My name is Bene and I am having a love affair with tattoos and body art. I've been getting them since I was sixteen, when my best friend Candice dared me to get my first one. We were both in high school back then and she still doesn't have a single dot of body art, but I have four, including a back tattoo of The Kraken attacking a Viking ship. My ancestors were Vikings and I've always felt an attraction to Norse mythology and the sexy strength of the shield maidens. Call me nostalgic? Perhaps I just like wild beasts with lots of heads? I'd gone to the Tattoo Lounge to get a new tattoo. This time, one of a spider orchid which was going to start on my upper left shoulder with the leaves just touching my nipple. My breasts are fuller now and my skin silky soft from all that warmed shea butter I love to layer on after lathering myself in the shower. I wanted something fresh and a bit erotic to titillate my senses and add to my pleasure when I stroked my nipples and put on a solo show for my lovers. Today was the day.
MEETI
The man who opened the door was tall and strong, with broad shoulders that promised to crush the breath out of your body when he held you. The tattoos on his body were a mixture of old rudimentary footprints and simple, flying doves done by his college dorm mates and an elaborate artistic dark angel with outspread wings that snaked around his muscular upper arms and shoulder, a demon tail trailing over his upper chest. They told a story of the young man he once was and the older, wiser energy he clearly embraced now. His legs were long and held the same promise of power as his arms and torso. I would need to stand on tiptoe to kiss him, to reach him and I let myself think about that as he reached for his tools and told me to undress and lie down on the table. I did as he said, slowly removing my black lace thong, sheer bra and stockings. It was raining outside and droplets of water fell onto my shoulders, trailing onto my neck. The room was warm and I started to relax as I slid onto the table and its fleecy blanket.
SQUEEZING MY NIPPLES
When his hands touched my breast they were warm, and he began to sketch the basic design onto my skin. This was just the first session and his hands were confident, as his fingertips steadied my shoulder so that he could begin. My breasts felt full and sexy just inches from his face and lips and I could feel his breath on my nipple as he expertly sketched the anthers of the lily as close to my nipple as he could. I could feel the felt tip pen teasing the nerve endings near my nipple and then the sensation of his soft tongue as he started to gently lick my nipple. Breath caught in my throat as his hand held my breast pulling the flesh towards him. His strong arms snaked around my back, stroking the dragon's head on my back tattoo and trailing his fingers into my hair. His tongue slipped and slid over my nipples and he started to suck harder as I arched my back towards him. I realised we weren't alone on the bed as I felt a gentle tongue start lapping at my swollen, engorged clit. I'd never felt such natural slipperiness from a man's tongue. The sensations moved through my whole body as his hands cupped my buttocks, inching me deeper into his soft, warm, mouth.
Then we were three!
A much younger man, blonde and pale, and about 20 years old with soft hair and pale amethyst eyes was giving me one of the best pussy licking sensations I'd ever experienced. His tongue lapped achingly slowly from my slit to my clit and then back down in an s-shape as he reached my slit he lingered in slow circles, thrusting his tongue into me with slow and intentional precision. His tongue thrust harder and harder as the tattoo artist pulled and tugged at the base of my hair as he licked my whole breast like a kitten licks cream. Then in a swift motion he turned me around so I was on my knees. The thrust when it came was hard and reached right up to my core where he pushed deeply until I felt my pussy muscles surrender around his hard cock.
That was when I felt the younger man slide underneath us both and start to lick my desperately pulsating clit slowly and gently and then stop suddenly, leaving his tongue out so I could massage my clit against at a speed and intensity that was all my own. I felt myself edging close and close to orgasm but he wouldn't let me. That was when the older man picked me up, facing him so that my legs wrapped around his waist and lifting me onto his big cock so that it burrowed deep inside me, filling me up. The blonde man started gently teasing my butt open with his fingers still slippery from my pussy juices. When he felt me start to relax and my nerves start to pulse in time with his fingers I felt his smooth, moist cock push into me from behind as I thrust against the other man's cock, my arms around his neck. They held me like this for a while, quite still, until I cried out for them to fuck me, slowly and gently at first and then harder and harder as I became desperate to cum. When I did, I could feel the pulsing and throbbing sensation in both my slit and my anus and I felt myself pulse and throb with the force and pressure of having two cocks inside me so close to each other that I am sure they could feel themselves sliding against each other too. I went back for more tattoo sessions again and again - of course!
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