The Ticklish Bet: F/M, FF/M Tickling

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Damien sat a broken man. He prayed that it would be soon be over and he would select a cum card to stop the game. He glanced down and saw the girls had left a quarter of the pizza. “That’s your share slave” said Rebecca. She placed the cake at the top of his chest and faced away from him. She then proceeded to lower her ass onto the chocolate, crushing it as she did so. She gyrated her hips onto the cake and mashed it between her ass cheeks, while she hummed and giggled to herself.

That voice was Jen, but who was she talking to? Then he remembered, she said her little sister Rachel was staying for the weekend. Rachel was in the 18 and in the last class of highschool and from what he could remember seeing was really cute like her sister…and it sounded like she was just as cruel. As she rose off his belly, she positioned her ass over his face and hitched down her jeans and panties. She sat bare-assed over his face and said “Seeing as you liked your meal so much, you can have a bit more (giggle)” She then let out a huge, wet, eggy fart all over his face. He spluttered as she remained seated for a minute to trap the smell in his nose. The girls laughed as the dragged him to the bathroom for his cold shower. She soon returned, and he heard her settle down onto the sofa, he then heard 2 small thuds on the coffee table, which he guessed was her putting her feet up.Damien always thought she had a kinky side and could imagine her wielding a whip or burning a candle on someone. He shook his head clear of that image. Slave you have offended us!” said Rebecca. “You have been very ungrateful in wasting our lovely meal we worked so hard to make for you (giggle) for this you will be punished!” Damien could see this to be true as her soles glistened and a bead of sweat made its way down her left foot, from the ball of her foot, down her arch, past her heel and on to the plate.

It was around three hours later, that Jen returned home. “That was a nice long run, I can tell you, worked up quite a sweat! (giggle) is it his lunch time yet? Haha”He lifted his head to see her and Rebecca wiggling their slender toes at him and smiling. This visual stimulation was too much and his body spasmed and he shot his load in Jen’s dirty sneaker.

Now I believe we had a deal. If you gave me a tongue bath, I would scratch you where you’re itching. So where are you itching the most hun?” Basically Jess was stretched out and tied down to the slant board, his hands over his head to one foothold and his feet tightly bound to the other. His whole body was exposed - just the way I like him!!!!

She held the container under his nose. It wasn’t the foulest thing he’d ever smelt (he’d smelt worse in public toilets) but it was still shit…shit that he would have to eat.