I had met Angela through a mutual friend. (Well really someone I dated) She was puerto rican, and 5'6, mocha skinned, big feet, and long toes. She had Double D's, and was generally thick but not fat, she had longish dark hair, usually with small patches of blonde. She also outweighed me by a good 45-50 ibs.
In contrast I am about 5'8, 135 ibs. Slightly olive skinned, with brown hair and eyes.
We had been fooling around for a few days, and on and off I had tickled her enough for her to realize it was a "thing" for me, and I never really resisted when she tickled back. She herself hated being tickled, which was a shame cause she had an amazing deep womanly laugh, and large gorgeous expressive feet. However despite her hatred of being tickled she did have one thing going for her. With the least bit of encouragement she became an extreme ler. For her it was more of a means end, but she utilized it with such profiency I find it difficult to believe even most female lers could match her.
It all started one night. I did not have a condom, and we were laying in bed fooling around. Being the responsible guy I am I had no intention of doing anything. Oh if only I knew. I'm a bit of a tease, and up to my typical sexual shananigans I straddled her, teasingly running my girthy member along her warm nethers. Letting flesh touch just barely. "Oh I know you want it, But not tonight..." I taunted, she would growl and twist and glower at me, but I just laughed. "Come onnnn!" she pleaded. I let myself rub against her wet mound, teasing it, never entering, content simply to let her go wild and let her stew till we could indulge our desires "Hahaha noooope...". Thats when things changed...
My posistioning had both my arms at her left side. It was at this point she overhooked my arms bringing me tight against her ample bosom, her right leg swinging around me pinning on top of her. "Now you're FUCKED!" I knew what she was doing a split second before she did. I struggled but to no avail. Her free hand slithered up to the area between my thigh and hip, resting for the briefest of moments before my eyes widened. I knew what was coming, a sense of inevitability subtly settled on me in a dim barely discernable instinct. Her long slender fingers gently stroking my flesh with a surprisingly lerrish prowess. I knew I was in trouble... Never before had I been caught like this, but it was the dominance which she exuded which trapped me. I knew right now, I was hers. "Now you're FUCKED!" she said with playful finality, but it also held the presence of "buisness" in the tone. She was out for two things. Her pleasure, and my self-control...
"Did you not think you were going to get raped? Hmm?" she asked with mock innocence, her tone playful but at the same time authoritive. "Hmm did you think you were safe?" trapped against her, her fingers exploring my sensative skin, I snickered and bucked. "N-no Angela!" I whined as her fingers splayed out and exerted pressure. The bucking was automatic, supplemented by how horny it made me. "F-FUCK! Shi-hihihit!" I snickered quietly against, the tickling, her grip, and my lust felt magnetic, as if my nethers were attracted to the target upon her crotch. It was a losing battle, like trying to fight the tide, or resist the pull of gravity. Eventually her cruel torturous touches forced my cock to eventually enter her body. It slid inside with ease, the slickened **** squeezing. She let out a buck and a moan, those long slender digits digging into my flesh to force me to squirm inside of her. Puppeteering me to her whims.
"Now your fucked..." she staeted as she squeezed my inner thighs tenderly, traveling up my sides, and around my hips, brushing my sack with gentle stroking fingertips. I snickered, I begged, I moaned, I bucked. Twisting inside of her as my girth flexed. "Oh aaahaaohaheehefuckaaanagahahanangelaaaahapeaaoho!" I babbled as I rasped for breathe, her grappling of my body pressing me even more firmly against her, locking me inside where all I could do was squirm helplessly like a slave. She had a certain proficiency for tickling, a knowing technique that was honed for brutal efficiency. She was not exactly a tickle-phile but she knew it turned me on, and the results were absurdly effective, both to me, and for her. She had total control over my bodies movements, and she exploited it without hesitation. "OHohoheheeheheaanonohaostaaawwwpangie!" a slight fear pierced my thoughts, staying ever present. I was aware she had gotten me, I had no condom, and It was not something I wanted, yet after the initial torture plus her great pinning of my body, there was no way I could even move off of her, even if i wanted too. Yet my gasping laughs, sprinkled with "Stops "between the babble could have been more spirited. She had seduced me with her evil fingers. Her cruelty driving me further and further. I was not even sure if it was against my will, perhaps the fact that she had forced it made it so. I could not stop her, and that was the nail in the coffin.
Never in my entire life had I been so turned on, her dominance melting me, the tickle-fuck causing me to reach levels of arousal I had never had before. "MMMph Faster!" she demanded. "Harder..." she dug her fingers in more firmly increasing her pace, causing me to tirelessy ram into her again and again, blasting her with the momentum of my hips as they rolled around, stirring her nethers like a cauldron. "MMNNngghhH!FUCk!" she cursed loudly arching her back, still keeping me locked against her as she met each thrust of my cock with her hips. "heheeheeheangiepahahpleaseeee!" I begged not knowing what for, as she tortured me and induced "slave-labor" I was essentially for all intents and purposes a human dildo. Her tickling driving me into wild bucking, squirming, and thrusting inside of her, some of it active, some of it reflexive. Regardless I had never been so turned on during sex in my life... The tickle-fuck wore on, building in intensity as she continued the torture with a greedy-sadism, meant to give her what she wanted. Eventually her cruel tantalizing efforts paid off, an arching of her back ensued followed by a tightening of her body and then a high pitched girlish squeal, a sound she made which seemed in sharp contrast with her normally deep huskie voice. This was the first time I actually came from intercourse as well. From here on out almost every sexual session we had was brought to a "system" with her tickling me into submission to control the pace of my thrusting, in order to ensure her climax. (Something she claimed no other male could do, I however give credit to the tickling as it forced me to buck and squirm beyond my usual capacity, assuming she was not outright lying.)
There were times when she would do it playfully. One time waking up in the morning, we used to sleep foot to head. She grabbed my ankles and tickled my soles through the sheets. Various times she had gotten my ankles in a lock. Her fingers prying my toes back and gently tracing the stems of my toes driving me wild, always the same line. "Now you're fucked..." One time even shoving her large size 10 feet near my thighs and wriggling her toes firmly into the meat of my thigh and near my sack, as the other foot pinched my cock between her long toes in various ways stroking upward with the arch, and slender digits. Once poking and prodding me with her toes all over my torso to get my attention as I tried to play SF 4 She would even at points do a particularly sexy move during sex where she would grip my ass with her fingers gently contracting sharp nails into the flesh causing me to squirm which would cause me to squirm against her inside of her rubbing her clit with my shaft with great vigor. At some points I would even want regular sex and try to grip her hands. "Let go of my FUCKING hands." she demanded, and I always obeyed. She also knew of my footfetish and actually would force me to give her massages every night. Don't get me wrong I loved it at first but she insisted on 1/2 hour long affairs. (Which was torture since she had perfect feet and tickling was strictly off limits. Still having learned from her aunt who was a massage therapist who also had me give her foot massages I did pick up a thing or two.)
Eventually we broke up, it was really an unhealthy relationship other than the great sex, but she was honestly the best lover I ever had.
In contrast I am about 5'8, 135 ibs. Slightly olive skinned, with brown hair and eyes.
We had been fooling around for a few days, and on and off I had tickled her enough for her to realize it was a "thing" for me, and I never really resisted when she tickled back. She herself hated being tickled, which was a shame cause she had an amazing deep womanly laugh, and large gorgeous expressive feet. However despite her hatred of being tickled she did have one thing going for her. With the least bit of encouragement she became an extreme ler. For her it was more of a means end, but she utilized it with such profiency I find it difficult to believe even most female lers could match her.
It all started one night. I did not have a condom, and we were laying in bed fooling around. Being the responsible guy I am I had no intention of doing anything. Oh if only I knew. I'm a bit of a tease, and up to my typical sexual shananigans I straddled her, teasingly running my girthy member along her warm nethers. Letting flesh touch just barely. "Oh I know you want it, But not tonight..." I taunted, she would growl and twist and glower at me, but I just laughed. "Come onnnn!" she pleaded. I let myself rub against her wet mound, teasing it, never entering, content simply to let her go wild and let her stew till we could indulge our desires "Hahaha noooope...". Thats when things changed...
My posistioning had both my arms at her left side. It was at this point she overhooked my arms bringing me tight against her ample bosom, her right leg swinging around me pinning on top of her. "Now you're FUCKED!" I knew what she was doing a split second before she did. I struggled but to no avail. Her free hand slithered up to the area between my thigh and hip, resting for the briefest of moments before my eyes widened. I knew what was coming, a sense of inevitability subtly settled on me in a dim barely discernable instinct. Her long slender fingers gently stroking my flesh with a surprisingly lerrish prowess. I knew I was in trouble... Never before had I been caught like this, but it was the dominance which she exuded which trapped me. I knew right now, I was hers. "Now you're FUCKED!" she said with playful finality, but it also held the presence of "buisness" in the tone. She was out for two things. Her pleasure, and my self-control...
"Did you not think you were going to get raped? Hmm?" she asked with mock innocence, her tone playful but at the same time authoritive. "Hmm did you think you were safe?" trapped against her, her fingers exploring my sensative skin, I snickered and bucked. "N-no Angela!" I whined as her fingers splayed out and exerted pressure. The bucking was automatic, supplemented by how horny it made me. "F-FUCK! Shi-hihihit!" I snickered quietly against, the tickling, her grip, and my lust felt magnetic, as if my nethers were attracted to the target upon her crotch. It was a losing battle, like trying to fight the tide, or resist the pull of gravity. Eventually her cruel torturous touches forced my cock to eventually enter her body. It slid inside with ease, the slickened **** squeezing. She let out a buck and a moan, those long slender digits digging into my flesh to force me to squirm inside of her. Puppeteering me to her whims.
"Now your fucked..." she staeted as she squeezed my inner thighs tenderly, traveling up my sides, and around my hips, brushing my sack with gentle stroking fingertips. I snickered, I begged, I moaned, I bucked. Twisting inside of her as my girth flexed. "Oh aaahaaohaheehefuckaaanagahahanangelaaaahapeaaoho!" I babbled as I rasped for breathe, her grappling of my body pressing me even more firmly against her, locking me inside where all I could do was squirm helplessly like a slave. She had a certain proficiency for tickling, a knowing technique that was honed for brutal efficiency. She was not exactly a tickle-phile but she knew it turned me on, and the results were absurdly effective, both to me, and for her. She had total control over my bodies movements, and she exploited it without hesitation. "OHohoheheeheheaanonohaostaaawwwpangie!" a slight fear pierced my thoughts, staying ever present. I was aware she had gotten me, I had no condom, and It was not something I wanted, yet after the initial torture plus her great pinning of my body, there was no way I could even move off of her, even if i wanted too. Yet my gasping laughs, sprinkled with "Stops "between the babble could have been more spirited. She had seduced me with her evil fingers. Her cruelty driving me further and further. I was not even sure if it was against my will, perhaps the fact that she had forced it made it so. I could not stop her, and that was the nail in the coffin.
Never in my entire life had I been so turned on, her dominance melting me, the tickle-fuck causing me to reach levels of arousal I had never had before. "MMMph Faster!" she demanded. "Harder..." she dug her fingers in more firmly increasing her pace, causing me to tirelessy ram into her again and again, blasting her with the momentum of my hips as they rolled around, stirring her nethers like a cauldron. "MMNNngghhH!FUCk!" she cursed loudly arching her back, still keeping me locked against her as she met each thrust of my cock with her hips. "heheeheeheangiepahahpleaseeee!" I begged not knowing what for, as she tortured me and induced "slave-labor" I was essentially for all intents and purposes a human dildo. Her tickling driving me into wild bucking, squirming, and thrusting inside of her, some of it active, some of it reflexive. Regardless I had never been so turned on during sex in my life... The tickle-fuck wore on, building in intensity as she continued the torture with a greedy-sadism, meant to give her what she wanted. Eventually her cruel tantalizing efforts paid off, an arching of her back ensued followed by a tightening of her body and then a high pitched girlish squeal, a sound she made which seemed in sharp contrast with her normally deep huskie voice. This was the first time I actually came from intercourse as well. From here on out almost every sexual session we had was brought to a "system" with her tickling me into submission to control the pace of my thrusting, in order to ensure her climax. (Something she claimed no other male could do, I however give credit to the tickling as it forced me to buck and squirm beyond my usual capacity, assuming she was not outright lying.)
There were times when she would do it playfully. One time waking up in the morning, we used to sleep foot to head. She grabbed my ankles and tickled my soles through the sheets. Various times she had gotten my ankles in a lock. Her fingers prying my toes back and gently tracing the stems of my toes driving me wild, always the same line. "Now you're fucked..." One time even shoving her large size 10 feet near my thighs and wriggling her toes firmly into the meat of my thigh and near my sack, as the other foot pinched my cock between her long toes in various ways stroking upward with the arch, and slender digits. Once poking and prodding me with her toes all over my torso to get my attention as I tried to play SF 4 She would even at points do a particularly sexy move during sex where she would grip my ass with her fingers gently contracting sharp nails into the flesh causing me to squirm which would cause me to squirm against her inside of her rubbing her clit with my shaft with great vigor. At some points I would even want regular sex and try to grip her hands. "Let go of my FUCKING hands." she demanded, and I always obeyed. She also knew of my footfetish and actually would force me to give her massages every night. Don't get me wrong I loved it at first but she insisted on 1/2 hour long affairs. (Which was torture since she had perfect feet and tickling was strictly off limits. Still having learned from her aunt who was a massage therapist who also had me give her foot massages I did pick up a thing or two.)
Eventually we broke up, it was really an unhealthy relationship other than the great sex, but she was honestly the best lover I ever had.
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