Helen 10. In the Tattoo Parlour - Sex Stories

Helen 10. In the Tattoo Parlour

... Normally she would have picked her up on such an obviously horny thing to say, but Helen took her work seriously, and for the next forty minutes or so she only had room in her mind for that tattoo. Everyone was pretty quiet, apart from the usual small talk. Nonetheless, every time Helen looked up, the blond was looking at her, a sly smile playing around her lips. Increasingly it became an effort to concentrate... Helen finally finished, applying some cream and the regular dressing. She gave the usual advice about after-care, and waited to see if anything developed. She didn't have to wait long. “ Have you got any tats?” the girl asked (Helen noticed she was in no hurry to get dressed). “ Sure,” she replied, “but only one.” “ Can we see it?” “ Sure,” Helen replied. Helen unzipped her little black skirt and let it fall. She stepped out of her sandals and stared at the girl and the two lads in turn. Then she put her fingers inside her red lace panties and slowly dropped them. She stood there naked from the waist down, proudly displaying her completely shaven pussy with the snake tattoo. Right away she noticed the look in the girl's eyes: she had seen that look a thousand times, the one which says, I want you. As sure as a passage of Palestrina counterpoint her own sensations answered it: she felt the muscles around her vagina suddenly relax and drop. She knew what was about to happen, and she relished it with a sweet delight. Helen removed her top and unhooked her bra; she was ...

... now completely naked. “You'd better lock the door” she ordered the guy who had closed the curtain. “Didn't you say you had another tat?” she asked the girl. “Yes, I have,” the girl said, and immediately unzipped her denim shorts, letting them drop to the floor. She wasn't wearing any knickers. Her exposed and fully-shaven cunt had a woman's mouth inked on it with the words kiss me. She stood there like some tattooed Venus, slim but curvy, her juices glistening between the lips of her half-open love-crack, her left breast incongruous with its white dressing. “ Do her!” said one of the guys (the least inarticulate of the two). Helen felt filled up with sexual desire. She wanted to do everything with these three-especially with the girl, and she wanted to be watched. Above all, she wanted to taste, feel and smell her... and to make her cum. To begin, Helen approached her and knelt down at her feet. She opened her up and used her tongue and fingers on her. Helen thought to herself, I don't know what it is, but I never get tired of sex with girls; no matter how many cunts and arses I go down on, I can't get enough. Every one is new. The girl soon began to moan and pant, so Helen stopped, not wanting to make her cum too soon; but the girl was beside herself with raw naked lust. She closed her eyes and ran her fingers roughly through Helen's hair, while she said, “I want you to open your mouth.” Helen did what she was told immediately. The blond girl dribbled heavily into her open ...