Ticklish Girl
Bloody but unbowed
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Tiffany
Tiffany squealed as she felt Chen’s fingers slide into her. She knew that she should feel shocked, violated, but it felt so good that she couldn’t even muster a token protest. Then his fingers began to move slowly in and out of her pussy, fucking her with a steady rhythm. After a few strokes she forgot about the shame she should be feeling. Her eyes closed and she moaned, floating on waves of desire. Chen let out a low murmur of contentment that was somewhat muffled by her nipple in his mouth. His voice vibrated against the stiff nub in a most pleasant way and she sighed under the dual assault of his mouth and fingers.
He raised his head from her nipple and grinned at her. Her eyes half-opened and she stared helplessly into his eyes. “So wet,” he said. “Such a naughty little girl, to be so wet and randy for her master.” Tiffany could only moan in response, and he chuckled.
He took his hand from between her legs and offered it to her lips. His fingers were slick with her juices, and she could smell her scent on them. “The essence of womanhood,” he whispered. “Taste your nectar, my lotus.”
Her nose wrinkled and she jerked her head away. How dare he? How could he expect her lick … that? She had played many kinds of bedroom games in the months since her eighteenth birthday, but no one had ever asked her to do such a thing. Did he think she was an animal?
He chuckled again. “You know nothing of what it means to be a woman,” he said. “But you will learn.” He smeared the wetness across her lips. She flinched and tried to pull away from him, but there was no escape.
A bead of moisture clung to her bottom lip and she could feel it getting ready to slide down her chin. Instinctively her tongue darted out and scooped it up, before her brain could tell her not to do it. Her mouth filled with a strange new flavor that seemed to be partly spicy and partly salty. She stiffened…then relaxed.
It didn’t taste bad or dirty at all! In fact, it tasted very nice indeed. Nice enough to make her want more.
Chen laughed as her tongue popped out and swiped over her lips repeatedly, gathering up every last bit of the juices he had placed there. When she was done he once again offered his fingers to her lips and this time she did not hesitate.
Her tongue flicked over his index finger, but after a moment or two he shoved the entire finger into her mouth. “Suck,” he commanded. She obeyed and did not protest even when he added two more fingers a few moments later. Soon she was sucking them busily as he thrust them rhythmically into and out of her mouth. She couldn’t help but be reminded of the blowjobs she had given, and the image fired up her lust almost to the breaking point. Whimpers and moans bubbled out of her as she continued to suck his fingers clean.
Just when she felt that she would go mad from unconsummated desire, Chen pulled his hand from her mouth. “You are a fast study,” he said. “Time for a new lesson, my lotus.”
Tiffany squealed as she felt Chen’s fingers slide into her. She knew that she should feel shocked, violated, but it felt so good that she couldn’t even muster a token protest. Then his fingers began to move slowly in and out of her pussy, fucking her with a steady rhythm. After a few strokes she forgot about the shame she should be feeling. Her eyes closed and she moaned, floating on waves of desire. Chen let out a low murmur of contentment that was somewhat muffled by her nipple in his mouth. His voice vibrated against the stiff nub in a most pleasant way and she sighed under the dual assault of his mouth and fingers.
He raised his head from her nipple and grinned at her. Her eyes half-opened and she stared helplessly into his eyes. “So wet,” he said. “Such a naughty little girl, to be so wet and randy for her master.” Tiffany could only moan in response, and he chuckled.
He took his hand from between her legs and offered it to her lips. His fingers were slick with her juices, and she could smell her scent on them. “The essence of womanhood,” he whispered. “Taste your nectar, my lotus.”
Her nose wrinkled and she jerked her head away. How dare he? How could he expect her lick … that? She had played many kinds of bedroom games in the months since her eighteenth birthday, but no one had ever asked her to do such a thing. Did he think she was an animal?
He chuckled again. “You know nothing of what it means to be a woman,” he said. “But you will learn.” He smeared the wetness across her lips. She flinched and tried to pull away from him, but there was no escape.
A bead of moisture clung to her bottom lip and she could feel it getting ready to slide down her chin. Instinctively her tongue darted out and scooped it up, before her brain could tell her not to do it. Her mouth filled with a strange new flavor that seemed to be partly spicy and partly salty. She stiffened…then relaxed.
It didn’t taste bad or dirty at all! In fact, it tasted very nice indeed. Nice enough to make her want more.
Chen laughed as her tongue popped out and swiped over her lips repeatedly, gathering up every last bit of the juices he had placed there. When she was done he once again offered his fingers to her lips and this time she did not hesitate.
Her tongue flicked over his index finger, but after a moment or two he shoved the entire finger into her mouth. “Suck,” he commanded. She obeyed and did not protest even when he added two more fingers a few moments later. Soon she was sucking them busily as he thrust them rhythmically into and out of her mouth. She couldn’t help but be reminded of the blowjobs she had given, and the image fired up her lust almost to the breaking point. Whimpers and moans bubbled out of her as she continued to suck his fingers clean.
Just when she felt that she would go mad from unconsummated desire, Chen pulled his hand from her mouth. “You are a fast study,” he said. “Time for a new lesson, my lotus.”
