Angelina suddenly looked at me as I slipped into
her bedroom. She showed none of the anger or
fear that would normally be expected of someone
who just discovered that an intruder had broken
into her house. She was obviously someone who
was used to being in complete control.
“We’ll see how long that lasts.” I thought to myself.
“Ok asshole. What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
she said calmly. “You may want to get out of here before
I kick the shit out of you.”
Who did this strong willed woman think she was, Lara Croft?
I smiled as I realized that it was only a matter of a few more
seconds before the gas I was pumping into her house would
start to take effect.
“What the hell are you smiling at?” she asked, with irritation.
“Just wait,” I said. “You’ll be smiling soon too.”
“You’re out of your goddamn mind!” she said a moment before
laughter suddenly broke from her beautiful lips.
A confused look crossed her face. She didn’t understand
why she had just laughed. She could not see the special
laughing gas that I had designed specifically for her. She
forced a cross look onto her face and tried to continue.
“If you’re not out of here in one more second…” she began.
She was unable to complete her sentence before breaking
out in a fit of giggles.
“What the?… Hee hee hee!”
“Something wrong?” I asked calmly? She had no way of
knowing that I was immune to the effects of this particular
batch of gas.
She was giggling continuously now. Her hair dropped in front
of her face as she breathed the gas deeper into her lungs.
“How do you feel?” I asked her.
I a somewhat dazed voice, she replied
“I feel great! Ha ha ha ha. Hee hee hee.”
The sound of her laughter filled the room.
The gas quickly overcame her inhibitions,
and she was getting more stoned and out
of control with every breath. I could hardly
wait until the aphrodisiac quality in Angelina’s
special blend of laughing gas kicked in.
A shudder passed through her body, clearly
visible from where I patiently waited and
watched. A look of raw sexual pleasure slowly
dawned on her magnificent sculpted face.
I slowly approached her and offered to help her
take off her clothes.
Between fits of laughter, she gasped “Yes, please”
in a little-girl-voice that I had never heard before.
I unbuttoned her shirt as quickly as I was able, but the
laughter was shaking her entire body and made the task
deliciously difficult. Every touch of my hands on her
gas-sensitized body made her giggle and jump.
“Hee hee hee, gasp! Hurry! Haa ha ha ha” she said.
I lowered her onto the bed as she unconsciously
tried to inhale more and more of the invisible gas
that was making her feel so wonderful.
I undressed as she laughed and squirmed on the bed.
I slowly entered her and began a strong, steady motion
designed to produce maximum pleasure. I softly stroked
her heaving breasts.
“That… that… tickles!” She squealed. “Haa haa ha!”
After some time, her whole body started to convulse with a
powerful orgasm. Although I was trying to pace myself, the
sight of her giggling uncontrollably because of my laughing
gas and my tickling was too much and pushed me over the
edge. I as I had never done before!
“That was fan-fucking-tastic!” she laughed gently. “I don’t
know who you are, but I’ll be home all weekend.” She took
another deep breath and sound of her laughter echoed of the
walls of the house as I left her, exhausted, on the bed.
for the upcoming weekend!
Ihad a pretty good idea what I’d be doing