Post Op, Ergo Procter Op? - Sex Stories

Post Op, Ergo Procter Op?

... a try!”

Ms. Lucy was a dummy with a foam belly. Eric carefully followed the instructions, although he’d seen it done on YouTube. In fact, he had jerked off to an example piercing on YouTube. He could hardly believe that soon, he’d be piercing them daily.

“Very good!” said the parlour owner, “You are a natural!”

*

Anna was nineteen. She was tall and rake-thin. She wore blue jeans, a blouse and a black leather jacket. Her hair was long, brown and artificially curled. Her face was beautiful.

“Hi! I’m Eric. I’ll be doing your piercing today. Navel, is it?”

“Yes please.”

“Just relax. It won’t hurt much, I promise!”

“Thank you!”

And with that, Anna lifted up her blouse. And there it was. A little dimple of a thing. She hardly had one at all. It was more a slight impression on the skin.

“So, I’ll just add some sterilizer.”

He took the wet wipe and, his fingers almost trembling with desire, Eric rubbed it around her belly. He was desperate to touch it with his flesh, to press into her button and stroke it with his fingers, but he was smart enough to restrain himself and not to creep her out. When the site was clean, he added the numbing cream. While they waited for it to work, he asked,

“Can I interest you in a tattoo while you are here?”

“Ha! Not today, thanks! I had my leg done. But my boyfriend doesn’t like it, so I said no more!”

“If you’d like a second opinion from a professional, I’d be happy to give you one! An opinion, that ...

... is!”

Anna laughed and said, “Ok.”

Eric knew he couldn’t move a muscle as she pulled her trousers down to expose her thigh. There was a tattoo of a spider web and a spider in the middle. It wasn’t very good, and it didn’t suit the vibe she gave off, but it was hot seeing her thighs.

‘That is badass!” he pronounced admiringly.

“Thanks!” she said, giggling.

“That should be enough time for the numbing cream to work,” he told her.

Eric reached for the needle. Anna’s belly was so lovely, it almost felt a shame to desecrate it. Eric, on some level, felt he’d be breaching the rules of the garden of Eden by desecrating the perfection of God’s work. But she was the paying customer. He pierced her skin, watching a thin trickle of blood run out, threaded the needle through her flesh, and then pulled it out the other side.

That night, in his bed, he closed his eyes and pictured himself kissing that navel. He whispered,

“Oh, Anna, you have the loveliest tummy!”

“Would you like to fuck it?” she said.

“Yes!”

Eric pictured himself pressing his cock into Anna’s belly button. And, extraordinary to see, his penis was carving her a new, deeper one. One even more pleasing to the eye than the one she had. Just a little deeper…

“I’ve always wanted someone to fill it with cum,” he imagined her saying.

“I will, sweetheart. I will.”

In his mind’s eye, he pictured her sat in the piercing chair, her navel alluringly exposed, and himself standing over her, looking down and ...