TATTOO SLUT
The Tattoo Slut was always a wild child, but her rebellious streak truly blossomed when she turned 18. On her birthday, she strutted into the tattoo parlor, a fierce look in her eye and her mind made up. She wanted to mark up her body permanently, to embrace her inner bad girl forever.
The tattoo artist, a grizzled old pro named Chuck, raised a skeptical eyebrow as she walked in. “You sure about this, sweetheart? Most girls your age just want a little tramp stamp or a butterfly on their ankle.”
The Tattoo Slut smirked. “Oh, I’m sure. I want to go all out – script on my boobs, flowers on my back, a slave collar around my neck. Spare no ink. I want my body to be a walking, talking canvas.”
Chuck whistled lowly. “Well, if you insist. Guess you’re a regular ink slut, huh?”
“Damn skippy,” she purred, shimmying out of her tight tank top. Her perky tits bounced free, nipples already stiffening in the cool air. Chuck watched hungrily as she plopped down on the chair. He licked his chops, already envisioning the masterpiece he would create. The Tattoo Slut reclined, spreading her legs so Chalk could get to work.
Hours passed as he hunched over her body, his thick fingers grinding the needle against her soft skin. She bit her lip to stifle moans, her cunt growing wetter by the minute. The sensation was transcendent, each shock of pain electrifying her body with pleasure. By the time he was done, the Tattoo Slut was dizzy with desire.
Flushed and panting, she stepped to the mirror to admire her new look. Her breasts were crisscrossed with vivid tattoos, the sluttiest words spelled out in big block letters: ” protein whore”, “spit roast me”, “take me back to your place and fuck me senseless”. A black collar ringed her slender neck, embossed with the words “bend me over and abuse my holes”.
Grabbing her clothes, The Tattoo Slut strode out into the street, not bothering to put them back on. She wanted the world to see what a naughty little slut she was. Sure enough, it wasn’t long before a dark car pulled up beside her, the muscle-bound driver ogling her scantily clad body.
“Like what you see, big boy?” She teased, leaning down to flash her tits through the open window.
“Bet you could teach these old balls a thing or two,” he growled, patting the bulge in his lap. Suddenly, The Tattoo Slut was inspired. She crawled into his passenger seat and went straight for his straining zipper. Popping it open, she fished out his big, thick cock and started stroking it.
“That’s right, you naughty little slut,” he groaned, grabbing her hair in a fist. “Show me what that dirty mouth of yours can do.” The Tattoo Slut whimpered gleefully and took his cock between her slutty lips. As she sucked him off, pumping rhythmically, his cockhead bumping the back of her throat, she reached down to unfasten her slutty cutoff shorts. Digging her fingers into her soaked panties, she frigged her clit furiously, tongue swooping up and down his shaft as she slurped noisily.
As the car filled with the lewd sounds of her gagging and choking on his cock,The Tattoo Slut watched him in the rearview mirror with hooded eyes, relishing the power she held over this man. She was the one in control here, on the verge of unleashing her inner cumslut for real. He bucked his hips, fucking her face, and she moaned wantonly around him, drool foaming over her chin as he bashed her tonsils.
“Fuck, you’re good with that slutty mouth,” he groaned, shoving her head down brutally. She whined high in her throat, but didn’t resist. This was what she lived for – being used, degraded, reduced to a kneeling set of holes for dicks to use. Her fingers sped up on her clit and she came with a hoarse cry, body juddering, sopping slutty panties growing even wetter.
With a guttural snarl, the man seized her jaw and released such an enormous load straight down her throat that she almost choked trying to swallow it. Her own hips bucked wildly as another orgasm overtook her, pussy clenching on nothing, milking the dust out of a dry cunt. By the time she pulled off his cock, strings of cum and drool snapping from her coated lips, she was shaking with aftershocks.
“Goddamn, you’re a real fucking tattooed cocksucking slut,” he said, voice dripping with disdain. He hadn’t been kind, but The Tattoo Slut knew she had what it took to rock his world – and get what she craved. Straightening her bra, she slipped out of his car with a wink. She had to go out and spread her legs for another hungry cock…preferably a big one that would ruffle all her slutty tattoos while using her holes for maximum pleasure.
