"ROOM 214" (part 3)
The sensations created by this charmed attire continued. I closed my eyes, leaned my head back, and swayed on my heels.
“Mmmm, nice.”
The corset was undulating against my skin with every movement, the satin massaging my breasts. The panties slid across my flesh almost like liquid, causing goosebumps all over. I ran my gloved hands over my curves, but the moment they hit flesh, I was tickled so severely it was startling. Light a pleasant shock of electricity. I paused for a moment, then contemplated the possibilities. I slid my corset down ever so slightly to reveal my nipples. I hesitated for just a moment then brushed a fingertip over my right areola.
“Unh, God,” I laughed, “Lucky, lucky girl.”
My nipple grew erect and tightened right before my eyes, practically reaching just one more touch from my enchanted glove. I looked at my hands, then down at my panties, and I did the math.
“I think it’s play time,” I giggled.
I realized the crippling pleasure I was in for, and decided to move my fun to the bed. A red feather boa spiraled around the bed post. I addressed it as if teasing an anxious lover.
“There might be time for you too, if I’m not too worn out.”
I plunged into the feather comforter, hugged by the cushioning like lying in a cloud. I stripped off the corset and let it fall beside the bed. When it came time to lose the panties, I started to chicken out. I looked again at the gloves and felt a little nervous. I reassured myself aloud, hoping whatever spirits blessed this room would understand the degree of my threshold.
I spoke quietly to myself, “It’s okay. You’re ready for this. Just let it happen. It’s only pleasure.” I looked at the gloves again, now almost glowing white, and I chuckled to myself, “Yeah, it’s only going to be the best tickle-fuck in history. And if you faint, maybe the gloves will take over.”
Then, as if by cue, the gloves truly took over. They began with my ribs, running up and down them methodically.
I howled with laughter, “Oooh, God, no! Stop!” My words pled for mercy, but my insane tittering just invited the onslaught. And my body was practically begging for it. My stomach flexed tight, and each breath stretched my ribs out to be fiendishly attacked. Then the possessed gloves moved to my armpits, and my sanity was truly tested. I was laughing so hard, I couldn’t even beg. I tried to roll off the bed, but I’d sunk so far into the cushion that I was trapped, on my back, delightfully vulnerable. Inevitably my hands moved to my breasts, groping and squeezing with an artist’s perfection. The pleasure was a welcome bliss to the hellish tickling which presided. I had just a moment to gather my wits.
I looked around desperately to any solution to this predicament. And that’s when I noticed the feather boa was missing.
“Oh, please don’t tell me,” I fretted.
Sure enough, I looked down to see the boa snaking its way toward me from the foot of the bed. I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. Then my stockings fell victim to the same influence as my gloves. As if magnetized, the stockings forced my legs apart. Far apart.
I laid my head back and closed my eyes. I couldn’t watch what was about to happen. Feeling it would be too much as it was. Then came the first sensation. The feathery serpent slipped under the elastic of my panties. I gulped and held my breath. With fantastic speed and grace the boa slid along a well-thought path in my underwear, a repeated figure “8” around my thighs, against my crotch, and (God, help me) right between my goose-pimpled cheeks.
“Are you kidding me?” I screamed, “Somebody help me, please!”
I knew my cries would go unheard. My spread legs forced my pelvis into the air, leaving my ass completely open for the most brutal and pleasurable tickle of my life.
“Oooo,” I giggled, “That is so kinky.”
The train of feathers had not ignored my anxious clitoris either, slithering against it with a lover’s care.
“You better not stop,” I commanded, “Unnh! You better not fucking stop.”
I surrendered to the ecstasy, to the puppeteers pulling all the right strings.
“I want this,” I gasped, licking my lips in welcome.
I had said just the right words. Just as my climax gave that tingling hint, I was given control of my hands again…and the sweet electricity remained in my fingers. I tore off my panties and threw them across the room. I rolled over on my stomach and plunged a finger inside myself. The energy from the glove filled me like a lover ejaculating. It threw an arc of electricity right to my g-spot. I clenched the sheets in my free hand, bit my pillow and groaned. My orgasm was right there at my beckon call.
Then I took full control. Apparently a night of being teased by this room had taken its toll on me. I had developed a sadistic appetite for teasing myself. I removed my finger and rolled back over, face up.
“It’s all about taking your time, girl,” I told myself, “and now you’ve got all night.”
I plucked a feather from the boa, spread my legs, and proceeded to tantalize my ticklish clitoris for the next two hours. I fell in and out of consciousness several times, wrapped in sweet, prolonged pleasure. Each time I slipped into a dream filled with visions of glamorous men filling this very room and giving my body their full, expert attention. And each time I awoke, my magical gloves had continued to pleasure me during my rest.
“Thank you,” I whispered with a giggle to my little helpers.
I teetered on the edge of an impending climax and enjoyed every minute. I kept myself just close enough, until I knew my sweat drenched body would wait no more. I was in perfect syncronicity with my libido, and I knew the exact minute amount of stimulation I needed.
Just three more ticklish strokes on my aching button.
“Here we go,” I panted. I took a deep breath and counted out the tickles.
“Coochie…”
Tickle one.
“…coochie!...”
Tickle two!
The third stroke, fuck yes, that third stroke was flawless.
“…COOOOO!”
My back arched and I screamed so loud, I probably woke the whole hotel. Each pulse of my orgasm brought about a high-pitched shriek of passion. Every contraction two-fold the previous in intensity. My body shuddered and my pelvis humped the open air. Every fantasy raced through my mind at once. Every boy I’d ever had and every one I’d ever wanted was inside me all at once. I was overwhelmed.
I fainted only for an instant. The cumming had calmed down, bringing giggles from my lips now. I waited until I could feel my legs again, and I tried to stand, clumsily. Then I heard a sound from outside the door. Someone had been standing out there. Someone heard everything. I was past any shame. I took pride in this pleasure; I’d deserved it.
I walked to the door and threw it open. To no surprise, I found the hotel manager with his ear to the door.
“Were you listening to me,” I asked playfully.
He gasped at my nudity, and the impressive bulge in his pants twitched as he looked me up and down.
“So, mind if I come back tomorrow?”
He couldn’t speak, just nodded.
I strutted past him, proudly. As I opened my door, I cast him a backwards glance.
“Oh, and I get the room for free, right?”
He didn’t have to answer. I was in control of the situation, and I loved it. Room 214 had given me all the confidence I needed, and I would repay it with all the visits my body could bear…and then a few more.
-The end
The sensations created by this charmed attire continued. I closed my eyes, leaned my head back, and swayed on my heels.
“Mmmm, nice.”
The corset was undulating against my skin with every movement, the satin massaging my breasts. The panties slid across my flesh almost like liquid, causing goosebumps all over. I ran my gloved hands over my curves, but the moment they hit flesh, I was tickled so severely it was startling. Light a pleasant shock of electricity. I paused for a moment, then contemplated the possibilities. I slid my corset down ever so slightly to reveal my nipples. I hesitated for just a moment then brushed a fingertip over my right areola.
“Unh, God,” I laughed, “Lucky, lucky girl.”
My nipple grew erect and tightened right before my eyes, practically reaching just one more touch from my enchanted glove. I looked at my hands, then down at my panties, and I did the math.
“I think it’s play time,” I giggled.
I realized the crippling pleasure I was in for, and decided to move my fun to the bed. A red feather boa spiraled around the bed post. I addressed it as if teasing an anxious lover.
“There might be time for you too, if I’m not too worn out.”
I plunged into the feather comforter, hugged by the cushioning like lying in a cloud. I stripped off the corset and let it fall beside the bed. When it came time to lose the panties, I started to chicken out. I looked again at the gloves and felt a little nervous. I reassured myself aloud, hoping whatever spirits blessed this room would understand the degree of my threshold.
I spoke quietly to myself, “It’s okay. You’re ready for this. Just let it happen. It’s only pleasure.” I looked at the gloves again, now almost glowing white, and I chuckled to myself, “Yeah, it’s only going to be the best tickle-fuck in history. And if you faint, maybe the gloves will take over.”
Then, as if by cue, the gloves truly took over. They began with my ribs, running up and down them methodically.
I howled with laughter, “Oooh, God, no! Stop!” My words pled for mercy, but my insane tittering just invited the onslaught. And my body was practically begging for it. My stomach flexed tight, and each breath stretched my ribs out to be fiendishly attacked. Then the possessed gloves moved to my armpits, and my sanity was truly tested. I was laughing so hard, I couldn’t even beg. I tried to roll off the bed, but I’d sunk so far into the cushion that I was trapped, on my back, delightfully vulnerable. Inevitably my hands moved to my breasts, groping and squeezing with an artist’s perfection. The pleasure was a welcome bliss to the hellish tickling which presided. I had just a moment to gather my wits.
I looked around desperately to any solution to this predicament. And that’s when I noticed the feather boa was missing.
“Oh, please don’t tell me,” I fretted.
Sure enough, I looked down to see the boa snaking its way toward me from the foot of the bed. I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. Then my stockings fell victim to the same influence as my gloves. As if magnetized, the stockings forced my legs apart. Far apart.
I laid my head back and closed my eyes. I couldn’t watch what was about to happen. Feeling it would be too much as it was. Then came the first sensation. The feathery serpent slipped under the elastic of my panties. I gulped and held my breath. With fantastic speed and grace the boa slid along a well-thought path in my underwear, a repeated figure “8” around my thighs, against my crotch, and (God, help me) right between my goose-pimpled cheeks.
“Are you kidding me?” I screamed, “Somebody help me, please!”
I knew my cries would go unheard. My spread legs forced my pelvis into the air, leaving my ass completely open for the most brutal and pleasurable tickle of my life.
“Oooo,” I giggled, “That is so kinky.”
The train of feathers had not ignored my anxious clitoris either, slithering against it with a lover’s care.
“You better not stop,” I commanded, “Unnh! You better not fucking stop.”
I surrendered to the ecstasy, to the puppeteers pulling all the right strings.
“I want this,” I gasped, licking my lips in welcome.
I had said just the right words. Just as my climax gave that tingling hint, I was given control of my hands again…and the sweet electricity remained in my fingers. I tore off my panties and threw them across the room. I rolled over on my stomach and plunged a finger inside myself. The energy from the glove filled me like a lover ejaculating. It threw an arc of electricity right to my g-spot. I clenched the sheets in my free hand, bit my pillow and groaned. My orgasm was right there at my beckon call.
Then I took full control. Apparently a night of being teased by this room had taken its toll on me. I had developed a sadistic appetite for teasing myself. I removed my finger and rolled back over, face up.
“It’s all about taking your time, girl,” I told myself, “and now you’ve got all night.”
I plucked a feather from the boa, spread my legs, and proceeded to tantalize my ticklish clitoris for the next two hours. I fell in and out of consciousness several times, wrapped in sweet, prolonged pleasure. Each time I slipped into a dream filled with visions of glamorous men filling this very room and giving my body their full, expert attention. And each time I awoke, my magical gloves had continued to pleasure me during my rest.
“Thank you,” I whispered with a giggle to my little helpers.
I teetered on the edge of an impending climax and enjoyed every minute. I kept myself just close enough, until I knew my sweat drenched body would wait no more. I was in perfect syncronicity with my libido, and I knew the exact minute amount of stimulation I needed.
Just three more ticklish strokes on my aching button.
“Here we go,” I panted. I took a deep breath and counted out the tickles.
“Coochie…”
Tickle one.
“…coochie!...”
Tickle two!
The third stroke, fuck yes, that third stroke was flawless.
“…COOOOO!”
My back arched and I screamed so loud, I probably woke the whole hotel. Each pulse of my orgasm brought about a high-pitched shriek of passion. Every contraction two-fold the previous in intensity. My body shuddered and my pelvis humped the open air. Every fantasy raced through my mind at once. Every boy I’d ever had and every one I’d ever wanted was inside me all at once. I was overwhelmed.
I fainted only for an instant. The cumming had calmed down, bringing giggles from my lips now. I waited until I could feel my legs again, and I tried to stand, clumsily. Then I heard a sound from outside the door. Someone had been standing out there. Someone heard everything. I was past any shame. I took pride in this pleasure; I’d deserved it.
I walked to the door and threw it open. To no surprise, I found the hotel manager with his ear to the door.
“Were you listening to me,” I asked playfully.
He gasped at my nudity, and the impressive bulge in his pants twitched as he looked me up and down.
“So, mind if I come back tomorrow?”
He couldn’t speak, just nodded.
I strutted past him, proudly. As I opened my door, I cast him a backwards glance.
“Oh, and I get the room for free, right?”
He didn’t have to answer. I was in control of the situation, and I loved it. Room 214 had given me all the confidence I needed, and I would repay it with all the visits my body could bear…and then a few more.
-The end
