Anastasia, Anna for short, was surprised that the guy was black. Not that it mattered, she wasn't gonna fuck him, just get tickled by him. She just assumed when she made the appointment - that was funny too, like she was seeing a doctor - that the person would be white.
Anyway, her friend Abby told her about this tickle fetish and how much she got turned on by it. Anna didn't believe it, until she watched a couple of videos. Some girls even got off just having their feet tickled. Anna was nineteen and in college. Her parents worked a lot, so no one would be home for hours.
First the guy had her lay face down. Then, after she was tied, he started lightly tickling her feet. She jumped and bounced on her bed.
"What's wrong? You said you didn't think you were ticklish." the guy said.
Anna laughed when he tickled her foot again. "I guess I am," she said and laughed again when he brought out a feather and used the hard point to "write" on her foot.
Her ankles were already sore from trying to pull away.
Then he moved up her legs. Holy shit the backs of her knees were super ticklish. What really got her was when he used the feather between her toes, while using the other hand to tickle her knees. His hands were huge. She wondered how big his cock was. She was assuming pretty big.
"Do you like the feel of something in your butt crack?" he asked. Before Anna could respond to the weird question, she felt the feather running in that exact spot.
Anna bounced on her bed laughing like a mad person. Who knew her ass was so ticklish? Certainly not her. She was already wet and although she was on her stomach, she knew her nipples were hard. If for some reason this didn't get her off, she'd use her vibrator and give herself an orgasm or five after the guy left.
Suddenly, she felt his fingers tickling her butt, ass and pussy. Just around it, on the outer lips. She wished he'd shove a finger inside her already.
Then he stopped. "Well, that's it for that side, time to flip over," he said with a light smack on her ass.
Anna yelped in surprise. Before she knew it, she was face up on her bed. He didn't waste any time and went right for her armpits. She howled in laughter and thrashed about. Then his fingers moved down to her stomach and ribs. At one point he made a fist and used his knuckles to tickle her ribs. When he straddled her Anna thought he was going to pull out his cock and fuck her, but he used both knuckles and tickled both sides of her ribs. She screamed like mad.
"Is this everything you'd thought it be Anna?" the man asked.
Anna, still laughing could only nod yes.
"Nice breasts. Are they ticklish?" he asked. Not really wanting an answer, because he brought out the feather and went to town all around her medium sized breasts. By the time her reach her nipples they were as solid as soldiers.
He played with, pinched and tickled her nipples, much to her delight.
Then he leaned down and whispered in her ear. "Would you like me to suck on your nipples, Anna?"
This time she managed to say something. "Yes," Anna said gruffly.
The man bent down and took Anna's nipple in his mouth. He sucked on it. Ran his tongue on it. In fact, he ran his tongue all over her breast, like it was covered in chocolate or something and he was trying to clean it all off. It felt amazing. Then he blew on them. Sometimes with cold breath, other times with hot breath. No one had ever done that to her before.
Suddenly she felt him lightly biting one nipple while he used his fingers to pinch the other one. Anna was moaning and breathing heavy. If he touched her now, she'd explode in orgasm in seconds.
She felt his hand reaching down towards her womanhood.
She was bucking up trying to reach his fingers.
"Ha! Not so fast," he said and started tickling her inner thigh.
