Washington D.C. Series 3:4 - Fucking the Artist Continued

"Fuck me," she whispered again and he plunged his hard cock deep inside her with one stroke. Both of them cried out as he entered her, both equal in their lust. They both held themselves there taking in the heat they gave to each other. Eva's thighs tightened around his back as he began to thrust inside her. Her hips moved up to meet him. She needed to be fucked hard and deep. She grasped him, pulling him to her, encouraging him. Her hands clawed at his ass, bringing him forcefully against her. His hands gripped the table as he did as she asked. Thrusting his hip, plunging his cock into her over and over.

Eva suddenly released his ass and ripped her shirt up, Exposing her lacy bra, wanting more from him. He groaned and roughly pulled her bra aside allowing her breasts to free itself from the cup. He groaned again and let his head drop to her breasts. His mouth licked over her, finding her hard nipple and twisting it between his teeth. She cried out and thrust her hips up violently, she was so close. His mouth clamped harder over her nipple as he growled with his effort.

Eva gasped, she needed more, she needed it all. She needed to have him satisfy her the way she wanted. She made her decision and pushed him back. He moaned loudly at the loss of contact, confused as to what she was doing. But then his eyes flashed when he saw her get up and turn around pushing her ass to him as she bent over the table. An open invitation to take her from behind. He moved quickly up behind her, stroking his hard wet cock in his hand. His fingers traced up her slit, finding her dripping juices as they spread down her thighs. His fingers pushed into her cunt and Eva groaned. Three fingers slid deep inside her, feeling her. He pulled them out and ran his slick fingers over his cock, wetting it more as he inched closer to her. Eva could feel him push the head of his cock back against her waiting cunt lips. She pushed her ass up to him, teasing him, begging him and the artist thrust his cock back inside her waiting cunt. She cried out as plunged inside her, this time deeper than he had been before. This is what she needed. He filled her now and reached the place she needed. Her cunt reacted and pulsed around him. His hands grabbed her hips and pulled her back onto him, creating a rhythm, hard and urgent. Their gasps and grunts filled the silence of the studio.

Eva pushed back against him, knowing she was going to come like this, knowing he could take her there. Her body on fire and she could feel it building inside her.

"I'm going to cum." she gasped, "Oh god, make me cum."

The young artist growled, pushing his cock forcefully into her, his stomach and balls slapping against her as he thrust. She needed more than this. She didn't want to ask but she knew she had to. She needed what he had given her earlier. Eva craved the intensity he had introduced to her.

"Make me cum like you did before. Oh fuck, I need it. Hurt me."

He uttered a guttural growl and grabbed her hair, pulling it back sharply.There was the pain she wanted, craved from him. He pulled it hard again causing her to cry out. Her cunt pulsed. He pulled her up by it, suspending her over the table. His hand then slapped her ass hard. Sharp tingles of pain moved through her body. That was it. That was what she needed.

"Again,"she breathed, "Hit me again."

He complied, slapping her again across her ass. She could feel the heat growing through her cunt and clit as he hit her.

"Again."

With a sharp yank of her hair, he slapped her hard causing her whole body to jerk. She was right there. He thrust his cock in one more time and she exploded. Her orgasm shook her body uncontrollably as he slapped her one last time. The pleasure radiated from her core and she could feel her juices pouring over his cock. She could hear the wetness as she flooded his cock with her cum. Her whole body convulsed beneath him. He gasped at the force of her orgasm, her cunt squeezed and pulsed around him as her body writhed. He couldn't hold it back.

"Oh fuck, I'm going to cum," he cried, his fingers digging into her flesh as his cock pulsed inside her. He thrust again and again, his body jerking against her. He came, hard. Thick jets of hot cum spurted from his cock. He cried out as his lust shot from his body. He pulled back from her, wrapping his hand around his cock, masturbating as more cum spurted across her ass and back. His body tremored as the cum poured from his cock. Eva could feel it dripping over her, down her back, over her ass. She smiled and turned to face him.

He smiled back and then Eva lowered herself once more. She knelt in front of him, down between his thighs. Taking his cock into her hand, she brought it to her lips. Parting slightly she allowed the artist to push his cock back into her mouth, licking him as his cock entered her again. Warm cum still coated his cock and Eva swirled her tongue over him, drinking him down. She felt his cock pulse in her mouth and she smiled again.

Slowly, she backed away from him, letting his cock release from her mouth with a small pop. She stood and gathered her clothes. They both dressed unhurriedly, still smiling at each other. Eva thought he might perhaps be invited to service her again, but declined to tell him so. She would save that for another time--she knew where she could find him. And besides, Eva still had more shopping to do for both her and Brent for the upcoming weekend with Ms. McCabe.

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....