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Tattoo Me

The studio was small, really just one big room, with a barber chair and a metal table, separated from the front by a curtain. It was late in the day. I was her last appointment.

Sitting in the lobby I had no idea what kind of tattoo I wanted but I had made up my mind to get one.

I definitely wanted Phoenix to tattoo me.  She had at least a dozen tattoos. She had given most of them to herself. She did work for people all over the city. She did work for my best friend.

I had no idea what any of those tattoos looked like… all I knew was that Phoenix was the most stunning woman I had ever seen and I wanted a session with her.

A session, it sounded naughty. I was going nuts. I couldn’t decide whether to get a Steelers logo tattooed on me, or a guitar, or some trendy Chinese saying or fucking Optimus Prime or pictures of naked women or what. God. I kept thinking about sex.

I heard the buzz of her tattoo gun stop and I lifted my head. The girl before me would be getting up and leaving soon. I would need to decide on what type of tattoo I would get. I closed my eyes and tried to envision my arm with a cool tribal band, or something.

I heard the door close.

“I’m just gonna lock the front door,” Phoenix said. “Why don’t you go and sit in the chair.”

“Will do,” I said.

I stood up and turned to go in the back of the studio, but I didn’t move.

I stood still watching her walk to the front door. Watching her ass in that tight black skirt, her long dark hair falling halfway down her back, covering her back shoulders. I wanted to come up behind her, push her against the door, lock it, move my hand up underneath her skirt and kiss the back of her neck. Phoenix locked the front door, turned around and saw me standing like a statue, staring at her. She smiled when she saw my hard on and I turned around instantly and stumbled quickly to the tattoo chair and sat down.

She stopped at the front desk and pressed a button on the phone.

“So what kind of tattoo do you want?” she asked.

“The usual kind,” I said.

She laughed briefly and replied “You’re kind of a goofball, you know that.”

“I’m Mike,” I said.

“Phoenix,” she told me, extending her hand.

“I know,” I said. “You did some work on my buddy, that’s why I came here.”

“To get your ‘usual’ tattoo?” she asked.

“Yeah, I was gonna get an abnormal tattoo, but I didn’t want to be a weirdo,” I said.

“Do you have any idea what you would like?” she asked.

“Not really,” I said. “Although, I like that piece on your arm, can I see that?”

“Sure,” she said. “It’s a mid-evil inspired piece. A warning sign of types”

“I like the shading, and the stark lines,” I said. “What else do you have? Would you mind showing me some of your other tattoos.”

“I’ve got 8 other tattoos. 3 on my back, 2 on my wrists, 1 on my chest, 1 on my stomach and 1 on my inner thigh,” she said, as she turned around and kneeled in front of me.  She was gorgeous. Dark hair, about 5 foot 10 in heels, a face of lust and intelligence, and she was wearing a short black skirt and a low cut black top with spaghetti straps. She had miles of mouthwatering skin, I wanted to taste her curves with my tongue, hair ass was small and tight and her skirt clung to it like Saran Wrap. My eyes were glued to it again as she kneeled down in front of me. “Just move my hair and you’ll see the tattoos on my back, unless the straps get in the way. Then I can take my top off.”

“I’m… um…. sure they won’t get in the way. I let you know,” I said.

She had some nice work on her shoulder blades, connecting behind her neck and extending behind her shirt. It was two eagles standing on something but I couldn’t tell exactly.

“And there’s a tattoo on my lower back, right above my ass,” Phoenix said.

“I noticed earlier,” I said. “But I would like to see this on at your shoulders first,” I said, slowly sliding the straps down her shoulders.

My fingertips nustled into her biceps, slowly creeped up and my palms pressed down against her shoulders, as I kissed the back of her neck.

Phoenix sighed slightly and told me to keep going and my cock grew 10 times harder. I kept massaging her shoulders and my fingers went down her chest and inside her shirt.

Kissing her cheek my fingers traced her nipples, which began to get harder and harder.

“Why don’t you look at the tattoos on my chest and my stomach?” Phoenix said, standing up, turning around a pulling her shirt off over her head.

My fingertips explored her chest, as my tongue aimed for her stomach then moved up to her nipples. Then I sat back to see her tattoos.

“What are you doing,” Phoenix said. “You don’t want a tattoo.”

She grabbed my hand and put it between her legs, pressing my fingers against her clit. I could feel her pussy was warm and wet, and I wanted to taste it. She started using my hand as if it was her toy. She moved her panties to the side and put my fingers inside her. Her pussy was hot and moist. She moaned when my fingers went inside her. Two fingers in her, while my thumb pressed against her clit, I began sucking on her breasts and she put her hands through my hair.

My cock was throbbing. My fingers were working faster inside her cunt, working to make her cum, dying to feel her cum on my fingertips.

“Cum for me,” I said.

“Jesus, yes,” she yelled out. “I’m so close. Please make me cum.”

My fingers slowed, pressed harder, building friction against her clit, and I spread her pussy and put my fingers in deeper.

“Tell me when you’re cumming,” I said.

“I’m cumming now, I’m cumming,” she moaned out, her legs shaking and squeezing together, pinning my hand between her thighs.

I stood up and kissed her, then spun her around and bent her over the chair.

“I want to see that tattoo on your lower back,” I said, Pulling her skirt down around her ankles. I gripped her ass and spread the cheeks. My fingers went inside the waisteband of her black thong. My hand traveled around the front of her body and I gave her clit a pinch. She squeaked out and I tore her panties off.

“I think I do want a tattoo,” I told her. “On my cock, maybe a nice large totem pole. Why don’t you evaluate my cock and give me your expert opinion.”

I smacked her ass, and put her in the chair. Held her arms against the armrest and put my tongue inside her sweet pussy. I nibbled on the glistening lips of her pussy, then let her arms go and moved my hands to her breasts.

My head buried in her pussy, she wrapped her legs around my head and I squeezed her breasts. I kissed her thighs, sucked on her clit and stared up at her as she tossed her head back and yelled “You fucker. Stop. Stop already,” and she released my head from between her thighs. “Give me your cock. I’m gonna tattoo it with my teeth.”

“That sounds dangerous,” I said.

“It’s gonna make you explode,” she said.