“The Channel 9 News Team” Part 5
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The news anchors of the Channel 9 News team were released from their chairs on the condition that they behave. They removed their layered feet from Matt and Adam’s faces. Both men were still tied lying on the ground. They both were overwhelmed with relief to get some fresh air after being forced to smell so many sweaty soles.
Matt: “Oh God, let us up! No more stinky feet! Please!”
Adam: “That was disgusting! Oh man, my face smells like their feet now!”
Tom: “Relax, gentlemen. We’ll be doing something else now. Our clientele are itching to get their hands on some of these women. But there are only four buyers...and there are eight women to choose from. So I propose a competition to see which four girls will be tickled by the buyers now.”
The women were nervous about what the competition entailed. Tom called over Matt and Tom and had them sit on the couches. The buyers gathered around to watch the entertainment. Tom called over Stacy and Jen, the men’s fiancés. The women stepped forward timidly and stood in front of their significant others.
Tom went on to explain, “Alright ladies, you’re going to be given a chance to keep from being tickled for a short time. Jen, you will be the representative from the group you were just a part of. So if you fail this competition, you, Rhonda, Samantha, and Megan will be tickled first by the buyers. Stacy, if you fail, then Lisa, Abby, and Courtney will be tickled with you as well. The first woman to make her man finish will be the winner. But...the catch is that you’ll have to switch fiancés. Matt will be paired with Jen and Adam will get Stacy.”
Stacy and Jen were completely shocked at the proposition. They were best friends. How could they be expected to be with each other’s fiancés? The two couples had gone on countless double dates and vacations together. If they did this, it would cross a line that could never be uncrossed. How could they expect to remain good friends after something like that? It would just be so awkward all the time.
Stacy: “What?! Tom, are you serious?! No way! We aren’t doing that! Jen is my best friend; she wouldn’t do that to my fiancé.”
Jen: “Tom, you can’t expect us to do that! You’re crazy if you think we’re going to do that! We both have weddings coming up. Stacy would never do that to me.”
Tom: “Um correction...you HAD weddings coming up. And if that’s how you both feel...I guess I can just have two other girls do it instead. If it isn’t you two, it’s going to be somebody else.”
Stacy and Jen looked at each other sympathetically. They knew Tom was right. If it wasn’t the two of them, then it would just be Courtney or Megan or Samantha that took their place. The two friends knew they had to switch partners but it still felt weird knowing they would be competing against each other. Certainly neither one of them wanted to lose either. They were both very competitive and the thought of another woman doing a better job at pleasing their man was uncomfortable to consider.
Matt and Adam looked at each other with unsure expressions. They respected each other and had never gotten too out of line with each other’s girl. Sure they each thought the other man’s fiancé was very attractive but they never acted on anything. It would be so weird to get with the other guy’s soon-to-be wife. The women were instructed to begin. With all eyes on them, Jen walked over to Matt and Stacy came over to Adam.
Matt’s heart was beating out of his chest. He had sometimes thought about what it would be like to have Jen for a night. She was always very flirtatious towards him, especially when they all drank together. Jen paused as she looked over her best friend’s man. His package looked impressive. She started to straddle Matt’s lap. He looked over at Stacy, who was glaring back at him. She had always been the jealous type and this was surely making her furious.
Stacy watched as her best friend lowered herself onto Matt. Jen was rather petite so she had to go slow to ensure she could take all of him. Matt groaned as he felt himself slide up into Jen. Matt held Jen’s waist and felt a twinge of guilt as he started helping her move up and down. Jen went along with him and started riding him more enthusiastically.
Stacy huffed as she brought her focus back to Adam. She didn’t want to even think about sharing Matt. Stacy climbed on top of Adam’s lap with purpose. She reached down and guided him inside of her. The two women had shared everything at work...but not their men. This felt strange and awkward and exhilarating all at the same time. Stacy sat down all the way on Adam’s lap, feeling him tense. She leaned in and pressed her large, full chest into his face. Stacy had no intention of sharing her man AND being tickled afterward too.
Jen gasped as she watched Stacy giving it to her fiancé. She leaned in and started making out with Matt, making sure to use plenty of tongue. Matt didn’t know what to think. He had always dreamt about Jen. What she must be like in bed, if she had any techniques that Stacy didn’t use, what it must be like to finish inside her. Now here she was riding him like there was no tomorrow. But how could he focus on finishing if it meant Stacy would be tickled mercilessly?
As if Stacy had read his mind, she shouted over to Matt, “Baby, please don’t do it! Hold out! I need you to focus and not do anything! If you do, I’ll lose!” Matt had never felt so conflicted in his life. His head was swimming with ecstasy. He knew it was wrong but he couldn’t help but nibble her neck and feel her chest. Jen gasped with surprise and appreciated the attention.
Stacy bounced her full bottom up and down on Adam repeatedly. He groaned with pleasure as he watched her well-endowed chest sway and jiggle with each bounce. Adam was struggling to keep his cool. He had always daydreamed about what she must look like under her tight weather girl dresses. Now she was reducing him to a wild animal. Adam reached around her and gripped both of her cheeks as he thrust up into her. Stacy was not expecting such a spirited response from a man who should be trying to hold out for his fiancés’ sake. But Stacy was pleased she stirred him to such a state.
Matt was going crazy. Jen had his full attention but he felt horrible about betraying Stacy. Matt couldn’t help himself though; he was like a man possessed. He pulled Jen off of him and placed her on the couch lying on her back. Then Matt pulled her legs up and put them up in the air as he leaned in and buried his rock hard member in her. Jen gasped and said happily, “Wow haha! Matt, you’re absolutely huge right now!”
Stacy looked over and saw that her fiancé had switched positions and was going to town on her best friend. Stacy scoffed and decided that two could play that game. She got up and pushed Adam to his back on the couch. Then she climbed back on top of him and started riding him reverse cowgirl style. Stacy plopped her big, juicy rear up and down on his rod while she turned and looked back at him seductively. Her cheeks made a smacking sound every time they bounced down against his groin area and engulfed his manhood. “There, you like that, Adam? You like having the weather girl treat you like this while your fiancé watches? Yeah? Are you going to finish soon for me?” Stacy said as Adam struggled not to lose it.
Since Jen’s legs were up in the air and her feet were near Matt’s head, he had a clear view of the bottoms of her soles. She knew Matt had been jerked mercilessly for hours under a pile of stinky feet. Jen hated manipulating her friend this way but she also didn’t want to be tickled. Jen wiggled her toes and placed her feet over Matt’s face. He protested but was too enthralled with taking her. Matt was too close to finishing to want to stop and move her feet out of the way. Matt grimaced and tried to turn his head away but was forced to smell Jen’s feet if he wanted to get off.
Stacy knew she had to go for it if she was going to beat Jen. Jen had occasionally mentioned during girl talk that Adam absolutely loved blowjobs. She gave him one for every anniversary, Valentine’s Day, and birthday. Stacy always thought she had exceptional blowjob technique so she decided that might be her best bet to make Adam finish first. Stacy moves her lower body further down by Adam’s face so that they were in more of a 69 position. Stacy started rolling her hand up and down his shaft in a jerking motion as she swallowed the upper portion of his cock and went to town. She synced her mouth and hand perfectly as they went up and down the entire length of Adam’s rod. She made sure to make plenty of sloppy, wet slurping noises as she sucked him. Adam was in heaven. He was being sucked off by his friend’s smoking hot fiancé and had an excellent view of her shapely bottom and pussy.
Adam was wishing he could just give in right then and there. Stacy’s blowjob technique was out of this world. But he had to hold out for Jen. Adam tried to think of a way to distract himself so he would last longer. Stacy’s feet were close to his face, on either side of his head as she knelt down on top of him in reverse. He thought maybe if he just sniffed her sweaty feet a little, that would deter him from being so excited. Adam brought one of Stacy’s pristine size 7.5 feet up to his face and sniffed around her adorable toes. Stacy raised an eyebrow but didn’t bother looking back; she was too focused on winning. Stacy felt Adam’s penis stiffening even further in her mouth so she just let him do whatever he wanted with her feet. Adam realized his plan had backfired but the smell of her feet was too alluring now. He couldn’t help but keep sniffing. He even pulled Stacy’s other foot up and smelled both sets of toes at once.
Matt complained that he didn’t want to smell her feet anymore but his penis hardening even further betrayed his words. Jen knew she had him. She said, “Oh now you wouldn’t want poor little me and my pretty feet to be tickled again, would you Matt? Go ahead and finish. It’s okay this one time. It’ll feel so good. You’ve been building up for hours. Stacy will forgive you, it’s alright. I mean, what choice did they give us, right? Oh God, you feel massive.” Matt gave in and stopped fighting the overwhelming urge to release. He blew his load as he kept thrusting into Jen’s petite, toned figure. She giggled a little and smiled with relief as she felt his warm load fill her.
Just as Matt was climaxing, Stacy was sending Adam over the edge. She stopped momentarily to tease him playfully, “Wow, looks like you have a crush on me...or at least my feet. It’s okay. I won’t tell Jen. You can cum while you smell my feet.” Stacy took Adam’s cock back into her mouth and resumed slurping him sloppily. Adam wanted to be good for Jen but now he couldn’t get the thought of what it must be like to date Stacy out of his mind. He couldn’t shake the thought of her reporting the weather in a form-fitting dress and then getting an epic blowjob from her afterward. Adam came hard. At first he felt a rush of panic as he felt himself go past the point of no return but then embraced the warm, relaxing rush of endorphins as Stacy worked every last drop of cum out of his balls.
Tom: “Uh oh...looks like we have a tie!”
Since both teams did not technically win, Tom and Rich decided all the news anchors should be tickled by the buyers. What ensued next was tickling chaos as the buyers went after the women like kids in a candy store.
20 minutes later...
Tyson had Rhonda and Samantha hogtied in front of him. He was using a hairbrush to scrub all over Rhonda’s dainty size 6.5 soles as they flailed around and crossed over one another. Rhonda’s mouth was wide open as she screamed and shouted laughter until she was nearly hoarse. The hairbrush was so intense, she could hardly focus on anything but laughing harder. Samantha was lying face down on the ground right next to her. She looked over at Rhonda sympathetically as she watched her coworker laugh and beg like a little girl.
“Aaaahahahahaha!! Not the brush! Get that away from my feet! Hahahahaha!! I’m Rhonda Sterherherling hahahahaha!! You can’t treat me like this!” Rhonda yelled as tears began to form in the corners of her eyes. Tyson chuckled as he kept scrubbing her vulnerable arches and delicate heels. “Well now, Missy, that’s where you’re wrong. You’re a tickle slave now and this is exactly how you’ll be treated from now on. You think that just ‘cause you’re a fancy woman on T.V., that means you’re entitled to special treatment now? No ma’am, you can just keep laughing.”
And Rhonda did. She laughed and twisted about in agony as her bare feet were exploited. But it didn’t last forever, contrary to what she expected. Tyson eventually stopped and shifted over behind Samantha. He said, “How would either of you ladies like to come back down with me to my ranch and be my ticklish little cowgirls? I’d lasso you get you in a hogtie just so I could rip off your cowgirl boots and make you squeal. How’d that be?” Both Rhonda and Samantha shook their heads no and repeatedly begged him not to pick them.
Tyson chuckled again and said, “Well think about it. And now for your turn, little Missy. Truth be told, I’ve always been partial to bigger feet on a gal. And you ma’am, have some big feet. Not many women have feet this big.” Samantha blushed with embarrassment as she crossed her size 10 soles over one another to try and hide them a little. Tyson began scrubbing the hairbrush across her meaty soles, sending Samantha into immediate screams and giggling.
Samantha absolutely couldn’t stand the hairbrush. It was very effective against her since her most sensitive areas were her lower arches near her heels and the pads below her toes. Tyson made sure to focus circling the bristles across those areas since it made Samantha cry laughter. He teased her, “Oh I’ve got a lively one! Tell me you’re a rich city gal with big, ticklish feet and maybe I’ll give you a break.” Samantha grunted at the humiliation she knew was coming but finally gave in and shouted, “Hahahahaha!! Fine! I’m a rich city gal with big, ticklish feet! Hahahaha!! There, are you happy?!”
James had Lisa and Courtney lying side by side on a couch with their feet propped up on one arm of it. James was at the end of the couch and sucking on their toes as he lightly tickled their arches and heels. Both women giggled and tried to wiggle their feet away but he was persistent. Lisa was always teased about her huge size 11 soles and had never received positive attention toward her feet. She thought it was so odd that a guy would want to suck on her long, lollipop toes.
Courtney giggled as her feet were touched and watched in disgust as James engulfed several of her toes. He flicked his tongue along the undersides of them and proved between them. It creeped Courtney out. James explained to them, “You know, ladies. My wife recently left me but I’m quite well off. I’m looking for someone I can take on business trips and getaways around the world. How would either of you like to be flown out to some beach resort with me and be my arm candy? What do you say? We could go to the beach and I could bury you in the sand and tickle your exposed feet.”
Lisa and Courtney both scoffed dismissively. Lisa showed him her ring as he continued to suck on her toes and said, “Sorry loser, I’m married already. I don’t want to go to Hawaii with you just to be your tickle toy.” Courtney thought about showing her ring off as well but realized she had forgotten to put it on the last time she went in to the station. Courtney explained, “I’m actually married too, I just forgot my wedding ring the other day. I don’t want to be your stupid stand-in wife, you creep.” James smiled and then started sucking on Courtney’s delectable toes again. He said, “You don’t look married to me.” James started stroking Courtney’s feet as he worshipped her toes.
“Plehehehease stop! Hahahaha! I’m married! I promise! Hahahaha! You can’t do this to me!” Courtney pleaded. James just ignored her. He found that the balls of her feet and the tender skin just under them as well was super ticklish. Courtney squealed and shook her feet like crazy when James’ fingers swiped along those areas. James switched back over to Lisa, who already had a decent ticklish reaction just from having her sensitive toes sucked. He also found that the outer edges of her long feet were quite excruciatingly ticklish. When he ran his hands along that area, Lisa’s feet shook with ticklish sensations.
James: “Oh yeah, I could tickle these feet all day on a beach somewhere.”
Lisa: “Hahahaha!! Please don’t! Hahahaha! I want to go home!”
Courtney: “Just stop sucking our toes and let us go!”
Jeff and his wife Vicky had taken Megan and Jen over to a couch. Jeff was seated with Megan kneeling in front of him. He was holding the back of her hair as she gave him a blowing in front of his wife, who was sitting next to him. Vicky wanted her husband to be completely happy. She had Jen sitting on the couch next to her with her feet in Vicky’s lap. Jen was laughing wildly as Vicky used her long nails to skitter they across her soles.
Vicky: “Are you having a good time, dear?”
Jeff: “Oh my God, yes. You’re the best wife.”
The couple shared a kiss. Megan looked up and saw how badly Jen was laughing. It worried her seeing her friend squirm and shift on the couch as she laughed wildly. Vicky saw the pretty brunette glancing up every so often and told her, “Don’t worry, dear. When I’m through with your friend, I’ll give you a turn.” Megan’s eyes opened wide and she let out muffled protests but Jeff kept her head down and her mouth on task.
Vicky discovered that Jen had the strongest reactions when she raked her nails down the middle of her arches and also near the base of her toes. Vicky found that Jen was especially vulnerable near the base of her two smaller toes on each foot. The relentless nails sent the petite cutie into absolute hysterics as she cried out for a break. Vicky teases her, “Oh does that tickle near your little toes? Tickle tickle tickle...”
Eventually Vicky pointed and Megan and used one finger to give the “come over here” motion. She said, “Here dear, I think this one can finish you off. I want to get to know the darker-haired one a little better. Megan and Jen switched spots. Megan poured as she lifted her feet up into Vicky’s lap. Jen knelt down in front of Jeff. He grabbed a fistful of her hair in the back and pulled her head to the side to show her who was in charge. Jen gasped slightly but then went right to work as he guided her down onto his cock.
Vicky traced her fingernails all over Megan’s perfect size 8 soles. They were remarkably soft and aesthetically gorgeous. Megan laughed and jolted as Vicky’s sharp nails sent sensations coursing through her. She soon discovered that Megan’s most ticklish spots were her the undersides of her toes, especially between her big and second toes. The poor girl hated when Vicky probed in there.
Megan: “Please stop! Hahahahaha!! Please! I’ll suck your husband off! Hahahaha!! Let me finish him! I’ll do a great job! Hahahahaha!! Stop tickling me and I’ll do it!”
Vicky: “Well that’s rather bold of you to propose. So you want to blow my husband, do you? You’d like that. Much better than having your feet tickled by me, I imagine. Tell me...how bad do you want to suck his cock right now?”
Megan: “Hahahaha!! Really bad! Hahahaha!! Please! Let me do it! Hahahahaha!! I’ll do a good job, I swear!”
Vicky: “I don’t know...it looks like your friend is going a pretty good job already.”
Just then, Jeff groaned and started shooting his load. He pulled Jen by the hair and held her as he squirted shot after shot of cum into her open mouth and waiting tongue. Megan looked disappointed as she watched Jeff finish. Vicky teased her by saying, “Aww...don’t you wish that was you right now. Tickle tickle tickle...” Megan giggled and cried out as Vicky started tickling her feet again.
Ahmed had the remaining two girls, Stacy and Abby. He had restrained them in a hogtie position using padded cuffs designed for doing so. Ahmed even tied their big toes together to keep their feet in place for what he had in mind. Ahmed disrobed and started lubing up their soles with oil. From behind, he slipped his penis between Abby’s meaty, size 6 soles and began pumping between her wrinkly arches. Abby wrinkled her face in disapproval but otherwise said nothing as she laid there and felt her feet being molested by the stranger.
But things got worse when Ahmed began tickling her soles as well while he gave her a forced footjob. Abby arched her back and screamed in surprise as she fell into constant laughter. She tried turning from side to side but he easily held her upright. Ahmed kept wiggling his fingers across her broad, substantial soles, which were glistening with oil. Abby went nuts when he focused on her wrinkly insteps near where his cock was going in and out of. The redhead let out an awkward, ugly laugh of desperation as she tried to kick and buck against her bondage.
Ahmed kept it up and proved to be a merciless tickler. Surely ending up as his tickle slave would be a living hell. Stacy looked over and watched with a strange satisfaction as Abby, her most annoying coworker by far, was tickled to the point of screaming. “That girl never shut the fuck up. Now she can’t do anything but laugh,” Stacy thought to herself amusingly but also as a coping mechanism to distract herself from her own imminent reality.
Ahmed kept up his brutal tickle assault as he fucked Abby’s feet. He told the women, “You two would be great additions to my palace back home. I would dress you in silk harem outfits and tickle you every day. My two personal princesses there for whatever my heart desired.” The thought of that sent chills down Stacy’s back. What a terrible life. How could any woman live like that? Flown to the other side of the world to be flaunted around and at the constant service of a sheik? Giving countless blowjobs, footjobs, being tickled all the time...
The thought of that snapped Stacy back to reality and now she felt kind of bad for her annoying coworker. She tried to help Abby by shouting out, “Hey, you big jerk! Give her a break!” Ahmed looked over at her and started using one hand to tickle her feet as well. Stacy fell into laughter alongside Abby. “Me and my big mouth,” Stacy thought as she squirmed about.
Shortly after, the sheik moved over to Stacy and began fucking her feet. He focused all of his efforts on tickling her as well, making her shout and thrash with crazy, unbridled laughter. Stacy hated feeling completely restrained and stuck while some horrible man tickled her bare, oiled soles and fucked her arches. Ahmed found that Stacy was quite ticklish on her feet. Her arches and toes were pretty much a goldmine of laughter. If only her fans knew how ticklish her soles were inside of her high heels when she gave the weather reports.
And to make matters worse, Ahmed had been saving a surprise. He wanted to bring it out right before he finished. Ahmed stopped briefly and undid the straps binding Abby. He ordered her to remove her panties and stuff them in Stacy’s mouth. Abby looked a little shy but obeyed the intimidating man.
Stacy: “Abby! Don’t listen to him! Ugh! Don’t do that! Abby! That’s so fucking disgusting! Abby? Abby?! No, don’t! Don’t you dare stuff those HHHMMMFFFMMM!!!”
Abby apologizes to Stacy as she wadded up her panties and pushed the ball of clothes into her coworker’s mouth. Ahmed had a ballgag ready and sealed Stacy’s mouth shut with it as she groaned and let out muffled, drooling protests. Abby tried to console Stacy as Ahmed resumed fucking her feet. Stacy wished more than anything that she could tell Abby to shut up right now but all she could do was lie there as the sheik got off to her soles while he tickled them.
Abby, ever the clueless, irritating coworker that she was, tried to help Stacy by saying, “It’ll be okay, Stacy. You’re a strong woman! You’re going to get through this! I’m here for you. Just try to think happy thoughts.” Stacy grunted into the gag and thought, “Easy for you to say! You aren’t the one getting your feet fucked and tickled right now. You should be the one in this position, not me. This isn’t fair!” And soon Ahmed came. He shot his cum all over Stacy’s helpless soles as she laughed into her gag.
TO BE CONTINUED...
*This story was requested by a TMF member. It was written based off of that member’s interests so if you don’t like what it’s about, keep it to yourself. The news station and all characters are fictional. We made up every name and description so if they match a news team somewhere, it is completely coincidental. And you should let me know so I can buy a Powerball ticket because what are the odds of that? FAIR WARNING: This story is EXTREMELY dark and should not be read by anyone...ever.
The news anchors of the Channel 9 News team were released from their chairs on the condition that they behave. They removed their layered feet from Matt and Adam’s faces. Both men were still tied lying on the ground. They both were overwhelmed with relief to get some fresh air after being forced to smell so many sweaty soles.
Matt: “Oh God, let us up! No more stinky feet! Please!”
Adam: “That was disgusting! Oh man, my face smells like their feet now!”
Tom: “Relax, gentlemen. We’ll be doing something else now. Our clientele are itching to get their hands on some of these women. But there are only four buyers...and there are eight women to choose from. So I propose a competition to see which four girls will be tickled by the buyers now.”
The women were nervous about what the competition entailed. Tom called over Matt and Tom and had them sit on the couches. The buyers gathered around to watch the entertainment. Tom called over Stacy and Jen, the men’s fiancés. The women stepped forward timidly and stood in front of their significant others.
Tom went on to explain, “Alright ladies, you’re going to be given a chance to keep from being tickled for a short time. Jen, you will be the representative from the group you were just a part of. So if you fail this competition, you, Rhonda, Samantha, and Megan will be tickled first by the buyers. Stacy, if you fail, then Lisa, Abby, and Courtney will be tickled with you as well. The first woman to make her man finish will be the winner. But...the catch is that you’ll have to switch fiancés. Matt will be paired with Jen and Adam will get Stacy.”
Stacy and Jen were completely shocked at the proposition. They were best friends. How could they be expected to be with each other’s fiancés? The two couples had gone on countless double dates and vacations together. If they did this, it would cross a line that could never be uncrossed. How could they expect to remain good friends after something like that? It would just be so awkward all the time.
Stacy: “What?! Tom, are you serious?! No way! We aren’t doing that! Jen is my best friend; she wouldn’t do that to my fiancé.”
Jen: “Tom, you can’t expect us to do that! You’re crazy if you think we’re going to do that! We both have weddings coming up. Stacy would never do that to me.”
Tom: “Um correction...you HAD weddings coming up. And if that’s how you both feel...I guess I can just have two other girls do it instead. If it isn’t you two, it’s going to be somebody else.”
Stacy and Jen looked at each other sympathetically. They knew Tom was right. If it wasn’t the two of them, then it would just be Courtney or Megan or Samantha that took their place. The two friends knew they had to switch partners but it still felt weird knowing they would be competing against each other. Certainly neither one of them wanted to lose either. They were both very competitive and the thought of another woman doing a better job at pleasing their man was uncomfortable to consider.
Matt and Adam looked at each other with unsure expressions. They respected each other and had never gotten too out of line with each other’s girl. Sure they each thought the other man’s fiancé was very attractive but they never acted on anything. It would be so weird to get with the other guy’s soon-to-be wife. The women were instructed to begin. With all eyes on them, Jen walked over to Matt and Stacy came over to Adam.
Matt’s heart was beating out of his chest. He had sometimes thought about what it would be like to have Jen for a night. She was always very flirtatious towards him, especially when they all drank together. Jen paused as she looked over her best friend’s man. His package looked impressive. She started to straddle Matt’s lap. He looked over at Stacy, who was glaring back at him. She had always been the jealous type and this was surely making her furious.
Stacy watched as her best friend lowered herself onto Matt. Jen was rather petite so she had to go slow to ensure she could take all of him. Matt groaned as he felt himself slide up into Jen. Matt held Jen’s waist and felt a twinge of guilt as he started helping her move up and down. Jen went along with him and started riding him more enthusiastically.
Stacy huffed as she brought her focus back to Adam. She didn’t want to even think about sharing Matt. Stacy climbed on top of Adam’s lap with purpose. She reached down and guided him inside of her. The two women had shared everything at work...but not their men. This felt strange and awkward and exhilarating all at the same time. Stacy sat down all the way on Adam’s lap, feeling him tense. She leaned in and pressed her large, full chest into his face. Stacy had no intention of sharing her man AND being tickled afterward too.
Jen gasped as she watched Stacy giving it to her fiancé. She leaned in and started making out with Matt, making sure to use plenty of tongue. Matt didn’t know what to think. He had always dreamt about Jen. What she must be like in bed, if she had any techniques that Stacy didn’t use, what it must be like to finish inside her. Now here she was riding him like there was no tomorrow. But how could he focus on finishing if it meant Stacy would be tickled mercilessly?
As if Stacy had read his mind, she shouted over to Matt, “Baby, please don’t do it! Hold out! I need you to focus and not do anything! If you do, I’ll lose!” Matt had never felt so conflicted in his life. His head was swimming with ecstasy. He knew it was wrong but he couldn’t help but nibble her neck and feel her chest. Jen gasped with surprise and appreciated the attention.
Stacy bounced her full bottom up and down on Adam repeatedly. He groaned with pleasure as he watched her well-endowed chest sway and jiggle with each bounce. Adam was struggling to keep his cool. He had always daydreamed about what she must look like under her tight weather girl dresses. Now she was reducing him to a wild animal. Adam reached around her and gripped both of her cheeks as he thrust up into her. Stacy was not expecting such a spirited response from a man who should be trying to hold out for his fiancés’ sake. But Stacy was pleased she stirred him to such a state.
Matt was going crazy. Jen had his full attention but he felt horrible about betraying Stacy. Matt couldn’t help himself though; he was like a man possessed. He pulled Jen off of him and placed her on the couch lying on her back. Then Matt pulled her legs up and put them up in the air as he leaned in and buried his rock hard member in her. Jen gasped and said happily, “Wow haha! Matt, you’re absolutely huge right now!”
Stacy looked over and saw that her fiancé had switched positions and was going to town on her best friend. Stacy scoffed and decided that two could play that game. She got up and pushed Adam to his back on the couch. Then she climbed back on top of him and started riding him reverse cowgirl style. Stacy plopped her big, juicy rear up and down on his rod while she turned and looked back at him seductively. Her cheeks made a smacking sound every time they bounced down against his groin area and engulfed his manhood. “There, you like that, Adam? You like having the weather girl treat you like this while your fiancé watches? Yeah? Are you going to finish soon for me?” Stacy said as Adam struggled not to lose it.
Since Jen’s legs were up in the air and her feet were near Matt’s head, he had a clear view of the bottoms of her soles. She knew Matt had been jerked mercilessly for hours under a pile of stinky feet. Jen hated manipulating her friend this way but she also didn’t want to be tickled. Jen wiggled her toes and placed her feet over Matt’s face. He protested but was too enthralled with taking her. Matt was too close to finishing to want to stop and move her feet out of the way. Matt grimaced and tried to turn his head away but was forced to smell Jen’s feet if he wanted to get off.
Stacy knew she had to go for it if she was going to beat Jen. Jen had occasionally mentioned during girl talk that Adam absolutely loved blowjobs. She gave him one for every anniversary, Valentine’s Day, and birthday. Stacy always thought she had exceptional blowjob technique so she decided that might be her best bet to make Adam finish first. Stacy moves her lower body further down by Adam’s face so that they were in more of a 69 position. Stacy started rolling her hand up and down his shaft in a jerking motion as she swallowed the upper portion of his cock and went to town. She synced her mouth and hand perfectly as they went up and down the entire length of Adam’s rod. She made sure to make plenty of sloppy, wet slurping noises as she sucked him. Adam was in heaven. He was being sucked off by his friend’s smoking hot fiancé and had an excellent view of her shapely bottom and pussy.
Adam was wishing he could just give in right then and there. Stacy’s blowjob technique was out of this world. But he had to hold out for Jen. Adam tried to think of a way to distract himself so he would last longer. Stacy’s feet were close to his face, on either side of his head as she knelt down on top of him in reverse. He thought maybe if he just sniffed her sweaty feet a little, that would deter him from being so excited. Adam brought one of Stacy’s pristine size 7.5 feet up to his face and sniffed around her adorable toes. Stacy raised an eyebrow but didn’t bother looking back; she was too focused on winning. Stacy felt Adam’s penis stiffening even further in her mouth so she just let him do whatever he wanted with her feet. Adam realized his plan had backfired but the smell of her feet was too alluring now. He couldn’t help but keep sniffing. He even pulled Stacy’s other foot up and smelled both sets of toes at once.
Matt complained that he didn’t want to smell her feet anymore but his penis hardening even further betrayed his words. Jen knew she had him. She said, “Oh now you wouldn’t want poor little me and my pretty feet to be tickled again, would you Matt? Go ahead and finish. It’s okay this one time. It’ll feel so good. You’ve been building up for hours. Stacy will forgive you, it’s alright. I mean, what choice did they give us, right? Oh God, you feel massive.” Matt gave in and stopped fighting the overwhelming urge to release. He blew his load as he kept thrusting into Jen’s petite, toned figure. She giggled a little and smiled with relief as she felt his warm load fill her.
Just as Matt was climaxing, Stacy was sending Adam over the edge. She stopped momentarily to tease him playfully, “Wow, looks like you have a crush on me...or at least my feet. It’s okay. I won’t tell Jen. You can cum while you smell my feet.” Stacy took Adam’s cock back into her mouth and resumed slurping him sloppily. Adam wanted to be good for Jen but now he couldn’t get the thought of what it must be like to date Stacy out of his mind. He couldn’t shake the thought of her reporting the weather in a form-fitting dress and then getting an epic blowjob from her afterward. Adam came hard. At first he felt a rush of panic as he felt himself go past the point of no return but then embraced the warm, relaxing rush of endorphins as Stacy worked every last drop of cum out of his balls.
Tom: “Uh oh...looks like we have a tie!”
Since both teams did not technically win, Tom and Rich decided all the news anchors should be tickled by the buyers. What ensued next was tickling chaos as the buyers went after the women like kids in a candy store.
20 minutes later...
Tyson had Rhonda and Samantha hogtied in front of him. He was using a hairbrush to scrub all over Rhonda’s dainty size 6.5 soles as they flailed around and crossed over one another. Rhonda’s mouth was wide open as she screamed and shouted laughter until she was nearly hoarse. The hairbrush was so intense, she could hardly focus on anything but laughing harder. Samantha was lying face down on the ground right next to her. She looked over at Rhonda sympathetically as she watched her coworker laugh and beg like a little girl.
“Aaaahahahahaha!! Not the brush! Get that away from my feet! Hahahahaha!! I’m Rhonda Sterherherling hahahahaha!! You can’t treat me like this!” Rhonda yelled as tears began to form in the corners of her eyes. Tyson chuckled as he kept scrubbing her vulnerable arches and delicate heels. “Well now, Missy, that’s where you’re wrong. You’re a tickle slave now and this is exactly how you’ll be treated from now on. You think that just ‘cause you’re a fancy woman on T.V., that means you’re entitled to special treatment now? No ma’am, you can just keep laughing.”
And Rhonda did. She laughed and twisted about in agony as her bare feet were exploited. But it didn’t last forever, contrary to what she expected. Tyson eventually stopped and shifted over behind Samantha. He said, “How would either of you ladies like to come back down with me to my ranch and be my ticklish little cowgirls? I’d lasso you get you in a hogtie just so I could rip off your cowgirl boots and make you squeal. How’d that be?” Both Rhonda and Samantha shook their heads no and repeatedly begged him not to pick them.
Tyson chuckled again and said, “Well think about it. And now for your turn, little Missy. Truth be told, I’ve always been partial to bigger feet on a gal. And you ma’am, have some big feet. Not many women have feet this big.” Samantha blushed with embarrassment as she crossed her size 10 soles over one another to try and hide them a little. Tyson began scrubbing the hairbrush across her meaty soles, sending Samantha into immediate screams and giggling.
Samantha absolutely couldn’t stand the hairbrush. It was very effective against her since her most sensitive areas were her lower arches near her heels and the pads below her toes. Tyson made sure to focus circling the bristles across those areas since it made Samantha cry laughter. He teased her, “Oh I’ve got a lively one! Tell me you’re a rich city gal with big, ticklish feet and maybe I’ll give you a break.” Samantha grunted at the humiliation she knew was coming but finally gave in and shouted, “Hahahahaha!! Fine! I’m a rich city gal with big, ticklish feet! Hahahaha!! There, are you happy?!”
James had Lisa and Courtney lying side by side on a couch with their feet propped up on one arm of it. James was at the end of the couch and sucking on their toes as he lightly tickled their arches and heels. Both women giggled and tried to wiggle their feet away but he was persistent. Lisa was always teased about her huge size 11 soles and had never received positive attention toward her feet. She thought it was so odd that a guy would want to suck on her long, lollipop toes.
Courtney giggled as her feet were touched and watched in disgust as James engulfed several of her toes. He flicked his tongue along the undersides of them and proved between them. It creeped Courtney out. James explained to them, “You know, ladies. My wife recently left me but I’m quite well off. I’m looking for someone I can take on business trips and getaways around the world. How would either of you like to be flown out to some beach resort with me and be my arm candy? What do you say? We could go to the beach and I could bury you in the sand and tickle your exposed feet.”
Lisa and Courtney both scoffed dismissively. Lisa showed him her ring as he continued to suck on her toes and said, “Sorry loser, I’m married already. I don’t want to go to Hawaii with you just to be your tickle toy.” Courtney thought about showing her ring off as well but realized she had forgotten to put it on the last time she went in to the station. Courtney explained, “I’m actually married too, I just forgot my wedding ring the other day. I don’t want to be your stupid stand-in wife, you creep.” James smiled and then started sucking on Courtney’s delectable toes again. He said, “You don’t look married to me.” James started stroking Courtney’s feet as he worshipped her toes.
“Plehehehease stop! Hahahaha! I’m married! I promise! Hahahaha! You can’t do this to me!” Courtney pleaded. James just ignored her. He found that the balls of her feet and the tender skin just under them as well was super ticklish. Courtney squealed and shook her feet like crazy when James’ fingers swiped along those areas. James switched back over to Lisa, who already had a decent ticklish reaction just from having her sensitive toes sucked. He also found that the outer edges of her long feet were quite excruciatingly ticklish. When he ran his hands along that area, Lisa’s feet shook with ticklish sensations.
James: “Oh yeah, I could tickle these feet all day on a beach somewhere.”
Lisa: “Hahahaha!! Please don’t! Hahahaha! I want to go home!”
Courtney: “Just stop sucking our toes and let us go!”
Jeff and his wife Vicky had taken Megan and Jen over to a couch. Jeff was seated with Megan kneeling in front of him. He was holding the back of her hair as she gave him a blowing in front of his wife, who was sitting next to him. Vicky wanted her husband to be completely happy. She had Jen sitting on the couch next to her with her feet in Vicky’s lap. Jen was laughing wildly as Vicky used her long nails to skitter they across her soles.
Vicky: “Are you having a good time, dear?”
Jeff: “Oh my God, yes. You’re the best wife.”
The couple shared a kiss. Megan looked up and saw how badly Jen was laughing. It worried her seeing her friend squirm and shift on the couch as she laughed wildly. Vicky saw the pretty brunette glancing up every so often and told her, “Don’t worry, dear. When I’m through with your friend, I’ll give you a turn.” Megan’s eyes opened wide and she let out muffled protests but Jeff kept her head down and her mouth on task.
Vicky discovered that Jen had the strongest reactions when she raked her nails down the middle of her arches and also near the base of her toes. Vicky found that Jen was especially vulnerable near the base of her two smaller toes on each foot. The relentless nails sent the petite cutie into absolute hysterics as she cried out for a break. Vicky teases her, “Oh does that tickle near your little toes? Tickle tickle tickle...”
Eventually Vicky pointed and Megan and used one finger to give the “come over here” motion. She said, “Here dear, I think this one can finish you off. I want to get to know the darker-haired one a little better. Megan and Jen switched spots. Megan poured as she lifted her feet up into Vicky’s lap. Jen knelt down in front of Jeff. He grabbed a fistful of her hair in the back and pulled her head to the side to show her who was in charge. Jen gasped slightly but then went right to work as he guided her down onto his cock.
Vicky traced her fingernails all over Megan’s perfect size 8 soles. They were remarkably soft and aesthetically gorgeous. Megan laughed and jolted as Vicky’s sharp nails sent sensations coursing through her. She soon discovered that Megan’s most ticklish spots were her the undersides of her toes, especially between her big and second toes. The poor girl hated when Vicky probed in there.
Megan: “Please stop! Hahahahaha!! Please! I’ll suck your husband off! Hahahaha!! Let me finish him! I’ll do a great job! Hahahahaha!! Stop tickling me and I’ll do it!”
Vicky: “Well that’s rather bold of you to propose. So you want to blow my husband, do you? You’d like that. Much better than having your feet tickled by me, I imagine. Tell me...how bad do you want to suck his cock right now?”
Megan: “Hahahaha!! Really bad! Hahahaha!! Please! Let me do it! Hahahahaha!! I’ll do a good job, I swear!”
Vicky: “I don’t know...it looks like your friend is going a pretty good job already.”
Just then, Jeff groaned and started shooting his load. He pulled Jen by the hair and held her as he squirted shot after shot of cum into her open mouth and waiting tongue. Megan looked disappointed as she watched Jeff finish. Vicky teased her by saying, “Aww...don’t you wish that was you right now. Tickle tickle tickle...” Megan giggled and cried out as Vicky started tickling her feet again.
Ahmed had the remaining two girls, Stacy and Abby. He had restrained them in a hogtie position using padded cuffs designed for doing so. Ahmed even tied their big toes together to keep their feet in place for what he had in mind. Ahmed disrobed and started lubing up their soles with oil. From behind, he slipped his penis between Abby’s meaty, size 6 soles and began pumping between her wrinkly arches. Abby wrinkled her face in disapproval but otherwise said nothing as she laid there and felt her feet being molested by the stranger.
But things got worse when Ahmed began tickling her soles as well while he gave her a forced footjob. Abby arched her back and screamed in surprise as she fell into constant laughter. She tried turning from side to side but he easily held her upright. Ahmed kept wiggling his fingers across her broad, substantial soles, which were glistening with oil. Abby went nuts when he focused on her wrinkly insteps near where his cock was going in and out of. The redhead let out an awkward, ugly laugh of desperation as she tried to kick and buck against her bondage.
Ahmed kept it up and proved to be a merciless tickler. Surely ending up as his tickle slave would be a living hell. Stacy looked over and watched with a strange satisfaction as Abby, her most annoying coworker by far, was tickled to the point of screaming. “That girl never shut the fuck up. Now she can’t do anything but laugh,” Stacy thought to herself amusingly but also as a coping mechanism to distract herself from her own imminent reality.
Ahmed kept up his brutal tickle assault as he fucked Abby’s feet. He told the women, “You two would be great additions to my palace back home. I would dress you in silk harem outfits and tickle you every day. My two personal princesses there for whatever my heart desired.” The thought of that sent chills down Stacy’s back. What a terrible life. How could any woman live like that? Flown to the other side of the world to be flaunted around and at the constant service of a sheik? Giving countless blowjobs, footjobs, being tickled all the time...
The thought of that snapped Stacy back to reality and now she felt kind of bad for her annoying coworker. She tried to help Abby by shouting out, “Hey, you big jerk! Give her a break!” Ahmed looked over at her and started using one hand to tickle her feet as well. Stacy fell into laughter alongside Abby. “Me and my big mouth,” Stacy thought as she squirmed about.
Shortly after, the sheik moved over to Stacy and began fucking her feet. He focused all of his efforts on tickling her as well, making her shout and thrash with crazy, unbridled laughter. Stacy hated feeling completely restrained and stuck while some horrible man tickled her bare, oiled soles and fucked her arches. Ahmed found that Stacy was quite ticklish on her feet. Her arches and toes were pretty much a goldmine of laughter. If only her fans knew how ticklish her soles were inside of her high heels when she gave the weather reports.
And to make matters worse, Ahmed had been saving a surprise. He wanted to bring it out right before he finished. Ahmed stopped briefly and undid the straps binding Abby. He ordered her to remove her panties and stuff them in Stacy’s mouth. Abby looked a little shy but obeyed the intimidating man.
Stacy: “Abby! Don’t listen to him! Ugh! Don’t do that! Abby! That’s so fucking disgusting! Abby? Abby?! No, don’t! Don’t you dare stuff those HHHMMMFFFMMM!!!”
Abby apologizes to Stacy as she wadded up her panties and pushed the ball of clothes into her coworker’s mouth. Ahmed had a ballgag ready and sealed Stacy’s mouth shut with it as she groaned and let out muffled, drooling protests. Abby tried to console Stacy as Ahmed resumed fucking her feet. Stacy wished more than anything that she could tell Abby to shut up right now but all she could do was lie there as the sheik got off to her soles while he tickled them.
Abby, ever the clueless, irritating coworker that she was, tried to help Stacy by saying, “It’ll be okay, Stacy. You’re a strong woman! You’re going to get through this! I’m here for you. Just try to think happy thoughts.” Stacy grunted into the gag and thought, “Easy for you to say! You aren’t the one getting your feet fucked and tickled right now. You should be the one in this position, not me. This isn’t fair!” And soon Ahmed came. He shot his cum all over Stacy’s helpless soles as she laughed into her gag.
TO BE CONTINUED...
