles on the rug as if she were wiping rain from her shoes. Rick peered around the hallway, hearing her effort.
“Babe?”
He didn’t need to be told, the nervous smile and sense of urgency told him that Beth was doing some silly task for Victor.
Beth scurried back in the room as he heard “two…” in Victor’s voice. Rick was fully in the hallway now, and saw her slide into a swivel chair pulling her knees and feet into her chest.
Rick took slow, haunted steps down the hallway to see what his girlfriend was up to.
He heard a high pitched squeal, and sped up as fast as he dared before he found himself staring in the doorway. Beth was seated in a leather office chair with her heels in Victor’s desk. Victor was dragging his tongue up every square millimeter of her sole while Beth gripped the armrests tightly and giggled, bobbing her knees up and down in protest.
Victor reached her toes, and she threw her back against the chair, making it rock slightly when she laughed. Rick knew the tickler had found a death spot. Beth’s toes were the most ticklish place on her entire body.
He licked and nibbled her toes for a few seconds each and then smacked his mouth as if he were clearing his pallet. Beth’s breathing was picking up a bit, and she was still giggling with a hand over her mouth now. He stuck his tongue out and seemed to wipe it with his hand. “Ok no sand on that one, now the other.
Beth’s hands shot back to the armrests as she shut her eyes and huffed out rapid breaths through her nose, bracing herself.
Rick looked on with his mouth agape as Victor came in and licked Beth’s bare foot. She squealed the moment he made contact, and he held her ankles down firmly. Beth’s head was pressed against the back of the chair as she giggled. Rick watched as Victor’s tongue danced skillfully across all of her most sensitive spots: right under the ball, the stems of her toes, and he swore that he saw Victor nibble just below the pinky toe when Beth practically spat out a fresh set of laughs, reaching forward to protect her soles.
Victor finished after darting his tongue between her toes, savoring every desperate wriggle and jolt they made to escape as she shrieked. When he drew back, hands still on her ankles, Beth’s head buried in her knees, still laughing, he checked his mouth again.
“I taste sand…”
Beth’s eyes shot wide as she begged for him to be reasonable. Rick only leaned against the door, watching Beth reach her fingers forward to protect her vulnerable soles, only for Victor to goose her bare sides until she fell back in the chair.
He knew very well that Victor planned this, expecting it when he quickly swapped hands at her ankles and raked his fingers across both of her soft soles.
“Eeep! No fahahahaiirrrr! Hahahahahaha stop!” She begged and laughed as he dug into her tender arches with wiggling fingers, but the look on his face told the whole story: Victor had everything he wanted in the whole world right at his fingertips. Beth’s soft soles, Rick’s Beth’s soft soles, writhing and flailing away from his fingers. It just confirmed to Rick how lucky he was to have her, even as she laughed and bucked, and begged another man for mercy.
Victor, of course, had no reason to show mercy, and tickled and tickled those beautiful feet. She tried covering one with the other, tried reaching for him, or pulling out of his grip, but none of these techniques saved her until after two or three minutes, Victor decided he had enough. He slowed down his technique so that her mad cackles gave way to light giggles, and ended just stroking her soles with his knuckles. When he was confident she got her breath back, he gave each foot a kiss, making her yelp, and released her.
Beth got up to dash out of the room, but Victor caught her by the waist and pulled her into an embrace. His chest was heating her bare skin, his arms enveloping her, and she wasn’t at all sure that she wanted to move.
“Well then,” he said, “how about my body shot?”
Her face paled, but Beth didn’t fight. She walked meekly out of his arms towards the table. Victor took in a deep breath, savoring the moment. He took his laptop off the desk and dropped it onto a file cabinet with a loud enough thunk to make the others wince. With a flash of both arms, he cast off the mess of papers and writing implements that were there before, and just pointed to the table.
Beth shuddered, but she was determined to put on a show. She spun around so she was facing away from the desk, dramatically crossed one leg over the other, and laid back with a toss of her hair and an arch of her back.
She knew exactly where his devilish mind was taking him: her navel. Her hips gave a nervous, involuntary shudder at the thought.
Beth whimpered as he picked up the shot glass, but she knew better than to ask Victor to be nice. She looked to Rick for pity, but instead, she saw a phone in his hand, to document her torment.
She crumbled inside, and just looked straight at the ceiling as she felt the liquor cascade into her navel, filling it to the brim. She hissed as the lukewarm liquid sent a tingle up her spine. It was nothing like what came next.
She screamed.
Screamed, so loud that if they had been at a spring break motel, any sane person would expect a noise complaint.
Hector’s tongue plunged into her navel as he lapped up the tequila and sucked it out. Well after the tequila was gone, she felt his tongue poking her bellybutton, and let out a series of loud, high pitched laughs. She tried to curl into a ball, but Victor’s massive shoulders caught her knees as they came up, and all she could do was kick her feet up and down.
Victor had to repeat the process twice, as even her deep navel was not quite so deep as the shot glass. He took his time with each dose, rubbing his stubble into her belly and swirling his tongue around every inch of her navel. She wondered if his office had ever contained so much laughter as tears formed at the corners of her eyes.
Even as Victor finished off the shot, he pinned her hips to his desk and gave several long strokes of his tongue that began at the hem of her skirt and went well past her navel. Beth was sputtering with laughter.
“Its gone! Its gone!” She protested, struggling to reach for him, but he only grabbed her wrists and pinned them to her side, making Beth’s breathing speed up like a jackrabbit.
“You wiggled so much it spilled some. I don’t waste,” he said as he let the tip of his tongue zig zag up her belly. She slammed her eyes shut and let out a series of mad cackles that had a witch-like quality to them.
“What’s wrong? Do you want to walk around with tequila stains on your tummy?” he asked playfully, giving her a playful nibble just below the navel. She bucked like a bronco and let out a screaming laugh.
“What’s wrong? It tickles you son of a…” her eyes widened with fear at the evil smirk he gave her.
“I’m sorry, what did you call me?”
She let out a string of nervous giggles with her teeth closed, terrified of the punishment she knew he would dish out for that.
He blew a loud raspberry that made her laugh loudly and convulse like she was on Frankenstein’s table.
“I didn’t catch that?” he taunted.
Beth whimpered, and the bastard behind Victor chuckled at her, loving how her sass had gotten her in trouble with this cruel tickler.
“Son of a…very nice lady,” she offered in her most innocent voice.
“Oh you little liar,” he said, and in an instant, he released her wrists and went straight for her tummy. Both hands closed sideways across her tummy as if they were lobster claws as he began a gentle but rapid squeezing technique. Beth shook like a madwoman and broke into silent laughter, only to moments later let out a stream of belly laughs as her hands flailed to try and stop his.
Victor didn’t keep up the intense technique long, but went down to squeeze her hips, but only lingered a moment, earning a shriek and a few fresh laughs. He poked and pinched at her sides, making the poor girl writhe on his desk as he licked his lips. Beth tried turning onto her side, but his hand darted for her armpit and lingered there, squeezing and scratching with all five fingers.
Beth was effectively curled up in a ball by now, clamping down her upper arm and ineffectually swatting with the lower. That gave Victor the freedom to go after her feet again with his fingers.
“Noooo!” She begged through insane laughter. Rick took a step closer to see her toes curling as her soles desperately flailed to cover each other.
“Lu-lu-hahahahaha lunch! It’s…gonna be cold! Oh please! Hahahaha please, mercy!” She begged as her cheeks started to redden.
That seemed to get his attention as he withdrew an arm from her armpit and rested it on her bare side. He was still tracing his index finger up and down her curve. Tears of laughter stained her cheeks, and she continued to shake with it for a moment.
“I wouldn’t want that hard work to be in vain.” He helped Beth into a sitting position as she raked hair away from her red cheeks. There was a forced smile still plastered to her cheeks, and her chest rose and fell with heavy breaths and residual giggles.
“I am gonna have killer abs when we get back,” she giggled.
“Who says I’ll let you leave?” Victor asked sternly, and they both went stone silent until he chuckled at them.
“You two are too easy. Come on,” he said, reaching to help Beth down. She recoiled violently, a hand out to defend herself, fresh giggles on her breath. She looked at him like a cornered animal, and his features softened with good humor.
“Oh relax,” he said. Victor leaned over to kiss a giggling Beth’s cheek and affectionately rubbed her bare back. She seemed to relax slightly, and allowed him to help her down as they proceeded to the kitchen table. Rick noted with a chuckle that their host was walking awkwardly.
When Beth caught his gaze, she made a point of "accidentally" grazing Victor with the back of her hand. She got to enjoy his own flustered hiss for a moment. All she had to do was laugh to fluster him so badly. “Too easy,” she said in a low voice with a wink.
From there they discussed the impromptu tickle session, and how much fun they had all had. Victor asked if Beth thought the desk was too hard of a surface, but Beth assured him it was fine and she loved the spontanaeity. She loved being suddenly punished for her sass and ordered onto the table. Rick had never seen his girl so desperate, or so submissive. A small part of him wondered what she would offer if Victor hadn’t been hungry…
They switched topics as Victor asked them if they enjoyed the beach, and they said they had, but admitted to missing the other beach goers just a little. Victor offered to take them to one of the towns their friends were in later in the week, and even use his boat for a hotel room as it had the beds for it.
They thanked him and said they would think about it, but he had already done so much for him, and his island was really beautiful. They were enjoying having it all to themselves.
They hit the beach again shortly after lunch, and Victor joined them this time. He was mostly interested in swimming, but it was the first time they saw him shirtless. Beth definitely enjoyed the show, as he was covered in lean muscles and a few tattoos without giving extreme coverage.
After a little while, Victor revealed a volleyball court among some palm trees, and the three of them played for a while. Rick was a surprisingly good player, but Victor gave him a run for his money. At some point Beth stood at the net, dancing in her bikini and took a step to whichever side scored, making the boys laugh.
Suddenly, dark clouds started to swirl overhead and they heard thunder in the distance. Victor gestured towards the house.
“Time to head inside,” he said, and picked up his shirt to take off for the house. They didn’t beat the rain, which came on furiously. The short distance to the house had them all soaked, even as they shut the door, laughing.
“That shouldn’t last too long,” he told them, and looked for a clock to see it was only mid afternoon. He left to go dry off, and assumed they would do the same. Then, Rick gave them another idea.
“Maybe now is a good time for that foot tickle session?”
Victor stopped in his tracks, and turned to see Beth’s hand frozen as she was wringing out her hair. The two of them locked eyes, a greedy smirk meeting a nervous grin.
“I can think of nothing I would like more,” Victor said.
Beth pursed her lips and nudged Rick with her elbow. “After I get into dry clothes.” she said.
They disappeared into their respective rooms and got changed. Beth emerged with her hair down in a green top and black shorts. She applied a quick squirt of lotion to her feet before stepping back outside. She paused at the doorway, doing her best “runway strut” while the boys sat on the couch.
She had the desired result immediately as their attention was captured. Both men stopped what they were doing and stared as she walked down the hallway, did a little spin on her tiptoes, and then stopped right in front of them. She popped a heel up to flex her arch with a hand on her hip.
“I’m up here, boys,” she said with a giggle. Victor raised an eyebrow at her, not even apologizing for staring. Rick looked only slightly more guilty. Her heart rate spiked. The brief ticklings she had received up until now had been child’s play compared to what she expected now. In the moment, she wasn’t even sure how she survived those.
“How do you want me?” She asked at last, and Victor rubbed his hands together nervously while he looked at her like a prime rib.
“Why don’t we just start with your feet in my lap?” He suggested.
Beth approached with her hands floating at her sides, but stopped in front of Victor. “Should I sit in Rick’s lap, and keep my feet in yours, or just sit on your other side?”
Victor rubbed his chin, then reached around the back of her bare knees.
“Ipe!” She yelped, but came closer so their knees were touching with a giggle. Victor’s hands were tracing tiny circles in the back of her knees, causing her legs to shake and more yelps to escape the beautiful blonde.
“Lay across Rick’s, I may need him to hold you still for me,” he said, beckoning to Rick.
“I think you’re in trouble,” Rick barely got out, as if his throat had gone dry.
Beth shivered at her boyfriend’s words, but plopped on the couch next to him, and rotated her pretty bare feet over his lap so that her knees were in his, and her ankles rested directly in Victor’s lap.
Victor smiled as he reverently raised her bare foot to his face and planted the gentlest of kisses on it, and then repeated on the other. Beth let out a barely audible gasp, and Rick knew it was pleasure. This man was seducing his girlfriend. His girlfriend was so hot, that this man let them come to his private island just to play with her.
Rick knew just how soft those soles were, just how little it would take to elicit giggles and laughs from the girl at the other end of the couch, and he knew just how hot Victor would find them.
And worst and best of all, Victor wasn’t in love with Beth. He would use those soles for every laugh and squeal and beg they would earn him, heedless of how much she suffered. He would be perfectly happy to dump her in her bed, a giggling, sweaty mess who needed her boyfriend to bring her back down. A flash of jealousy ran through Rick’s mind at the thought, but he also knew just how hot and bothered it made his Beth. He would be the one to reap those rewards.
Rick swallowed hard, his eyes locked on his girlfriend's wiggling blue toes as he took her hand.
Beth squeezed Rick’s hand back, and Victor grinned at them both. His palm was resting against her soles now, making Beth flinch, but after a breath she slowly eased them back onto his hands. Rick could feel her breathing picking up.
“Remember, your safeword for a break is yellow, red stops the scene. Rick, you remember too?” He asked. They both felt like they had just been strapped into a roller coaster, listening to the safety speech before they plunged into oblivion. Beth nodded, and Rick gave a thumbs up that made him feel ridiculously silly, boyish even, compared to this man who was about to use his girlfriend for his own pleasure.
Of course, Beth would be strapped down sooner than she knew it.
“I want to see just how ticklish you are. Does…” he took a single finger, and placed it on the ball of her foot, making her flinch. His grin of delight only made her wish she could melt on the spot. He traced the fingertip all the way down her sole, and she slammed her lips shut as tightly as she could.
Still, even that single finger sent a tickly sensations up her foot like a shock, or an open flame just a little too close. She could feel her abs tightening, preparing to laugh. She willed it to stop, commanded it. It was all in vain. The minute he started zig-zagging that finger across her arch she broke down in giggles, tilting her chin forward and letting them out in a steady stream. Her hair was blocking her face as she giggled, and Rick knew that look. That was a Beth determined to sit there and take it.
“Only 29 more minutes,” her boyfriend taunted.
Beth’s mind was quickly reminded of her more immediate problems when Victor’s fingers began wiggling into her arches.
Beth jerked her feet immediately, and broke down in rapid laughter. Her playful collected determination to resist was gone. He had thrown her into survival mode.
Victor's fingers skillfully located each sensitive spot across her size seven feet. He scratched at her heels to keep her giggling, pinched just below the balls of her feet to make her yelp, and spidered his fingers across her soles with reckless abandon. It wasn’t long before Rick had to lock her knees down with his arms.
“Hehehehey!” Beth protested, but Victor and Rick were both enjoying every moment of her suffering.
Victor held her toes back and attacked the pad under her toes, earning him a scream that broke down into wild laughter as she thrashed against the couch, desperately trying to pull her feet away.
Victor didn’t let up from this spot except to switch feet, eliciting a series of swear words and pleas from the petite blonde in his lap. As Beth struggled against his grip, she realized that there would be no escape. This tickling wasn’t going to stop until he wanted it to. She was his muse, his plaything. She was in pure bliss, even if her nerve endings insisted that this was a lie.
Victor had free reign over her soles and he took full advantage. He also made sure to pace Beth, as he knew half an hour’s pure frantic laughter would leave her unable to endure much as the days progressed. After thirty seconds to a minute of severe tickling, he slowed his technique to plucks at her toes or tracing figure 8s along her arches. She still giggled and squealed, but her breathing was far more steady. To erase any illusion of a break this might give, Victor was sure to scratch his fingers up the outer edges of her feet, and that always got him a high pitched squeal.
At one point, Beth thought she had gotten the better of him when she scrunched her toes down hard, covering one foot with the other, but Victor made her pay for this. He pinned her toes down and her feet together with one hand and scribbled his fingers along her instep. This earned fresh shrieks of laughter, making Beth buck like a madwoman at the other end of the couch. By the time she fought to spread her toes, Victor was tickling the stems all at once.
Victor tickled Beth’s soles for about ten minutes on the couch before he eased up entirely. He was only stroking her soles while Beth twitched and giggled on the couch.
“Is it over?” She asked hopefully, giggles still lacing her breath.
“Hardly,” said Victor. “But you need a break, and I need to…ahem, calm down.”
“Oh, is that what we’re calling it? Hehehehe, eeeek!”
Beth boldly stroked the arch of her foot along his shaft, making the gentlemen gasp: Victor in pleasure and surprise, and Rick in horror at how bold she was being. They hadn’t discussed that kind of play, but he had to admit, seeing Victor so out of control for his girl was a major turn on himself. He knew the girl in his lap was aware of that too, even as she squealed from a fresh scratch of Victor’s nails.
“Anyway,” Victor said, “I think we should continue somewhere more…comfortable.”
Beth chuckled, not at the marathon tickles, but at Victor’s implied request. She batted her eyelashes at him and put on an innocent tone.
“Are you asking me to bed, Victor?”
Victor actually blushed at the mention of it, and Rick’s breath caught in his throat. He had assumed sometime this week Beth’s adventures would lead there, but to have her on his bed…now…it was a lot to take in.
“Not in that sense,” he reassured them quickly. “But we will have more room to move. The floors are a bit hard, even with the rugs…” but before he could stammer on any further, she lifted a foot to his lips, shushing him. He kissed her big toe and held her foot there.
“Its ok,” she said. “Sounds nice, great place to be tickled.” Her toes curled, even as her sweet voice nearly melted Victor.
Without further ado, Victor stood, and led Beth by the hand, leaving Rick to trail after them.
Beth giggled as Victor led her back to his bedroom. To his bed. Where Victor had wanted her since before they met. Now, he had her there, and even Rick making Beth his girlfriend hadn't been enough to stop it.
At the same time, even when Victor was done making his girlfriend squeal, and laugh, and scream, and beg, and offer him anything, she was still going home with Rick.
Victor opened the door to his bedroom without looking back, and Beth flopped down on the bed with her arms out. She rubbed her cheek into the white sheets and took a deep inhale, as if she was smelling for Victor. His stomach did a backflip watching, even as Victor got on the other side, and knelt on the mattress.
“Flip on your tummy, feet in the air,” he said. Rick took an audible breath as he watched Beth wink at him before sliding into the pose, propping her chin up on a hand.
“How much trouble am I in?” She asked Rick.
“More than you can handle,” he said, trying to keep his voice playful. He didn’t want her to see the thrill and torture he was going through in this whole ordeal, because he wasn’t sure which it was himself.
“Oh come on,” said Victor, tracing a finger up Beth’s flexed arch. That very second her foot went rigid, and you could see a lightning bolt fire up her back as she lurched forward onto her elbows, and her foot twitched right into Victor’s torso.
“Eeeek!” She squealed, but Victor only chuckled at her, holding her ankles still.
“I’ll be gentle…at first.”
That was all she heard before he scribbled his fingers across both of her soles. Unlike last time, there was a lot more room for Beth to squirm and try to escape. She was nearly on her side in seconds, laughing and reaching backwards as if she could free her foot.
Victor made her pay for that mistake, goosing her exposed side a few times and making her shriek and pull her hand back.
“Don’t you try anything bratty on me!”
Victor had only just begun his exploration of her ticklish feet, it seemed. He had played with lighter tickles, heavier tickles, mouth tickles if she included the desk session, and she thought he had been pretty thorough. She was dead wrong.
The first thing Victor did was hold her toes apart and begin scratching in the spaces in between, and she lost her mind. He had to wrap an arm around her ankles in seconds or risk a kick, or worse, losing her feet. She could do little more than scream and cackle so loudly that Rick winced. When he nibbled the tips of her toes, she fell into silent laughter. It must have looked insane as she arched her back, hair flailing around her face with her head thrown back and mouth open in a forced smile, but no sound came out, even as she convulsed with laughter.
Victor explored each toe, between each one, all she could do was beg.
“Please, not there! Not my toes! No! Nahahahaoooooo! AAAAHHHH HHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Her begging must have been as much a drug for him as her laughter, because he didn’t pay any attention to it. If anything, he tickled her harder for it.
Beth could feel sweat lining her brow as tears welled in her eyes, and her sides ached from laughing. Her hair would soon be matted in it, but she didn’t care. All that mattered was ending this insanity.
Victor gave her toes a break as he finished with one foot, still making sure she would last, she guessed. He took his fingers and danced around her bare ankles. She could barely feel it, but found herself shaking at the ankles and giggling into the duvet, pounding her hands on the covers.
“Aawwww does that tickle?” Victor prodded, but Beth refused to answer, shaking her head as she clenched her fists. He was back to scratching a single finger along her soles, making them jerk and wiggle in his hands.
“Well if it doesn’t, then I guess I have to tickle harder.” Victor delivered on his threat moments later, digging into the balls of her feet. Beth was laughing in earnest after a few yelps, but even as she tossed her head from side to side, she still refused to admit it. Rick was grinning like a fool as he watched.
Victor only wanted to tickle her more as she stubbornly refused to admit her weakness. He quickly attacked Beth’s toes, sending her into a fit of mad cackles before she fell into silent laughter.
Rick grew concerned at her mad flailing, but Victor only taunted her. “Something to say, babe?”
“P-P-PLEAHEHEHEHEAASSSSEEE!”
“Please what, babe?” He asked again. Rick felt another pang of jealousy, and was about to protest. She was his babe, not Victors. But not once had she laughed like this for Rick…
“Not the toes!” she finally managed to beg, looking back at him with pleading eyes.
“Say it!” he demanded.
“Say whahahahat?” She giggled out as his fingers continued to tease.
“Oh you brat!” Victor attacked her toes again, and after only a few seconds, Beth was begging again.
“Okay okay! Hahahaha please!”
“Say it,” he demanded, gently scratching her arches.
“It tickles! It tickles!” She confessed, and Victor had the satisfied look of a man who backed an animal into a corner. His feast was only just beginning.
“Oh it does?” He said as he tickled down by her heels to a chorus of light giggles.
“Yes it tickles!” She screamed in frustration.
“Does that make you ticklish?”
If there is such a thing as a look of exasperation that is readable through forced laughter, Beth looked like that. She wasn’t sure how many more admissions she would have to make before he showed her mercy. If anything, they only made her laugh harder even if he tickled less to allow her to talk.
“I asked you a question!” He nibbled the ball of her foot, earning him a shrill screech of laughter.
Victor laughed but only continued to nibble her sensitive soles.
Beth jerked against the mattress and nearly buried her face in it, but couldn't do more than nod.
“What does that mean hon? You heard me?” She thrashed harder than ever, but only succeeded in flipping herself onto her back, leaving her knees bent and her ankles in a headlock.
“Yes!” She screamed before breaking down in laughter.
“Yes what, yes you heard me?”
“Yehehehessss I’m tihihicklissshhhh! Hahahaha how long?”
“How long? Do you want the tickling to stop already?” He taunted, making sure to scratch each toe as she screamed, her head to the side and eyes slammed shut. She convulsed with laughter, but Victor didn’t want to push her too hard.
“Yehehehehesss!” She pleaded. “I can’t! I can’t!”
“You can’t what, Beth?”
“Cahahahan’t tahahahakeee itttt! Pleheheheaaasssee!!”
“Oh no?” He taunted, and began scratching up the outer edge of her curvy feet.
“No more! No mohohohohoorrrreee! Ahhh hahahaahaha!”
Beth wasn’t even able to pound on the mattress any longer as Victor slowed his technique to a delicate trace of his finger, and then began rubbing her arches with his palm.
Beth laid facedown, breathing heavily into the mattress with the occasional fit of laughter coming out.
“I need…need…pee!” She managed to get out, and Rick swiftly helped her up and into the bathroom, and exited.
After a few seconds, she stumbled back to the doorway.
“I need a minute,” she gasped, and Victor took her hand, leading her back to the bed.
“You need a break,” he insisted, and laid her down. He placed a pillow under her head and another under her feet, rubbing her back gently. Beth took several deep breaths, and her toes curled and twitched involuntarily.
“That was so meeeaaannn!”
“I still have a few minutes left,” Victor teased, and Beth whimpered. Victor chuckled, and assured Beth that he planned to use it to gently tickle and worship her feet.
“You did a great job, Beth. That was a lot, was it fun?” he asked, laying beside her, and tracing her upturned sole. Her foot jerked, but didn’t retreat as she let out a light giggle.
Victor spent the next several minutes dragging his lips along her soles, planting kisses, and giving a light nibble here and there. As his lips pressed into her arch with a soft smack, she giggled again. “This is much nicer.”
Victor scratched her soles with a slow wiggling, making her feet wiggle at the ankles. She let out a few light giggles as he continued, but she let herself enjoy the sensation. “You didn’t come here for nicer.”
Beth mumbled something into her pillow, followed by a shriek as Victor pinched the back of her thighs.
Victor chuckled, continuing to lavish her arches with kisses, dragging his tongue gently across the soles of her feet. She giggled lightly when he sucked on her toes, and after a brief nibbling that had her giggling steadily, he patted her feet, and let the session end.
Beth rolled onto her back and started trying to tie up her hair, as it had long since become loose. “I’m so sweaty,” she giggled.
“I’m sure you’re a bit sore too. Why don’t you hop in the shower and lay down, Rick and I will make dinner.”
They helped Beth up off of Victor’s bed, each giving her a hug, and then they went to make good on their promise of dinner.
“You guys like Italian?” asked Victor.
“Who doesn’t?” Rick replied.
“Know how to cook?”
“Dorm room food,” said Rick with a shrug, making Victor chuckle.
“Come on, learn somethin,” said Victor.
Beth shook her head as she leaned in the doorway. Victor had just wrecked her to within an inch of passing out, and they were chatting like old friends. She leaned there a moment, enjoying the rush of endorphins that always followed a session. No matter how much she suffered, she always loved the feeling right after a session. She felt so alive.
Beth stepped into the shower, and the hot water rejuvenated her tired muscles. The steam soothed her aching throat, and made her feel clean again. As she stepped out, she slipped back into her pink running shorts and grey tshirt, tying her hair in a messy bun.
She walked out to the kitchen, smelling garlic and salt. She took a deep inhale before she sat down at the table to watch the boys, bent over the burners.
Rick poured her a glass of white wine when he saw her, and before long they sat down to a dish of pasta with chicken and a creamy alfredo sauce.
“Mmm, this my reward for enduring a half hour of tickle torture?”
Rick kissed her neck, making her squeak and shut her eyes. “That comes tonight.”
They all laughed and ate their meal as the evening wound down, even relaxing and watching some TV on the couch afterwards. Victor made them a pitcher of Piña coladas, and they had a pleasant buzz going on as he massaged Beth’s feet and Rick worked her shoulders.
Victor cleared away the empty glasses after a while, and Beth and Rick stood.
“Just where do you think you’re going?” Victor asked, and Beth’s face paled.
“T-to bed…”
“Not without your bedtime story,” said Victor, and pointed to the seat. Beth slowly shuffled towards him, and sat beside him.
“Give me your feet,” he demanded, and Beth looked down before handing her feet over, right into his lap.
Victor rubbed his palms along her soles twice before he plucked at her big toe, squeezing it gently and wiggling it. “This little piggy went to the mart.”
Beth covered her mouth as she giggled, but didnt protest as he gently tickled each toe.
Victor gently scratched the stem of each toe as he recited. “This little piggy stayed home.”
Poor Beth’s shoulders were shuddering with giggles, but her eyes showed nothing but delight. Victor followed his hands planting a kiss on each toe. Her giggling got louder and louder by the little piggy who had roast beef. She covered her entire face with both hands for the little piggy who had none. By the time he reached the last one, she threw her head back and squeaked with laughter.
“And this little piggy said wheeeee! All the way home!” He scribbled his fingers up and down her sensitive soles for only fifteen seconds or so before switching feet. Beth was red faced by the end of it, but her toes were wiggling happily at Victor, as if wishing him goodnight.
By the time Victor had tickled both of Beth’s feet, she was still in a giggly and playful mood.
She blew Victor a kiss as she and Rick went to bed for the night. As they crawled into the soft sheets and shut off the light, she rubbed her soles into the sheets, trying her best to forget the sensation.
Rick gave her a kiss goodnight as they whispered to each other. When they were both too tired to continue, Beth turned over, and her boyfriend snuggled her.
“You are so screwed when he ties you up.”
To be continued…
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This is a fine series. 
