After-Hours Tickles

The empty office smelled like stale coffee and printer ink, but all I could focus on was Sarah’s wicked little smile as she locked the glass door behind us. We’d stayed late on purpose, pretending to finish reports, but the heat in her eyes had been building all day. My cock was already half-hard just thinking about the new game she’d whispered about over lunch—tickling me until I begged, then riding me senseless.

“You sure you’re ready for this, Mark?” she teased, kicking off her heels. Her blouse hugged her full tits, nipples already poking against the fabric. “I’ve been dying to tie you down and make you squirm.”

I swallowed, pulse hammering. “Yeah… fuck, do it. But you better let me touch you after.”

She grinned and pushed me toward the big leather couch in the corner conference area. In seconds she had my wrists bound loosely with her silk scarf to the armrest, my shirt unbuttoned, pants shoved to my ankles. My dick sprang free, thick and throbbing, the head already glistening. Sarah straddled my thighs, her skirt riding up to show smooth, bare pussy lips—she’d ditched her panties hours ago.

“God, you’re so hard already,” she murmured, dragging her nails lightly down my ribs. I jerked, a sharp laugh escaping before I could stop it.

“Wait—Sarah—shit, that tickles!”

“That’s the point, baby.” Her voice dropped, husky. “I want to hear you laugh and moan at the same time.”

She started slow, fingertips fluttering over my underarms, then down my sides in feather-light strokes. I bucked beneath her, helpless giggles mixing with groans as my cock twitched against her thigh. Every squirm pressed my shaft harder against her warm skin. Her pussy was already slick; I could feel the wet heat smearing across my leg.

“Tell me how it feels,” she whispered, leaning down so her breath ghosted my neck while her fingers danced lower, circling my hips.

“It feels… fuck, insane. Like I can’t breathe but I don’t want you to stop. Your pussy’s so wet on me—ahh!” A fresh wave hit when she scribbled her nails just above my groin. My abs clenched, laughter exploding out of me as pre-cum leaked onto my stomach.

Sarah’s eyes darkened with lust. She shifted, hovering her dripping slit right over my aching cock but not letting me inside yet. Instead she dragged her fingertips along the sensitive crease where my thighs met my body. I thrashed, laughing so hard tears pricked my eyes, my bound hands yanking at the scarf.

“Sarah—please—oh god, I’m losing it!”

“Mmm, good boy. Beg a little more.” She finally sank down, taking every inch of my dick in one smooth glide. Her tight pussy clenched around me, hot and silky. We both moaned. She started riding slowly, her fingers never stopping—teasing my nipples, tracing my ribs, flicking the spot just under my balls that made me howl with ticklish pleasure.

The mix was overwhelming. Every laugh made her walls flutter tighter around my cock. I could hear how wet she was, the filthy wet sounds of her pussy sliding up and down my shaft filling the quiet office. Her tits bounced inside her open blouse as she picked up speed.

“Harder,” I gasped between chuckles. “Tickle me while you fuck me—don’t stop.”

She laughed breathlessly and dug her fingers into my sides with more pressure, scribbling wildly. I arched clean off the couch, laughter turning into raw groans as the sensation shot straight to my balls. Her clit ground against my pubic bone on every downstroke, her juices coating my sack.

“Mark… you feel so thick inside me,” she panted, voice breaking. “Your cock’s pulsing every time I tickle you. I’m gonna come if you keep laughing like that.”

I couldn’t help it—the relentless teasing strokes kept the giggles pouring out, making my abs ripple and my dick throb harder inside her. She leaned forward, still riding me deep, and blew a soft raspberry just below my ear while her nails attacked my underarms again.

The sudden blast of sensation broke me. “Sarah—fuck—I’m coming!” I shouted, hips jerking up as the first powerful spurt flooded her pussy. She cried out, her own orgasm crashing over her. Her walls milked me in tight, rhythmic squeezes while she kept tickling through both our climaxes, drawing it out until I was a trembling, laughing, cum-pumping mess.

She finally slowed, collapsing onto my chest, both of us sweaty and breathing hard. My softening cock slipped from her creamy pussy with a wet sound, a thick trail of our mixed cum dripping onto the leather.

“Untie me,” I whispered, still catching my breath, a lazy grin on my face. “My turn to tie you down and find out exactly how ticklish that pretty clit is.”

Sarah shivered with fresh excitement, already reaching for the scarf. “Promise you’ll make me scream?”

“Oh, I promise.”