CollaredKid05
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Commission: Morning Neighbor
had a bit of a story in my mind for this one. Hope you guys like it!
http://collaredkid05.tumblr.com/post/169276708494/notes-and-rules-note-me-if-you-want-one-just
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He had studied hard for his thesis and now it was time to party. Night after night, none stop drinking, shit faced drunk, Jake had worked his butt off now it was time to play. Though maybe Jake should’ve been more aware of how him bumbling around drunk would effected his poor neighbors. Especially the sexy, no nonsense, Mrs. Coo next door.
Jake would some how find a way into her place and pass out on her couch from time to time, leaving as soon as he awoke, hungover, before she found him. But the time she did he would get a hell of an ear full. She would get so mad her already shaky english would crumble as her full face turned would turn beat red.
One morning Jake woke up staring at the backs of his size 9 feet, unable to move. Mrs. Coo shoot over him in front of the couch, her hands on her wide hips, her face an intense pout. She had tied him up while he was passed out, took off his shoes and socks, and now she was going to make him pay.
“Yo track mud EVERYWHERE!! My rug ruined now! Yo pay!”
Jack was uneasy with his feet bare. He felt so naked, exposed, weak. He couldn’t even beg as she sat down in front of his feet. He didn’t have the money to pay for the rug and he didn’t want to know what would happen to him if Mrs. Coo found that out. Finally he spoke.
“M-Mrs. Coo, please give me my shoes back! I’m sorry it’ll never happen again!!!”
“Oh yo want yor shoes back? Why? You ticklish?”
Without warning she started to scribble her long nails all over the pads of his feet. Jake lost it. He screamed and cried right away, there was no resisting.
“AAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAAHAAH NOOOOOOAHAHAAHAH IM SORRY IM SORRY!!!!!!”
“Yo no like? Yo ticklish? Oh yea! So ticklish! You laugh for me!”
“AAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHAA”
As the minutes flew by so did the nails on Jakes smooth soles. He bucked, screamed, and cried, but there was no escape. Mrs. Coo dominated the 24 year old with no problem as she manipulated the nerves on his feet for maximum suffering. She turned her back to him as she focused only on his beautiful feet and not the blubbering rude mess attached to them. All this till he agreed to pay for the rug he ruined.
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It had to be at least 2 hours before the tickling finally stopped, Mrs. Coo now only rubbing them softly. She had gotten so carried away with the torture that she didn’t notice her robe had opened up, exposing the glorious plump body of the Asian milf. She turned and fixed herself but not before Jake was able to get a good view of her impressive rack. Thats when Jake really began to turn red.
With all the studying he was doing sex had been at an all time low on his priority list. 4 months of build up and he had just noticed how hard this ordeal had made him. More then anything he wished he didn’t pass out with his pants half way down his thighs. Mrs. Coo was able to get a good view too now, of her troublesome neighbor’s hard cock, free from his boxers and throbbing with shame. Her jaw hit the floor and her voice began to raise again.
“YO SO HARD! WHY YOU SO HARD???”
Jake almost sobbed with embarrassment.
“I’m sorry! I’M SORRY! I swear to god I didn’t mean too! IT’S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!!!”
The widow then dover her hand between the young man legs and stroked his prick with her index finger.
“Yo so hard! NAUGHTY boy! NAUGHTY NAUGHTY BOY!”
Jake’s eyes rolled back into his head as he felt the finger tease him something awful. The last thing he wanted was to let out a moan in front of her and dig his hole deeper. That didn’t happen though. Instead when the finger hit just the right spot he exploded into giggles. Then everything stopped. The room was silent. Jake then looked at the Asian milf as she looked back in disbelief… then smiled.
“Yor cock! It’s ticklish!”
“NO! NO PLEASE!!”
Mrs. Coo got up, again adjusting her revealing robe and then sat behind the whimpering young man, her huge breasts pressing into his back. She then placed her nails on his shaft and began to softly stroke. Jake went ape shit.
‘AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHA NOOOOOO AHAAHAHHAHAH UUURGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!! OH GOHOHOAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHD!!!!“
"Yo like that? Yor cock so ticklish, coochie coochie! Yor so excited!”
“AAHAHHAHAAHAHHAAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHHAHAHAHAAHHAAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHHAAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHA”
“Don’t cum! Yo no cum! Yo already ruin my rug! Coochie coochie! Coochie coohcie!!!”
If she didn’t want him to cum then why the hell was she tracing the ridges of his cock head. She tormented every inch of his cock, Jake finally lost it when she tickled under the tip.
“Yo be good boy, you hold it. Hold it. HOLD IT! YO NO HOLD IT!”
Jakes whole body quaked from the power of his long denied orgasm. Even as she chastised him Mrs. Coo kept her assault going, tormenting the young man more and more. She then slapped him on the back of the head and yelled to herself as she left the room. Jake meanwhile was exhausted in his bounds. Now thinking of the rug AND couch this insane woman was going to keep him till he had the money to clean both.
