Tickled Until She Squirts

The moment Lena stepped into the dimly lit massage studio, her pulse spiked. The bartender from the corner pub had followed her here after last call, his dark eyes promising something far beyond a shoulder rub. “You said you give the best happy endings, right?” she teased, already peeling off her jacket, her nipples tightening under the thin tank top. The air smelled of warm oil and faint incense, the private room hushed except for the low thrum of her own breathing.

Mark locked the door with a soft click, his white therapist shirt stretched across broad shoulders. “Only for guests who can handle it, Lena. You sure you want the full treatment?” His voice dropped, rough with want. He’d watched her laugh behind the bar for months, hips swaying as she mixed drinks, and tonight he was finally going to make her squirm.

She kicked off her shoes, climbed onto the padded table face-down, and let the sheet slip low enough to bare the curve of her ass in tiny black panties. “I can handle anything you dish out, bartender. Just don’t go easy on me.”

Mark poured warm oil over his palms, the slick sound making her thighs clench. He started at her calves, thumbs pressing deep, but his fingers soon danced lightly along the backs of her knees. Lena twitched, a surprised giggle escaping.

“Ticklish?” he asked, voice low and amused.

“A little… fuck, don’t stop.” Her breath hitched as his fingertips feathered higher, tracing the sensitive skin just below her ass. Heat pooled between her legs instantly. She felt her pussy grow wet, clit already throbbing against the sheet.

Mark grinned, pouring more oil. “Good. Because this session is all about tickling you until you can’t think straight.” His nails skimmed the insides of her thighs in rapid, feather-light strokes. Lena bucked, laughter bubbling out mixed with a needy moan.

“Oh shit… Mark!” She gripped the edges of the table, hips rolling despite herself. The tickling sent electric jolts straight to her core, making her slick folds swell and ache. He slid her panties down slowly, exposing her glistening pussy and tight little asshole. “Look at you dripping already. Such a horny slut for this.”

His fingers returned, dancing mercilessly over her ass cheeks, then dipping between them to tickle the soft skin around her anus. Lena squealed, legs kicking, but she pushed her hips up, begging without words. The laughter turned into desperate gasps as he circled her clit with one slick finger while the other hand kept up the torturous tickling along her ribs and under her arms after he flipped her onto her back.

“Tickle my pussy… please,” she panted, eyes glassy, tits heaving. Mark obliged, using both hands to flutter rapidly over her swollen clit and outer lips while his thumbs kept teasing her nipples. The sensations crashed together—relentless tickling mixed with perfect pressure—until her whole body shook.

Lena came hard the first time, a gush of clear fluid squirting onto his wrist as she laughed and cried out together. “Fuck yes! Don’t stop tickling me!”

He didn’t. Instead he climbed onto the table, cock freed from his pants—thick, veined, and rock hard. While his fingers kept fluttering over her sides and belly, he pushed inside her soaked pussy in one smooth thrust. The stretch made her walls flutter wildly around him.

“God, you’re tight… and so fucking wet from being tickled,” he groaned, hips snapping forward. Each deep stroke was punctuated by fresh bursts of tickling—fingers racing over her ribs, under her breasts, along the crease where thigh met groin. Lena’s laughter dissolved into raw moans, her hands clutching his shoulders as another orgasm built fast.

He pulled out, flipped her onto all fours, and drove back in from behind, pounding her pussy with wet, filthy slaps. One hand reached around to tickle her clit in rapid circles while the other spanked and scratched lightly at her juicy ass. The dual sensations wrecked her. She came again, pussy clenching so hard she nearly pushed him out, a hot rush of squirt soaking his balls and the sheet.

“Fill me up, Mark… tickle me while you cum inside,” she begged between broken giggles and gasps.

He growled, fingers never slowing their wicked dance across her skin. His cock swelled, pulsing as he buried deep and unloaded, thick ropes of cum flooding her spasming pussy. The final tickle attack on her clit sent her over one last time, milking every drop from him while she laughed, moaned, and trembled beneath him.

They collapsed together, sweaty and breathless, his softening cock still nestled inside her dripping hole. Lena turned her head, smiling lazily. “Best massage I’ve ever had. Next time I’m tying you down and seeing how long you last under my fingers.”

Mark kissed the back of her neck, still tracing lazy, tickling circles on her hip. “Deal. But only after last call.”