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.”

我咽了口口水，心跳如擂鼓。“操……来吧，做吧。但你之后得让我摸你。”

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.

“天啊，你已经这么硬了，”她低声说道，指甲轻轻划过我的肋骨。我猛地一颤，忍不住发出一声短促的笑。

“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.”

她开始得很慢，指尖在我腋下轻轻颤动，然后沿着我的身侧用羽毛般的轻触滑下。我在她身下猛地一挺，无助的咯咯笑声与呻吟混在一起，我的阴茎在她大腿上抽动。每一次扭动都让我的肉棒更紧地压在她温暖的皮肤上。她的阴户已经湿滑；我能感觉到那湿热在我腿上涂抹开来。

“告诉我是什么感觉，”她低声说，俯下身，气息若有若无地拂过我的脖子，手指向下游走，在我的髋部打着圈。

“感觉……操，太疯狂了。像是喘不上气，可又不想让你停。你的小穴在我身上湿成那样——啊！”她在我腹股沟上方用指甲轻轻划了几下，又一阵酥麻袭来。我的腹肌绷紧，笑声爆发出来，前液已经漏到了肚子上。

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.”

我实在忍不住——那无休无止的挑逗抚摸让我笑个不停，腹肌一阵阵抽动，插在她体内的鸡巴也悸动得更厉害。她俯下身，依然深深地骑着我，在我耳垂下方轻轻吹了一个噗噗声，同时她的指甲再次袭向我的腋下。

突如其来的强烈快感让我崩溃。“莎拉——操——我要射了！”我大喊，臀部向上猛顶，第一股强劲的精液灌满了她的小穴。她叫出声来，自己的高潮也席卷而来。她的内壁紧紧、有节奏地收缩着吮吸我，同时在我们双双高潮时还继续挑逗，把快感拉长，直到我变成一滩颤抖、笑着、还在射精的烂泥。

她终于慢下来，瘫倒在我胸口，我们俩都汗流浃背，喘着粗气。我软下来的肉棒从她湿滑的小穴里滑出，发出湿润的声音，一股浓稠的混合精液滴落在皮革上。

“解开我。”我低声说，还没完全喘过气，脸上挂着慵懒的笑。“轮到我绑住你，好好看看你那颗漂亮的小阴蒂到底有多怕痒了。”

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

“Oh, I promise.”