Use her tattoo skills

You watch as a near-naked Amy prepares Kelly for her tattoo.

"How long will this take?" Kelly asks from her position on a parlor chair. The headrest of the chair is positioned backwards, allowing Kelly to lean back comfortably.

"Not too long. One or two hours at most," Amy replies. She glances back at you warily, unmindful of her state of relative undress. She doesn't react as you let your eyes wander over her bra-clad breasts.

She's since recovered from the shock of you claiming ownership over her most valuable skill and seems to be making strides to please you lest you lock her own skills away from her.

"Good," you say. Amy's expression immediately softens. "You're gonna use my handwriting as a trace, right?"

"Mhm," Amy says as she readies the rotary machine and positions herself near Kelly's arm.

"How you doing, Kelly? Everything alright?"

"Never better, Ryan!" Kelly beams at you. "I'm finally going to be your devoted fuckslave forever - I'm so excited! Oh, I'm gonna do everything you want. I'll clean for you, cook for you, I'll be your personal chauffeur, I'll spread... spread my legs for you... oh, god... ungh. I-I'll **** Andrew and Sam to rub their pathetic little dicks while they watch you take me with your big, manly cock... oh, fuck. And... and I'll introduce you to all my hot married friends - oh, shit... you wouldn't believe how pent up some of those sluts are."

It seems that Kelly’s teasing has had an effect on you. You adjust your pants to redirect your erection from straining the fabric of your pants.

The busty older woman gives your crotch a smoldering look and she licks her lips. She places a hand between her legs. You lean down towards her and kiss her. Your lips meet hers in a torrent of wet sexual passion. You probe her lips with your tongue and Kelly surrenders to you immediately. After a few moments you break the kiss and reach a hand into her blouse to maul her soft, enormous breasts.

"You're mine, slut," You tweak one of her nipples. "All mine."

Kelly nods frantically. "Yours forever, Ryan."

You withdraw your hand, eliciting a whimper of protest from the redheaded MILF. Your cock twitches. You still find it incredibly hot having a gorgeous older woman surrender to you so utterly.

You look up at Amy who seems to be deliberately looking away from you and Kelly. She hasn't said anything or made and indication that what you've done with Kelly is socially unacceptable. If anything, you think she might be embarrassed at the open display of affection in front of her if her cherry-red blush is any indication.

"Huh." Something to file away for later, you suppose. "I think you should get started now, Amy. Oh, and I want you to get completely naked."

The girl finally looks at you for a long moment and gives you a quick nod. She unclasps her bra and tosses it to the side. Her full, perky breasts come into view. She hooks her hands in the waistband of her panties and slips them down her legs.

“You shave yourself, huh? I have to say it looks really good.”

“T-thanks, Ryan. I’ll do whatever I can to make sure your skin is treated properly,” there’s a slight breathiness in her tone, but beyond that she makes no indication of what her inner thoughts are.

With a nod at her, she activates the rotary machine and presses the tip of the implement against Kelly's arm. You contemplate groping Kelly or Amy or both while the procedure goes on, but you decide against it. More than anything you want this to work without any issues and there will be plenty of time to mess around later. You settle yourself into one of the chairs you had used for lunch earlier and watch.

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"...And done!"

A chipper voice sounds out. You glace over at Amy to find her smiling brightly at you. You’d watched her work for the majority of the time she spent giving Kelly her new tattoo, delighting in the sight of the pretty girl’s delightful body.

Kelly places herself in front of your face. Her brilliant emerald eyes glimmer with excitement as she grins at you.

"Ryan, look at my arm," she places her delicate pale arm in front of you so you can see the dark permanent lettering on her skin. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

Ryan Ferro's

You notice that the sharpie writing Amy had used as a trace is nowhere to be found, now. The only thing solidifying your ownership over Kelly O'Brien is the dark black tattoo stretching across her forearm.

Your cock twitches in your pants and you smirk at her.

“Awesome,” you mutter. As you scrutinize Kelly’s tattoo for any imperfections, you can’t help but take a deep breath as the reality of what you’ve done washes over you like a tsunami. “You really are mine forever, aren’t you?”

The shapely MILF smirks deviously and nods at you.

“Mhm, thanks to this tattoo I'll always belong to you. Nothing can stop that now, Ryan. I'll serve you until the day I die or when you get tired of having me around," she's leaning down in front of you now, giving you an unobstructed view of her generous cleavage. She notices your gaze and gives her upper body a little shake, causing her massive tits to jiggle and wobble for your viewing pleasure.

"Fat chance of that happening," you mutter. It's likely that you'll end up with a veritable harem of fucksluts at your disposal, but you can't see yourself ever abandoning Kelly O'Brien, your lifelong crush. The first woman you've ever owned. You promise yourself that she will always have a place at your side.

"Amy did a really good job," you say. Kelly nods in agreement, proudly cradling her arm like the words on her skin are her most valued possession.

"Thank you, Amy. Truly, you’ve given me something more valuable to me than anything I’ve ever had. If there’s anything I can do for you…” Kelly trails off.

Amy looks away, blushing at the praise. “Uh, I was h-happy to help, Mrs. O’Brien, but my tattoo skills belong to Ryan. He did all the work here.”

“That’s true,” Kelly replies. She looks back at you again. “So, what can I do to express how grateful I am for being turned into your personal slut for the rest of my life?”

"I can think of a few things,” you waggle your eyebrows at her. “Why don’t you start by bending over and begging your owner to fuck you."

The smile Kelly puts on her face practically oozes enthusiasm. “I was hoping you’d say something like that. The… feeling of being completely owned and controlled by you has got me so wet.”

The voluptuous older woman doesn’t bother taking her clothes off. She merely bends her curvy body over the computer desk near the chair Amy had claimed for you. She bites her plush lower lip and raises her skirt. Her wedding band glints in the light of the room and can’t help but suppress a dark chuckle at how overwhelming your ability is to have reshaped Kelly’s loyalties so completely. Your cock hardens at the thought that it would only take a few words from you to have her divorce Sam and flush her wedding ring down a toilet.

“Um, are you really gonna do that… in here?” Amy says. She’s blushing furiously as she watches Kelly wiggle her wide matronly rear in your direction.

“Well, since I’ve finally turned Kelly into my permanent piece of personal property, I figured I might as well celebrate. She belongs to me, so I can do whatever I want to her wherever and whenever I want. Don’t you agree, Amy?”

Amy blinks at you and furrows her brow, as if she’s struggling to find an excuse, some reason for her to stop you from fucking your private MILF slut in her family’s tattoo parlor. After a few moments she lets out a heavy, shuddering breath. A flash of movement draws your eyes to Amy’s lower body. Her legs have begun rubbing together at some point over the course of your conversation with Kelly.

“Yeah, you’re right. If you want to… have sex with Kelly on that desk over there, there’s nothing I can do to stop you.”

An almost giddy feeling washes over you.

“That’s the spirit!” you draw the girl close to you and rub a hand down her back. “Lie down next to Kelly. I want to being able to look at my skin while I’m fucking my property.”

“Okay, Ryan,” Amy lowers her head. Her cheeks are bright red. “I wouldn’t want to get in the way or anything…”

“You won’t be in the way, I promise,” you cup the girl’s chin so she’s looking into your eyes. Her brilliant sapphires shimmer with something unknown to you before a look of resolve crosses the girl’s face and she nods.

The black-haired tattoo artist lies with her back on the desk. She spreads her legs slightly, giving you a view of her cute little pussy. You reciprocate by taking your shirt off and lowering your pants, allowing your hard cock to wobble freely in the open air. Amy widens her eyes at the sight of your member.

“Oh my god,” she mutters. You notice that her pink cunt is slightly wetter than it was moments ago. She widens her legs a little more.

“It’s impressive, isn’t it?” Kelly says. The MILF is looking over at Amy from her position belly-down on the desk. “It feels ten times bigger when it’s in your pussy.”

“W-well there’s no way I’d be interested in that!” Amy shoots back. She crosses her arms over her chest in a huff and looks away from Kelly, deliberately refusing to acknowledge her. Her eyes refocus on your cock and her legs stay open for your viewing pleasure.

“Suit yourself, young lady,” Kelly shudders as you nudge your cock between her thick asscheeks. “O-oh fuck…”

Bling! Bling! Bling!

The telltale signature of a ringing cellphone interrupts the moment. You scowl with irritation, but Kelly gives you a mischievous look and reaches over to her purse, withdrawing her/your cellphone.

“Hi, honey!” she places the phone on the side of her head. “Oh, I’m just here with Andrew’s friend, Ryan. Yeah, that Ryan. We’re in the back of a tattoo parlor and he’s about to shove his huge cock in my pussy.”

Is she talking to her husband? It doesn’t really surprise you at this point that he’d call his wife after she’s been gone all day without much of an explanation.

You smirk darkly put your hands on Kelly’s hips.

“Well he owns me, so- oh fuck!”

You ram your dick inside Kelly’s tight, hot cunt for the second time in twenty-four hours. She spasms and tightens around you, urging you further into her depths like you belong there.

“Oh! Uh, sorry, Sam. T-that was just Ryan slamming his huuuuge cock into my pussy,” Kelly moans. “My god, Sam. It’s soooo much bigger than yours.”

Kelly’s velvety cocksheath tightens around you as you slam up against her ass, causing her full pale cheeks to jiggle.

“Wow, I can’t believe she’s fucking her owner and talking to her husband at the same time,” Amy mutters from off to the side.

“Ownership trumps marriage,” you tell her, withdrawing your cock fully from Kelly’s folds before slamming into her again. The redheaded MILF gives a delighted squeal and almost drops her phone.

“I’ll say,” Amy shakes her head. Her left hand trails down her pale midriff towards her pussy. She notices you watching her and quickly withdraws her hand as if she’s just touched something scalding.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine,” Kelly intones almost breathlessly. Her bright emerald eyes meet your gaze with a look of near-reverence. “So Andrew has everything he needs for graduation next month?”

You smack her ass. She whimpers. “Well I might not be able to go. Oh, shit! It depends on what Ryan says. Oh, god. Everything I do depends on what he says…”

You peel her asscheeks apart with your hands, marveling at the sight of your cock disappearing into her tight folds. The light rosebud of her asshole twitches as you fuck her. Grinning deviously, you suck on your thumb to coat it with saliva before placing it on her sphincter, pressing until the very tip of your thumb enters her tight asshole.

“Omigod!” Kelly quakes violently as she orgasms. Her tight cunt grips you like a vice and you cum as well, filling Kelly’s MILF pussy with your load.

“Oh fuck,” you mutter as you withdraw from Kelly’s pussy with an audible “blop.” A rivulet of white cum spills from her freshly fucked cunt onto the parlor floor.

“Ahn… Sam, he just made me cum. You never made me cum,” Kelly mutters into her phone.

“You two are really weird, you know that?” Amy says, blushing bright red despite her rather indignant tone. Her tight pussy is practically drooling with arousal.

You can't help but chuckle at the absurdity of your situation.

"Yeah, probably."