You simply tell them how naughty you are.

You smile and rub your sore jaw looking the huge mountain of a man in the eye and simply say, “Seems I have been bad. Guess you are going to have to teach me a lesson.” This ridiculous line said, you simply pivot on your knee till you are on all fours with your ass sticking up in the air, reach back and rip off your thong, and turn to look back over your shoulder with a wicked grin on your face.

Several moments of silence follow till the tattoo artist is the next to act. “Damn.” Is all he says. He walks around in front of you and drops his cock onto your head.

“Don’t mind if I do.” You say almost laughing and gulp down his cock, much easier than you would have ever believed. Bobbing up and down, scooting forward to get into it more enthusiastically.

“Bitches, fucking bitches. They are all the same.” He drops to his knees behind you and pushes his moist cock into your ass driving you down to the floor with the pressure. You might have screamed or yelled if it wasn’t for the cock in your face, but as it is you silently take all he has to offer till you would swear he was fucking your stomach. The two of them rock you sending you into another level of ecstasy you had never known before.

“You gonna fuck that ass all night, or do I get a go?” The artist asks finally, pulling out of your gasping mouth, leaving you to pant as your back up air supply takes the opportunity to refill it’s reserves.

“Naah, I guess I should let this one go down that fine throat like she wanted it. Seems only fair. That what you want bitch?”

Barely able to catch your breath you smile, still panting, chest covered in your own cum, “Yeah, I think I would like that now that you mention it.”

“Hmmph. Bitches.” Is all he says as you turn around and once again open your mouth to him. “Well Spike, you gonna fuck that ass or just stand there gawking?”

“Yeah. Hell yeah.” Apparently he is a bit more exhausted than either of the two of you as he resigns himself to sitting down and pulling you down onto his cock. This causes the massive meat to pop out of your mouth with a wet sucking noise as you loose your footing and his cock is driven into you in an instant as your weight bares down on him. They let you get your feet under you and you start riding him like a pro. The Big dude opts to walk around behind you, lower your head till you are staring at his sack, and drive his cock straight into your belly in a single thrust. He uses your tits as handles to pull you up and down on his pole, as the tattoo artist, Spike, cups your ass in his hands and assists you in bouncing up and down on his cock, till finally he can’t take any more and lets his load fly into your hole. From your vantage point you can’t see, but you certainly feel yourself let a second gout fly as it splatters across your body, some of it even hitting the man fucking your face, causing him to let go of your tits an you fall to the ground. You would think this would dislodge his cock from your face, however the opposite is true and he falls on top of you. The events prove to much as your mouth bites down on his massive member, and as he blows his awe inspiring load, your tactile boost even lets you feel it quivering against your lips as your shut mouth briefly stops it’s flow. He lets out a howl, you let your mouth go slack, and his gout fills your gut, the backlash even partially driving his cock out of you. He stands, his clothes now stained with your cum, and lets you slide off his cock fully sated, with a dumb grin on your face.

“Fuck I gotta get this off of me.” He strides away and through a dirty door and you hear water running.

“Heh, if you want any more tattoos or piercings, they are on me. That was fucking awesome.” Spike then pulls you off of him and gets to his feet. “Yeah I better get clean also I think someone is at the door.”

You open your mouth to speak and all that comes out is a loud belch that brings up a glob of cum, that you unconsciously gulp back down. Rubbing your warm full belly with a big smile on your face, you bring yourself to your feet as well and look at yourself in the mirrored wall. “I might have to take you up on that. Shower in here?” You add last following the pair through the door.

“Don’t you go telling anyone about this. I got a rep ya know.” The big dude says to you as you enter.

You strip off your cum stained dress, kick off your shoes, and step into the shower. “What’s to say, some fucking freak did you wrong and you fucked the hell out of her to teach the bitch a lesson.” Looking up into the shower as it blasts you in the face, your skin still tingling as you finally lower your tactile boost back to a normal level.

“Yeah I guess so. If you ever need anything look me up, I run with the Blood Hounds, they call me Havoc. Spike, give her my number.” You hear him leave while you take a long shower.

“Come on out when you want. I will throw your clothes in the wash.”