austickler92
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(Written using AI)
Part 1 here
Part 2 here
Hoshi's hand trembled as she pressed the chime to T'Pol's quarters on the third night. The previous sessions had woven a web of addiction in her mind—sleep came like a gift, but the daytime hours buzzed with echoes of wet licks and binding straps, her body humming with unmet need. She couldn't deny it anymore; the 'treatment' had cracked open desires she'd buried under duty and decorum. Her pussy throbbed just thinking about lying there, exposed, as T'Pol's tongue explored her skin. Taking a shaky breath, she stepped inside when the door opened.
T'Pol regarded her with that unblinking Vulcan stare, her posture impeccable in the dim light. 'Ensign Sato. Your return indicates sustained efficacy. However, your elevated heart rate suggests additional factors. Disrobe and prepare for binding.'
Hoshi's cheeks burned, but she didn't move to comply yet. Words tumbled out in a rush, her voice barely above a whisper. 'T'Pol, I... I need to say something. These sessions—they're helping with sleep, really, but everything feels so... erotic. The way you touch me, lick me, it turns me on. A lot. I get wet, and I can't stop thinking about it. I'm sorry if that's weird or unprofessional.'
T'Pol tilted her head slightly, her expression unchanging, though her eyes held a subtle intensity. 'I have observed your physiological responses: increased lubrication, dilated pupils, accelerated respiration. Human arousal is a subject of considerable Vulcan study—fascinating in its unpredictability and intensity. If you are comfortable, there exists an advanced neuro-pressure protocol, reserved typically for Vulcan initiates due to its intimacy. It targets deeper neural clusters in the breasts and vagina, using direct oral and manual stimulation to align pleasure centres with restorative pathways. Consent is paramount.'
Hoshi's breath hitched, a rush of excitement flooding her veins. Breasts? Vagina? T'Pol's mouth and fingers there, tickling and pressing? Her clit pulsed at the thought, nipples hardening against her uniform. She had expected her admission to make T’Pol uncomfortable and put an end to the sessions. But here she was offering to get even more intimate? ‘Yes,' she breathed, nodding eagerly. 'I'm comfortable. More than. Let's do it.'
With T'Pol's nod of approval, Hoshi stripped fully this time, peeling off her bra and panties without hesitation. Her firm breasts bounced free, dark nipples erect; her trimmed pussy lips already glistened with arousal, the scent faint in the air. Naked, she lay on the bed, arms stretching overhead, legs parting as T'Pol secured the restraints—wrists to headboard, ankles spread wide. The vulnerability hit hard, her bare pussy exposed, cool air teasing her wet folds. She tugged lightly, the bonds holding firm, sending a shiver of anticipation through her.
T'Pol began as before, reviewing prior nodes to reinforce alignment. Her hands first, fingers digging into Hoshi's shoulders with firm presses that bordered on tickles, thumbs circling the muscles until Hoshi's skin prickled. 'Breathe,' T'Pol instructed, then switched to her mouth, tongue lapping flat across the collarbone, the wet drag pulling a soft giggle from Hoshi's lips.
The licks progressed up Hoshi's arms, T'Pol's tongue tracing the inner biceps with quick flicks that made Hoshi's elbows jerk against the straps. She sucked on the wrists' pulse points, the gentle pull vibrating through bone, eliciting breathy laughs as Hoshi twisted her fingers. Minutes stretched—ten on the arms alone—the saliva drying to sticky trails, Hoshi's underarms next. T'Pol's tongue delved into the hollows, lapping the smooth skin with broad strokes, then pinpoint flicks at the creases. Hoshi bucked, laughter spilling out in gasps, her ribs heaving.
'Your sensitivity persists,' T'Pol noted clinically, but her own pulse quickened imperceptibly, a warmth stirring low in her belly as she watched Hoshi's body respond. Vulcans suppressed emotion, yet this human's raw reactions intrigued—and aroused—her.
Lower now, to the torso. Hands kneaded Hoshi's sides first, fingers spidering lightly over ribs, counting each bone with pokes that drew squeals. Hoshi arched, 'Ahaha—it’s too tickly!' But T'Pol persisted, her mouth following: tongue dragging sideways across the ribcage, dipping into the spaces between, the moisture amplifying every nerve. Hoshi's laughter rang out, body convulsing, her breasts jiggling with each heave. The abdomen came next—tongue swirling into the navel, thrusting in and out like a tiny fuck, then lapping the flat plane in circles. Hoshi's abs clenched, giggles turning to snorts, sweat beading on her skin.
Hips and thighs followed, T'Pol's fingers pinching the hip bones before her mouth licked the creases where leg met torso, inches from Hoshi's dripping pussy. The proximity made Hoshi's clit throb, her folds parting slickly, but T'Pol skirted away, moving to the outer thighs. Long, slow licks from knee to hip, the tongue's heat contrasting the room's chill, tickling the coarse hair there. Inner thighs proved torturous—tongue lapping upward, breath huffing against Hoshi's labia, the almost-touch sending jolts to her core. Hoshi moaned through laughs, ‘Haha—please, it's driving me crazy!'
T'Pol's own pussy clenched at the plea, a rare flush creeping under her skin. She unbound one ankle to access the calves, tongue tracing the muscles with firm presses, then flicking behind the knees—sensitive spots that had Hoshi's free leg kicking futilely before re-securing. But the feet demanded the most attention. T'Pol lifted Hoshi's right foot, securing it high to expose the sole fully. Her fingers scratched lightly first, nails raking from heel to toes, pulling deep belly laughs as Hoshi's toes splayed and curled.
'The plantar nodes are crucial,' T'Pol said, then brought her mouth to bear. Tongue flat against the arch, she licked upward in one long stroke, the wetness making the skin slick and hypersensitive. Hoshi screamed with laughter, foot flexing hard against the restraint, 'Nooo—not my feet! T'Pol, my feet are insane—stop licking, haha, I can't!' But T'Pol continued, sucking the heel firmly, tongue probing the soft skin, then moving to the ball of the foot with rapid laps that vibrated through bone.
She spent ages there—fifteen minutes per foot—tongue delving between toes, swirling around each pad, sucking them one by one, the suction pulling moans amid the hysteria. Hoshi's body shook, tears streaming, her pussy clenching rhythmically, arousal leaking down her ass crack. The tickling radiated upward, blending with the heat in her core, making her nipples ache. T'Pol switched feet, repeating the torment: licks along the instep, flicks under the toes, even nibbling the edges lightly with teeth for extra sparks. Hoshi's mind blurred from the overload, laughter hoarse, but her clit swelled visibly, begging.
Satisfied with the lower body, T'Pol turned to the breasts—the new territory. Hoshi's chest rose and fell rapidly, nipples peaked like dark berries. 'These nodes link to endocrine responses,' T'Pol explained, her voice steady despite the growing dampness between her own thighs. She started with hands, fingers circling the undersides, tracing the curves with feather-light scratches that tickled the soft flesh. Hoshi gasped, a mix of giggle and whimper escaping as her breasts quivered.
T'Pol's mouth joined, tongue lapping the lower curve of the left breast, slow and deliberate, the wet path circling up to the areola without touching the nipple. The avoidance built tension, Hoshi's body straining, ‘God—haha, it tickles so good.' Minutes passed—five, ten—the tongue flicking the edges, sucking the skin gently, leaving red marks from the suction. Then the right breast, same treatment: broad licks across the mound, tip probing the crinkles around the areola, drawing out breathy laughs that turned to moans.
For what felt like forever—twenty minutes of relentless breast play—T'Pol alternated. Fingers pinched the nipples lightly, rolling them between thumb and forefinger, the ticklish tugs making Hoshi arch high, her pussy gushing. Mouth followed: tongue swirling the left nipple in tight circles, then flicking rapidly, the vibrations sending shocks to Hoshi's clit. She sucked hard, lips sealing around the peak, tongue lashing inside the wet heat. Hoshi's mind fogged, horniness overwhelming; her thoughts fragmented, suck harder, touch my pussy. Her laughter faded to desperate pants, body slick with sweat, breasts hypersensitive, every lick like fire on her nerves.
T'Pol's arousal mounted, her pussy lips swelling, her Vulcan control straining as she tasted Hoshi's skin, felt the human's heat. Finally, she trailed downward, hands parting Hoshi's thighs wider. 'Vaginal nodes now. Full stimulation is required.' Her fingers traced Hoshi's outer labia first, stroking the slick folds with light scratches that tickled the sensitive skin, pulling a sharp cry. Tongue followed, lapping the inner thighs again before flattening against the pussy lips, dragging upward slowly.
Hoshi bucked, 'Yes—oh god, lick my pussy!' The first full stroke coated T'Pol's tongue in juices, the taste intriguing her further. She licked the outer lips methodically, long strokes from perineum to clit hood, the tickle building as Hoshi's hips rolled. Fingers joined, one dipping into the entrance to fuck shallowly while the tongue flicked the labia edges, teasing the nerves.
Slowly, deliberately, T'Pol built it. Tongue circled the clit without direct contact at first, vibrating hums adding buzz, while two fingers now plunged deeper, curling to stroke the front wall. Hoshi's moans filled the room, body taut, the ticklish licks on her clit—quick flicks, then sucks—pushing her higher. T'Pol's free hand scratched lightly over the pubic mound, amplifying the sensations. Minutes dragged—ten of edging, clit sucked into the mouth, tongue lashing the tip, fingers thrusting rhythmically, tickling the g-spot with curls.
Hoshi shattered, orgasm crashing through her: pussy clenching around the fingers, clit pulsing against the tongue, cum squirting in hot spurts onto T'Pol's chin. She screamed, body convulsing in the bonds, waves of pleasure erasing thought.
T'Pol withdrew gently, licking her lips, her own pussy aching with unspent need. She unfastened the restraints, watching Hoshi slump, spent and glowing. Hoshi sat up shakily, pulling T'Pol into a grateful hug. 'Thank you. That was... incredible. Sleep will be easy tonight.' She dressed and left, legs wobbly.
Alone, T'Pol touched her own damp folds through her uniform, pondering. Human arousal—and her own response—warranted further exploration. Perhaps a fourth session, reciprocal this time?
Part 1 here
Part 2 here
Hoshi's hand trembled as she pressed the chime to T'Pol's quarters on the third night. The previous sessions had woven a web of addiction in her mind—sleep came like a gift, but the daytime hours buzzed with echoes of wet licks and binding straps, her body humming with unmet need. She couldn't deny it anymore; the 'treatment' had cracked open desires she'd buried under duty and decorum. Her pussy throbbed just thinking about lying there, exposed, as T'Pol's tongue explored her skin. Taking a shaky breath, she stepped inside when the door opened.
T'Pol regarded her with that unblinking Vulcan stare, her posture impeccable in the dim light. 'Ensign Sato. Your return indicates sustained efficacy. However, your elevated heart rate suggests additional factors. Disrobe and prepare for binding.'
Hoshi's cheeks burned, but she didn't move to comply yet. Words tumbled out in a rush, her voice barely above a whisper. 'T'Pol, I... I need to say something. These sessions—they're helping with sleep, really, but everything feels so... erotic. The way you touch me, lick me, it turns me on. A lot. I get wet, and I can't stop thinking about it. I'm sorry if that's weird or unprofessional.'
T'Pol tilted her head slightly, her expression unchanging, though her eyes held a subtle intensity. 'I have observed your physiological responses: increased lubrication, dilated pupils, accelerated respiration. Human arousal is a subject of considerable Vulcan study—fascinating in its unpredictability and intensity. If you are comfortable, there exists an advanced neuro-pressure protocol, reserved typically for Vulcan initiates due to its intimacy. It targets deeper neural clusters in the breasts and vagina, using direct oral and manual stimulation to align pleasure centres with restorative pathways. Consent is paramount.'
Hoshi's breath hitched, a rush of excitement flooding her veins. Breasts? Vagina? T'Pol's mouth and fingers there, tickling and pressing? Her clit pulsed at the thought, nipples hardening against her uniform. She had expected her admission to make T’Pol uncomfortable and put an end to the sessions. But here she was offering to get even more intimate? ‘Yes,' she breathed, nodding eagerly. 'I'm comfortable. More than. Let's do it.'
With T'Pol's nod of approval, Hoshi stripped fully this time, peeling off her bra and panties without hesitation. Her firm breasts bounced free, dark nipples erect; her trimmed pussy lips already glistened with arousal, the scent faint in the air. Naked, she lay on the bed, arms stretching overhead, legs parting as T'Pol secured the restraints—wrists to headboard, ankles spread wide. The vulnerability hit hard, her bare pussy exposed, cool air teasing her wet folds. She tugged lightly, the bonds holding firm, sending a shiver of anticipation through her.
T'Pol began as before, reviewing prior nodes to reinforce alignment. Her hands first, fingers digging into Hoshi's shoulders with firm presses that bordered on tickles, thumbs circling the muscles until Hoshi's skin prickled. 'Breathe,' T'Pol instructed, then switched to her mouth, tongue lapping flat across the collarbone, the wet drag pulling a soft giggle from Hoshi's lips.
The licks progressed up Hoshi's arms, T'Pol's tongue tracing the inner biceps with quick flicks that made Hoshi's elbows jerk against the straps. She sucked on the wrists' pulse points, the gentle pull vibrating through bone, eliciting breathy laughs as Hoshi twisted her fingers. Minutes stretched—ten on the arms alone—the saliva drying to sticky trails, Hoshi's underarms next. T'Pol's tongue delved into the hollows, lapping the smooth skin with broad strokes, then pinpoint flicks at the creases. Hoshi bucked, laughter spilling out in gasps, her ribs heaving.
'Your sensitivity persists,' T'Pol noted clinically, but her own pulse quickened imperceptibly, a warmth stirring low in her belly as she watched Hoshi's body respond. Vulcans suppressed emotion, yet this human's raw reactions intrigued—and aroused—her.
Lower now, to the torso. Hands kneaded Hoshi's sides first, fingers spidering lightly over ribs, counting each bone with pokes that drew squeals. Hoshi arched, 'Ahaha—it’s too tickly!' But T'Pol persisted, her mouth following: tongue dragging sideways across the ribcage, dipping into the spaces between, the moisture amplifying every nerve. Hoshi's laughter rang out, body convulsing, her breasts jiggling with each heave. The abdomen came next—tongue swirling into the navel, thrusting in and out like a tiny fuck, then lapping the flat plane in circles. Hoshi's abs clenched, giggles turning to snorts, sweat beading on her skin.
Hips and thighs followed, T'Pol's fingers pinching the hip bones before her mouth licked the creases where leg met torso, inches from Hoshi's dripping pussy. The proximity made Hoshi's clit throb, her folds parting slickly, but T'Pol skirted away, moving to the outer thighs. Long, slow licks from knee to hip, the tongue's heat contrasting the room's chill, tickling the coarse hair there. Inner thighs proved torturous—tongue lapping upward, breath huffing against Hoshi's labia, the almost-touch sending jolts to her core. Hoshi moaned through laughs, ‘Haha—please, it's driving me crazy!'
T'Pol's own pussy clenched at the plea, a rare flush creeping under her skin. She unbound one ankle to access the calves, tongue tracing the muscles with firm presses, then flicking behind the knees—sensitive spots that had Hoshi's free leg kicking futilely before re-securing. But the feet demanded the most attention. T'Pol lifted Hoshi's right foot, securing it high to expose the sole fully. Her fingers scratched lightly first, nails raking from heel to toes, pulling deep belly laughs as Hoshi's toes splayed and curled.
'The plantar nodes are crucial,' T'Pol said, then brought her mouth to bear. Tongue flat against the arch, she licked upward in one long stroke, the wetness making the skin slick and hypersensitive. Hoshi screamed with laughter, foot flexing hard against the restraint, 'Nooo—not my feet! T'Pol, my feet are insane—stop licking, haha, I can't!' But T'Pol continued, sucking the heel firmly, tongue probing the soft skin, then moving to the ball of the foot with rapid laps that vibrated through bone.
She spent ages there—fifteen minutes per foot—tongue delving between toes, swirling around each pad, sucking them one by one, the suction pulling moans amid the hysteria. Hoshi's body shook, tears streaming, her pussy clenching rhythmically, arousal leaking down her ass crack. The tickling radiated upward, blending with the heat in her core, making her nipples ache. T'Pol switched feet, repeating the torment: licks along the instep, flicks under the toes, even nibbling the edges lightly with teeth for extra sparks. Hoshi's mind blurred from the overload, laughter hoarse, but her clit swelled visibly, begging.
Satisfied with the lower body, T'Pol turned to the breasts—the new territory. Hoshi's chest rose and fell rapidly, nipples peaked like dark berries. 'These nodes link to endocrine responses,' T'Pol explained, her voice steady despite the growing dampness between her own thighs. She started with hands, fingers circling the undersides, tracing the curves with feather-light scratches that tickled the soft flesh. Hoshi gasped, a mix of giggle and whimper escaping as her breasts quivered.
T'Pol's mouth joined, tongue lapping the lower curve of the left breast, slow and deliberate, the wet path circling up to the areola without touching the nipple. The avoidance built tension, Hoshi's body straining, ‘God—haha, it tickles so good.' Minutes passed—five, ten—the tongue flicking the edges, sucking the skin gently, leaving red marks from the suction. Then the right breast, same treatment: broad licks across the mound, tip probing the crinkles around the areola, drawing out breathy laughs that turned to moans.
For what felt like forever—twenty minutes of relentless breast play—T'Pol alternated. Fingers pinched the nipples lightly, rolling them between thumb and forefinger, the ticklish tugs making Hoshi arch high, her pussy gushing. Mouth followed: tongue swirling the left nipple in tight circles, then flicking rapidly, the vibrations sending shocks to Hoshi's clit. She sucked hard, lips sealing around the peak, tongue lashing inside the wet heat. Hoshi's mind fogged, horniness overwhelming; her thoughts fragmented, suck harder, touch my pussy. Her laughter faded to desperate pants, body slick with sweat, breasts hypersensitive, every lick like fire on her nerves.
T'Pol's arousal mounted, her pussy lips swelling, her Vulcan control straining as she tasted Hoshi's skin, felt the human's heat. Finally, she trailed downward, hands parting Hoshi's thighs wider. 'Vaginal nodes now. Full stimulation is required.' Her fingers traced Hoshi's outer labia first, stroking the slick folds with light scratches that tickled the sensitive skin, pulling a sharp cry. Tongue followed, lapping the inner thighs again before flattening against the pussy lips, dragging upward slowly.
Hoshi bucked, 'Yes—oh god, lick my pussy!' The first full stroke coated T'Pol's tongue in juices, the taste intriguing her further. She licked the outer lips methodically, long strokes from perineum to clit hood, the tickle building as Hoshi's hips rolled. Fingers joined, one dipping into the entrance to fuck shallowly while the tongue flicked the labia edges, teasing the nerves.
Slowly, deliberately, T'Pol built it. Tongue circled the clit without direct contact at first, vibrating hums adding buzz, while two fingers now plunged deeper, curling to stroke the front wall. Hoshi's moans filled the room, body taut, the ticklish licks on her clit—quick flicks, then sucks—pushing her higher. T'Pol's free hand scratched lightly over the pubic mound, amplifying the sensations. Minutes dragged—ten of edging, clit sucked into the mouth, tongue lashing the tip, fingers thrusting rhythmically, tickling the g-spot with curls.
Hoshi shattered, orgasm crashing through her: pussy clenching around the fingers, clit pulsing against the tongue, cum squirting in hot spurts onto T'Pol's chin. She screamed, body convulsing in the bonds, waves of pleasure erasing thought.
T'Pol withdrew gently, licking her lips, her own pussy aching with unspent need. She unfastened the restraints, watching Hoshi slump, spent and glowing. Hoshi sat up shakily, pulling T'Pol into a grateful hug. 'Thank you. That was... incredible. Sleep will be easy tonight.' She dressed and left, legs wobbly.
Alone, T'Pol touched her own damp folds through her uniform, pondering. Human arousal—and her own response—warranted further exploration. Perhaps a fourth session, reciprocal this time?
