The Tattooist's Tremendous Tool - Sex Stories

The Tattooist's Tremendous Tool

... up the glove, I tangled my fingers in his long hair and pulled his face to my pussy.

Wrapping his muscular arms around my thighs, he pulled me to him, burying his face in my cunt as he lapped and sucked at my willing and eager sex. My view was the top of his head and broad shoulders, his thick, shiny black hair, and my thighs on either side of his face as he ravaged me with lips and tongue. It wasn’t the view that mattered, though, and I could feel him entering me with his tongue, wiggling it inside of me. More effective was when he was flicking and licking my mini-hardon, the hard ball of his steel tongue piercing jewelry on my sensitive soft parts working exactly as advertised! I came again and again and then again a short time later before he finally lifted his face and looked at me, my juices glistening all around his mouth.

“Will that keep you still for a while?”

When I shook my head no and motioned for him to get closer, he stepped alongside me. As I cupped his bulge in my hand, I reached across with my other hand and grabbed his shirt, pulling him down for a kiss. His face was redolent with the scent of my arousal, his lips hot and slippery with my juices. I licked his lips and chin as I squeezed his balls, and he groaned.

“That probably will hold me for a while, but I don’t trust you to tattoo me with all this tension in your body.”

He helped me unzip and unfasten him, and when I tugged his pants down enough to free his erection and his heavy, swollen ...

... balls I know I gasped out loud. “My God, Todd!”

He wasn’t huge lengthwise, perhaps six inches or a little over, but my estimation may have been skewed by his girth; his was easily the thickest cock I’d ever encountered, and when I wrapped my hand around it my fingers missed meeting by over an inch – and I have long fingers! It explained the impressive bulge, his worn green scrubs pants struggling to hide his hefty dimensions.

“You’re huge!”

“I’m not that big.”

“You’re kidding, right? That’s the thickest cock I’ve ever seen!”

“Well, yeah, I guess I am pretty thick.”

“You guess…” I pulled him to me and licked the tip of his cock, which was peeking out from beneath his fleshy – and pierced – foreskin. He was so aroused that he’d been leaking precum, and he was salty and slippery, the musk of his arousal enflaming my senses, and I could feel my sex clenching with desire, wanting to feel the stretch of his girthy member filling me.

“You want me to take my piercings out?”

“Do you need to?” He had a stainless-steel barbell through his foreskin above and another below the head of his cock, and when I pulled back, retracting his foreskin, they rode up along the top and underside of his thick shaft – and revealed a third, piercing his frenulum, that delicate web of skin just beneath his narrow slit.

“No, they’re fine, but I can if they bother you.”

“No.” I had to open my mouth wide to slip my lips over the fat plum of his cock head, and I could feel his ...