The Tattooist's Tremendous Tool - Sex Stories

The Tattooist's Tremendous Tool

... If he’s pissed it will be because he wasn’t here to share the experience, or even get nice, warm sloppy seconds.”

“You’re shittin’ me…”

“No, I think he probably assumed, with us doing something so intimate, that this might happen. He was actually more pissed when I got that first tattoo, the honu you did, because I didn’t ask him if it was okay first and he’s always hated them on women. Now he kind of likes them, thanks to Gina and her collection, and he’s been fascinated with the progress of the butterflies.

He was moving very subtly inside of me as his cock slowly softened. It was an unconscious thing, I think, his cock someplace warm and wet and tight and it felt good for him to move it and enjoy the sensations; I was enjoying it too, so I didn’t mention it.

He asked, “Would you mind coming back to finish up that butterfly? It’s getting late, and I still have some color to fill in; plus I want to add a little to the one above it and do some final shading so they’re perfect.”

“Can we fuck again?”

“What, now?”

“No, when I come back… unless you’re ready now, of course!”

“No, I’m not! Good lord, woman. But yes, sure, I’d love that.” He slid slowly out of me, leaving me feeling stretched and empty as cum trickled down my ass crack. I reached for my panties as he looked at his computer screen for a moment. “Late in the day again, say, next Thursday?”

“Yeah, that’s fine.” I was trying to slip into my panties, still mostly in a reclined position, while ...

... trying not to squeeze all of his cum out of me – with only partial success.

He looked at me. “You want to clean up first?”

“And spoil all my husband’s fun?”

“You’re serious!”

“I am, yeah. He loves it, the kinky fucker, but luckily so do I.”

Without me asking, he stepped forward and helped me with my panties, allowing me to get them situated without squeezing my tummy muscles and causing a gush. I knew they’d be soaked in cum before I got home, with it leaking out of me, but that was okay, especially considering all the wet cum stains on my shirt where he’d overshot; I had no way to hide any of that, so I wouldn’t be stopping for any groceries on the way.

He said, “Doesn’t that make you a kinky fucker too?”

I laughed. “I guess it does, yeah. A match made in heaven.”

He was still hanging out the front of his pants, his semi-hard cock drooping all rubbery and thick over his chunky ball sack, dropping an occasional white drop of cum seepage onto the floor. Once I got my shorts fastened and my wet shirt tugged down, I dropped to my knees to suck and lick him clean, enjoying the taste and feel of our love juices.

Once I had him all spic and span, I leaned back to admire his thick, fancy, bejeweled manhood. “I can’t get over how fucking thick you are! That was amazing inside.”

“I was afraid I’d hurt you; I’m usually more careful than that, but you just seemed so… ready.”

I laughed. “Oh, I was! It was a little intense those first few seconds, but after ...