The Tattoo
By Jerkboy69.
I sat kneeling beside my wife as I watched her put on her makeup. She was sitting on the stool in front of her make-up bench, looking into the mirror. She was wearing her bra and panties and nothing else. I was naked except for the cheap pink plastic cock cage Joy had put me in the night before.
She put a few finishing touches on her makeup and turned towards me. She was gorgeous with blond hair streaming down her back. Her legs were crossed, and her beautiful foot was exactly the right height for me to put the finishing touches of nail polish on her toes. The pink polish was almost the same shade as my cock cage.
“That looks great, honey,” Joy said. “You’re getting really good at that.”
“Thank you, Ma’am,” I said. “I’ve had a lot of practice.”
“How’s your butt?” she asked.
“Oh, it’s fine, Ma’am,” I answered.
“Stand up and let me see it,” she ordered. “Turn so you can see in the mirror.”
I did as she told me. I looked over my shoulder. The mirror showed me the dozen or so red welts crisscrossing my butt and upper thighs.
“Does it hurt?” She asked as she tenderly rubbed her hand across my sore ass.
“No, Ma’am, it’s fine,” I lied.
SMACK!
She brought the palm of her hand against my butt cheek. I let out a yelp.
“Well, maybe I should have caned you harder then,” she said. “I’m trying to teach you a lesson, but I’m not sure you’re getting it.”
“Oh I’m defiantly getting it Ma’am,” I protested.
“Oh, really.” She smiled at me. “Then why did I catch you playing with your little dick in the shower last night? You were so busy jerking off that you didn’t even notice that I had walked into the room. I was going to let you fuck me last night, but apparently you would prefer to masturbate.”
I was too ashamed to say anything. I just stared at the floor.
“Instead of making love to your wife, you got your ass whipped and your 4-inch penis locked up in a cage.” She continued, “Is this really what you want?”
“No, Ma’am,” I admitted. “I can’t control myself sometimes. I’m so horny all the time, I can’t stand it.”
“Get my notebook off the dresser,” she said.
I took another quick look in the mirror and saw the bright red handprint forming. I handed her the notebook. She opened it to a page I recognized. It was dated about 6 months ago.
“Did you write this?” she asked me.
“Yes, Ma’am, you know I did,” I answered.
“Let me read it to you again. It seems like you must have forgotten what you wrote.”
‘Dear Joy,
You are the love of my life. I feel like the luckiest man on earth that you agreed to marry me. I have been a chronic masturbator my whole life. I am willing to admit that I have a problem. It is disrespectful for me to be jerking off all the time; in fact, it is disgraceful. I know this is starting to cause a problem in our marriage. You are the most important person in my life, and I am willing to do anything to please you. You deserve a husband who puts his wife’s needs before his own. I am willing to do whatever it takes to fix my problem. From now on, I give you total control over my orgasms. I never want to cum without your permission again. You may use any means necessary to control me and make me the loyal husband you deserve.
Love, Jerkboy‘
“Well?”
“You’re absolutely right,” I said. “I haven’t been living up to my obligations.”
“It doesn’t seem to matter what I do,” she said. “I lock up your little dick. I whip your ass. I make you concentrate on pleasuring me with your tongue to take the focus off your 4-inch penis. Nothing seems to work. It’s like you enjoy it when I humiliate you. You still won’t stop jerking off behind my back. I’m at my wits’ end. What are we going to do about this?”
“I’ll try harder from now on, I promise!” I pleaded, groveling at her feet.
“I don’t think I can trust you. I think we might need to take more drastic measures,” she said grimly. “Do you remember me telling you about my friend Melanie, the tattoo artist? She has her own studio downtown.”
“Yes, Ma’am, I remember talking about me getting a tattoo.” I perked up. “Do you think it would help me with my little problem?”
“Maybe,” she said. “If you got my name tattooed on your thigh, right next to your dick, you couldn’t help but see it every time you looked at your little guy. It might help remind you of your place and to whom you belong.”
“Yes, Ma’am, absolutely, I’ll do anything you say.” I agreed enthusiastically.
“OK, I’ll give Melanie a call later,” she said. “Now, go make my breakfast.”
The next day, Joy drove as we headed downtown. She looked good in black shorts and a tank top. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her nipples stuck out provocatively. I suspected she wasn’t wearing panties either. She had on her old canvas high-top sneakers. I noticed she had the key to my cock cage hanging from a small gold chain around her neck. I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. It gets hot in Albuquerque in the summertime.
“Where’s this place at?” I asked. We were in a pretty rough part of town. My ass was still sore, and I wanted to get off the leather seat.
“We’re here,” she said, pulling into an alley and parking the car by a dumpster. There was a steel door with an old sign that read “ADULT BOOK STORE”. There were bars on the window.
“You used to work here?” I asked. I was starting to feel a little nervous.
“Yes.” She answered, “It was only for a few months. Melanie is like a big sister to me. She really helped me out when I was going through a rough time.”
I tried the doorknob, but it was locked. We waited a moment, and then the door buzzed. I tried the knob again. The door opened, and we went in.
The store was small but well-kept. There was a rack of hardcore porn DVDs and VHS tapes. There was all the usual stuff you might find in any adult bookstore. There was a lot of leather bondage gear, whips, handcuffs, ball gags, strap-on dildos, and restraints. In the back of the store, there was what looked like a row of private viewing rooms for the videos. A monitor was hanging on the wall with some kind of amateur bondage video playing on it.
“Hi, Joy.” Came a voice from behind the counter. “Melanie told me you had an appointment for a tattoo today.”
The voice belonged to a cute, skinny Goth-looking girl. She had long black hair, black lipstick, and black fingernail polish. She was dressed in a black lace top, a black leather miniskirt, black fishnet stockings, and boots. She looked like she was maybe 21.
“Hi, Angel,” Joy responded. “I didn’t know you were working here.”
“I’m just helping out my Aunt Melanie for a while,” Angel said. “It’s been rough on her since her boyfriend went to jail. I’ll tell Melanie you’re here.”
Angel opened the door behind the counter and went in. She came back out a minute later and said, “Go on in, she’s ready for you.”
Joy and I walked into the tattoo studio. It wasn’t very big, but it was well organized. There was a leather-bound bench that looked like a massage table on one side of the room. There were pictures of tattoos all over the walls. There was a desk and a chair on the other side. Sitting in the chair was a woman in her mid 40’s with long black hair. She stood up, walked over, and hugged Joy. She was almost 6 feet tall. She had many tattoos and piercings. She was big, but not fat, with large breasts and wide hips. Her face was beautiful with dark eyeliner and dark red lipstick. She was also dressed all in black, leather shorts, and thigh-high black leather boots with stiletto heels. I was a little bit intimidated by her.
“Hi, Joy,” she said. “It’s so good to see you again.”
“Hi Melanie,” Joy replied. “You look great! How have you been?”
“Well, it’s been a little bit tough since Mike went to Jail. I haven’t gotten laid in 3 months.” She laughed.
“Hi, I’m Joy’s husband…” I began.
“Excuse you!” Joy said, glaring at me. “You do not speak unless spoken to in Melanie’s house. You got it?”
I was taken aback. “Ok…”
“You will address her as Miss Melanie, understand?” Joy snapped.
“Yes, Ma’am, sorry, Miss Melanie.” I stammered
“That’s OK, cutie.” Miss Melanie said softly. “You will learn the rules soon enough.”
I was really starting to feel nervous now.
“Now, what can I do for you today, Joy?” Miss Melanie smiled.
“Well, as you can see, my husband is having a hard time focusing his brain on what is best for him,” Joy replied. “I think getting my name tattooed on his thigh will remind him of his obligations whenever he looks at his little dick in the mirror.”
“That’s a great idea.” Miss Melanie said. “Let’s see what we have to work with. He’ll have to take his pants off, but it would be better if he were completely naked.”
Joy looked over at me. “You heard the lady, STRIP!”
I was horrified. My face blushed bright red. My hands were shaking a little bit as I dropped my shorts. I took off my shirt, shoes, socks, and underwear. I kept my eyes cast down.
“I see you’ve got him caged.” Miss Melanie said casually. “Do you always keep him like that?”
“No, just when he misbehaves,” Joy answered. “Now turn around!” My wife ordered me.
I slowly turned around. “Oh my!” exclaimed Miss Melanie after seeing the red stripes on my ass. “Has someone been a bad boy?”
“Yes, Miss Melanie,” I whispered.
“Tell her why,” Joy said.
“I was caught jerking off without permission,” I said.
“Oh, I see.” Said Miss Melanie gravely. “You’re lucky your wife cares about you enough to help you with your little problem, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Miss Melanie,” I replied meekly.
Miss Melanie walked over, opened the door a bit, and said, “Angel, would you come in here for a moment, please?”
Angel came into the room. I blushed again, but there was nowhere for me to hide. “Could this get any worse?” I thought to myself.
“Angel, be a dear and strap Joy’s husband down on the bench. And then I need you to shave the front of his left thigh from his crotch to his knee, please.”
“Sure thing, Aunt Melanie,” Angel replied. “Come on, sweetie,” she said and grabbed me by the arm. She led me over to the bench and motioned for me to lie down. She used the remote control to lower the bench. The headrest stuck out past the end of the bench.
This was the point of no return. I looked around at the three gorgeous women staring at me expectantly. I sighed and lay down on the bench. Angel quickly secured the leather straps around my wrists and ankles. My 4-inch penis strained against the cage. I hoped I wasn’t dripping any precum.
“That’s a good boy,” Angel said, squeezing my arm. “You have really nice muscles.” She winked at me and left the room.
“It’s best if he’s restrained.” Said Miss Melanie. “Tattoos can be painful, and we don’t want him squirming around.”
“I agree 100 percent.” Said my wife. “If he gives you any trouble, just pinch his nipple and twist, like this.”
Joy demonstrated the technique. I winced in pain but didn’t cry out.
“Oh, I’m sure he’s not going to give me any trouble.” Miss Melanie said, looking down at me. “Are you sweetie?”
I just shook my head.
“So what do you want me to do to him?” Miss Melanie asked my wife.
“Well, I think you should tattoo my name in fancy gothic letters, outlined in black and colored in with a blood red ink. Put it on his upper thigh so he can’t see his dick without seeing my name,” Joy replied.
“Lucky for him, your name only has 3 letters in it.” We all had a good chuckle over that.
“This is going to take a couple of hours, so you don’t have to wait the whole time. I’ll call you when we’re done.” Miss Melanie told Joy.
“That’s Ok,” Joy said. “I’ve got an appointment to get my hair done. I’m just going to borrow my husband’s credit card. Is that OK with you, honey?”
I smiled and nodded.
“Bye now, you kids have fun!” and with that, my wife was gone.
Angel came back into the room with a towel, some shaving cream, and a straight razor. She rubbed her hand over my thigh where the tattoo was going to be.
“Mm.” She whispered, “Your skin is soft, and your leg is so strong.”
She applied the shaving cream to my leg and began to shave me. She took hold of my pink cock cage and gently pulled it to the side.
“We have to get you all nice and smooth.” She purred. “So Miss Melanie can do a good job on you.”
Fortunately, Angel was quite skilled at shaving. When she was done, she wiped me off with the towel. She gave me a sly smile and said, “He’s all yours, Melanie.”
Miss Melanie stood over me and looked me over. She ran her big, soft hands over my chest, arms, and legs. She grabbed my cock cage and pulled and twisted it, and then let it go.
“You’re cute, and you have nice muscles. It’s too bad your dick is so small. It probably wouldn’t do me any good.” Miss Melanie growled at me. “Otherwise, I would cut the lock off that cage and ride your cock. I’m so freakin’ horny since my boyfriend went to jail, I can’t stand it. Dildos and vibrators just don’t cut it after a while.”
I didn’t dare say a word.
“Size matters.” She continued, as she lightly pinched my nipples. “But other qualities are important in a husband, too, like loyalty, obedience, and eagerness to please. I’ve trained hundreds of husbands. I was a professional dominatrix, but now I mostly just do tattoos.”
I just nodded. I had no idea what to say.
“Joy is doing a good job training you. I knew she would. I taught her everything she knows about controlling men.” Miss Melanie gave me a sly look. “Open your mouth, sweetie.” She purred. I did as I was told. She shoved two fingers in my mouth, and I began to suck them. “Well, you are eager to please. I heard you have the fastest tongue in the west. Is that true?”
I sucked harder on her fingers and swirled my tongue around. She pulled her fingers out of my mouth. Then she unbuckled her belt and let her leather shorts drop to the floor. Miss Melanie stepped out of her shorts and straddled the headrest of the bench. I looked up into her thick black bush. I could see a hint of moisture on the distended lips of her pussy. I could see a thick gold ring hanging down from her swollen clit. She used the remote to raise the bench. My face was slowly forced into her crotch. The smell of her musky vagina was intoxicating. She pushed her clit into my mouth and continued to raise the bench until most of her weight was pressing down on my face. I instinctively started to suck. I had never serviced a pussy with a piercing before. I used the gold ring to my advantage by sticking the tip of my tongue in it and flicking it back and forth.
“Fuck yeah, suck that clit, Bitch!” She moaned.
I flicked my tongue faster and harder. I was practically yanking her clit back and forth, the gold ring clacking against my teeth. I sucked hard, and she started to cum. Her whole body shook, and juices began to flow. I continued to suck until her orgasm subsided. She popped her clit out of my mouth and positioned her hole for me to suck. I stuck my tongue in deep and felt very little resistance. Her juices continued to flow, and I sucked on her lips and tongue fucked her hole as hard as I could. Her asshole was pressed up against my nose. I gave it a few licks for good measure.
“Wow, you are good with that tongue. I might have to ask Joy if I can borrow you for the weekend.” She laughed.
She lowered the table and dismounted my face. I finally took a deep breath. I could feel the wetness from her pussy still on my face. “Thank you, Miss Melanie.” I managed to say.
“Well, what a good boy you are!” She smiled down at me and patted my cheek. “I’d better get started on your tattoo.”
Miss Melanie put her shorts back on and got her equipment ready. Soon, I heard the hum of the tattoo needle. I winced a bit at the first touch, but the pain wasn’t too bad. The taste of her pussy was still in my mouth, and pussy juice was all I could smell. My poor, swollen little dick had been pushing against the cage for what seemed like hours. I tried to calm my mind, and finally, my hard-on softened a bit. Miss Melanie worked on me for a while, and I started to relax. Pretty soon, the door opened, and Angel walked into the room.
“Aunt Melanie,” she said. “I hate to tell you this, but the landlord is out front. He wants to talk to you.”
“Oh shit!” Melanie exclaimed, “Big Richard, what does that asshole want now? Angel, would you please stay here with my client while I go talk to him?”
“Sure, Aunt Melanie.”
“I’m sorry, I’ll be back in a minute,” Melanie said as she walked out.
“What’s going on?” I asked. “Is something wrong?”
“That guy Big Richard thinks he’s some kind of big shot gangster or something. He’s been bugging Melanie about the shop’s rent. She’s 3 months behind because she spent all her money on her boyfriend Mike’s legal expenses.” Angel explained. “Melanie thinks Big Richard had something to do with Mike getting busted by the cops.” He was storing stolen merchandise behind the store. The cops raided the place and arrested Mike. Melanie thinks Big Richard paid off the cops and let Mike take the fall. Ever since then, business at the store has been way down. The word got out that the cops were watching the place.”
“That sucks,” I said. “If only there were a good criminal defense attorney in Albuquerque.”
“Yeah, He’s trying to run Melanie out of business for some reason, but Melanie signed a lease, and she’s not leaving,” Angel said.
Just them Melanie stuck her head back in the room. “I’ve got to go with him to the bank. He’s demanding money from me. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
“Well, that sucks,” I said.
“Yeah, just me and you here all alone.” Angel sighed.
Angel began to rub my chest and tweak my nipples. “What am I with these chicks and my nipples?” I thought to myself.
“It’s too bad your cock is locked up. I kind of want to see it and play with it.” Angel said.
She grabbed my cock cage and pulled on it.
“How come your cage is all wet and drippy?” She asked.
“I don’t know,” I said.
“How come Melanie barely got anything done on your tattoo?” She asked.
“I don’t know,” I said.
Angel bent down and kissed me on the cheek. “How come you smell like pussy?” She asked.
“I don’t know,” I said.
“Well, I know!” She growled. “Melanie’s not the only one who gets to have fun around here.”
With that, Angel lifted her leather mini skirt. Her fishnet stockings were held up with a garter belt, and she was not wearing any panties. Her hairless pussy looked like a ripe peach with a little button clit.
“You want to eat my pussy for me, sweetie?” She smiled down at me.
“A, well, I… A” Before I had time to answer, she threw her leg over and sat on my face the same way Miss Melanie had.
Her silky smooth vagina brushed against my face. It smelled faintly of pee and sweat. I stuck out my tongue and licked her slit. I was rewarded with a drop of the sweetest pussy juice I ever tasted. (Besides that of my wife, of course). Maybe she really was an Angel. Her pussy certainly was heavenly.
“Oh, that feels so good, cutie.” She purred. “Keep going, sweetie, that’s it.”
I licked and sucked her delicious cunt for all I was worth. She humped my face in perfect rhythm with my tongue. I sucked her clit into my mouth. I held it gently with my teeth and flicked it with my tongue. Her orgasm started to hit. She clamped her legs tight to my head and grabbed my arms to steady herself. She rode my face all the way to the end. She let go and arched her back. I took this opportunity to slide my tongue deep into her sweet honey hole. I greedily sucked up all her juices. I tilted my head up a bit to get access to her back door. She knew what I wanted and scooted forward a bit. I thrust my tongue into her tight, brown, little asshole again and again. She squealed with pleasure. I savored the bitter-sweet flavor of her ass for as long as it would last. Finally, my tongue began to get tired. She sensed it and slid off my face. My engorged penis once again strained against the cage. I was getting a serious case of the blue balls today.
“Thanks, baby, that was great,” Angel said. “I’ve been really stressed out lately with everything going on around here.”
“My pleasure,” I said. “Hey, can you take the straps off? I need to pee.”
“Well, if you got to go, you got to go,” Angel replied. “I guess Melanie won’t care since she had to leave. The bathrooms through that other door and down the hall.”
Angel unhooked the straps around my wrists and ankles. I got up off the table and went out the other door into a narrow, dark hallway. The bathroom door was at the end of the hall. I opened the door and turned on the light. The bathroom was old but relatively clean. I sat down to pee because of my cock cage. When I was done, I opened the door and, by the bathroom light, saw 3 small sliding doors about waist-high on the wall in the hallway. I opened one and saw a hole about 7 inches round that looked out into the viewing booth on the other side of the wall. I realized with a bit of surprise that this was a “glory hole”. I had heard of them but had never seen one. I closed the door and went back to the tattoo studio where Angel was waiting.
We hung around and talked for a while, waiting for Miss Melanie to get back. The door buzzer went off, and Angel went out to see who it was. She came back in a minute with my wife.
“Hi, honey, I like your haircut,” I said. (Not noticing Joy’s new haircut could be fatal).
“Oh, thanks, baby,” Joy said while kissing me. “How’s the tattoo coming along?”
I looked down and saw a “J” tattooed on my leg. “OK, I guess.” I was a bit worried that she would smell pussy on my breath. I changed the subject quickly. “Miss Melanie had to leave.”
“Angel told me,” Joy said. “That Big Richard is a real bad dude.”
“You know him?” I asked.
“I think I might have met him once,” she said vaguely.
We hung out and talked for several minutes, still waiting for Melanie to get back. I was just about to put my clothes back on when… All of a sudden, we heard the outside door bang open. We heard loud voices in the other room. We peeked out the door and saw a huge black man over 6 feet tall and about 280 lbs., yelling at Melanie.
“Damn it, Melanie, you still owe me two months’ back rent!” Big Richard yelled.
“What can I say, Richard. I gave you everything I’ve got!” Melanie yelled back.
“I’ll burn this fucking place down and collect the insurance money on it, and you’ll be out on your ass!” He yelled back.
Angel turned to Joy and me and said, “You guys better hide in the back room before he sees you. He has a bad temper. Who knows what he’ll do?
“She’s right,” Joy said and grabbed me by the arm. “Come on!”
Joy and I went out the other door into the hallway. She turned and locked the door behind her. I noticed a little red light in the corner of the ceiling went on. We could still hear yelling from the front room because the partition wall was only a piece of plywood.
“I swear to God, Melanie, if you don’t pay me soon, you’ll be sorry!” I heard Big Richard yell.
“What do you want from me, Richard?” Melanie shouted back. “It’s your fault I’m in this situation in the first place!”
“A blowjob would be nice!” Richard said back.
“Fuck you, Richard. I’m not giving you a blowjob!” Melanie responded.
“Not from you bitch. You think I would trust you?” Richard sneered.
“You’re not touching my niece, you bastard!” Melanie yelled.
“No, fuck her, I want a blowjob from whoever you got working in the booth. I want a professional.” Big Richard demanded.
“There’s nobody back there.” Melanie protested.
“Then why is the red light on?” Richard asked.
I heard the big man walk towards us. I heard a door open, and then one of the sliding doors in the wall opened.
Big Richard banged on the wall with his fist.” Whoever is back there better get on my cock right now if you know what’s good for you!”
I watched as the biggest cock I had ever seen slid through the glory hole. It was dark brown and thick with veins running through it. It was at least 9 inches long, and I don’t think it was fully erect yet. It was followed by a massive set of balls hanging low in their sack. I looked at Joy and saw that she was staring at the cock like she was mesmerized or something. She took her tank top off, slid her shorts down, and kicked them to the side. All she had left on were her old canvas high-top sneakers and the gold chain with the key around her neck. She knelt before the massive member.
“What the heck are you doing, Joy?” I whispered through clenched teeth.
“What are you waiting for?” Big Richard banged on the wall again.
Joy reached out and took hold of the huge cock with one hand. She leaned forward, opened wide, and slid the mushroom head into her mouth. I was in shock. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Joy started slowly moving her head back and forth, working more of the cock into her mouth.
“Oh, hell yea that’s more like it!” Big Richard exclaimed from the other side of the wall.
Joy kept going, deeper and deeper each time. I couldn’t take my eyes off the X-rated scene before me. My dick strained against the cock cage for what seemed like the hundredth time today. She kept going until, with a final lunge, she took the whole thing in her mouth. I had heard of deep throat before, but never actually witnessed it first-hand. She choked and gagged a little bit and had to let off. Then she went back for another attempt, and the huge cock went down her throat again. I could actually see the bulge in her throat.
“GOD DAMN!” Came the voice from the other side of the wall. “Joy? Is that you? I didn’t know you were working here again.”
The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. My wife had done this before. She sucked cock for money. She had sucked cock at this glory hole before. She had sucked THIS cock at THIS glory hole before! God only knew what else she had done, or still did. She had only given me blowjobs a few times since we got married. She said I was too “drippy”. I was overcome with conflicting emotions. I was horrified and awe-struck. I was amazed by her ability. I was jealous and proud of her at the same time. I was more turned on than at any time in my life that I could remember. This was the final straw. I could no longer sit there and watch my wife suck another man’s cock while my dick was locked up in this stupid cage. It was time for me to take action. It was time for me to take matters into my own hands. Damn the consequences. I knew what I had to do.
I reached out and grabbed the key that was on the thin gold chain around my wife’s neck. The chain snapped easily with a quick jerk. Joy didn’t seem to notice. She was too focused on the massive cock that was down her throat. I put the key in the lock and opened it. I took off the cock cage and threw it aside. My penis sprang up to its full 4 inches. I stood beside my wife and started to stroke my dick. Time stood still. I couldn’t look away. Joy was really getting into it. She started going faster and faster.
I started jerking my penis faster and faster. The man on the other side of the wall was growling like a grizzly bear. I was amazed at how long she could keep going at that pace. It must have taken years of practice. I heard a primal scream from the other side of the wall.
The first shot of semen went down my wife’s throat. She gagged and had to pull back. The second shot went directly into her open mouth. The third splashed across her face and ran down her chin. She kept pumping the cock with her right hand the whole time, as a true professional should. (I noticed her left hand was fingering her clit). The fourth shot of cum landed on her tits. She managed to clear her throat and got her mouth back around the head of Big Richard’s still spurting cock. Her cheeks indented as she forcefully sucked and swallowed all of the remaining cum out of the huge member.
The first shot of semen out of my dick hit Joy on the side of her face. She turned towards me, and the second shot caught her right in the mouth. The third and fourth shots landed on her body. The rest spilled onto the floor. She seemed dazed, like she wasn’t sure what was going on. She still had Big Richard’s cock in her hand. He pulled his softening phallus out of the glory hole. Joy let go and looked disappointedly at the empty hole. A crumpled twenty-dollar bill came through the hole and landed on the cum splattered floor. Then the door slid shut.
“Damn it, Melanie!” Richard said from the other room. “Why didn’t you tell me Joy was working here again?”
“She’s not, she’s just visiting,” Melanie said.
“Well, she sure hasn’t lost her touch. That bitch could suck the chrome off a bumper!” Big Richard exclaimed. “All right, Melanie, I’ll give you another week. But you damn well better have my money next time I come in here.”
I heard the outer door bang shut. I reached down and helped Joy get to her feet. We just stood there and looked at each other in the dim light. She was covered with jizz from her face to her chest. Cum was running down her stomach and pooling in her belly button. Some might have even made it down to her light brown mound of pubic hair. She put her arms around my neck and drew me close. She tilted her head up slightly and brought her mouth up to mine. Her cum coated tongue slid into my mouth. I sucked on her tongue, and we swapped the slimy mixture back and forth. She held me tight, and we were both now covered with cum. I had never felt closer to her than I did in that moment. I broke the kiss after several minutes. I went into the bathroom and grabbed some paper towels. I wiped us both off, and Joy put her clothes back on.
“Where’s my chain?” She asked.
I looked around on the floor and found her chain and the twenty-dollar bill. I wiped them both clean and handed them to her.
“You sure earned that tip,” I said.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” She asked.
“What?” I questioned. “You mean the cock cage? Forget that thing.”
“No,” she said. “You broke the rules. You jerked off without permission.”
“Oh come on!” I protested, “You’ve got to be kidding me!”
“No, rules are rules,” she said. “You agreed to it. You don’t want me to tell Miss Melanie, do you?”
“No, Ma’am,” I mumbled.
I got the pink cock cage and wiped it off. I fumbled around with it until I managed to put it back on. I clicked the lock and gave the key back to Joy. She put it in her pocket, and then we went out the door into the other room.
Miss Melanie and Angel were waiting for us when we walked in. Miss Melanie rushed over and hugged Joy.
“Thank you so much!” She said. “You saved my business. How can I ever repay you?”
“That’s OK,” Joy replied. “You helped me when I needed it. That’s what friends are for.”
“There’s always a job for you here if you want it. Do you want me to finish your husband’s tattoo now?” Miss Melanie asked.
“I think we’ve had enough excitement for today. We’re going to head home now. My husband and I have something we need to talk about,” Joy replied.
“Well, bring him back next week, and I’ll finish his tattoo for free,” Melanie said. “If you let me borrow him for the weekend, I can cure that chronic masturbating problem for you.”
“O, K I’ll bring him back next week,” Joy laughed.
I put on my clothes, and we got ready to go. Angel whispered in my ear. “See you next week, cutie.”
Joy gave me a sideways glance but didn’t say anything.
We got in, and Joy started the car. She looked over at me. “You’re going to need to eat my pussy out for me when we get home,” she said with a slightly scratchy voice.
“Yes, Ma’am,” I replied.
“Sucking that big cock made me super horny. My cunt is sopping wet. That is, unless your tongue is too tired already?”
“No, Ma’am, my tongue is ready to go,” I insisted.
“If you do a good job going down on me, I’ll unlock your cage and watch you jerk off. I’ll even let you suck on my toes as a special treat. What do you say?”
I looked down at her old canvas high-top sneakers. She had been wearing them all day in the hot sun, with no socks. From down below, I felt that old familiar tingle as my 4-inch penis began to get hard again.
I looked her in the eyes. “It’s a deal.”
The End.
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