Chapter 115 Vignette 101
The shop was quiet tonight, just the buzz of neon bleeding through the blinds and the faint hum of my machine warming up. She walked in like she was carrying a secret..small frame, big eyes, nervous hands clutching a slip of paper.
She looked hot though.
Dressed in a small leather skirt that clung to her buttocks like the skirt was made with her ass measurement.
And a small bra top that barely covered her large boobs.
“I want this,” she said, sliding the sketch across the counter. A name. A man’s name.
Her man, obviously.
I nodded, no questions. People ink names all the time…love, loyalty, regret waiting to happen.
It wasn’t my place to care.
“Where do you want the tattoo?” I asked, my voice coming out smoother than I intended.
“Up my thighs, near my groins,”
My breath hitched.
"Nice spot.“ I said to myself.
"No, I want it on my ass," she said, almost immediately. "So that he can see it during doggy or some petty little bathroom moment,“ she chuckled.
My breath hitched and I choked in my own breath.
“Can you do that for me?”
“Uhh…"
“Can you? If you can't I can always go to the next tattoo artist,”
"Of course I can, I can.” I said quickly, I didn't want to lose my first customer so early in the day.
“Shouldn't your man be here? Just in case…”
She brushed a strand of hair from her face, blushing.
“It's supposed to be a surprise for his birthday night. I don't wanna ruin it,”
“Oh, I see," I nodded,
I snapped on my gloves, and prepped the machine. Business as usual.
Even though I was already feeling my cock twitch under my trousers.
“Take off your skirt,”
I said casually like I didn't mean any other thing.
I really didn't.
It was strictly business.
Yes I might get hard a little, especially when I touch that soft-looking ass of hers.
When she'd moan from slight pains, when I see her wetness if she gets wet from my touch.
I had handled many other customers on their ass in the past and I did all of them with strict restraint.
I guess I would just apply the same restraint here.
Even though hers was the thickest ass I had ever had in all my years of being a tattoo artist.
She inhaled once.
Deeply.
For air.
“Okayy, I'm kind of nervous.. I have not done anything like this before,” she said, dragging her skirt down.
“The tattoo itself or being tattooed in a private area?” I asked,
“Being tattooed in a private area,” she answered. “I hope I can trust you with my body for a few minutes,”
I smiled, nodding, hoping to keep that trust of hers.
Couldn't promise yet.
Her panties were a G-string. She didn't need to take it off.
I set the bed and she laid on it, her boobs pressed between her and the bed, popping out by the side.
I locked the door, closed the cottons and turned on the light so that she felt secure.
Then I returned to the bed and started drawing on her ass.
I held the skin with one hand, the other hand holding the needle, trying to ink a perfect letter on it.
Then she gasped…too soft, too quick, moving her legs like she wasn’t ready for the pain.
My hand held her thighs. “Relax,” I muttered, voice low, steady.
She tried. God, she tried.
I could feel the effort she was putting in to stop herself from moaning.
I mean…gasping.
Every shift of her breath, every movement of her arms.
I finished with the first letter and wiped her skin to start scribbling the second.
Maybe it was my touch, maybe it was the kiss of the needle on her skin.
I didn't know why but her butt clenched, closing together.
Her ass cheeks moved in my palm.
I told myself it was nothing. Just a normal natural reaction.
I don't mean her butt clenching. I mean the reaction of my cock shifting under my pants.
I continued scribbling, trying to endure what was going on down there.
But the longer I worked, the harder it got to pretend I didn’t notice.
Her skin was hotter now, sweat seeping through her butt pores.
My pulse raced beneath my fingers drumming on her thick ass, I was scared she would feel it.
But then her breath became audible.
Audible enough for me to hear.
Audible enough that my cock got the cue and throbbed harder under my pants.
It was pressing to my waist now…thick and heavy.
I could feel it.
My veins suddenly felt bigger.
I still tried to ignore it.
Continued working.
Continued scribbling on that soft ass that seemed the hardest to resist.
Suddenly she let out a moan.
And immediately, she pressed her lips together like they'd just betrayed her.
I knew she'd been holding that moan for quite some time and that's why she didn't know how they managed to slip past her lips.
I quickly adjusted my hand and shifted her G-string surreptitiously, lifting one of her butt cheeks just enough for me to see what it really looked like. To check for something that wasn't supposed to concern me.
Her wetness.
Damn, her folds were pressed together, her slick all over it.
My breath caught.
I covered her quickly. She didn't notice.
I went on the third letter, scribbling, my mind on her pussy.
Nothing else.
Not even the work.
I reached and held my cock in one of my hands.
So hot and throbbing.
I tried.
I tried very hard to resist.
Tried to complete the work without lashing my client.
I tried not to break her trust.
I tried not to think sexually of my own customer.
And even worse, she had come to scribble her man's name on her ass.
But my brain didn't try enough.
It made it worse.
Everything.
I put my hand in my trousers and held my cock…bare.
The tip.
Damn.
It was leaking already.
I couldn't even control it anymore.
I was fed up.
Fed up with getting so much view of that ass, yet my cock was just there, under my pants, starving and getting harder.
I dropped the ink on the table, then I walked, tiptoeing to the back of the bed where her feet spread.
I could see her cunt from a better view now, the light was just bright enough to make her wet cunt radiate it.
I took out my cock.
Only my cock.
I didn't remove the trousers completely.
Then I climbed on the bed…slowly, trying to be as noiseless as possible.
I straddled her, my cock standing hard and erect between my thighs.
I lifted her G-string and my cock immediately slided between her butt cheeks, straight inside her pussy.
She gasped…moaned.
She didn't turn.
Like she already knew I was there.
Like she wanted it herself.
She was so wet. Extremely.
Her slick soaked up my cock as I pushed it deep inside her.
I breathed a sigh of relief.
She moaned, her hand under her chin, eyes closed.
I gripped her butt cheeks in my gloved hands, slamming my hips inside her ass already.
She gasped with every thrust. With every glide of my cock in her pussy.
I slid my cock out, held her ass cheeks open and pressed my thick cock to her folds again.
It slid inside and I pushed further.
It went deeper this time and I continued slamming with her ass still lifted in my hands.
Her voice shifted from soft gasps to moans. And then louder, like she couldn't hide the intensity anymore.
I pounded her from behind, and went faster. Harder.
I pushed my cock deeper and I felt my tip touch her core.
Her breath hitched.
I groaned and her pussy closed on my cock.
I pushed harder, fucked faster, very deep inside her, pounding her wet hole.
Grinded and stretched the walls as they clenched on my cock.
And then I felt it coming…
My cum.
I breathed and pulled it out of her, stroking my cock as it spilled on the floor.
And that was how I ended up fucking my very own customer.
It wasn't my intention.
Really wasn't.