Madeleine’s tattoo is meant to send a very special message to her boyfriend – and anyone else who sees it.
The shop’s not one of those sleazy backstreet joints, intermingled with porn and dirty book shops; Anna’s Art is reputable, positioned between a diamond jeweller’s and an expensive clothing boutique on the main high street. Still, I know it’s going to be a little different from your traditional tattoo parlour.
“May I help you?” asks the receptionist, as Michael and I enter.
“I’m here for a ten o’clock appointment. Madeleine Connelly.”
She runs a scarlet painted nail down the page of the open book on her desk. “You’ll be in room two. Do you want to go in alone or will your friend be accompanying you?” she smiles warmly at Michael.
I feel the heat flush my face. “My friend will be watching… I mean accompanying me.”
Her smile widens. “Great. Just great. Won’t you both follow me?”
I steal a glance at Michael, nerves suddenly rippling through my body. He gives me an encouraging wink before I inhale a shaky breath and follow the receptionist through the door at the back of the room.
I instinctively watch the side-to-side swing of the receptionist’s tight arse as she walks along in front of me. Then she pushes open the door and we step inside.
The tattoo artist and her assistant are beautiful. Their naked bodies glisten beneath the candlelight, their eyes fiendishly excited as they study us with open curiosity. One is blonde, the other brunette. The brunette steps forward and touches a hand to Michael’s arm.
“Why don’t you make yourself comfortable?” she says, leading him to a velvet daybed. “Anna will prepare Madeleine for her adornment.”
My eyes briefly lock with Michael’s before I am aware of Anna slowly snapping open the buttons on my shirt. I then step out of my jeans and ease off my thong, before lying back on the leather table.
“Oooh, what a beautiful, beautiful pussy. May I?”
I have no idea what she is asking so I just nod. She licks her lips before plunging at least two fingers deep inside me. I gasp and grip the edges of the bed. She pushes in and out, in and out. Her eyes level with mine the entire time.
“Madeleine, you’re soaking wet, sweetie. I’ll need you dry before I can get to work,” she breathes against my ear. “Shall we sort this little problem out first?”
“What do you mean?” I pant.
“I don’t like any client of mine to be left unsatisfied,” she says, pulling her fingers out of me with a delicious pop.
I glance over at Michael, who is now butt naked with the brunette sitting silently beside him. Her hand is laid casually on his muscled thigh as they both watch me and Anna. My eyes wander over his rock-hard cock and her erect and quivering nipples. This is my show and I am the star. I feel impossibly powerful.
Turning back to Anna, I smile softly. Anna circles the bed, her finger drawing a line down my face, my neck, around the curve of my tits and down my stomach. I am trembling by the time she reaches my navel and scores a line through my open lips to graze my clit. I hear a groan to my left and turn my head. The brunette is on her knees between Michael’s open legs. His fingers are tangled in her hair as he pushes her head up and down on his cock. She is moaning and groaning as she sucks, her open c**t glistening in front of my eyes.
Michael nods his head at me and I turn to Anna who is avidly watching them as she grips her mammoth tits in her hands. I clear my throat.
“Aren’t I paying you for a service?” I ask, my voice suddenly strong and demanding. She steps forward and immediately clamps her mouth to my open pussy. My delighted scream bounces off the walls. I push my fingers into her hair as she licks and sucks, grinds her tongue deeper and deeper inside of me. Michael’s face is flushed as his eyes meet mine and I know he is at the point of no return. I grin as he bucks against her face and then explodes. She doesn’t miss a drop.
I lift Anna’s head from my pussy. “I want to taste you too,” I say.
She scrambles to her feet and my body moulds deeper into the leather as she climbs on top of me. Excitement rushes through me on a tidal wave as I look at her delicious pussy hovering above my face, the same way her face is hovering above mine. Her mouth begins its feast at the same time I begin mine. She tastes hot in my mouth and I have to lap up the moisture just to find her hardened nub. She writhes on my face as I lift my hips. The thought that Michael is watching this is pushing me towards the finishing line in much quicker time than I really wish for, but when I feel her push something inside of me, the game is over.
The dildo that her assistant has passed her is big and thick, it slides inside me like it has always belonged there. My orgasm comes hard and fast, my screams muffle against her pussy as my cum floods into her mouth.
“Thank you,” I pant as Anna climbs back down, a pleased smile on her face. “When this is finished I’m going to do the same for you.”
An hour later, I am once more spread-eagled on the bed as Anna finishes off my tattoo. She puts down the needle with a flourish.
“What do you think?”
I lift myself onto my elbows and look down at my cunny. “It’s beautiful.”
She grins as she passes the needle to her assistant. “Simple, yet effective.”
“Now I want to thank you properly. Michael?”
He comes up behind her and grips those gorgeous tits in his hands, circling and pinching the nipples. He gently pushes her forward and leans her over the bed, as she gazes longingly at my open pussy.
“Fuck her, Michael.”
“Yes!” she shouts as my man rams his cock deep inside her.
I rub frantically at my clit as he fucks her. Her tits swing back and forth in front of me and I tattoo the memory on my brain. I am going to come again, I can feel it building, but something is missing. Her assistant. Where is the assistant?
I look left and right. She is lying on the day bed, her own legs spread wide open as she pushes a big, fat dildo in and out of her pussy. I smile to myself.
I lift up and stroll over to her. Her eyes widen with delight when she sees me. I lean over and take the dildo from her hands. “Allow me.”
She sighs and lifts her arms above her head. I plunge it in and out while my mouth works feverishly at her swollen clit. I hear Anna’s orgasm as Michael finishes his hard work. My own juices are running warm down my legs as the assistant begins to buck against my face. Just as her shudders recede, Michael enters me and I know I’m back where I belong. I bite down on my bottom lip as he moves deeply and lovingly inside me.
He presses a kiss to my shoulder. “Tell me, darling.”
“What?” I gasp.
“What does the tattoo say?”
“Michael’s pussy – for sharing and enjoying,” I say, smiling wickedly.
And then we both explode, knowing we’ll be doing this all over again, and again and again.
