Back a few years ago, I started seeing ass tattoos every where. I, myself have several tattoos so it’s become something of an addiction. My time lines are filled with inspiration for the next one and for some reason, I started getting lots of posts come up of pictures of women with intricate designs on their hip going to the butt cheek, sometimes down the thigh even. I had to admit, it was really sexy and I wanted one. Once I found the picture of a line drawn flower design, I called up my tattoo artist and made the appointment.
I walked into the shop and was greeted by Teddy. Most of my work of previous tattoos are from him so, I have a great amount of faith in his abilities. He walked me over to a table with curtains hanging around it, like they have around hospital beds for a bit more privacy. He told me to take my pants off with a serious face and lingering stare. I held his eyes for a moment, wondering if he was meaning to watch me. The idea sent tingles to my stomach, which made my nipples hard. I think I wanted him to watch me.
Before he turned around, I started unbuttoning my jeans, holding his stare still. He could see the green lace from my panties poke over the top and down the center pants hem as I pulled the zipper lower. His eyes stayed on me as he looked slowly down my torso, stopping at my tits and mound. The tingles turned into full on pussy gripping aches as I realized he wanted me. Right then, my attention went to his beard and how much I wanted to sit on and drench it for him.
“Did you wear a thong like I asked you to?” He said as he turned to get the needles and ink ready. His words sounded so orderly, I couldn’t think twice before muttering, “Yes, Daddy” in a pathetic voice. He lifted his head with a snap and turned to look at me again. I was too embarrassed to ask if he heard me so, I just said yes. He blew air through his nose as if laughing and went back to setting up. I sat on the table in just my panties and a t-shirt. My bra was thin enough to see my nipples even through my shirt, I suddenly felt so exposed.
“Go ahead and lay on your stomach. Which side are we doing?” I told him the right side and he grabbed me, putting me in position. His hands found my waist and then my inner thigh, close enough to my pussy to feel the heat. My clit was swelling from the contact and the dominance. He moved me with such ease, before I knew it, my ass was in the air and he was rubbing it with an alcohol wipe. The cold from the alcohol was invigorating as he circled the cloth around my ass cheek. He was very thorough, making sure to get in each crevice.
He gave me a small but firm pat on the ass cheek when he was satisfied with its disinfection and I accidentally let out a surprised “Oh”! He blew air through his nose again before asking me if I liked to be spanked. I figured, since my cheeks were already out, I’d try to be cheeky and replied “only when you do it hard enough to make my ass red.” He paused, looking taken aback and turned on at the same time. I felt his hand still touching the spot on my ass he was going to tattoo, grip a little which turned me on so much I started getting wet. My pussy is like a waterfall when I’m turned on so I knew it was only a matter of time before he could see it seep through my panties. I ran through all the ways this could play out and I was determined to have his cock inside me before I left.
“Let me know if this is hurting you, okay?” I nodded and he started getting to work. Thinking about him staring at my ass while he was drawing the lines made me want to shake it in his face but, I didn’t want him to mess up. A few minutes into the process, I tell him I need to stop for a moment. He turns the machine off and that’s when I started. I rocked my hips back and forth, the fat on my ass jiggling as it tried to keep up with my movement. “Ooowwwweeee, I didn’t think this would hurt so bad.” His eyes were glued to my ass while his hand started rubbing the middle of his pants. Even from here, I could see his dick was hard. Looking at it made me salivate and my tongue start rubbing against the roof of my mouth.
I smiled at him when his eyes finally met mine and jumped off the table, my tits bounced as I touched the ground. The curtains were already closed around us so I told him to keep quiet as I knelt down. He watched me in amazement, probably thanking God or something that he came to work today. My pussy was pulsing watching his face melt into pleasure as I took him into my mouth. Licking the shaft up to the head and then making the head disappear over and over drove him to long, drawn out moans. As I bobbed my head, my tongue was doing a flipping thing that caressed his length and my hands did a twisting motion. He grabbed my hair and started fucking my face, my pussy was reeling from the switch of control. I wanted him to fuck me like he owned me.
Before he could come, he stopped me and picked me up from under my arms. He tossed me on the table and threw my legs open. He licked his fingers before reaching into my panties and put 3 fingers in me. Once he felt how wet I was naturally, he looked at me and smiled. We both knew the extra lube from the spit was completely unnecessary, my pussy was drenched in juices. He tore off my panties and put his face between my thighs. He sucked on my clit and then bit my thighs which made my body shake. Unlike him, I couldn’t hold back and came hard on his tongue. He didn’t relent his licks but my clit was so sensitive from coming that I tried to push his head away. He grabbed my thighs and held me there, the sensation overwhelmed me. I had to scream but before I could, his hand was over my mouth. I screamed into his palm and he finally stopped.
By this point I was completely breathless. He picked me up and sat me on his lap. His cock slipped between my pussy lips and inside. We both sighed from the pleasure while he started with slow strokes. As I bounced on him, he lifted up my shirt and sucked on my nipple while squeezing the other. He then grabbed my ass cheeks and thrusted faster inside me. My titties were jiggling in his face giving him something to stare at as he came inside me. Hard.
Once we were cleaned up, he finished the work and told me how long it would take to heal/how to clean it. I told him I had fun and that if he ever wanted to hook up again, just text me. He felt the same and we parted ways. I think my next tattoo will be under my tits, what do you think?
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/qd3kth/screwing_my_tattoo_artist