I’m not a sex toy for you

Lisa replied immediately, as Jamal: “Listen, little… I’m not a sex toy for you. If you really want my hard black cock in ALL your holes – your cunt, your arse and your mouth – then you have to give yourself to me completely. You remember the writing, don’t you? I want to see that PERMANENTLY on your body. No more permanent marker. A real tattoo. Then you’ll belong to me and get my cock whenever I want.

You’ll still have to keep paying for the spa membership, otherwise I’ll get in trouble with Leonie. She mustn’t find out that I’m taking clients from here. Understood?

Make up your mind. Now.”

Anna stared at the message for a long time. Her heart was racing. She was torn – her reason screamed “No!”, her body and her ever-growing addiction screamed “Yes!”.

For three nights she dreamed of Jamal. Every night the dream grew more intense: his thick black cock, how it stretched her, used her, marked her. She woke up every time drenched in sweat and dripping wet, her fingers already deep inside her cunt.

On the fourth morning, she booked an appointment with the tattoo artist Jamal had recommended.

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On the day of the appointment, Jamal was already waiting in the studio. He grinned as Anna walked in. The tattoo artist – a tall, bearded man in his mid-40s – merely nodded silently. “Get undressed. Everything,” Jamal said calmly.

Anna stripped naked. She was laid on the couch, her legs spread wide and secured in restraints. Her head was positioned slightly lower, so she couldn’t see what was happening below her stomach.

Jamal stood beside her, playing with her heavy breasts the whole time, kneading them, tugging at her nipples and kissing her deeply and possessively, whilst the tattoo machine hummed.

Anna felt only the stinging pain and the vibration on her skin. She whimpered into Jamal’s mouth as he continued to kiss her and twist her nipples. When it was finished, the tattoo artist stepped back. Jamal smiled contentedly.

Anna lifted her head – and froze. Above her smooth pussy, well above any panty line, was emblazoned in large, elegant black letters: **BBC CUNT**

Beneath it, perfectly centred, the large black Queen of Spades (♠) – the symbol of a woman who gives herself exclusively to black men.

The lettering was so high up that not even a full bush could have hidden it. Anyone who saw her in a bikini – or if she were to wear something crop-top style – would read it immediately.

Anna was shocked. “That… that’s far too high… you can always see it…,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

Jamal didn’t reply with words. He positioned himself between her still-spread legs, pressed his thick, hard glans against her wet opening and slowly pushed himself into her, inch by inch.

Anna cried out in pleasure. He fucked her very slowly, deeply and possessively, whilst she stared at the new tattoo above her cunt. She came three times in a row – violently, trembling, squirting – before Jamal finally came deep inside her and filled her with his hot seed.

Afterwards, he pulled out and said calmly:

“The tattoo artist did a good job. He deserves a tip.”

Anna knew immediately what he meant. She slid off the couch, knelt in front of the stranger and used her heavy, oily tits and her mouth until he, too, came over her face and breasts with a deep groan.

In the end, Anna paid 500 euros in cash – for the tattoo and the ‘tip’.

As they left the studio, Jamal possessively placed a hand on her arse and whispered in her ear:

“Now you’re officially a Pike Lady, Anna. A real BBC slut. And you belong to me.”

Anna just nodded; the new tattoo stung on her skin, Jamal’s cum running warm down her thighs.