It's another scorching hot day here in LA. I've got the itch to get some ink so I'm headed up to the shop now. It's like 5 minutes until 1 when I open the heavy wooden door to what looks like some grungy, old, run down tattoo parlor. I didn't even look at the name. I just went in.
"Hi, I'm looking to get some ink. Can you help me with that?" I smile at the cute guy at the desk.
"Sure can, sweetheart. What were you looking to get done?"
He's got long, wavy black hair with a patch of blond at the front. His name tag reads 'Seth' and for some strange reason, when his piercing dark brown eyes meet mine, my heart skipped a beat.
"Uhm, kind of a bit random and slightly awkward, but I wanted to get a really wicked looking, colorful dragon on the inside of my thigh and I want his tail to wrap around my leg." My face bloodshot as I'm telling Seth about my tattoo idea.
'Damn that's hot! I can't wait to do this one. I guess I can take a late lunch today. Definitely gonna be worth it!' "That's sick! Hell yeah I can do that for you! Let me draw it up really quickly and we'll get started!"
He genuinely sounded excited about my tattoo idea so I smile to myself as I sit down in the nearest seat and wait; scrolling through Facebook on my phone. About 20 minutes later, he calls for me.
"Hey sweets, you ready to get this dragon done?" My heart pounds so hard I'm literally scared of it jumping out of my chest for a split sec.
Knowing what I wanted done, I dressed in my shortest shorts and a midriff baring tank top. My long blue/black hair flowing in its natural wavy state off of my shoulders with a beanie to top off the look.
Before I sit in the tattoo chair he stops me. "Uhm, I don't mean for this to be awkward, but you'll probably have to take the shorts off so I can start as close to the top of the inner thigh as possible. This dragons gonna be pretty big."
My pussy twitches as I shed my shorts in front of this hot stranger. Thank God I wore my hot pink lace pair of undies. I usually only wear them when I'm getting laid but this was a special occasion.
"So which leg do you want it on?" It's only like half way through the sentence I even realize he spoke.
"Huh? Sorry I must've been daydreaming or something."
"Which leg, dear?" He smirks at me.
"Oh. Uh, my... Right." 'Yay for snap decisions.'
"Okay. Open your leg for me and I'll get started." He smiles down at me as he hovers over my right side. The buzz of the tattoo gun bringing me back down to earth.
I prop my leg open and resume my prior scrolling through Facebook as he begins to ink my tattoo-virgin skin. The gun gets too close to my vag for comfort at one point and I shiver against the vibrations down below.
"Sorry. Does that tickle?" He has a laughter to his voice as he says it.
"Y-yeah. A-a-a little." Ugh. There's no way I can admit that this is turning me on and that I want to jump his bones!
"Sorry, I'll try to be a bit more careful." I don't trust his cheeky grin.
Serves me right, because he takes his damn time finishing up the portion by my pussy.
He tries to make small talk while he's still way too close to my increasingly wet center, but stops when he realizes that I'm biting my lip and my face is bloodshot from trying to hold in my moan of pure pleasure.
"That painful, huh?" He winks at me and I know he's thinking I'm a wimp.
"Just a bit." I force a chuckle as he resumes his artwork on my body. After a few more excruciatingly pleasurable moments, I'm over taken by my arousal and I simply can't stop it. My body stiffens, my eyes roll back in my head and my mouth widens in a silent scream.
It's not until my body relaxes again that I realize something. I just came in my tattoo artists' chair. Holy shit! Then, I feel his eyes on me and notice he's not inking me anymore.
Slowly, I meet his eyes. "Uhhhh... I'm so sorry! I did NOT mean for that to happen!" My face is so red and hot that it feels like smoke should be coming off of me. Then, he stands at his full height in front of me and smirks.
Before I even know what hit me, his hand is in my hair and I'm bent at the waist; face first in my own cum puddle. "You made the mess, you clean it up!" He growls at me. Fuck, I have a HUGE thing for dominance.
So of course, I comply. I get every last drop and he pulls me back up by my hair. I look in his eyes, pupils blown with lust and desire. I'm sure he can see the exact same thing in my own.
"Let me see. Prove you swallowed all of it you slut!" I stick my tongue all the way out and bend my head back so he can clearly see I'm not hiding any. "Good girl."
He lets go of my hair and my head bobs a couple times before I right myself. Then, he continues my tattoo like nothing even happened.
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