My body is so sensitive to touch that I wear long sleeved turtlenecks,
leggings, and socks to sleep in. I despise being tickled.
My boyfriend knows this.
I’m not saying that I never bare skin, because I do.
I love wearing tiny bikinis to the beach and sexy dresses to parties and
to clubs, but the minute I come back home.
I take a shower, pull my long hair back in a bun and slip into my comfy
long sleeved turtle neck,leggings, and socks and go into my room.
One night I’d had one too many drinks and passed out in my bed,
wearing only my red bikini.
A few hours later I woke up to sounds of laughter and felt this
tingling sensation coursing over my body and heard my boyfriend
“She’s waking up!” I heard Rick say.
“Oh, she is going to be so pissed!” his friend Leo howled.
I opened my eyes.
Everything was fuzzy.
I tried to move my arms and my legs, but I was strapped down with my
I was naked and my boyfriend Rick and his best friend Leo were staring
at me laughing.
They were naked too.
Both of them had a long hot pink feather in their hands and a
mischievous glint in their eyes.
It wasn’t uncommon for the three of us to fuck, so I wasn’t upset
about that being strapped down.
I was upset about them doing the one thing that I had asked neither of
them to do to me.
“NO!” I pleaded.
Rick ran his feather over my neck and between my breasts and over my
nipples, while Rick concentrated on my feet and between my pussy lips.
“You’re going to like this. I promise.” Rick grinned as he continued using
the feather between my thighs and over my swollen waxed pussy lips.
Leo began sucking on my left nippled and tickling the other with his
My body began to tremble as the mixture of intense pleasure and
feeling of hatred of being tickled overtook my senses.
I was bucking and trying to get away, yet at the same time what they
were doing felt so fucking good!
Rick teased the feather over my clit, sliding fingers into me, while Leo
began sucking on my other nipple and tickling my stomach.
I kept pleading and begging for mercy, until I finally came…
I’d been on my feet for twelve straight hours, serving green beer
to drunk Irishmen in kilts while wearing a very sexy, but
uncomfortable Irish Pub Girl costume.
Low cut white blouse shoved into a green and black corset that
jacked my thirty-six D’s practically up to my chin with a short
green shirt, a green and white garter and black fuck me heels.
Fending off grabby hands trying to see if I was a true redhead
and if I had freckles everywhere…
I am and I do!
It was finally closing time and I was ready to close up shop and go
As a matter of fact I was about to lock the door when this tall,
well built Irish God appeared.
Think a young Colin Farrell.
I’d recalled seeing him earlier with a friend.
Black T shirt stretched out over bulging muscles, with a green plaid
kilt and black boots.
“Aye can see that you’re closing, but I would love to have a drink
with you.” he offered with his sexy Irish brogue.
I suddenly forgot about being tired and stepped aside so that he
I quickly placed the CLOSED sign on the door and locked it.
I was going to get me some Irish in me after all!
I leaned forward to close the shade on glass door, when my
Irishman took the opportunity to run his strong hands up beneath
my costume and slide my black thong down over my curvy bottom.
I moaned as he slid two thick fingers into my soaking cunt and
raking his fingers over my engorged clit.
I braced myself against the wood paneling on the door as the first
wave of orgasm overtook me.
He spun me around to face him, his smoldering green eyes locking
with my emerald green ones as he tore off his T shirt to reveal
and a Celtic Cross Tattoo over his left pectoral muscle.
He grabbed me and hoisted me up onto a nearby table.
One hand on the back of my head fucking my mouth with his tongue
as he lifted his kilt and plunged his huge cock into me.
His thrusts were passionate and forceful.
I white-knuckled the sides of the round table for leverage.
Cumming multiple times, before he finally filled me with his brew…
I clumsily pushed my way through a dimly lit crowd of drunk and horny
college kids looking for my friends, a red solo cup of warm beer in
hand. The party was being held at a beach house owned by the parents
one of the guys in well known frat at the University of Florida.
Suddenly I felt my body being pushed backward, beer sloshing over my
hand as my back landed against the wall.
Before I could get a good look at his face, he’d taken my drink from my
hand a sat it upon a shelf. His lips pressed against mine.
I heard him jangle a door knob and the wall or rather the door was
moving and we were inside of a dark room.
The only light came from a bonfire outside a large window.
He pressed me back up against the door.
His teeth found my neck while his hands set about removing my bikini
and denim skirt…
He shoved his fingers inside of my cunt as he rolled my nipples between
his teeth. He tugged on them hard as I felt for his cock.
He turned me around and laid me down on a game table that looked out
into the backyard.
I finally saw his face.
It was Eric, the guy that owned the house.
I was both relieved and surprised.
He could have any girl he wanted and tonight it was me.
“I have wanted to fuck you since I first saw you Emily!” he offered
with a pussy drenching grin.
“Then do it!” I pleaded. Breathlessly
He slid his cock into wet cunt.
He was huge!
I wrapped my legs around his waist, trying to get more and more of him
inside of me.My fingernails dug into his muscular shoulders.
He winced and dipped his head biting and sucking on my nipples.
I arched my back feeling the table shake beneath us.
“Fuck!!!” I squealed as drove deeper than I thought was possible.
He let out a loud grunt.
Our bodies trembling as both of us came.
Bodies drenched in sweat…~~~Emily~~~
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The door slammed, jolting me awake.
I lifted my head trying to familiarize myself with my surroundings.
Stark white walls,empty desks, and crumpled paper and the smell of
stale coffee permeated the room.
I’d fallen asleep in Professor Jones class again!
Panic washed over me!
I’d taken a job at a local gentlemans club to help pay for school and I
hadn’t been getting home until late, which meant that I had been falling
asleep in Professor Jones class more often than not.
He marched over to me, brown eyes narrowed,nostrils flaring.
“Ms.Hastings, this is the third time that you have fallen asleep in my
class!” the older man screamed, arms now crossed over his chest.
I wiped some drool from the corner of my naturally thick lips.
“Yes, Professor Jones. I understand and I am very sorry.”
I could feel him looking me over, taking in my low cut red blouse and
short black shirt and boots.
“Is that glitter on your neck?” he frowned.
I self consciously touched where he was staring.
“Yes Sir.” I replied timidly. “I’ve been working as a dancer at a club at
night to help pay for my tuition.”
He raised his furrowed brows and a smirk appeared on his lips.
He removed the wedding band from his left ring finger and placed it in
his front pocket and then lowered his zipper.
His penis flopped out into my face and he began to stroke it.
“If you want to remain in my class, I suggest you show me those tits
and get to sucking.” he commanded.
I nodded and with trembling hands I quickly removed my blouse and
bra, my small yet perky B cup tits bounced.
He reached out with his hands and fondled them, rubbing his thumbs
over my bite sized nipples.
I cringed a bit at first, but the more he began rubbing, the more I
liked it. I looked up at him and gently grabbed his cock.
I licked it from base to tip, wrapping my thick lips around the
mushroom head. I coaxed him up against the roof of my mouth toward
the back of my throat, rubbing the base with my finger tips.
I began to hum as I took him deeper.
“Oh yeah…” Professor Jones moaned, grabbing me by my red ponytail.
I began to tense a bit, being somewhat inexperienced especially with
older men. I wasn’t sure what to expect.
He began forcing his cock deeper, past where I was comfortable with,
causing me to gag and choke, my eyes were watering.
I placed my hands on his pudgy stomach to signal that I needed some
air, but he kept going for a moment or two longer, before releasing my
I swallowed in some air and dabbed my eyes with my blouse.
He pulled me up from the desk and kissed me roughly on the lips.
“I’m not finished with you, Ms. Hastings.” he sneered.
He tugged me over to his desk.
I thought he was going to fuck me, but he had something else in mind.
He instructed me to lay down on top of his surprisingly clean desk and
hang my head over the side and open my mouth.
I felt dizzy.
I’d never done this before.
Professor Jones guided his cock back into my mouth, cupping my head
in one hand as he slowly began to fuck my throat, pushing past my
comfortable place again, lightly caressing my neck and my breasts with
his other hand.
I could breathe better, but my eyes were still watering, especially once
he began thrusting faster, his balls smacking my forehead this time.
His breathing increased along with his strokes, shoving his cock deep
into my throat. I felt him tense and his cum release into me.
I slowly sat up, swallowing his jizz.
Professor Jones grabbed me by the back of my head again, shoving his
tongue into my throat and fingers into my drenched pussy, his thumb
rubbing over my hard clit,until I came all over them, my thighs