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Authors name: Leigh Clyde (lclyde17@hotmail.com)
Story title : tattoo
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Tattoo (FF, nc, orgy, 1st, bond)
by Leigh Clyde (lclyde17@hotmail.com)
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An attractive woman decides to get a Tattoo. She takes
two friends with her for company. The female tattooist
and her staff have other plans.
This short story is told by those who take part in it.
Four people give their viewpoints focusing on an event
which three of them experienced. This part of the story
contains the account of two of the above. The other two's
account will be covered in the next part. The story
contains forced lesbian sex involving teenagers and older
women.
His story
Background
My wife, Hanna and I are both thirty-something but like
to think not fallen into the trap of becoming boring
grown-ups! Hanna keeps herself fit doing lots of exercise
and has a great petite figure. We have 'adopted' two
teenage girls, Yolanda and Chantelle, who spend most of
their time round here rather than at their respective
patents' houses.
Their two families parents live in our road. The parents
are grateful for this arrangement as their offspring are
going through the normal teenage traumas. The girls seem
to like our laid-back ways and young approach to life.
They do their homework and even help with household
chores!
Their parents give us groceries towards their keep. We
decided years ago not to have kids and have careers. We
have known the families since we moved into the Street
about five years ago. Yolanda and Chantelle were only 11
and 10 years old then. For the past three years they have
gradually made our place their second-home. Its as though
we now have a ready made grown-up family.
Tattoo
About a year ago my wife started to talk about getting a
tattoo done. At first I thought it was just one of those
many crazy and wacky ideas she has from time to time! But
she has persisted with it. The girls have encouraged her
and I have said very little. I never thought it would
come to anything and just said my usual responses,
encouraging her to do as she pleases. We get on really
well and very rarely disagree. On the subject of the
'body-art' I feel it's her body and as long as it's small
and tasteful I'm happy!
About six weeks ago she announced that she had decided to
go ahead and had found some designs on the Internet along
with a local Tattoo studio. All four of us sat down after
dinner and chatted about the handful of designs she had
picked out. Eventually we had all agreed on a tasteful,
small tattoo of a fairy. The site for this expensive work
of art would be well out of the public gaze - on her
butt!
The Appointment
Having all agreed Hanna made the appointment for the next
Saturday. The girls were keen to go with her and she
agreed. The studio was, as expected, situated in a rather
run-down part of the City. I was pleased she was not
going alone. Not that the area is known for being
particularly dangerous, there are far worse places.
In fact we had visited the area on quite a few occasions
to visit a jazz bar. I could not go with her as I was out
of town at a weekend conference. Anyway she wanted to
surprise me and insisted that I would not have been
allowed to come if I had been at home!
Her Story
Background
Despite the difference in our ages I accept these two
girls as two of my closest friends. I wised at times that
there was not so many years between us. If they were just
three or so years older we could enjoy so many other
experiences. How I would like to take them on a wild
girls' night out! Still they are growing up fast.
Yolanda, the eldest, has a wonderful figure for her age
and her breasts are almost the same size as mine!
Chantelle is very pretty and could be model. She is tall
for her age and has wonderful long blonde curly hair
which reaches her waist. I miss those wild things I used
to do ten or so years ago, before I settled down.
However, in a couple of years I will be able to go out
with them and relive my youth! On the positive side my
partner gives me a lot of freedom and had been very
supportive of my desire to get this tattoo done.
The Big Day
I set of in the car at 10 o clock in the morning with
Yolanda and Chantelle with me. They were very excited
about my tattoo and hadn't stopped talking about it for
weeks! I was pleased to have them with me.
Whilst I convinced myself that wasn't really scared I
think deep down that I was a little. There chatting and
enthusiasm too k my mind off the possible pain of the
procedure, whish I had been assured would be less than
going to the dentist.
After a fifteen-minute drive we parked nearby the
Tattooists' studio. I locked up the car and we walked the
few steps to the front door. I rang the bell as I had
been instructed on the phone. A receptionist aged about
20 opened the door and invited us in. I explained that
the Tattooist had agreed that a couple of my friends
could come with me.
She showed us through to a waiting room and then asked my
a few questions. Her bright red hair cut in a punky style
was something I can clearly picture. If her clothing had
been that of a punk I think I would have left straight
away, but she and the premises looked clean. She was
wearing a white dress similar to that of a hygienist or a
nurse.
Hospitality
The walls were adorned with various certificates and I
felt at ease. The girls sat either side of me acting
politely and saying nothing. We flicked through the
various magazines whilst I waited to be called.
The receptionist offered us all a cold drink whilst we
waited. It was a warm morning and we gladly accepted
them.
She handed over three sodas explaining that they were
enriched with essential vitamins and minerals. Apparently
the tattooist was into nutrition and health in big way
and had developed the drink to promote healing after a
tattoo. We soon finished the delicious drinks and she
topped them up again.
The Room
After a few more minutes a woman in her thirties came
into the room wearing a white dress similar to that of
the receptionist. Her long black hair was held back with
a black ribbon. She introduced herself as Robyn and
apologized that the tattooist I was going to see had been
unexpectedly called away. However, she was experienced
and qualified and would be happy to take his place if I
agreed.
I was relived. Whilst I'm not a radical feminist I do
prefer to be seen by women doctors and health
professions. It's not that I'm a prude, far from it, it's
more I want to support women entering traditional male
roles. I stated that I would be delighted to have a
female tattooist!
The girls looked impressed too and were even more
thrilled when she said they could come into the studio
and watch. With the understanding that if they felt
squeamish they could return to the waiting room.
There were three coaches in the room divided by curtains,
all of which were pulled back. Robyn assured us that no
other clients would be present. She showed me the picture
I had identified from their Internet page just to check
that I was defiantly happy with that design.
With that out of the way she asked me to take of my skirt
and lay face down on the coach. She then left the room to
go and get her sterilised equipment. I was a little
surprised at her request to remove my skirt. It was short
and full and could have easily been lifted up and rested
on my back. Still I presumed she knew best and removed
it.
I was beginning to feel a little light-headed and was
grateful to lay face down on the comfortable coach.
Yolanda and Chantelle sat nearby looking on getting a
full view of naked rear.
Thinking of the positioning of the tattoo I had worn a
thong! Robyn returned and placed the tools of her trade
on the small metal table next to me. She then made
herself comfortable on her stool. I put my some-what
doozey state to the warm day and fear. But strangely
enough I didn't feel any anxiety only tranquillity. It
felt as though I had smoked a couple of joints - an
experience I had not had since my student days some 20
plus years ago!
She asked me to lift my self up slightly and slipped a
pillow under my tummy so as to raise my rear. Then came
another request, which I was not ready for. She asked me
to remove my thong. I did not respond immediately and
aware of my obvious concern she explained it was for
hygiene reasons and to prevent any of the dyes getting on
my dainty silk underwear! As I gingerly pulled them down
I was aware that the girls were giggling quietly.
They had seen me topless sunbathing in the garden but
never without any knickers! From their position they
could only see my bare bottom so I wasn't too
embarrassed!
Robyn gently positioned my legs so that they were apart.
My feet came to rest on the edge of the coach. She
explained that the muscle had to be in the correct
position for her to create the perfect picture. She was
aware that I had never had a tattoo before and advised
that she gently secured by ankles to the edge of the
coach. It seemed a sensible idea. Once flinch and I could
ruin the tattoo and at the cost of $100!
The receptionist and another young woman then came into
the room. Robyn explained that Jacque was a trainee
Tattooist and asked if I would have any objection to her
observing. I was delighted to oblige, stating that us
women should be actively encouraged take on traditional
male roles.
She then explained that the receptionist was also
thinking of training and was an art graduate. Her hobby
was face and body painting and had done a course in henna
painting too. In fact she would happily put a temporary
tattoo on both the girls for free so they didn't feel
left out. The girls were delighted at the idea and
admitted that they had gone off the idea of watching me
get my tattoo!
With that they left the room with the receptionist!
All Alone
No sooner than the door shut she put on some load rock
music. She explained she liked working to music.
Fortunately I liked the sound too I recognised the
compilation as one I had in my car.
Her hand came to rest on the small of my back and my head
became more drowsy. I allowed myself to start drifting
into a daydream. I was aware she was touching the left
cheek of my bottom. It felt nice and soothing. She had a
very gently touch. But then I felt something touch my
labia! At first I just thought it was an accident. But as
a finger divided my lips I knew it wasn't!
'STOP!' I said loudly.
She ignored my plea and pushed it harder into my opening.
I tried to close my legs but couldn't due to the binding
on my ankles. I tried to move my hands down to stop her
but found that they too were bound, one to each side of
the coach. How she had managed to do that I do not know.
I can only presume I must have dozed of for a few
minutes.
Within seconds her finger was thrusting deep inside me. I
continued to complain but she said nothing and just kept
on fingering me. To my shame and despite my complaining I
was aware I was wet. The finger withdrew and I felt the
familiar feeling of warm breath between my legs. How I
enjoyed being licked by my boyfriends.
If she did this I would not be able to control myself. I
felt the familiar feeling of a tongue touching my damp
and swollen lips. I begged her to stop but she just
probed deeper with her tongue. I had to admit it she knew
exactly what to do! Soon I was yelping like a dog as a
crushing orgasm raced through my body.
I was then aware she was mounting the coach near my face.
Soon she had positioned herself so that her crutch was
under my face. Her white dress was pulled up and her
underwear had been discarded. My cheek rested on her
shaven opening. I could feel its wetness on my skin and
smell its aroma.
She took me gently by the hair and soon I was obeying her
instruction to lick her. It seemed pointless to argue.
Somehow my normal assertiveness had gone and I was like a
slave to her every command. She climaxed noisily and then
left the coach.
The Girls Return
My doozey state was interrupted by the noise of someone
entering the room. I glanced over through hazy eyes. I
would have rubbed them to check my vision but was unable
to. For a moment I thought I was dreaming. In fact I had
difficulty in discerning if what had just happened had
been a weird dream or reality. I had never experienced or
desired lesbian sex but what had I just done?
The reason for my disbelief at what I could see was that
both Yolanda and Chantelle were naked apart from body
paint! Yolanda was painted as a cat whilst Chantelle was
painted as a mermaid! I had encouraged them not to be
ashamed of their bodies but even this surprised me! As I
looked on Robyn announced that it was time for some fun.
With that she pulled open her dress to reveal her naked
and tattooed body underneath! The receptionist followed
suit revelling a tiny matching set of white underwear.
Jacque too stripped off down to her white bodysuit.
Before any of us could think I was being untied. I was
then rolled on to my back and the pillow placed under the
small of my back. These tree women were fit and strong
and no match for a petit size 10 woman. My remaining
items of clothing were pulled from me. No sooner than I
was in position I felt the cords being gently but firmly
tied.
Robyn took advantage of my bared breasts and squeezed
them causing the nipples to spring to attention!
Jacque then spoke, 'Come on pussy cat come and lick this
juicy pussy!'
Yolanda just looked confused but still had a slight smile
on her face. I realised exactly what she meant but poor
Yolanda clearly did not know what she meant.
'Please no.' I begged. The humiliation to us both would
be too much. If she was a woman somehow it might be Ok.
But she is only a teen.
Jacque took her by the arm and led her to the foot of the
coach. She then knelt down and began licking me whilst
Yolanda looked on in horror!
A few long and deep licks latter it was her turn. She
started begging and crying but they just laughed.
Robyn and Jacque too hold of an arm each and forced her
to her knees. Then the receptionist manoeuvred her head
into position. I could feel the tears from her cheeks
touch my thighs as her head was pushed forward. Between
her whimpering she licked as instructed. I tried so hard
not to enjoy it and begged them to spare her. But to my
horror I found myself coming.
She was pulled to her feet, her face paint smudged with
my wetness.
Chantelle was then pulled forward. She had watched it all
and knew what was coming. Jacque spoke,
'Well Mermaid taste some nice salty juice!'
As with Yolanda she was forced to kneel and begin
licking. To my amazement she did not whimper of complain
but just got on with it. Again I begged for it not to
happen but again I came dramatically!
The Final Humiliation
I presumed that they had now had their fun and I had
given up on the idea of a tattoo. If they let us go now
we could put this behind us and never talk about it
again. The two women took off the rest of their clothing.
They then sounded the girls and began pushing them too
and fro. As the y did so they made a point touching their
budding breasts and rounded pert bottoms. They grabbed
hold of Yolanda and held her high in the air. She was
heading my way and I wondered what they had in mind.
Soon she was positioned, legs open above my face.
'No.No.' we both begged.
But she was pushed down. Soon my tongue was finding its
way through her downy public hair and between her lips.
As I did as commanded one of them was slipping her finger
deep inside my vagina. Yolanda soon stopped her
complaining and started to breath heavily. To my
amazement she climaxed. Probably for the first time in
her young life.
With that achieved the same treatment was afforded to
Chantelle. Again I begged to do anything but this. But
soon I was doing as told and my tongue easily found her
opening between her hairless labia. Like her friend she
too climaxed.
Just exactly what happened for the next hour is somewhat
hazy. What I do know is that each of us was forced to
lick each one of them in turn until they had cum a number
of times.
To finish off they forces us to perform a floorshow. We
rolled around on the floor whilst they gave lewd
instructions. Thankfully they allowed the girls virginity
to stay intact. Eventually we were allowed to dress and
leave. I explained to my partner that I had changed my
mind about the tattoo!
Tattoo - The Aftermath
Yolanda's Story
The Painting
I was exited when we arrived at the Tattooist. I had
never been in a place like it before. The receptionist
was very friendly and gave us all a drink. I think it had
something weird in it and it made me light-headed. Anyway
we all went into the room so that Hanna could have her
tattoo. The tattooist was a woman, we were surprised as
we thought it would be a man!
I remember thinking that Hanna was probably pleased
that it was a woman when she was told to remove her skirt
and panties! I remember thinking that was very funny and
both Chantelle and me giggled. This trainee tattooist,
Jacque, asked us if we would like to go into another room
and have a free temporary tattoo. We both thought that it
would be more interesting than watching Hanna have hers
done. Anyway there might have been blood and I'm not very
good at coping with that!
Once in this other room she showed us various books with
loads of different designs of tattoos and face pointing.
She said she had been doing face paining since High
School and often did it at parties. We both decided that
face painting looked for fun than getting a temporary
tattoo. It might also give Hanna a laugh and take her
mind of the tattoo.
I decided to have my face done as a cat. I'd seen the
show Cats and always fancied dressing up like one of the
performers. She started with me first and then painted
Chantelle's face as a Mermaid. We looked in the mirror
and were delighted. The designs were really cool, we
didn't look a bit like us!
Jacque than asked us to have a look in another book. This
one made us giggle. It had pictures of people with face
paint all over their bodies. In face they were naked
apart from the paint. There were people painted a tigers
and statues and all sorts of other things. We were both
impressed. Chantelle asked if she could do that too.
Jacque told us that many of the pictures were of her
painting.
She then offered to completely transform us into our
chosen designs. We both went bright red with
embarrassment but I don't think she could see through our
make-up. At first we said no but she was very persuasive.
Hanna had also encouraged us to not be ashamed of our
bodies and after another drink Chantelle agreed. I, not
wishing to be left out, also said yes. Chantelle wasted
no time in taking off her dress and was soon naked
waiting to be painted.
I remember looking at her and noticing how much she had
developed since I last caught a glimpse of her naked
about six months ago. She did not have any pubic hair but
her tits had started to grow a little. Jacque worked very
quickly. She said that our designs would not be a
detailed as the ones in the book but that they would
still look OK.
Chantelle's design was wonderful and I hurriedly
undressed so I could be turned into a cat. It felt
strange having the wet paint applied to by naked body. I
had never experienced anything like it before. She used
pieces of sponge and soft brushes. I have to confess that
when she painted by breasts and bum it felt really good!
In about fifteen minutes she had finished.
Having fun?
She then led us back into the Tattoo room. One inside I
noticed that Hanna was still face down on the coach.
Jacque shut the door and I heard it being locked but I
didn't think anything of it. I then noticed that her
hands were tied onto the coach as well as her feet. I
guessed this was to stop her wriggling. She then turned
her head and looked very confused! It was as though she
didn't believe what she was seeing!
Then the tattooist said something about having some fun.
Within in seconds she had pulled off her white dress. She
was naked underneath part from some amazing tattoos! The
other two women too k of their dresses and stood there in
their underwear. Then they grabbed hold of Hanna and
undid the cords. I remember thinking that I could see the
tattoo. She was then pushed on to her back and they
pulled off the rest of her things. She asked them to stop
but they carried on. They were all a lot stronger than
her.
They then put the cords back on and pushed a pillow under
her bottom. Then Jacque said something weird about cats
and pussy which I didn't get. She gently took me by the
arm and we walked towards Hanna. She then knelt down in
front of her open legs. I looked down wondering what she
was going to do. I couldn't believe what she then did.
The dirty bitch started licking Hanna on her vagina!
I felt sick and wanted to run away. Suddenly I became
worried about being naked and tried to cover myself with
my arms. My legs were turning to jelly and I thought I
might faint. Before I could think anymore Jacque had
taken hold of my arm again. Robyn held my other arm and
they pushed my to the floor. They pushed my head towards
Hanna's vagina. I started crying and begged then not to
make me do it.
Getting Licked
Tears were running down my cheeks as I took the first of
many licks before they allowed me to stop. I then had to
stand and look on as Chantelle was forced to do the same.
I thought it was strange that she didn't complain or cry.
It seemed as though Hanna was enjoying it. She started
off begging them not to let us do it but then was yelping
with enjoyment. Chantelle was allowed to stop and I
wondered what would happen next.
The woman then pulled off their remaining clothing and
surrounded Chantelle and me. They started pushing us and
touching us. They groped my breasts and pinched my
bottom. They even touched Chantelle in the same way. Then
they grabbed hold of me and held me high in the air! I
wondered what they were going to do. I was then lowered;
legs wide open onto Hanna's face. She said she didn't
want to lick me and I begged her not too.
But she soon was ignoring me and obeying them. Her wet
tongue slipped up inside me and I could do nothing to
stop it. To my disgust I actually started to enjoy the
feeling of it. Soon I was rocking my body and I felt I
was loosing control. Something like a wave came over me.
I found myself gasping and panting. The feeling was
wonderful and I for a moment wanted more.
Once they had their fun with me they did the same to
Chantelle. Like before she did not complain and seemed to
be enjoying it! Then she was lifted of and they untied
Hanna. I hoped that would be all and that we could all
get dressed and go home. But they had other plans. No
sooner than Hanna was free they took it in turns to sit
open-legged on the edge of the black coach. Each one of
us was had to lick them until they were satisfied. Then
they pushed us together and told us to what do to. We
rolled around on the floor naked. We all had to kiss each
other's bodies and rub our hands on ourselves and each
other.
Then we were allowed to get dressed. We sat silently as
Hanna drove us back to her place. She only said one
thing. That was that we would never talk about what
happened and that we should not tell anyone. I tried to
put the whole thing out of my mind, but the images of
what I had seen and done kept filling my mind.
Chantelle's Story
It was brilliant in the Tattoo studio. Yolanda and me got
naked and allowed this pretty lady to body paint us! I
think Hanna planned this all along and it was a brilliant
surprise. I think Yolanda was a bit embarrassed but she
soon got into it!
I was a bit shocked when they made Yolanda do those rude
thinks to Hanna but she did seem to enjoy it. I couldn't
see any point in crying. If Jacque did it with out crying
then so could I. Yolanda seemed to enjoy Hanna licking
her! She was getting really turned on!
I was wondering if I was going to miss out. But they let
Hanna lick me too. It felt really nice!
The women then bundled around us and were giggling. They
then touched our bottoms and breasts. It was a really
nice feeling.
We then had to lick all the women. I didn't mind at all.
It seemed fair as I had been licked.
Then we had to roll around naked. I just loved my breasts
being touched and kissed!
Then we had to go home. Hanna said we mustn't talk about
it. Can't see why not. I just hope we can do something
like it again.
The End
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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