Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. I had decided that I wanted to get a small tattoo on my belly. So one night I borrowed my parents car and told them I was going to a movie with a friend. I drove toward the next down, with a giddy feeling of excitement building up inside me. After driving for awhile, I finally saw a neon "TATTOO" sign in a window. It was a nasty looking place but I quickly parked and trotted inside. The only person in the shop was the tattoo artist and his eyes lit up when I entered. I immediately began to have second thoughts. The shop was dirty as was he. He was probably in his early to mid-forties. His dirty, black hair was tied back in a ponytail and he had a thick goatee. He was over-weight, under-bathed, and exactly the type of dirty old man you'd expect to be working in a tattoo parlor at night. I thought about leaving before informing him that I'd like a tattoo and following him to the back room. He, on the other hand, was thrilled. I had on a yellow mini-skirt which I realized would not be ideal as I climbed into the elevated chair. I was wearing a light pink halter-top which he seemed to be staring a whole through at my 34D breasts, and a pair of little black pumps with lacy socks underneath. My blond hair was tied back into a long ponytail which hung of the back of the headrest as I leaned back into the declined chair. "Well, well, well," he muttered. "What can I do for you?" "I'm actually not sure," I replied. "Do you have a book or something with ideas?" He gave me a book and I leafed through it as he went to the front for a minute or two. I quickly surveyed the room. Along with designs hanging on the wall, there were also pornographic pictures. Not like Playboy centerfolds either, but pictures and cartons of naked women in bondage and other creepy stuff. I decided to go with something risque, to surprise any boys in school who were lucky enough to begin getting me undressed. I informed him that I wanted the words "sex kitten" above my belly button in fancy, cursive writing. He could hardly contain his glee as he pushed my top up a few inches and began treating the area. After he dabbed my stomach with alcohol and began the writing, I relaxed. It didn't hurt nearly as bad as I expected. Every so often he would back up like he was surveying his work, but I had a sneaking suspicion he was just looking up my skirt at my little, white panties. Then I noticed that his eyes weren't the only part of him getting bigger! A rather large bulge had begun to form within his black jeans. While at first I was repulsed, I slowly began to have an attitude change. I began to like the fact that I was driving him nuts. I began to let my halter slide down so it was in his way. He pushed it up a few times. "That top is going to screw me up if it keeps sliding down. You don't want this messed up do you?" "No," I replied. "Hold on a sec..." I sat up a little, untied the top and slipped it off. I layed back down with only a lacy, white bra covering my boobs. His eyes grew to the size of saucers as he continued the ink job, seemingly spending more time eying me up than watching what he was doing. I didn't even care. I had been completely transformed into slut mode. The pricks at my belly continued and every once in awhile I'd let out a small whimper. When he had finished he stood back and admired his work and taking in the image of a hot teenage girl laying in a bra and mini-skirt on his chair. "How much is that?" I asked. "One blow job," came his reply. I was momentarily stunned before a gave him a devilish grin. I motioned with my finger for him to come near. He walked to the right side of the table and began to unzip his pants. He pulled the pants down, exposing a huge bulge behind his ratty gray boxers. I ran my hand over it and cupped it in my palm, gently squeezing it. I was driving him totally insane. I moved my mouth toward it and again cupped it, this time with my mouth. At this point he whipped it out and plopped it in my mouth. He was sweaty and smelly, but I sucked on it anyway. I closed my eyes and moved my head back and forth, his fat cock filling my mouth, and his pre-cum oozing on my tongue. He put his hand behind my head and guided it, slowly at first, then harder and harder with both hands. His balls were very big and very hairy and I felt them occasionally against my face. His fat, veiny cock began to pulsate in my mouth as I looked up at him. He closed his eyes and then exploded his juices in my mouth. I gagged swallowing his nasty semen as he pulled cock from between my lips. He stepped back and looked at me proudly as I layed in the chair, unable to believe that I had just swallowed a load of this creep's cum. It made me feel and odd mixture of shame and excitement. "Fuck me," I heard myself say. He was on me in milli-seconds, pushing my skirt up, his sticky dick pushing against my panties and staining them with the remainder of his cum. His hands cupped and grasped at my breasts, pulling and pushing on them through my bra. I moaned loudly as he sloppily groped and squeezed. His left hand grabbed at the string of my panties on my hip and he ripped them down. "You little whore," he said. "You got me hard again. You want me to use it? Yeah, you do. You want it bad!" "Yes, I do Daddy. Mmmmmm" I felt him slide into me. He wasted no time. I gasped as he began to pound away, and his 240 or so pounds driving me into the leather. His shirt had slid off and his hairy chest and fat belly smothered my tan body. Somehow he got my bra off and began sucking on my nipples, the hair from his goatee tickling my flesh. I let out a scream as he bit down on my nipple. He was going to town on my breasts, all the while, continuing to fuck me, his fat as slamming up and down, driving me into the chair and making it squeak and creak. I screamed uncontrollably as he pounded me, his stench and sweat covering me. "FUCK ME, YES, HARDER," I screamed. "Harder Daddy, YESSS." "You little whore, I'm gonna fuck your brains out." I couldn't believe how nasty I let the situation get, nor could I believe how much I was loving it. All I could do was scream until unexpectedly he pulled out. He pulled me by my hair until I had turned on my tummy. He pulled me back by the hips until my legs were hanging off the chair which was now completely horizontal. He told me not to move and then I heard him rummaging around in a closet behind me. I stared straight ahead. He returned and I grabbed my arms, pulling them behind me and tying them tightly with a leather strap. I was shocked. Before I could say anything or tell him to stop, I felt a plastic ball being forced into my mouth and it's straps being tied around my head, underneath my ponytail. Now I was scared. I remembered and looked at the porn pictures on the wall, realizing that I was now bound and gagged like the sluts in the pictures. But they were nasty women I thought. There was no way this could be happening. He climbed on the table and knelt above me, growling into my ear. "I'm gonna fuck your blond, teenage brains out. You came in here all special with your jiggly ass and big firms tits, but you don't feel so high and mighty now do you? I'm gonna fuck you like a dog and cum all over your pretty little face. You won't be prancing past the boys in the hall at school tomorrow like your hot shit, you little tease." As if I couldn't believe what I was hearing, the next surprise I got shocked me beyond belief. I felt him start to force the head of his knob into my ass. He spread my legs and forced harder. There was no easing it in or remote concern. My screams were muffled by the ball gag in my mouth. He rammed it in, paused, grabbed my ponytail, and began to thrust away, tearing me apart. My hands were still tied behind my back as I wailed and squirmed. He pulled my hair back hard and fucked me like an animal. The words "slut", "whore", "pig", and "bitch" rolled out of his mouth in deep growls as I felt him drill me without mercy. He let go of my hair and then I felt a leather belt being wrapped around my neck. He pulled back and chocked me while he rode me. He let the belt drop to the floor and pushed my face into the sweaty chair as he drilled my tight ass. My muffled screams and groans continued as I climaxed over and over. I felt like I was gonna pass out. Suddenly, he pulled out, hurried to the front of the chair and began cumming all over my face. I felt it splatter into my hair and run down my neck, cheeks, and chin. He rubbed his softening penis on my face as he pulled the gag off. I let out as gasp. His big balls were smashed against my face. He walked behind me and pulled me to my feet by my still bound hands and walked me to the back door. "Look at me!" he demanded. I slowly rose my head and he admired his handy work for what seemed like forever. He was so proud that his semen and pubic hairs were smeared all over my face and through the strands of my blond hair. He opened the door and untied my hands before pushing me out into the alley and slamming the door. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around