1. Amber - Chapter 3


    Date: 9/26/2016, Categories: Fiction, Bi-sexual, Blowjob, Body modification, Cheating, Cum Swallowing, Erotica, Extreme, Female exhibitionist, Female/Female, First Time, Mind Control, Teen Female/Teen Female, Threesome, Author: PantheWriter, Rating: 93.5, Source: sexstories.com

    (normally quite conservative) members of his hometown lapped it up. He’d thought that he would finally be able to shock them when he’d had Amber’s twitter feed announce that she was sucking cock and going to take on two men at once, but instead he’d been sent a huge number of “good luck” tweets, and stories of threesomes, as detailed as 140 characters would allow. He wasn’t even sure that the shot of “her” pussy would be enough to offend anyone—judging by some of the PMs that he was seeing arrive in the inbox, it would possibly even be welcomed with open arms. Rob made a mental note to sit down and come up with some stuff that was bound to make Amber’s army of followers look down on her. With a bit of effort, he was sure he’d be able to find something appropriately distasteful... * * * The artist raised one eyebrow when Amber showed him her requests. “You’ve never had a tattoo before...and these are what you want to start with?“ “Exactly,” Amber beamed, adjusting her top to show as much cleavage as possible. It was a trick she’d learned many years ago, but only in the last few weeks had she discovered that there was no need to be subtle about it. She’d woken up that morning feeling...wrong. Like something was missing. Strangely uncomfortable in her own skin. She’d been halfway through giving the guy she’d brought home a blow-job when she’d realized exactly what it was—she was missing her tattoos. The thought hadn’t really made sense at first—she’d ...
    never had any tattoos to miss—but by the time last night’s pick-up had unloaded into her mouth, and was positioning himself to enter her pussy, Amber had decided that she was overthinking it. It didn’t matter that she’d never had the tattoos, they were hers, and they were missing, and she was going to remedy that first thing in the morning. Even if it did mean missing another class. She’d been so excited that she hadn’t wasted time on a shower—the tattoo artist had given her another strange look when he’d gotten to the tattoo she was getting right above her mound—but Amber wasn’t bothered. The thrill she was getting from watching the needle permanently etch her skin with designs felt so good, so right that it was hard to care about anything. Finally the tattoos were done—the artist carefully put protective plastic over them, but Amber knew that the second she got home, she’d rip it off. She wanted...no, she needed to see the designs that were going to be decorating her for the rest of her life. They were simultaneously comforting...and hot. As she went to pay, a pang of doubt hit Amber for the first time. They weren’t cheap—she’d insisted on getting the best artist in town (her body deserved nothing less, she’d told herself) and they were going to eat into a significant chunk of her savings. Ah well , she thought, forcing the worries out of her mind. I’d happily pay this twice over—if I had to choose, I’d rather have my precious tattoos back than eat!
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