Andrew was very professional and a complete gentlemen when we arrived, which was good because we were far from model customers. My friends Tania and Lisa had goaded me into getting a tattoo. They both had a several and Andrew had just done one for Lisa a few months earlier.
We stumbled into his shop just after 10pm. My Husband Jeremy was still parking the car and Lisa, Tania and I were all drunk and loud.
"Andrew, Andrew," Lisa laughed as she stood at the counter. "My friend Laura needs a tattoo and I told her you were the only person around to go to."
"Andrew grinned and nodded. "Thank you. What is she looking for?"
Lisa turned and pulled me beside her. She was the defacto leader of our small group of friends. I loved her dearly and she was, without question a bad bitch. She exercised like a fiend, she was skinny and did crossfit, and she didn't take shit from anyone, least of all her husband. "This is Laura, isn't she hot?"
"She is very pretty," Andrew smiled and nodded.
"Not just pretty," Lisa corrected. "She's hot. She has great tits and she wants you to put a tattoo on one of them and is really hot. Look at these tits." She placed her hands under my breasts and presented them for Andrew to see.
I shook my head as my cheeks flushed. I was far from hot but I appreciated her for saying it. I did have nice boobs. That was one of the reasons for my choosing that location, but the rest of my body was a bit of a mess. I needed to lose at least 50 pounds. My ass was too wide and much too flat. My stomach was anything but flat and my thighs were too thick but I did have a cute face, long auburn hair and what my husband called "beautiful golden brown eyes."
Andrew turned to face me and flashed me a dazzling smile. He was a good looking light skinned black man with beautiful green eyes and loose black curly hair. He was tall and fit with bulging tattooed biceps and broad muscular shoulders. He wore a tight Harley Davidson tee shirt that clung to his sculpted chest like a second skin. He wasn't the type of man I usually found attractive but he was undeniably sex and I felt a strong tug of attraction the moment I looked at him.
"So what type of tattoo are you looking for?" Andrew asked, trying to remain professional. He had just a hint of a southern drawl that only added to his appeal and I felt like a smitten school girl as I started to describe what I wanted.
"Something small and girly," I laughed. "I love Tinkerbell and I guess I want her with me all the time. Only like a few inches tall, in color obviously."
"Okay, that should be easy do you have a picture to go off and where do you want it?"
"Right here," I laughed, pointing to my left tit just inside of the nipple. I had no idea why I thought that was a good idea but after a day spent drinking at the winery with my best friends it made sense at the time. Then I pulled out my phone and showed him the picture I'd chosen on the way over.
Andrew quoted me a price and I handed him my debit card without hesitation. I was surprised my husband wasn't back from parking the car, but I found out later he stopped at the bar next door to grab a drink since he was the only sober one among us.
Andrew nodded for me to follow him back to the chair in his studio and I started to turn but Lisa grabbed my arm. "I told you he was hot. Isn't he hot?" She asked loud enough for Andrew to hear and my cheeks warmed and flushed again.
"He's gorgeous," I replied honestly as I started to walk behind him into the back room where his chair and equipment was located.
"Look at that ass Laura, oh my God don't you wish Jeremy had an ass like that. I know I wish Rob did."
I nodded and Andrew laughed. He really was a good looking man with a perfect but and I suspected he was used to comments like Lisa's from tipsy women.
He stepped aside to let me into the studio and our eyes met for a moment. I felt a spark of energy and I smiled with mock confidence. My body image was shit but I was drunk enough to fake it. I had no delusions he was into me but a girl could dream.
"I'm going to close the door so you can have some privacy and so Lisa doesn't interrupt me while I work. This will take a little over an hour. Maybe 90 minutes. I can lock it if you'd like."
"Yeah, that might be best," I grinned sheepishly. Lisa was awesome but drunk Lisa could be a handful and I certainly didn't want her distracting Andrew while he put permanent ink into my skin.
At his instruction I removed my shirt and bra. I felt surprisingly comfortable being topless in front of him, even when my nipples stiffened in the cool air conditioned room. He looked at my tits and smiled and I felt my pussy moisten. I'd been married for almost 30 years and he was the first non doctor other than my husband to see my bare chest.
"Lisa was right," Andrew said in a low, sexy voice. "You do have great breasts. Maybe if you like your Tinkerbell we can do a Mini Mouse on the other. There is certainly plenty of room," he mused as he began to prep my left tit with alcohol.
A soft sigh slipped from my lips as his fingers brushed accidentally against my taut nipple and Andrew smiled when he heard it.
"You like that?" He teased softly and I nodded. Unbeknownst to my friends in the lobby, Jeremy and I had something of an agreement. We weren't swingers but Jeremy loved the idea of sharing me with another man and we sometimes roll played that scenario using a big black dildo. He had made it clear he'd like to do it for real but I had been reluctant. I was afraid of what the repercussions might be and I doubted a guy would be interested in a fat, middle aged woman like me.
"I do," I said softly. "I have very sensitive nipples and if I am worked up enough I can cum just having them sucked on or played with."
"Really, and what would get you that worked up?" He asked bluntly and my eyes dropped to the crotch of his jeans. A myriad of thoughts ran through my mind and in my inebriated state I blurted one out.
"Sucking your dick knowing my husband and friends were in the lobby would certainly get me there." I couldn't believe what I'd said but I couldn't unsay it so I nodded, letting him know that I was deadly serious.
Andrew reached for his zipper and I grinned. It was a game of chicken to see if one of us blinked. I had no intention of backing down and when he pulled out his flaccid black dick I motioned him closer.
I opened my mouth and took him inside me. My eyes closed as the flavor of sweat and precum tickled my tongue. I felt dirty and naughty. I knew my husband would approve and I sucked hard as my tongue swirled over the spongy tip of his growing dick. He was bigger than Jeremy but not freakishly large. Maybe a solid 7 inches but he was thick and once hard it stretched my lips.
He ran his fingers through my hair and my head began to bob. I moaned long and low as I cupped his hairy balls and looked up into his pretty eyes. It felt surreal and the mind fuck from what I was doing make my head spin and my pussy drip. My panties were damp and my body was humming.
Andrew reached for my tit and began to toy with my nipples. His fingers felt great and I moaned louder, urging him on as I sucked harder and faster. He rolled both my nipples between his thumbs and fingers and I started to squirm. My legs began to tremble and my back arched in the chair. I sucked hard and grabbed his pulsating shaft. My breath caught in my chest and I tensed before the grand release. Waves of intense pleasure washed over me and I let his hard cock slip from my lips. I clenched my teeth to stop myself from crying out as I stroked his slippery dick until my pleasure ebbed.
"Fuck me," I whispered. "Please, fuck me."
"I don't have a condom."
"No need," I replied as I wiggled out of my jeans and spread my legs wide.
He knelt between my thick thighs and buried the length of his cock in my still quivering cunt. He felt amazing. He was a perfect fit and his girth felt much better than my husband's decidedly average sized dick.
He grabbed my hips and thrust hard and fast. Our bodies slapped together and I gazed longingly into his eyes. His breathing began to labor and I grinned.
"Cum for me baby," I whispered. I tensed my pussy, doing kegels as he thrust deep. He buried himself in my cunt and emptied his balls into my womb.
It was over in ten minutes start to finish and I pulled up my pants and panties as he finished sanitizing my tit. I could feel his cum leaking from my depths as his tattoo gun started to hum. I've never been a big fan of pain but the sharp zaps of the needle as he worked on my tattoo mixed with my post sex euphoria was a wonderful mix and when he finished I assured him that I'd be back to add Mini Mouse to my other breast as long as I could get the same treatment the next time.
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