The Tattooist's Tremendous Tool - Sex Stories

The Tattooist's Tremendous Tool

... frenulum jewelry on my tongue, the other two, with his fleshy hood pulled back, now riding an inch or so down his shaft, hitting my lips when I took as much of him as I was capable of. It was only a couple of inches, but it utterly filled my mouth, and he began a slow, shallow thrusting motion, fucking my mouth, which I eagerly accepted. I’m not good at taking a cock down my throat – gag reflex – but I can’t imagine anyone taking his thick length that way.

I was lubricating madly, as I always do when I have a cock in my mouth, and when he slid his fingers between my lips and into me, he groaned, appreciating my arousal.

“Fuck, Rayne, you’re dripping wet!”

“Mmm-hmmm…”

“Can I fuck you?”

“Mmm-hmmm.”

He slid out of my mouth, and I worked my stretched jaw muscles for a moment and licked my lips as I fondled his heavy balls. “Do you need to take the piercings out for that?” Like a lot of tattoo artists, he had numerous tattoos and a significant number of visible piercings as well as hidden ones.

“Not if you don’t want me to. You might enjoy how it feels.”

“Leave them.”

He smiled. “Fuck…” He moved to the foot of the exam table and pulled me toward him so that my butt was slightly over the edge before lifting my legs, resting them against his chest and shoulders. He’d laid his cock across my mound and tummy while he got my legs where he wanted them, but now he took himself in hand and began to slide the tip of his cock up and down between my slippery, ...

... puffy lips, his barbell hitting my clit on the down stroke and the fat head of his cock teasing my opening, pushing and stretching me a bit each time before he slid on past, leaving my eager and willing pussy disappointed each time.

“Stop teasing! I want you in me!”

He grinned. “Yeah, I can tell! Do you always get this wet?”

“Part of that is you; you’re leaking too, you know.”

“I know, but it’s mostly you. I love it!” He held himself against me for a moment, pressing the underside of his fat purple head and his frenulum piercing against my clit as he ground himself on me, and I realized that I was going to come even as the sensations overwhelmed me.

“Ohhh God, oh, God yes, fuck!” I was crying out, my hips pumping and my body thrusting against him, trying to maximize the intense sensations that his hard manhood and steel accessory against my most sensitive place were causing to wash over me, and as I reached the peak of my orgasm, he suddenly thrust forward hard and entered me.

There was a sudden hard pressure, a stinging stretch, an intense burning sensation bordering on pain as his thickness forced me open, but rather than the instinctual reaction to pull away from pain, my body thrust forward to meet him. I was more than ready, copiously lubricated (thank God!), but still, I cried out as the head of his cock and an inch or two of his girthy organ pushed into me, past my tight opening.

When I cried out, he stopped. “You okay?”

“God! You’re so big!”

“I ...