I [24F] unexpectedly got turned on from getting a tattoo and fucked my tattoo artist [M]

I’ll never forget my first tattoo. I was 24 and had been wanting one for years, but I was so chicken shit about actually going through with it. I was scared of the pain, and the fact that it would be permanent. I was also raised in an extremely strict, conservative, and religious household and I knew my mom would throw an absolute fit and start screaming at me if she found out I got a tattoo. Two times I parked in front of the shop and didn’t go inside because I was anxious and intimidated. I knew exactly who I wanted my artist to be… I’d been following him on IG for months and fell in love with his style. I saw that he usually tattoo’d gorgeous IG-model type girls. What if he thought I was too basic?

Finally I gathered the courage to go in. I met my artist and told him what I wanted, and everything was pretty transactional. I put down a deposit and we agreed to do the tattoo in a month.On the day of the appointment I was super excited, but still feeling nervous as hell. My artist was kind of cute, but I didn’t think much of it. He wore glasses and had slicked back hair, and of course he had two full sleeves of tattoos, which I found extremely sexy. The shop was filled with other people in the waiting room and they were all heavily tattooed and I felt extremely out of my element with my bare tattoo-virgin skin.

“First time, huh? You’re gonna do great. Your design is super cute too,” he said and and smiled at me.After the stencil was on my thigh and I was comfortable lying down on the table, he turned on the needle and told me to relax. The minute the needle hit my skin it was almost like all my tension and insecurities instantly faded away. Any worries I had about pain were totally overblown because the needle actually felt kinda….good? We started up some small talk and I was totally thrown off guard because before I knew it, we were suddenly laughing and joking with each other like we were old friends. I find it hard to open up to people I don’t know so I was surprised that we had almost instant chemistry.

As he kept tattooing me, and we kept laughing about stupid shit like when I asked “If you have to tattoo a penis does it have to be flaccid or hard?” I looked up at the fluorescent lights on the ceiling and realized that I was feeling totally blissed out. The endorphins were shooting through my body, and he was both tattooing and softly touching my sensitive upper thigh. The buzzing of the needle reminded me of my vibrator and my pussy started to heat up and throb in response. I could feel the crotch of my panties start to soak through.

I have tiny, perky tits that always stay lifted cause they’re so small, so I never wear a bra. Normally my nipples just stay flat so I don’t worry about it, but I was so turned on that they had become rock hard and the outline of my nipples were definitely visible. I saw him glance at them a couple times and look away just as fast.

It also wasn’t helping that every time he wiped away ink, he would rub vaseline in circular motions on my raw, inflamed thigh. He did it in such a gentle, caring manner that it made me want to have his dick down my throat. I suddenly envisioned him standing up, unbuttoning his pants, pinning me down on the table with his black latex gloves in front of all the people in the shop, and forcefully entering me. I’d get up and pay him in cold hard cash with my new tattoo red and throbbing, and I’d leave the parlor with cum dripping out of me.

It was such an overwhelmingly raw and powerful feeling that I was shocked by my own thoughts. I had never craved dick so intensely in the immediate presence of what was essentially a stranger before, that I couldn’t really hide how hot and bothered I was.

Our conversation quickly switched from light teasing to heavy flirting, and I could tell that he knew I was turned on. I told him how good I felt. “Am I going to see you back here every month?” he teased. “You’re so naughty, I can’t believe you like it so much.” I blushed and bit my lip in embarrassment.I felt fully vulnerable. I belonged to him for that moment because he could fuck up the tattoo, or dig the needle in way too deep and cause me pain, but I just had to trust him. It was in his favor to just take advantage of my compromised situation and grab me and claim me as his own by fucking me however he wanted to.

But he didn’t. He didn’t touch me inappropriately or do anything sexual at all. It drove me insane with lust that he acted like such a gentleman and was just caring and sweet throughout the entire experience. After it was all over, he applied a bandage and we gave each other a short hug and I left the shop.

/I guess that’s that./ I thought to myself. I was suddenly embarrassed at the thought that he might not have been attracted to me at all and it was all in my head.

The next morning I got a text from him that said, “Hey! Just checking in on how you’re healing. If you want to come by the shop after hours tonight I’ll put a fresh bandage on. I’ll be the only one here.” The minute I read the text I knew we were going to fuck.

When I arrived at the shop it was pretty late and as expected, he was the only one there and all the blinds were drawn shut. The minute we locked eyes my stomach flipped and I felt my panties get wet. The sexual tension was thick and heavy in the air. We nervously made small talk and he kneeled down to reapply a new bandage and as soon as he stood up I can’t remember who made the first move, but we were suddenly all over each other. He kissed me hard and urgently as if he hadn’t seen me in years and our tongue wrestled. We stumbled toward the tattooing table that I was lying on the day before until I semi-crashed into it and his hands moved from my waist to push up my shirt and thumb over my stiff nipples. I moaned into his mouth and felt his hard-on press into my crotch. I was absolutely soaking wet and my entire body was on fire.

He hoisted me up onto the table and I instinctively opened my legs. I had prepared and worn a skirt just for this occasion. I felt two of his fingers move my panties aside and push inside of me. I reached down and held my panties aside to make it easier for him to finger me.”You’re so goddamn wet,” he said almost in amazement. We both pulled my panties down to just get them out of the way and I fully laid down on the table as he put his head between my legs and started to suck on my clit with his fingers still inside. He ran his tongue in circles around my clit in the same gentle motion that he rubbed my tattoo and I shuddered from how good it felt. I heard him undoing his belt buckle and got excited at the thought of touching and tasting his dick. He didn’t let up eating me out until i felt myself cumming and I grabbed his hair as my legs thrashed a bit.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you since you came in yesterday, you’re so fucking beautiful” he said, and my heart fluttered. The fact that he just made me cum after I had been worried my feelings were all one-sided made me feel so attractive and wanted.

He took my hand and pulled me off the table and we both went toward the back of the shop to his boss’s office. I realized my fantasies of him fucking me on the table would have probably been super uncomfortable. Inside the office was a full couch, and I wondered how many people had fucked on this couch.

My artist was already fully out of his pants and I told him to sit down. I don’t even think I noticed what his dick looked like because I was so hungry for it that I just dropped to my knees and took it all the way down my throat and let it hit the back of my throat a couple times before surfacing and softly sucking just the tip. He quietly muttered, “fuck” probably 10 times. I took his dick out of my mouth and rubbed my lips on the head while pumping his dick with my hand and looked directly into his eyes. He leaned forward and took my chin in his hands and I sucked on his thumb a little bit while tugging his balls. He stared at me with his eyes glazed over like he was in a trance and I could tell he was completely lost to lust. I felt great pleasure that I was teasing him just as badly as he was teasing me while he tattooed me.

“You can’t make me cum already,” he said and grabbed my wrist to stop me. He reached into his pants pocket and took out a condom and I said playfully, “Oh, you prepared? did you assume we were gonna fuck? How presumptuous of you.”

He laughed and told me to shut up. I said, “it’s okay. I prepared too. Why do you think i wore a skirt?” We both laughed and after the condom was on I laid down on the couch. He grabbed both of my thighs and pushed them down and thrust in deeply. It was absolute ecstasy to feel so filled up with a cock. The powerful ache and tension I’d felt for the past 24 hours was finally being released. I felt totally out of body as pressure built inside me with each thrust. His breathing was ragged and hot against my neck and I moaned uncontrollably.

I could sense things might end sooner than I wanted it to, so I told him I wanted it from behind. He pulled out and I immediately felt a desperate sense of aching and longing. I flipped over and stuck my ass up and he firmly gripped my hips and buried his dick deep inside me. The new angle in which he filled me up and stretched me out hit all the right spots — I almost came right then and there. He started to speed up his thrusting and I could feel his balls smacking loudly against me.

I was an absolute mess at this point, writhing and moaning and begging him to fuck me.I told him I wanted him to fill me up and when he came he pressed me firmly into the couch and kissed me deeply. He sucked on my neck for a bit and thumbed my nipples while staying inside of me as he waited for my breathing to calm down. My body kept twitching uncontrollably from how many times I came.After he pulled out, we laid there for a bit, playfully teasing and joking with each other. I asked him how many times he’s done this before and he said, “never. first time.” I called him a lair and he gave me this cryptic grin. Our chemistry was pretty undeniable.

Unfortunately we fizzled out pretty quickly after that and never had sex again. I saw that he would be extremely flirty with other girls on his IG (he was a pretty popular artist) and I didn’t want to get in too deep with someone who was probably always fucking his clients so we never became a thing. But I’ll always remember how amazing the sex was every time I look at my tattoo.

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