1. The Devil's Pact Ghost of Paris Interlude Chapter 3: The Tattoo Artist


    Date: 5/30/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Female/Female, Incest, Male/Female, Mind Control, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 75, Source: sexstories.com

    stars. I fell to my knees. She was a Goddess incarnated in flesh. Her bearing spoke power and her movements spoke majesty. She strode straight towards me, my eyes falling on her trimmed, blonde bush sticky with her passion. The lips of her well-fucked pussy peaked out of those stained curls. “I wish my host to have a permanent memory of this night,” she purred. “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 touched her right, budding breast, circling her pink nipple. “I will,” I breathed, my cock hard as a rock. “Strip and let me gaze upon your strong countenance.” I pulled the black, leather vest I wore off, throwing it carelessly on the floor. Her eyes appreciating my muscular form covered in tattoos. Then I unfastened my heavy, black belt studded with stainless steel. I kicked my shoes off and dropped my jeans and boxers, my cock standing thick and proud before me. “Very nice,” she purred, touching my muscular flesh. “You stir such passions in me. 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. I wanted to stay and watch the hot sight, but my Goddess motioned me to follow her with her graceful hand. “Do not worry. You shall taste both of them as your reward for this evening,” promised my Goddess. The Goddess gracefully sat on the reclining chair, spreading her legs. I could ...
    smell the cum oozing out of her. “Use silver,” she purred as I gathered my supplies on a rolling table. “And barbells piercings to adorn my nipples.” I grabbed my tattoo gun, a fresh needle, silver ink, a piercing needle, and a pair of silver barbells to adorn her nipples. 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. “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 needled dipped over and over into her flesh. “Keep working, and you shall taste my flesh when you are finished.” My cock throbbed in anticipation. I drew the star, accompanied by her sweet moans of joy. Her pussy grew wetter and wetter, exuding a heady, spicy aroma that only inflamed my desires. It didn't take long to finish the star by her groin, there wasn't much space to work in, so it was small. “Your skill is to be praised, artist,” she purred as I wiped away the blood. “Let me put a bandage on it,” I said. “No need.” I glanced at the tattoo, and it was healed. Instead of being inflamed, it looked like she had the star for months. A miracle. “And now here,” she purred, hooking her legs around his waist as he stood up and she pulled him to her. My cock sank into her warm, wet, tight depths. I groaned as the Heaven of her cunt embraced me. A gasp passed her sweet lips, her back arching ...
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