by Kay Jaybee
“Guide me,” I said and he weaved a hand between our bodies, gripping his length firmly before guiding it to my entrance.
It felt so good. We moaned in unison as I lowered myself onto him, engulfing him in my warmth. His shaft was thick and swollen inside me. I rested there, adjusting to his size. I rocked my hips forwards and lifted up slightly before plunging back down, sliding over him lovingly. His hands gripped my waist, fingers digging into my skin, casting bruising indents where he guided me harder and harder, faster and faster against his straining prick.
“Mmmmm,” I moaned as Carmen’s hands came from behind to cup my breasts, nimble fingers teasing my already tender nubs, tweaking and pinching until I was mewing for more.
“You like that, pussycat?” she mumbled against the flesh of my neck before sinking her teeth into another spot and marking me again.
I murmured my approval. Of course I liked it. I fuckin’ loved it. Every inch of my body was on fire, every touch and caress, every kiss and every thrust heightened in my aroused state.
“What about this?” she asked as her hands trailed the length of my back, fingers pressing, nails scraping, teeth grazing. My back arched in response, my eyes closed and my breath short.
“...and this,” she whispered against the flesh of my ass as her hand pushed down on my lower back, easing me forward so my chest was level to Hank’s face and the image of his cock thrusting upwards into my cunt was clearly visible. She blew onto our joining flesh, giggling as his balls lifted high against the base of his cock in response.
“More!” I demanded. “More, Carmen….please, god, more!”
Hank looked up to see my breasts swaying in front of his face, my nipples begging to be caught between his teeth. He glanced along the length of our bodies and saw his wife’s head bobbing behind us as she blew soothing air onto our heated meat.
I went rigid as Carmen caught me off guard, my eyes wide and my mouth agape, a look of utter ecstasy on my face. Hank stilled instantly, knowing that something was happening.....back there. Carmen was doing something new. Something different. Something naughty.
“You like that too, Rexxie, my sexy little pussycat?”
It felt good. So, so good. My eyes fluttered closed and I whispered, “Fuck….yes! God!”
I tensed around Hank’s cock, no longer able to maintain my thrusting whilst Carmen worked her womanly magic into my ass. Slowly, Hank resumed movement – slowly, wanting to prolong our pleasure.
I moaned again and closed my eyes, leaning against Hank’s chest.
“What’s she doing, baby?” he asked. “Tell me what my wife is doing to you.”
I spoke quietly, self-conscious about speaking the words. Maybe because the act was so lewd. So dirty. So taboo. Soooooo fuckin’ goooood!
“She’s kissing me. . . ” I said shyly against Hank’s ear. “.....down there.”
Thrust.
“. . .I can feel her lips kissing my flesh, licking my juices that are dripping from my pussy. . .”
Thrust.
“. . .she’s. . .she’s. . .fuck, she’s licking my ass!”
Hard thrust.
“God!....Fuck, Carmen...more. . . ”
Hard thrust.
“. . .she’s inside me Hank, her tongue is in my ass. . .”
Harder thrust.
“. . .and it feels good. Soooooo good. . .”
Harder thrust.
The filthy words spilling from my mouth and the image of Carmen lapping at my tight, forbidden little entrance pushed him over the edge and he thrust up one last time into my already spasming cunt and shot his seed inside.
I cascaded over that edge with him, the sensation of his climax within my walls and Carmen’s tongue against my anus proving too much and sending me off and up, up and away!
Lifting off him carefully, I collapsed on the mattress. I draped one leg over his and felt Carmen curl into my back after a considerate trip to the bathroom and a quick brush of her teeth.
“Thank you,” I whispered to no one in particular as we all lay there, sated and silent.
Carmen brushed my hair from my face, planting a kiss atop my head. “No pussycat, thank you for coming to us.”
Hank chuckled. “Welcome to The Circle, Rexxie Belle. You’re now the star of the show.”
Chapter Four
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That night saw the birth of a special relationship. We began to spend more and more time together, growing ever more intimate. I was swiftly employed by Ink Majestic to work the reception desk whilst the artists did the hard work behind me. I soon realised that everyone who worked at the salon was a member of The Circle.
There were regular club nights when the House would be full of members. Pretty much anything went at the House of Ink, intimacy was encouraged and sexual satisfaction was a must. The sole purpose of The Circle was to provide a haven for its members to seek the purest of pleasures.
The last club night was a special one. It was my twenty-first birthday. And my present? A special ceremony. I had no idea what was meant by that but, at Hank and Carmen’s instruction, I arrived at The House at 9pm, dressed in nothing but a black leather underwear set, patent stilettos and Paulie on my arm.
He led me to the stage where Hank and Carmen waited. The House was silent save for a few hushed voices amongst the audience, everyone staring to the front as if something magical was about to happen.
“Paulie, what’s going on?” I asked as I followed him up the steps.
“Tonight, Rexxie, something epic is going to happen. But you’ll be fine, baby girl.”
I wasn’t convinced. I followed his gaze to the apparatus that stood where the altar usually did. A tall St. Andrew’s cross loomed menacingly in the centre of the stage, restraints attached to the centre panel and to each arm of the cross. Yep, that got my panic nerves alive and kicking. Hank’s desk was to the left of the cross, his gun, towels and ink lined up neatly. I looked at Carmen in alarm, not even the allure of the ink could dampen my nerves this time.
I wasn’t sure I wanted to be there and I stepped backwards, ready to run down the steps and flee the House forever — again. But something stopped me. Something always does. This time it was Violita. The leggy redhead now blocked my escaped route. She grabbed my shoulders and leaned close.
“It’s not what you think, Poppy,” her breath tickled my ear as she spoke. “Trust me.”
I looked into her eyes, deep green and sparkling with excitement. For some reason I did trust her and I turned back towards the stage where Hank and Carmen watched us expectantly. Paulie reached for my hand and led me up to the centre. I braved a glance towards the crowd, the spotlight hitting me as I did so, causing the crowd to rise from their seats, cheering and whistling loudly. Oh, bloody hell!
“Relax, pussycat,” Carmen said as she took my hand and pulled me towards the cross.
Following her instruction I stepped up and leant against the apparatus, letting Paulie and Violita strap my arms, legs and torso in place with the restraints. Adrenaline coursed through my body, unable to dampen the panic that had settled in the pit of my stomach. I was facing the rear of the stage, my back displayed to the audience behind me.
Carmen stood in front of me and gently brushed her lips against mine. It was a gesture meant to calm my nerves but this time the sentiment was lost on me.
“What the fuck!?” I said through gritted teeth, snarling like a rabid dog.
She stood back and trailed a finger down my cheek before lifting my chin. Her eyes were dark, the colour of midnight blue, but they glistened with the same excitement I had seen in Violita’s.
“You have to relax, pussycat, or this will hurt so much more than intended.”
My eyes grew wide. “I’m being punished?” I asked. “For what?”
She kissed me again, this time letti
ng her mouth linger, her tongue creeping passed my lips and into my warmth. She knew how to win me over, one kiss from Carmen and I was putty in her hands.
“Not punished, Rexxie,” she said as she pulled away. “Rewarded.”
And with that she was gone. Paulie and Violita flanked my sides, ridding me of my leather underwear by cutting it from my body. I watched, horrified, as they sliced each offending garment with knives, blades glinting and edging a little bit too close to my skin.
Oh god, I was naked again. In front of the entire Circle. Dancing and stripping was different. That was always on my terms. But this..... Just as I was attempting to formulate a coherent thought in my mind, I heard the familiar buzz of the gun. I flinched as the needle hit my skin unexpectedly. I glanced over my shoulder to see Hank, gun in hand, carving a new design onto my left buttock. But my attention was soon ripped away. I gasped in surprise at the feel of not one, but two mouths at my chest. Paulie was expertly flicking my left nipple back and forth with his tongue, whilst Violita suckled enthusiastically on my right.
Surely I had died and gone to heaven. My breasts were squashed above the centre panel that strapped my torso to the cross, thrust together, nipples peaked and eager. As my colleagues sucked and flicked, I struggled to compute the conflicting sensations that raged through my body. The cherubs at my chest caused pleasure to pool at my core. I was aroused, but the buzz that filled the room – the buzz that saw Hank scratching a needle first across my buttock and then further up my back, felt more painful than any tattoo I had experienced.
It hurt. My skin prickled with desire, but stung with pain and I didn’t know what to do. The sensation of someone lapping at my toes caused me to glance down. There she was, Carmen, still the most beautiful person I had ever seen, kneeling on the floor as she lapped at my right foot. She looked up at me with big, doe-like eyes and I saw my big toe disappear between ruby red lips. Fuck, she would be the death of me.
Hank held me tight, one hand holding my right hip whilst the other clutched the gun that hit my right shoulder. I didn’t know how long I had been on that stage, but my entire back stung from the tattoo and the rest of me ached with pleasure inflicted from various mouths.
It wasn’t enough, though, and the one thing I truly craved I hadn’t yet been granted. As the gun travelled higher and began inking my neck, Carmen settled between my thighs and petted my cunt. I sighed in relief. Finally I was getting the attention I needed. One touch to my pussy and I was shamelessly begging for more, groaning with desire as Carmen eased two fingers into my depths and wrapped her lips around my clit.
Surely there wasn’t any greater pleasure in life than this, I thought as my sweet lover licked my clit repeatedly whilst finger fucking me. Paulie and Violita were still busy nursing my aching nipples whilst Hank worked his magic on my back.
Somewhere in my mind I heard Hank announce that he was finished, heard the crowd go wild, more applause and wolf-whistling, but all I could feel was the orgasm rippling throughout my body and erupting from my cunt. I yelled into the House, unable to suppress the violence of it all. It was so intense. I writhed against my restraints in anger, desperate to free myself and allow my climax to ease gently away. But no.
Hank stood behind me, one hand gripping my hair and the other guiding himself into my drenched pussy. He kissed the side of my neck before biting down hard. Marking me, it would seem, in every way he could. Soon the first orgasm ebbed away and the second appeared as Hank fucked me relentlessly, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside my walls again and again and again.
Carmen remained at my mound, working my swollen pearl as it throbbed with need. I came again, this time with Hank nestled deep inside my cunt. He was close behind and withdrew his cock just in time to shower my outthrust bottom with his seed.
“Well done, Rexxie,” he said and nipped at my ear. “You are the first member of the Circle to successfully withstand the needle for an entire back piece in one sitting.”
“How long have I been here?” I panted.
“Four hours,” Hank replied as he wiped my back clean, careful not to hurt my tender flesh.
Paulie, Violita and Carmen released me from the restraints and helped me down from the cross, turning me around to see the crowd below. I was caught off guard by the sight of so many naked, painted bodies, all in the throes of their own lovemaking, not a single body unattended to.
“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” Carmen said as she slipped an arm around my waist and held me close. “There’s something so powerful about watching people connecting this way.”
It’s true. There was. I too felt that power and, as The Circle of Ink’s newest and most coveted member, it was something I would take very seriously for the rest of my days.
“Happy birthday, pussycat,” Hank said and kissed the top of my head before kissing the lips of his wife. “Your initiation is now over. This back piece signifies your role in the Circle of Ink.”
“My role?” I asked.
“As the Art Project you are nearing completion, and once complete you will belong to us — to Carmen and me. We will give you a life of pleasure, a life which you are only just beginning to experience. But you remain ours. Forever.”
I nodded, smiling as I gazed up at him. “That sounds perfect.”
Chapter Five
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Paulie and Violita led me from the House and back into the salon. The shop was closed, but the lights remained lit and doors unlocked. They each kissed me before bidding me farewell and leaving me to wait for Carmen and Hank.
I heard noise and turned to face my lovers, amazed at how quickly they worked; Carmen standing in nothing but her jeans and Hank the same. I quivered at the sight. They looked like a fucking Calvin Klein ad. Hank stood behind Carmen cupping her breasts, his fingers playing with her sensitive tips, causing her head to loll back onto his shoulder in ecstasy.
I watched them, my pussy gushing at the sight. Ever since starting this relationship, I had grown to love watching my lovers play intimately together. The muscles of my pussy clenched tightly as Hank eased Carmen’s jeans down, followed swiftly by her panties. Carmen had let herself grow a fuzzy dappling of female fur now hugging her mound.
Hank turned and pushed his wife silently in my direction.
“Hands on the wall, Carmen,” he said, “either side of pussycat.”
She obeyed silently, her lips pressing into mine as she did as he’d asked. I love our kisses. We kissed, long, wet, lazy kisses — each tongue running sloppily over and around the other.
“On your knees, pussycat.”
I obeyed his second command and dropped to the floor, my face now level with Carmen’s pretty pout. I inhaled her scent and leaned closer, breathing in her womanly aroma and planting a kiss to the top of her parted slit.
“That’s right, pussycat, lick her for me,” Hank growled, his voice laced with arousal. “Work her good, but slow. Nice and slow.....she deserves to relax after the all the love she’s been giving recently.”
I closed my eyes and began to lick the length of Carmen’s cunt, moaning against her flesh as I made contact with her warmth. I licked along her puffy labia slowly, teasing the older woman. I dipped my tongue inside her tight entrance before slipping along her length to lavish her slit with love.
I felt Carmen shudder and jolt slightly, a strangled moan escaping her throat. This could only mean one thing – Hank was toying with her derrière. As suspected, he was kneeling on the floor opposite me, his hands splayed on her ass cheeks as he pushed them wide apart. I watched as his tongue darted out to lick along Carmen’s crack, dragging his tip over her puckered little hole and back down again.
I settled back into place and looked up to see Carmen’s arms twitching from the intensity of sensation with which she was being inflicted. One lip was caught between her teeth, her head thrown back and her chest thrust ou
t. Fuck, she was gorgeous!
I resumed my position at her pussy only to find Hank there, drinking from her dewy folds in my absence. He inched forward and captured my lips in some sort of foreign kiss as we both worked on our lover. He nibbled his way back to Carmen’s anus, teasing her tight entrance open slightly and delving inside.
“I’m gonna cum…..” she whimpered.
My sole purpose at that moment was to make my beautiful lover cum. Carmen began to shake as Hank inched a finger inside her tiny asshole. As he slipped in and out slowly, he sank his teeth into a fleshy cheek, biting hard, knowing it would send her spiralling out of control.
A strangled cry resonated throughout the room and into the night as she erupted, her juices spilling down my cheeks and on to my chest. Her arms gave way and Hank stopped her from collapsing to the floor by wrapping a strong arm around her waist.
“Come now, baby,” he soothed as he carried her to lay her down on the plush, crimson throw that adorned the chaise longue in the reception area.
I watched from afar, letting them have their moment of tenderness. I wondered how it had come to this, how quick I was to submit to them, to surrender to whatever they wanted. I found it all so easy. I liked it.
As if reading my thoughts, Hank turned to me and beckoned me over.
“Oh pussycat, sweetheart, come here.”
He caressed me slowly whilst his wife looked on, a smile on her lips and a glint in her eye. Hank urged me towards the full length mirror that stood in the corner of the parlour.
“Turn around. Look,” he said and pointed into the mirror.
I looked over my shoulder and stared at my reflection. Oh how I’d changed. My skin was decorated with bright flowers, green vines snaking up my back and around my neck, all manner of flora shining from the pale canvas beneath. I’d changed so much, but I’d never felt more comfortable in my own skin.