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See, I can still write a decent story every once in a while. Just a small side project of sorts to try out a few new things with my writing. Also felt like writing a good tickling / fetish story, so this is the product of those desires.
An interesting note of sorts; I drew most of the inspiration for this story from the true happenings between me and my fiance. And they're usually just as sexual, if not more-so; haha.
Can't say too much other than I hope you enjoy.
:redstar: :feather:
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File I - Ch. I
The Bet
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“Me and my big mouth; I swear... I really ought to think these things through sometimes.”
I'm a firm believer in luck as it were. You know those days where there's one major event that happens in your life; something you can plot out from start to finish. An event that you need to win? I had one of those days yesterday; the kind of day when everything seems to fall into place, and nothing could go wrong. But in the blink of an eye, it all turns into a crapshoot.
Those are the days I loathe with a passion.
It would seem Lady Luck was taking a trip to the spa yesterday, because somehow, my glorious plan went up in a tuft of smoke.
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It started off a nomal day like most. Rosaly had a few days off from work, as did I; we didn't have any plans to go out, so we sat around inside. Turns out that was the best decision; the forecast was calling for rain all weekend, so that put a damper on any of our outdoor plans, so-to-speak. I was stretched out on the couch playing on my acoustic while she was setting up her Super Nintendo. “What are you going to play, babe?” I asked, plucking a few of the strings on the guitar as I watched her diligintly work. She was dressed in a tight tanktop, a pair of my boxers, and one of her many brightly colored pairs of socks.
Whenever she was in a lazy mood, this was usually what she'd wear; not that I was complaining though.
“I dunno. Have to look through all your games.” she replied, crouching down to plug in the AV cables.
I set the guitar down as she finished up. “Ricky, go pick out something for me.” she asked. I let out a sigh and shifted on the couch, “But babe... I'm so comfy...” She gave me a look and pouted.
I hate when they do the pout; one of the better weapons of the fairer sex, if I ever saw one.
“Fiinee.” I sighed, getting up and strolling to the bookcase. “Let's see...” I muttered, looking over the large collection of titles.
“Starfox?”
“Nah, played it yesterday.”
“Hmm... Final Fight?”
“Nope.”
“... Megaman 7?”
She paused, thinking for a minute. “Pass.”
I rattled off a few other titles; all with the same response from her.
I stopped and looked at her; “Good lord, can you make up your mind?” I added, putting a hand on my hip. “Oh fine, just pick something.” she replied, stretching her legs out. I turned back to the collection and quickly scanned again; my eyes fell across the Super Gameboy cartridge. Picking it up, I looked at what it had inside.
Oh yes... Definitely.
Inside the hub was my old copy of Castlevania: The Adventure, a game I personally hadn't played in years. Oddly enough, it was one of the first games I got when I was a kid; it also gave me a new outlook on what it means to be “Frustrated”. As I came back to the game system, I put the cartridge in and brought it to life. “What's this?” she asked, watching the screen load up. “You'll see.” I said with a grin as I flopped back onto the couch.
The familiar title screen came up, causing Rosaly to let out a sigh. “Wow, really?” she laughed, turning to face me. “Hey, you said to pick something; so I did!” I replied, laughing back. “Fine, whatever.” she spoke, rolling her eyes.
“I have an idea on how to make this interesting; want to hear it?” I asked. She pushed the start button and the game came to life. There stood her tiny protagonist, Christopher Belmont; looking very 8 bit, I might add. She paused the game and looked at me; “Oh? What might that be?”
Inwardly, I was grinning ear to ear; outwardly, I remained cool and composed. “Want to make a little bet? If you can make it through this game without losing all your lives, you can have one wish. If you lose though, you have to grant me one wish. Sound fair?”
As the last words left my mouth, I could tell she was considering it. Rosaly's one bane in life; that girl couldn't resist the opportunity to make a bet, no matter on what it was. She had been that way since she was a little girl, or so she told me. Usually when we wanted to get back at each other, or were stuck inside on the weekends, we'd come up with a bet to pass the time.
Some of the time, the bets were tame; most of the time though, the loser would have to suffer a week's worth of punishment from the winner.
The last time we made a bet, she decided I would have to take a week of her teasing me with her pretty peds; everywhere we went, she made it a point to either distract me with them, or rub them against me in some fashion. I couldn't touch 'em, and I damn sure couldn't tickle them either.
Now this wouldn't have been so bad if I didn't have such a strong foot fetish. Needless to say, that was one of the longest weeks of my life; no pun intended.
I fully intended to get her back for that week, the best way I knew how.
After another moment, she nodded her head. “Sure. I guess you must have enjoyed your punishment from the last bet you lost, huh Ricky?” she replied with a coy smile. I grimaced at her, “Yeah, like you have a chance this time, Rosey.” I added. She scoffed and extended her hand out to shake my own.
Before I grabbed it, I added one last thing; “Oh, before we shake... I wanted to let you know that while you're playing, you'll have to sit through any and all distractions I make for you... Deal?”
Rosaly quickly shook my hand, waving off my words of warning. “Fine, whatever. Let's just get this started.” she replied, picking up the controller. She sat down a foot or two in front of the couch with her legs crossed as she started moving along through the stage.
For the first minute or so, I watched her whip enemies and pick up their various treasures.
By the time she was halfway through the first stage, I slid off the couch behind her, ready to begin my “distracting”. She either didn't notice, or didn't care; I'd probably venture to say it was moreso the former than the latter.
I slowly began pulling up her shirt, ending up with it curled under her breasts. She continued playing, although I noticed she took a few hits from one of the small dodo-like creatures. Her small hero made it to the next room as she descended up the pillars. My fingers slowly began to tickle her sides; just enough of a distraction to get her giggling softly. The sudden stimulation caused her to miss her jump, hitting another creature and taking more damage.
“Heehee... I should hahave known you'd pull something like thihis!” she spoke out as my fingers skitted up and down her sides. Rosaly started wriggling around as she climbed into the game's first secret room. “Not bad.” I muttered, watching as she picked up the items, still giggling slightly.
I watched on as she eventually made it to the boss; avoiding certain doom as she giggled and squirmed her way across the platforms.
The knight armor lashed out with it's spear; hitting her sprite as she was flung backwards. “Oh come on!” she cried out, jumping around to avoid it. I quickened my attack on her sides as she nearly dropped the controller on the ground. My hands skitted up and down her sides as she began mashing buttons in a frenzied craze. Somehow, she kept focused enough and soon vanquished her foe. I ceased the tickling for now as she shuddered and gulped down air.
“Thanks; I almost lost there because of you!” she cried out, turning her head towards me.
Lost because of me?
… Right.
How tragic that would have been... well... tragic for her, at least.
The 8 bit score changed; as she found herself in the dank recesses of a cave. Bats were perched on the ceiling as she slowly made her way towards the right of the screen. “Hit pause.” I ordered, as she begrudgingly oblidged.
I decided to rid her of her pesky tank-top, much to her chagrin. “Wow Ricky... really?” she grumbled as she watched me set it neatly onto the couch. “Really; now, arms up, like this.” I replied, lifting her arms up into a sort of “T” position. She firmly gripped the controller as I held her arms up. “Alright... now just kind of...” I started, before my eyes drifted slowly towards her bare chest.
Rosaly had a very nice set of C's; they were practically D's, but who's nitpicking here? My mind was ablaze just thinking about all the things I'd do to--
“Uh.. Ricardo... You still with me?” she asked, giving me a coy look. I shook my head and focused again; “Uh... right. Where was I?” Rosaly set the controller down as she turned around to face me. Her fingers lightly trailed my prickly stubble as she delicately scratched under my chin. She narrowed her eyes in a very sultry way as she gently wriggled back and forth; “You know baby... we can forget about this bet. I promise I won't be... too hard on you for losing...” she cooed, trying to play off my emotions. I could feel the shivers surging down my spine as her words sank in. Rosaly took one hand and pushed me down to the floor, while the other slowly rubbed up and down my growing member.
That girl sure knows how to play me; I'll admit that. I've always been easy to “persuade” with a little sultry-talking.
I could hear the zipper starting to come down on my jeans. Her hand slowly reached inside and freed my growing cock from behind it's enclosure. I shuddered as she slowly ran her nails along the backside, all the way to the tip; and then slowly repeating the process as she leaned in closer to my ear. “Just give up... and I'll let you play with the girls... how about that?” she cooed, as she pressed her chest into my own.
“Tempting... ooohh... the things I'd do to you... and them too right now...” I thought, feeling myself growing larger and larger.
She must have noticed me giving it serious thought, as she decided to up the ante.
“Ooohh... Ricky... I'll even let you play with my feet before I start your punishment.. however you want to.”
My eyes perked up, as well as something else; I could almost feel the grin coming off of her as she continued; “I just got my toes done yesterday too. Bright cyan blue... Your favorite color, isn't that right?”
Exactly the words I loved to hear... just... not right now.
She was waiting for my response, as she took my throbbing cock between her index and middle fingers, gently pulling up... and down...
No. I wasn't going to have this. I had everything so masterfully planned out; I wasn't about to sacrifice it all for a moment in paradise.
I slowly took hold of her wrist as I pulled her in for a passionate kiss. We must have spent a good minute or two wrapping tongues around each other before we finally pulled away. “Sorry Rosaly... not this time.” I said, wagging a finger towards her. “Suit yourself...” she spoke, blowing me a kiss before slowly getting off. I stuffed my throbbing member back into my pants before zipping them up once more. She grabbed the controller as I pulled her arms back up.
“Now... be a good girl and play your game.” I ordered, before giving her sides another quick tickling. “Heehee! Whatever you say, baby.” she responded with a smile before starting her game again.
While she maneuvered around through the cave, I quickly went to work getting a slight measure of revenge. My took my index fingers and teasingly brushed against the very smooth hollows of her underarms. Her reaction was almost immediate; I could feel her wanting to clamp her arms down. I nonchalantly increased the speed of my teasing, as she was visibly shaking now from trying to hold her laughter in.
It wasn't very long after that I heard the satisfying sound of her little hero dying. Not even a quarter of the way through the stage, either.
“Oooh... tsk tsk tsk... Only two more lives to go, Rosey..” I cooed into her ear as she leaned back against me. My other fingers were getting restless, so I decided to give her a break, instead focusing the point of assault on the sensitive areas below her underarms.
Whatever little dam she had been making for herself up to this point had been thoroughly destroyed. She immediately began to laugh as she frantically jumped around the screen. “RIIHICKIYY!!” she cried out, trying her best to avoid the giant rolling eyeballs. My tongue found it's way to her ear as I teasingly licked her lobe, still tickling her silly. I decided to tickle from her underarms down to the top of her ribs while I nibbled on her lobe.
Back.. and forth..
Back.. and forth..
This was the speed at which my ten fingers slowly raked across her ticklish flesh. Rosaly had been reduced to a perpetual state of giggling and squirming. I made sure it wasn't enough to make her thrash around. Not only was it extremely gratifying to watch, but It was just another way I wanted to break her down. I wanted to make it so that she was fighting a battle both physically, and mentally.
“Rosaly....” I cooed, breathing onto the nape of her neck. She said nothing as she made it to the boss's room. Fortuantely for me, this was a long boss battle; not because it was hard, but because the enemy took a while to finally appear.
Plenty of time to give her something to think about.
I continued both the tickling and whispering; she tried her best to focus on the battle at hand.
“You know... I won't think any less of you if you decide to give up...” I continued, scratching ever-so-teasingly at her underarms. “I know all of this must be getting to you by now, babe... I know it's getting to me...” I added, as I pressed my cock into her back.
I heard an extremely slight gasp escape from her lips, as she slowly turned to face me. I leaned in close to her, “Just think... You could toss that controller to the side, and I'd take you right here... doggy style... just the way you like..”
I could see it in her eyes; she was asking herself the same question I was earlier.
She quickly turned back around in time to see her character take a few hits. “No. No way.” she muttered softly, as I watched her arms begin to shake. She was fighting her wants so badly right now. In almost no time at all, she disposed of the boss, adding another level to her completion list. I brought her arms down and pulled her against me for the start of the third level. “Feel better?” I asked, massaging her arms some. “Mmm... a little bit.” she sighed, smiling happily at my massaging.
“Enjoy it while you can...” I thought, grinning inwardly to myself.
The third level of this game, it was a real bastard of a level. Spike traps that chased after you, frustratingly long jumps to make; it was the stuff that made kids snap controllers.
The perfect level to really start her torture.
As she began making her way towards the right of the screen, she realized the level's gimmick. I watched as her hapless hero destoryed the machine spirals before strutting onwards. As she reached the room where her very long ascent began, I slowly moved my hands down towards her boxers. Rosaly remained silent, gluing her attention towards the screen as the floor started to chase after her. My index and middle fingers began to teasingly scratch just above her womanhood. I knew she was extremely ticklish on the inner part of her thighs, but I decided she had enough tickling... for now at least.
Up and up she climbed. Killing the small worm-like creatures that stood in her path. I devilishly decided to up the ante by spreading her lips and gently scratching against her clitoris.
This finally got her to break her silence as she tried to muffle a groan. “What's the matter Rosey? Losing your focus?” I teased into her ear, as she narrowly missed falling from the platform she was standing upon. I could feel her shuddering on top of me; I had to fight the urge to go at her, right here and now.
Focus... She can't keep this up for much longer. I just hope she cracks before I do though.
She was almost at the halfway point when I heard her growl. “Oh goddamnit!” she cried, as I watched her eat a face-full of spikes. “Ooh... tough break there, baby.” I chuckled, as she pouted and sighed. Once again, she started her ascent, as I continued to tease her by gently scratching her clitoris, and running my fingers along the outside of her delicate lips. When she had finally reached the second half of the stage, she was getting pretty slick downstairs. I looked over her shoulder to see her slowly wriggling her toes back and forth; she always did that when she was horny.
A good sign for sure... too bad she's still wearing those socks...
I was dying to get a look at those blue toes of hers; she did a good job of keeping me away from them the day before. Today however, was a new day. I was going to spend a good, long while getting to look all I wanted when I won our little bet.
As she began to treck to the left, I surprised her by running my index finger down her slit. A subtle moan escaped her lips as she bit her lip. I kept this up for a while, watching as she quickly ran and jumped away from the spiked wall chasing after her. I leaned in close to her ear and whispered, “I bet you want me to slide these fingers inside of you... don't you?”
She remained focused, but gave me a solemn, albeit slow, nod of agreement.
I decided to reward her; my index and middle fingers slid inside of her womanhood as she let out another gasp, followed by a happy moan. I was all-too-happy to continue this as I questioned her some more; “I bet you'd really like for me to slide this cock into you, huh?” I added, gently biting her earlobe. She finally reached the boss's room, as she stiffled another moan, nodding her head quickly in agreement.
To be quite truthful, I don't remember if she lost a life or not on the third boss. I was too pre-occupied in wriggling my fingers inside of her to recall much of that fight. By the time I realized it was over, the fourth stage had started. Rosaly quickly hit the pause button and got up to run to the kitchen. I heard her digging around in the cupboard, hearing the clink of a glass cup. She filled it up with water and quickly downed it. Taking long, deep breaths.
I remained where I was and crossed my arms, smiling to myself as she slowly sauntered back into the living room. She eyed me with contempt as she crossed her arms; “I've got one stage left. When I get through it, you're going to wish you had taken me up on my offer earlier.”
I scoffed at her threat and waved her off. “Yeah, right. Like you have a chance against Dracula; not that you're going to even get that far, that is.” She opened her mouth to say something but stopped; after a few moments, she gave me a smirk instead. I watched as she layed out on the floor, gently kicking her legs back and forth as she started the final stage. Nothing more was said as I watched her focus on the game. Of course... I wasn't focusing much, not with her feet literally so close to my face.
I don't know how she knew, or even if she knew I was watching them. She stopped her kicking and rested both of them gently onto my crotch, specifically against my still-hard manhood.
There were a couple of things I could have done; but I used this opportunity to gently tickle up and down her socked soles. Her reaction was almost instantaneous, as she struggled to keep her feet still for me. “Poor Rosaly... it must be tough having such ticklish little feet... huh?” Beautiful laughter was her only response as she took several hits from a few of the odd-shaped dragon statues. On the next screen, I watched the punishment continue, as she mashed buttons, trying to ignore the sensations coming from her feet. I sped up the tickling, causing her to jump right into a dragon statue; resulting in another spectacular death.
Unfortunately, she had earned enough points to get another life before, so it was really just a mulligan. She still had one life left; much to my grumbling.
I pulled my hands away and watched her progression. Rosaly lifted her feet and obscured my view, so I pushed them back down, unintentionally onto my manhood. The toes on her left foot started to gently wriggle against my cock, as I almost let out a moan of my own. I picked her feet up, and she merely brought them back up enough to obscure my view of the television.
Inwardly, I sighed to myself; I knew what she was doing, and it was starting to get to me.
I watched as she pulled her arms closer together, concentrating on the game. Much to my dismay, she started to slowly flex her toes back and forth. With her right foot, she teasingly ran her toes around the band of her left sock. I couldn't help but watch; I was too horny not to. Ever-so-slowly, the sock started to come off. She stopped as it passed her heel; she did the same thing to the other sock as she went back to flexing her toes. I reached out and grabbed her ankles, bringing her feet back down onto my lap once again. I looked up at the screen; she seemed to be taking each room rather carefully, thusly, going very slowly. I was extremely grateful for this.
As soon as her feet touched my lap, she began to wriggle all ten toes against my cock. I let her do this for about a minute; as I lay my head against the couch. I looked up to see she hadn't made much progress from when I last checked... so to speed things up, I decided to tickle her soft heels. She started giggling as she flexed and splayed her toes in an attempt to ignore the ticklish sensations. This only willed me on to tickle faster. Her laughter renewed as she cried out my name, “Rihihickyyy!!! Not the HEHEEHEEELSS!! HAHAHAAHAA!!”
Not the heels? You're lucky I have this much restraint right now, Rosey.
Her pleas fell onto deaf ears as I slowly ceased my tickle attack. I picked both feet back up and brought them closer to my mouth. I leaned down and took one sock between my teeth, gently beginning to tug it off.
I could smell the slight aroma of her sweet soap as she tried to gently pull her foot free. It only worked in turning me on even more than I already was.
Her creamy arch showed itself... followed by her instep... then slowly the balls of her feet were revealed too. I stopped, letting the sock dangle beneath her toes as she set it back onto my lap. She gingerly lifted her other foot as I repeated the process. I was completely mesmerized... and extremely turned on. With a flick of her ankles, she sent both socks flying away; finally revealing the sexy toes I had been dying to see.
“Why don't you take a better look?” she spoke out, as she continued on. “I know you want to...”
I couldn't have agreed more.
Rosaly began slowly kicking her legs back and forth, pausing to flex her toes and show off that cyan blue polish I loved so much. I looked towards the rest of her body, and noticed she was gently shaking her small bottom around, adding to the effect. Before I knew it, she was tugging once again at my cock; this time, actually grabbing hold of it with her toes and pulling it back and forth. She let out a giggle as I groaned. I had suffered enough; I undid the button on my jeans as I tugged them down, pulling out my cock as she gently ran her toes along the backside of it.
“Oooh... Baby... Is this all for me?” she asked, still teasing me.
Another moan escaped from within as I hungrily licked my lips. I gave her arches a quick tickle as she laughed and cupped my manhood between them.
Rosaly then slowly began moving her feet up... and down...
God her feet feel so good...
As she worked my cock between her arches, I noticed she had reached the pentiultimate boss.
“Oh fuck!” I thought, suddenly remembering the bet. She paused the game and looked over her shoulder at me, noting my surprised reaction. “Heehee... Why don't you just relax baby... I'll make sure to finish you off before you lose.” she said with a wink before starting the game again.
“Like hell you will.” I thought, as she began working my throbbing cock once again. My hands found their way onto her soft peds as I began ticking the ever-loving hell out of her insteps, and down to her heels. Rosaly let out a cackle as she accidentally jumped down into Dracula's abyssal pit of doom. Neither of us said a word as the unlucky Belmont started his last life.
As much as I wanted to pull her feet from around my cock, I just couldn't bring myself to do it. Half of me wanted to just sit back and let her work her magic; while the other half of me wanted to win this bet and make her pay for what she had previously put me through.
I changed tactics and tickled around and in between her toes; this cause her to release my cock, only to grasp it firmly between said toes as she continued where she had left off. All ten of her blue toes were in perfect view for me. Her feet were sole to sole as she wriggled and flexed while she pumped.
Awe... christ... Fuck it.
I didn't care about winning or losing. Her footjob felt so good; I just couldn't focus on anything else but trying to come. Dracula's death came, and so did the ending to the game. As the credits rolled, she stopped for a minute to turn the system off. She told me to lay out on the floor as she sat on the couch and continued, giving me nice frontal view of herself while she pumped my cock up and down. It wasn't long after that she made good on her promise; I liberally covered her toes in my sticky white come.
She took my shirt and wiped her feet clean; before proudly flexing them for me once more. “Do they look good, Ricky?”
I smiled at her and pulled her off the couch and onto the floor. “Of couse they do baby; but they don't look as good as you do.”
“Right; you're so full of it!” she laughed, giving me a kiss. I tickled her toned stomach, she burst out in laughter as my finger dipped into her naval. “Excuse me, I'm what? I think you meant to say I'm a loving, caring, boyfriend.”
Rosaly tried to get away, but I wrapped my legs around her and continued my assault. “ALRIHIHIIIITTEEE!! You're a LAHAHAVING CAHAHARING BOYFRIEHEHEEND!!!” she screamed, as I simultaneously got her ribs and naval. After a few more moments, I pulled my hands away and merely wrapped an arm around her side. She squirmed around a bit and giggled softly to herself.
She turned to face me as she slowly got up. She reached over and grabbed her top before she put it back on. I tried to get up, but she placed her left foot onto my chest, gently pushing me back down to the floor.
“I hope you enjoyed today's festivites. You're in for some real torture tomorrow, Ricardo.” she spoke, before removing her foot and dancing her way over to the kitchen.
I sighed and closed my eyes; hearing her snap her fingers to the beat of one of her favorite songs as she exited the room.
“Maybe I should have tried harder after all.”
“Fuck.” I breathed, wondering just what exactly Rosaly had in store for me...
An interesting note of sorts; I drew most of the inspiration for this story from the true happenings between me and my fiance. And they're usually just as sexual, if not more-so; haha.
Can't say too much other than I hope you enjoy.
:redstar: :feather:
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File I - Ch. I
The Bet
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“Me and my big mouth; I swear... I really ought to think these things through sometimes.”
I'm a firm believer in luck as it were. You know those days where there's one major event that happens in your life; something you can plot out from start to finish. An event that you need to win? I had one of those days yesterday; the kind of day when everything seems to fall into place, and nothing could go wrong. But in the blink of an eye, it all turns into a crapshoot.
Those are the days I loathe with a passion.
It would seem Lady Luck was taking a trip to the spa yesterday, because somehow, my glorious plan went up in a tuft of smoke.
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It started off a nomal day like most. Rosaly had a few days off from work, as did I; we didn't have any plans to go out, so we sat around inside. Turns out that was the best decision; the forecast was calling for rain all weekend, so that put a damper on any of our outdoor plans, so-to-speak. I was stretched out on the couch playing on my acoustic while she was setting up her Super Nintendo. “What are you going to play, babe?” I asked, plucking a few of the strings on the guitar as I watched her diligintly work. She was dressed in a tight tanktop, a pair of my boxers, and one of her many brightly colored pairs of socks.
Whenever she was in a lazy mood, this was usually what she'd wear; not that I was complaining though.
“I dunno. Have to look through all your games.” she replied, crouching down to plug in the AV cables.
I set the guitar down as she finished up. “Ricky, go pick out something for me.” she asked. I let out a sigh and shifted on the couch, “But babe... I'm so comfy...” She gave me a look and pouted.
I hate when they do the pout; one of the better weapons of the fairer sex, if I ever saw one.
“Fiinee.” I sighed, getting up and strolling to the bookcase. “Let's see...” I muttered, looking over the large collection of titles.
“Starfox?”
“Nah, played it yesterday.”
“Hmm... Final Fight?”
“Nope.”
“... Megaman 7?”
She paused, thinking for a minute. “Pass.”
I rattled off a few other titles; all with the same response from her.
I stopped and looked at her; “Good lord, can you make up your mind?” I added, putting a hand on my hip. “Oh fine, just pick something.” she replied, stretching her legs out. I turned back to the collection and quickly scanned again; my eyes fell across the Super Gameboy cartridge. Picking it up, I looked at what it had inside.
Oh yes... Definitely.
Inside the hub was my old copy of Castlevania: The Adventure, a game I personally hadn't played in years. Oddly enough, it was one of the first games I got when I was a kid; it also gave me a new outlook on what it means to be “Frustrated”. As I came back to the game system, I put the cartridge in and brought it to life. “What's this?” she asked, watching the screen load up. “You'll see.” I said with a grin as I flopped back onto the couch.
The familiar title screen came up, causing Rosaly to let out a sigh. “Wow, really?” she laughed, turning to face me. “Hey, you said to pick something; so I did!” I replied, laughing back. “Fine, whatever.” she spoke, rolling her eyes.
“I have an idea on how to make this interesting; want to hear it?” I asked. She pushed the start button and the game came to life. There stood her tiny protagonist, Christopher Belmont; looking very 8 bit, I might add. She paused the game and looked at me; “Oh? What might that be?”
Inwardly, I was grinning ear to ear; outwardly, I remained cool and composed. “Want to make a little bet? If you can make it through this game without losing all your lives, you can have one wish. If you lose though, you have to grant me one wish. Sound fair?”
As the last words left my mouth, I could tell she was considering it. Rosaly's one bane in life; that girl couldn't resist the opportunity to make a bet, no matter on what it was. She had been that way since she was a little girl, or so she told me. Usually when we wanted to get back at each other, or were stuck inside on the weekends, we'd come up with a bet to pass the time.
Some of the time, the bets were tame; most of the time though, the loser would have to suffer a week's worth of punishment from the winner.
The last time we made a bet, she decided I would have to take a week of her teasing me with her pretty peds; everywhere we went, she made it a point to either distract me with them, or rub them against me in some fashion. I couldn't touch 'em, and I damn sure couldn't tickle them either.
Now this wouldn't have been so bad if I didn't have such a strong foot fetish. Needless to say, that was one of the longest weeks of my life; no pun intended.
I fully intended to get her back for that week, the best way I knew how.
After another moment, she nodded her head. “Sure. I guess you must have enjoyed your punishment from the last bet you lost, huh Ricky?” she replied with a coy smile. I grimaced at her, “Yeah, like you have a chance this time, Rosey.” I added. She scoffed and extended her hand out to shake my own.
Before I grabbed it, I added one last thing; “Oh, before we shake... I wanted to let you know that while you're playing, you'll have to sit through any and all distractions I make for you... Deal?”
Rosaly quickly shook my hand, waving off my words of warning. “Fine, whatever. Let's just get this started.” she replied, picking up the controller. She sat down a foot or two in front of the couch with her legs crossed as she started moving along through the stage.
For the first minute or so, I watched her whip enemies and pick up their various treasures.
By the time she was halfway through the first stage, I slid off the couch behind her, ready to begin my “distracting”. She either didn't notice, or didn't care; I'd probably venture to say it was moreso the former than the latter.
I slowly began pulling up her shirt, ending up with it curled under her breasts. She continued playing, although I noticed she took a few hits from one of the small dodo-like creatures. Her small hero made it to the next room as she descended up the pillars. My fingers slowly began to tickle her sides; just enough of a distraction to get her giggling softly. The sudden stimulation caused her to miss her jump, hitting another creature and taking more damage.
“Heehee... I should hahave known you'd pull something like thihis!” she spoke out as my fingers skitted up and down her sides. Rosaly started wriggling around as she climbed into the game's first secret room. “Not bad.” I muttered, watching as she picked up the items, still giggling slightly.
I watched on as she eventually made it to the boss; avoiding certain doom as she giggled and squirmed her way across the platforms.
The knight armor lashed out with it's spear; hitting her sprite as she was flung backwards. “Oh come on!” she cried out, jumping around to avoid it. I quickened my attack on her sides as she nearly dropped the controller on the ground. My hands skitted up and down her sides as she began mashing buttons in a frenzied craze. Somehow, she kept focused enough and soon vanquished her foe. I ceased the tickling for now as she shuddered and gulped down air.
“Thanks; I almost lost there because of you!” she cried out, turning her head towards me.
Lost because of me?
… Right.
How tragic that would have been... well... tragic for her, at least.
The 8 bit score changed; as she found herself in the dank recesses of a cave. Bats were perched on the ceiling as she slowly made her way towards the right of the screen. “Hit pause.” I ordered, as she begrudgingly oblidged.
I decided to rid her of her pesky tank-top, much to her chagrin. “Wow Ricky... really?” she grumbled as she watched me set it neatly onto the couch. “Really; now, arms up, like this.” I replied, lifting her arms up into a sort of “T” position. She firmly gripped the controller as I held her arms up. “Alright... now just kind of...” I started, before my eyes drifted slowly towards her bare chest.
Rosaly had a very nice set of C's; they were practically D's, but who's nitpicking here? My mind was ablaze just thinking about all the things I'd do to--
“Uh.. Ricardo... You still with me?” she asked, giving me a coy look. I shook my head and focused again; “Uh... right. Where was I?” Rosaly set the controller down as she turned around to face me. Her fingers lightly trailed my prickly stubble as she delicately scratched under my chin. She narrowed her eyes in a very sultry way as she gently wriggled back and forth; “You know baby... we can forget about this bet. I promise I won't be... too hard on you for losing...” she cooed, trying to play off my emotions. I could feel the shivers surging down my spine as her words sank in. Rosaly took one hand and pushed me down to the floor, while the other slowly rubbed up and down my growing member.
That girl sure knows how to play me; I'll admit that. I've always been easy to “persuade” with a little sultry-talking.
I could hear the zipper starting to come down on my jeans. Her hand slowly reached inside and freed my growing cock from behind it's enclosure. I shuddered as she slowly ran her nails along the backside, all the way to the tip; and then slowly repeating the process as she leaned in closer to my ear. “Just give up... and I'll let you play with the girls... how about that?” she cooed, as she pressed her chest into my own.
“Tempting... ooohh... the things I'd do to you... and them too right now...” I thought, feeling myself growing larger and larger.
She must have noticed me giving it serious thought, as she decided to up the ante.
“Ooohh... Ricky... I'll even let you play with my feet before I start your punishment.. however you want to.”
My eyes perked up, as well as something else; I could almost feel the grin coming off of her as she continued; “I just got my toes done yesterday too. Bright cyan blue... Your favorite color, isn't that right?”
Exactly the words I loved to hear... just... not right now.
She was waiting for my response, as she took my throbbing cock between her index and middle fingers, gently pulling up... and down...
No. I wasn't going to have this. I had everything so masterfully planned out; I wasn't about to sacrifice it all for a moment in paradise.
I slowly took hold of her wrist as I pulled her in for a passionate kiss. We must have spent a good minute or two wrapping tongues around each other before we finally pulled away. “Sorry Rosaly... not this time.” I said, wagging a finger towards her. “Suit yourself...” she spoke, blowing me a kiss before slowly getting off. I stuffed my throbbing member back into my pants before zipping them up once more. She grabbed the controller as I pulled her arms back up.
“Now... be a good girl and play your game.” I ordered, before giving her sides another quick tickling. “Heehee! Whatever you say, baby.” she responded with a smile before starting her game again.
While she maneuvered around through the cave, I quickly went to work getting a slight measure of revenge. My took my index fingers and teasingly brushed against the very smooth hollows of her underarms. Her reaction was almost immediate; I could feel her wanting to clamp her arms down. I nonchalantly increased the speed of my teasing, as she was visibly shaking now from trying to hold her laughter in.
It wasn't very long after that I heard the satisfying sound of her little hero dying. Not even a quarter of the way through the stage, either.
“Oooh... tsk tsk tsk... Only two more lives to go, Rosey..” I cooed into her ear as she leaned back against me. My other fingers were getting restless, so I decided to give her a break, instead focusing the point of assault on the sensitive areas below her underarms.
Whatever little dam she had been making for herself up to this point had been thoroughly destroyed. She immediately began to laugh as she frantically jumped around the screen. “RIIHICKIYY!!” she cried out, trying her best to avoid the giant rolling eyeballs. My tongue found it's way to her ear as I teasingly licked her lobe, still tickling her silly. I decided to tickle from her underarms down to the top of her ribs while I nibbled on her lobe.
Back.. and forth..
Back.. and forth..
This was the speed at which my ten fingers slowly raked across her ticklish flesh. Rosaly had been reduced to a perpetual state of giggling and squirming. I made sure it wasn't enough to make her thrash around. Not only was it extremely gratifying to watch, but It was just another way I wanted to break her down. I wanted to make it so that she was fighting a battle both physically, and mentally.
“Rosaly....” I cooed, breathing onto the nape of her neck. She said nothing as she made it to the boss's room. Fortuantely for me, this was a long boss battle; not because it was hard, but because the enemy took a while to finally appear.
Plenty of time to give her something to think about.
I continued both the tickling and whispering; she tried her best to focus on the battle at hand.
“You know... I won't think any less of you if you decide to give up...” I continued, scratching ever-so-teasingly at her underarms. “I know all of this must be getting to you by now, babe... I know it's getting to me...” I added, as I pressed my cock into her back.
I heard an extremely slight gasp escape from her lips, as she slowly turned to face me. I leaned in close to her, “Just think... You could toss that controller to the side, and I'd take you right here... doggy style... just the way you like..”
I could see it in her eyes; she was asking herself the same question I was earlier.
She quickly turned back around in time to see her character take a few hits. “No. No way.” she muttered softly, as I watched her arms begin to shake. She was fighting her wants so badly right now. In almost no time at all, she disposed of the boss, adding another level to her completion list. I brought her arms down and pulled her against me for the start of the third level. “Feel better?” I asked, massaging her arms some. “Mmm... a little bit.” she sighed, smiling happily at my massaging.
“Enjoy it while you can...” I thought, grinning inwardly to myself.
The third level of this game, it was a real bastard of a level. Spike traps that chased after you, frustratingly long jumps to make; it was the stuff that made kids snap controllers.
The perfect level to really start her torture.
As she began making her way towards the right of the screen, she realized the level's gimmick. I watched as her hapless hero destoryed the machine spirals before strutting onwards. As she reached the room where her very long ascent began, I slowly moved my hands down towards her boxers. Rosaly remained silent, gluing her attention towards the screen as the floor started to chase after her. My index and middle fingers began to teasingly scratch just above her womanhood. I knew she was extremely ticklish on the inner part of her thighs, but I decided she had enough tickling... for now at least.
Up and up she climbed. Killing the small worm-like creatures that stood in her path. I devilishly decided to up the ante by spreading her lips and gently scratching against her clitoris.
This finally got her to break her silence as she tried to muffle a groan. “What's the matter Rosey? Losing your focus?” I teased into her ear, as she narrowly missed falling from the platform she was standing upon. I could feel her shuddering on top of me; I had to fight the urge to go at her, right here and now.
Focus... She can't keep this up for much longer. I just hope she cracks before I do though.
She was almost at the halfway point when I heard her growl. “Oh goddamnit!” she cried, as I watched her eat a face-full of spikes. “Ooh... tough break there, baby.” I chuckled, as she pouted and sighed. Once again, she started her ascent, as I continued to tease her by gently scratching her clitoris, and running my fingers along the outside of her delicate lips. When she had finally reached the second half of the stage, she was getting pretty slick downstairs. I looked over her shoulder to see her slowly wriggling her toes back and forth; she always did that when she was horny.
A good sign for sure... too bad she's still wearing those socks...
I was dying to get a look at those blue toes of hers; she did a good job of keeping me away from them the day before. Today however, was a new day. I was going to spend a good, long while getting to look all I wanted when I won our little bet.
As she began to treck to the left, I surprised her by running my index finger down her slit. A subtle moan escaped her lips as she bit her lip. I kept this up for a while, watching as she quickly ran and jumped away from the spiked wall chasing after her. I leaned in close to her ear and whispered, “I bet you want me to slide these fingers inside of you... don't you?”
She remained focused, but gave me a solemn, albeit slow, nod of agreement.
I decided to reward her; my index and middle fingers slid inside of her womanhood as she let out another gasp, followed by a happy moan. I was all-too-happy to continue this as I questioned her some more; “I bet you'd really like for me to slide this cock into you, huh?” I added, gently biting her earlobe. She finally reached the boss's room, as she stiffled another moan, nodding her head quickly in agreement.
To be quite truthful, I don't remember if she lost a life or not on the third boss. I was too pre-occupied in wriggling my fingers inside of her to recall much of that fight. By the time I realized it was over, the fourth stage had started. Rosaly quickly hit the pause button and got up to run to the kitchen. I heard her digging around in the cupboard, hearing the clink of a glass cup. She filled it up with water and quickly downed it. Taking long, deep breaths.
I remained where I was and crossed my arms, smiling to myself as she slowly sauntered back into the living room. She eyed me with contempt as she crossed her arms; “I've got one stage left. When I get through it, you're going to wish you had taken me up on my offer earlier.”
I scoffed at her threat and waved her off. “Yeah, right. Like you have a chance against Dracula; not that you're going to even get that far, that is.” She opened her mouth to say something but stopped; after a few moments, she gave me a smirk instead. I watched as she layed out on the floor, gently kicking her legs back and forth as she started the final stage. Nothing more was said as I watched her focus on the game. Of course... I wasn't focusing much, not with her feet literally so close to my face.
I don't know how she knew, or even if she knew I was watching them. She stopped her kicking and rested both of them gently onto my crotch, specifically against my still-hard manhood.
There were a couple of things I could have done; but I used this opportunity to gently tickle up and down her socked soles. Her reaction was almost instantaneous, as she struggled to keep her feet still for me. “Poor Rosaly... it must be tough having such ticklish little feet... huh?” Beautiful laughter was her only response as she took several hits from a few of the odd-shaped dragon statues. On the next screen, I watched the punishment continue, as she mashed buttons, trying to ignore the sensations coming from her feet. I sped up the tickling, causing her to jump right into a dragon statue; resulting in another spectacular death.
Unfortunately, she had earned enough points to get another life before, so it was really just a mulligan. She still had one life left; much to my grumbling.
I pulled my hands away and watched her progression. Rosaly lifted her feet and obscured my view, so I pushed them back down, unintentionally onto my manhood. The toes on her left foot started to gently wriggle against my cock, as I almost let out a moan of my own. I picked her feet up, and she merely brought them back up enough to obscure my view of the television.
Inwardly, I sighed to myself; I knew what she was doing, and it was starting to get to me.
I watched as she pulled her arms closer together, concentrating on the game. Much to my dismay, she started to slowly flex her toes back and forth. With her right foot, she teasingly ran her toes around the band of her left sock. I couldn't help but watch; I was too horny not to. Ever-so-slowly, the sock started to come off. She stopped as it passed her heel; she did the same thing to the other sock as she went back to flexing her toes. I reached out and grabbed her ankles, bringing her feet back down onto my lap once again. I looked up at the screen; she seemed to be taking each room rather carefully, thusly, going very slowly. I was extremely grateful for this.
As soon as her feet touched my lap, she began to wriggle all ten toes against my cock. I let her do this for about a minute; as I lay my head against the couch. I looked up to see she hadn't made much progress from when I last checked... so to speed things up, I decided to tickle her soft heels. She started giggling as she flexed and splayed her toes in an attempt to ignore the ticklish sensations. This only willed me on to tickle faster. Her laughter renewed as she cried out my name, “Rihihickyyy!!! Not the HEHEEHEEELSS!! HAHAHAAHAA!!”
Not the heels? You're lucky I have this much restraint right now, Rosey.
Her pleas fell onto deaf ears as I slowly ceased my tickle attack. I picked both feet back up and brought them closer to my mouth. I leaned down and took one sock between my teeth, gently beginning to tug it off.
I could smell the slight aroma of her sweet soap as she tried to gently pull her foot free. It only worked in turning me on even more than I already was.
Her creamy arch showed itself... followed by her instep... then slowly the balls of her feet were revealed too. I stopped, letting the sock dangle beneath her toes as she set it back onto my lap. She gingerly lifted her other foot as I repeated the process. I was completely mesmerized... and extremely turned on. With a flick of her ankles, she sent both socks flying away; finally revealing the sexy toes I had been dying to see.
“Why don't you take a better look?” she spoke out, as she continued on. “I know you want to...”
I couldn't have agreed more.
Rosaly began slowly kicking her legs back and forth, pausing to flex her toes and show off that cyan blue polish I loved so much. I looked towards the rest of her body, and noticed she was gently shaking her small bottom around, adding to the effect. Before I knew it, she was tugging once again at my cock; this time, actually grabbing hold of it with her toes and pulling it back and forth. She let out a giggle as I groaned. I had suffered enough; I undid the button on my jeans as I tugged them down, pulling out my cock as she gently ran her toes along the backside of it.
“Oooh... Baby... Is this all for me?” she asked, still teasing me.
Another moan escaped from within as I hungrily licked my lips. I gave her arches a quick tickle as she laughed and cupped my manhood between them.
Rosaly then slowly began moving her feet up... and down...
God her feet feel so good...
As she worked my cock between her arches, I noticed she had reached the pentiultimate boss.
“Oh fuck!” I thought, suddenly remembering the bet. She paused the game and looked over her shoulder at me, noting my surprised reaction. “Heehee... Why don't you just relax baby... I'll make sure to finish you off before you lose.” she said with a wink before starting the game again.
“Like hell you will.” I thought, as she began working my throbbing cock once again. My hands found their way onto her soft peds as I began ticking the ever-loving hell out of her insteps, and down to her heels. Rosaly let out a cackle as she accidentally jumped down into Dracula's abyssal pit of doom. Neither of us said a word as the unlucky Belmont started his last life.
As much as I wanted to pull her feet from around my cock, I just couldn't bring myself to do it. Half of me wanted to just sit back and let her work her magic; while the other half of me wanted to win this bet and make her pay for what she had previously put me through.
I changed tactics and tickled around and in between her toes; this cause her to release my cock, only to grasp it firmly between said toes as she continued where she had left off. All ten of her blue toes were in perfect view for me. Her feet were sole to sole as she wriggled and flexed while she pumped.
Awe... christ... Fuck it.
I didn't care about winning or losing. Her footjob felt so good; I just couldn't focus on anything else but trying to come. Dracula's death came, and so did the ending to the game. As the credits rolled, she stopped for a minute to turn the system off. She told me to lay out on the floor as she sat on the couch and continued, giving me nice frontal view of herself while she pumped my cock up and down. It wasn't long after that she made good on her promise; I liberally covered her toes in my sticky white come.
She took my shirt and wiped her feet clean; before proudly flexing them for me once more. “Do they look good, Ricky?”
I smiled at her and pulled her off the couch and onto the floor. “Of couse they do baby; but they don't look as good as you do.”
“Right; you're so full of it!” she laughed, giving me a kiss. I tickled her toned stomach, she burst out in laughter as my finger dipped into her naval. “Excuse me, I'm what? I think you meant to say I'm a loving, caring, boyfriend.”
Rosaly tried to get away, but I wrapped my legs around her and continued my assault. “ALRIHIHIIIITTEEE!! You're a LAHAHAVING CAHAHARING BOYFRIEHEHEEND!!!” she screamed, as I simultaneously got her ribs and naval. After a few more moments, I pulled my hands away and merely wrapped an arm around her side. She squirmed around a bit and giggled softly to herself.
She turned to face me as she slowly got up. She reached over and grabbed her top before she put it back on. I tried to get up, but she placed her left foot onto my chest, gently pushing me back down to the floor.
“I hope you enjoyed today's festivites. You're in for some real torture tomorrow, Ricardo.” she spoke, before removing her foot and dancing her way over to the kitchen.
I sighed and closed my eyes; hearing her snap her fingers to the beat of one of her favorite songs as she exited the room.
“Maybe I should have tried harder after all.”
“Fuck.” I breathed, wondering just what exactly Rosaly had in store for me...
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