He woke up hard as a rock. Nothing new there. It was normal for him to have pretty intense morning wood. He immediately thought of "her." His muse. They had not seen one another in years, but he could picture her. Her brown hair, wide smile, short, curvy body. He reached for his cock with his left hand as he thought of their first time together.
He had told her about his tickle fetish and she was excited to use that knowledge to her advantage. She rode him while she tickled him mercilessly. She ran her fingers up and down his neck, his sides, under his arms, all while fucking him relentlessly. She didn't stop until they both came. He was getting close to cumming thinking about it, just a few more strokes and ...
SLAP
He slapped his balls and stopped stroking. He knew better. It's what she would want. His thoughts shifted to the fantasies they shared. In one of them, he was tied to the bed and blindfolded. He could hear her voice and other voices that he did not recognize. There was a lot of giggling. Suddenly, he felt multiple sets of hands tickling him without mercy. Two hands were on each foot, seemingly in synch as he was unable to pull his feet away. Another pair of hands tickled his belly. A fourth tested to see if his neck was ticklish. Those sets of hands eventually moved to his armpits. He screamed and laughed and twisted and turned, but there was no escape. They stopped suddenly, and he was able to catch his breath. Moments later, the four women switched to feathers. He could feel them dancing over his body, bringing him closer to ...
SLAP
He slapped his balls again. This time, a drop or two of precum dripped down his shaft. His mind shifted to her in a slutty, black dress. He was naked as she sat between his bound legs, her feet near his face. He had a little orange bow tied around his hard cock. It tickled when he got hard and made it look like a little gift for her. Her nails ran up and down the bottoms of his feet as hers were in his face. His tickle fetish meeting his foot fetish. Her feet were small, but beautiful with round, suckable toes. She tickled for what seemed like hours before she took pity on him. She wrapped her feet around his cock. In a butterfly stretch position, she brought her hot, wet mouth to the tip. Suddenly, he found himself getting both a foot job and a blow job at the same time. He had forgotten how flexible she is. "Does it feel good?" she asked. "Do you want to cum all over my toes?"
SLAP
Once again, he slapped his balls. Harder this time. He was only a stroke or two away from orgasm. But his pleasure didn't matter. It was hers that was important. Enough pre cum had leaked that he was able to rub it up and down his shaft, giving it a nice lube. He thought of one final fantasy. She hiked up her dress to show that she was not wearing panties and sat on his face. "Lick me." He did, with everything he had. She enjoyed it for a few moments before she began to tickle his sides. He began to laugh and stopped licking. "Continue, or I will stop and slap your balls." He kept licking, she kept tickling. His armpits, his neck, his chest, his sides, his belly. She reached to his thighs, pulling her pussy off of his mouth for a moment, and she slapped his balls again for stopping the oral pleasure. She sat back down and he licked and licked while she tickled him. His body was not his, it was hers. A mechanism for her pleasure and amusement. The thought brought him so close to ...
SLAP
No, no. It's not about his orgasm. It's about hers. He thought about licking until finally, she came, leaving his face coated in her. She hopped off of his face, satisfied. He was elated because she was pleased. His goddess. Her pleasure brought him the greatest joy. All he wanted to do was give her more. The thought brought him to the edge one more time ...
SLAP
He could not cum without her say so. His dick was soaked with precum. His balls full. He pulled his boxers back up and got out of bed. Stretching the waistband on his sweatpants a bit as he put them on over his hopelessly erect cock, he put on his glasses, and began his day.
He had told her about his tickle fetish and she was excited to use that knowledge to her advantage. She rode him while she tickled him mercilessly. She ran her fingers up and down his neck, his sides, under his arms, all while fucking him relentlessly. She didn't stop until they both came. He was getting close to cumming thinking about it, just a few more strokes and ...
SLAP
He slapped his balls and stopped stroking. He knew better. It's what she would want. His thoughts shifted to the fantasies they shared. In one of them, he was tied to the bed and blindfolded. He could hear her voice and other voices that he did not recognize. There was a lot of giggling. Suddenly, he felt multiple sets of hands tickling him without mercy. Two hands were on each foot, seemingly in synch as he was unable to pull his feet away. Another pair of hands tickled his belly. A fourth tested to see if his neck was ticklish. Those sets of hands eventually moved to his armpits. He screamed and laughed and twisted and turned, but there was no escape. They stopped suddenly, and he was able to catch his breath. Moments later, the four women switched to feathers. He could feel them dancing over his body, bringing him closer to ...
SLAP
He slapped his balls again. This time, a drop or two of precum dripped down his shaft. His mind shifted to her in a slutty, black dress. He was naked as she sat between his bound legs, her feet near his face. He had a little orange bow tied around his hard cock. It tickled when he got hard and made it look like a little gift for her. Her nails ran up and down the bottoms of his feet as hers were in his face. His tickle fetish meeting his foot fetish. Her feet were small, but beautiful with round, suckable toes. She tickled for what seemed like hours before she took pity on him. She wrapped her feet around his cock. In a butterfly stretch position, she brought her hot, wet mouth to the tip. Suddenly, he found himself getting both a foot job and a blow job at the same time. He had forgotten how flexible she is. "Does it feel good?" she asked. "Do you want to cum all over my toes?"
SLAP
Once again, he slapped his balls. Harder this time. He was only a stroke or two away from orgasm. But his pleasure didn't matter. It was hers that was important. Enough pre cum had leaked that he was able to rub it up and down his shaft, giving it a nice lube. He thought of one final fantasy. She hiked up her dress to show that she was not wearing panties and sat on his face. "Lick me." He did, with everything he had. She enjoyed it for a few moments before she began to tickle his sides. He began to laugh and stopped licking. "Continue, or I will stop and slap your balls." He kept licking, she kept tickling. His armpits, his neck, his chest, his sides, his belly. She reached to his thighs, pulling her pussy off of his mouth for a moment, and she slapped his balls again for stopping the oral pleasure. She sat back down and he licked and licked while she tickled him. His body was not his, it was hers. A mechanism for her pleasure and amusement. The thought brought him so close to ...
SLAP
No, no. It's not about his orgasm. It's about hers. He thought about licking until finally, she came, leaving his face coated in her. She hopped off of his face, satisfied. He was elated because she was pleased. His goddess. Her pleasure brought him the greatest joy. All he wanted to do was give her more. The thought brought him to the edge one more time ...
SLAP
He could not cum without her say so. His dick was soaked with precum. His balls full. He pulled his boxers back up and got out of bed. Stretching the waistband on his sweatpants a bit as he put them on over his hopelessly erect cock, he put on his glasses, and began his day.
