Page 9 of Saint
It was normal for people to undress in front of me. People get tattoos anywhere there was skin. I’d tattooed tits, asses, dicks, and cunts. You name it, I’d done it. So, I was used to naked people. But Oya...Oya wasn’t even going to be completely nude. Just her removing her shirt was enough to have me panting.
I grabbed the silk blouse from her hand as she stood in front of the mirror in a black lace bra, covering ample-sized breasts, specks of dark skin peeking through. She looked like a fucking goddess. I hung the shirt on the rack in the corner customers used for their clothes if they needed to undress.
I felt her eyes track me throughout the room. The hum vibrating through my body was exciting and unnerving. I’ve never wanted to experience a woman as much as I wanted to experience the walls of Oya’s pussy fluttering around my cock, or her pussy juices on my tongue so bad. I paused for a moment and pusheddown my desires. This wasn’t about me getting my dick wet, I reminded myself. She wanted a tattoo, nothing more.
I prepared the gun, then finally looked at her again. She still stood in front of the mirror, gazing at me through the reflection. “What’s on your mind?” she asked.
“Do you really want to know?” I asked, taking a step closer to her.
She faced me. I knew she wanted me. It showed brightly in her eyes. But she would have to take the first step because if I had Oya once, it wouldn’t be just one time. She was just that kind of woman.
“I do,” she answered.
I walked forward until I stood in front of her. Her chest rose quickly, expecting my answer.
“I was just thinking how much I would love for you to come in my mouth.” I licked my lips just thinking about the moisture touching my tongue. Her tiny gasp urged me further. “How good it will feel to have your cunt wrapped tightly around my cock.”
Her brown eyes darkened.
“Would you like that, sweetheart?” I asked.
Taking a leap of faith, I brushed the pads of my thumbs over her rigid nipples, still encased in her lace bra. Her eyes closed on contact. It was probably forward of me, but I couldn’t help it. I loved seeing her reaction.
“Would you like my tongue and cock buried deep in your wet pussy?”
“Saint,” she moaned, arching towards me.
“All you have to do is ask, Oya.” I grasped both her breasts, squeezing them in my hands, loving how heavy they were, how soft. I could just imagine them in my mouth. “Tell me, and I’ll give you the fucking world.”
“But you don’t know me.”
“I don’t.” I ran my tongue up the column of her neck, relishing in the taste of her skin. “But I want to. All you have to do is say the word.”
Her eyes focused on me, heavy with lust. “I want it.”
I smirked. “Want what, Oya?”
“I want you, Saint.” She unhooked her bra, the fabric falling to the floor. “I want you inside of me.”
There was the confident woman I first met. Bashful Oya was cute, but this woman had fire simmering in her body, and I wanted to be doused in her flames.
“Strip.”
I took a step away from her, giving her space to finish undressing and giving me time to calm down before I fucked her against the mirror. She removed her skirt and underwear. I took her black lacy thong and sniffed it, then shoved the fabric in my pocket. “These are mine, now. For when I can’t have you.”
She stood before me, bare. It was the most glorious sight, I’d ever seen. “You are fucking amazing.” I squeezed both of her tits, and she groaned. “So, fucking responsive. In the chair,” I ordered.
She slid into the tattoo chair without hesitation, and I pulled the rolling stool in front of her and sat. I pushed her legs apart, getting a view of the prettiest cunt I’d ever seen. Chocolate, moist petals hiding a pink center. Dripping and plump. Ripe and ready for my tongue and my dick.
Soft and wet, I ran my index finger through her slit, parting her folds. Then I licked from the bottom to the top of her pussy, swirling my pierced tongue around her clit. I groaned asher taste covered my tongue and her scent filled my nostrils. Gripping her thighs, I pulled her closer, nipping, then flicking her clit until she started squirming from my touch. She gripped my head pulling me closer to her body.
“I could fucking eat your pussy until the day I die, Oya.”
I gazed up at her through lust-filled eyes, while I continued to devour her. I sucked her clit in my mouth, alternating between sucking gently and harder. A gush of wetness flooded my mouth, and my eyes rolled. If her pussy tasted this good, I could only imagine how she would feel while I fucked her.
I inserted two fingers inside her, moving them in and out of her slowly. Her hips met the thrust of my fingers. Her walls fluttered, and it was crazy how wet she became. As I fucked her with my fingers and tongue, her moans and scent filled the room.
“Damn,” she moaned, her hips slightly lifting from the chair, “that feels so good.”
