Hannah - Sex Stories

Hannah

... nipples when Jeff said that they had to stop now because they were busy. The boys wandered off, very pleased with themselves. “Come on” said Jeff, pulling Hannah onto her feet and into the bait shop. Hannah was confused, why were they going into a bait shop. She soon found out. At the back of the shop was a curtained-off area that said ‘tattoo parlour’. Jeff told her to sit down on a vacant chair. She did so, remembering to open her legs. Jeff went to the counter and spoke again to the clerk, gesticulating to Hannah. The clerk was nodding his head and making notes. He turned the pad around and Jeff made some modifications to his notes. Then Jeff came back to where Hannah and Jimmy were sitting. The clerk was behind the desk ogling Hannah’s cunt. “Come with me” said Jeff. Hannah and Jimmy rose and followed him behind the curtain. There was a big muscled guy in dirty jeans; his bare hairy and tattooed chest covered with an open leather waistcoat Jeff stood in front of Hannah to make it perfectly clear there was to be no discussion. “Strip off” he said. Hannah was dumbfounded. “What is going on?” she asked. “You are going to be tattooed” he said. “Oh no Jeff, please, why are you doing this?” she sobbed. “Because you are mine and I want anyone that sees my slut’s body to know who owns her, so just strip off now and do as I tell you or I walk out of here and out of your life, for ever”. Hannah could not bear the thought of losing her new lover, so she pulled her tight blouse over ...

... her head, releasing her huge tits, then unzipped the little suede skirt, letting it drop to the floor. The tattooist was impressed. He walked up to her and inspected her tits, weighed them in his big hands before feeling her cunt and her arse. He turned her all around before saying. “I can’t work on her with spunk running out of her cunt can I?” he said. Jeff turned to Hannah. “Hannah, get rid of the spunk” he said. Hannah looked around for a toilet. There wasn’t one. Hugely embarrassed she turned slightly away from the tattooist and crouched before sticking her fingers into her pussy and scooping loads of spunk out and licking it off her fingers. She did this about ten times before there was hardly any left, then Jeff made her wipe her thighs with her gypsy top until the tattooist was satisfied. She was given a small cup of something to drink, obviously a relaxant. He told her to lie on her back on a bench-like leather couch. He cleaned a small area on the top of her pubic mound with alcohol and a topical anaesthetic. The drink had made Hannah very woozy, but not completely out of it as the tattooist got going with his tattoo gun, scarily close to her pussy. Hannah was too spaced out to ask Jeff what was being tattooed on her, but it didn’t take long and it wasn’t very painful. Eventually Hannah dared to look down and saw that she had been tattooed with “Jeff’s cunt” on her pubic mound, just above her clitoris. The tattooist moved away, done with his needle. He called Jeff ...