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Recently I got my first tattoo. Every day during the week Brett was gone I would pass the tattoo parlor just a few blocks from my home and toss the idea of ink around until I pulled into the driveway at home. By then reality would slap me in the face and such thoughts would disappear until my next trip past the parlor. While finally succumbing to the urge for ink may not seem extraordinary, it is what
happened when I finally pulled my car into the lot that truly is.
Brett and I have been married for close to five years. During that time we have slid comfortably into a mundane routine that replaced his college days when it seemed we never could get enough of each other. We shared a flat above a cyber cafe where I worked. Many all niters when he should have been hitting the books were spent with his hard, throbbing cock buried in my sloppy, wet cunt. After he managed
to get his diploma and he quickly accepted a job in Lancaster PA.
Lovemaking became unimportant recently. Brett began spending hours burying his head in charts and files instead of my eager pussy. I spend many evenings practically begging to be fucked in a new, exciting way to end up alone with my index finger solidly planted in my cunt. Something had to happen soon before I exploded. I just turned 33 and think still look damn good for a mother of two little boys only
a year apart in age. My ass is firm, the tits perky and I still fit in a size 8.
Our sex life had been reduced to a quick peck on my cheek or a disinterested “g’night” from his desk in the den as I climbed the stairs to our room. It was time to satisfy a longing unfulfilled anyway I could.
Brett’s company was sending him across the country to Seattle. He expected to be gone for ten days. While he was away I had made a promise to do what I wanted for me. My sister offered to take the boys for the weekend so I could paint their room. Little did I know I would not only get something done I had wanted for a long time but something I had needed even longer.
The neon sign crackled above the entrance. I paused briefly when the dim light inside made me think the shop wasn’t open. I grabbed the brass knob and pushed slowly on the door. Inside the first thing I saw was the silhouette of a bear of a man comfortably settled in a large chair. Straddling his lap and facing him was a redhead in skin tight denim shorts displaying the round cheeks of her ass. She tossed
her head back and I could clearly see her breast in his mouth. His dark eyes darted toward the doorway where I stood and he began to rise cupping his large hands around her butt lifting her. By then, she had turned toward me and gave me a devilish grin and welcomed me. “Mmmm-I’m Amber and the big guy, he’s Wayne my ol’ man...so are you thinking of getting some ink?” She was still topless . I couldn’t help but notice the glint of stainless steel and realized she wore nipple rings. It secretly made me shudder.
The nipples were hard, erect and some how inviting, I could feel my face sting with embarrassment as she slowly slid her T-shirt back on over her head. I admired her ample tits and the way she looked made me hot, I could feel my cunt swell and my own nipples tighten. I hadn’t felt that since I got drunk one night during Brett’s college days and found myself making out with one of the waitresses from the cafe. Wayne casually buttoned the fly on his jeans and turned to the work bench behind him. “Hey baby, show
the sweet little girl my portfolio while I finish setting up."
We walked toward the display of flash settling into a long black couch. The coolness of the leather relaxed me as I felt a wet spot grow in my lace panties. I crossed my legs to hide the evidence of my excitement while Amber pointed out her favorite tattoos in the album. Her long curls brushed my face when she reached over me to retrieve a copy of the permission slip the state made every customer complete
before a tattoo. I had decided to have Wayne fashion a small, simple rose on my ankle. Amber chatted cheerfully as I took a seat in her husband’s studio.
The first few passes surprised me. Expecting it to hurt much more, I could hear the whirling buzz of the tattoo gun and could see the ink being ground into the flesh of my ankle but Amber was there and something unexplainable took me away from my pain and towards her bright green eyes and full inviting smile. By the time Wayne was finished two more artists showed up for work. Amber leaned over and whispered
in Wayne’s ear and she motioned for me to follow her into the other room. “Wayne has to go over the weekend schedule with the boys, let me show you some of my artwork, my specialty is metal!”.
Amber held back the thick velvet drape and I walked in ahead. The room smelled like patchouli. There were lit candles everywhere. An over sized recliner took up much of the space and in one corner stood a large carved oak cabinet. We talked about the art of piercing flesh and how much she enjoyed administering seemingly unbearable pain and seeing the result become unequaled pleasure to her clients. Amber
smiled as she told me the story of the cute young man who visited the shop about a week before. He wanted to mark his body in a way much different than most. Seemed all his buddies had tattoos and he read somewhere about the erotic benefits of having his dick pierced. Amber recalled as she pressed the wire through just below the slit of the head of his prick, he dug his fingers into the arms of the recliner and came. Streams of thick, white cum sprayed over both Amber and the client. She recalled how long he
shuddered from the intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure. I was totally caught up in the story and could only imagine what Brett would say about such a thing when suddenly Amber took my hand. She lifted the front of her shirt. “Go ahead...touch me, it won’t hurt me and will do you world of good.” Her request puzzled me briefly, after all her husband was just outside the curtain. She went on to tell me that no one ever came into her piercing parlor unless she invited them. She went on to share that included Wayne
who actually had much more of a hunger today for his two young ink apprentices than he would have for her. It was cool because being bisexual herself they had maintained an open, erotic and passionate marriage for seventeen years. The revelation startled me and suddenly I felt extremely vulnerable.
Our eyes met. Amber moved toward me unbuttoning my shirt revealing my lacy bra. Pulling it up Amber grabbed each tit and remarked I was definitely a candidate for piercing. “Let me pierce these gorgeous tits and you’ll discover just how intense pleasure can be.” I blushed explaining I couldn’t imagine putting needles through them!” She moved her hot, wet tongue around each teat, chewing hard yet playfully
while I tried to muffle the sounds coming from deep inside me. “See, pain can also deliver amazing pleasure”. Slowly she slid her hand down the front of my shorts. My panties were firmly wedged in the crack of my crotch creating a generous camel toe, I was soaked. Amber kissed my stomach and licked my navel as she was guiding me down and onto the heavy cotton carpet on the parlor floor. I wiggled to help her get me out of all my clothes. She wanted me and I needed her to want me even more. I laid back, eyes closed
feeling the electricity of anticipation. My heart raced as I clutched the rug beneath me unable to curb my desire any longer. I was not clean shaven so she gently parted the tufts of curls and quickly found my aching clit. She nibbled at my soft pulpy meat sending intense pulsing through my tremulous body. Reaching up she playfully pinched my nipples as her generous, skillful mouth found the hungry, hollow cavity I wanted filled so desperately. As much as I love cock, the pleasure of a poker hot rod pounding
against me paled in comparison to Amber’s dangerous, throbbing tongue thrusting eagerly into my cunt. Soon I found one of her fingers intensely planted in my asshole. The combination of her sucking my clit, tonguing my crack and fucking my ass caused me to thrash in spasms of ecstasy again and again and again.
Amber stood over me and I watched her unzip her denim shorts dropping them to the floor. My eyes grew large as she spread her legs wide open. “ This is the ultimate piercing for a woman”, she grinned as her hand glided toward her rosy, bulb-shaped clit. There it was a smooth, straight bar of steel trimmed with two sparkling stainless beads. I swallowed hard. My own nipples felt hard enough to cut glass.
My thighs were tingling, my crotch throbbed and I felt lightheaded. She laid down on the floor next to me and purposefully guiding my hand toward her soft, shaven mound. “Just feel me..finger me”, she moaned. I felt the slick signs of her excitement as the lips of her slit yielded and I thrust deeply into her cunt. I leaned into it and found my thumb hitting her jewelry-adorned clit. I glanced up and saw her throw her head back as she bit her lip. I was flying blind and moving solely on the instincts of what
I knew made me feel good. I pressed my face against her crotch and noticed a tattoo near her bikini line. It was a bee hive dripping with sticky honey just as her hot hole was spilling its creamy load out in front of me. I had to taste her, I wanted to drink in her nectar and feel it slid down my throat. Eagerly I licked her clit playing with the bar sliding the beads back and forth. She grabbed my head and pushed my face deeper into her slick hairless pussy. Suddenly Amber arched her back and shuddered. Her
joy juice sprayed down my throat, my face drenched with thick, musky cum.
I rolled over and she climbed on me rubbing her clit over my own. Her hardware bounced off me as she delivered a lingering kiss. I tasted the familiarity of my own cum mixed with hers feeling Amber’s hot breath on my breasts as she licked the beads of sweat that had formed in the thrill of our lovemaking. We came together in a rush of passion that left us both limp with the overwhelming satisfaction which
comes from unbridled lust.
I managed to get dressed pausing briefly at the large mirror hanging next to the oak cabinet. I clearly was both screwed and tattooed. Amber’s lips softly met mine, she whispered, “Remember visiting a tat parlor can become addicting”. I hurried out through the curtain and tried not to meet the gaze of Wayne or the apprentices as I left. Amber paused at the threshold of the shop and slowly licked her lips.
By the next morning, Saturday, I found myself longing to see Amber and not wanting to embarrass myself by seeming too needy, wanted a really good reason to return so soon. I was suddenly ready to take it up a notch. I managed to get two coats of scrubbable country blue on the walls of my sons’ room and touched up the ceiling. Wayne had mentioned since the shop stayed open until 2am on the weekend they
didn’t open until 6. Rather than lose my nerve by the end of the day I became more convinced I would do what I needed to be happy and Brett’s opinion was not even a consideration. My needs had to be met and I knew exactly where that could happen in spades.
Wayne was working on a customer when I arrived about 6:15. Amber was sitting on the couch, her long legs propped up on a table scattered with magazines. She was wearing a short black shirt that barely covered her cunt lips. “Maggie!” she grinned, “haven’t had enough of us yet?” I grinned grabbing my halter top. She jumped up moving past the curtain with me close behind. I paused to pull my top over my
head. My nipples were already fully erect as she wiped them with alcohol. She quietly pushed me back onto the recliner and deftly delivered the most excruciating and exciting pain of my life. The light weight of the hardware surprised me and the sting lingered as I felt blood rush to the sites of the piercing. Amber slid the rings back and forth to be sure they were just right and planted a brief, sweet kiss on each swollen orbs. I reached for and found her bare ass and caressed it. She opened the front of my
jeans and pulled them off. Straddling me she reached into one of the cabinet drawers. She unearthed a two headed rubber dildo. “Tits will be off limits for a while but your crack sure isn’t!” I watched as she rubbed the pleasure probe with oil sliding it deeply into her cunt. Her eyes lit up as she drove the other end of the magic wand into my waiting and wet opening. Leaning back we both thrust our bodies back and forth playing with ourselves. Flicking my clit it swelled between my fingers. My nipples burned.
Amber pulled on her clit ring hard and she yelped. A hot tingle rose into my belly. Deeper and deeper we both slid on the rubber dick until neither one of us could wait any longer. Luscious cum mixed between our legs covering the fake shaft with gooey love honey. Once out of our cunts we licked the rubber prick clean and shared long, sweet kisses with plenty of tongue.
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