Stepping back, the two women appraised my helpless form. Whip Chick stepped close to me, so I could feel her warm breath on my neck. She trailed one hand down my chest. I nearly jumped out of my skin when she flicked my right n****e with a fingernail. That was her cue. Her other hand joined in, tickling her way over my front and up my sides. I tried to squirm, but couldn’t. I looked at her with pleading in my eyes, but she only grinned. I could withstand the tickling only so long before I burst out with helpless laughter as the crowd applauded.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the Mistress of Ceremonies announced, “our entertainment for tonight!”
All the lights went out.
I was alone in the darkness. The tickling had stopped, but the awful horniness was still there. My c**k was dying for the smal
