Sgt Pepper
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I'm back for part two! If you're new to Nicole, start here:
And then here, because she wrote her own companion story:
A few things to remember - even if you've read bot the stories above.
1. Nicole loves this. She loves me writing it, she loves you reading it, and she wants to hear all about what you think. And I enjoy seeing my fellow deviants slobbering over the woman I've made my own. So don't be shy, folks!
2. Nicole is hot. Devastatingly hot. I get pictures of her in her panties almost every morning. And it takes about all I've got not to take the 1000+ mi journey to Nicoleville, throw her down, and show her my appreciation.
3. Nicole is ticklish. There's more about this is in my other story, but there have been new developments in the past 3 weeks. We found out that she is insanely feather ticklish over most of her body, but especially on her feet, toes (between the second and third toes, to be precise), nipples, pussy, and underarms. I have spent hours in video calls with her telling what she needs to do with the feathers and making her tickle herself until she begs. Yes. She's so ticklish, she can tickle herself. With feathers! And I make her do it until I've decided she's had enough. But first, I tell her where to touch herself, edge her, and then make her cum.
And every time she cums...she becomes more ticklish.
I will write another story about her and feathers - because we've both developed a new found love (and respect) for feathers. And when I see her again in a few months, I'm going to tease, please, and torture her to my heart's content.
4. Nicole is sensitive. This goes beyond ticklishness. I've never met someone who could tickle themselves to laughter (only with acrylic nails, feathers, and other toys), let alone all over their body. But I'm beginning to understand that's just the tip of the iceberg. She can cum from just brushing her shirt over her nipple, or tickling her arch just the right way. And the best part - so much of the sensitivity, the vulnerability, the complete surrender of the path to driving her crazy is about mirroring my desire. The safer and more desired she feels, the more her body opens to us in new and mindblowing ways.
I'm gonna step up on a soapbox it took me about 20 years of adulting and one thoroughly broken marriage to earn: if you really want to unlock your partner's pleasure and desire, earn their trust, and keep it. Be a safe place for them. Open yourself. Trust them back. That kind of intimacy makes sex and the other perverted things we do to each other feel about as good as it can.
OK. That was a good enough preamble. Let's get back to the events in question.
I left the end of the first night a little vague...prude almost. I'll fix that.
I fucked her. I grabbed her hair, pulled it hard and told her she needed to beg me to cum. She likes to be a stubborn brat, but between the slow deep strokes, the hard fast pumps, and positioning myself so I could I hit her g-spot, she did beg.
I did not let her cum right away. I made her beg desperately. I sprinkled in light tickles. I reminded her - contstantly - that she was completely under my control, and I would decide when it's time for her to cum. Then I let her cum. She is loud on the phone when she's covering her mouth. In a hotel room, the sound of this woman screaming in my ear with wild abandon was incredible. So I made sure it happened again. And again. And again.
Then I let her melt into a puddle of ecstasy. And we showered togther and went to sleep.
That was night one.
Night Two begins here.
At this point, we have tasted each other. That first barrier of kiss and touch and electricity was broken, and there wasn't anything left between us, except time, hydration, and the supply of clean hotel towels.
Keep in mind that during the day, we were at a conference together with our colleagues, hiding this explosive lust for one another in plain sight. We did a very good job of it. No one was the wiser...at least I'm 90% sure.
But keeping a low profile around our colleagues did not to extend to hallways. Or elevators. Or parking lots. Or hands, thighs, and feet under the table. Every second there were no eyes on us, my hands were all over her. Grabbing her, kissing her, caressing her, tickling her. And we never got caught...but it wouldn't be the worst thing if we did...
Needless to say, by the end of a satisfying, but draining, day full of conference sessions, meetups, and work groups, we were ready to tear into each other.
After dinner, I arrived at her room. She was already cozy in bed. Barefoot in her jeans and tshirt. I had promised bondage and helplessness and total domination. I wanted it now.
I'll spare you all the details of my bondage engineering plans. Suffice it to say the hotel room did make it easy to tie her down, and I was impatient, so I hog tied her in cuffs.
What a sight. By this point, I had stripped her down to panties and a bra. And I'm pretty sure that came off quickly, too. There before me squirmed a gorgeous cougar - ticklish beyond all hope, bound tightly, and in no hurry to leave. I had checked luggage so I could bring all my toys. Cuffs, rope, lube, electrict toothbrushes, feathers... the works.
But first I wanted fingers on her feet. The minuted I made contact, she jumped and started laughing. It escalated quickly. I could hear in her laughter and see from her thrashing that was discovering that being bound and tickled was a completely different animal. And it was her first time, after all.
The pitch got higher, the laugher got louder, and soon, she started begging.
"hahahah...ok...STOP hahahahahhaAHAHAH Stop"
But she had a safeword. She wasn't using it. And I was beyond ecstasy. I wasn't too focused on my cock at this point, but I knew the rest of my back was seriously lacking blood.
I kept tickling. I moved to her thighs, the backs of her knees, her upper back, her ribs...all over. Each time I touched a new spot, I was greeted with a different kind of laugh and new squirming. That's when I learned she's a solid 10 on her ribs. I got out my electric toothbrushes. I bet she'd thought that was the boss level...
"Oh my goooood!! AHAHAHA. Stop! STOP!"
But then I stopped and applied lube. And got the hairbrush ready. You know that magic moment with all that expectation when a ler brings out the big guns and the lee doesn't know what they're in for??? Then it hits?
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH FUCK! STOP!! Oh my god PLEASE STOP"
It was amazing. I couldn't have asked for a better reaction to my brush. I was ready to leave a 5-star review on Amazon. Best $8 I ever spent. And this gorgeous goddess was melting beneath me. I kept it going for a least a minute, then I explored with more tools. I used the electric toothbrushes and the hair brush at the same time. I went under her toes, behind her knees, back up to her ribs and pits... it was like heaven.
For me. For her, it was torture.
At this point, I can't even describe the sounds she was making, because I had ascended to a new plane. I've tied and tickled subs a fair few times, but no woman had ever collapsed so deliciously as Nicole. I could've done it for hours if not for the fact that my cock was screaming at me.
And now that my toy knew how I could play with her, she was compliant when I began untying her.
I made her beg me to let her finish me off.
"Please sir, please let me make you cum."
She gave me a foot job while I tickled her feet. Her first ever! I popped so many of her cherries that evening. And all such lovely cherries. Some women lose ticklishness while they are concentrating on stroking your cock with their soles.
Not Nicole. What she lost was the ability to keep her feet still. So I did it. I held them tight on my cock, slid them up and down my shaft, and tickled all over her feet.
I'm a hard nut to crack. I almost always have to do it myself. And this time I wanted to. So I set one foot down, and finished my self off while tickling her left foot, and sucking on her toes. I covered us both cum. Then I said,
"Come over her and slurp this up."
And like a Good Girl, she did. She sucked up all the cum off of her, my chest, and my legs.
Night two was selfish. We talked about it. Since my divorce, I have learned not to be a selfish lover. But Nicole...
Nicole made me want her so bad that I made her mine and took what I wanted that night. She surrendered herself to me, and I took everything I needed. More than I needed.
We didn't get another night like that because the conference ended, but we will. Soon.
Night Three will begin with me stripping away all but her most primal needs. And satisfying them over and over and over until she is left weak, limp, mindless, drained, and hypersensitive.
Then I will put Night Two to shame.
And you'll all hear about it.
And then here, because she wrote her own companion story:
A few things to remember - even if you've read bot the stories above.
1. Nicole loves this. She loves me writing it, she loves you reading it, and she wants to hear all about what you think. And I enjoy seeing my fellow deviants slobbering over the woman I've made my own. So don't be shy, folks!
2. Nicole is hot. Devastatingly hot. I get pictures of her in her panties almost every morning. And it takes about all I've got not to take the 1000+ mi journey to Nicoleville, throw her down, and show her my appreciation.
3. Nicole is ticklish. There's more about this is in my other story, but there have been new developments in the past 3 weeks. We found out that she is insanely feather ticklish over most of her body, but especially on her feet, toes (between the second and third toes, to be precise), nipples, pussy, and underarms. I have spent hours in video calls with her telling what she needs to do with the feathers and making her tickle herself until she begs. Yes. She's so ticklish, she can tickle herself. With feathers! And I make her do it until I've decided she's had enough. But first, I tell her where to touch herself, edge her, and then make her cum.
And every time she cums...she becomes more ticklish.
I will write another story about her and feathers - because we've both developed a new found love (and respect) for feathers. And when I see her again in a few months, I'm going to tease, please, and torture her to my heart's content.
4. Nicole is sensitive. This goes beyond ticklishness. I've never met someone who could tickle themselves to laughter (only with acrylic nails, feathers, and other toys), let alone all over their body. But I'm beginning to understand that's just the tip of the iceberg. She can cum from just brushing her shirt over her nipple, or tickling her arch just the right way. And the best part - so much of the sensitivity, the vulnerability, the complete surrender of the path to driving her crazy is about mirroring my desire. The safer and more desired she feels, the more her body opens to us in new and mindblowing ways.
I'm gonna step up on a soapbox it took me about 20 years of adulting and one thoroughly broken marriage to earn: if you really want to unlock your partner's pleasure and desire, earn their trust, and keep it. Be a safe place for them. Open yourself. Trust them back. That kind of intimacy makes sex and the other perverted things we do to each other feel about as good as it can.
OK. That was a good enough preamble. Let's get back to the events in question.
I left the end of the first night a little vague...prude almost. I'll fix that.
I fucked her. I grabbed her hair, pulled it hard and told her she needed to beg me to cum. She likes to be a stubborn brat, but between the slow deep strokes, the hard fast pumps, and positioning myself so I could I hit her g-spot, she did beg.
I did not let her cum right away. I made her beg desperately. I sprinkled in light tickles. I reminded her - contstantly - that she was completely under my control, and I would decide when it's time for her to cum. Then I let her cum. She is loud on the phone when she's covering her mouth. In a hotel room, the sound of this woman screaming in my ear with wild abandon was incredible. So I made sure it happened again. And again. And again.
Then I let her melt into a puddle of ecstasy. And we showered togther and went to sleep.
That was night one.
Night Two begins here.
At this point, we have tasted each other. That first barrier of kiss and touch and electricity was broken, and there wasn't anything left between us, except time, hydration, and the supply of clean hotel towels.
Keep in mind that during the day, we were at a conference together with our colleagues, hiding this explosive lust for one another in plain sight. We did a very good job of it. No one was the wiser...at least I'm 90% sure.
But keeping a low profile around our colleagues did not to extend to hallways. Or elevators. Or parking lots. Or hands, thighs, and feet under the table. Every second there were no eyes on us, my hands were all over her. Grabbing her, kissing her, caressing her, tickling her. And we never got caught...but it wouldn't be the worst thing if we did...
Needless to say, by the end of a satisfying, but draining, day full of conference sessions, meetups, and work groups, we were ready to tear into each other.
After dinner, I arrived at her room. She was already cozy in bed. Barefoot in her jeans and tshirt. I had promised bondage and helplessness and total domination. I wanted it now.
I'll spare you all the details of my bondage engineering plans. Suffice it to say the hotel room did make it easy to tie her down, and I was impatient, so I hog tied her in cuffs.
What a sight. By this point, I had stripped her down to panties and a bra. And I'm pretty sure that came off quickly, too. There before me squirmed a gorgeous cougar - ticklish beyond all hope, bound tightly, and in no hurry to leave. I had checked luggage so I could bring all my toys. Cuffs, rope, lube, electrict toothbrushes, feathers... the works.
But first I wanted fingers on her feet. The minuted I made contact, she jumped and started laughing. It escalated quickly. I could hear in her laughter and see from her thrashing that was discovering that being bound and tickled was a completely different animal. And it was her first time, after all.
The pitch got higher, the laugher got louder, and soon, she started begging.
"hahahah...ok...STOP hahahahahhaAHAHAH Stop"
But she had a safeword. She wasn't using it. And I was beyond ecstasy. I wasn't too focused on my cock at this point, but I knew the rest of my back was seriously lacking blood.
I kept tickling. I moved to her thighs, the backs of her knees, her upper back, her ribs...all over. Each time I touched a new spot, I was greeted with a different kind of laugh and new squirming. That's when I learned she's a solid 10 on her ribs. I got out my electric toothbrushes. I bet she'd thought that was the boss level...
"Oh my goooood!! AHAHAHA. Stop! STOP!"
But then I stopped and applied lube. And got the hairbrush ready. You know that magic moment with all that expectation when a ler brings out the big guns and the lee doesn't know what they're in for??? Then it hits?
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH FUCK! STOP!! Oh my god PLEASE STOP"
It was amazing. I couldn't have asked for a better reaction to my brush. I was ready to leave a 5-star review on Amazon. Best $8 I ever spent. And this gorgeous goddess was melting beneath me. I kept it going for a least a minute, then I explored with more tools. I used the electric toothbrushes and the hair brush at the same time. I went under her toes, behind her knees, back up to her ribs and pits... it was like heaven.
For me. For her, it was torture.
At this point, I can't even describe the sounds she was making, because I had ascended to a new plane. I've tied and tickled subs a fair few times, but no woman had ever collapsed so deliciously as Nicole. I could've done it for hours if not for the fact that my cock was screaming at me.
And now that my toy knew how I could play with her, she was compliant when I began untying her.
I made her beg me to let her finish me off.
"Please sir, please let me make you cum."
She gave me a foot job while I tickled her feet. Her first ever! I popped so many of her cherries that evening. And all such lovely cherries. Some women lose ticklishness while they are concentrating on stroking your cock with their soles.
Not Nicole. What she lost was the ability to keep her feet still. So I did it. I held them tight on my cock, slid them up and down my shaft, and tickled all over her feet.
I'm a hard nut to crack. I almost always have to do it myself. And this time I wanted to. So I set one foot down, and finished my self off while tickling her left foot, and sucking on her toes. I covered us both cum. Then I said,
"Come over her and slurp this up."
And like a Good Girl, she did. She sucked up all the cum off of her, my chest, and my legs.
Night two was selfish. We talked about it. Since my divorce, I have learned not to be a selfish lover. But Nicole...
Nicole made me want her so bad that I made her mine and took what I wanted that night. She surrendered herself to me, and I took everything I needed. More than I needed.
We didn't get another night like that because the conference ended, but we will. Soon.
Night Three will begin with me stripping away all but her most primal needs. And satisfying them over and over and over until she is left weak, limp, mindless, drained, and hypersensitive.
Then I will put Night Two to shame.
And you'll all hear about it.
This is a fine series. 
