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Revenge at the Obsidian Hotel (Tickling the Boss) (MF/MILF)
In the picturesque coastal town of Constanța in Romania, where the Black Sea meets sandy beaches and scorching sun, stood the luxurious Obsidian Hotel. It was a five-star resort where guests from Germany, Italy, or Poland gathered for relaxation, massages, and endless sunbathing. The hotel’s manager was Marta Danyliuk, a 43-year-old woman originally from Ukraine, who had emigrated to Romania ten years earlier after divorcing a wealthy businessman. Marta was tall and robust, with long black hair and a voluptuous figure that many would describe as curvaceous. Her large, full breasts were her most striking feature - she often displayed them in tight blouses that left little to the imagination. Her skin was deeply tanned from countless hours spent on the beach, where she enjoyed her status as the queen of the hotel. But behind this facade hid a tyrant.
Marta constantly bullied her employees. She shouted at the cleaners over the tiniest speck of dust, humiliated receptionists for slow check-ins, and threatened to fire the cooks if the food wasn’t perfect. Her favourite phrase was: “You’re here only because I allow it!” No one dared to contradict her, as she had connections in the city and could ruin anyone’s career. Among her victims was Andrei Popescu, a 22-year-old young man who worked as both gardener and handyman. Andrei was slim and toned from hard physical labour, with short brown hair and a friendly smile. He was a university student and had taken this job to help cover his studies, which his parents partially supported. His girlfriend Elena, a 21-year-old beauty with brown hair and delicate features, worked as a masseuse in the hotel’s wellness centre. They had been together for a year, and their relationship was one of mutual support, especially during the difficult times when Marta attacked them.
One hot summer day, Andrei was cleaning one of the main decorative fountains in the hotel garden - a three-tiered marble cascade personally selected by Marta from Italy, worth over 15,000 euros. While repairing a clogged filter (sand from the beach, leaves, and algae), he hurried because Marta insisted the fountain be turned on as soon as possible.
When he switched on the pump at full power, the impeller shifted slightly and the water pressure became disrupted. Instead of an elegant arc, the water began spraying sideways like a broken sprinkler. The jet shot a metre or two to the side, drenching expensive hibiscus bushes and creating mud on the paving. Water also flowed back through a loose connection and flooded the flowerbed.
“You idiot! Do you have any idea how much this cost? You’re useless! Tomorrow you’re fired, and you can go back to your village to beg!” Marta screamed with hands on hips while her large breasts rising and falling with every furious breath. Andrei bowed his head, apologised, but knew it was pointless. Marta was uncompromising. After the incident, he returned to his small room in the staff wing, where Elena was waiting.
“Don’t worry, love,” she comforted him as they embraced. “That woman is a monster. We have to pay her back. Before your notice period ends and Marta finds a new handyman.” Andrei nodded. They talked at length about Marta’s behaviour - how she insulted Elena, how she forced her to work overtime without pay. And then the idea came. Elena knew that Marta regularly ordered massages to unwind from “incompetent employees”. This time they could use it. “I’ll strap her down under the pretext of some new technique - a special massage. And you’ll come in… and we’ll show her what real helplessness feels like.”
Elena knew Marta was extremely ticklish. When she washed her feet with a towel before a massage, Marta would laugh and squirm like crazy. Even then she had scolded Elena afterwards. Since that time, Elena had been careful never to touch her soles even by accident. “We’ll tickle her until she gives in,” Elena suggested to the surprised Andrei. At first he took it as a joke. But after several more confrontations with Marta over the following days, they decided to go through with it. The plan was simple but risky.
One of the following days, Marta arrived at the wellness centre with her usual arrogance. She wore a light robe, underneath which she had only underwear. “Today I need a proper massage, real relaxation,” she announced to Elena. Elena smiled sweetly, though inside she was seething. “Of course, Mrs Danyliuk. Would you like to try a new technique - extended stretching massage? It looks a bit like being stretched on a rack, but it perfectly releases all the intervertebral discs. We use special straps to keep you in the correct position.”
Marta frowned but agreed. She needed to keep up with trends and know all the latest methods. She lay face-up on the massage table, removed her robe and underwear, and covered herself with a sheet as usual. Her body spread out before Elena: her large breasts spilled to the sides, her belly slightly rounded, her legs long and tanned. Elena gently took her hands and secured them with prepared straps above her head to the frame of the table, spread her legs and fastened them to the legs of the table. Another strap went around her waist so she couldn’t move. “This is to keep you perfectly stretched,” Elena explained. Marta nodded, unaware of what was coming.
Everything was ready. Elena didn’t hesitate and moved to Marta’s feet, beginning to gently tickle the soles. “Hey! That tickles! Stop! Hahaha.” Elena continued. “What are you doing? This isn’t a massage!” Elena smiled. “Just testing your sensitivity. It seems you’re very ticklish.”
At that moment, the door from the adjacent room opened, where Andrei had been waiting and listening. Marta turned her head and her eyes widened. “Popescu! What are you doing here? Get out immediately!” Andrei laughed and closed the door. “Andrei is my boyfriend. If you ever bothered to learn anything about your employees, you’d know that, Mrs Danyliuk,” Elena replied. Marta tried to break free, but the straps held firm. “You’re insane! Let me go! I’m your boss!”
Andrei and Elena stood on either side of her. “Do you remember how you wanted to fire me?” Andrei asked. “And how you humiliated Elena?” “Today you’re getting the proper massage you wanted, Mrs Danyliuk.” Elena began tickling Marta’s feet – her fingers moved over the soles, still bearing traces of beach sand. Marta burst into uncontrollable laughter. “Hahaha! Stop! This is ridiculous! I’ll fire you both!”
“Ridiculous? This is just the beginning,” Elena replied and moved to her thighs. Marta writhed, her large breasts shaking with laughter. “No! Haha! You’re mad! Let me go, I order you!” Andrei joined in, tickling her sides and ribs. His fingers moved quickly, like spiders on a web. Marta screamed with laughter, her face turning red. “You… hahaha… little bastards! You’ll pay for this! I’ll call the police!”
But the pair didn’t stop. Elena moved to her stomach, triggering a new wave of laughter. “Hahaha… Haha! Enough! You’re my employees, you have to obey!” Andrei laughed. “Not today.” He moved to her arms – tickling the inner sides. Marta thrashed, the straps creaking. “No! Hahaha! You’re sick! You have no chance against me!”
Gradually they worked over her entire body. Elena returned to the feet, tickling between the toes where Marta was especially sensitive. Marta was choking with laughter. “Stop! Haha! I’m your boss! I’ll fire you!” Andrei meanwhile tickled her neck and ears, forcing her to turn her head from side to side. “But you already fired me, or did you forget?”
The dialogue mixed with laughter. Marta remained domineering even as she writhed in spasms. “You… hahaha… pathetic little worms! Do you really think you can break me? I’m Marta Danyliuk, I’ve survived worse than some tickling.” Elena laughed. “Worse than this? Wait.” She unfastened the waist strap, pulled the sheet completely off Marta’s naked body, and immediately refastened the strap. She moved to the inner thighs, close to the intimate areas, and began tickling, eliciting hysterical laughter. Marta tried to close her legs, but the straps held. “Haha! You’re perverts! Let me go or… hahaha… or I’ll sue you!”
Andrei looked at Elena. “Let’s go higher.” They moved to her underarms. When Andrei ran his fingers over her shaved armpits, Marta exploded with laughter. “NO! HahaHAHA! Not the armpits! That’s… hahaha… too much!” Her body shook, breasts bouncing wildly. It was her greatest weakness - the armpits were extremely sensitive, every touch sending waves of electricity through her. “Enough! Haha! Immediately!” But they didn’t stop. Elena joined on the other side, their fingers dancing like feathers.
Marta still threatened: “When I get out of this, I’ll destroy you! Haha! I’ll fire you, I’ll call my lawyer! You’re nothing!” But her voice was weakening, the laughter exhausting her. Andrei watched her chest. “Look at those enormous breasts of yours.” Marta panicked. “Don’t touch me! That’s… hahaha… forbidden!”
Andrei watched her chest and slowly moved his hands lower. “Look at those enormous breasts of yours.” First he circled around the sides of her breasts with light, teasing strokes, then slid his fingers gently along the undersides where the skin was thinnest and most sensitive. “Yuooh...Don’t touch me there! That’s… hahaha… forbidden!” Elena mirrored him on the other side, tracing slow circles around the areolas without yet touching the nipples. Marta’s laughter grew even more frantic, her body arching against the restraints. Only then did Andrei’s fingertips finally brush directly over her nipples, tickling them lightly at first, then more insistently.
“Aaahh… hahaha what are you doing… not there… hahah… my nipples! Hahaha! I can’t stand it! Popescu! Stop! Hahaha…. Elena! Make him stop! Hahahhaah.”
“Now give in,” Andrei said, not stopping. “Say you won’t fire me. And apologise to Elena.” Marta writhed, tears streaming down her face from laughter. “Never! Haha! I’m the boss! You… hahaha… are my subjects!” They smoothly switched positions and Elena intensified - circling and flicking the nipples while Andrei returned to the armpits. Marta screamed. “Enough! HahaHAHA! Fine, fine! I won’t fire you! I’m sorry!”
But they continued for emphasis. “Not yet,” Elena whispered. “Say it out loud.” Marta, completely broken, shouted through her laughter: “I’m sorry! Haha! You’re good employees! I won’t fire anyone! Please, stop!” Finally they stopped. Marta lay exhausted, her body glistening with sweat, breasts still heaving. “You win, but this stays between us.”
Andrei and Elena untied her. Marta dressed. “Fine, Popescu, you can stay. And you, Elena, get a bonus. But don’t forget what I said.” She walked away, her arrogance broken.
The story ended, but things changed in the hotel. Marta became less abrasive, at least towards them. And they shared a secret that bound them together forever.
In the picturesque coastal town of Constanța in Romania, where the Black Sea meets sandy beaches and scorching sun, stood the luxurious Obsidian Hotel. It was a five-star resort where guests from Germany, Italy, or Poland gathered for relaxation, massages, and endless sunbathing. The hotel’s manager was Marta Danyliuk, a 43-year-old woman originally from Ukraine, who had emigrated to Romania ten years earlier after divorcing a wealthy businessman. Marta was tall and robust, with long black hair and a voluptuous figure that many would describe as curvaceous. Her large, full breasts were her most striking feature - she often displayed them in tight blouses that left little to the imagination. Her skin was deeply tanned from countless hours spent on the beach, where she enjoyed her status as the queen of the hotel. But behind this facade hid a tyrant.
Marta constantly bullied her employees. She shouted at the cleaners over the tiniest speck of dust, humiliated receptionists for slow check-ins, and threatened to fire the cooks if the food wasn’t perfect. Her favourite phrase was: “You’re here only because I allow it!” No one dared to contradict her, as she had connections in the city and could ruin anyone’s career. Among her victims was Andrei Popescu, a 22-year-old young man who worked as both gardener and handyman. Andrei was slim and toned from hard physical labour, with short brown hair and a friendly smile. He was a university student and had taken this job to help cover his studies, which his parents partially supported. His girlfriend Elena, a 21-year-old beauty with brown hair and delicate features, worked as a masseuse in the hotel’s wellness centre. They had been together for a year, and their relationship was one of mutual support, especially during the difficult times when Marta attacked them.
One hot summer day, Andrei was cleaning one of the main decorative fountains in the hotel garden - a three-tiered marble cascade personally selected by Marta from Italy, worth over 15,000 euros. While repairing a clogged filter (sand from the beach, leaves, and algae), he hurried because Marta insisted the fountain be turned on as soon as possible.
When he switched on the pump at full power, the impeller shifted slightly and the water pressure became disrupted. Instead of an elegant arc, the water began spraying sideways like a broken sprinkler. The jet shot a metre or two to the side, drenching expensive hibiscus bushes and creating mud on the paving. Water also flowed back through a loose connection and flooded the flowerbed.
“You idiot! Do you have any idea how much this cost? You’re useless! Tomorrow you’re fired, and you can go back to your village to beg!” Marta screamed with hands on hips while her large breasts rising and falling with every furious breath. Andrei bowed his head, apologised, but knew it was pointless. Marta was uncompromising. After the incident, he returned to his small room in the staff wing, where Elena was waiting.
“Don’t worry, love,” she comforted him as they embraced. “That woman is a monster. We have to pay her back. Before your notice period ends and Marta finds a new handyman.” Andrei nodded. They talked at length about Marta’s behaviour - how she insulted Elena, how she forced her to work overtime without pay. And then the idea came. Elena knew that Marta regularly ordered massages to unwind from “incompetent employees”. This time they could use it. “I’ll strap her down under the pretext of some new technique - a special massage. And you’ll come in… and we’ll show her what real helplessness feels like.”
Elena knew Marta was extremely ticklish. When she washed her feet with a towel before a massage, Marta would laugh and squirm like crazy. Even then she had scolded Elena afterwards. Since that time, Elena had been careful never to touch her soles even by accident. “We’ll tickle her until she gives in,” Elena suggested to the surprised Andrei. At first he took it as a joke. But after several more confrontations with Marta over the following days, they decided to go through with it. The plan was simple but risky.
One of the following days, Marta arrived at the wellness centre with her usual arrogance. She wore a light robe, underneath which she had only underwear. “Today I need a proper massage, real relaxation,” she announced to Elena. Elena smiled sweetly, though inside she was seething. “Of course, Mrs Danyliuk. Would you like to try a new technique - extended stretching massage? It looks a bit like being stretched on a rack, but it perfectly releases all the intervertebral discs. We use special straps to keep you in the correct position.”
Marta frowned but agreed. She needed to keep up with trends and know all the latest methods. She lay face-up on the massage table, removed her robe and underwear, and covered herself with a sheet as usual. Her body spread out before Elena: her large breasts spilled to the sides, her belly slightly rounded, her legs long and tanned. Elena gently took her hands and secured them with prepared straps above her head to the frame of the table, spread her legs and fastened them to the legs of the table. Another strap went around her waist so she couldn’t move. “This is to keep you perfectly stretched,” Elena explained. Marta nodded, unaware of what was coming.
Everything was ready. Elena didn’t hesitate and moved to Marta’s feet, beginning to gently tickle the soles. “Hey! That tickles! Stop! Hahaha.” Elena continued. “What are you doing? This isn’t a massage!” Elena smiled. “Just testing your sensitivity. It seems you’re very ticklish.”
At that moment, the door from the adjacent room opened, where Andrei had been waiting and listening. Marta turned her head and her eyes widened. “Popescu! What are you doing here? Get out immediately!” Andrei laughed and closed the door. “Andrei is my boyfriend. If you ever bothered to learn anything about your employees, you’d know that, Mrs Danyliuk,” Elena replied. Marta tried to break free, but the straps held firm. “You’re insane! Let me go! I’m your boss!”
Andrei and Elena stood on either side of her. “Do you remember how you wanted to fire me?” Andrei asked. “And how you humiliated Elena?” “Today you’re getting the proper massage you wanted, Mrs Danyliuk.” Elena began tickling Marta’s feet – her fingers moved over the soles, still bearing traces of beach sand. Marta burst into uncontrollable laughter. “Hahaha! Stop! This is ridiculous! I’ll fire you both!”
“Ridiculous? This is just the beginning,” Elena replied and moved to her thighs. Marta writhed, her large breasts shaking with laughter. “No! Haha! You’re mad! Let me go, I order you!” Andrei joined in, tickling her sides and ribs. His fingers moved quickly, like spiders on a web. Marta screamed with laughter, her face turning red. “You… hahaha… little bastards! You’ll pay for this! I’ll call the police!”
But the pair didn’t stop. Elena moved to her stomach, triggering a new wave of laughter. “Hahaha… Haha! Enough! You’re my employees, you have to obey!” Andrei laughed. “Not today.” He moved to her arms – tickling the inner sides. Marta thrashed, the straps creaking. “No! Hahaha! You’re sick! You have no chance against me!”
Gradually they worked over her entire body. Elena returned to the feet, tickling between the toes where Marta was especially sensitive. Marta was choking with laughter. “Stop! Haha! I’m your boss! I’ll fire you!” Andrei meanwhile tickled her neck and ears, forcing her to turn her head from side to side. “But you already fired me, or did you forget?”
The dialogue mixed with laughter. Marta remained domineering even as she writhed in spasms. “You… hahaha… pathetic little worms! Do you really think you can break me? I’m Marta Danyliuk, I’ve survived worse than some tickling.” Elena laughed. “Worse than this? Wait.” She unfastened the waist strap, pulled the sheet completely off Marta’s naked body, and immediately refastened the strap. She moved to the inner thighs, close to the intimate areas, and began tickling, eliciting hysterical laughter. Marta tried to close her legs, but the straps held. “Haha! You’re perverts! Let me go or… hahaha… or I’ll sue you!”
Andrei looked at Elena. “Let’s go higher.” They moved to her underarms. When Andrei ran his fingers over her shaved armpits, Marta exploded with laughter. “NO! HahaHAHA! Not the armpits! That’s… hahaha… too much!” Her body shook, breasts bouncing wildly. It was her greatest weakness - the armpits were extremely sensitive, every touch sending waves of electricity through her. “Enough! Haha! Immediately!” But they didn’t stop. Elena joined on the other side, their fingers dancing like feathers.
Marta still threatened: “When I get out of this, I’ll destroy you! Haha! I’ll fire you, I’ll call my lawyer! You’re nothing!” But her voice was weakening, the laughter exhausting her. Andrei watched her chest. “Look at those enormous breasts of yours.” Marta panicked. “Don’t touch me! That’s… hahaha… forbidden!”
Andrei watched her chest and slowly moved his hands lower. “Look at those enormous breasts of yours.” First he circled around the sides of her breasts with light, teasing strokes, then slid his fingers gently along the undersides where the skin was thinnest and most sensitive. “Yuooh...Don’t touch me there! That’s… hahaha… forbidden!” Elena mirrored him on the other side, tracing slow circles around the areolas without yet touching the nipples. Marta’s laughter grew even more frantic, her body arching against the restraints. Only then did Andrei’s fingertips finally brush directly over her nipples, tickling them lightly at first, then more insistently.
“Aaahh… hahaha what are you doing… not there… hahah… my nipples! Hahaha! I can’t stand it! Popescu! Stop! Hahaha…. Elena! Make him stop! Hahahhaah.”
“Now give in,” Andrei said, not stopping. “Say you won’t fire me. And apologise to Elena.” Marta writhed, tears streaming down her face from laughter. “Never! Haha! I’m the boss! You… hahaha… are my subjects!” They smoothly switched positions and Elena intensified - circling and flicking the nipples while Andrei returned to the armpits. Marta screamed. “Enough! HahaHAHA! Fine, fine! I won’t fire you! I’m sorry!”
But they continued for emphasis. “Not yet,” Elena whispered. “Say it out loud.” Marta, completely broken, shouted through her laughter: “I’m sorry! Haha! You’re good employees! I won’t fire anyone! Please, stop!” Finally they stopped. Marta lay exhausted, her body glistening with sweat, breasts still heaving. “You win, but this stays between us.”
Andrei and Elena untied her. Marta dressed. “Fine, Popescu, you can stay. And you, Elena, get a bonus. But don’t forget what I said.” She walked away, her arrogance broken.
The story ended, but things changed in the hotel. Marta became less abrasive, at least towards them. And they shared a secret that bound them together forever.
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