lovelylilyheath
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But... Is it nervous anticipation... Or excited?
“You’re in a very compromising position here, aren’t you?” my boss whispers gently in my ear. He pulls a long, soft feather out from his feather vase and places it on a table next to the stocks.
“But first, these are in the way.”
He unbuttons my shirt all the way down, exposing my lacy black bra.
“Date night, huh?” he teases.
I blush. It is, actually.
He picks up the feather and strokes it under one of my exposed armpits. I press my lips together to suppress a smile. I can handle-
But my thoughts are cut off by teasing words.
“Tickle tickle tickle”
I can’t help but grin.
“I know you’re weak for tickle talk. Tickle tickle tickle tickle. I’m gonna get you.”
He’s right. And I feel myself begin to get aroused.
He drags the feather down my body, past my breasts, and pushes it straight into my belly button. I can’t help but lose it.
“AHAHAHA PLEASE NOT THERE AHAHAHA”
“oh? right here? tickle tickle little ticklish belly button”
“AHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAP”
“Okay, I’ll stop,” he says, putting the feather down.
I pant.
“I’ll stop.
Using the feather.”
He lunges at my underarms with his fingertips and softly scratches.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOHAHAHAHAHA”
This is 100x worse than the feather. I squirm and squeak under his relentless fingers, but I can’t move my arms a bit.
“AHAHAHAHAH PLEAHAHAHEASE”
This falls on deaf ears. In fact, I think it eggs him on. His fingers dig into the hollows of my armpit and I scream out in laughter.
“AHHHHHAHAHAHAH STOP NOHOHO MORE”
He keeps one hand lightly tickling my underarm, and steps back to reach a pair of scissors behind him. I know exactly what he’s planning to do. I want to yell at him but his soft tickles on my underarm are driving me mad and keeping me a giggling mess.
“Hehehehe dohohon’t youhehe daaarre”
He smiles knowingly. He places the scissors on the table next to me and places both his hands on my underarms.
“I’m not a fan of your attitude. That’s no way to talk to your boss.”
As I’m about to respond, he begins to slowly drag his pointer fingers down both my armpits, making me gasp and giggle. He gently massages in this way for a few seconds before digging all of his fingers into my armpits.
“I’m sure you’ll learn to be quiet,” he smirks as I scream and cackle.
He stops to once again pick up the scissor, and I don’t dare say a word. He cuts off my bra entirely, leaving my large breasts and pointed nipples exposed.
“Ah, so someone does like this,” he says, rubbing his thumb along one of my nipples.
To be continued 😉
“You’re in a very compromising position here, aren’t you?” my boss whispers gently in my ear. He pulls a long, soft feather out from his feather vase and places it on a table next to the stocks.
“But first, these are in the way.”
He unbuttons my shirt all the way down, exposing my lacy black bra.
“Date night, huh?” he teases.
I blush. It is, actually.
He picks up the feather and strokes it under one of my exposed armpits. I press my lips together to suppress a smile. I can handle-
But my thoughts are cut off by teasing words.
“Tickle tickle tickle”
I can’t help but grin.
“I know you’re weak for tickle talk. Tickle tickle tickle tickle. I’m gonna get you.”
He’s right. And I feel myself begin to get aroused.
He drags the feather down my body, past my breasts, and pushes it straight into my belly button. I can’t help but lose it.
“AHAHAHA PLEASE NOT THERE AHAHAHA”
“oh? right here? tickle tickle little ticklish belly button”
“AHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAP”
“Okay, I’ll stop,” he says, putting the feather down.
I pant.
“I’ll stop.
Using the feather.”
He lunges at my underarms with his fingertips and softly scratches.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOHAHAHAHAHA”
This is 100x worse than the feather. I squirm and squeak under his relentless fingers, but I can’t move my arms a bit.
“AHAHAHAHAH PLEAHAHAHEASE”
This falls on deaf ears. In fact, I think it eggs him on. His fingers dig into the hollows of my armpit and I scream out in laughter.
“AHHHHHAHAHAHAH STOP NOHOHO MORE”
He keeps one hand lightly tickling my underarm, and steps back to reach a pair of scissors behind him. I know exactly what he’s planning to do. I want to yell at him but his soft tickles on my underarm are driving me mad and keeping me a giggling mess.
“Hehehehe dohohon’t youhehe daaarre”
He smiles knowingly. He places the scissors on the table next to me and places both his hands on my underarms.
“I’m not a fan of your attitude. That’s no way to talk to your boss.”
As I’m about to respond, he begins to slowly drag his pointer fingers down both my armpits, making me gasp and giggle. He gently massages in this way for a few seconds before digging all of his fingers into my armpits.
“I’m sure you’ll learn to be quiet,” he smirks as I scream and cackle.
He stops to once again pick up the scissor, and I don’t dare say a word. He cuts off my bra entirely, leaving my large breasts and pointed nipples exposed.
“Ah, so someone does like this,” he says, rubbing his thumb along one of my nipples.
To be continued 😉
