Worse than she'd thought

Maryanne left Alice, as furious as ever with her new boss. Alice had made it look like strutting around naked was her own idea, and Alice had had to reign in her exhibitionist tendencies. Maryanne saw the parallels with how she had acted towards Alice just a few days ago, but this was far worse. A lot of people in the office had seen her naked jaunt today, and rumours about it would probably spread fast. Not to mention, of course, that Ben, Harry and Dirk had big mouths and were unlikely to keep quiet about their lunch-break orgy.

Maryanne groaned as she headed out of the office with her still unfinished paperwork. She supposed she would just have to finish it later tonight.

Maryanne got a lot of probing stares as she headed down into the seedier neighbourhood with the tattoo parlours. She picked the first one she found, wanting to get this over with as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, the man who greeted her with a gruff “Whaddya want?!” when she entered, scared the hell out of her. He was a huge, barrel chested man, wearing a stained vest with arms covered in his own creations.

She answered him bluntly “I’m looking for a tattoo on my lower back that says in nice, big, bold letters “SPANK ME”, and another one on my right butt cheek that says ‘INSERT COCK HERE’ with an arrow pointing to my asshole.”

The tattoo artist just bellowed out in laughter. He’d seen and heard some crazy stuff working at the parlour for twenty years, so this didn’t shock him. Still, he wanted to make sure she knew what she was doing. He hated it when drunks or druggies went for crazy stuff like this then came back later to complain.

“You sure about this, girl? That’s going to be there forever, you know!”

Maryanne replied enthusiastically, knowing she had to be seen to love following Alice’s commands “Oh yeah! Whenever some horny guy sees my cute little ass, I want them to know exactly what to do with it!”

The artist was surprised. Not only did this woman seem perfectly sober, she also spoke with great poise and elegance. Not his usual clientele. He laughed again.

“Well, I guess yer’ just a crazy slut then. Come on to the back!”

Maryanne made her way past a thin curtain of beads that served as a door to the “back”, though any curious customers looking in would not have too much trouble seeing inside. The artist glibly told her to get herself ready, and Maryanne, to his delight, had **** but slide the overcoat off her shoulders and bend over a grimy table, giving the man full access to her rear.

Maryanne squealed as she felt the hot noodle sink into her tender flesh for the first time, angry that she was enduring this pain all for the purpose of humiliating herself. While the artist worked away, his heavily pierced wife entered the room, a little shocked to see what this gorgeous young girl had chosen for her first tattoo.

“Wow, honey, looks like a real bitch in heat you got there.” She said.

“Yer’ telling me. She even needs to advertise how bad she needs a fuck”

Maryanne clenched her nails against the table, wanting to garrotte these two cretins who were so patently beneath her. Still though, she remained perfectly still as the artist finished his delicate work, branding her for life.

“Alright, all done. How bout’ you take a look?”
The burly man held a mirror up to Maryanne’s freshly branded ass and she looked into it with a sense of grim inevitability. From now on, whenever someone saw her bare butt, she’d be wordlessly inviting them to use and **** it.

“So, Girly, is what that says really true?” The artist’s wife asked Maryanne

“Oh yes, absolutely. I had that tattoo done because I really wanted it.” She replied.

“In that case, you just stay right there while my husband Bob fucks you up the ass. Obviously, you need it bad and I forgot to give him an anniversary present.”

The artist looked down at the pretty spread-legged slut beneath him with delight, telling his wife “Aw, yer so sweet, darlin’”.

As Maryanne felt Bob pull apart her hefty buttcheeks and spit between them she felt herself retching in disgust. Here she was, naked except for some slutty heels, bent over a dirty table in a seedy backroom of a tattoo parlour, about to be buggered by one of the foulest men she’d ever met. She ground her head into the surface of the table as she felt his massive tool stretch her so recently virgin behind. She felt herself clutching tightly around him, never having felt so full before. Bob grinned to his wife, observing “Damn, she’s gripping me like a vice!”

His wife patted him on the back with a hearty “Well, go on then, loosen her up a little. She’s gonna need it!”.

Bob did just that as he slowly started pushing in and out of Maryanne’s clutching hole. Maryanne started squealing like a stuck pig as he started to pound into her. He took the cue from her lower back to give her a few disciplinary smacks with his calloused hands, giving her tattoo a nice red outline.

“Keep quiet, girly. I’ve got customers out there. Wouldn’t want em’ to know I’m fucking some slut up the ass. Just relax and enjoy it.”

Maryanne suddenly found that her severely overstretched bottom was starting to relax and surrender to its powerful invader, and the feelings of pain started to turn to feelings of pleasure. She began to moan softly, trying to let out her pleasure as subtly as possible. Occasionally Bob would give her rump a firm smack, delighted to see that Maryanne took it with a quiet whimper, obediently keeping the noise down. Maryanne looked through increasingly hazy vision to see the outline of two snickering teenage punks looking through the curtain at her. The wife waved them away.

“Get away from there boys. Wait a bit. It’ll be your turn soon enough.”

Maryanne just hoped she was talking about tattoos.

It was a fair while before Maryanne started to hear Bob breathing heavily, and his flaring cockhead tensed up inside her. He had lasted a lot longer than
Harry had, and he was much bigger too. Maryanne knew she would be sore come tomorrow morning.

Bob came with an overjoyed groan, filling Maryanne’s bowels with his seed, not believing he had just came in the ass of what had first seemed to be such a glamorous young woman. Maryanne was shocked to find this triggering an orgasm of her own as she mewled like a cat, digging her nails into the table, her body overcome with tremors of ecstasy. Maryanne was so tightly wrapped around Bob, that when he struggled free, his spunk squirted out of Maryanne’s ass like he’d just pulled a champagne cork, and it poured onto the floor, with some dripping down onto Maryanne’s smooth legs to mingle with her juices that had accumulated there. Bob gave her ass one final complimentary smack and wiped his brow.

“Phew, that really hit the spot. Great anniversary gift, honey! Oh, by the way, that’ll be forty dollars. I hope it was worth it.”

Maryanne unsteadily got to her feet, her knees shaking and her bottom very sore. She donned her overcoat again, her body still too wracked by the recent **** to notice the trickle of love juices running down her leg. Somehow, she had to maintain the charade she enjoyed Alice’s perverted orders.

“Oh, yes. Thank you for the tattoo. It’s just perfect.”

Maryanne smiled sweetly at him, handed the man a couple of the weathered bills Alice had given her earlier and stumbled weakly out into the waiting room, heralded by the snickering of the two juvenile punks who had been watching her earlier.

She went down to a different place to buy her new cosmetics than she usually did, wanting desperately to avoid any of her high-class friends or acquaintances. She applied the lipstick and the eye shadow in the bathroom adding a bizarre new dimension to her already overly made-up face. She also noticed, with a gasp, how Bob’s cum was drying on her long legs. She washed it off quickly, wondering how many people had seen it below the hem of her sexy, high-cut overcoat.

The girls at the salon giggled as they gently washed and dyed Maryanne’s hair. They’d seen Maryanne come in before, and she’d always got such a sophisticated style, followed by a luxury manicure and pedicure. That she was going for such a wild look filled them with excitement and curiosity. Maryanne just tried to avoid their probing questions.

When they were finished, she looked in the mirror. She looked like a particularly slutty raver chick with her hair now bright neon. “Why the hell would any girl want hair like this?!” she had always thought. That was the hairstyle she now had.

By the time she left the salon, Maryanne was starting to feel very tired. She had exerted herself a lot today and had gotten barely any sleep. She noted grimly that she would have to find two guys to give her facials very soon so she could get either home or to the office, as falling asleep out in the street in her current state of dress was a very bad idea. It was about then that she heard more snickering, and she noticed the two punks from earlier had been following her.