Washington D.C. Series 3:3 - Fucking the Artist

The young artist moved quickly, placing his gun on the table as he continued to rub her throbbing clit. Eva opened her eyes and looked at him. She could see his hard cock pressing against his jeans, needing his own release.

"I need more," she said, quietly taking control of the situation. "I need you to fuck me. I need you to make me cum again. Do you want to fuck me? Tell me you want to fuck me."

"God, yes," the young artist groaned. He moved away from her for a moment and Eva quickly shed her jeans and panties as he sprayed another paper towel. He wiped her off for a final time, admiring the work her had just done. Then he spread a small amount of salve over her fresh ink and bandaged it. While it wasn't the most sexy thing he could have done while Eva waited for him, she knew it was necessary. And he was, after all, first and foremost a tattoo artist.

The second his hands left the bandage, he ripped off his gloves and laid his hands over Eva's thighs. He knelt down quickly, down between her spread legs and, without hesitation, ran his tongue up the length of her slit. Eva gasped not expecting this course of action. He licked her again, tasting the juices running over his tongue. His hands pushed her thighs wider and he delved his tongue deep inside her aching cunt, drinking her and needing to taste her as she gasped again. Eva's hands wove through his hair, tightening it in her grip.

His tongue ran along the length of her slit again, this time stopping over her clit. His tongue flicked over her and she stifled a scream. Over and around her clit, his tongue made little circles, flicking, licking and sucking at it. His fingers kneaded her thighs, his fingertips digging in as he tasted her. Her sex aroused him and Eva could feel the trembling shudder through his touch.

"Fuck me," she gasped.

He slowed his movements to be sure he heard those words, not yet wanting to leave her dripping cunt.

"Fuck me," she said again, more forcefully this time.

His one hand released her thigh and moved down to his jeans. Eva heard the zipper slide down and the young artist groaned into her wet sex as his cock sprang free. Eva could see his arm moving, his hand masturbating his erect cock while he continued to lick her. Eva knew he had to fuck her or else she would come again too soon. She needed him inside her.

"I said fuck me," she growled and grabbed his hair hard, dragging him up her body. She sat up part-way to meet him and released his hair to rip his jeans the rest of the way down his legs. She looked at him and licked her lips. His bobbing cock, hard and erect, was too tempting to resist. He was so very erect, his swollen cock straining between his thighs so eager to fuck her. Without a word, she leaned over and flicked the tip of his cock with her tongue. It bobbed again. His hands moved to her head and Eva smiled as she looked up at him. His expression was almost pained. She murmured, "Not yet," and gently removed his hands and set them on the table. She wasn't about to relinquish control of the situation. But, he didn't argue and Eva returned her attention to his cock.

Her hand slid around his thickness and began to stroke him. His warm flesh was hard in her hand and she shuddered when she thought about how it would feel sliding inside her. He was sizable in girth and she knew he would fill her so well. Her lips moved down over the head of his cock and slowly parted around it. Her tongue swirled over the tip as her mouth pulled him inside her. A rush of breath escaped his lips and his body trembled but he never lost his grip, his hands remained firmly holding the table. Eva took him deeper, sliding his cock to the back of her throat. Her mouth surrounded him fully. Then, in at an achingly slow movement, she pulled back off, sucking at him as she went. Her hand moved slowly too, matching the rhythm of her mouth, Her tongue swirled over his length as she started to fuck him with her mouth. Slow at first, gaining speed with each pull of his cock into her mouth. The young artist groaned loudly. "Ah, fuck, fuck that's good," he breathed as Eva sucked his cock.

She could taste the precum gathering on the tip of his cock and it inflamed her more. She needed this cock in her cunt. She needed to feel him slide into the warm wetness pooled between her thighs. She also needed him begging to be fucked. She needed to bring him right to the edge. Eva tighten her lips around his cock and gently grazed his head with her teeth. His body jerked with the change in sensation and his hands flew to her head, tangling in her hair. trying to pull her to him, fuck her urgently. His hips thrust forward, but Eva backed off.

"Put your hands back," she ordered.

"Oh god, " he groaned and thrust his hips toward her again, wanting her mouth back.

"Now, " she hissed.

He groaned loudly but put his hands back on the table. She could hear his fingernails digging into the leather. With his compliance, she returned her attention to his cock. She wrapped her hand around him once again but instead of pulling him into her mouth, she moved down further and licked up the center of his balls. His musky odor excited her and she ran her tongue over them, licking them. She pulled one into her mouth and rolled it over her tongue. His breathing became more shallow and she pulled the other into her mouth, sucking on them both as her hand continued to stroke him. Eva moaned softly letting him feel the vibrations through his balls. They were tight now, needing to fuck her, needing to release their spunk in her, on her.

"Please," he moaned, " god, I want to fuck you. I need to fuck you."

Eva didn't respond, but released his balls and ran her tongue back op the length of his shaft. Her lips parted again and she took him back into her mouth. She could feel the pulsing in his cock and she smiled around him. He was as aroused as she was now. She needed him there, at the same place as she. She needed it to be a urgent fuck, one that would pound her hard and deep. She needed him to let go and fuck her primally, not holding back. She sucked at him one last time before releasing him and looking up. Sweat was dripping down his brow and his eyes looked wildly at her.

"Fuck me then," she whispered. The young artist wasted no time. He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back hard against the table. She spread her thighs wide for him, wrapping her legs around his back. Eva grabbed his cock and stroked it a few times before guiding it to her aching cunt...

Washington D.C. Series 3:2 - The Artist

He smiled warmly at her as Eva explained what she wanted. Thirty minutes later he had a drawing for her and helped Eva settle onto the table.

"You'll have to lower your jeans and panties so I can place the stencil on you." he said as he gathered and sterilized his equipment.

Eva slid her zipper down and lowered her clothing as requested. She could feel the rush of adrenaline and arousal already teasing her. The situation was more erotic than she had imagined it would be. The tattoo artist turned to her and sucked in his breath as he saw Eva's body exposed to him. Eva smiled at his reaction and subtly moved on the table to present herself better as he applied the stencil. She smiled more when she saw he fight to remain focused.

And then he began.

The needle hurt less than she thought it would. It was a strange sensation and she soon discovered that she liked it. Perhaps she liked pain too. It never occurred to her that receiving pain would stimulate her as much as giving it did. She was learning about the pleasure Brent took in it. Though she knew she would never allow herself to submit like he did, she didn't want to rule out the possibility of playing with someone else who may be able to please her like this.

In addition to the needle, that fact that the artist's face was 2 inches from her already wet sex had her biting her lip. She watched him, fascinated as the needle dug into her skin. The black ink permanently marked her as she watched her design take shape.

The young artist moved his hand deliberately, moving back and forth between the ink and Eva's skin. Every so often he would stop and wipe the extra ink from her skin so he could examine his handiwork and move to the next spot. Twice he wiped down across her, accidently brushing over the tip of her sex. Eva gasped both times and watched, to her amusement, as the artist blushed. He kept his eyes down, focusing on his work but Eva knew he realized what he had done. She could feel herself getting wetter still as she admired the young artist. The pain already had her aroused and she felt the desire building inside her as the young man breathed hotly against her.

He moved the needle against her skin once more and this time Eva let out a small moan. He looked quickly up to her and asked if she was alright.

"Oh," Eva said conscious of the noise she just made, "I'm quite fine. It's just that I've discovered it's more pleasurable than I thought it would be. Please continue."

The young artist smiled at her then. It was suddenly a different smile than before. Now he smiled at her lasciviously. He had found someone who understood him and his passion about tattooing. He was now tattooing someone who understood the pleasure it could bring. Eva smiled back as she watched his demeanor change. She was instantly a more interesting canvas on which he was working.

Letting her head fall back against the table, she concentrated on his next move across her skin - the needle digging into her flesh once more. It took effort not to push her hips up to him. She wanted to feel him pressed against her sex as he worked. She wanted to feel pressure against her clit, it was throbbing and yearning for attention as he tattooed her.The needle moved again and she felt her body pulse with arousal. Every nerve was on edge. She wanted to come, needed it, as he worked on her. She wanted to feel her climax as the needle was biting into her. It was almost too much to take. She needed to regain control.

"Can we stop for a minute?" Eva asked as she propped herself up on her elbows.

He nodded and sprayed the paper towel to wipe her off again. As he wiped the extra ink from her skin, their eyes met. He stopped for a moment and she let her eyes bore into him. She didn't need to speak. He could see the lust evident in them. Without breaking contact with Eva's eyes, he moved his hand across her skin again, this time purposely moving his hand down and across her aching clit. Eva sucked in her breath but didn't move. He wiped across her again and again, finally resting his hand against her. Eva allowed herself to push her hips up to him and he pressed back. The young artist groaned softly as he felt Eva's body react.

Leaning forward he softly whispered as he nodded to her tattoo, "I really should finish this first. I only have a little bit left to do."

"Do what you need to do," Eva whispered back.

He groaned softly again and moved his hand away from her. Picking up his gun he loaded more ink and and positioned himself over her. He shifted slightly this time so his free arm rested firmly against her sex. He knew what she needed. Eva's head fell back as he started the next line of her tattoo. As the needle came across, he pressed his wrist against her. Eva moaned with pleasure at the contact. Fire erupted in her as he moved the needle back and forth over her. Each movement arousing her more as he pressed against her. After working and moving against her for a short while, he was left with only three lines left to ink. Three small lines was all she had to endure to find her release. Her arousal had been building steadily to this point, she was so close. One. The needle cut into her and she felt her body tense. Two. The needle dug into her flesh. Her clit throbbed with the movement of his hand. She needed to cum. Her breath was ragged. He knew how close she was. He knew he could make her cum. He saved the longest line for last. Three. The needle drug slowly across her skin, the pleasure mounting explosively as he moved. That was all Eva needed. Her body trembled as she let out a low moan. Her cunt pulsed hard and she came as the pain of the needle broke through her skin....