The Typing Pool
(Posted on Wednesday, August 9, 2000)
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My name is Josie. I work in a typing pool in london. There are about twenty girls in all in this pool and a group of us get on really well indeed.
 
We have a new girl named Susan. She's a bit straight, but alright really. After a couple of weeks she asked if she could tag along on one of our nights out. I told her, "Our nights are not for the faint hearted."

"That's ok." She replied. "I have a very open mind."
 
I checked with the others who were all going out that night. They agreed that Susan could tag along. We all left work at 5:30 p.m. prompt and I took susan along with me to our meeting point. We entered the bar and had a few drinks. Susan was relaxing more. We looked at the time and announced that it was time to "go & play."
 
We decided to go to my place as I lived alone and we wouldn't be disturbed. I opened the front door and instructed Susan to go into the lounge and wait for instructions of what to do. Mary, Sylvia and I went into the other room and decided what to play.
 
We chatted for a moment and decided to play a game called, "forfeit." The equipment for the game was down in the cellar.

We all made our way back to Susan in the other room. She smiled and asked, "What happens next?" I asked her to follow us into the cellar. "Why the cellar?" Susan asked.

"You will see." I replied.
 
I turned the lights on as we made our way down the concrete steps into the cellar. Our heels sounded loud on the bare concrete steps. The room had a large carpeted area in the centre. There was a large padded table with cabinets underneath. Susan looked at me with a stunned look on hre face.
 
Still going along with it, Susan asked, "What happens now?"

I looked at the other two and confirmed that we would be playing the game that we called, "Forfeit." Everyone nodded in agreement.

Susan looked at me and asked, "How do we play?"

I explained. "There is a pack of cards numbered 1 to 10. We take turns, pick a card, and the person with the lowest number is the looser. That person has to pay a forfeit to the person who has the highest card."

"What type of forfeit" Susan asked.

"Whatever the person tells you to do." I explained. "Do you agree?" I asked.

Being a trusting sole and wanting to fit in, she answered, "Yes."

So I shuffled the cards to start the game. We all picked one. Mary had an 8. Sylvia had a 6. Susan had 3 and I had a 9. "Oh dear Susan, you have the lowest number and you have to pay a forfeit to me. What shall it be?" Susan looked at me, waiting for my answer. "Please remove your blouse and skirt."

Susan looked at me and stood up. She undid her white blouse and laid it on the floor. She un-zipped her skirt and removed it totally. She stood there in a white bra, white panties, tan coloured tights and heels. "Very sexy." I replied. "Time for another round."

I dealt the cards again. I chose first and got a 5. Mary got a 10. Sylvia got a 6 and Susan got a 2. "Oh, no! Not again." She gasped.

Mary looked at her and said, "Lets tickle her." Before Susan could really respond, we all jumped up, grabbed her and laid her flat on the floor. "Let's start at the bottom and work our way up." Mary suggested.

Susan's eyes grew wide as she protested, "No! Please don't. Not my feet!"
 
I was sitting on her legs. The other two held her arms down. "Lets move her to the table where we can give her the attention she deserves." I said as we managed to get her up onto the table. We fixed her wrists above her head and also fixed her ankes on the table in front of me. I also removed her left shoe.

Again Susan protested. "Please, no. Not my feet! I can't stand my feet being tickled or touched."

I smelled the aroma of her nyloned foot in her shoe. "Very nice indeed." I thought to myself. I looked at her foot. The tan coloured nylons didn't do her foot justice. She had beautiful toes. The sole of her foot was smooth and the softness below her toes looked very sensitive indeed. "It's time to go to work." I thought.

I touched the soft spot under her toes. She jumped. I took her toes and tickled them lightly through her nylons. She screamed loudly. "Please! No! I can't stand being tickled there. It turns me on too much."

With that statement, I tickled her toes again. This time I tickled them much harder. She jumped and screamed outloud with laughter. She wiggled her foot to tried to escape my tickling, but without success. Her toes were trying to curl up now to protect her sensitive sole from more tickling.
 
Sylvia and Mary decided to join in on the fun. Sylvia opened one of the boxes under the table and took out a feather duster. She passed it to me. I caressed the sole of Susan's foot without much response from her. "It must be the nylon material protecting her foot from the duster." I thought.

Sylvia suggested that I cut a small hole in Susan's tights on either side of her toes so that I could push the duster inside. That sounded like an excellent idea. "Let's do it." I announced.

"No, please don't." Begged Susan. "That is totally unfair!"
 
I cut two holes on either side of her toes and then made the hole large enough to push the duster through. Sylvia held her toes while I started to push the duster through the side. Susan squirmed. "Please don't! It tickles too much!" I continued to push the duster in through the hole in her tights as she let out a loud burst of laughter.
 
I pushed the duster straight through and along the foot of her tights. I took hold of both ends and pulled it first to the left and then to the right. "No, please don't." Clearly Susan's sexual arousal was at a heightened pitch. "I'm going to come!"

At this point I tickled her toes with the duster faster and faster. She screamed even more as a huge climax caused her to shudder with waves of pleasure. She had cum all because I had tickled her foot. I was very aroused myself. As I  pulled out the duster, Susan jumped.

"Now for the other foot." I told her as I pulled off her other shoe. Susan's eyes widened even more.

To be continued ...