Tramp Stamp
Casey groaned. “Oh my God,” she moaned. “My head hurts. My head hurts so bad.”
“You really shouldn’t drink so much,” said a woman’s voice.
Casey blinked in confusion as reality slowly edged out the fog that her brain had been in. Who the ... where the ... what the hell was going on here? Where the hell was she, and just who the heck was this woman?
Casey seemed to become aware of a number of things almost at the very same time.
The first and most obvious thing was that she was bent over something, a stool or ... no, not a stool, but something.
Almost in the very next instant, she realized something else. Her jeans and her panties were down around her knees and her top was pulled up nearly to her chest.
The third thing she realized was that there was a bit of pain from the lower part of her back. Casey had the feeling the pain had been worse before and that whatever pain was still there was just a residue of what had gone before, but there was no doubt about it that it was still there.
“Remember,” a man was saying from somewhere behind her, “you don’t want to rub it right away.”
What the hell, thought the pretty, young girl with the long blond hair. What was a man doing looking at her butt?
She turned and looked at the man sitting behind her. He was a big Asian man and he had to weigh at least three hundred pounds. Probably closer to four, Casey thought. He had long black hair and a Fu Manchu mustache and he was covered in tattoos and he was busy picking up what looked like needles and bottles.
What the hell? What was going on here?
“Shouldn’t rub what?” Casey asked.
“Your tattoo,” the man said.
“My what?!”
The man picked up a rag that hardly looked all that clean to Casey. “Your tattoo,” he said. “You want to make sure the inks set in good.”
Casey craned her head around and she could barely see it but there were three small, red flowers nestled on the small of her back. “Oh my God.”
“I know,” the tattoo man said, for that was clearly what he was, “I told you we should have gone bigger, but it looks good.”
“Oh my God.”
“Yeah, I know,” the tattoo man said, “but like I said, just be careful and try not to rub anything against it for the next few hours, okay?”
“Okay,” Casey said numbly. She couldn’t believe it. She had a tattoo.
“You really shouldn’t drink so much,” the woman’s voice said again.
Casey pulled her attention away from the tattoo artist to the woman who was watching her and suddenly, her eyes went wide with terror. “What are you doing here?” she spat out.
Vicki Antonucci smiled. “Now is that any way for you to be,” she said. “I bring you here so you can get a tattoo just like you said you wanted and I even pay for it out of my own money, and you act like I’m the bad guy here.”
“You are the bad guy. You think that me and Chris—”
“You think I’m mad because you stole my boyfriend from me,” the other woman said in a voice that dripped of false sincerity. “You can have him. I am so over him.”
“I don’t believe you,” Casey said.
Vicki shrugged. “You can believe what you want, but I’ve moved on.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“You can believe what you want, bitch, but I’m so over you. You’re yesterday’s news.”
“Then why are you here?”
“Why, to help you get your tattoo, of course.”
“But I didn’t want a tattoo,” Casey said in a hushed whisper.
“That’s not what you told me, and that’s not what you told everyone else here. Just ask them. Ask anybody.”
Casey wasn’t sure how she knew it but she knew what the answer would be. She could tell just from the look in Vicki’s face. The girl practically radiated triumph and Casey wasn’t even sure why but it was as if she knew she’d won and she couldn’t wait to crow about it. Well, if that was the case, Casey wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of that, at least.
“You brought me here?”
“Of course.”
“Then I expect you’re going to take me home?”
“Of course. It wouldn’t be any fun if I didn’t do that.”
Casey didn’t like the sound of that but the truth was she didn’t want to call any of her friends to come get her. The less people that knew about this, she figured, the better.
All that remained then was to pull up her panties and her jeans. The tattoo man gave her a few last minute instructions and then it was done.
The ride home was done in complete silence. Casey still had no idea how Vicki had managed to get her drunk and get her out to the tattoo parlor and as far as she was concerned, the quicker she put this behind her, the better. One thing was certain though. She hadn’t trusted Vicki before, but after this, well, after this, she’d be a whole lot more careful than she had been before. Best to keep as much distance between her and Vicki as possible.
Vicki pulled up in front of Casey’s apartment building. “Looks like we’re home,” she said.
“Yeah,” Casey agreed as she got out of the car.
“Oh,” said Vicki. “One more thing.”
Casey turned to look back in the car. “What’s that?”
“Stay away from my boyfriend, tramp,” and with that, Vicki sped away.
Casey just glared at Vicki’s car before she turned and went inside. So Vicki hadn’t gotten over what her and Chris had done. Well, that was good to know.
Back in her apartment, Casey looked at her tattoo. It wasn’t that bad, she tried to tell herself. It was just three little flowers.
But it was a fucking tattoo.
It was actually quite well done. Three flowers, red petals with yellow centers and not too ostentatious. For someone who hadn’t wanted to get a tattoo at all, if she was going to have to get one, then this one wasn’t bad at all.
Except that it was a fucking tattoo.
And it wasn’t like she was going to let anyone see it that wasn’t supposed to see it.
She growled to herself because she knew that wasn’t the point. The point was it was a fucking tattoo.
Casey gave up looking at it. Looking at it wasn’t going to make it go away. Unfortunately! Looking at it was only going to make it worse.
As keyed up as she still was, Casey dropped off to sleep rather easily that night. Maybe it was the alcohol in her system, she told herself, or maybe it was just the stress finally just wearing her down. Whatever it was, she slipped rather easily into a blissful sleep.
The next morning, Casey couldn’t help but look at the tattoo again. The weird thing, she thought was that the colors that had seemed so vibrant just the night before seemed somewhat muted now. She wasn’t sure what that meant. Maybe it meant that the tattoo would fade over time but she doubted that. Tattoos weren’t supposed to fade, were they?
The blond shook her head. She couldn’t believe it. Blond hair, blue eyes and long legs, long legs that led all the way up to ...
She couldn’t believe it. She had a fucking tattoo.
Mr. Harper was just opening the hardware store when the perky blond pulled up in front of his store. Casey hopped out of her car and ran over to where the man was tugging on a display case. “Can I help you with that?” she asked.
The old man looked up. “Oh hey, Casey. Sure, you can.”
Casey grabbed one of the display racks and rolled it out in front of the store and she went in for another. She’d been working for Mr. Hooper ever since she graduated from high school which meant she was coming up on four years now working for him.
The hardware store was your basic neighborhood store. It seemed like they were always facing off against the bigger chain stores but so far at least, Mr. Harper had managed to keep things going.
Casey went in for another rack and wheeled it out in front of the store. It was getting to be time for spring planting so that meant there would be some good traffic this weekend, or at least Casey hoped so for Mr. Harper’s sake. She liked the old guy and besides, if the store did well, that was good for her, too.
“What else do you need me to do?” she asked the owner.
“Can you check inside and see if everything’s in place?”
“Sure thing, Mr. Harper.”
Casey picked up her apron as she went inside the store. She walked up and down the aisles. Everything was in place. In fact, she would have been surprised if something wasn’t in place.
“How’s it look, Casey?”
“Everything looks fine, Mr. Harper.”
“Sounds like we’re good to go,” the storeowner said.
“Sounds like it,” Casey agreed.
Casey usually manned the first cash register and Mrs. Wilson would come in later to man the second one. Kathy Wilson was an older woman who worked there part time to pick up a little extra money but she was cool, Casey thought. She was a lot older than her but she didn’t try to use that as an excuse to boss her around. It wasn’t like they were close either, but that was fine with Casey.
It was mid-afternoon when Casey first started to notice it. At first, it was just a dull aching in her lower back. When she didn’t have customers in line, she tried leaning over the counter to see if she could stretch her muscles but that didn’t seem to help.
“Something wrong,” Kathy asked from the next cash register over.
“Just a pain in my back,” Casey said.
“Maybe you should see a chiropractor,” the other woman said. “My Bruce swears by them.”
“I don’t think it’s that kind of pain, Mrs. Wilson. It’s more like ... like an itching or something.”
“Oh.”
Oh was right, Casey thought. What the heck was wrong with her back?
Her back was killing her by the time Casey finally got off work that night. It was a burning, itching sensation and it seemed to come from the same place as her new tattoo and that had gotten Casey to thinking. Maybe there was something wrong with the tattoo. Maybe ... who knew what ... maybe, they’d used dirty needles. Maybe, there’d been an allergic reaction to the ink. Maybe ...
Who knew what it might be, but the more she thought about it, the more she was sure that there was something wrong.
The only thing was she didn’t know where the tattoo parlor was. She might have been awake when she’d been taken there but she hadn’t been aware, and she certainly had a whole lot more to think about on her way home that night than where the hell the tattoo parlor was located.
She supposed she could have called Vicki but she didn’t want to do that. She didn’t want to owe Vicki anything and that meant either she was going to have to find the place on her own or she was going to have to go see a doctor.
But before she did that, she decided to take a look for herself. She went to the bathroom before she left work and she closed the door and she locked it. She pulled her jeans down and then her panties and she turned around so she could look at herself in the mirror.
And what she saw was nothing. Her tattoo was gone.
That couldn’t be, of course. Tattoos didn’t just disappear. Of course, the meaning was obvious. She’d been out of it the night before so they’d drawn something on her. They hadn’t tattooed her at all and of course in the morning when she’d showered, the ink had washed off.
Ha, ha. Very funny.
Except why had she felt pain the night before and why had she seen it this morning. She was sure that had been after she’d taken her shower. And besides, if that was the case, why did it hurt now.
That last part might have been the easiest to answer, she realized. Her skin could be reacting to the ink in the marker and for that matter, maybe that was what had created the pain from the night before. That actually made sense, and what if she’d looked at the tattoo before she’d taken her shower and not after. Sure, she thought. Sure, it all made sense.
She reached behind her and she stroked the place where she was sure the tattoo had been. Yep, that was where the pain was, and rubbing herself there actually made the feeling a little better.
Vicki was so going to pay for this, Casey told herself as she continued to stroke the place where the tattoo had been. Casey wasn’t sure how or when, but Vicki was definitely going to pay.
So the question really, Casey asked herself was should she go to a doctor or not.
Doctors cost money, Casey told herself, and besides, just rubbing herself there was actually making it feel better, and probably, a doctor would just tell her to go out and buy some cream that would cost her an arm and a leg. No, she’d deal with this on her own and if it wasn’t better by tomorrow, she supposed she’d have to go see a doctor then.
Casey rubbed the spot a little bit more and then finally, she let it go. She was feeling a lot better now, she told herself as she pulled up her panties and her jeans. She didn’t need to go see a doctor.
She unlocked the bathroom door. She walked up to the front of the store. “See ya later, Mr. Harper,” she said. “See you later, Mrs. Wilson.”
“You going home now, Casey?” the store owner asked.
“Yep.”
“See you tomorrow then.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Casey said.
It wasn’t completely fine, Casey realized as she walked to her car. The itching was starting to come back again, but when she rubbed the spot, it quickly went away again. She only hoped she wasn’t going to have to do this all night long.
It happened again on the way home. This time, she was stopped at a stop light but again, all it took was a little rubbing and the pain went away.
Actually, it was something else that had her attention, Casey told herself by the time she arrived home. Her pussy was ... well, she wasn’t that kind of girl, but ... okay, she wasn’t that kind of girl, but her pussy was kind of wet.
And besides, her pussy wasn’t the only itch that needed to be scratched.
The place where the tattoo had been was beginning to itch again by the time Casey got home and Casey was really starting to wonder if maybe she was going to have to gone to see a doctor. Of course, that would mean finding a clinic that was open and besides, when she rubbed the spot where the tattoo had been again, the itching once more went away.
And besides, that wasn’t the only itch that she needed to have scratched.
Maybe she should call Chris over, she told herself. He could definitely scratch that other itch, and wouldn’t he be surprised. After all, she’d told him she wanted to wait and make sure things were right before they had sex, so wouldn’t he be surprised when she told him she was ready.
Of course, she wouldn’t have to do that if she didn’t want to, Casey told herself. After all, there were plenty of guys in the apartment complex and she was twenty-one and hot. Surely, there’d be someone there who would want to fuck her.
What the hell was she thinking, Casey asked herself. This wasn’t like her at all.
But so what if it wasn’t. She was an adult. She could do what she wanted, and if she wanted to pick up some guy and drag him home and have him fuck her, then what was wrong with that?
What was wrong with that, she asked herself. Not a damn thing as far as she could tell and now here she was at the mail slots and here came a guy now. He had sandy colored hair and a lithe body. He had a nice face in a plain, ordinary sort of way. Almost kid-like, Casey thought. Mmm yeah. He looked good enough to fuck.
“Hi,” she said.
The guy looked almost surprised to see her talking with him. “Hi,” he said back.
“I haven’t seen you around here,” she said.
“Yeah, I just moved in a couple of weeks ago. My wife kicked me out.”
“Oh, so you’re married.”
“For now,” the man said glumly, “but probably not for long.”
Don’t do it, Casey told herself. Don’t do it. He’s a married man. Don’t do it. “Um, so what are you doing now?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, a guy like you, you gotta have needs, right, and your wife kicked you out, so I’m thinking, what are you doing about your needs?”
“I’m not sure I follow.”
“You know,” Casey said. “Personal needs. Like sex, for instance. What are you doing about that?”
The man looked startled. “I’m not doing anything about that,” he said.
“You want to?”
“Do I want to what?”
Casey couldn’t believe she was going to say what she was about to say. “Do you want to have sex?”
“Do I want to have sex?” the man asked dumbly.
“We could go back to my place,” Casey said. “We could go back to my place and fuck.”
The man was looking her up and down and Casey couldn’t help it. She felt like such a slut, but she knew she wanted it, too. The man finally grinned. “You’re serious, right?”
“Yeah, I’m serious. Want to do it?”
The man grinned broader. “Okay,” he said. “You’re on.”
Casey couldn’t believe she was doing it and yet, it just felt so right.
Casey soon found out that the man’s name was Charley Atchison. He had a wife and two kids and he liked to be on top. Casey didn’t care about the wife or the kids and as far as positions went, all she cared about was that he wanted to be inside her.
No sooner than the two of them were in her apartment than Casey was leading Charley to her bedroom. Her heart was beating a mile a minute because she knew what she was doing was wrong but she just couldn’t help herself.
It didn’t take long for either one of them to get down to just their underwear and then Charley slipped off his briefs and for just a moment, Casey froze. That was his cock, she told herself. He was going to put that inside her. She shouldn’t let him do it.
But in the next moment, she was flopping over backwards onto her bed and then she was slipping off her panties and she was fingering her pussy as she looked up at the man. “Come on,” she told him. “Fuck me.”
Charley, it seemed, didn’t need any more encouragement than that. In moments, the man was there between her legs and then he was pushing his cock inside Casey’s very receptive pussy.
“Oh yeah,” the girl moaned. “Oh yeah. Do it.”
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned. “Oh fuck. You got such a nice, tight pussy.”
“It’s all for you, baby. Just fuck me good.”
Casey groaned. She couldn’t believe she’d just said that. She sounded so cheap and so wanton when she said that and yet she knew she meant every word.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned. “I ... I’ve seen you around before, but ... but I didn’t think you were reachable.”
“Oh God, I’m reachable, baby. Any time you want it, you give me a call, okay?”
Why had she said that, Casey asked herself. Why had she said that.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned. “Oh fuck, I’m going to cum.”
“I want you to do it, baby. I want you to do it. I want you to cum in my pussy.”
Casey wanted to scream. No, this was wrong. She shouldn’t be doing this. This was so very wrong, and yet ...
Casey groaned as she felt the man cum inside her and she could feel her pussy clamp down on the man’s cock. And yet, it felt so very good, and really, how could anything that felt this good be wrong.
Charley seemed upset that Casey wasn’t going to let him spend the night and Casey didn’t feel like explaining the situation to him but she hadn’t even eaten dinner yet and she had to get up early to go to work the next day, and the bottom line was she was feeling rather guilty about what they had just done so Casey had kicked the man out but not before she’d learned which apartment was his.
The next day, Casey had a rude surprise. Not only was her tattoo back, but instead of three flowers, there were now five.
What the hell was going on here? Casey twisted herself around but no matter how she looked at it, the tattoo was back and it was fuller than it had been before.
Casey couldn’t help but look at herself over and over again as if repeated looking would somehow change what her eyes were telling her.
Maybe she was wrong, she told herself. Maybe there had been five flowers all along, but she was sure there had been only three, and even if she were mistaken, why had it come back?
One thing was certain. Continued looking wasn’t going to answer her questions, and that led her to another realization. She didn’t have time to waste looking at her butt because she had to get into work.
Mr. Harper was already moving the displays into place when Casey finally pulled up in her car. “Sorry I’m late,” she called out to her boss.
The shop owner looked at his watch. “You’ve never been late before,” he said, “and you’re not late now.”
“Gee thanks, Mr. Harper.”
The shop owner waved it off. As far as he was concerned, there were more important things to do.
And for Casey as well, that was the case. She managed to move any thoughts of her tattoo to the back of her mind as she focused her mind on her job.
But that would only work so far. Around about mid-afternoon, she was getting the same feeling as she’d been getting at the end of the day before. It was an itching and a burning where her tattoo was and it was making it hard to concentrate.
Hard or not though, she couldn’t leave her station. It was just that it was so hard to concentrate, and there was something else. It was a whole lot easier to focus on the men standing in the check-out line before her than on making sure she paid attention to some stupid cash register.
Oh geez, the girl thought. It was making her so hot. All these men and some of them were even cute. Wouldn’t it be great if one of them would just take her and fuck her.
Almost as quickly as that thought crossed her mind, she chastised herself for it.
Kathy looked over from the next register. “You okay, Case?”
“I think so.”
Kathy shook her head. “I don’t think so. Why don’t you go to the bathroom. I can cover things here.”
“You sure?”
“I’m sure. Go.”
“Thanks,” the girl said.
“Yeah. Just go.”
Casey went. Once again, she went into the restroom and she locked the door behind her. Just like the time before, it seemed as if there was a burning coming from the place where her tattoo was. Once again, she lifted her shirt and she lowered her pants and she looked at herself in the mirror and ...
And once again, there was nothing there.
How the hell could there be nothing there. She’d seen it there just this morning. There were five red flowers. They were right there ...
Casey gasped as she touched the place where she was sure the first flower had been been. It hadn’t hurt to touch herself there. It had been ...
Oh geez, it had been great. It had made her pussy clench with desire. It had made ...
Without thinking about what she was doing, she touched each of the other flowers in succession. She couldn’t see where they were, but she was sure she knew where they were and every time her finger touched one of the places where the flowers were supposed to be, she felt her pussy jump.
Oh geez. She needed to fuck. She needed it so bad.
How the hell was she going to go out there and stand behind a stupid cash register when she ... oh geez, when she felt like this. Oh geez, her pussy was so needy. All she’d have to do was ...
What the hell was she thinking, Casey told herself. She couldn’t play with her pussy here at work.
Well, maybe. She caught her hand sliding downwards and she pulled her hand back. No, she told herself. No.
But how was she going to do her job. She couldn’t go back out there as horny as she now was.
This time, she didn’t stop herself as she let her hand slide inside her panties. She needed this, she told herself. She needed it. It was the only way she was going to be able to do her job so it was justified and besides, it felt so good.
Her other hand rubbed her nipples. Oh geez, her nipples were so sensitive.
Oh geez, she was almost about to get herself off. Oh geez. She was almost there.
She let go of her nipples and she focused on the hand that was rubbing her pussy.
She was ... was ... oh geez. She moaned. She was almost there.
There came a knock on the bathroom door. “Case, are you in there?”
Casey looked up startled. Her pussy was still cumming over her fingers.
“Case,” the voice called out again.
“I’m in here, Mrs. Wilson.”
“Well can you hurry up in there,” the woman called out. “There’s some people out here that would like to use the bathroom.”
“Sure thing,” Casey said guiltily. “I didn’t mean to—”
“Just hurry up, okay.”
“Okay, Mrs. Wilson. I’ll be right out.”
Casey quickly put her clothes back in order and then she checked herself in the mirror. She looked fine, she told herself. Well, sort of fine. She looked frazzled, too, but then who wouldn’t be when they’d almost been caught getting themselves off at work.
Casey slipped the lock on the door to find Mrs. Wilson and another woman there waiting for her.
“Are you all right?” Mrs. Wilson asked.
“I think so,” Casey replied. “I was just feeling a little under the weather. That’s all.”
“Well, Mrs. Donner here would like to use the bathroom.”
Casey nodded. “I’m sorry,” she said as she let the woman pass. “It won’t happen again.”
But it was clear almost from the moment Casey returned to her cash register that she wasn’t ready to work. It seemed as if every guy in the store appealed to her. It didn’t matter if the guy was old or young, overweight or buffed, married or single, every guy it seemed was interesting to her, and her pussy was so wet.
“Are you okay?” asked Kathy Wilson when there was a lull at the registers.
“I think so,” Casey said.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I mean, I think so. Why?”
“You seem distracted,” the other woman said.
A couple of guys walked past Casey’s register and the girl’s head turned to follow them. “I guess I am,” she said. “Maybe just a little. Maybe I should go home. What do you think?”
“If you’re feeling sick, the worst thing you can do is try and tough it out and get everyone else sick.”
“Maybe you’re right.”
“I know I’m right.”
“I’m going to go talk to Mr. Harper,” the girl said. “Are you going to be okay, here?”
“I’ll be fine,” the other woman said. “You just do what you need to do.”
Al Harper was understandably concerned when Casey came up to him. “You go home and take care of yourself,” he told her, “and we’ll see you back here when you’re feeling better, okay?”
“Okay, Mr. Harper.” It wasn’t that she was really feeling all that bad, Casey thought, only how could she explain to everyone else that what she was really feeling was very, very horny. It seemed like all she could think about was having some guy stick his dick between her legs.
And so it was that she just happened to run into Sheldon Moore in the parking lot. She’d always thought of him as a bit of a jerk. He was a middle-aged guy with a daughter just a couple years younger than Casey and yet it seemed as if he was always ogling her. Inside the store, he’d always make sure he’d get in her line for check out, and he’d always compliment her on how good she looked, but it wasn’t the compliment that creeped her out as much as it was the way he said it that left little doubt what he wanted to do with her.
But that was then and this was now and what Casey really wanted was to have some guy fuck her pussy good so she called out to the man. “Hey, Mr. Moore,” she said.
“Hey, Casey,” the man said even as his eyes dropped down to ogle the girl’s chest. “Whatcha doin’ out here? Shouldn’t you be inside manning the cash register.”
“I’m going home sick,” the girl said.
“Oh really,” the man said warily. “What’s wrong?”
“I feel achy all over,” the girl said. “Do you want to know what I’m aching for?”
“What?”
The girl’s voice dropped so that only the two of them could hear. “My pussy’s just aching to be fucked,” the girl said.
“Wh-what?!”
“Yeah, it’s too bad I don’t know of some guy who might be willing to fuck me,” the blond said, “because I really need to be fucked bad. You wouldn’t know of someone who’d like to fuck a hot little piece of ass like me, would you, Mr. Moore?”
“You’re kidding me, right?”
“Kidding you about what, Mr. Moore?”
The man was ogling her just as he had so many times before but this time, Casey couldn’t help but feel herself get even wetter.
“I’ll tell you what, Mr. Moore,” Casey said in a hushed voice.
“What?”
“I really need to get fucked, so how about after you’re done buying whatever you need to buy, how about you come over to my apartment and fuck me good.”
“You’re kidding.”
“Do I look like I’m kidding?”
“No, but—”
“How about this? How about you come over to my apartment and you can see for yourself.”
“This is a joke, right?”
“Come on over to my apartment and you can judge for yourself.”
“But—”
“It’s up to you,” Casey said and then she gave the man her address. “I expect to see you at my apartment shortly,” and with that, the girl walked away.
She still wasn’t sure if the man would come, but Casey hoped he would.
It was almost forty-five minutes later when there came a knock at the door to Casey’s apartment. Outside the apartment, Sheldon Moore was still asking himself if this was some kind of elaborate hoax, but even if it was, he wanted to see how the thing was going to be played out. Still, as he stood there, he couldn’t help but wonder if he was going to get laid or if he was just being played.
And that’s when the door opened, and there was Casey, standing there, her body completely naked. “I hope you don’t mind,” she said, “but I had to get started without you.”
The man couldn’t help it. He found himself staring at the blond’s naked body.
“Well come on then.”
Sheldon Moore couldn’t help but stare at the girl as he let himself be led into the apartment. “I thought you didn’t like me,” he said.
“I didn’t,” the blond said. “I still don’t.”
“So what’s changed now?”
For a moment, the girl seemed to be about to say something else but then she rubbed a spot on her lower back and that’s when she smiled at the man. “I need to be fucked,” she said.
It’s as simple as that?” the man asked. “You need to be fucked. There’s nothing else?”
Once more, the girl rubbed a spot on her lower back. Why was he resisting her, she wondered. Couldn’t he see what she needed? “Does there have to be anything else?” the girl asked as she stepped forward. She was already tugging at the man’s shirt. “Isn’t it enough that I want to be fucked?”
Sheldon Moore stood there for a moment longer and then he grinned. He liked having her hands unbuttoning her shirt. He liked the way she slipped his shirt off his shoulders and he grinned broader as his hands slipped around her slim, little waist. “No,” he said. “No, there doesn’t have to be anything else.”
Casey’s hands had already moved to the man’s belt but suddenly, she moaned as she felt the man’s hands on the small of her back. Oh geez. She needed to fuck. She needed it bad.
Taking the shirt off had been easy but now she was desperate. She couldn’t get the pants off fast enough and in her desperation, she made mistakes.
“Whoa, baby. Slow down.”
Casey couldn’t help but groan as she felt the man’s hands. “I can’t,” she said and with that, she finally got his jeans down and then the underwear, too, and suddenly, there was his cock. She wrapped her hand around the man’s cock and she moaned again. “I want you to fuck me.”
“There’s something I want from you first.”
She didn’t have time to bargain. “What?” she demanded eagerly.
“I want you to suck my cock.”
“B-b-but I’ve never done that before.”
“And I’ve never had someone do that for me,” the man said, “and I’ve always wondered what it would be like. Almost from the moment I saw you, I knew I wanted you to suck my cock.”
Casey might have said something else but the man’s hand was still stroking her. “You promise you’ll fuck me afterwards if I do?”
“Yeah,” the man said. “I promise.”
“Come on.”
The girl took the man by the hand and led him into her bedroom.
The man was looking around himself as if he couldn’t believe he was actually here.
“Come on,” Casey said with as much bravado as she could muster. If it weren’t for the fact that she really needed to get her pussy fucked, she probably would have told the man to fuck off.
But that really was the problem. She really did need to get her pussy fucked so as much as she didn’t want to suck the man’s cock, she mustered up whatever nerve she could find, and she pushed the man down on her bed. She knelt in front of the man and then after taking another deep breath, she pushed the man’s knees apart and she slipped in between his legs.
Casey wrapped a hand around the base of the man’s cock and then she opened her mouth. She knew the man was watching her but she knew it didn’t matter. She knew what she was going to do and she knew the sooner she got it over with, the sooner she could get what she wanted.
The man groaned as the blond’s mouth slid down around his cock and then he watched as the girl pulled her mouth back only to thrust herself forward again. “Oh fuck,” the man groaned. “Oh fuck.”
This was gross, the blond told herself and yet she knew she had to do it if she was going to get what she wanted.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned. “Oh fuck. Suck it.”
It was getting easier, Casey told herself. It was getting easier if you just didn’t think about what you were doing.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned.
Casey pulled her mouth free and she licked her way up the underside of the man’s cock.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned yet again. “Oh fuck. That’s so good.”
The girl looked up at the man even as her hand squeezed his cock. “Remember what you promised me,” she said. “I want your cock in my pussy.”
“Oh yeah,” the man groaned.
“Do you want your cock in my pussy?”
“Oh yeah.”
Casey wasn’t sure what the man was agreeing to but since she knew what she wanted, she was perfectly happy to let his words mean what she wanted them to mean.
Casey pulled herself up off her knees and before the man knew it, she was straddling his lap. Once more, her hand stroked his cock and then she was leading his cock to her pussy and then she was letting her pussy slide down around the man’s cock.
“Oh yeah, Mr. Moore,” she moaned. “Oh yeah. Fuck me.”
It really wasn’t the man doing the work. It was the girl that was riding his cock. It was the girl moving herself hp and down on that cock. It was the girl’s pussy that was squeezing his cock.
“Oh geez, Mr. Moore. Oh geez. Make me cum.”
The man groaned and he held her waist but it was the girl’s pussy that did the work.
“Make me cum,” the girl pleaded. “Make me cum. Oh geez, Mr. Moore. Oh geez, Mr. Moore. Oh geez, you’re doing it. Oh geez. You’re making me cum.”
The man groaned as he felt the girl’s cunt squeeze him tight and in the next instant, his cock was surging, sending his cum deep between the girl’s legs.
The next morning, when Casey looked in the mirror, Casey wasn’t surprised to find that her tattoo was back. What did surprise her was that it was different than it had been before. Where just the day before, there had been just five, little flowers, now there were tendrils between the flowers, and over two of the flowers, there were cute, little butterflies.
Casey stared at the tattoo. It surprised her that it was different but for some reason, it didn’t seem to surprise her as much as it should have. She pulled her panties and her jeans back into place and she sighed.
It was a couple of weeks later and it was a Saturday night. Almost as if on cue, Casey had felt that familiar burning feeling in the small of her back. She didn’t have to look to know the tattoo was gone.
Over the weeks, the tattoo had grown larger with more flowers and more butterflies. Casey had learned that trying not to rub the tattoo only made the effects worse. She could hold off for a little but holding off for too long only made her more of a slut. She’d learned that the hard way when she’d let that gang of bikers fuck her and that had caused her tattoo to swell even larger.
She had no idea what the name was of the guy she was riding. All she knew was she thought his name was Arnie or Ernie or something like that and that he had his cock in her ass.
He had his hands on her hips even as she played with her cunt. “Come on,” Casey pleaded. “Come on. Come for me.”
The man groaned but he didn’t cum.
“Come for me,” the girl groaned. “Come on. I want you to do it. I want you to cum in my ass.”
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned.
Casey could hardly agree with the man more. Oh geez, she moaned to herself. Oh geez. She knew what she needed.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned again and that’s when Casey felt it, the feel of some guy she hardly knew cumming inside her butt. Oh geez, the blond thought. Oh geez, that was good. Oh geez, she loved it when guys came in her butt, and for just a moment, she wondered what her tattoo would look like when she saw it next.
But that was only for a moment and then it was gone. She rubbed the place in the small of her back and she could feel her pussy come to life again. She didn’t care what it was going to look like. All she really cared about was getting her pussy fucked again.