Kayla had had a hard day. Her boss was giving her a hard time; her ex-boyfriend was doing the same. All she wanted to do was to have people just leave her alone. After she got home, all she wanted to do was to get drunk & forget about her day. She had a few too many beers & went to bed with a spinning head.
Sometime during the night, she heard a sound that wasn’t one of the usual nighttime sounds that she was familiar with.
Getting up, she saw a movement near one of the living room windows. She grabbed a crow bar from the convenient location that she kept it at & snuck up to the dark shadow in her living room.
Coming up behind the shadow figure who was rummaging through a drawer, she swung, striking the stranger. Kayla knew how to take care of herself. Turning on the light, Kayla saw that it was a man, dressed in dark clothing. He was average size with dark hair, fair skin & slight stubble as if he hadn’t shaven since the previous day. Undecided as to what to do with him, she dragged him into the spare bedroom & tied him up. She checked his breathing to see if he was still alive, which he was. He had a huge goose egg on his forehead & he would have one hell of a headache when he woke up but he’d survive.
Sitting there, looking at him, Kayla started feeling the anger of the day before come back. She sat there, shaking her head, thinking that she had to do something to make a statement that she wasn’t a push over. Soon, her captive started coming to, groaning a little as he struggled to speak. He was grumbling, wondering out loud what had hit him. Kayla nudged him with her bare toes. He suddenly looked up at her, a little frightened.
Kayla simply asked, “What do you want here?”
He shut his mouth & wouldn’t say anything.
Again, she asked, this time, a little more impatiently. He avoided her eyes & said nothing. Even though she was small of stature, Kayla was fairly strong. She didn’t want to release him to the police just so he’d be released on bond the following day just so he could come back & hurt her or worse. She didn’t want to take that chance.
Tying him more securely to the bed, she tried to think of something that she could do to him that would make him talk but wouldn’t leave any marks. Sitting there, watching him struggle slightly, she had a flash back to her first boyfriend. He used to tickle her until she told him what ever he wanted to know. This gave Kayla a wonderful idea. She could have some fun & get out some of the anger that she had too, without ‘hurting’ this slime ball.
It seemed that her silence was unnerving this guy, all the better to keep him off guard. She got one of her black scarves & used it for a blindfold. This started him talking a little.
He struggled, trying to shake off the scarf, at the same time, sounding a little desperate, “I don’t like having my eyes covered!! Please take it off!!!”
Kayla giggled at his pleas, telling him, “You should have thought about that before you broke into my house.”
With that, he grew silent. Going to his feet, she untied his shoes & slipped off his socks. She could see that he was starting to sweat slightly. In a teasing voice, she asked, “What’s wrong?”
He had nice feet. They looked soft & reasonably well cared for. Running a finger up the center of one, he yelped & his foot jerked. Grinning, Kayla asked him again, “Why did you break into my house??” She could see his face tighten willfully.
Grinning, she said to him in an oddly conversational tone, “When my ex-boyfriend wanted to get information out of me, all he did was pin me down and tickle the hell out of me. I’d end up telling him all kinds of things, just to get him to stop.”
She ran her long fingernails up and down his foot experimentally as she talked. He grunted & tried to stifle a giggle that was trying to come out.
Leaning down close to his ear, she whispered, “Are you ticklish?”
He managed to grunt, “Not in the least.”
Sensing a challenge, Kayla told him, “Okay… we can start simple then. What’s your name?”
The bound intruder clamped his lips together.
Sighing, she told him, “You know… I’ve had a hard day and you’re not making it any easier. If you just tell me who you are and why you chose my place to invade, I’ll let you go.”
He opened his mouth, as if to say something & then closed it tight.
Kayla narrowed her eyes & told him that she was trying to give him a break but he was just making it harder on himself.
She ran a lone fingernail up his sole & asked again, what his name was. He stifled another giggle. She did it again, running a fingernail up his sole, this time, harder. He yelped & grunted that he wouldn’t tell her anything. Shaking her head again, she muttered that it was going to be a long night. Sighing, she again dragged her nails up one of his bound feet slowly. His reaction was instant, loud giggling, his foot jerking hard. Kneeling down at the foot of the bed, she watched his toes curl forward as her index finger traced just along their base.
Speaking loud enough for him to hear her, she threatened, “I’m not going to let you go until you spill the beans as to why you’re here!!”
Again, he shook his head, staying silent. His feet were still warm and slightly moist from being inside his shoes. She was becoming impatient with her captive and wanted answers. Her nails scratched viciously at his tender soles, bringing forth screams of ticklish laughter from him. His feet, tied apart at the poles of the footboard, jerked spastically as her nails raked his pink soles. His whole body convulsed as her fingers restlessly scribbled and scratched all over the bottoms of his feet. Kayla couldn’t help noticing that he was developing a sizable erection too. Grinning to herself, she continued to tickle her intruder’s wiggling feet until his screams of laughter diminished to hoarse huffs. She stopped and stood next to him, watching his dick strain inside his jeans.
Commenting mildly to him, “So… this tickling is turning you on, huh? Really enjoying what I’m doing to you?”
She reached down and grabbed his crotch, feeling just how hard he was. Incredibly, her intruder arched his back, pushing his erection firmly against her hand. Massaging his dick through his jeans, Kayla couldn’t help but remember how long it had been since the last time she had touched a man this way.
Stopping and sitting back for a moment, Kayla commented with a smirk, “You’re kinda cute… I might keep you around for a while as my tickle toy since you don’t like to talk.”
Her captive just lay there, groaning softly, still recovering from the previous assault on his feet.
Walking around to the head of the bed, she leaned down close to his ear and whispered to him, “How would you like to be tickled all weekend long? I have nothing to do this weekend in the least that I can’t do next weekend.” Going on, sounding more and more enthusiastic, “I could do all kinds of kinky things to you.”
Her captive, regaining his strength, started struggling again. Kayla had no real intentions of keeping him there all weekend; she was just trying to psych him out. It seemed to have an effect on him. He seemed to be more than a little scared but oddly, his erection didn’t go down one bit. An idea came to Kayla as she sat there silently watching him struggle. She’d get the info out of him one way or the other…
She sat next to him on the bed and moved the blindfold from his eyes. He gasped at the sudden light, wincing.
Looking down at him, she gave him a stern look and intoned menacingly, “I know ways to get information out of guys. Devious, evil ways of getting information. Tickling is just the tip of the iceberg.”
He now seemed more than a little terrified but his erection only seemed to get harder. A little puzzled but keeping her poker face intact, Kayla smiled sweetly as she reached down to massage his dick again. Her captive started writhing under her skillful hand, arching his back a little with each stroke of her fingers. Grinning with satisfaction, she undid his belt and unzipped his pants. Pulling them down far enough so that his erection was free of any confining fabric, it sprang to life, already throbbing. Taking a moment to quickly untie his feet so his legs were free of clothing, she quickly retied him before he could retaliate and kick her.
Now naked from the waist down, his cock rock hard and standing straight up in the air, already drooling precum, Kayla commented to her captive, “So, I can assume that bondage and tickling really get to you…” She lied like a pro, “I’ve done this to other guys and their dicks got soft rather quickly.”
Her captive remained silent but his body’s reactions spoke volumes. His breathing quickened as she briefly talked about tickling and bondage, his body tensing but his face flushing with mixed embarrassment as well as pleasure. His balls were tight against the base of his dick, telling Kayla a lot about his state of excitement too. He whispered weakly but with a hint of suppressed excitement, “What are you going to do to me???”
Getting off the bed for a moment, she left the room for a moment, coming back with a bright white shoe lace. His eyes widened, glued to that shoe lace, knowing immediately what it was for. He started struggling in earnest now, trying to keep her from doing what she intended to do.
“Now, now” Kayla admonished him, “That won’t do you any good.” She straddled his thighs, weighing him down so he couldn’t roll from side to side.
Tauntingly holding up the shoe string, she winked playfully, “From now on, until you tell me what I want to know, you’ll be a little more tied up.”
Winding the shoe lace around the base of his dick, and then winding it around the base of his swollen balls, she tied it off, just tight enough to keep him from enjoying things too much. Groaning at the discomfort of his new situation, her captive lay still, seeming to be afraid to move. Kayla experimentally stroked his dick. Even though his face was grimacing, his dick seemed to enjoy it a great deal, swelling even more, twitching in response to her touch.
“Now, let’s get down to business.” Kayla winked as she went back to his feet.
They had started to dry out a little with exposure to the air so she winked at him again and left the room briefly to get some lotion. Coming back and settling down at his feet, she took one foot at a time, smoothing the lotion on each foot with detailed dedication, paying attention to all areas of his feet, even the tops and ankles. At first, her captive tensed, expecting it to tickle like mad. At length, he relaxed to a degree, lulled into a false sense of security.
Playfully, Kayla asked him, “Does that feel good?”
He nodded, sighing a little. Shaking her head a little, she commented, “I’m not doing this for your comfort, this is to make your feet more… responsive.”
He raised his head and looked at her with a mixed expression of fear and longing.
Getting up to let the lotion absorb into his skin, she went to the head of the bed and kneeled down next to his head.
She got really close and told him in a seductive tone while brushing his sweaty hair off his forehead, “You will tell me what I want to know… eventually.”
She licked the tip of his nose playfully, getting into the role of dominatrix. Another idea came to her and she went to the closet and rooted around for something. Coming out of it, she held a single feather in her hand, long, stiff and white. The bound man on the bed gasped audibly at the sight of the feather, his eyes nearly bugging out.
Approaching the bed, Kayla played with the feather, twirling it in front of his eyes as she asked in a husky voice, “How ticklish are your dick and balls?”
Now sweating freely, the intruder shook his head in denial as the feather got closer and closer to his swollen shaft. His reaction to the feather, along with everything else was getting Kayla quite excited, her pussy dripping and throbbing now. Experimentally running the tip of the feather lightly up the underside of his shaft, her bound intruder bit down on his lower lip hard, his teeth digging in. He shifted his hips to try to avoid the teasing tickle of the feather but Kayla resumed her position on his thighs, sitting down firmly.
Grinning, she watched his dick react to the light touch of the feather, observed how it twitched in response. She could see his tummy muscles tensing up, trying to hold back his innate reaction.
She crooned seductively to him, “Your dick really seems to like this… if you’re a good boy and tell me what I want to know, I’ll untie your buddy there and let him have some real fun.”
She went on to say, “I know how badly you want to come but I can’t let that happen until you tell me why you’re here, who you are and everything like that. You can make it way easy on yourself and have a whole lot more fun if you just tell me who you are and why you chose my house to break into.”
Sighing at his silence, she went on as she kept up the teasing with the feather, “You know, one of my favorite things to do to a guy is to give him a really great blow job. My mouth is watering, just looking at such a sweetly swollen dick, all nice and sensitive, just aching for some real attention.”
Just hearing that, the bound intruder whimpered, his eyes wide, his dick twitching.
Seeing that she was getting to him, she went on, “And you know, seeing how helpless you are, how excited you are being tied up, I’m getting fairly excited too. My pussy is just aching, seeing you all tied up and helpless. You can’t do anything to get yourself off… but I can…”
Another totally evil thought entered her mind. Getting off him, she went back to the closet, rooting around some more.
She came out with a small throw pillow and a length of nylon rope. She approached him with the pillow and the nylon rope. At first, he didn’t understand the significance of the pillow until she squeezed it. It vibrated loudly!! She squeezed it again and it stopped. Grinning, she tied it to his upper thighs and taped the feather to where it touched his dick head. Her sex literally ached while she did this, knowing what it would do to him. Smiling impishly, she quickly walked to the bed and squeezed the pillow. The pillow jumped to life, vibrating loudly, the feather tickling the underside of his dick. Her captive exhaled loudly, tensing up in the effort to keep himself in control.
Within seconds of the feather vibrating against his tender flesh, he was struggling to evade its evil touch, his breathing shallow as he tried in vain to stifle the moans and giggles that threatened to overcome him. As he struggled, the pillow, instead of moving away from his sensitive parts, moved closer, resting against his swollen balls. Sounds that bordered on desperation came out of him as the pillow nuzzled his balls gently but insistently, sounds that were almost giggles but not quite. Kayla giggled and went to his feet.
Her captive watched in near horror as she lifted her hands over his feet and let them fall, her fingers already wiggling madly. As soon as her fingers touched his sensitive soles, he screamed moaning laughter, his whole body bucking and writhing, his feet trying to jerk away from her fingers, his hips gyrating insanely to dislodge the vibrating pillow. She laughed with him, her fingers dancing lightly over his soles as she watched him wiggle for her so nicely.
At length, with a note of desperation in his voice, he cried out, “Please, oh god please stop tickling me, pleeeeeeeeaaaaaaaasssssseeeee make me come!!!!!!”
He repeated that over and over a few times, each time sounding more desperate. She stopped tickling him but let the pillow go on, even pressing it evilly closer to his balls for a few moments, watching him squirm a bit. Pressing on the pillow, she stopped it from vibrating and stepped back to watch him closely. Her intruder lay there, sweat soaked and trembling, panting, his eyes wide open with a wild look about them.
Kneeling next to the bed, crossing her arms and leaning on the bed next to his head, she spoke softly to him, “Now, are you ready to tell me at least your name?”
Finding his voice, he spoke on hoarse, breathless word, “Rick.”
Kayla grinned. “Now, we have a name to call you!!”
He spoke again, softly asking, “What’s your name?”
Caught off guard, she thought about withholding her name until he gave up more info but she felt, what the hell… “My name is Kayla, if you really want to know.”
Rick smiled weakly but managed, “You have a beautiful name.”
Dismissing his comment, she crooned, “Rick, dear, the more you tell me, the nicer I’ll be to you. Why are you here? Did someone send you?”
Kayla let one hand stray down his face to his chest, toying with his nipples through his sweat soaked T shirt as she went on, her voice dropping down into a seductive purr. “If you’re good and tell me, I’ll do something really nice for you.”
As she said that, her hand drifted down to his tummy, caressing in a light, tickly way that made him tighten his muscles. She pillowed her head on his tummy and let her hand slowly slide down to his thick, dark cloud of pubic hair, combing it with her fingernails. She felt Rick draw in his breath as her fingers grazed the base of his dick gently.
Raising her head and looking back at him, she asked with a sparkle in her eye, “Did you like that?”
Rick licked his lips and nodded. Kayla grinned and said playfully, “Then tell me more.”
She winked at him but her hand didn’t go any further. She knew that he wanted her to stroke him but she didn’t want him to get too comfy just yet. Laying her head back down, she took some of her long, dark hair and with the ends, started running it up and down the length of his poor throbbing cock. Rick groaned and his member twitched in longing as her hair tickled up and down his length. Silent, Rick just lay there, eyes closed, greatly enjoying the feel of her hair in his dick. He didn’t know how to tell her that her ex had paid him to break into her house to rattle her cage a little. He had never seen Kayla before, didn’t know what a beauty she was, how feisty and exciting a lady she was. He flexed his hips, enjoying the feel of her silken hair caressing his shaft, reflecting on his situation. He really did enjoy bondage and was fortunate that she did this instead of turning him into the police. That would have been way more embarrassing to him.
Groaning, he knew that he had to come clean to her but, in all honesty, was enjoying the torture that she was putting him through. He had been in this type of situation before but never had he ever been so totally excited, so hard and wanting to come before. He had only resisted this long because it just felt so damned good!! Her hair stopped its path along his shaft and he opened his eyes.
Looking closely at him, Kayla asked, “Do you have anything more to add, in addition to your name?”
A look of terrible indecision came over his face. He was loathe to tell her the reason why he was there.
Sensing that something was going on, she sat up, looking at him expectantly. “Well?”
Rick stayed silent, torn between telling her everything and wanting her to keep doing what she was doing. He knew from her ex that she didn’t really get into this (to his knowledge, anyway) but he could tell that Kayla was really getting off on tickling him. Her eyes sparkled in the way of one that truly enjoyed what they were doing and her eyes sparkled like stars in the night sky. Rick was starting to fall in love with the feisty beauty.
She looked at him expectantly; waiting for him to fold at the thought of more tickling but Rick remained silent, preparing himself for more torture. Frowning, she got up and grabbed a pair of scissors and approached him. Now, Rick was more than a little afraid. Her eyes met his, seeing the fear there and just started cutting his T shirt from his body.
“There, that’s way better.” she purred as she finished pruning his shirt away from him, revealing his upper body to the open air. His nipples were hard, poking up in the cool air of the bedroom. She couldn’t resist running her fingers through his abundant chest hair, relishing the feel of it against her hand. She heard him gasp almost inaudibly when her fingers grazed his nipples. Smiling, she leaned forward, her mouth latching onto his right nipple and sucking gently. His gasp got a little louder and she continued, watching out of the corner of her eye at his dick, which twitched in its need for attention.
Leaning back, Kayla looked at Rick, sighing sadly.
Frowning, she asked him patiently again, “Do you have anything else to tell me?”
He swallowed hard but stayed silent. Sighing again, she straddled Rick’s chest, her ass nestled against the base of his dick.
As her fingers toyed with his profuse chest hair, she commented appreciatively, “You have some incredible will power there. What will it take for you to tell me what I want to know, Rick darling?”
He felt the heat of her sex through her thin sleep pants and knew that she was just as turned on as he was in all this. The feeling of her thinly covered ass against his throbbing cock nearly drove him to confess everything right there. As she shook her head gently, the tips of her hair brushed the head of his dick ever so slightly, teasing it terribly. Her hands strayed to his stretched and vulnerable armpits.
Rick’s eyes grew wide as he felt her hands creep to his sensitive pits. Now sweating afresh, his head rolled back and forth in negation. His armpits were terribly sensitive, almost as much as his feet were. He gritted his teeth as he felt her nails combing his pit hair lightly, already trying to stifle the giggles that threatened to bubble out.
In a sing song voice, Kayla softly said, “Tickle, tickle, tickle…”
She started giggling at her own horny silliness, making it doubly hard for Rick to contain his own urge to laugh too. Her fingers wiggled a little faster, making him try to twist away but his bonds held fast. Finally, he gave in, laughter boiled out of him, his whole body writhing in a vain effort to buck her off. Kayla tightened her thighs on his hips, holding fast to his violent movements.
“Tickle, tickle, tickle…”
His movements made his dick ride up and down her ass crack, making it exquisite torture for him. Her hands crept down to his sides, her nails grazing his tender flesh there. If anything, his laughter escalated with the change, his movements more frantic. Oddly, this was really turning Kayla on in a big way. Even through the ticklish agony that he was in, he could feel the wet heat of her pussy pressing against his lower abdomen. She kept this up for a few minutes longer, until Rick was limp and breathless beneath her.
She watched as he lay there, unable to move but for panting breathlessly, his eyes closed in weariness. Getting off him for the moment, she knelt next to him and whispered gently, “Are you ready to talk yet?”
He turned his head to her and opened his eyes. For a moment, her gaze caught his and took her breath away. There was such a look of raw need in his eyes, coupled with a mix of other things that she couldn’t quite fathom. Could it be affection?? Desire?? She sensed that he was getting close to the point where he would talk. As he lay there, just looking at her, she frowned and got up to grab the feather. His eyes followed her silently, still recovering from his previous ordeal.
Rick was totally torn now. He couldn’t bear to let her go one thinking terrible things about him but he so did love what she was doing to him. He had been tied, tickled and teased by a number of wonderfully evil women in his time but she was different somehow. It was more than just his insane need to come that made him feel this way. He felt something every time her eyes met his, the way her clear blue eyes sparkled when she smiled. He sensed that this was the first time that she ever did this, despite her bravado. Even when her hands touched him in the effort to torture him, he felt a kind spirit behind her actions. After all, she could have just beaten him senseless with the crowbar and turned him into the police.
He watched as the feather approached his dick with split anticipation and dread, knowing it would just make him ache all the more to ejaculate. His balls felt as big as pillows and his dick felt as big as a tree trunk. More than anything, he wanted, NEEDED to come in the worst way. But, more than that, he felt the intense need to come clean with her. He just didn’t want her to hate him for what he had done.
Kayla lightly stroked the feather up and down his shaft, occasionally letting it tickle the head of his dick. Rick gasped and moaned over and over at the intense teasing feeling of the feather against his swollen sex. His hips moved in the effort to avoid it but Kayla followed the head with the tip of the feather, intent on driving him insane with need. Small giggles bubbled from his lips along with louder moans as she circled the feather tip around his sensitive head.
At one point, she grasped his shaft to hold him steady and Rick cried out in the extremity of his need, “Oh God….. please, you need to make me come NOW!!! I need to come, please, please, oh GOD PLEASE!!!!”
Smiling at the effect this all had on him, Kayla gently told him, “All you have to do is tell me why you’re here in the first place. Then, I’ll make you come.”
He could tell that in spite of her own excitement, she was getting tired. He caught a glimpse of the clock and it was almost 4 am. They had been doing this for almost 2 hours!! He was slightly surprised and rather pleased with himself. He had never lasted that long with other women. It was time to fess up to her.
Through his gasps of erotic agony, Rick finally spoke the words that she had been waiting to hear, “I’ll tell you what you want to know.”
Kayla, shocked, lay down the feather and looked at him expectantly.
Licking his lips, he continued, “Please don’t think badly of me. Your ex boyfriend paid me to break into your house, not to hurt you but to shake you up a bit. I think he wants you to run back to him.”
Now afraid that she would really take out her anger on him, he braced himself mentally.
For a few minutes, she sat silently. Her expression was mixed sad, angry, bemused.
Rick spoke, his voice soft, “For what it’s worth, I am so sorry that I did this. He told me that you wouldn’t be home and I needed the money really bad. I hope that you don’t think badly of me for this. He set me up for a fall.”
Kayla looked at him, oddly, with compassion in her eyes.
She nodded and told him gently, “I can see that you’re not a bad guy… I knew that as soon as I had you tied up. My ex boyfriend is a jerk and this just proves it to me all over again.”
Her reaction took Rick totally by surprise. He had expected her to retaliate against him in lieu of her ex not being there.
Kayla went on, “He’s got a way about him that makes people do just about everything that he wants them to do for him. I can’t really blame you but I hate him all the more for using you to make me feel insecure. He used to make me do terrible things just for fun.”
She sat next to Rick on the bed as she talked, her hand unconsciously going to stroke his aching cock as she talked. For the first time, Rick told her how good her hand felt on his dick.
Laughing, Kayla asked Rick a very good question, “How would you like to help me get back at my ex?”
She stopped stroking him for the moment as a plan unfolded in her mind.
She went on eagerly, her energy coming back to her, “It’s obvious that he’s used both of us in very bad ways. Why not teach him a lesson?”
Through his sexual haze, Rick understood what she was saying and gave it a thought. “My ex is probably more ticklish than you. He never goes without shoes or socks and can’t tolerate anyone dealing with his feet, even to cut his toe nails. If you’re agreeable, we could team up and teach him once and for all that using people isn’t nice!!”
Her newfound energy was infectious, even in Rick’s bound state of being. He grinned, liking the idea of getting back at him in a way that would make him think twice about doing this to some other poor person. Kayla went back to stroking Rick’s dick, firmly and consciously massaging him.
“Now,” she purred to Rick, “you get your reward for being honest.”
Her expression gentle, she untied his throbbing cock, telling him, “I’m going to let you calm down a little so you don’t come too fast… I want to make this good for you.”
Rick’s eyes met hers for a moment, gauging her mood. She seemed to have changed slightly in the time that he had told her the truth. She was somehow less fiery, less driven yet now, softer, more sensual. He ached to wrap his arms around her and hold her close now. He still sensed that strength about her that he had seen earlier but now, it was tempered with new knowledge and oddly, an assurance that he hadn’t seen earlier. Now free of its shoestring bondage, his dick slowly returned to a more normal color and size but remained hard as a rock.
Getting up from the bed, Kayla stood next to the bed, watching Rick. He gazed back at her and to his total surprise; she slowly stripped off her clothing, revealing herself to him. Her breasts were as beautiful as he had imagined them to be with rose tipped nipples. His mouth watered at the thought of suckling them. His eyes wandered down her body to the triangle of delicate hair that guarded her hot sex. He could imagine how it would taste, sweet and musky at the same time; he could even smell her excitement now. Her gaze held his as she approached the bed and lay next to him, her head pillowed on his shoulder. Sensing that she was wanting a little comfort at that moment, he turned his head to kiss her forehead. As she lay there, him still bound tightly to the bed, her hand traced down his chest to caress his nipples, bringing a moan to his lips. His dick twitched mightily, precum drooling freely from the head.
The feeling of her laying next to him, her touching him so tenderly was so intoxicating to him. He closed his eyes and pressed his face into her hair, inhaling her scent as her hand moved against his skin.
Rick moaned, “God, I love what you’re doing to me.”
Kayla smiled and asked him if he wanted to do something for her as well. She moved to straddle his face, her dripping sex right there near his mouth. Looking up at her, he commented that it would be much more enjoyable for her if he was untied. She considered this for a moment and grinned as she reached to untie him. Thank God she trusted him!!
As soon as his arms were free, he wrapped them around her, holding her close and kissed her passionately. He inadvertently grabbed her sides, causing her to jerk away, giggling. She untied his feet, giving each one a tickle before releasing it. Liking her playful attitude, he gently tackled her, pinning her to the bed. He slid down a bit, his mouth ravishing her breasts. Kayla moaned loudly as his mouth found her nipples, getting both in his mouth at the same time, licking and sucking them with great eagerness. Her body writhed against his, her passion rising quickly as he teased her sensitive nubs with the tip of his tongue.
He was eager to get to her moist cleft but wanted to explore her body as she had had the chance to explore his. He slid down a little more, reluctantly leaving her peaks to explore further south. He thoroughly licked and kissed her tummy, his hands running up and down her sides, bringing forth gentle giggles.
Her body twitched and she admonished playfully, “Be careful or I’ll tie you up again.”
He smiled against her tummy, one hand sneaking down to caress her twat. Her thighs parted more, Kayla sighing softly.
His fingers parted her outer lips, exploring gently, finding her swollen clit. Sliding down further, he inhaled her secret scent. Her sex came into view, neatly shaved on the sides, trimmed up top. Her clit was engorged and very sensitive. He brushed it gently with his fingertip and a loud groan met his ears. In spite of his burgeoning need to come, he wanted to give back to her some of what she gave to him. He wanted to tease her, at least as long as he could before feeling like he would explode like a geyser.
Leaning forward, his lips surrounded her little nub, suckling ever so gently. Kayla stopped moving, concentrating entirely on Rick’s subtle ministrations. He shifted from gently nibbling to soft sucking to lashing her clit with the tip of his tongue. Every time he changed tactics, she moaned softly, her hips moving subtly with his own movements, matching them.
After a few minutes, Kayla groaned, “You’re driving me crazy!!!! God, that feels so good!!!”
Gradually, he started sucking, licking and nibbling harder and faster, Kayla grinding her wet sex against his face wildly. Finally, he latched onto her button, bobbing his head slightly, sucking as hard as he could, his tongue wildly lashing the tip of her clit. She tensed up, her body arching and she cried out, almost screaming as she came over and over. Her body trembled, her hands twitched as she twined her fingers in his hair, urging him not to stop but to keep going.
She whimpered breathlessly to him, “Please don’t stop…”
He honored her request, continuing to passionately suck and lash her clit, delighted at her trembling reaction.
Finally, Kayla sagged back, limp and sweat soaked. Rick paused, looking at her flushed, blissful face. Gently kissing all around her pubic mound, he returned to lay next to her, holding her close, caressing her gently.
Over and over, she murmured to him, “Oh my God, that was so great… I’ve never come like that in my entire life… how did you know how to touch me like that?”
Her head rested on his chest, kissing his chest, caressing his arm as he held her. Giving her time to recover but reminding her that he still wanted his ‘reward’, he pressed his rock hard dick against her leg gently.
Her hand crept down to curl around his throbbing manhood, stroking it gently. He kissed her forehead, his hands running up and down her back as her soft hand caressed his hard on.
Whispering to her softly, “I just followed my instincts.”
Her hand moved to the head of his dick, gently caressing it, bringing forth a loud groan from him.
Kayla smiled against his chest, telling him breathlessly, “It’s time for your reward.”
Kissing him tenderly, she got up, taking him by the hand and leading him to the old easy chair in the corner of the room. He grinned, following her and sat down, looking at her expectantly.
For a moment, she stood, looking at him sitting there, his erection throbbing visibly. Almost knowing what she was thinking, he shifted his hips forward so that his balls were hanging off the edge of the deep seated chair. Kayla knelt down in front of him, between his legs. At first, she didn’t touch his cock at all, just caressed his legs, going to his inner thighs, softly touching him here and there. His penis twitched as he felt her breath near, his eyes never leaving her face.
Kayla enjoyed giving head a great deal but she was really enjoying this now. Rick’s manhood was just the size that she liked for this particular activity. It was short, not too thick and his balls were nice and tight to his body. Taking it in her hand, she leaned close, kissing and licking his balls. Rick groaned deep in his throat, almost an animal sound as he felt her mouth on his sensitive sack. Now, his urge to grab her and force her mouth on his dick was almost unbearable. He mentally restrained himself, knowing that patience would be rewarded with pleasure.
Her mouth finally moved up from his balls to the base of his dick, her hot tongue licking up from the base to his head. Her eyes met his as she took him into her mouth, a fraction of an inch at a time. Her tongue lashed the underside of his dick unmercifully until he was fully inside her mouth, her lips kissing his pubic hair. For a moment, she stayed like that, letting him feel her mouth tighten around him. The feeling of being engulfed inside her was incredible. The urge grew strong to grab her hair and fuck her mouth until he exploded. He put his hands behind his back in the effort to fight his urges.
She slowly drew her head back, beginning to bob it up and down, pausing at the head, and sucking on it hard for a moment, her tongue swirling around the head maddeningly. Now moaning constantly, an occasional whimper coming from his throat, Rick sat as still as he could, letting Kayla work his dick as she wished, enjoying every second of it. Her hands moved to his balls again, gently cupping and caressing them as her head bobbed on his dick, pausing at the head every time to suck on it hard and swirl her tongue around it.
Becoming more vocal, Rick panted out breathlessly, “God… you’re driving me crazier than you did before… You’re incredible!!!”
All the while, Kayla was getting really hot by what she was doing to Rick, teasing him with the way she was sucking in him. She wanted to give him the best head that he had ever had before. Changing tactics, she started giving him long, slow sucks, bobbing her head a little faster. She could feel his dick swelling a little… he was getting close to coming. Knowing that she couldn’t keep him from coming forever, she stepped up her sucking, moving her head faster. Rick’s hands finally went to her head, caressing her hair as she pleasured him.
With only the head in her mouth, her hand gripped his shaft, stroking it rapidly while her mouth worked his head almost viciously, sucking hard, her tongue lashing the sensitive glands mercilessly. Rick thrust his hips hard in time with her hand strokes, his groans turning into animal cries as he exploded into her mouth, shooting come in violent spurts. Kayla took it all eagerly, swallowing quickly to keep up with his flow. She kept on sucking even after he stopped ejaculating, taking all his come. Slowly, Rick sagged back, spent for the moment. Licking his dick carefully, she cleaned him with her mouth as is softened slightly.
The only sound to be heard was Rick’s ragged panting. Looking up at him, she saw a sated smile on his face, his body sweat soaked and trembling slightly. She crawled up into his lap, holding him tenderly, his face buried in her breasts. His beard stubble felt oddly good against her sensitive skin as he nestled his face there, inhaling her scent deeply. His trembling subsided as he held her, his hands running up and down her back again. For a time, they sat there like that, just feeling each other, enjoying the moment.
Rick could feel Kayla’s sex was still wet and hot, the way she pressed herself against him. His lips found their way to her nipples, finding them just as stiff as before. When he took one into his mouth, her reaction left no doubt, she was still horny as all hell. Her soft gasp told him everything. He sucked on it hard, lashing the tip with his tongue, making her gasp louder and writhe slightly against him.
He felt his dick stiffening again (it had never really gone totally soft in the first place) as her pussy brushed against it. His mouth worked its way up her chest to her throat, nibbling its way to the side of her neck. She felt him grin against her skin as she also felt his hand stray down to the cleft between her thighs.
Murmuring to her, “You’re still horny, aren’t you?”
He punctuated his query with a gentle circling around her clit. Kayla gasped, pressing against his fingers.
She whispered back, “Just as horny as you are.”
She reached back, felt for his dick, gripped it and gave it a few quick pumps. He groaned, and then laughed, asking her, “What are we to do about this, now?” His fingers slipped inside her, wiggling a little, making her grunt in pleasure.
Her voice trembling with excitement, “I have a solution…”
With that, she raised up and he removed his fingers, guessing at what she had in mind. She positioned his member at the entrance of her pussy, rubbing the head slowly back and forth against her inner lips. Rick’s hands went to her hips, urging her to engulf him once again. Slowly, she descended onto his shaft, relishing the feel of him inside her.
Once fully within her, Rick made a monumental effort not to grab her and fuck her like an animal, although, she might have liked that. For a moment, she stayed still, not moving, letting him feel her inside while he explored her breasts more thoroughly. Soon, the urge to move came to her, her hips undulating as his lips found hers, brushing gently at first, and then deepening into a passionate kiss. He endured her subtle movements but couldn’t bear them any longer. He wanted to be in control. With a huge effort, he pulled out of her hot pussy with a groan and carried her to the bed.
At first, Kayla protested as he tossed her to land lightly on the mattress. He threw himself on her, burying his face in her moist sex, licking and sucking it eagerly. She stopped protesting, laying back with a gasp. He then knelt between her knees, his dick rubbing against her moist inner lips insistently. Smiling, Kayla spread her legs farther apart for him, angling her hips so he would have easy entrance. As the head of his manhood entered her, Rick massaged her clit gently, making her interior muscles contract sweetly on his dick. Once fully inside her, he jiggled his hips, wringing a low moan from Kayla. Her legs wrapped around his hips, her heels planted on his ass as she undulated her hips in response.
He urged her to lift her legs up onto his shoulders, her heels behind his head as he began to stroke into her slowly. He continued to tease her clit, massaging it gently even as he moved inside her. Her trembling interior muscles told him that she was on the verge of another climax and stepped up the pace on her clit, flicking it faster. Soon, her legs were shaking and her moans were edging towards screams. Her legs, of their own accord moved back around his waist and he plunged into her, thrusting into her hard and fast, unable to bear the feeling of her wonderfully hot pussy anymore.
Their bodies moved together in a mutual rhythm of passion. Rick held her tight, his head on her shoulder as he battered into her, feeling his orgasm rising. Kayla too, felt her climax starting as Rick pounded into her faster and harder. Her hips bucked against him, crying out, her climax overtook her, washing over her like a tidal wave. Rick felt her starting to come, her muscles contracting spastically. With a loud groan, he erupted inside her like a geyser, shooting into her again and again.
For endless minutes, they lay there, unmoving, holding each other in the wake of their passion. Feeling like he had been hit by a train, he rolled off her to lay next to her, still holding her gently. Both were speechless at the passion that both of them had just felt. Neither spoke for a while but just held and stroked the other gently, not wanting to spoil the mood that lingered in the room.
Groaning, Rick asked where her bathroom was at. Grinning, Kayla told him and got up to stretch as he went down the hall to the bathroom. She lay back down and was almost asleep when he came back. Laying down next to her, she nestled against him as he asked, “So… now what? Do you want me to leave?”
She grinned sleepily and replied, “We get some sleep… then we make our plans to get back my ex.” Rick kissed her on the cheek and got up to turn off the light. In the darkness, he snuggled back up to her, draping his arm over her nakedness. Before she drifted off to sleep, she drowsily commented, “You’re the best…”