Chapter 1: Introduction
@Mort was wiping down his station, humming an old rock tune, when the bell above the door chimed. He looked up to see the most breathtaking woman he'd ever laid eyes on walk into his tattoo parlor. She was a goddess, with long, dark hair that cascaded over her shoulders in waves, and skin the color of rich, creamy coffee. Her eyes were deep, warm brown, and she had curves that could make a grown man weep. She was dressed in a short sundress that hugged every inch of her body, accentuating her generous assets. He couldn't help but lick his lips.
"Well, well, well," he said, leaning against the counter. "Look what the cat dragged in."
The woman smiled, her eyes scanning the parlor, taking in the black leather chairs, the neon signs, the walls covered in flash art. "Is this place even open?" she asked, her voice as smooth as honey.
Mort chuckled, running a hand over his bald head. "For someone like you, it is." He winked, and she laughed, a sound like velvet.
"I'm Daniela," she said, extending a hand. "I'm looking for something...
discreet," Daniela finished, her smile never leaving her lips.
Mort shook her hand, his grip firm. "Mort. And I'm all about discretion, sweetheart." He gestured to the private booth in the back. "Let's talk shop."
Daniela followed him, her hips swaying gently with each step. She sat down on the leather chair, her dress riding up slightly, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her thigh. Mort noticed and quickly averted his eyes, but not before a low growl escaped him.
“So, what do you want, Daniela?”
Daniela leaned back, her eyes locked onto Mort’s. “I need a tattoo. Something special for my husband’s birthday.”
Mort raised an eyebrow. “You want me to tattoo your husband’s name on your ass?”
Daniela laughed, a sound that was both sultry and genuinely amused. “No, not exactly. This is something...private. Just for him.”
Mort nodded, understanding. “Got it.” He moved closer, his hands resting on the armrests of the chair.
“Well, I’m all ears, sweetheart. What’s your dirty little secret?”
Daniela took a deep breath, her chest heaving slightly. “It’s… it’s something my husband and I share. He likes to hear about my… adventures.”
Mort’s eyes widened slightly, a slow grin spreading across his face. “Ah, I see. A kinky little love story, huh?”
Daniela nodded, her cheeks flushing a soft pink. “Something like that. But it’s not just about the story. It’s about the details. So I want a tattoo near my privates with his initials and an actor mask.” Daniela said.
Mort’s grin widened, “Now that’s some fucking kinky shit right there.”
Daniela smiled, “I think he’s going to love it.”
Mort nodded, “I can do that. But I gotta warn you, it’s gonna hurt like a bitch.”
Daniela grinned, “I like a little pain.”
Mort stood up, “Alright then, let’s get this show on the road. Pull up your dress.” Mort instructed, his voice low and rough. Daniela complied, slowly inching her sundress up her thighs, revealing her black lace panties. Mort bit back a groan, his gaze lingering on the curve of her hip, the soft, smooth skin of her inner thigh. “All of it,” he growled.
Daniela pulled her dress up and over her hips, her long, tanned, forms legs in her heels. He swallowed hard, trying to keep his professionalism intact. “Lie back,” he instructed, his voice thick with desire.
Daniela complied, her back against the chair, her legs spread slightly, giving him a glimpse of the dark shadows between her thighs. Mort moved closer, his hand reaching out to trace the outline of the tattoo he was about to create. His fingers brushed against the thin fabric of her panties, and he felt her shiver.
“Cold?” he asked, his voice a low rumble.
Daniela shook her head. “Just… anticipating.”
Mort smirked, his fingers lingering on the edge of her panties. They were sheer and he could see her beautiful pussy lips behind the fabric. She smelled so good. He crouched down and said “I need to trace it,” and with that he pulled her underwear to the side, exposing her waxed pussy lips. He started tracing, “ hold your underwear to the side,” he said.
Daniela did as she was told, her fingers holding her panties to the side, exposing her intimate area in the most erotic way possible.
“Goddamn,” Mort muttered, his eyes feasting on her. Her pussy was perfectly shaved, He couldn't help but lick his lips, his cock hardening in his jeans.
He traced the drawing, his hand not so accidentally brushing her beautiful pink lips. He could feel her heat, her wetness.
He pulled out the tattoo machine and started drawing, purposely putting the vibrating end close to her lips .
He saw Daniela's breath hitch, her eyes fluttering closed briefly.
He circled the E for Ethan right above her clit, the needle buzzing as it pierced her skin. Daniela hissed, her hips bucking slightly. "Fuck," she breathed out, her eyes pinched shut.
"You okay, sweetheart?" Mort asked, his voice laced with concern and amusement.
Daniela opened her eyes, her gaze meeting his. "Fuck yes, I'm okay. It fucking hurts.”
He continued and more purposely had the vibration right near her clit. Daniela’s eyes were closed and breathing hitched. Her pussy was swollen and amortized could see a drop of juice trickle down.
Her breaths were getting heavier, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Mort's eyes were glued to her exposed pussy, the sight of her arousal making his cock hurt. He had to have her. Right now. He started rubbing the machine on her clit and her pussy opening up. His hand was now wet too. He slowly and quietly unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out with the other hand and started stroking it.
It was massive and thick, the tip already glistening with precum. Daniela's eyes shot open, her pupils dilating as she took in the sight of his huge cock.
"Fuck, Mort," she whispered, her voice thick with desire. "That's not... that's not part of the deal. I’m married.”
Mort smirked, his eyes never leaving hers. "No, it's not. But I can't fucking help myself, sweetheart. You're so fucking hot.”
He put the machine down and stroked himself inches from her pussy. Mort’s hand moved faster, his dick leaking precum, the sound of his flesh slapping against his palm filling the room.
Daniela watched, mesmerized, her breath coming in short gasps. She could feel her own wetness, could smell her arousal, and it was driving her crazy. She licked her lips, her eyes never leaving Mort’s cock. “Fuck, that’s hot,” she whispered.
Mort groaned, the sound deep and primal. “Touch yourself, that’s not cheating.”
Daniela hesitated for a moment, her eyes flicking to the door, then back to Mort. She nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. She pulled out one of her perfect tits, her pink nipple sticking out and started pulling at it while the other hand circled get wet swollen clit.
She moaned softly as her fingers did the work. Her body writhing with pleasure.
Mort watched her with intense focus, his hand moving faster on his dick, his breath coming in short gasps. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn sexy,” he growled, his voice thick with lust.
Daniela’s moans grew louder, her hips bucking as she fingered herself. “Oh, fuck… Mort,” she panted, her eyes locked onto his.
Mort couldn’t take it anymore. He dropped his jeans completely and stepped out of them, his dick standing tall and proud. He moved between her legs, his cock inches from her wet pussy.
He could see her juices coating her fingers as she rubbed herself. “Fuck, I need to be inside you,” Mort growled, his voice barely recognizable.
Daniela’s eyes widened, her chest heaving as she panted. “Mort… we can’t… Ethan…” she protested weakly, even as her legs spread wider, inviting him in. Ge pulled his dick and lightly touched her wet lips with the tip to test her resolve. “Nooo” she said.
“I can’t cheat on Ethan. He’s going to love this tattoo.” She pushed Mort’s cock away slightly, her eyes pleading, but her body begging for more.
"I can't, Mort," she whispered, her voice barely audible over her ragged breaths. "I can't cheat on Ethan."
Mort paused, his cock throbbing with need. He leaned down, his lips brushing against hers. "I know, sweetheart. I know." He pulled back, his eyes searching hers. "But I can't stop thinking about that gorgeous pussy of yours. I can't stop thinking about how fucking hot you are."
Daniela's breath hitched, her eyes flicking between Mort's. "So, what do you suggest?" she asked, her voice thick with desire.
Mort smirked, his cock still hard and ready. "I suggest we find a way to satisfy this hunger without crossing that line." He reached down, his fingers brushing against the wetness between her legs. Daniela gasped, her hips bucking into his touch. "I suggest we find a way to give you what you need, without taking what's not mine to take."
Daniela's eyes widened, her breath coming in short gasps. "What do you mean?"
Mort's fingers slipped inside her, curling up to stroke her G-spot. Daniela moaned, her head falling back against the chair.
"Oh, fuck, Mort." His fingers were expertly stroking her, hitting all the right spots. She could feel the pleasure building, her body tensing in anticipation.
Mort leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "I'm going to make you come, sweetheart. And you're going to tell me all about it. Every dirty detail. And then we'll call it a day."
Daniela nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Yes, God, yes," she whispered.
Mort's fingers moved faster, his thumb clicking against her clit.
Daniela's breathing became erratic, her hips grinding against his hand. "Fuck, Mort," she panted. "That feels so good."
Mort's other hand cupped her breast, his thumb rolling over her nipple. "That's it, sweetheart. Take what you need."
Daniela's eyes squeezed shut, her back arching as she chased her orgasm. "Oh, fuck, yes. Right there. Don't stop."
Mort didn't. He kept up his relentless pace, his fingers fucking her mercilessly. "You want to come, don't you, sweetheart?
You want to come all over my fucking hand?" Mort growled, his fingers still plunging in and out of her, his thumb relentlessly rubbing her clit. Daniela could only nod, her body tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
"Tell me, Daniela. Tell me how it feels," Mort ordered, his voice like gravel. "Tell me how it feels to have my fingers inside your tight little pussy."
Daniela let out a low moan, her hips grinding against his hand. "It feels... it feels so fucking good, Mort. Your fingers... they're so big, so thick. He reached down and sucked her tit vigorously driving get over the edge. “Oh, fuck, oh, fuck,” she moaned, her back arching off the chair. “I’m coming, Mort, I’m fucking coming!”
Daniela’s orgasm hit her like a freight train, her body convulsing with pleasure. Mort kept up his relentless pace, his fingers fucking her through her climax, prolonging her pleasure. Daniela’s breath came in short, sharp gasps, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm. She looked down at Mort, her eyes glazed with pleasure, her lips swollen and parted.
“Fuck, Mort,” she breathed out, her voice hoarse with pleasure. He ripped her thong to the side and plunged into her soaking wet pussy. “Nooo,” she said but it was too late. He was balls deep in her. Daniela's eyes rolled back, her mouth open in a silent scream as Mort's massive cock filled her completely. He didn't waste any time, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into her, the force of his thrusts making the chair rock against the floor.
"Fuck, Daniela," Mort groaned, his voice low and primal. "You're so tight. So fucking wet." He leaned down, his lips capturing hers in a brutal kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, mirroring the movements of his cock. Daniela moaned into his mouth, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.
Mort's cock was a relentless piston, slamming into her again and again, the sound of their fucking filling the room. The chair rocked back and forth, the legs scraping against the floor, the leather creaking under their combined weight.her pussy was sloshing and her tits bouncing.
Mort raised her legs, resting them on his shoulders, angling himself deeper inside her.
"Hands on your tits," he commanded, his voice strained. Daniela complied, her palms pressing against her full breasts, her fingers pinching and tugging at her nipples. The sight of her touching herself had Mort's cock throbbing even harder.
"Fuck, you're beautiful," he grunted, his hips snapping against hers. "Your pussy is so fucking wet, Daniela. You love this, don't you? You love having my big cock inside you."
Daniela moaned in response, her eyes rolling back in her head. He couldn’t hold it anymore , her pussy felt too good. He slammed into her harder, faster. Each thrust was met with a loud slap of skin against skin. Daniela's head was thrashed from side to side, her cries of pleasure and pain filling the air. She was so wet, her juices coating his cock, making it easier to slide in and out of her tight heat.
“Oh God, fuck, fuck, fuck,” she gasped as her pussy was being pounded..
Mort gripped her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her soft flesh.
"You're so fucking hot, Daniela. Your pussy is gripping my cock so tight. You like that, don't you? You like feeling me stretch you out?"
Daniela could only nod, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She was so close to the edge again, her body humming with pleasure.
Mort groaned, his hips slapping against her ass with each thrust. "Fuck, yes. That's my girl. You're mine now, Daniela. This pussy is mine. Her perfect tits were bouncing. The sight was so fucking hot. He leaned down and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, nipping at it with his teeth. Daniela cried out, her hips bucking against his, urging him deeper.
“Fuck, Mort, yes!” she screamed, her nails raking down his back, leaving red marks in their wake. “Harder, Mort. Fuck me harder!”
Mort obliged, his cock slamming into her with such force that the chair was now screeching across the floor. He could feel her pussy clenching around him, her inner walls gripping him like a fucking vice. “I’m gonna paint the little cervix of yours,” he grumbled in between breaths.
His cock buried deep inside her, Mort was now fucking her with a frenzied pace. The room was filled with the wet sounds of his cock slamming in and out of her pussy, the slapping of skin against skin, and their ragged breaths.
Daniela’s eyes were wild, her mouth open in a silent scream as she clawed at Mort’s back, her nails leaving bloody trails. She could feel another orgasm building, her body tensing as the pleasure coiled inside her.
He starts to explode in her pussy, raw fucking. He couldn’t hold it any longer.
“Fuck, Daniela. I’m gonna fill this hot cunt with my cum. You wanna feel it? Wanna feel my hot load fucking spurt inside you, sweetheart?” Mort growls out, his voice thick with lust.
Daniela nods, her breath coming in short gasps, her body trembling with anticipation.
Mort lets out a loud groan, his body tensing as he unleashes his orgasm. His cock pulsates inside her, releasing wave after wave of hot cum.
Daniela feels every spurt, her pussy clenching around him, milking him dry. She lets out a low moan, her body convulsing with pleasure as her own orgasm crashes over her.
"Fuck, yes!" she screams, her nails digging even deeper into Mort's back.
Mort groans, his hips still moving, his cock continuing to jerk inside her, spurting the last of his seed. "Fuck, Daniela," he pants. "Your pussy... it's...
fucking incredible." Mort finally stills, his cock twitching inside her, the last of his cum leaking out. Daniela's pussy pulses around him, milking him for every last drop. They stay like that for a moment, their breaths ragged, their bodies slick with sweat.
Mort slowly pulls out of her, his cock glistening with their combined juices. Daniela watches as he steps back, his eyes never leaving hers. He reaches down, wrapping his hand around his still semi-hard cock. Daniela licks her lips, her eyes following his movements.
"Taste me," Mort orders, his voice rough with desire.