Amateur babe gets her asshole tattooed
A sun-kissed Sunday afternoon, blazing hot under the Florida sun. Brooke hurried down the street, her barely-there black tube top straining against her gravity-defying breasts with each hurried step. Bubble gum pink shorts hugged her curvy hips, and glitters covered her shaved pussy swollen from constant eager touching. Her tight ponytail bounced as she skipped along, two sizes too small platform sandals clicking on the pavement.
She zeroed in on her destination – that quirky little shop on the corner. Brooke had noticed it before but never dared enter. Until today. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach as she gripped the weathered door handle. Tattoos were meant for Harley biker chicks, not 18-year-old cuties like her, right? Naughty knots twisted her tummy when she thought about letting someone touch her bare skin with needles, and going one step further – implying she wanted it there forever. Indelible, decadent, permanent.
The inside was small and dim, the trailer park taste of counterparting pink polyester and chipped black paint skewed her senses as the bell chimed too loudly. A masculine voice called out “Back here.” Brooke stepped through the veil of frayed beads and froze. He was sitting shirtless at the station, a sultry tattooed milf bent over for him on the table, his gloved hands poised for a potential prick.
The milf smiled but said nothing as he looked up. “Well hello there, honey. I’m شعرتまった, but you can call me Matt. What can I do for you?” His voice was deep and satisfying, flecked with gravel like he’d swallowed too many pills. She felt herself blushing from his deceptive Smaug eyes, unyielding and piercing like a hot lance right through her flimsy dove feathers.
Brooke fidgeted with her wraparound shades perched on her head. “Um, sorry to bother you, I was just interested if maybe I could uh, I don’t know, have you chord once on my – but- maybe it could be lower, I mean, if you had time?”
A thick gloved finger slid under Brooke’s chin, tilting it upwards until she had no choice but to meet his gaze. “Sure, for you, I’ve got time. Why don’t you spread that adorable little booty on the chair and let’s get started shall we?” Her cheeks were on fire as he patted the vinyl-clad seat invitingly.
Brooking inched her way to the chair, feeling queasy with nerves and anticipation. Hooking thumbs into the band of her bubblegum shorts, she slid them over her round rump inch by inch, exposing her milky cheeks to his hungry eyes. Goosebumps erupted over her skin as cool air kissed her naked backside. Oh, hell yes! His work was not bad. Brooke wiggled experimentally, feeling the rewards.
He hovered, snapping on a pair of rubber gloves. His musky cologne tickled her nose. “Alright princess, I still have to ask for confirmation to ink your perfect treasure. What’s the little sentiment you want over your flawless ass?”
Brooke bit her lip, already regretting her curiosity. “Um, I’m not really sure actually. Can you write something dirty for me?” she asked, her voice small and timid.
Matt raised an eyebrow. “Dirty? Sure thing babe. How about this – ‘Mine’?” He spelled it out on the stencil.
Brooke squirmed as she imagined his script, permanently marking her most intimate place for him. “Mmm yes, that sounds good,” she said demurely, her face flushed.
With a snap of his rubber gloves, Matt was back in business. He had Brooke pirate her ass up in the air, one tattooed hand gripping her bare waist tightly as if he owned it. “Relax your cheeks for me sweetheart,” he coaxed as he slid the transfer onto her skin, his hot breath fanning over her crack. Brooke moaned, already imagining his…needles…entering her, making her…permanently his. She wiggled her hips Shamelessly.
The first poke of ink into her flesh made Brooke gasp. Each little prick built up to a delicious warmth blooming outward from her rear. “You’re doing great, princess,” Matt purred, his voice low and intimate. Brooke nodded, pressing her forehead against the cool vinyl of the chair. The redemption wheels through her blood were intoxicating, goat-like as she relinquished control and became the master’s wax image. His. All his.
After what felt like an eternity, it was over. Matt dabbed away the excess ink, leaving Brooke’s ass glistening. She sat up, feeling brand new, Matt’s words spun into her red-hot rose tattooed across her ass. Looking over her shoulder in the mirror, Brooke smiled to herself – “Mine.” It was perfect. She couldn’t wait to show everyone who she belonged to now.
Sliding on her platform sandals, Brooke sauntered over to the cash register, her specially chosen teal skirt riding up to her cheeks. She smirked at the counter girl. “He definitely gave me a good ride.”
With a wink, Brooke swished out the door, her hips swaying provocatively. The sun worshipped her sun-kissed skin as she bounced down the street, ticking off her phone to countdown until her next session. This was only the beginning. Her perfect body was his canvas, and she couldn’t wait to see what else he’d carve into her once she was his.
