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Let me preclude this story by saying that we wrote this about a month ago right after the situation happened, and are now posting it because Erin is going to see Brian again for more work this weekend.....
My wife Erin loves tattoos. She has a large one on her back but until now nothing more. She’s wanted what’s referred to as a “sleeve” for some time now and decided it was time to get one done by the same fellow who did her back, a great artist named Brian.
Brian’s studio is in another city, about 4.5 hours from our home so Erin planned to take a weekend away and get the work done then. She went down and entered the studio for her appointment. Brian was a little behind schedule as often happens with artists so Erin took a seat and waited. As she sat, the other artists were cleaning up their stations and started to trickle out of the building, saying good-bye or giving nods as they left as it was getting late already. When Brian finally finished up with his other client he came to Erin immediately and apologized for running so far behind. She asked him if he was going to be rushed working on her arm because that was not something she wanted, a rush job. He assured her that it would not be as he had started a bit late that day to accommodate her appointment in the evening. This wasn’t normal for Brian but Erin’s other piece of work had been one of his prized pieces and he wanted to make sure he could see her and give her next piece the attention it deserved, a true artist!
They began work on Erin’s arm immediately. Brian had come up with a sketch to base the piece on and proceeded. As he was just finishing the outline of it, the last artist said good-night and headed out. Brian asked him to lock the door behind him on the way out so that no one wandered in off the street.
So here’s the thing about Brian, all the girls have crushes on him. He’s a good looking and charming guy. One of Erin’s best friends used to date him and all the girls wanted him and were jealous. About 10 years has passed since then, but his looks and charm haven’t faded and Erin still had a thing for him.
The piece was progressing nicely but was quickly becoming a much bigger piece than planned, something that also tends to happen with artists. Erin was becoming worried because she had a budget for this piece of work and at the rate they were going, it wasn’t going to be within the budget. After a while Brian excused himself for a break and at this point Erin needed one also. She sent me a quick text expressing her concern about how long this was going to take and the cost associated with it. I half-jokingly replied, “You should see if you can negotiate a better rate”. Erin replied back, “A bit late for that considering he’s already working on me”. I replied back, “it’s never too late. Be creative.” I expected another reply but didn’t get one until much later. Here’s the rest of the situation as told by Erin:
So as you know, Brian was working on my arm tattoo. He’s incredibly talented and gorgeous. Ladies line up to have him work on them and I was fortunate enough to be getting work from him again. The piece was growing to new levels and I simply didn’t have the funds to go much further. While Brian was taking a break and I was stretching my legs, hubby suggested that I negotiate a better rate with Brian. I knew what he meant by this and despite thinking that he might be joking, his comment got me very horny.
Brian returned from his break and we resumed the job. I asked Brian how much longer he thought this piece was going to go and he said that he had no idea, he just wanted me to be happy with it. I told him that I was sure I would be but that my funds were limited and we were already approaching my financial limit on this. Brian said “I’m not overly worried about the money, I’m sure we’ll figure something out”. Being the dirty girl that I am this played right into where my mind was, in the gutter. I started to fantasize about being with him. How could I make a sexual offer? What would he want in return for the work? Although this last question didn’t really matter because if he wanted sex, I was in.
Brian continued working and the piece was coming together finally. It was now getting pretty late, well after dinner time but we were wrapping up. I was thrilled by his work as usual. He finally finished and wrapped my arm up to keep it clean while it healed. We both got up and stretched, then I excused myself to go to the washroom and have a quick pee and to freshen myself up. If I was going to make some sort of an offer, I wanted to be clean. I quickly undressed and gave myself a fast splash and clean in the sink, soaping up and then rinsing and drying myself. I wasn’t sure if anything sexual was going to happen but I wanted to be sure to be in the right state if it was. I dressed again, leaving my panties in my purse and just pulling on my skirt, bra and tight t-shirt. I went to the counter out front where Brian was waiting for my payment. I asked what I owed and he asked how much I had. I told him what I’d brought with me. He replied “well that covers most of it. I did get a bit carried away so….” This was my chance, quick Erin! Think fast!
“Could I make up the difference some other way?” I asked. Brian looked at me with a big grin and asked “what did you have in mind?” I handed him the cash I’d brought and he put that in the till. I then walked directly towards his studio room (all the artists in this studio have their own rooms with curtains which are usually left open but are there for privacy of the clients in case they have to be exposed for the work). When I got to the threshold I looked back over my shoulder at Brian who was still at the counter. I winked at him and licked my lips, then continued into the room. Brian quickly entered behind me and pulled the curtain. I kept my back to the entrance and he walked over to me and pressed himself against my back, then wrapped his arms around me. I could feel his cock hardening already as it pressed into my backside. Brian now kissed my neck, sending shivers through my entire body, then he asked “so you didn’t answer me. What did you have in mind?” I hadn’t really thought this through entirely. Was he expecting a hand job, oral, more? I blurted out “whatever you want.” Brian asked “What would your husband think? I noticed your wedding ring.” I giggled, then asked “Does it matter?”
Brian’s arms started to move up and down my front and he continued to nibble on my neck. Before I knew it my shirt was lifted off, my bra was removed, and my tits were in his hands as he pinched and twisted my nipples. “I was hoping you’d make an offer like this when I did your back. It was all I could do not to touch you inappropriately back then.” I didn’t care what Brian wanted anymore, I wanted him. I unzipped the side of my skirt, letting it fall to the floor. All I had on now was my heels. Brian’s hands explored my body even more and one of his hands found its way down my front to between my legs and he started to rub my clit. My legs were quickly getting weak and I suddenly had my first orgasm overtake me when he pressed a finger into me. I nearly fell but Brian pulled me tightly against him, keeping me standing. I turned to face him and quickly undid his belt, button and zipper, then lowered his jeans. He was wearing thin boxers and they were tented in the front. My girlfriend who’d gone out with Brian had hinted that he was well endowed, she wasn’t k**ding! Brian pulled his shirt up and off and as he did I slid down to my knees. His body was covered in tattoos and I loved the bad boy look. I grabbed the waist band of his shorts and worked them down, pulling them forward and over his member which sprang forward. Brian was as thick as my wrist and at least 8 or 9 inches long! I didn’t know where to start. I quickly grabbed his cock and started pumping it, then licked the end, tasting his salty liquid before wrapping my mouth around him. My mouth ached trying to get him in. I’ve rarely had my mouth so full and I knew I wouldn’t be able to do much for him orally but I did spend some time sucking on his head while pumping him with my hands. I licked up and down his hard shaft and sucked his balls while stroking him. Brian was now holding my head in his hands and started to fuck my mouth. He was breathing very rapidly now and moaning quietly, “Is this what you want?” he asked, “You want to give me head for payment?” He wasn’t letting me answer, he kept fucking my mouth and holding my head as he did so. I realized now that he just wanted a blowjob but I wanted to cum again so I slipped a hand between my legs and started to play with myself. I was moaning around his cock, still alternating between stroking him and playing with his balls in anticipation of his orgasm but then suddenly he stopped and pulled his cock from my mouth. He grabbed me under the arms and lifted me to my feet. “You give great head, but that isn’t going to cover the time I put into you” he said, trying to catch his breath.
He backed me up now until I bumped into the tattoo chair, a long recliner with vinyl upholstery on it. When I bumped into it Brian spun me around and bent me over. I immediately felt his cock behind me as he started to slide it up and down my opening. His head spread my lips apart and he quickly pushed forward making me squeal. His cock was massive! It hurt as he pushed into me but once fully in he stopped and allowed me to adjust before starting to fuck me. He grabbed my hips and pulled me back into him with each forward thrust of his. I could feel his big balls bouncing off me as his pelvis hit my bum. I’d fantasized about this day for a decade and it was all I had hoped for so far. I quickly reached another climax and my legs buckled below me. I fell forward onto the chair and Brian’s cock slid from me.
He let me catch my breath, then I heard him instruct me to “lay on your back”. I did as I was told, turning my body so that I was laid out the length of the chair. Brian stepped on some adjustment pedals next to the chair and it lowered and went flat, like a narrow padded bed. He then walked to the foot of the chair and stood there looking at me. “I see lots of places we could tattoo you some other time in exchange for things” he grinned. He now worked his knees onto the chair and I bent my knees and spread my legs as he climbed up between them. He laid on top of me and began kissing me, twirling his tongue in my mouth. His cock was resting between my legs. Finally he broke the kiss and leaned back, looking down between us. He arched his back, bringing his cock head to my pussy. He let it sit there for a moment, pulsing and twitching before he thrust forward. His cock entering me took all the wind from me as he pushed beyond where my hubby can reach and stretched me to my limits. At first he was slow and gentle, taking long slow strokes and kissing me, making love to me. After a few minutes this changed. He started to move faster, slamming down as he did. He reached down and grabbed my legs, pulling them up onto his shoulders before continuing to fuck me. He was going so deep into me that it was starting to hurt deep inside but I still loved it. I felt his massive cock bottoming out in me and despite the pain I felt another climax climbing. From this position I could look down between us and watch his cock coming almost all the way out, then slamming into me. Brian was breathing fast now and asked “where do you want it?” I was lost in the throes of passion so I didn’t really hear him at first but he asked again with more urgency “where do you want me to cum?” To be honest, I didn’t care where he deposited his seed, I just wanted him to cum for me so I answered while moaning breathlessly “anywhere you want.”
The words had barely left my lips before Brian started groaning loudly and pushed completely into me, laying his entire body weight on me. His cock was so hard and engorged with blood that it was almost scalding and felt like he was tearing me (which I later discovered he had slightly). I felt him starting to spasm and I could feel his hot semen splashing deep inside me. This feeling of his cum hitting me deep inside sent me over the edge and I had another orgasm in time with Brian’s.
He finally released my legs, letting them fall to my sides. He sat up, staring down between us. I watched as he slowly slid his cock from me. My pussy seemed to invert, clinging to his shaft as he withdrew from me. Finally his cock was out and I suddenly felt very empty. My pussy remained open, having been stretched so much from him. I could feel a trickle of his cum dribbling down my crack. Brian stood and grabbed a towel and cleaned himself. I sat up, feeling more of his cum leaking from me onto the seat. When I stood up and looked back at the chair I was shocked by how much cum there was. There was a small puddle on the chair and some was still running down the insides of my legs. “I hope you’re okay with that, I shoot a lot of cum” Brian apologized. I giggled, “no need to apologize, I love it.” He passed me another towel and I wiped myself down. I truly love cum and am always disappointed if a man doesn’t produce much of it. Now I was starting to imagine what it would be like to watch him shoot it all over my body, or have him ejaculate into my mouth and seeing if I could swallow it all.
Brian looked at me smiled “I think we’re even for now. But I would like to do some touch-ups and more details when you come back. I won’t need cash for it if you want to do another trade. Just make sure you book in as my last appointment of the day again if you want to work something out again.” I can’t wait to get more work done!
My wife Erin loves tattoos. She has a large one on her back but until now nothing more. She’s wanted what’s referred to as a “sleeve” for some time now and decided it was time to get one done by the same fellow who did her back, a great artist named Brian.
Brian’s studio is in another city, about 4.5 hours from our home so Erin planned to take a weekend away and get the work done then. She went down and entered the studio for her appointment. Brian was a little behind schedule as often happens with artists so Erin took a seat and waited. As she sat, the other artists were cleaning up their stations and started to trickle out of the building, saying good-bye or giving nods as they left as it was getting late already. When Brian finally finished up with his other client he came to Erin immediately and apologized for running so far behind. She asked him if he was going to be rushed working on her arm because that was not something she wanted, a rush job. He assured her that it would not be as he had started a bit late that day to accommodate her appointment in the evening. This wasn’t normal for Brian but Erin’s other piece of work had been one of his prized pieces and he wanted to make sure he could see her and give her next piece the attention it deserved, a true artist!
They began work on Erin’s arm immediately. Brian had come up with a sketch to base the piece on and proceeded. As he was just finishing the outline of it, the last artist said good-night and headed out. Brian asked him to lock the door behind him on the way out so that no one wandered in off the street.
So here’s the thing about Brian, all the girls have crushes on him. He’s a good looking and charming guy. One of Erin’s best friends used to date him and all the girls wanted him and were jealous. About 10 years has passed since then, but his looks and charm haven’t faded and Erin still had a thing for him.
The piece was progressing nicely but was quickly becoming a much bigger piece than planned, something that also tends to happen with artists. Erin was becoming worried because she had a budget for this piece of work and at the rate they were going, it wasn’t going to be within the budget. After a while Brian excused himself for a break and at this point Erin needed one also. She sent me a quick text expressing her concern about how long this was going to take and the cost associated with it. I half-jokingly replied, “You should see if you can negotiate a better rate”. Erin replied back, “A bit late for that considering he’s already working on me”. I replied back, “it’s never too late. Be creative.” I expected another reply but didn’t get one until much later. Here’s the rest of the situation as told by Erin:
So as you know, Brian was working on my arm tattoo. He’s incredibly talented and gorgeous. Ladies line up to have him work on them and I was fortunate enough to be getting work from him again. The piece was growing to new levels and I simply didn’t have the funds to go much further. While Brian was taking a break and I was stretching my legs, hubby suggested that I negotiate a better rate with Brian. I knew what he meant by this and despite thinking that he might be joking, his comment got me very horny.
Brian returned from his break and we resumed the job. I asked Brian how much longer he thought this piece was going to go and he said that he had no idea, he just wanted me to be happy with it. I told him that I was sure I would be but that my funds were limited and we were already approaching my financial limit on this. Brian said “I’m not overly worried about the money, I’m sure we’ll figure something out”. Being the dirty girl that I am this played right into where my mind was, in the gutter. I started to fantasize about being with him. How could I make a sexual offer? What would he want in return for the work? Although this last question didn’t really matter because if he wanted sex, I was in.
Brian continued working and the piece was coming together finally. It was now getting pretty late, well after dinner time but we were wrapping up. I was thrilled by his work as usual. He finally finished and wrapped my arm up to keep it clean while it healed. We both got up and stretched, then I excused myself to go to the washroom and have a quick pee and to freshen myself up. If I was going to make some sort of an offer, I wanted to be clean. I quickly undressed and gave myself a fast splash and clean in the sink, soaping up and then rinsing and drying myself. I wasn’t sure if anything sexual was going to happen but I wanted to be sure to be in the right state if it was. I dressed again, leaving my panties in my purse and just pulling on my skirt, bra and tight t-shirt. I went to the counter out front where Brian was waiting for my payment. I asked what I owed and he asked how much I had. I told him what I’d brought with me. He replied “well that covers most of it. I did get a bit carried away so….” This was my chance, quick Erin! Think fast!
“Could I make up the difference some other way?” I asked. Brian looked at me with a big grin and asked “what did you have in mind?” I handed him the cash I’d brought and he put that in the till. I then walked directly towards his studio room (all the artists in this studio have their own rooms with curtains which are usually left open but are there for privacy of the clients in case they have to be exposed for the work). When I got to the threshold I looked back over my shoulder at Brian who was still at the counter. I winked at him and licked my lips, then continued into the room. Brian quickly entered behind me and pulled the curtain. I kept my back to the entrance and he walked over to me and pressed himself against my back, then wrapped his arms around me. I could feel his cock hardening already as it pressed into my backside. Brian now kissed my neck, sending shivers through my entire body, then he asked “so you didn’t answer me. What did you have in mind?” I hadn’t really thought this through entirely. Was he expecting a hand job, oral, more? I blurted out “whatever you want.” Brian asked “What would your husband think? I noticed your wedding ring.” I giggled, then asked “Does it matter?”
Brian’s arms started to move up and down my front and he continued to nibble on my neck. Before I knew it my shirt was lifted off, my bra was removed, and my tits were in his hands as he pinched and twisted my nipples. “I was hoping you’d make an offer like this when I did your back. It was all I could do not to touch you inappropriately back then.” I didn’t care what Brian wanted anymore, I wanted him. I unzipped the side of my skirt, letting it fall to the floor. All I had on now was my heels. Brian’s hands explored my body even more and one of his hands found its way down my front to between my legs and he started to rub my clit. My legs were quickly getting weak and I suddenly had my first orgasm overtake me when he pressed a finger into me. I nearly fell but Brian pulled me tightly against him, keeping me standing. I turned to face him and quickly undid his belt, button and zipper, then lowered his jeans. He was wearing thin boxers and they were tented in the front. My girlfriend who’d gone out with Brian had hinted that he was well endowed, she wasn’t k**ding! Brian pulled his shirt up and off and as he did I slid down to my knees. His body was covered in tattoos and I loved the bad boy look. I grabbed the waist band of his shorts and worked them down, pulling them forward and over his member which sprang forward. Brian was as thick as my wrist and at least 8 or 9 inches long! I didn’t know where to start. I quickly grabbed his cock and started pumping it, then licked the end, tasting his salty liquid before wrapping my mouth around him. My mouth ached trying to get him in. I’ve rarely had my mouth so full and I knew I wouldn’t be able to do much for him orally but I did spend some time sucking on his head while pumping him with my hands. I licked up and down his hard shaft and sucked his balls while stroking him. Brian was now holding my head in his hands and started to fuck my mouth. He was breathing very rapidly now and moaning quietly, “Is this what you want?” he asked, “You want to give me head for payment?” He wasn’t letting me answer, he kept fucking my mouth and holding my head as he did so. I realized now that he just wanted a blowjob but I wanted to cum again so I slipped a hand between my legs and started to play with myself. I was moaning around his cock, still alternating between stroking him and playing with his balls in anticipation of his orgasm but then suddenly he stopped and pulled his cock from my mouth. He grabbed me under the arms and lifted me to my feet. “You give great head, but that isn’t going to cover the time I put into you” he said, trying to catch his breath.
He backed me up now until I bumped into the tattoo chair, a long recliner with vinyl upholstery on it. When I bumped into it Brian spun me around and bent me over. I immediately felt his cock behind me as he started to slide it up and down my opening. His head spread my lips apart and he quickly pushed forward making me squeal. His cock was massive! It hurt as he pushed into me but once fully in he stopped and allowed me to adjust before starting to fuck me. He grabbed my hips and pulled me back into him with each forward thrust of his. I could feel his big balls bouncing off me as his pelvis hit my bum. I’d fantasized about this day for a decade and it was all I had hoped for so far. I quickly reached another climax and my legs buckled below me. I fell forward onto the chair and Brian’s cock slid from me.
He let me catch my breath, then I heard him instruct me to “lay on your back”. I did as I was told, turning my body so that I was laid out the length of the chair. Brian stepped on some adjustment pedals next to the chair and it lowered and went flat, like a narrow padded bed. He then walked to the foot of the chair and stood there looking at me. “I see lots of places we could tattoo you some other time in exchange for things” he grinned. He now worked his knees onto the chair and I bent my knees and spread my legs as he climbed up between them. He laid on top of me and began kissing me, twirling his tongue in my mouth. His cock was resting between my legs. Finally he broke the kiss and leaned back, looking down between us. He arched his back, bringing his cock head to my pussy. He let it sit there for a moment, pulsing and twitching before he thrust forward. His cock entering me took all the wind from me as he pushed beyond where my hubby can reach and stretched me to my limits. At first he was slow and gentle, taking long slow strokes and kissing me, making love to me. After a few minutes this changed. He started to move faster, slamming down as he did. He reached down and grabbed my legs, pulling them up onto his shoulders before continuing to fuck me. He was going so deep into me that it was starting to hurt deep inside but I still loved it. I felt his massive cock bottoming out in me and despite the pain I felt another climax climbing. From this position I could look down between us and watch his cock coming almost all the way out, then slamming into me. Brian was breathing fast now and asked “where do you want it?” I was lost in the throes of passion so I didn’t really hear him at first but he asked again with more urgency “where do you want me to cum?” To be honest, I didn’t care where he deposited his seed, I just wanted him to cum for me so I answered while moaning breathlessly “anywhere you want.”
The words had barely left my lips before Brian started groaning loudly and pushed completely into me, laying his entire body weight on me. His cock was so hard and engorged with blood that it was almost scalding and felt like he was tearing me (which I later discovered he had slightly). I felt him starting to spasm and I could feel his hot semen splashing deep inside me. This feeling of his cum hitting me deep inside sent me over the edge and I had another orgasm in time with Brian’s.
He finally released my legs, letting them fall to my sides. He sat up, staring down between us. I watched as he slowly slid his cock from me. My pussy seemed to invert, clinging to his shaft as he withdrew from me. Finally his cock was out and I suddenly felt very empty. My pussy remained open, having been stretched so much from him. I could feel a trickle of his cum dribbling down my crack. Brian stood and grabbed a towel and cleaned himself. I sat up, feeling more of his cum leaking from me onto the seat. When I stood up and looked back at the chair I was shocked by how much cum there was. There was a small puddle on the chair and some was still running down the insides of my legs. “I hope you’re okay with that, I shoot a lot of cum” Brian apologized. I giggled, “no need to apologize, I love it.” He passed me another towel and I wiped myself down. I truly love cum and am always disappointed if a man doesn’t produce much of it. Now I was starting to imagine what it would be like to watch him shoot it all over my body, or have him ejaculate into my mouth and seeing if I could swallow it all.
Brian looked at me smiled “I think we’re even for now. But I would like to do some touch-ups and more details when you come back. I won’t need cash for it if you want to do another trade. Just make sure you book in as my last appointment of the day again if you want to work something out again.” I can’t wait to get more work done!
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