She walked through the glass door and saw all the colorful pictures adorning the walls. She looked at all the photos of happy customers showing off their new artwork. She admired the piercings in the glass case and wondered how some people could possibly have the courage to get them, then she laughed because some people weren't brave enough to put themselves through what she was about to do.
She saw the man she was looking for, helping some ridiculously hot brunette finish up her butterfly montage tramp stamp. She wondered why anyone gets those anymore. If she was going to mark up her body in a permanent manner she was going to make damn sure it spoke volumes about who she was.
And that's exactly what she intended to do.
Finally he was finished with her. She couldn't help but feel a little jealous, her tattooist was tall, thin and tatted and, for as pale as he was, he was sexy. She often fantasized about fucking him and playing games of "find my tattoos" licking him from head to toe...
She snapped herself back to the present and saw the brunette walk out and swore she could smell alcohol on her. That'll be fun in the morning. She made eye contact with her tattooed artist and he smiled. She had made this appointment weeks ago for she knew that she would need to be here for a long session. She was going to have him in a small room all to herself for hours. She let her subconscious deal with the possibilities while she focused on the now.
"So," he gave her an encouraging smile "you ready for me to rock your world?"
"Don't pop the champagne until I've seen the finished product." She smiled back. He chuckled and ushered her to the room furthest in the back.
"Okay, here's the plan..." She watched his lips move and his tongue at work as he told her what he would be doing in this session. She was getting a large dragon put on the entire length of her torso. One of his massive clawed hands would be over her breast and his tail would be coiled at her hip. This means she would be sitting on the table naked. She was totally okay with this after all, this will probably be the only way he'd ever see and touch her body.
She couldn't wait to rip her shirt off for him, but she composed herself and waited for him to finish up with the "terms and conditions" part of his speech. She nodded and smiled and waited for his cue.
"So, how do you want to do this? You'll have to remove all clothing on top, but you could probably just pull your pants down mid thigh and I should be able to work around your underwear."
"It's okay, I planned on being nude. I don't want anything getting in the way of your work." She smiled at him as she took off her shirt. She pretended not to pay attention to him, and in doing so she was able to see that he was stealing some admiring glances. This made her puff up with confidence.
"Alright then, let's get this party started!" He gave her the cheesiest smile he could come up with then sat down to work.
She had one arm behind her head as she sat as still as she could, which was proving to be very difficult. He was applying the outline they worked on and it tickled when he pressed on certain areas. Most of the breast work would be done free handed just because of the roundness of her breast, but he still had to apply a few guidelines. His hand hesitated slightly as he applied them and she smiled.
“It's okay, they're friendly. Promise”
“Good to know.” He gave a very subtle wink and finished with the guidelines.
Now the fun can start. She heard the short quick buzzing as he got the needle ready and her heart skipped a couple beats. She had one tattoo already, but it was a relatively small one on her forearm, but she remembered how it felt. Something about it excited her. She knew this one would be significantly more painful than the other was, but she was ready.
“Okay, here we go.” He hesitated again, but it was to see if she would show any signs of doubt. She held a confident stare and he began.
The process was a bit painful, but nothing she couldn't handle. It was actually a bit relaxing. She felt she was starting to fall asleep, but woke back up when he spoke.
“I'm just giving you a heads up, I'm going to be starting on your breast now.”
“Have fun.” she said with a wink. She watched his face as he drew on her breast. This was a bit harder to handle, but she knew she could do it. After a few minutes she noticed she was getting turned on. She began to regret her decision to be completely nude for fear of soaking his table. She tried to subtly squeeze her thighs closer together, but this only made her excitement grow. She continued to watch him to see if he had any idea of her predicament. If he did, he showed no signs.
The closer his needle got to her nipple, the more the pain and pleasure grew. She wondered if other women went through this. He cupped her breast so as to control where the needle went and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan. As soon as the soft sound escaped her lips, she prayed he did not hear. She watched his face and saw a hint of a smile and knew he did. He leaned in closer and she wondered if it was necessary for him to do that, not that she cared he was closer, but she needed to find a sign if he was enjoying her company as much as she was enjoying his. He maneuvered his hand around her breast and she swore she could feel a slight squeeze. This only furthered her excitement and she could feel she was getting wetter by the minute.
All she could think about was how to take care of her problem without moving and without his knowing. Impossible. She wondered how she was going to explain this to him. Before this little problem turned into a bigger one, she squeezed her eyes shut and tried to think of anything but the gorgeous, tatted hunk that was fondling her. Also impossible. She stole a glance to see what he was doing and saw he was hard at work trying to perfect their masterpiece. She shut her eyes once more and tried to calm herself.
After what seemed like days, he had finished the piece on her breast.
“Mind if I take a quick break? I just need to relax my hand.”
“Take all the time you need.” She smiled weakly hoping he would step out of the room.
“How are you feeling? Is the pain tolerable? I'm trying to go as gently as possible, but I want to be sure it's my best work.”
“I'm feeling fine, just having some...minor issues, nothing I can't handle though.” She wished he would understand what she was actually trying to say and either leave the room or, God willing, help her take care of her problem. “So, this might be a bit of an awkward question, but out of all the tattoos you have, while you were getting them done did the sensation ever...excite you?”
“Many, many times actually.” He chuckled. She still couldn't tell if he was comprehending her situation. Before she could explain herself, he pumped his hands a couple times and picked up his needle. “Ready for more?” If only you knew, she thought. She nodded and tried to think of the most unsexiest things possible.
As he worked on her ribcage area, pain took over pleasure and she was able to control herself more easily. As he continued on, she had to turn on her side, then her back, and so on. While she was on her side she very carefully placed her hand between her legs as if to give her knees support while her other arm held her hair. Ever so carefully she moved her hand up the length of her thigh until she was close enough to apply an adequate amount of pressure to her clit. Very slowly and gently she moved her hand back and forth, putting just enough pressure to ease the ache of her sexual desire. For a moment she wondered if she had chosen wisely because her wetness had almost reached critical levels, but she soon managed to give her self a small release and not a moment to soon because now she had to be flat on her back while he worked on outlining the tail.
She raised both arms above her head and held her pleasure giving hand in her other one.
“Hey, while you're down there..” She threw him a sly smirk and he stifled a laugh. This was too fun. She took a deep, cleansing breath and upon exhale she looked at him and saw he had just finished giving her a once over. His eyes caught hers a he smoothly looked away and prepared to work on her tat, but he couldn't hide the faint blush in his face.
She had more trouble with this area because not only did she have to juggle pain and arousal, she now had to deal with being very ticklish. She squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lip, trying to barely breath, but every once in a while a giggle escaped her lips. She looked down and realized just how close his face was to her body and suddenly that tickled sensation was gone. Pleasure reared it's overbearing head yet again. She knew he had his tongue pierced and now that's all she could think about. She wanted to feel him lick her. Another soft moan escaped her lips and she waited for him to react.
“Almost done, beautiful. A few more minutes and we'll see what we can do about that 'problem' of yours.” He didn't look away from his work, but he flashed a big and brilliant smile. She was too overcome with shock to feel embarrassed. She put her head back down and processed what just happened. Her engine was in full throttle now and she let her imagination run wild.
After what felt like years, he finished. Her session was nearly over. All that was left was to dress her unfinished tattoo with gauze. He was very gentle with her and took special care to make her as comfortable as possible. After he applied the last piece of gauze over her breast, he allowed his hand to linger. She ran her hand up his arm and waited for his gaze to meet hers. She didn't have to wait long.
Carefully he moved his hand from her bandaged breast to her stomach and ran his other hand through her hair. She gave him a look that dared him to move his hand lower and he soon complied. His hand was so smooth as he moved it lower, gliding over her outer thigh and up her non bandaged hip. She squirmed a little, bent her knees a bit more a let her legs drift a little more apart, giving him an invitation she hoped he wouldn't refuse.
He moved his hand to her inner thigh, giving it a little squeeze before he delved into her tender and wet pussy. Finally he moved his hand to her pussy and felt how wet she was. As he began to rub and work her clit, she took the same hand she pleasured herself with moments ago and grabbed his belt. Quickly she unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzipped his pants and pulled down his boxers, exposing his very hard, and pierced penis. She wasn't surprised to see he had pierced it and it only fueled her curiosity. She wrapped her hand around his throbbing cock and began to stroke it. She worked his cock, firmly, but gently squeezing and he slid one finger in and out of her pussy.
She slid closer to the edge of the table, continuing to stroke his cock and he began to use two fingers on her, still pacing himself. Not too fast, not too slow. She moved her hips with his rhythm and decided to take things up a notch. She watched him fix his gaze onto what he was doing to her and she seized the moment and put her mouth around his cock and took in as much of him as she could. He was stunned by this and forgot his fingers were inside her and forgot what he was doing to her. She moaned and moved her hips in an attempt to remind him of what he was doing and he thrust his fingers in her as deep as he could go. She ran her pierced tongue around his dick, careful not to get it caught in his Prince Albert and he began to thrust his fingers inside her harder and faster. She arched her back in pleasure until her ass was no longer on the table and she continued to take as much of his cock into her mouth as she could. She hummed and moaned as he finger fucked her harder and harder and he let out a soft and low grunt. He was nearing his climax so he started to move his hips slightly until he came in her mouth. She took it all and she made sure she got every last drop. He pulled out of her mouth, stepped out of his fallen pants and boxers, and made his way around the table so he was standing between her legs, never taking his fingers out of her.
He thrust in and out a few more times then bent down to replace his fingers with tongue. He licked and sucked on her wet pussy like it was a ripe, summer peach, making sure she felt his tongue ring the entire length of her pussy. He began flicking his tongue on her clit and placing his fingers back inside her. He slid his free hand under her ass and gave it a good squeeze as she writhed in ecstasy. He finger fucked and licked her harder and harder, making her moan louder and louder, he could feel her thighs begin to shake as she gripped the edge of the table. She let out a shriek of pleasure and bucked a little as she came in his mouth. Quickly he removed his fingers and lapped up every last morsel she had to give.
Carefully she sat up and pulled his face to hers and kissed him deeply, licking his lips, tasting herself. He gently grabbed her throat as he kissed her even more deeply. A primal side awoke in her, she needed him inside her. Carefully as he could he slid her ass down the table so she was barely on it and he rubbed his cock up and down her pussy, feeling her get wetter. She could feel his piercing rubbing her clit and this drove her into a frenzy. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him into her. He pushed so far into her and she threw her head back, amazed at how good he felt. She brought her head back and look straight into his eyes.
“Fuck me.” She demanded this and he obeyed. He brought his hand down hard on her ass and grabbed her bare hip and repeatedly slammed into her. She ran her hand up his tattoo covered arm and gripped his bicep and he pulled out and thrust back inside. In rhythm with him, she pulled him in with her legs, rocking her hips. She sat upright and nearly ripped his shirt as she yanked it off him and saw another collection of tattoos and piercings. She began to lick his pierced nipple, flicking it with her tongue, making him moan. Gently she nibbled any and all flesh and kissed each and every tattoo in her reach. She couldn't get enough of him. His hand on her throat once more, her legs shaking, she dug her nails into his back. Her fresh tattoo work was beginning to pulse with pain, but in a twisted way it only excited her further.
He tapped her ass and pulled out and had her stand. He lifted the leg on her non tattooed side and propped it up on the table and made her bend over. He grabbed her hair as he pushed back inside her with a force. She arched her back as he pulled her hair, forcing her head back. With one hand he grabbed the curve of her hip into her thigh and the other released her hair and grabbed her shoulder, pulling her onto him. She screamed with ecstasy and gripped the edge of the table. She was amazed at how much deeper he managed to get inside her. She began to push onto him, her body begging for him to fuck her harder. Faster and harder he went, his animalistic urges flowed through them both as she screamed his name. He moved his hand closer to her throat and fucked her hard as he could.
Her arms now tingled and her legs grew weaker, she was nearing her climax. With every ounce of strength she had left, she pushed herself onto him. He dug his fingers into her skin and she threw her head back as they both came. Slowly he brought his hand away from her neck and slid it down the length of her back, feeling ever curve. Carefully he pulled out of her and she rested her head on the cool table.
They both stood upright and she turned to face him. He placed his hand under her chin and tilted her face up to his and he bent down to kiss her deeply and passionately. She placed one hand on his back and gently dragged her nails down it's length. She felt him quiver slightly and smiled, wondering how the next session would go.