Chapter three
“Are you sure that you are ready for me? This might turn out to be the best that you’ve ever had. We’ll have to wait and see. What are you waiting for? Get in the chair and prepare yourself for something you have never experienced before. I do believe that you might be wearing too many clothes. I’ll be happy to rectify that problem for you.” We had spent 3 hours talking at length and emptying a bottle of wine.
I only had one glass, but his nerves had gotten the best of him. His eyes were glazed over and he was definitely feeling no pain. He didn’t try to stop me when I began to unbutton his denim shirt. This was far more rewarding than watching him from afar.
“I’m glad that I can trust you and that you won’t hurt me on purpose.” He had no idea what I was capable of.
I was glaring with sexual daggers making sure to enjoy this for as long as possible. He settled in the chair and I had my needle ready with the designs in my head of what we had agreed to. It was going to be a long and tedious session, but his body had already been numbed by the liquor pickling his brain.
“I don’t want to repeat myself twice. Don’t move. I need your full attention. I get into a zone and it’s hard to pull myself out of it when I get going. I can promise the work I do is going to be some of my best and I would like your permission to record it for posterity.” The pendulum had swung in my direction giving me a chance to seduce the object of my fantasies.
“Take all the pictures that you want.” I had learned a long time ago that I had to fall in order to stand back up on my own 2 feet.
I went to work and stenciled the bat and the barbed wire around it. That was the easy part. The hard part was incorporating the characters of that show into the droplets of blood. I had my inspiration with the images of those faces emblazoned on the cover of some media magazine in my hands.
I was quite impressed that he didn’t cringe or show any undue discomfort. I tried so hard not to hurt him unnecessarily. He was lying there looking at the ceiling with this goofy little grin on his face. I didn’t see a better opportunity to take matters into my own hands.
I finished my masterpiece and it was going to be sensitive for a few days. My hands had a mind of their own and were pulling at the belt on his pants until it came undone. He looked down, but he didn’t say that I was fighting unfairly. I was going to hit him with my best and hope that I left a lasting impression.
I pulled down the zipper watching the length and thickness come into view 1 inch at a time. The whole package was right there outlined in his red briefs. I stuck my hand into the opening and felt the hot firmness of his member with my fingertips. They climbed steadily to the top where the head was already moist with his excitement.
“I don’t have the energy to fight you. I feel I do need to warn you that I might see you differently after this.” I was hoping that was going to be his response and I was determined to excel in the role of seductress. I had experience in the oral arts and could easily manipulate his body.
“I have to make one thing perfectly clear before I do this. I’m not foolish to think that you are in your right mind at this moment. This will be an effort to keep you on a short leash. My one and only chance to convince you that we belong together is right here in front of me.” I pulled down his briefs until they were underneath his balls. I was very pleased to find that he had shaved and was smooth as a baby’s bottom.
My fingers began working him. I was feeling the hardness and the throbbing reminder of his liquor induced desire. I got closer on my knees with his knob looking bigger and more menacing at this angle.
“I’ve never had a more comprehensive hand job. This could be over before it begins.” I took my hand away and gave him a moment to compose his naughty thoughts from getting the best of him.
My mouth was open and the hot pool of my spit ran down the length of him. This was spontaneous and the option was right there from the moment I took his shirt off. I was visiting the old friend of my fantasy, but this far exceeded anything that I could’ve come up with in the middle of the night in my cold and empty bed. This was combining two of my favorite loves sex and painting with ink. I got this weird craving uncovered by watching him in his inebriated state.
I was stealing a moment for every woman who had a platonic friend they wanted to turn into something more. I was quite selective of the men I made into a puddle of spent flesh in my bedroom. I was the total package and felt empowered to push the envelope as far as I could.
“If you like that then I have something else that is going to change the way that you think about blow jobs.” The statement was followed by my mouth and the crimson lips of my seduction moving steadily down the column of his trembling flesh.
I didn’t stop until every single inch of that 9-inch pocket rocket was inhaled. I held him in my throat letting him feel the ripple effect of my tight and quite convincing mouth. I was cooking him in my oven and watching him throw his head back and forth with his eyes completely closed.
I was showing him my dark side and the evil little witch that didn’t have a whole lot of time to come out to play. It was the story of my life. He was one of many men that found me more suitable as a friend than a lover. I was through playing the confidant.
His grunt of response and the way that his hips twitched every time I licked the underside of his balls with the tip of my tongue was inspiring. I could taste droplets of his warm seed touching my tongue. More was produced as the minutes and seconds ticked by.
I brought my mouth all the way to the top and circled the crown of his scepter with my agile and quite experienced tongue. I grabbed the needle and turned it on touching his shoulder to begin the work on something that came to me in the heated moment of the exploration of his flesh.
It was hard to concentrate on two things at the same time, but I was something of an enigma. I had always been a loser in high school and didn’t blossom until I was old enough to realize the looks that I was getting from the men were something more.
His balls had the appearance of being heavy and full. I was trying to time the moment of his explosive discharge with the finishing touches on the tattoo of a pair of lips with a tongue sticking out on his shoulder. This was the way that I wanted it and needed to see him. I was doing everything to put extra emphasis on his pleasure.
I was holding tight to the base and working deliciously on something that was becoming a guilty pleasure. The muscles of his stomach were tight and he was hitting his stride.
“It’s hard to put into words… AHHHH.” The huge encompassing head stretching my facial muscles began to draw strength from the oncoming rush of endorphins running in a straight line up the length of his spike.
I hurried my work and was pleased by the result when the dam between his legs burst. I stroked and sucked while he was going off like a rocket between my lips. This was nothing I planned, but I was more than convinced that he was going to be mine. I could finally say that I had sorted out my feelings for him, but I had barely scratched the surface.
The chamber was empty and my mouth was full. There was no bitter taste. The ambrosia tickled my palate and cascaded down my throat with this warmth that could not be measured. I hated the word friendship when it came out of his lips.
I knew all about how to make the best of an opportunity. I could’ve traded every moment I had with other men to have him as my first. I had limited knowledge of a man’s anatomy, but those four guys who were fortunate to be with me had found a woman that was willing to experiment for the sake of the rush.
His eyes were wide open and he was looking at me with his cock still firmly planted in my mouth. I recognized his smitten expression of undying devotion. It was what I had always wanted, but was too scared to make the initial approach. I could see that he was only waiting for the green light and maybe I wasn’t as adept at reading his body language as I pretended to be.
“I am in your debt and you have ruined me for other women. I could spend a lifetime trying to find somebody to mimic what you just did and never be able to duplicate it. I’m beginning to see that we have been wasting our time walking around on eggshells waiting for the other shoe to drop.” I licked my lips and fashioned a tight seal around his deflated state.
He thrashed madly making me lose my grip on the needle and watching it crash to the floor into a million pieces. It was an expensive implement, but I had two other ones in my collection. It was a small price to pay for the adventure of watching his body in the throes of passion.
I gave him my oral loving embrace, cleaning the evidence of what was still clinging to the shaft until there was nothing to indicate that I had done anything unconscionable. I smacked my lips from his impressive manhood and let it fall lazily against his thigh. The scent of his masculine excitement was an aphrodisiac to make me quiver in a teasing mini-climax.
“I would love nothing more than to awaken your infatuation for me all over again. You need your rest and my work needs time to heal. I’m going to dress those new tattoos to keep them from getting infected. Tomorrow we will do this all over again on your back.” I kissed his stomach and moved my tongue around his belly button. I didn’t feel that I had made a mistake and I thought I had created a bond worthy of lovers who had known each other for years.
“Was this one time only?” It was a good question and I had prepared an answer.
“I think it goes without saying that I want this to happen again. When you are feeling up to it, I expect a more thorough examination. I’m going to need somebody to take my temperature and you have the right size thermometer to get the job done right the first time.” I was a little disappointed to see that he was sleeping soundly and I wondered what his reaction was going to be in the morning when he saw his reflection in the mirror.
I put a blanket over him and walked away with a sigh of contentment in my heart. It was highly exhilarating to let my taste buds do the walking. I enjoyed it more than any fantasy and the reality was far more enticing. It opened me up to the possibility of treating him to several different positions in one night.