YES

“Josh, please, please, I’ll think of something better,” I beg.

The clock still says 14 minutes. It’s only been one minute, but it feels like it's been an hour. How could anyone endure this? Who knew a freaking toothbrush of all things could devolve me into such a pathetic state of degradation. I’m feeling so many emotions at once. I’m angry, mad that he’s tricked me into this, that he’s humiliated me, and that even after giving up my pussy, I’m still getting fucking tickled. But I’m also so wet, so horny, I need to get fucked.

“Josh, please fuck me with the dildo again. Please,” I ask.

But I don’t get the response I expect.

“Been there, done that,” Josh says.

He keeps tickling me. It’s unbearable. What an asshole. He’s literally turning down the option to fuck me. Me! He knows how hot I am. Who does he think he is to turn me down? No one turns me down! Except this guy, apparently.

I resign myself to my fate. I know what I have to do. I have to offer him my flower. I have to give up everything. And I have to beg for it. At this point, I'm so horny, I almost want him to fuck me with his dick. Almost.

"Josh, please fuck me with your dick. I’m begging you. Please! I want your dick in me so bad,” I say with urgency.

Oh my God. I'm actually asking for this.

“I already told you, I don’t want to fuck a rude bitch like you. I’m enjoying tickling you instead. Kind of takes you down from that pedestal you’ve been sitting on, doesn’t it?” Josh asks.

I'm speechless. My humiliation is complete. I thought I was so attractive and so much better than him, and yet here he is, turning down sex with me. The truth now dawns on me. I’m not too good for him. He’s too good for me. I don’t even deserve to get fucked by him. I’m mortified. This has never happened to me before.

I’m still laughing uncontrollably. It still says 13 minutes. 13 minutes of this hell. I wrack my brain, trying to think of anything that he’d rather do than tickle me.

“Josh, please fuck my tits with your dick. Please. Anything. I’ll do anything. I’m your slut, please, no more tickling,” I beg.

I’ve never felt so low, literally begging this stranger to defile me in every perverted way imaginable, and him unbelievably turning me down over and over. He’s not interested in fucking me. He just likes tickling me. He’s a sadistic maniac.