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A Bunnie To Play With - Chapter 15 - Graduation

Date: 10/13/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: ChrissieLecker, Rating: 10, Source: LushStories

ring closed around it. She stepped around and fixated my other arm. “Oh, the things I could do to you!” she exclaimed happily. Back between my legs, she took a close look that made my cheeks explode with a fresh blush, a blush that deepened when she ran her fingers over my smooth pussy lips. “You did a good job with the waxing. I usually have to finish the job for my customers, but we can work with this.” “Thanks. It stung like hell.” She giggled. “That’s the price of beauty.” Suddenly, she looked contemplative. Then a wicked grin appeared on her lips. “You know, we could save a bit of time if we let Monique do your hair. I doubt we’ll have much traffic this afternoon anyway. Are you okay…” She trailed off, eyes narrowing, then smirked. “Know what, you’re not in a position to object anyway.” She went to the door and opened it. “Monique, do you have time to give me a hand with her hair?” “Just a sec!” was the immediate reply. I closed my eyes and tried to keep the full-body blush that wanted to spread out contained. It was no use. “My, she’s a cute one,” the woman proclaimed. “What color?” “Full pink. Eyebrows too.” I opened one eye. Both were standing close together and grinning. Monique was rubbing her hands. Then they moved a small washing basin behind the chair, and while Monique turned on the water and adjusted the temperature, Jolene slipped on surgical gloves and smiled. “Let’s get us started,” she declared and picked up a wad of cotton wool that she sprayed with ... something that smelled alcoholic. She dabbed it over my pussy lips, spreading a cold, moist feeling over them, just as her partner tilted my head back and began washing my hair. Something pointy touched my pussy. I tried to look down, but Monique’s fingers held my head in place. “I’m just drawing the outline,” Jolene told me. I closed my eyes. Monique’s fingers felt lovely as they worked the shampoo into my hair. “That feels nice,” I whispered. “This won’t,” I heard Jolene mumble, then a soft buzzing filled the air and I couldn’t contain the whimper. A sharp pain started to radiate from the top of my left pussy lip. “Fuck!” I complained. “That hurts!” I could feel each quick stab of the tattoo needle, and it felt just like the dreaded finger pricks at the doctor’s for sugar tests. Well, not exactly like that. A latex-clad finger wormed its way into my pussy, and I was sure that this wasn’t part of the normal routine. While the pain had pushed my arousal to the side, my pussy still was slightly lubricated from the excitement at my pending transformation that had built up all day. Jolene used that lubrication and pushed her index finger all the way inside me, and the arousal was back instantly. “Oh shit,” I gasped and felt my pussy walls clench around the intruder. The needle continued its painful dance and drove tears to my eyes. “What?” Monique inquired, rinsing the shampoo off my hair. The finger started to move in and out, and I was torn between pleasure and pain. “Tell her,” ...