The Dares : 3
Next day Yash took a day off from his office, after dropping their daughter Ritika to school he returned back home.
“Something special today?” Reema asked giving him his coffee cup.
“No…why?” Yash replied.
“Cause…you hardly take your day off…” Reema said laughing.
“Yes…that’s true…I don’t…but today I want to hear your adventures…so why don’t you continue…” Yash replied and Reema started narrating her adventures.
Reema narration:
“Why did you leave me alone with Ajeet?” I asked Sajid as soon as we were inside the car. He’d only been gone for an hour, but it seemed much longer.
“I know that bastard…he’ll do nothing in front of me…so I left you there alone with him…I hope you had a wonderful time…” Sajid replied laughing.
“Yes…I’d a wonderful time…you can watch that later…” I replied laughing.
I heard Sajid mobile ringing, I looked at the screen and it was from Sakila.
“Hello Sakila…Sajid is driving…let me put you on speaker…” I replied picking up the mobile.
“Reema…it’s been more than one hour…what took you so long…anyway I didn’t call you for that…I called to tell Sajid about your next dare…since you’re on the phone…so listen carefully your next dare…your next dare is to have a tattoo… Sajid know where the tattoo parlor is…so head towards the tattoo parlor…have a nice day…” Sakila said and disconnected the mobile.
“Did you heard…what your first wife said…” I asked Sajid.
“Yes…we’re near to that place…maybe in ten minutes…we’ll be there…” Sajid replied.
“I don’t think…I want something permanent…” I said.
“I personally think…tiny tattoos strategically placed would look cute and sexy…” Sajid replied.
Soon we were in a seedy part of town, as we were few blocks away from the shop, my car stopped. Sajid tried to start it many times but failed. Sajid called the mechanic and after giving him our location we went on foot to the tattoo parlor. The shop was small and dingy, and the walls were covered with pictures of people with tattoos, including women with tattoos on their breasts. We opened the door and went in. A bell on the door jingled, and a large man came out of the back, he stopped short when he saw us. “How can I help you?” the large man asked.
“Well…she is considering a tattoo…” Sajid replied, I could see he had his mobile in his hands, meaning he was recording all this with his cheap mobile phone.
“Great…that’s why we’re here…do you know what you would like?” The large man asked looking at me.
Before I could answer Sajid mobile rang, it was the mechanic.
“The mechanic is here…let me check what’s wrong with the car…” Sajid said and left.
“Well come on into the back room…we’ll see what we can do…” the large man said. I followed the man into a small back room in the center of which was a reclining chair. Needles and bottles of ink were scattered over the surface of a work- bench, and a small bookcase was filled with binders holding pictures of tattoos.
“Have a seat…what sort of a tattoo do you want?” the man said.
“I’m not exactly sure….” I blushed again.
“Well…I’ve some books you can look at to give you ideas…do you know where you want it?” the man asked.
I didn’t say anything.
“It’s ok…I’ve heard it all before….nothing to be embarrassed about…do you know where you want it?” the man asked.
I nodded. The man smiled. I blushed and then said, very quietly “Between my legs…”
At first the tattoo artist looked as though he didn’t believe me. Then he smiled again “You mean on the inside of your thigh?”
I shook my head. The man watched me silently. I hesitated. Then I said “On my pussy…”
The man’s eye’s widened in pleasure, but all he said was “Sure…No problem…I don’t get any requests for that till now… but I knew some girls are into…I’ve a few photos collected from the net…”
He pulled a binder off the shelf and handed to me. I began shyly flipping through it. There were all kinds of tattoos. Some were pictures, some were words. I stopped when I came to one page and pointed. “There…that’s the one…” I said. It was a simple tattoo, just two words in angular script, one on each side of the girl’s pussy, that read ‘Sex Toy.’ I felt a warmth in my crotch. I felt incredibly excited, incredibly dirty.
The man smiled and nodded. “Nice choice…” he said.
“It’s for my husband…one of his weird fantasy…” I said in a rush of embarrassment.
“He’s a lucky man…have a lovely young wife like you…fulfilling his fantasy…so, are you ready?” The man said.
I nodded, but didn’t move.
“Well…take off your shorts…and we’ll get started…” the man said.
I slowly eased my shorts down my hips, I knew he was watching me. I felt as though I was doing a striptease for him, and it made me feel flushed and hot. The man was clearly enjoying the show and made no effort to hurry me. When my shorts were around my ankles, I stepped out of them and stood in front of the man in my panties and T-shirt. The man stood watching me. When I didn’t move, he said “Now your panties…”
Slowly, I put my thumbs in the waistband of my panties and eased them down my legs. I could see the lust in the man’s eyes as he watched my pussy being exposed. The man nodded approvingly and said “Nice slit…I’m going to enjoy working on that…” I blushed.
I started to climb into the chair, but the man stopped me. “Better take off your top, too…” When I looked at him with a puzzled expression, he quickly said “I don’t want to spill any ink on your nice T-shirt…” I felt in a kind of horniness, and lifted my T-shirt over my head. My nipples were very hard.
Then while the man watched, I climbed into the chair. “Are you sure you’re going to be able to hold still?” the man asked.
“This is going to hurt…you know…” He continued.
“I…I’m not sure…” I stuttered, suddenly feeling scared.
“Well…we better not take any chances…” The man opened a drawer and fished around, pulling out a couple of leather wrist bands. “Here…put these on…” He handed the wrist bands to me, and I fumbled with them, trying to figure out how the straps and buckles worked. The man saw me uncertainty and said “Here…let me do that for you…” Quickly and surely, he buckled the two leather bands around my wrists and locked them in place.
“Now put your hands behind your back…” the man said.
“Why?” I asked.
“Those things aren’t going to do you any good…unless they’re locked together…we’ve got to make sure you can’t move …or you might accidentally hit my hand while I’m working…and that would hurt…not to mention spoil a nice tattoo…” The man smiled meaningfully and I blushed again and put my hands behind my back and waited while the man clipped the two wrist cuffs together.
“There you go…now you can lean back…” the man said.
I tried leaning back, but it was awkward with my hands cuffed behind my back. I was forced to thrust my chest outwards, showing off my lovely breasts. My nipples were as hard as pebbles. I found myself half-sitting on my hands, which lifted my hips out of the chair slightly.
“Perfect…” the man said, surveying my position. “That lifts your pussy up nicely…it’ll make it easier to work on…now just one last thing…and we’ll be ready to go to work…” He rummaged in the drawer again and came back with two more leather cuffs.
“What are those for?” I asked.
“For your legs…of course…you’re going to want to close them pretty badly…once I get started…” the man said.
“Maybe this isn’t such a great idea…” I began.
“Don’t worry about it…” the man interrupted me. “Sure…it’ll hurt a bit…but it’ll all be over before you know it…and you’ll have your husband fantasy fulfilled…now spread your legs wide…” he ordered, before I could protest any more.
I spread my legs. “A little wider…sweet girl…” the man said, smiling. “No need to be bashful…I’m going to get to know …what you’ve got between those legs…pretty well before I’m through with you…”
Reluctantly, I spread my legs even wider. Quickly, the man strapped a cuff around one ankle and locked it to an arm of the chair. He strapped the second cuff around my other ankle and then pulled my legs even wider apart.
“Ouch…that hurts…” I said Amy.
“Not as much as it’s going to…but what did you expect…I’ve got to have room to work on you properly…don’t I…” the man said with a wink.
The man pulled my legs apart until I felt them stretched to their limit, then he locked the second cuff in place. I was spread wide open, the muscles standing out on my shapely legs and my pussy bare and exposed to the man’s gaze and touch. I felt myself breathing more quickly from excitement. The man pulled a stool between my spread legs along with his tattooing kit of needles and ink.
“This is it…” I though, and gritted my teeth. But I was still unprepared for the bite of the first needle. “Owww…” I cried out.
“You think that hurts…just wait till I get going…” the man said, and laughed.
“No…really…that hurts…I don’t think I can take it…” I said.
“Oh…you can take it all right…” The man replied.
“No…please…you don’t understand…I’ve changed my mind…I want you to stop…” I pleaded.
“Too bad…it’s too late for that…you can’t just come parading in here…ask a guy to tattoo your cunt…then strip down for him…tease him with your pretty slit and your tits…and then expect him not to want to finish the job…I’m going to do this…and I’m going to enjoy it…and you’re just going to have to sit back and take it…” As he was talking, the man continued dipping his needle into the ink and then pressing into the flesh of my pussy. Again, and again he jabbed the needle into my pussy lips, staining them with the ink, marking me forever as a sex toy.
“No…Stop…” I began to shout. The man looked annoyed. He reached down to where my shorts lay bunched on the floor and picked up my panties.
“You’re making too much noise…I think we’d better shut you up…” And he stuffed my panties into my mouth. Then he picked up the needle again and went back to work on my pussy. The pain was indescribable. I’d never felt anything like it, but my pussy was throbbing, and not just from the pain. I felt myself growing wet as the man pricked me again and again with the tattoo needle.
The man noticed, too and said “So…I see you’re beginning to enjoy yourself…I thought maybe that’s what was going on …a pain slut…eh? Just looking for a little thrill? Well…believe me…you came to the right place…if you want someone to hurt your pussy…I’m the man for the job…” And he gave my sore pussy a hard slap with the palm of his hand. I screamed into my gag and the man smiled. He held up his hand. It was wet with my pussy juice.
As the man kept working, jabbing between my spread legs with the needle, the pain continued to grow. My pussy felt swollen from the constant pricking of the needle, and it grew more and more sore. But a strange tingling was growing, in my pussy, and also in my breasts. I felt so helpless, so open in front of this man and he was hurting my pussy. I strained against the cuffs on my wrists and ankles. There wasn’t anything I could do to stop him. He could do anything he wanted to me. I felt myself growing more and more aroused.
I lost track of the time. I felt lost in a haze of pain and lust. I wanted the man to stop and wanted him to keep hurting me forever, and to do it harder. But after a while he stood up and surveyed his work.
“Not bad…at least no one will ever wonder what to do with you…once they get into your pants…you’ll never be treated as anything…but a slut…and that’s what you wanted…isn’t it?” he said.
I shook my head, but the man just laughed. “Tell you what I’m going to do…you’re one hot bitch…so I’m going to throw in something extra for free…how would you like to have your nipples pierced?”
I shook my head frantically.
“Nonsense…it would complement your tattoo perfectly…your husband will love this…a sex toy has to have nipple rings for the guys…to pull on and twist…” " the man said.
He walked over to a table and picked up a piercing gun, then returned to stand between my legs and said “You’ve got a fine pair… I’m going to enjoy hurting them…” I began to thrash against my bonds, shaking my head furiously. The man ignored me and pressed the gun against my left nipple. Then he pulled the trigger.
Pain lanced through my breast. It felt as though he had twisted my nipple off. Yet at the same time I felt a bolt of intense pressure in my pussy. I was panting hard through my nose now, moaning softly but continuously. The man pressed the gun against my right nipple. Another bolt of pain and pleasure. My hips bucked involuntarily. I was covered with a sheen of sweat.
“Why I do think this little bitch almost came…my…my…she does like her pain…good little bitch…” said the man. As he spoke, he pressed a gold ring through each nipple and locked them in place with a pair of pliers. The rings felt incredibly heavy to my sore nipples.
“Let’s see if I can get you to cum…” The man picked up the tattoo needle again. I shook my head, my eyes wild. But without realizing it I began to lift my hips as if offering my pussy to the needle. The man took one of my new nipple rings in his fingers and began to pull on it, then twist it. I cried out into my panty gag, then moaned loudly. The man continued to work the nipple ring until I was mewling in pain and lust. Then suddenly, without warning, he pushed the tattoo needle into my clit. The pain tore through me, but so did a tremendous orgasm, washing over me, overwhelming the pain, and nearly causing me to pass out.
“Good…a very good sex toy indeed…” The man smiled down at me as I lay bound in the chair, still panting from my orgasm. “I think you have real potential…bitch…now let’s see what you can do for me…”
He took the panties out of my mouth. I felt too worn out from my orgasm to do more than protest weakly.
“Please let me go…please don’t do anything more to me…he can return anytime…” I pleaded.
“Yes…he can return anytime…” The man laughed as he untied my ankles and pulled me from the chair onto the floor. He stood towering over me as I knelt in front of him. I could see the bulge in his jeans, and I knew what he meant to do. I was scared and confused and excited. My pussy and my nipples throbbed, partly from the lingering pain of the needles and partly from desire, as the man unzipped his pants. I couldn’t take my eyes away from the man’s crotch as he reached into his pants and pulled out an enormous cock. My pussy throbbed harder.
“Open your mouth…sex toy…” the man said. I looked up at him fearfully and shook my head.
The man looked down at me and smiled, slowly he reached down and took my right nipple between his fingers. Slowly he began to squeeze. And then he began to twist it, harder and more roughly. Pain shot through my breast. I moaned, and opened my mouth. The man pushed his enormous cockhead between my parted lips. It filled my mouth completely. The salty, bitter taste excited me, I began to suck, almost instinctively, and swirl my tongue over the hard cock, worshipping it. The man moaned and smiled.
“Let’s see how much you can take…Sex Toy…” He grabbed my hair with both hands and began to push his cock deeper into my mouth. When it reached my throat, I gagged and tried to pull back, but he wouldn’t let me.
“Oh no…you don’t…you don’t pull away from this cock…” He pulled harder on my hair, forcing his cock hard against my throat. I choked and struggled, but he kept pushing, and slowly his cock pushed its way into my throat. My pussy was on fire. I longed to be able to touch it, to push my fingers into my wet hole, to pinch my clit, anything to give myself another orgasm. But my hands were cuffed behind my back and I was helpless on my knees in front of this man. He was using my mouth for his pleasure. My struggles and choking only seemed to turn him on more, to make him aware of his power as he dominated me.
“Oh yeah…sex toy…take it…take that cock down your throat…” He grunted with the effort of ramming his huge cock down my throat. He kept pushing until my face was pressed tight against his pubic hair, his cock buried all the way in my throat. Then he began to pull out, only to ram his cock hard back down my throat. He throat fucked me savagely, pulling on my hair, ramming his cock in and out of my mouth. I choked and gagged and drooled around his cock. My mind felt hazy, though I couldn’t tell whether it was from being choked or from the lust that was building in my guts from being used like this by a strong man. And then he began to cum down my throat. Ropes of salty sperm erupted from his cock. He pushed his cock all the way down my throat and came there, feeding me his cum. Then he pulled out and sprayed the rest of his cum over my face, coating my cheeks and lips.
I expected him to drop me then, but instead he dragged me over to his workbench. The man forced me to lean over his workbench. He then hooked the rings through my nipples to clips on the bench, effectively tying me bent over the bench. I could move around some, but every movement either made the rings tug at my nipples or pressed my soft breasts into the hard wood of the workbench. The man stood behind me, enjoying the sight of me bent over with my wrists bound behind me and my freshly tattooed pussy exposed. Cum dripped from my face.
“Reema…it’s time to have another tattoo…too bad Sajid is not here to enjoy my artwork…but I promise he’ll love my artwork…and so will you…” he said and smiled.
‘Wait a minute…he just mentioned me by my name…does he know me…how he gets my name…he also mentioned Sajid by his name…does he know Sajid…is he one of his friend’s…’ I thought. Seeing me lost in my thought he said “Don’t panic…I know Sajid since we were five…when you were busy with Ajeet…Sajid called me…we put a little set up…but I must say…he has a great taste…you’re real sex toy…” and with that he started working with needle on my back. Soon he finished the second tattoo just above my ass which was a mixture of mine and Sajid name: Sameera. ‘Sa’ was written in Hindi while the other letters were written in English.
He unclipped my nipples and dragged me over to a stool, he bent me over it on my back. My head hung back over the edge, a couple of feet off the ground. He pulled my bound wrists under the stool and tied them there. Then he tied my legs so they were spread wide open. He slid his belt free of the loops around his waist. I looked up at him fearfully.
“Now I’m going to teach you more about what a woman is made for…” he said. He grinned as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. He didn’t even bother taking his pants off, he simply walked over to me and straddled my face. His cock rubbed against my face and began to grow. I shook my head in disbelief, but the motion simply made the man’s cock grow even bigger and harder. It was enormous, and soon the entire hard length was rubbing back and forth over my face.
And I was moaning, moaning with desire. The feeling of his thick cock on my face was turning me on. I couldn’t believe it. Yet I couldn’t deny the feeling. It was overwhelming: I wanted the cock between my lips; I wanted to taste it, to feel it forcing its way down my throat. I wanted to choke on it and gag and lick it with my tongue and make it feel good. I wanted to be forced to admit that this is what my mouth was made for: to pleasure a cock. Any cock. I moaned again. The man began to press his crotch against my face, his cock rubbing over my cheeks and nose. Then he started entering his cock in my mouth, his cock surged down my throat in a single thrust. I gagged, and the man began to hump my face.
The man smiled as he watched me bound naked on my back over a stool, my legs were tied wide apart displaying my freshly tattooed pussy. The man rubbed his belt against my gash. It was soaking wet. He smacked my pussy sharply with the belt and I squealed around his cock in my mouth. He smacked my cunt again, and then again, each time harder than the last. I screamed and choked, my pussy burning under the leather belt. But I also felt myself getting wetter and wetter as the man whipped my pussy. I moaned and gagged, and the sensation seemed to drive him wild. He began thrusting harder and deeper into my open mouth. I felt myself going lightheaded. My groin was on fire, building toward another orgasm.
Then the man began to cum. I felt him pump his cum into my mouth and down my throat. I gagged and choked, and cum ran out of the corners of my mouth, but most of it forced its way down my throat and I swallowed it. He beat my cunt again, and I came: a blinding orgasm that left me panting as if I would never catch my breath again. His cock slid out of my mouth; my face was covered in cum.
Slowly the man untied me. I was sore and stiff all over, and I was so weak I could barely stand. But I’d never felt more alive. I knew I’d discovered something about myself. I knew I’d truly been made to be a sex toy, a plaything for mans, who could do anything he wanted to me, and had. I couldn’t find my panties, so I pulled on my shorts over my bare, tattooed crotch. The seam of the short rubbed against my sore, swollen pussy. My T-shirt rubbed against my freshly pierced nipples, the rings standing out prominently through the thin cotton.
He called Sajid and as I was waiting for Sajid arrival he took the memory card from his mobile and handing it to me he said “Sajid asked me to record everything…everything is in the memory card…if you want you can check my mobile…I can live with your memories…”
“I think…I can trust you…I don’t need to check your mobile…” I replied, and saw Sajid entering the shop. The man helped me to the car and soon we were heading towards Sajid house.
Reema narration ends:
“Yash let me cook something for lunch…then I’ll continue the remaining adventure…” Reema said and went to the kitchen to prepare lunch.
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