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“Ow! Jeez!” Stacy winced as the needle continued the relentless journey across her wrist. Squinting her eyes and puckering her lips, she snapped another selfie with her free hand. She squirmed slightly and jumped as she thumbed her phone, trying to caption “No pain no gain xoxo” across her Twitter account. The twenty-two year old’s blond pony tail danced side to side as she gritted her teeth from the dull aching pain of the needle. Her long legs encased in skin tight Levi’s rubbed the side of the chair as she squeezed her pink glittered cell phone which constantly chimed an annoying cat meow.
“Fuck! Are you done yet? I mean come on!” she squealed in protest. The tattooist gazed at her dully, as he wiped away excess ink with a damp paper towel.
“No.” he replied dryly. Derek, the thirty-five year old who was delivering the cruel artistic torture sat still on his black stool. His leather combat boot pressed down once more on the pedal and she tensed up again. She whimpered softly and managed to take another selfie. This time pushing her lips together and frowning. Derek hoped she didn’t notice him shaking his head in disgust.
He had done his fair share of lousy tattoos, but tattooing bratty sorority girls was the worst. “My fucking fault for opening a shop across a collage campus,” he thought. His thick beard and long hair slicked back behind his ears gave him the persona of a Seattle grunge rocker. Both of his muscular arms were covered in dark colored art, his Black Sabbath t-shirt was ripped at the collar and his jeans were stained with grease. Stacy gazed at him a few times, trying to remember who he looked like, then it finally dawned on her:
“Opie!” she squeaked.
“Huh?” Derek replied wiping her wrist.
“Opie, thats who, from Sons of Anarchy! You look just like him!”
“Oh, thanks?” Derek knew who she was talking about, the actor from the biker gang drama on TV. Derek wasn’t in a gang but he did own a Harley, however like most Harley’s it was sitting in his garage under a tarp with the engine in pieces on a table.
“Ok, almost finished, just this last part. How you doing?”
“Ugh, it hurts, but I’ll be brave for you.” She flirted. He grinned and placed his black gloved hand on her forearm as his other hand shaded the rest of the letters. As annoying and prissy as she was, she was drop dead gorgeous. He wondered if she caught him staring at her cleavage flowing over her tank top, or sneaking a peak of backside through the doorway when she bent over outside to snuff out her cigarette.
Sexy as she was, she wasn’t easy to tattoo, this one should’ve taken an hour, tops. He scheduled her last so he could get her tattoo of “Peace and Happiness,” tattooed along her wrist with a few small flowers and a heart. He’d get her out the door in no time so he could go back to his apartment, flip on the Flyers game and catch at least the third period with an ice cold beer.
However, her constant stopping for “pain breaks,” four phone calls and two smoke breaks later, the game was long over. His part timer left over an hour ago, making sure to flip the outside sign to “CLOSED”.
So the two of them where alone, at least until she started up Twitter. Now the whole universe knew she was getting a tattoo at “Sinful Skin by hottie tattoo guy Derek xoxo.” Derek couldn’t bring himself to rush through the final stages, he never half assed a tattoo, no matter how eager he was to reach the end. He had enough, her squealing and constant squirming was so bad, he started to think about his current career path and wondered if it was even worth it to follow his artistic dream.
“Hallelujah we’re done.” He thought as he put his machine on the tray.
“Ok, you’re all set,” Derek wiped the illegal bahis last bits of ink and droplets of blood from her wrist. He poured a few streams of green skin cleaner and patted it dry, “Take a look.”
“Oh my God Derek, it looks so awesome! Thank you! Thank you!” She bounced up and down. He caught yet another quick glance of her breasts bobbing up and down along to the rhythm of her ponytail.
“Yup, head up front I’ll ring you out in a sec.” As he put away his extra small jars of ink, a sigh of a relief escaped his mouth. He stretched his back and cracked his knuckles. “Jeez, about time,” he muttered to himself.
“Are fucking kidding me? Oh no, no no no!” Stacy said while rummaging through her small black leather purse. “That fucking asshole! Ugh!”
Derek shut his eyes and started to imagine what the hell the new issue was. His only thought could be she must have forgotten her money. “She couldn’t be that irresponsible,” he thought to himself.
“I don’t have my fucking credit card! My asshole boyfriend never put it back in my purse! Ugh!”
Derek shook his head, “Um, well I don’t know what to tell you, it’s $200 for that tattoo,” He said while drying his hands.
“I know, I know. Just, hang on let me try to call him.”
Five minutes and three different phone calls later, Derek stood motionless in the entrance of his artist area leaning against the wall with his arms folded. He was staring at the frantic blond screeching into her phone in the waiting area.
“Listen, I need to get out of here. Do you have my money or not?” he said sternly.
“I, I don’t have any way to pay you tonight. Can I stop by tomorrow and pay you?”
“I’m not here tomorrow. The shop’s closed on Sundays.”
“Ugh, well can I come by on Monday?”
Derek sighed, “Not really.”
“Well, what do you want me to do?”
A slight pause filled the air. Derek sighed, he had a few ideas of his own but he was too annoyed to find her remotely attractive at that moment. Even so what she said next quickly made his throat tighten and legs go weak.
“I could suck your cock,” she said quietly.
“Excuse me,” he said sharply.
“You heard me.”
He looked away then stroked his beard, “A two hundred dollar blowjob? I don’t think so.”
“I’ll let you fuck me. You can do whatever you want.” She started to walk over towards him. “Come back to my place, I live off campus a few blocks away.”
Derek studied Stacy’s body, eyeing her slim stomach and long legs, his cheeks grew warm and he started to turn slightly red. His heart beat fast as he blew out a slow sigh.
“Alright, but I don’t have time to go to your place.” He walked over to her and placed his hand onto the small of her back, sliding his other hand into the front of her jeans, under her panties and stroked the softness between her legs. She dropped her purse onto the floor and wrapped her arms around his thick muscular shoulders. She was about to move in to kiss him, but gasped loudly as his middle finger slid into her.
“Oh fuck,” she whispered, biting her lower lip as he inched his finger in deeper. He started to walk backwards towards the old dentist chair that was now converted to his one and only tattoo throne, the very same chair Stacy had sat on for the past three hours.
He guided her along with his finger still inside her, moving her towards him while stroking his finger in a “come here” motion. Her legs trembled as his rough palm grazed her clit all while his tattooed finger pressed and swayed inside her. He leaned back onto the counter and slipped his hand out of her jeans. She took his hand and placed his wet finger into her mouth, sucking off her own sweet juices, giggling as he smiled.
He illegal bahis siteleri took off his battered t-shirt as she moved her hands across his chest, then down toward his jeans. She eagerly started to unbutton his pants, reaching in through the top of his boxers. A soft groan escaped his lips as her small warm hand clutched his pulsating shaft, his jeans slid down with his boxers as she dropped to her knees and stared at his large erect cock. She put it in her mouth and started to slowly suck.
His hand draped over her ponytail as he leaned against the counter. He sighed and squeezed his eyes shut as his cock grew thicker in her small mouth. She moaned softly as she tasted his salty pre-come sliding down her tongue. Stacy bobbed her head faster, slurping his pulsating shaft while spit slid down the corners of her mouth. She stroked his hardness with one hand fast as she rested her wet lips against the tip of his soft head. The young blond gazed up at him with her blue wanting eyes before sliding him down her throat in one quick motion. He moaned loudly, swearing as his thighs tightened. She took it out of her mouth and gasped, stroking him faster as a trail of spit fell from her chin onto her heaving chest.
He stood Stacy up and lifted off her tank top. He buried his face into her cleavage, kissing her soft skin as he unhooked her white lace bra. He sucked her pink nipples as she offered her tits up for him, whimpering as he gently bit each one. He spun her around and pressed her round ass against his cock, unbuttoning her jeans and sliding them slowly off, she slid her shoes off in the process. He grabbed hold of her ass from behind and kissed her shoulders. Walking her over to the chair, he motioned for her to sit.
Stacy fell into the chair, clutching onto the headrest behind her as Derek pressed a button and lowered the back of the chair. “Comfy?” he asked.
“Mmm yes very!” Stacy replied with heavy breaths.
He spread her long legs to each side and slid them over each arm rest. He pulled away her panties to reveal her wet, bare pussy. He pressed his mouth against her pink lips and she let out a cry, running her fingers through his long hair. His warm tongue slid up and down as he squeezed her thighs. He brought her legs together and slid off her damp panties, tossing them across the room.
Stacy lay naked on the chair as Derek took off his boots and slid his jeans onto the floor. He knelt down against the chair and returned her legs to the arm rests, displaying her glistening wet lips for him to see. He brought his face between her legs and slid his tongue against her softness as he wrapped his rough lips around her clit and sucked.
“Oh fuck, just like that.” Stacy whimpered and buried her hands in his long thick hair. He pressed his bearded face against her as she pivoted her hips up and down, riding his mouth. He stopped sucking and hoisted her upwards by her ass, penetrating her with his tongue. He fucked her with his tongue as she screamed, rubbing her clit with her own fingers.
He moved back to her clit and sucked harder, sliding his warm tongue up and down as he pushed his middle finger inside her drenched pussy. He pressed against her g-spot has he grabbed a hold of her thigh and pushed her harder against his mouth.
“You’re gonna make me come! Oh God!” Stacy moaned as her legs tightened and her hips trembled, she came hard into his mouth, moaning and squeezing her eyes shut as she ground her pussy onto his finger and pressed her clit hard against his tongue.
Stacy laid on the chair with her eyes shut, her bare chest bobbing up and down as she breathed hard, her legs melted and her pussy tingled. “Oh my god, I need you to fuck me.” she said to Derek, canlı bahis siteleri “Right now.”
He flipped her over onto the chair and positioned her on her knees and placed her hands on the back of the chair. He brought her legs together and massaged her lower back, watching her thighs sway as she gasped and looked over her shoulder, waiting for his next command.
“Arch your back for me,” he said to her.
Stacy pushed her ass up and arched her lower back as far as she could, “Like this?”
“Perfect,” Derek replied. He grabbed a hold of his hard cock and slammed it into her aching pussy. She cried out, tightening her muscles, feeling the thickness of his shaft stretching her soft wetness. He pushed hard, gripping her ass as he fucked her with short steady thrusts.
She could feel his cock go deeper with every thrust. She shrieked into the chair, squeezing her eyes shut. The one thing Derek wanted to hear was her high pitched moan, her young voice breaking and whimpering with pure sexual ecstasy. He grabbed her by her pony tail and slightly pulled as he pushed his cock deeper inside of her. She lifted her head off the chair and moaned high pitched cries. “Fuck me! Oh god yes,” she squeaked as he continued to thrust his hard cock into her.
She could feel his shaft grow thicker, while his moans grew into roars. She begged him not to stop. He spanked her and gripped her bouncing cheek tightly as his shaft pulsated inside of her. He pulled out of her and stroked his shaft, rubbing his hard marble tip against her wet lips, teasing her while she bit down on the chair’s headrest. He slid in once more, forcefully pressing deeper, thrusting hard as his black hair fell forward onto his face.
He took out his throbbing cock and wiped his long hair over his head. “Stand up,” he said. She stood up with trembling legs as he laid down onto the chair, holding his shaft upward. She climbed onto the chair and wrapped her legs around him as she pressed her hands down on his chest. She eased her aching pussy onto his cock and slid down, filling herself up with his hardness.
Stacy swayed back and forth on top of the muscular tattoo artist, grinding him hard, bringing him deeper inside of her. “Grab my ass,” she whispered in between high pitched moans. He clasped her bouncing cheek with one hand and cupped her swaying breast with another. “Oh fuck, just like that,” She said, riding him harder.
“Come on my fucking cock,” Derek whispered into her ear. This was all that was needed to send Stacy over the edge. Her lips tightened around his rock hard shaft as she came on top of him, gasping for breath as she squeezed her own breasts.
She slid off of him and knelt on the floor in-between his legs, stroking him hard and fast. She stared into his eyes as Derek brought himself up onto his elbows to watch his own throbbing cock which was ready to erupt. She wrapped her soft breasts around his shaft and moved them up and down, sliding her self against him, encouraging him to come on her. “I’ve seen you staring at my tits, I’m pretty sure this is what you want.” She then gripped his hardness and slid it into her mouth, slurping and sucking fast.
“Oh fuck!” Derek groaned softly. Stacy took his cock out of her glistening mouth and stroked it fast, guiding it along her soft tits. Hot come splashed onto her chest, covering her breasts and neck as she milked his cock with her warm hands.
They both stared at each other breathless. Derek smiled as he pushed his long hair back over his ears. “Ok,” he said, “Do you need any more ink?”
Stacy giggled as she reached for her phone, “Smile hottie tattoo guy!” She took a picture of Derek, sweat beaded off of his face as he shot up his middle finger in her direction.
“I can’t wait to tell my friends!” she blurted, “They’re all gonna want tattoos! You’re in business now!”
“If they’re anything like you, tell them to leave their credit cards at home.” Derek said as he laid back down onto the chair.
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