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If you would rather hear the 'tickle tracks' version of this story please click here.... http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=163448
THE ADVENTURES OF MARK
Mark paced the floor as he rubbed his hands nervously together. It had only been fifteen minutes since he placed the call to the escort service and already he was having second thoughts. The man had never done anything like this before in his life. "What am I doing?" He muttered to himself, aloud. His eyes were focused on his hands.
Just when the man decided to call the whole thing off he heard a light tapping on the door. Slowly making his way towards the door, he imagined what the ladies on the other side looked like.
Swallowing hard the man opened the door.
"Hello." Said the sweet voices of two girls who were smiling brightly at the man. The girls were beautiful. "Are you Mark?" One of the girl's asked.
"I am." Mark said, swallowing again before he answered. He hoped they couldn't tell he was nervous. "You are?" He asked.
"My name is Tasha." Said the girl on the right.
"Jane." Said the girl on the left.
"It's nice to meet you both. Please come in." Mark said, stepping aside so they could enter his apartment. Mark mentally kicked himself for inviting them in. He was so close to canceling the whole thing. "How are you two tonight?" Mark asked.
"Great!" Tasha said, smiling brightly.
"I'm fine." Jane said. "And yourself?" The girl asked.
"I'm good." Mark lied. He could hear his heart pounding in his ears.
"Really?" Jane said, smiling sweetly at the man. "I don't mean to make this apparent, but you sound nervous."
"Well…" Mark began.
"Yeah! Real scared!" Tasha giggled.
"Tasha." Jane said, giving Tasha's behind a playful slap. "Be nice. It's ok to be nervous. You were nervous the first time we went to someone's house remember?"
Tasha's smile vanished and her cheeks grew a bright red color. "Jane…" Tasha began, her voice trailed as she spoke. "You… You promised you wouldn't say anything about that. You promised…"
Jane smiled and wrapped her arms lovingly around the girl. "I'm sorry. Your just so cute. I love sharing that story."
"I know." Tasha began, "but…"
"Don't worry sweetie. I promise I'll never tell anyone how I tickled you until you weren't nervous anymore."
"Jane!" Tasha cried, turning away from Mark.
Mark's lower jaw had dropped. When Jane had mentioned the word 'tickled' he grew excited. His chest began to burn and his breaths became jagged. He was feeling less nervous now and more aroused.
"I'm such a bad girl." Jane giggled, covering her mouth with her hands. "I'm sorry Tasha. I promise you can get your revenge on me once were finished here."
"Promise?" Tasha asked, looking over her shoulder at Jane.
"Promise." Jane said, nodding and dropping her hands by her sides.
"Ok!" Tasha giggled, whirling around to face Mark. "You ok mister?" She asked, noticing the color in Mark's cheeks had drained.
"Yeah I'm fine." Mark said, his voice was oddly high pitched.
"So about you…" Jane said, slowly making her way over to Mark. "I'm going to make you less nervous right now big guy." The girl said, smiling seductively. She raised her hands and began wiggling her fingers threateningly at the man.
Mark suddenly felt giddy. He was incredibly ticklish. And that's exactly why he called the ladies over to his apartment. The two girls were professional ticklers.
"Before that." Mark began, raising his hand to stop Jane. "I would like to go over a few things."
"Of course." Jane said, slowly lowering her hands.
"I would like to be tied up, but I would appreciate it if you stayed away from my armpits."
"Why's that?" Tasha asked, smiling a toothy grin.
"I'm really ticklish there." Mark said, shaking his head slowly. "So if you don't mind…" He said, looking from Tasha to Jane.
"Pleasure turns to pain and pain back into pleasure. We'll teach you that soon." Jane said, walking over to Mark. She wrapped her arms lovingly around Mark's arm. "Now let's go to your room." She said.
"Ok. Over there." Mark said, pointing to the nearest door.
Tasha was the first to enter the bedroom. Glancing around she saw a large four poster bed pushed close to the wall in front of her. And a few nightstands.
"Looks like a fun place to work!" Tasha said, running out of the bedroom just as Mark and Jane entered. "I'll get the rope."
"I have some." Mark said. Walking up to a nightstand he opened the top drawer and reached inside and pulled out several pieces of rope. "I didn't know if I needed to get some." He said.
"Good boy." Jane said, taking the rope and examining it. "Impossible to break, but won't cause rope burn."
"Lie down." Tasha said, pointing towards the bed. "On your back if you please."
Mark did as he was told. He was feeling incredibly nervous now.
"Wait." Jane said, looking Mark up and down. The man was wearing jeans, socks and a shirt. "Take off your clothes."
"What?!" Mark cried.
"Take off your clothes." Jane instructed.
"I… I don't know." Mark said, shaking his head. His voice was shaking in his throat.
"It's ok." Jane said, with a bright smile. "Don’t forget. Were professionals."
Mark sighed deeply. "Alright." He said. The man began taking off his clothes. Soon he stood in front of the two girls completely naked.
"Now lie down." Jane said.
Mark laid on his back on the bed. He stared up at the ceiling as Jane and Tasha began talking amongst themselves. Soon they began tying him down. First they tied his hands over his head. And then his feet. Soon he was tied spread eagle on the bed.
Jane and Tasha walked on either side of the bed staring down at Mark. Mark was giggling even though the tickling hadn't started yet. "He's ticklish." Tasha said. "This is going to be fun."
"Very fun." Jane said, nodding in agreement.
"Where should we start?" Tasha asked, as though she didn't have a clue. "His feet? Maybe his thighs and knees. Perhaps his stomach?"
"I have an idea." Jane said, as she and her girlfriend sat on the side of the bed near Mark's head.
"You don't mean?" Tasha began.
"His pits!"
"NO!" Mark cried, but before he could utter a word both Tasha and Jane attacked his ticklish underarms. The girls giggled as they scratched his pits vigorously with their long finger nails.
"STOP IT!" Mark screamed, as he jerked hard on the rope.
Tasha and Jane ignored the man's pleas as they scratched and tickled his underarms. Jane giggled as she slowly raked her nails up and down his pits. "Tickle tickle!" She teased.
Mark screamed with ticklish laughter as he pulled with all his might, but the ropes refused to break. The finger nails that glided across his pits felt incredibly torturous. Like a thousand tiny needles was poking the flesh. The man closed his eyes tightly and laughed wildly.
"NO… MORE… STOP! STOP IT!" He roared, but his commands fell on deaf ears.
Tasha was tickling the man's pits with both hands. Her left hand was scratching the pit mercilessly while the right was raking it's nails up and down the tender flesh.
Jane simply raked her nails up and down his pits.
"STOP… PLEASE!" Mark screamed, jerking hard left and right. The man's laughter was booming.
Jane finally stopped tickling, but Tasha continued. Reaching across Mark's chest she stuck her nails into his other underarm and began tickling.
Jane stood and headed for the man's feet. Lying across his leg she began tickling the tender sole with eight fingers.
She raked her nails up and down the foot. She attacked his heels and then began digging her index finger between each toe. Mark pulled and kicked his leg, but thanks to the rope and Jane's added weight the kick was hardly felt.
"Jane I'm having a lot of fun." Tasha said. Sitting up on the bed. The girl was raking her nails vigorously over Mark's ticklish pits. "I don't ever want to stop." She said, blushing heavily.
"Me either." Jane said, not letting up on her torture. "Why don't we keep tickling Mark here forever?" She asked.
"LEAVE MY PITS ALONE!" Mark roared, but his words came out jumbled.
"He seems to like the idea too." Jane said, looking over her shoulder at Mark. The girl turned back to the man's feet. The girl dug her fingers into his feet. "His feet are really ticklish too." She said.
"Not like his pits are." Tasha said. She was now sitting on the man's waist and scratching his pits mercilessly.
"Will you look at that." Jane said, she was about to help Tasha tickle the man's pits as well when she spotted Mark's erection. "Looks like he's having a ton of fun!" The girl cried.
Jane grabbed Mark's penis and began tickling the head. Mark closed his eyes tightly and began moaning and laughing. "NOOOOO!" He cried.
"Cum for me." Jane said, scratching the penis's head and rubbing the shaft. "Cum for me!"
Tasha didn't stop her tickling once. Her nails raked up and down the hollows.
"STOP… I'M DYING!" Mark cried, he was no longer laughing.
"Cum right now!" Jane ordered, not letting up on her torture either.
Finally Mark couldn't hold it in any longer and he burst. "There you go!" Jane said. Tasha climbed off of Marks' waist and watched.
"Very good." Tasha said.
Mark laid on the bed breathing hard. "Did you have fun?" Jane asked.
Mark opened his mouth to answer, but no sound came out. He felt exhausted, but he did enjoy it. And it was exactly what he wanted. "Th-thanks…" He managed.
"Don't thank us." Jane said, shaking her head. "It was our pleasure… And yours too." Jane giggled.
"Yeah. And hey we still get to wash you." Tasha said. "And after that your really going to hate us."
"Why do you say that?" Mark asked, swallowing hard.
"Simple…" Jane said, patting Mark's leg. "Because we wash you everywhere. Especially your armpits…"
THE END
