The further adventures of Renee, the intern.
F/F, NSFW! I hope you all enjoy.
Lynette's car pulled into her garage, and shut off. Renee gulped nervously as Lynette stepped from the sedan and walked around to the passenger's side. The muffled clicks of the tall brunette's heels clicking on polished concrete sent chills over her skin. Lynette opened the door and took Renee's hand. Renee stepped out, her red heels scuffing lightly on the shiny floor. Her long legs in shear pantyhose, were a focus for Lynette's attention. The two entered Lynette's home.
"May I take your coat, sweetheart?" Renee nodded, still nervous. Lynette hung her own coat and bag, as well as Renee's. "Cocktail? I won't tell." Renee was not old enough to drink, but she was no newcomer. She smiled and accepted.
"That would be lovely. Thank you." Lynette slipped her shoes off and padded to the kitchen, her black nylons swishing in the plush, creme carpet. Renee, wanting to follow ettiquette, slipped off her own red pumps, leaving them by the door. She curled her toes in the carpet. Her shear pantyhose made her toes more sensitive. She crossed her arms under her pert breasts, almost defensively. Lynette returned from the kitchen, a cosmopolitan in each hand. Grinning seductively, she handed Renee her drink, and took a sip of her own. "Come sit." She slinked to her couch, sitting, patting the spot beside her. Renee sat, almost obediently, still curling her toes in sheepishly. Lynette gave a knowing, playfull look, smiling. "You are so quiet all of a sudden. Did I say something?" Renee responded eagerly.
"No, no! Not at all. I guess, I'm just kind of nervous." Lynette smiled warmly, and caressed Renee's hand.
"Well. How about, you sit back, and drink your drink, and I'll rub your feet? Hmm?" Before Renee could answer, Lynette had her nyloned feet in her lap, massaging her soles, gently squeezing her toes. It tickled a bit at first, but Renee calmed, and let Lynette pamper her toes. Renee sipped her drink. It went straight to her head. Lynette's massage felt so amazing. She cooed, and downed her drink. Lynette smiled wickedly, pulling her hands down Renee's feet, squeezing gently. She admired Renee's gorgeous feet openly.
"These are lovely stockings. Were they expensive?" Renee shook her head.
"No. Three bucks at the grocery store. Pantyhose." She blushed a bit.
"Well, your legs and feet look fantastic in them." Lynette quipped before downing her drink and setting the glass aside. "I have an admission, Renee." Renee's face turned playfully curious. "I don't want to have a tickle fight with you." She slid closer to Renee, and leaned in, leaned over her until Renee could smell the cosmopolitan on her slick, wet lips. "I'd much rather just... tie you up, and have my way with you." Renee's eyes bugged, shocked. She was at the same time terrified, and enchanted. She could not find her voice before Lynette spoke again. "We could take turns, but... I want to go first." Lynette practically hopped off of the couch and walzed down the halway, her hips swaying. Renee watched the soles of her feet as she stepped down the creme carpet corridor. As Renee caught her breath, her mind started racing. Lynette returned with a handfull of colorfull silk scarves, and sat at Renee's feet once more. "May I... tie you up, sweetheart?" Renee was hesitant, but the pleading look on Lynette's face was disarming... enchanting. Renee gasped in a big breath to answer.
"Um... Y...yeah. ok. Not too tight please." She offered her hands. Lynette took them gleefully, bringing them around the girl's back, and securing them. The silk was cold and soft. Lynette doubled them over so as not to cut into Renee's wrists. Renee started shaking nervously and trembling. What the actual fuck had she agreed to? She was blushing, embarrassed, petrified. Lynette cooed gently, reassuring her. "Shhhhh.... oh, Honey. You're trembling. Don't worry, hun. I would never do anything to hurt you." She placed one warm hand on Renee's thigh. The touch sent a pleasant, fuzzy feeling deep inside. Renee looked up into Lynette's eyes.
"I... I trust you. Please, be gentle." Lynette giggled as she tied Renee's ankles.
"Oh, sweetheart. I will be so, so gentle. You are so precious." She continued, securing Renee's ankles, her bare feet now helpless and vulnerable. Much to Renee's surprise, Lynette went behind her again, and tied one soft scarf around her eyes, folded wide for comfort.
"Ohoho no! Lynette!? What are you doing!? I can't see!" Lynette chuckled, her tongue out, smiling involuntarily.
"I know! It's exciting, isn't it?" Before Renee could answer, Lynette placed a scarf in her mouth, tying it behind her neck, gently. Renee protested, aghast at Lynette's bold domination.
"Whrt? Nrrrr! Rrr frrnt frrr mrrrf frrrf grrrg!" Lynette chuckled sensually.
"Oh, sweetheart. I can't understand a word. Don't worry. I'm gonna tickle every little sensitive spot you've got. I promise not to miss one little spot. I promise I'll be gentle." With that, Lynette pulled Renee around by the ankles, and posed her straight on the couch. Renee giggled nervously into the gag, protesting in vain. Lynette straddled her thighs, and began slowly stroking. Her fingernails graced Renee's ears, and her tender neck. She jumped, whimpering.
"RRRRR! NRRRR! HRRHRRHRRHRRNRRRRR!" Lynette only chuckled, and kept going. She poked and stroked Renee's neck and collarbone. As renee squirmed, laughing and protesting unintelligably, Lynette began to work on the girl's blouse buttons. Renee froze, but trembled in fear and excitement. Lynette opened the blouse all the way, exposing Renee in a way that felt extreme, and dirty. Renee's breasts heaved in her black lace bra. Her breathing grew heavy, fast. Lynette dug her fingers under the shirt, and wiggled them gently, working their way into Renee's armpits. Renee yelped and squirmed, twisting and laughing as Lynette's wicked sharp nails found the soft underarms and began their uninhibitted assault. Renee's body went pink, as blush crept up her tummy, chest, neck, and face. The veins and tendons stuck out from her neck as she strained, laughing like a madwoman, protesting into the silk gag. Lynette's body warmed with arousal, her loins tingling with fire. She gently pulled Renee's bra up, revealing her fantastic c-cups, nipples erect with arousal. She gently clawed at the pink peaks, drawing her nails across the perfect globes, culminating at her nipples. Renee twisted and squirmed, bouncing her tits left and right. Lynette buried her face in them, kissing and licking as she stroked Renee's ribs. She teased areolas with her tongue, blowing on the cool moisture left behind. Her mouth watered, Renee was freeking out, obviously past her limit. She gasped and choked. Lynette relented on the tickling, but bent to kiss Renee sweetly, on her flushed face.
"Oh, sweetie. Is it too much? I'm sorry. I'm going so fast. I'll give you a break." Lynette rested her hands on Renee's tummy as it heaved nervously, trying to catch a breath. Finally, her breathing evenned out. Lynette grinned again, sticking out her tongue with glee. "There we go. That's better." No sooner had Renee caught her breath than Lynette began raking wicked nails over her soft, curvy tummy. Renee's entire body contracted as she squealed. Her knees tried to come to her chest, but Lynette sat firmly across her thighs. The receptionist chuckled as Renee wailed, laughing rapidly, hard. Her nails kept stroking and scribbling, dipping into her victim's bellybutton, which garnered a spike of ticklish reaction. Renee was almost completely undone. She prayed for the tickling to stop, though her slippery-wet quim told another story.
Lynette slid off of Renee, and sat beside her. She groped at the girl's thick, strong thighs, squeezing and teasing. Renee exploded in fresh, desperate guffaws when Lynette dug her thumbs into the hollows of her hips.
"Oh... no no no. This skirt is giving you too much protection." She ran the zipper down, and yanked Renee's skirt down, and off. She teased as she returned to her ticklish torment. "That's better. That skirt was protecting these ticklish hips!" Renee's peels of laughter filled Lynette's living room. Her knees bobbed up and down as the receptionist poked and tormented her tender hips and thighs. She continued her exploration, stroking Renee's nylon wrapped thighs. The sensation was overwhelming. Renee struggled ro breath, wailing and giggling breathlessly. Lynette pinched her knees, and stroked behind them. Renee managed to stand momentarily, but Lynette easily pulled her back to the couch.
"Oh, no you don't little girl! I'm not done with you yet!" she dug into Renee's inner thighs, brushing her sweet, wet pussy through layers of pantyhose and panties. Lynette stroked and scribbled her way down the young intern's legs. Renee thrashed and kicked. Lynette grabbed her ankles and pinned them down, cooing. "Shhhh... shhhh.... sweetie. Let's take a little break." Lynette stared at Renee's trembling feet as her breath slowly returned. Her calm did not, however. She knew the worst was still to come, and though blindfolded, she could feel Lynette's hungry gaze on her feet. Lynette turned Renee again, lating her the length of the couch. She took a long look at her captive. Mussed red hair, sweaty, flushed. The business-casual top lay open. Renee's breasts uncovered. Her bra in her armpits. Renee's chest and tummy still heaved with labored breathing. Lynette followed the shapely legs down to the scarf, and Renee's perfect, helpless feet. She grabbed between the tender, precious toes, and pulled at the nylon, inserting one wicked fingernail, and tearing it back from Renee's perfect, pale foot. Her toenails shined a deep red. Renee huffed, begging into the drool-soaked gag.
"RRRRR! NRRRRR! WHRT RRR YRRR DRRRNG!? DRRRNT! NRRRR! NRT MRRR FRRRT!" Lynette chuckled and bent down, teasing Renee's toe pads with the tip of her slick tongue. The touch was immediately electric, and Renee exploded. She could not take it. The sudden exposure of her bare foot made her precious, adorable toes even more sensitive. Lynette licked and suckled them enthusiastically as Renee squealed.
"Hmmhmmhmmm! Awww! Poor baby. Are your precious little toesies ticklish? I bet it really tickles when I suck on them. Doesn't it?" Renee only shuddered, her toes spreading, curling. She tried to kick, but Lynette's grip was too strong. She lost it completely when Lynette's sharp, weaponized nails raked between her toes and down her bare, wrinkled arch. Lynette poked and stroked at Renee's vulnerable bare foot, chuckling gleefully, occasionally gringind her palm in her loins. She scratched lightly at every spot. Each toe, between the toes, the ball of her foot, her shapely, soft arch. Even tickling on her heel sent Renee through the roof, laughing hysterically and begging. The scarf in her mouth now dripped with saliva. Her nose spat out snot bubbles, and tears drew mascara down her lovely, tortured face. She could no longer protest. Her tummy heaved with uncontrolable laughter as her boobs bounced gloriously. Lynette continued her assault, moving now to her other foot and raking her nails up and down the nylon covered arch. Renee whimpered, not having any energy left for explosive reactions. Her laughter persisted as she squirmed weakly, wiggling and curling her toes, scrunching her wrinkly soles against Lynette's merciless attack. Lynette tore the nylon away, and wrapped her mouth around Renee's tender, sweet toes, sucking, nibbling, and licking. Renee could no longer fight. She just trembled, shaking, whimpering and laughing, gasping for breath. Recognizing that her victim was nearly spent, Lynette reached up and pulled Renee's pantyhose down, taking her panties with them. Her eyes bugged at the sight. Renee had opted for the full wax, and her sweet little minge was slick, and glistening with arousal. Renee was ready for this, and ready for the tickling to stop. Lynette leaned in, burying her face between Renee's sweaty, trembling thighs. Her tongue probed the sweet, musky mound. Soon, Renee's swollen clit was treated to a luxurious lapping, suckling. She climaxed almost immediately, shuddering. A stuttering, broken whimper escaped her throat, muffled by the gag. Her entire body was on fire with tingling, celestial ecstacy. Lynette cooed, giggling, as she massaged Renee's tortured toes. She carefully, gently untied Renee's ankles, wrists, removing the gag, blindfold. She held Renee close, kissing her forehead, caressing her face. She laid Renee down and walked to the kitchen. She returned with a glass of icewater, a warm, wet washcloth, and two chocolate chip cookies. Renee gulped the water as Lynette padded the sweat from her face and chest. Renee nibbled meekly at a cookie, her breath having returned. Lynette caressed her sweetly, nuzzling her arm. After finishing one cookie, Renee looked up and giggled. Lynette giggled with her. Renee spoke.
"You sadistic, evil bitch! I hope you are ready for this, because I'm going to tear you apart!"
F/F, NSFW! I hope you all enjoy.
Lynette's car pulled into her garage, and shut off. Renee gulped nervously as Lynette stepped from the sedan and walked around to the passenger's side. The muffled clicks of the tall brunette's heels clicking on polished concrete sent chills over her skin. Lynette opened the door and took Renee's hand. Renee stepped out, her red heels scuffing lightly on the shiny floor. Her long legs in shear pantyhose, were a focus for Lynette's attention. The two entered Lynette's home.
"May I take your coat, sweetheart?" Renee nodded, still nervous. Lynette hung her own coat and bag, as well as Renee's. "Cocktail? I won't tell." Renee was not old enough to drink, but she was no newcomer. She smiled and accepted.
"That would be lovely. Thank you." Lynette slipped her shoes off and padded to the kitchen, her black nylons swishing in the plush, creme carpet. Renee, wanting to follow ettiquette, slipped off her own red pumps, leaving them by the door. She curled her toes in the carpet. Her shear pantyhose made her toes more sensitive. She crossed her arms under her pert breasts, almost defensively. Lynette returned from the kitchen, a cosmopolitan in each hand. Grinning seductively, she handed Renee her drink, and took a sip of her own. "Come sit." She slinked to her couch, sitting, patting the spot beside her. Renee sat, almost obediently, still curling her toes in sheepishly. Lynette gave a knowing, playfull look, smiling. "You are so quiet all of a sudden. Did I say something?" Renee responded eagerly.
"No, no! Not at all. I guess, I'm just kind of nervous." Lynette smiled warmly, and caressed Renee's hand.
"Well. How about, you sit back, and drink your drink, and I'll rub your feet? Hmm?" Before Renee could answer, Lynette had her nyloned feet in her lap, massaging her soles, gently squeezing her toes. It tickled a bit at first, but Renee calmed, and let Lynette pamper her toes. Renee sipped her drink. It went straight to her head. Lynette's massage felt so amazing. She cooed, and downed her drink. Lynette smiled wickedly, pulling her hands down Renee's feet, squeezing gently. She admired Renee's gorgeous feet openly.
"These are lovely stockings. Were they expensive?" Renee shook her head.
"No. Three bucks at the grocery store. Pantyhose." She blushed a bit.
"Well, your legs and feet look fantastic in them." Lynette quipped before downing her drink and setting the glass aside. "I have an admission, Renee." Renee's face turned playfully curious. "I don't want to have a tickle fight with you." She slid closer to Renee, and leaned in, leaned over her until Renee could smell the cosmopolitan on her slick, wet lips. "I'd much rather just... tie you up, and have my way with you." Renee's eyes bugged, shocked. She was at the same time terrified, and enchanted. She could not find her voice before Lynette spoke again. "We could take turns, but... I want to go first." Lynette practically hopped off of the couch and walzed down the halway, her hips swaying. Renee watched the soles of her feet as she stepped down the creme carpet corridor. As Renee caught her breath, her mind started racing. Lynette returned with a handfull of colorfull silk scarves, and sat at Renee's feet once more. "May I... tie you up, sweetheart?" Renee was hesitant, but the pleading look on Lynette's face was disarming... enchanting. Renee gasped in a big breath to answer.
"Um... Y...yeah. ok. Not too tight please." She offered her hands. Lynette took them gleefully, bringing them around the girl's back, and securing them. The silk was cold and soft. Lynette doubled them over so as not to cut into Renee's wrists. Renee started shaking nervously and trembling. What the actual fuck had she agreed to? She was blushing, embarrassed, petrified. Lynette cooed gently, reassuring her. "Shhhhh.... oh, Honey. You're trembling. Don't worry, hun. I would never do anything to hurt you." She placed one warm hand on Renee's thigh. The touch sent a pleasant, fuzzy feeling deep inside. Renee looked up into Lynette's eyes.
"I... I trust you. Please, be gentle." Lynette giggled as she tied Renee's ankles.
"Oh, sweetheart. I will be so, so gentle. You are so precious." She continued, securing Renee's ankles, her bare feet now helpless and vulnerable. Much to Renee's surprise, Lynette went behind her again, and tied one soft scarf around her eyes, folded wide for comfort.
"Ohoho no! Lynette!? What are you doing!? I can't see!" Lynette chuckled, her tongue out, smiling involuntarily.
"I know! It's exciting, isn't it?" Before Renee could answer, Lynette placed a scarf in her mouth, tying it behind her neck, gently. Renee protested, aghast at Lynette's bold domination.
"Whrt? Nrrrr! Rrr frrnt frrr mrrrf frrrf grrrg!" Lynette chuckled sensually.
"Oh, sweetheart. I can't understand a word. Don't worry. I'm gonna tickle every little sensitive spot you've got. I promise not to miss one little spot. I promise I'll be gentle." With that, Lynette pulled Renee around by the ankles, and posed her straight on the couch. Renee giggled nervously into the gag, protesting in vain. Lynette straddled her thighs, and began slowly stroking. Her fingernails graced Renee's ears, and her tender neck. She jumped, whimpering.
"RRRRR! NRRRR! HRRHRRHRRHRRNRRRRR!" Lynette only chuckled, and kept going. She poked and stroked Renee's neck and collarbone. As renee squirmed, laughing and protesting unintelligably, Lynette began to work on the girl's blouse buttons. Renee froze, but trembled in fear and excitement. Lynette opened the blouse all the way, exposing Renee in a way that felt extreme, and dirty. Renee's breasts heaved in her black lace bra. Her breathing grew heavy, fast. Lynette dug her fingers under the shirt, and wiggled them gently, working their way into Renee's armpits. Renee yelped and squirmed, twisting and laughing as Lynette's wicked sharp nails found the soft underarms and began their uninhibitted assault. Renee's body went pink, as blush crept up her tummy, chest, neck, and face. The veins and tendons stuck out from her neck as she strained, laughing like a madwoman, protesting into the silk gag. Lynette's body warmed with arousal, her loins tingling with fire. She gently pulled Renee's bra up, revealing her fantastic c-cups, nipples erect with arousal. She gently clawed at the pink peaks, drawing her nails across the perfect globes, culminating at her nipples. Renee twisted and squirmed, bouncing her tits left and right. Lynette buried her face in them, kissing and licking as she stroked Renee's ribs. She teased areolas with her tongue, blowing on the cool moisture left behind. Her mouth watered, Renee was freeking out, obviously past her limit. She gasped and choked. Lynette relented on the tickling, but bent to kiss Renee sweetly, on her flushed face.
"Oh, sweetie. Is it too much? I'm sorry. I'm going so fast. I'll give you a break." Lynette rested her hands on Renee's tummy as it heaved nervously, trying to catch a breath. Finally, her breathing evenned out. Lynette grinned again, sticking out her tongue with glee. "There we go. That's better." No sooner had Renee caught her breath than Lynette began raking wicked nails over her soft, curvy tummy. Renee's entire body contracted as she squealed. Her knees tried to come to her chest, but Lynette sat firmly across her thighs. The receptionist chuckled as Renee wailed, laughing rapidly, hard. Her nails kept stroking and scribbling, dipping into her victim's bellybutton, which garnered a spike of ticklish reaction. Renee was almost completely undone. She prayed for the tickling to stop, though her slippery-wet quim told another story.
Lynette slid off of Renee, and sat beside her. She groped at the girl's thick, strong thighs, squeezing and teasing. Renee exploded in fresh, desperate guffaws when Lynette dug her thumbs into the hollows of her hips.
"Oh... no no no. This skirt is giving you too much protection." She ran the zipper down, and yanked Renee's skirt down, and off. She teased as she returned to her ticklish torment. "That's better. That skirt was protecting these ticklish hips!" Renee's peels of laughter filled Lynette's living room. Her knees bobbed up and down as the receptionist poked and tormented her tender hips and thighs. She continued her exploration, stroking Renee's nylon wrapped thighs. The sensation was overwhelming. Renee struggled ro breath, wailing and giggling breathlessly. Lynette pinched her knees, and stroked behind them. Renee managed to stand momentarily, but Lynette easily pulled her back to the couch.
"Oh, no you don't little girl! I'm not done with you yet!" she dug into Renee's inner thighs, brushing her sweet, wet pussy through layers of pantyhose and panties. Lynette stroked and scribbled her way down the young intern's legs. Renee thrashed and kicked. Lynette grabbed her ankles and pinned them down, cooing. "Shhhh... shhhh.... sweetie. Let's take a little break." Lynette stared at Renee's trembling feet as her breath slowly returned. Her calm did not, however. She knew the worst was still to come, and though blindfolded, she could feel Lynette's hungry gaze on her feet. Lynette turned Renee again, lating her the length of the couch. She took a long look at her captive. Mussed red hair, sweaty, flushed. The business-casual top lay open. Renee's breasts uncovered. Her bra in her armpits. Renee's chest and tummy still heaved with labored breathing. Lynette followed the shapely legs down to the scarf, and Renee's perfect, helpless feet. She grabbed between the tender, precious toes, and pulled at the nylon, inserting one wicked fingernail, and tearing it back from Renee's perfect, pale foot. Her toenails shined a deep red. Renee huffed, begging into the drool-soaked gag.
"RRRRR! NRRRRR! WHRT RRR YRRR DRRRNG!? DRRRNT! NRRRR! NRT MRRR FRRRT!" Lynette chuckled and bent down, teasing Renee's toe pads with the tip of her slick tongue. The touch was immediately electric, and Renee exploded. She could not take it. The sudden exposure of her bare foot made her precious, adorable toes even more sensitive. Lynette licked and suckled them enthusiastically as Renee squealed.
"Hmmhmmhmmm! Awww! Poor baby. Are your precious little toesies ticklish? I bet it really tickles when I suck on them. Doesn't it?" Renee only shuddered, her toes spreading, curling. She tried to kick, but Lynette's grip was too strong. She lost it completely when Lynette's sharp, weaponized nails raked between her toes and down her bare, wrinkled arch. Lynette poked and stroked at Renee's vulnerable bare foot, chuckling gleefully, occasionally gringind her palm in her loins. She scratched lightly at every spot. Each toe, between the toes, the ball of her foot, her shapely, soft arch. Even tickling on her heel sent Renee through the roof, laughing hysterically and begging. The scarf in her mouth now dripped with saliva. Her nose spat out snot bubbles, and tears drew mascara down her lovely, tortured face. She could no longer protest. Her tummy heaved with uncontrolable laughter as her boobs bounced gloriously. Lynette continued her assault, moving now to her other foot and raking her nails up and down the nylon covered arch. Renee whimpered, not having any energy left for explosive reactions. Her laughter persisted as she squirmed weakly, wiggling and curling her toes, scrunching her wrinkly soles against Lynette's merciless attack. Lynette tore the nylon away, and wrapped her mouth around Renee's tender, sweet toes, sucking, nibbling, and licking. Renee could no longer fight. She just trembled, shaking, whimpering and laughing, gasping for breath. Recognizing that her victim was nearly spent, Lynette reached up and pulled Renee's pantyhose down, taking her panties with them. Her eyes bugged at the sight. Renee had opted for the full wax, and her sweet little minge was slick, and glistening with arousal. Renee was ready for this, and ready for the tickling to stop. Lynette leaned in, burying her face between Renee's sweaty, trembling thighs. Her tongue probed the sweet, musky mound. Soon, Renee's swollen clit was treated to a luxurious lapping, suckling. She climaxed almost immediately, shuddering. A stuttering, broken whimper escaped her throat, muffled by the gag. Her entire body was on fire with tingling, celestial ecstacy. Lynette cooed, giggling, as she massaged Renee's tortured toes. She carefully, gently untied Renee's ankles, wrists, removing the gag, blindfold. She held Renee close, kissing her forehead, caressing her face. She laid Renee down and walked to the kitchen. She returned with a glass of icewater, a warm, wet washcloth, and two chocolate chip cookies. Renee gulped the water as Lynette padded the sweat from her face and chest. Renee nibbled meekly at a cookie, her breath having returned. Lynette caressed her sweetly, nuzzling her arm. After finishing one cookie, Renee looked up and giggled. Lynette giggled with her. Renee spoke.
"You sadistic, evil bitch! I hope you are ready for this, because I'm going to tear you apart!"
