6 comments/ 59733 views/ 10 favorites The Tattoo Parlor By: heatround I was very excited because I was going to get my very first tattoo. I waited until I was twenty four before I decided to get inked for the first time. Mainly because I was a daughter of a minister and had a job as a professional swimsuit model and both of them frowned on tattoos. But I had reached a point in life where I wasn't going to be ruled by others and a tattoo is something I had always wanted. It was late as I walked into the tattoo parlor in the center of town, away from my suburban home, so no one I knew would see me. The only person that was working that night was a cute girl with pink hair and dark horned glasses. Her eyes were deep and piercing and she smiled at me with her red painted lips. As I reached the counter she was behind, she stood up to meet me. She was about five foot four, wearing a pink tank top that barely held her huge breasts in, and a black pleated mini-skirt that was so short it didn't cover the tops of her black and pink stripe stockings. "Can I help you?" She asked me with a smile on her face. "Yes I would like to get my first tattoo. My friend Susan told me that an artist named Christine is who I wanted to work on me." I replied. "Well girl, you found her." She said as she halved bowed. "Great, is it too late to get a tattoo?" I asked. She looked up at the clock and saw that it was fifteen minutes before ten, then turned back to me and said, "Well normally I close a ten, but since you are a friend of Susan and this is your first tattoo, I will make an exception for you." She locked the door so no other customers would come into the store and asked if I knew what I wanted. I handed her a piece of paper with a drawing of a Celtic cross to her that I drew myself. "Nice work, you should come work for me!" She said studying the picture. "So where on your body should I put this on?" She asked. For a moment I drew a blank. I told her that I was a swimwear model and I couldn't just have the tattoo put on me anywhere. "I know a perfect place to put your ink on!" She said excitedly. "I can put it on your pubic mound! That way the only people that would know you had a tattoo is me, you and anyone that past third base with you!" I laughed at her corny joke but thought that would be a great place because she was right about who would be able to see the tattoo. She had me come around the counter and took me to one of the private rooms she had in the shop. Once we got in the room she shut the door and set her work station up. A few minutes had past, she finished setting her tattoo gun up, put different colored ink into small thimble sized containers and was ready to start working on me. "Okay sweetie, I will need you to remove your pants and panties, and then lie on your back on the table there," She said as she pointed to a padded table in the middle of the room. Being a little nervous I hesitated. Sensing how nervous I was, Christine smiled and assured me that everything was going to be fine and tattoos don't hurt as bad as people let on. "It isn't the pain I'm worried about... It's just that I have never had a woman being so close to my.... Well you know?" I explain to her. She laughed and said, "Sweetie do you know how many, 'you knows', I have worked around?" She asked me. She followed up with, "Just relax and everything will be fine." I felt a lot easier and took off my pants and panties. Then I lied on the table and excitedly waited to get my tattoo. Christine put on a pair of rubber gloves and began to work on me. She explained everything that she was doing and why it had to me done. First she used soap to clean the area she was going to work on, which was an odd but kind of pleasant feeling, which sent shivers to race through my body and my pussy to become a little wet. After she cleaned the spot she pulled out a razor and shaved my already smooth mound and placed a stencil on the site she was going to tattoo, so she knew where to put the ink in me. Again I felt shivers race from my pussy and throughout my body. "Okay sweetie, I need you to slide to the edge of the table and spread your legs for me." She instructed me. I did what was told of me while she sat on a small stool in between my legs. "Okay you are going to feel a little pin pricks." She said as the buzzing of her tattoo gun began. At first it stung like hell, but than I began to kind of like the mixture of pain and the vibrations of her gun. The combine feelings made my clit tingle with excitement. While Christine worked on my tattoo, we chatted about all sorts of things. We talked about what got her started in the tattoo field, how I got into modeling and just overall casual conversation. She even took off her blouse to show me her Japanese style tattoo that covered her whole left arm. After showing me her tattoo, she asked me if it would be alright to leave her top off while she worked on me, saying something about being hot and didn't want to get ink on her shirt. While she worked further on my tattoo in her white laced bra she asked, "So are you seeing anyone?" "No, a matter of fact it has been awhile since I had a date." I replied. "Really? A sexy girl like you? I would have thought that some guy would want to be with you!" She said in disbelief. "Ugh, most guys I meet are models and total pigs. They either just want a quick fuck, or they are so stuck on themselves that I think they would rather have sex with themselves, let alone know how to please a woman." I told Christine. "Okay we are all done here." She said as she put the tattoo gun onto the table beside her, and handed me a small mirror so I could see the finished tat. "Wow it looks great!" I said excitedly. "Good, I'm glad you like it. Let me get you cleaned up." She said as she reached for a towel. She sprayed a cool mist of rubbing alcohol over the mound of my pussy and began to wipe it clean. She softly used the towel to remove the ink from my mound and pussy, pay a lot of attention to make sure none of the ink was still in the folds of my lips. I could feel Christine's hot breath washing over my swelling clit and her fingers parted my pussy lips while she cleaned me up. With her cleaning me, small chills raced through my body causing my nipples to grow stiff as I became very excited from her touch. My aching pussy began to leak, and I had a feeling that Christine knew what she was doing to me. "Well from the looks of the mess you are making down here, I can tell it has been a long time since anyone pleased you." She said while she put the towel on the table but still traced the outline of my begging hole with her fingers. More turned on than embarrassed, I looked into her eyes and said, "It has been awhile...." Christine smiled back at me and slid her fingers to my clit. "Maybe I should give you the manager's special." She said. "What would that be?" I asked as a small gasp escaped from my lips as she used her fingers to flick at my clit. "It's hard to explain, I would just have to show you." She said coyly. Then I watch her head lower in between my legs and towards my soaking pussy. Her hot breath was the first thing I felt, and then her soft full lips brushing against my sensitive pussy lips. She softly kissed me, taking time to tease my clit. And then, without warning, the tip of her firm, hot tongue ran from the bottom of my slit to the top, where my swollen clit was. "Oh Fuck!" I moaned out while my legs spread out more for her hot mouth. While Christine's licked and nibbled on my throbbing clit, she pushed a finger inside of me and moved it in a "come hither" motion, stroking my G-spot. This caused my pussy to pour and cover Christine's face. "Fuck yes!!! Eat my pussy!" I screamed out from Christine's talented fingers and tongue. Christine moans were muffled by my burning slit as she face fucked me. Her moans caused vibrations to tickle my clit and sent chills to cover my body. I was so turned on by Christine at this time I wouldn't have cared if I was being watched, not even by my friends and co-workers. I sat up from the table, wrapped my legs around her back drawing her in closer to me, and grabbed the back of Christine's head to help guide her to the spots I wanted her to lick. "Jesus fucking Christ!!" I yelled while my body began to shake, as I felt my pussy begin to cum on Christine's tongue. As I came, my pussy gush a river of cum and sprayed everywhere, nearly drowning poor Christine. Her face was covered in my sticky, sweet cum. I watched my hot nectar drip off her chin and onto her huge chest. She stood up from the stool she was sitting on and removed her skirt and black panties that she wore. Then she kissed her way up my body pushing me up the padded table. Once she had me where she wanted, she turned her body while on top of me so her completely bare pussy was just a breath away from my hot mouth. My tongue stretched out and spread the wet folds of her tight slit. Her pussy was musky and sweet as I licked and drank her juices that poured out of her. She had begun to finger my ass hole with her slender finger while she tongued my dirty, cum soaked clit. Having her fingering me as she ate my pussy was too much for me to handle as I came for a second time that night. I cummed so hard from her mouth and anal probing finger, that I flooded the table we were on and my juices spilled onto the floor. "Holy shit! I'm going to cum!" Christine screamed out as I ate her pussy faster. She pressed her hips down on my lips and began to grind herself hard against them. I felt her pussy grow wetter on my chin as she began to shake from her growing orgasm. She cried out one more time as she began to cream my face with her sweet, gooey cum. We both came and shook for several minutes, until Christine turned herself around so we were face to face and kissed me deeply. While we kissed, she placed one of her legs between my legs so our hot pussies were touching each other's and she began to rock her hips against my still dripping gash. She pushed hard against my clit with hers and our combined cum made them slide together easily. The softness of the folds of her smooth pussy, with the hardness of her swollen clit rubbing against my clit caused me to be a filthy whore that night. I grabbed onto her tight ass and helped her fuck me harder as I met her thrusts with my own. Her hot gooey pussy grew wetter with each stroke of her hips, as so did my own soaking fuck hole. "That's it, fuck me hard bitch!" I cried out as I grew close to cumming again. I think me talking dirty to her really turned her on, because her eyes rolled back into her head and she moaned out loudly from another orgasm building inside of her. With her on top of me, rubbing our clits together, Christine had pushed me over the edge. My pussy quivered as I began to spray my hot, wet cum all over Christine's hungry hole and down the crack of my ass. "Fuck... fuck... fuck...fuck..." Where the only words Christine could say as she began to cum on top of me. While she came she kissed me, bit at my neck and shook uncontrollably. She slid off my body and fell onto the floor still shaking. I crawled off of the table and held her close to me, softly caressing her body. Christine gathered herself and kissed me softly on the lips and then asked me, "I hope you liked the special?" I smiled. "So much so, I want to see what other specials you have." I said then chuckled at my own bad joke. Christine was good for her word and gave me all sorts of "specials" that night. Six months since that night I quit my job as a swimsuit model and started a new career as a fetish model, specializing in erotic tattoos. I found out I could make more money and I got to see Christine two to three times a week to get either a new tattoo or one of the older tats freshen up. She still gives me the manager's special every time I see her and even some times has a friend help her with the 'job'. The End The Tattoo Parlor Visit It's a sunny afternoon as I walk into the tattoo studio. I was thinking I'd just pop in for a quick visit and to have Felix check my newest tattoo. I was surprised to see the place empty. When I called out a hesitant hello, Felix popped his head out of his workroom upstairs to answer me. He called me upstairs as he greeted me. I asked him why it was so quiet in the studio and he told me everyone was taking a late lunch and he didn't have another appointment for another 2 hours. I told him why I was there and reached over to give him a hug. He gave me a tight squeeze and held me for a bit. We grinned at each other and he let out a little chuckle. Since it had also been awhile since my nipple piercing, he asked how it was going. I told him it felt fine, no problems and that my husband loved it. I also told him how much more sensitive my nipple was which was saying a lot. He laughed over that one. Before I lost my nerve I asked him if he wanted to see it and of course he said yes. I closed the door to his workroom so no one would walk in if they came back from lunch early and turned to him as I slipped my shirt off over my head. His eyes lit up as I undid the front clasp of my red lacy bra. I saw his eyes zero in on my pierced left nipple and he licked his lips. I noticed the slight bulge beginning to grow in his jeans. He reached over to touch my warm breast and lightly caressed my nipple which stood at attention proudly with the silver metal hoop in it. I put my hand over his as he cupped my breast and held it there tightly. Taking his eyes from my breast he looked up to me as I smiled at him. I leaned over towards him and our lips met. The kiss seemed to last forever. Now both my nipples were erect and hard; so was his cock. I reached down with my other hand and pressed it against the front of his pants and he let out a slight moan. With his right hand still on my left breast I reached up to wrap my arms around his neck as he pulled me tightly to him for another deep kiss, our tongues probing each others mouths. I pushed him gently away from me and reached down to unzip his jeans; looking into his eyes I slipped his jeans down to his ankles, releasing his hardening cock. "Yummy" escaped from my lips. I made him sit on the edge of the seat he has his patrons use when he tattoos and grabbed his wheeled stool and sat down in front of him. I wanted to be comfortable as I pleased him with my mouth. He looked at me with question in his slightly glazed eyes. I told him not to worry about my husband. This was something I wanted to do and something hubby ordered me to enjoy. I leaned over his hard cock and took him into my mouth. He let out a slight groan as I wrapped my hot tongue around his cock. I wanted to tease him until he begged me to let him cum. I used the tip of my tongue on the underside of his large, dark cock, tickling him and making him even harder. He grabbed my head to bring my mouth down over him but I backed off and shook my head. I told him if this was going to happen, and it most definitely was, then it was going to happen in my own sweet time and for him to just relax and enjoy it. He let out a sigh and released his hands from my head. I proceeded to enjoy his beautiful cock and started licking it and stroking him with my tongue and lips. I caressed his balls with my fingers and with his cock in my hot mouth as looked up into his dark eyes. The look on his face was one of pure pleasure and lust. I returned my attention to his cock and started to take him deep into my throat. I could feel his hardness throbbing in my mouth and with all the attention I was giving him. I knew he couldn't last much longer. I backed off a bit and just amused myself by running my tongue around the velvety, purple head of his cock and running my nails along his thighs. His moans were getting a little louder and figuring his employees would be returning soon, I thought I would end his suffering and started taking him deep into my mouth and throat again. This time when he wrapped his hands in my hair I didn't pull away, I just sucked on him harder and moving a little faster. Sneaking a peek up at his face I saw his eyes were glazed as he watched me. He whispered that he was close to cumming. I picked up my speed and intensity, wrapping my hand snuggly around the base of his cock. It felt like a hot piece of iron in my hand, he was so hard. Suddenly he leaned his head back and groaned and I got my first taste of his hot cum and he started to release his load into my eager mouth. I backed off a bit so he could shoot his hot cum into my mouth and over my face as he watched. His cum tasted so good as spurt after spurt landed on my tongue, with the last of it covering my face and some on my breasts. I scooped his cum off breasts with my fingers; licking them clean while he watched me. The look of amazement on his face was priceless. I asked him if he was okay and all he could do was nod with a big smile on his face. With a deep breath he said he never felt better. I giggled as he grabbed my hand to pull me towards him. While standing between his knees he gave me a wonderful kiss and held me tight, pressing my breasts against his chest. He held me close and told me I was beautiful. I just grinned into his eyes and told him thank you, he wasn't so bad looking himself. We both laughed at that and I stood back to fix my bra and replace my shirt and he stood up and pulled his jeans back up. While he was zipping up we heard the sounds of his employees returning to the studio. What timing! Felix wanted me to stay a while to talk but I said I had to go. I knew hubby would want to hear what happened in detail. I told him I would be back soon but that I really enjoyed myself today. He said to hurry back and that my next tattoo was on the house. I said that wouldn't be necessary, I would think of a way to pay him for his "services" next time. I can't wait.