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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

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Friday, September 20th, 2013 – Rex Irvine – Paris, Texas

“Fuck, Rex, another beaut,” grinned bucktooth Hal as he looked at the black mamba I just tattooed coiled around his skinny arm. He was a greasy piece of shit, but his credit card always cleared, and he was in here every few weeks getting another tat to add to his collection.

So I tolerated him.

I glanced at the clock. Almost 9 PM. Another slow night, but as it dragged on, more drunks would wander in looking to get “tattooed up.” It sucked for my social life, but I had loans to pay and my dick of a landlord needed his pound of flesh.

Luckily, I was getting some good buzz. This time next year, Spider Monkey Tattoo and Piercing would be in the black. Then my ol’ lady could get off my back.

Maybe.

I peeled off the latex gloves and threw them, along with the tattoo needle, into red biohazard trash can. You couldn’t be too careful. I bet half my customers had hepatitis A or C. No way in hell was I going to get that. I flexed my thick arms, working the kinks out, and went out to the waiting area to fetch the next customer.

There was only one guy waiting, his arms as thick as a normal guy’s legs, his head shaved save for a three inch strip down the middle, buzzed short and dyed purple of all colors. It wasn’t my place to judge; people were free to do what they wanted to their bodies. Piercings dotted his face, and he had full sleeve tattoos running up his arms.

They were nice work; not as good a mine, but nice.

“You know what you want?” I asked.

He wasn’t looking at my scrap books and nor did he seem interested in my art hanging on the wall; anyone who didn’t think tats weren’t works of art were stuck up or stupid. Art could be found anywhere a person was moved to create it.

“Yeah,” he answered, reaching into his back pocket of his stonewashed jeans.

The door opened and a tall cop walked in, his steely, gray-blue eyes scanning around the lobby, his hand resting on his gun. A chill stole over me. Why was he here? I’d been clean for years; just ask my parole officer. The cop’s eyes fell on my customer, who swallowed, jerking his hand out of his pocket and holding it out wide.

“Get out!” growled the cop.

“Yes, sir,” my customer gasped. He bolted to his feet and, hands still raised, edged around the cop. He dashed out. The customer may have had fifty pounds on the cop, but he still ran out like a bitch.

What the hell was this?

“You’re closed for the rest of the night,” the cop growled.

“Now listen here,” I said, getting heated. “You can’t just come in here and bark orders. This is private—”

“Be quiet and kneel before your Goddess!”

“What the fuck?” Was this cop high on meth or something?

The doors opened and four naked women strolled in. I goggled for a moment at their sight, then I grinned as my eyes drank in their beauty. There was a pair of twins, ripe and barely legal. They were redheads with nice, perky tits. The third woman was older, in her late twenties, with a lithe and graceful body. The fourth was…

My breath caught.

She was drop-dead gorgeous. An eighteen-year-old goddess with platinum-blonde hair and eyes that seemed to glow like twinkling stars. She moved with such ethereal beauty, radiating her otherworldly majesty.

I fell to my knees.

She was a Goddess incarnated in flesh. Her bearing spoke of power. She strode straight towards me. Her silver eyes glowed. I shuddered, looking down. My eyes fell on her trimmed, blonde bush sticky with her passion. The lips of her well-fucked pussy peaked out of those stained curls. Cream glistened on her thighs.

“I wish my host to have a permanent memory of this night,” she purred, the silver radiance of her eyes sweeping over me. “You shall tattoo a seven-pointed star right here.” She touched her groin just to the left of her bush. “Then a second seven-pointed star here.” She drew across her right, budding breast, circling her pink nipple.

“I will,” I breathed, my cock hard as a rock. I would do anything for her. She was truly a Goddess. I wanted to worship her.

“Strip and let me gaze upon your strong countenance.”

“Yes!” I groaned, overcome with the need to obey.

As I stood, I ripped off the black, leather vest I wore, throwing it carelessly on the floor. Her eyes appreciating my muscular torso covered in tattoos while my heavy hands unfastened my thick, black belt studded with stainless steel. I kicked my shoes off at the same time I dropped my jeans and boxers. My cock thrust thick and proud before me, bobbing with my passion.

Her smile grew as her silvery eyes appraised me. I felt like a stud, a prized stallion being appraised before the broodmare. My balls ached, full of a load of cum that I wanted to offer in tribute to my Goddess.

“Very nice,” she purred. Her finger stroked up my rippling abs.

Ecstasy flowed through me. My blood burned. I groaned, my dick throbbing, on the verge of erupting.

“You stir such passions in me,” my Goddess moaned. “Handmaids, you may amuse yourselves.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” purred one of the twins and, to my lusty delight, kissed her naked sister on the lips. Their bodies melted together. Other than the style of their hair—one had hers streaked with blonde highlights while the other had hers in an elegant braid—they were mirrors of each other.

Their breasts pressed tight. They moaned as their tongues danced together. They cupped each other’s ass, squeezing and kneading. They slipped a thigh between the other’s legs, grinding hot cunts on silky flesh. The incestuous passion between them ached.

“Follow,” my Goddess purred, motioning with her graceful hand.

I groaned, wanting to stay and watch the twins even as I was compelled to trail after my Goddess as she headed through the curtains to my tattoo station. My dick throbbed. The twins whimpered and moaned.

“Do not worry,” purred my Goddess, “you shall taste both of them as your reward for this evening.”

I believed her. She spoke with such honesty in her voice. Her accent was refined, almost musical. There was a cadence to her words I’d never heard from another human being before. It was an aural massage caressing my ears.

The Goddess sank on the reclining chair like it was her throne. She spread her legs. I could smell the salty cum oozing out of her. She’d been fucked a lot. The pearly jism stained her, almost glowing like her eyes.

“Use silver for the stars,” she purred as I gathered my supplies on a rolling table. “And I want barbell piercings to adorn my host’s nipples. That will be perfect.”

“Of course, my Goddess,” I groaned.

I gathered my supplies, putting a fresh needle into my tattoo gun and loading it with silver ink. Then I set out my piercing needle, a pair of silver barbells to adorn her nipples, and rubbing alcohol to swab her before I did.

I didn’t bother with gloves.

She was a Goddess, not covered in disgusting diseases like my normal customers.

The gun hummed to life, and I went to work free-handing a seven-pointed star. I sat down on my stool and leaned over, focusing on her groin to the right of her cum-matted bush. I trembled and took a moment to steady myself.

I was about to ink a Goddess. This had to be perfect.

I brought the tattoo gun down. I pressed the trigger and drew.

“Such pain,” she groaned with orgasmic delight.

I looked up in concern and saw rapture painted on her face. She mewled and gasped as the needle dipped over and over into her flesh. My lusts surged through me as she panted and moaned. I’d never heard woman sound so ecstatic at getting a tattoo.

My dick throbbed in my jeans. Heat flushed across my face. I wanted to fuck her. I ached to know her. I pulled away the tattoo gun, my body trembling with my lusts. My blood boiled. My chest felt squeezed tight with passion.

“Keep working,” she moaned, writhing on the table, “and you shall taste my flesh when you are finished.” Her silvery eyes glanced at me. Her little breasts jiggled, firm and taut. “I always reward my servants.”

“Yes, my Goddess,” I groaned, my cock throbbing in anticipation.

I resumed my art. I drew the seven-pointed star accompanied by her sweet moans of joy. Her pussy grew wetter and wetter, exuding a heady, spicy aroma that only inflamed my desires. I focused everything on making the star perfect, pausing only to wipe up the scarlet blood that beaded along the lines of the symbol.

Even her blood was ethereal, imbued with a faint, moonlight shimmer.

It wasn’t a big star; there wasn’t much room to draw, so I finished quickly. I didn’t want to stop. I wanted to keep tattooing her flesh. She was just amazing. So responsive. The way she moaned in orgasmic delight. Her musk seasoning the air.

I set my gun down and wiped at the blood again.

“Your skill is to be praised, artist,” she purred in wanton delight, her thighs rubbing together. “Mmm, I loved being penetrated by your needle.”

“Thank you, my Goddess,” I moaned, hoarse from the experience. “Let me put a bandage on you.”

“There is no need.”

“But you’re bleeding,” I said. “It takes a tattoo a few days to…” My words trailed off as the inflammation in her skin faded away. She let out another little whimper as the tattoo no longer looked fresh, but a few weeks old, the ink settled into her skin.

My mouth went dry. A miracle.

“And now here,” she purred, drawing a star across her breast, circling her nipple.

“Yes,” I groaned and rose.

Somehow, her legs hooked about me and pulled me close. The chair had shifted, moved in a way it shouldn’t. Now I was before her, over her. My naked cock brushed her sloppy cunt. I felt her wet bush caressing the tip of my dick and then the hot folds of her pussy nuzzled against me.

She pulled me into her.

I penetrated the Goddess’s pussy. My cock sank into her warm, wet, tight depths. I groaned as the heaven of her snatch embraced me. A gasp burst from her sweet lips, her back arching as I buried all the way into her. Her little breasts quivered.

I let out a groan of rapture. I was in my Goddess. Her pussy’s heat bathed my cock, anointing me in her divine juices. I panted, wanting to plunge away in her. To fuck her hard. I gripped my tattoo gun as her silver eyes blazed.

“The flesh offers such sweet delights,” she purred, her cunt tightening and relaxing about my dick.

“Uh-huh,” I groaned, sweat breaking out across my forehead. Her cunt worked my cock like a milkmaid worked the udder of a cow. Soft, delicate, wonderful.

I tried to ignore the growing fire in my balls as I switched on my tattoo gun. Pleasure radiated through me. My dick throbbed in her as I brought the tattoo gun’s needle her left breast. I squeezed the trigger.

It penetrated her tit.

“Oh, yes!” she groaned as the needle darted into her flesh, impregnating her skin with starry silver. Blood beaded red against her pale skin. Her cunt squeezed around my dick. “Such wonderful sensations!”

Somehow, her silky pussy squeezing my cock focused me on my task. It was the promise, my sweet reward for drawing my art upon her flesh, for adorning her with my worship. I worked the tattoo gun across the slight curve of her budding mound.

I brushed her hard, pink nipple was I inked. She quivered and moaned as I drew the angles of the seven-pointed star. Her voice sang around me. I reached the bottom of one line and then drew it up to form the next angled triangle, my knuckles grazing her areola.

“Yes, yes, yes, ink me!” she moaned. “Mark my host with my symbol!”

I groaned. Her cunt never stopped milking me, the pleasure surging through me in powerful waves. My orgasm built and built in me. My balls grew tighter and tighter. I wasn’t fucking her. She wasn’t moving. She was doing it all with her silky walls. They caressed me, bathed me.

I couldn’t hold out any longer. The star was only half-complete. Her sweet embrace was too much for me. I grit my teeth, fighting against it. The bliss swelled and swelled. Her pussy writhed about my dick, sucking at me.

“Give me your worship,” she gasped, her delicious pussy working harder at my cock. “Bathe me in your adoration!”

“Thank you, Goddess,” I groaned and erupted.

My spunk flooded her holy place. I grunted with each blast. I fired my cum into her while she gasped. Her back arched. She squirmed on the chair, her tiny breasts shaking and jiggling. Her silver eyes squeezed shut.

Her pussy spasmed about my cock. Her orgasmic convulsions massaged me, working out more and more of my cum to spurt into her. I groaned as my rapture shot through me. Spurt after spurt of my jizz sent blast after blast of ecstasy slamming into my mind.

I grunted, gripping the tattoo gun. Her cunt milked me dry. She shuddered, her thighs locked around my waist. Her breasts jiggled. Her eyes fluttered as she groaned out in ecstatic rapture. Her pussy kept convulsing around my dick.

I erupted, but I didn’t go soft. She kept me hard.

“Your task is but half-complete,” she moaned. Her finger seized my nipple. She pinched it between her fingernails.

Pain shot through me, slamming me out of the foggy daze of my orgasm.

“Sorry, my Goddess!” I gasped.

I went back to work. She moaned and cooed as the needle jabbed over and over into her flesh. She squirmed her hips, but her breast somehow didn’t move. It stayed perfectly still, letting me ink my art into her perfect flesh.

My dick never went soft. I had never experienced that in my life. Her cum-filled pussy gripped my dick, holding me tight in her sweet embrace. I groaned as another ache built and built at the tip of my cock. This wondrous pleasure that built.

By the time I finished the star, the pressure in my balls was about to explode as her pussy caressed me. She kept massaging me, milking me. I shuddered as her hot flesh writhed about me like her orgasm had never really stopped.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she moaned. “Oh, your work is so skilled! I love the beauty of it!”

“Thank you,” I panted, wanting to fuck her. To pound her.

I set down my tattoo gun. Already, the tattoo around her breast no longer was inflamed. She had healed it. She was a Goddess. I didn’t grab the rubbing alcohol to swab her. I didn’t need to sterilize her nipple.

She was a Goddess, how could she get sick?

“Oh, yes,” she groaned in anticipation, her silver eyes fluttering as I pinched her left nipple, making sure it was hard and erect. “Such wonderful delights!”

I surrounded her nipple with the piercing gun. The sharp needle poised to jab through her. I pulled the trigger.

The needle pierced through her nipple.

The effect was electric. Her back arched. A cry of rapture and agony burst from her lips. Her cunt spasmed wildly about my cock, frantic for more cum. Her pussy milked me as she heaved. Her eyes fluttered.

“Such wonders!” she screamed. “This body feels such delights. Pierce my other! Give me more bliss!”

“Yes!” I panted, my balls growing tighter and tighter. Her cunt spasmed around me. That hot flesh sucked at my dick.

I grit my teeth against my orgasm. I fought the pressure in my nuts. The tip of my dick ached in her convulsing flesh. Her tight, silky pussy sucked at my dick as I brought the piercing gun to her hard, right nipple.

I pulled the trigger.

She screamed out in ecstasy. Her body bucked hard. I groaned, my hips plunging forward. I fucked her hard, ramming my dick into her flesh. I leaned over my Goddess, the chair creaking and groaning as my dick buried to the hilt in her again and again.

My balls smacked against her flesh. The sound echoed through the room. She whimpered and moaned, crying out in delicious bliss. I gave her this pain. This pleasure. I made my Goddess feel this ecstasy.

I buried into my Goddess and exploded. giving her more proof of my adoration. My pleasure slammed through me. Intense bliss hammered my mind. Stars exploded silver around her, dancing in worship of the Goddess.

“I love you so much!” I moaned, her pussy milking me, drawing out all my seed to spill into her body.

It was powerful. Intense. I couldn’t breathe. I could only gasp in rapture. My mind drowned in the bliss. I never wanted this to end. I just wanted to feed her my jizz for eternity. To pump her full of my seed like she craved.

Her eyes shot open, glowing silver. She stared beyond flesh into the depths of my soul and spoke:

“You lie bleeding and gasping,

struck from behind,

dying in a room made of stone.

Through a door made of iron,

your guard watches on,

bribed to not lift a finger.

You die betrayed by your friend

over a pack of cigarettes.

It was hard to focus on her words as my balls emptied into her wonderful cunt. My pleasure peaked. Her pussy’s writhing stopped. I panted, pulling the piercing gun from her as my orgasm passed. Her nipples beaded with blood.

I had to finish my job. With a trembling hand, I snagged up a barbell piercing and unscrewed the ball cap. I shoved it through her left nipple. She shuddered as the thin wire of silver passed through her nipple. Her eyes fluttered.

“Yes,” she mewled.

I screwed on the cap.

“Such wonderful delights!” she moaned as I shoved the second piercing through her right nub. “Mmm, I love these.”

Adorned with her new jewelry, the Goddess pushed me back. I groaned as my cock, still sensitive from my two orgasms, plopped out of her juicy pussy. My cum ran out white of her pussy, staining the black leather of chair—a memento of her visit. With grace, she rose, her piercings glinting in the light, and she strode to the lobby.

I followed.

The cop had the older handmaiden on his lap, kissing her on the lips. My Goddess smirked at the sight. The twins sixty-nined furiously on the floor. The twin on top had her hair in a single, pleated braid, her ass wiggling atop her sister’s face.

My cock ached, still hard.

“Adorn the sisters,” my Goddess commanded. “Let them forever have mementos of this night.”

“With pleasure,” I groaned, staring at those nubile twins.

Then she turned to the cop. “My bodyguard, where is the nearest low establishment?”

“Low establishment?”

“Yes, where men congress to imbibe intoxicants.”

The cop blinked. I could almost see the cogs of his mind turning. “Do you mean a bar? There’s one next door.”

She smiled. “Yes, there is.” An orgasmic shudder ran through my Goddess. “And it is full to the bursting with lust. We shall find such worship there.”

My Goddess swept out of my parlor, her ass swaying with grace, trailed by the cop and the older handmaiden. The twins gasped and moaned on the floor, cumming on each other’s mouths. So fucking hot. The one with her auburn hair gathered in a braid sat up, her tits bouncing, and looked at my cock with lust.

“I want a tattoo of a thorny rose wrapped around my tit,” she purred. “The rose opening around my nipple.”

I grabbed her hand, pulling her into the back room, my cock once again hard. She sat on the chair as I gathered my supplies, her thighs spread to expose her shaved pussy, dripping with her sweet juices. She looked tight and juicy.

“This is going to hurt,” I told her with a smile and drove my cock into her.

She groaned, and I savored her tight pussy about my cock. My tattoo gun hissed to life, and I inked in her rose. Such a wonderful way to tattoo a girl, her pussy tight on my cock, squeezing me as she gasped and moaned in pain and pleasure.

Her twin sat down on a stool beside her, taking her hand. “How is it?”

“Amazing,” she gasped. “I’m gonna cum, Rhonda-May!”

“Then you best be doin’ that,” her sister grinned. “I reckon he’s lookin’ forward to your purtee cunt spasmin’ ’bout his pecker!”

I was. I couldn’t wait to find out if her twin felt any different when she came on my cock.

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