“Hi Maggie. Just be gentle.”

She smiled at him as she went about her preparations. “Don’t be nervous.”

“You’re kidding, right? Not like this is my first.”

Maggie ran her hand though her shoulder length brunette hair. Her black tee hung from her shoulders by spaghetti straps and featured a guitar in flames covering her ample breasts. She offered a glimpse of her navel before a short jean skirt. Her legs were bare down to the black cowboy boots that came half way up her calves. A shiny stud in her nose was an interesting contrast to all the freckles on her face.

The room was done in ancient wood paneling on both walls and ceiling. A card table in one corner beside the rising stairs. The ancient ghetto blaster pumped out Eddie Van Halen doing a lick on “Finish What You Started.”

She pulled a small rolling table, wheels clicking on the cheap laminate floor, over to the white knock down cupboard unit that was directly opposite of the stairs. Picking up a small square of wax paper, she asked, “And this is it, Cliff?”

Cliff grinned and his round face nodded. His fringe of hair around his near bald head was glistening from hair gel. “Yeah, not a fan of anything too big.” He pulled his red sweater over his head leaving his cuddly form in blue jeans and a white under shirt.

“Okay, up on the table then.”

The green padded table was in the centre of the room. Carl lifted himself up on to it.

She glanced over as she rummaged through the cupboard. “Show me where you want it.”

He slipped his belt off and unzipped his fly. He jumped back off the table and pulled down his pants.

Maggie’s shocked glance subsided when she saw he still had sweat shorts on.

Back up on the table and he rolled the waistband down to expose the front of his right hip. “I took some Tylenol earlier. Completely sober otherwise.”

She grinned and pulled the rolling table over beside where Cliff lay. “I see. You’re still going to feel it.” She pulled a rolling stool over as well.

On the rolling table were small paper cups of different inks. On the lower shelf was a compressor like machine that was plugged by extension cord to the far wall. A second cord led to a hand held gun looking device that was covered in a plastic bag.

“One second,” Maggie said. She opened a door in the paneling behind her and vanished. The sound of running water and she quickly returned rubbing her hands off with paper towel. “Okay.”. She pulled latex gloves on and looked at his hip.

Cliff felt the warmth of her fingers and tried to ignore it.

Pulling the stool up, she picked up the wax paper and placed it on the spot on his hip. “Let’s get this party started.”

Cliff grinned. “You do a lot of this?”

She nodded as she lightly rubbed the wax paper. “Probably two a day or so. Been doing it five years now.” She pulled back on the corner of the wax paper and checked. Slowly she pulled it the rest of the way off, leaving the exterior design of a pentagram inside a circle.

Cliff lifted his head until his chin pushed on his chest. “How does it look?”

“Great,” she answered with a smile. “This won’t hurt a bit.” Her eyes went wide to mock her words.

Cliff let his head lay back and closed his eyes. He heard her fiddling and checking the needles while he cleared his mind to a white piece of paper.

Soon the needle started to itch him…to etch him. No real pain, but due to the proximaty of where the art was being placed, Cliff’s worst fear became a reality.

An erection started raising in his shorts.

Maggie worked for a few minutes before stopping. Chuckling, she patted his erection. “Is this for me?”

Cliff, eyes still closed, smiled. “Your’s if you want it.”

“Fucking huge…damned straight I want it.” Her hand stroked through the fabric of his shorts. “I’ll finish work before we play, though.” She pulled his shorts down so the tip of his cock was out. A low whistle and she leaned over and kissed it. “I’ll be back for you shortly. You’re gonna make my dildo jealous.”

Cliff laughed and remained with his eyes closed. After a few more minutes of the etching itching, he fell asleep.

He dreamed of a pencil drawing, without hands, on the white sheet his mind projected. It was a delightful wavy drawing with gorgeous detail. Then a pair of lips appeared from the darkness overhead. A tongue came out and licked the eraser on the end of the pencil before the lips covered it and sucked it between them…

Cliff drifted awake already knowing that Maggie’s mouth was on him. He lifted his head, again, and could see a white bandage had been taped over the tattoo and that Maggie was now at the foot of the table and running her tongue up his shaft.

“Hey, sleepy head. I would give you a discount for this, but…” She kissed the tip and took him in her mouth.

His hand found the back of her head and pulled her lips further down on him.

She stopped, got up and walked around the table. She climbed back up, resting a thigh on either side of Cliff’s head. She sat her full weight down upon him.

Cliff was able to let his tongue go straight to work as there was no underwear under the jean skirt. He pushed his tongue between her wet lips and was able to suck her clit into his mouth.

She grasped and stroked his dick while moaning from the sensation of Cliff between her legs. Soon the warmness of his tongue lapping turned her moans into screams as her orgasm came in waves.

She collapsed upon him, head near his navel proving that sixty-nine just could not work with her.

Cliff lifted her, amazed at how light she was. He pushed her so her knees were together beside his head. Then sitting up, he swung his legs over the side of the table. He picked her up, again, like a feather.

“No more,” she whimpered.

Cliff ignored the cry and spread her legs so she was now straddling his hips. He slowly lowered her onto his erection.

As she inched slowly down with his cock piercing her, her moans became like hiccups, one with each inch as his cock etched inside.

Cliff’s fingers of one hand dug into her ass and lifted her up and down on him. His other hand reached up and pulled her hair back. Her gasps became stronger as his lips ran along her neck.

Cliff’s warm cum erupted within her causing her to reach a second, stronger orgasm. She cried as his softening erection still rubbed her clit. She bit hard into his shoulder to keep from screaming again.

He pulled her hair back, pulling her away. His other hand ripped her shirt open.

She whimpered again, “No more.”

He began his feast.

Maggie worked for a few minutes before stopping. Chuckling, she patted his erection. “Is this for me?”

Cliff, eyes still closed, smiled. “Your’s if you want it.”

“Fucking huge…damned straight I want it.” Her hand stroked through the fabric of his shorts. “I’ll finish work before we play, though.” She pulled his shorts down so the tip of his cock was out. A low whistle and she leaned over and kissed it. “I’ll be back for you shortly. You’re gonna make my dildo jealous.”

She dipped the needle into the ink when she stopped for the sound of footsteps upstairs. Starting the needle, she quietly said, “Shit, my husband is home.” Patting his erection one last time, she continued, “I would have enjoyed that, too.” She slipped his shorts back over his penis and went back to work.

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