Irresistible hotties get kinky in the nightclub

Irresistible hotties get kinky in the nightclub
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He came to the door dressed in only a black jockstrap and some high top tennis shoes.

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"You didn't tell me what to wear or anything." There is nothing quite like being greeted by a 6 foot tall, 235 pound weight lifter. His head was shaved and his skin was very pale. You could tell that sun tanning was not on his schedule. "That is all right. I want you naked anyway." He was lightly furry across his chest and belly. His nipples were large round and pink against his white skin.

Even though he looked like a big bruiser, his smile was warm and disarming. "I am glad you decided to go through with this for your birthday," he said.

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We had been negotiating this scene by e-mail and telephone for over a month. I wasn't certain until the last minute that I wanted to do it. Usually, I prefer to play with men who are into my kinks. "You have been a fantasy of mine for a while from your ads in the paper, but I never thought you would do this.

Then I saw a review of you posted on a web site by one of your clients saying that you did tickling scenes and were very sensitive." "So, you decided to take a chance," he smiled. I was becoming more at ease. "I have never paid for a professional before, so you will need to tell me how this is going to work.

Do I need to worry a lot about time?" "No," he said, "I mean, if you went over by a half hour we would need to re-negotiate." "Oh, that is plenty of flexibility." We chatted as he showed me where the lube and towels were. I took a good look at the room. It was heavily padded with carpet and he had built an elaborate framework around it with galvanized piping.

There were mirrors on some walls and a full sized mattress in one corner. I laid the money on top of a shelf where he could see it. "Did you want to cuddle first?" he asked. "No, I think I want to get right into it," I replied. He brought out a sling from the closet. It was a triangular sling, with the narrower part being the head support.

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He suspended it on chains that hung from the piping in the center of the room. I began undressing, down to my white socks while he tested the sling to make sure it was comfortable.

"This has to go," I said, snapping his jock strap. He smiled and slipped out of his shoes and jock. In the mean time I began arranging my toys.


I began attaching soft, wide leather cuffs to each wrist and ankle. "Have you been tied and tickled before?" I asked. "I have a client who likes to tickle, but this will be the most serious bondage I have ever done like this." When I was through attaching the wrist and ankle restraints, I hugged him close for a minute.

He wrapped his powerful arms around my much smaller frame. Taller than me by an inch, he outweighed me by at least 70 pounds. Even so, he was a bit nervous. He was about to give up a great deal of control. I lightly stroked his sides and licked his nipples, which caused him to moan a bit more loudly than I expected. I thought for a moment that he was acting a little to please me. No matter, since I knew I would be getting a lot more sounds out of him in a moment. As he lay back in the sling, I brought out my ropes with quick release hardware on the ends.

I snapped one on each limb and quickly tied him down. Because of the narrower head area of the sling, his hands were tied high up over his head, nearly together, and secured to large the links supporting the sling. His ankles were secured wide apart, but he was relatively comfortable on his back. "What makes you like this sort of thing?" He asked. I really wanted to go into detail describing what I liked about tickling a man, the sense of power and control, and joy, but we only had an hour and I wasn't going to waste too much time talking.

"I don't know, it makes my cock hard. It always has, since I was a kid. So, I guess if your cock is telling you that you like it, then eventually, you are going to learn to like it." That was my short answer. He was going to find out exactly how much I enjoyed tickling in just a moment. I then reached into my toy bag and retrieved a one inch wide, black leather thong about two feet long. I proceeded to tie up his cock and balls into a makeshift ball stretcher. I wanted him hard as much as possible.

I also wanted easy access to this ass and balls. His balls were lightly hairy and easy to tie. His cock began swelling almost immediately when I started tying it off. I stepped back a minute to admire him, then spread my fingers wide apart and stroked his sides gently.


I wasn't trying to tickle him yet, just tease his nerves a little. Then, I swallowed his cock and sucked him for a minute or two until he was hard. I began tickling his balls and ass a little looking for sensitive areas.

When I was satisfied that he was hard enough, I leaned forward over him, smiling an evil smile. Then, I began a light tickling of his pits and sides. Again I was looking for sensitive spots, but the fun was about to start. As my fingertips grazed over his muscles, I noticed a slight giggle escape as I touched his lower ribs.

I began making lazy tickling circles over the same spot and watched as he started to crack.

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It was that perfect sound. I love to break a man down slowly because it is more excruciating. He gets the feeling he is winning at first and gradually realizes that he is loosing all control. Soon, his giggles grew to a steady chuckle and then a full laugh. I kept it up at the same spot for a while, then my fingers wandered back to his pits and then down to his abdomen.

I made sure I got a good response at every spot before I moved on. Then, I went for his week spot. While tickling his side with my left hand, I reached back and began tickling his foot with my right hand. His voice raised an octave as I scratched my nails under the balls of his feet. "No! Not my feet! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. Oh baby, not my feet!" I decided it was time to focus on those feet. For the next five minutes or so, I went from one foot to the other, sometimes both, scribbling between his toes, raking my nails, licking, nibbling.

He laughed and thrashed around, suspended in air, unable to fight the sensations. I began moving my hands up his legs, to his inner thighs and back to his sensitive ribs. Then, I let my hands dance back to his feet for some more torture. I worked him into a frenzy for about five minutes, then I shifted gears again and began stroking his cock.

His cock was cut and fat at the base, a great shape for sucking. I concentrated on getting him very, very hard, while tickling his balls. I wanted a better look at his ass and balls, but it wasn't time yet. Once he was on edge, I shifted gears back to his feet and tickled some more until he was out of breath.

"Would you like some water?" I asked. "Yeah, that would be good." He said. I grabbed a tall cup of water off the counter and held his head while he drank. I gave him two good drinks before I put the cup down. I took out my black leather blindfold and covered his eyes. I could see that this made him nervous and I wanted to play with that tension for a while. I brought out two long feathers.

One was a very soft pheasant feather with a pointed tip. The other was a white goose feather with a sharper edge. Each was over a foot and a half long. I paused and silently moved back in front of him, standing back between his legs.

Then, I began stroking his torso with the full length of both feathers. I ran them up and down his body, letting them dance in random patterns across his pits, sides, inner thighs, nipples, and arms. I could tell he was enjoying the treatment. He groaned and writhed, letting his body reach up to meet the stroking feathers.

I ran them around the side of his balls and seesawed them across his cock head. I spent some time stroking his hard cock with them. Soon, he was in a blissful state of erotically charged tension, waiting for the next delicious stroke across his skin. Time to mix it up again. I put down the feathers and began stroking his sides with my finger tips. I gradually increased the speed and pressure until he began to squirm.

Then, I gently coaxed him into giggles and kept increasing the intensity until he was laughing out loud. I moved up and down his sides, then pushed him over the top by once again tickling his feet.

"Oh, baby! Ha, ha, Oh baby! Give me a break! "Let's get rid of the blindfold." I said. As I uncovered his eyes, I smiled at him maniacally. He looked around. "Wow, those were feathers.

I thought they were brushes because I saw some brushes earlier," he said. That gave me my cue for another change of pace. I scooted him down in the sling until his ass was spread wide. "Let's play a little game," I said. I held up four artist's brushes with different widths of heads. "Let's see which of these you like best." I knelt down between his legs, took a wide sable brush and began stroking up and down his spread ass crack and around his hole.

"Oh, wow, that is nice!" he said. I continued stroking, then switched brushes for a pointed sable brush. "Is that a different brush? Wow that is even better!" Although I liked watching him get off on the attention, disappointingly, his ass hole didn't appear to be very ticklish. Still, I didn't want to shift gears yet, teasing him was a good thing too. I applied a fan brush and a courser brush, but ended up going back to the first two, which were clearly his favorites.

It was having a good effect. He continued to relax his ass to allow me to touch him in his most sensitive spots. I let the brushes dance along his hole and around his perianal area, occasionally tickling his balls and his cock.

Then I stood up and began stroking his toes with the brushes. In a second he was laughing out loud. "Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, oh baby, no not my feet again!" Time to get a little serious. I grabbed the feathers and dragged them between his toes, scratched the balls of his feet with the blunt ends of the feathers and brushes.

Finally, I started nibbling on his meaty soles. "No! ha, ha, ha, ha, ha&hellip." I made him thrash around hysterically. All of this thrashing was taking a toll. The leather thong on his cock and balls had become loose.

Time to pause to make some adjustments. I untied it, then re-wrapped his balls and cock so that they stood out from his body. I leaned forward against him, nose to nose and kissed him lightly on the lips. He kissed back, lightly. I planted feather kisses around his face and then began lightly tickling his forearms.

It is always wonderful to see the look of surprise that strikes when you find a new ticklish zone. I let my fingers tickle lightly around his arms and pits, sliding around to his now sensitized back. "I've never been tickled on my back before," he giggled.

"I never thought I could be ticklish there." "My question for you is not where you are ticklish, but how you avoid being tickled in your line of work?" I teased as my fingers danced along his lower ribs. As I stroked his sides, I looked down and saw his cock swelling up in front of me. "Well," I smiled, " I guess you do like this, at least a little." I began stroking his cock in my hand while tickling his balls.

"I think it is time to fuck you, if that is okay," I asked.

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"Yeah, that would feel good." I pumped some lubricant into my hand and began stroking his cock while opening up and lubricating his hole.

His muscular ass was warm and welcomed my fingers inside; letting me wet him with slimy lubricant. I stroked his cock as I finger fucked him, then rolled a condom on and slid inside.

What a hot muscle butt! I varied the speed and depth of my strokes, gradually building up the pace. All the while I stoked his cock and tickled his balls, edging him closer. "You better stop stroking that cock or I'll cum!" he said. "Okay," was my only response, as I withdrew my hand. I kept fucking him and tickling his balls, increasing to an ass-pounding pace. "Wow, my body feels so confused. I am being tickled and fucked at the same time." I held onto one leg as I rode him, continuing to tease his balls with my free hand.

"You'd better stop, or I'll shoot." "Okay." I said. I backed off and pulled off the condom, letting a huge drop of my pre-cum drip to the floor.

"Hey, my arms are getting kind of tired from being up like this." "All right, let's tie them behind you." I quickly un-clipped his wrists from the ropes, then re-clipped them behind his back, relaxed, below the sling. "Is that comfortable?" "Yes, that is fine," he said. "Well, that covers your pits quite a bit, but it also opens up new opportunities." I reached for the soft, pointy pheasant feather and ran it along his now fully exposed neck.

He groaned and turned his head to meet the feather's strokes. I danced around his neck and ears for a minute and then decided to do something I knew would be irresistible. Standing as far back as I could, I touched his upper lip and nose with just the sharp tip of the feather.

In just a few seconds, he dissolved into a fit of giggles. No matter how he turned his head, the tip of the feather hovered over his lip and nose, just touching the hypersensitive nerves and sending intensely ticklish sensations to his whole face. This was like striking gold! This huge man was smiling and giggling like a little boy.

He looked completely surprised by this new, intense sensation, and his happy, playful laugh made my cock throb.

He was out of control. I kept this up for a few minutes, because it was such a turn on to see him giggling this way, but I shifted gears again before it became unbearable. I went back to stroking his cock and tickling his balls to keep him aroused.

I tickled his ass some more with brushes, then decided it was time to up the level of intensity. I kneaded his muscular thighs, sending him into fits of hearty laughter. I poked and prodded his groin, then let my fingers dance across his lower back muscles. "Ha, ha, ha, ha&hellip. I can't believe… My legs are ticklish! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha&hellip." "It is a good thing my friend Alfonso isn't here. My style is a lot more sensual than his. He has a touch that would drive you crazy," I said as I leaned over and dug into his ribs.

I massaged each rib deeply, as if to demonstrate a different approach. Ha, ha, ha, ha! I don't think I could take Alfonso," he cried out between fits of laughter. I went back to his vulnerable right foot. "Oh BABY, NO! Not my feet again!" he screamed as I locked his ankle under my arm and scratched the tender sole. Then I began nibbling his foot and raking my teeth across his instep and flicking my tongue between his toes as he thrashed and laughed like a man possessed.

After a few minutes of extreme tickle torture, I backed off to let him catch his breath. "I think it is time to rap it up," he said, once he calmed himself I looked back and there, over my right shoulder, was a clock I hadn't noticed before.

"Okay, time to get you off then." I lubed up his cock and stroked it. Then I slid two fingers up his muscle butt and began massaging his prostate as I continued to milk his cock. In a minute he was wriggling around on my hand as I brought him to the edge of orgasm.

"I'm gonna shoot!" he said as he sprayed his hard stomach with ropes of milky spooge. "My turn now," I said as I wiped my hands with a towel.

I began stroking myself with my left hand as I let my right hand spider walk across the sole of his hypersensitive foot. He rewarded me with a continuous stream of giggles as I continued to beat my cock. I relished the delicious sounds of his laughter as I took myself over the edge and added my own cum to the pool on his belly. I wiped up the mess and released him. "Give me a hug," he said. Ever the professional, he looked a bit tired, but happy.

We talked for a few minutes about bondage and leather play as I got dressed and gathered my things. This was a birthday treat that lived up to my expectations. I pushed him pretty far, for a man who doesn't have a fetish for tickle torture.

I hoped that he enjoyed it too, because then I might be able to do this again some day. Who knows, he might even want to find out what his own limits are.