Ebony looked in the mirror that morning admiring her choclet skin trying to find the perfect spot for her Daddy's mark. Of course it was his decision where it went. But she enjoyed wondering where it would go. She admired the symbol and name she already wore that bore the name he gave her. His voice quickly brought her back to reality and into the tattoo parlor where they now sat. Ebony stood and walked behind her Daddy and into the backroom. She nervously looked around as her Daddy explained to the tattoo artist what his baby would be getting and where.
Her Daddy told the man he wanted two tattoos so they would need a second artist. He said they could both be done at the same time. Her Daddy gave the man a paper that spelled out specifically want he wanted both tattoos to say and where he wanted each placed. The man couldn't help but think this must be some kind of joke. Surely this tall dark man did not want these words tattooed where he said he did. Ebony couldn't help but notice the look on the man's face. It dawned on her at that moment that her Daddy didn't go into specifics when he told her she'd be getting another tattoo. He didn't need to it was enough that he said she would be getting one. The man left the room and returned with a second tattoo artist.
After the two men entered the room Ebony couldn't help but see the looks on their faces. Ebony listened as her Daddy told the man he could show her the paper. The man let out a small sigh of relief as he saw the look on Ebony's face. By the look on her face the man knew this must be a joke on him and her she appeared to have no idea what the paper said. That relief quickly faded as Ebony began to make her way to the table. She first removed her shirt and bra for the placement of the first tattoo and then pulled off her skirt. She revealed the tattoo artist's clean shaven canvas, the spot for the second tattoo. She made her way to the table where she laid on her back to spread her legs to reveal his entire canvas.
The second tattoo artist made his way to the top of the table to start the second tattoo around Ebony's right nipple. He couldn't help but think the other guy had the better job today. The first artist at the end of the table looked over to Ebony's Daddy and asked if he could start the tattoo. With a nod from her Daddy the man looked up from between Ebony's legs to tell her what to expect. There would be stinging like needles or tiny bee stings but he she had to lay completely still. She couldn't help but think that because of the location of the tattoo this man's hands were going to be on and all over her pussy.
With the first lingering stinging sensation she felt her pussy jump. She had to handle that and the sensation around her nipple. She wasn't sure if she could sit there for the entire phrase to be tattooed on the hood of her pussy or not. But her Daddy was looking on and she knew she had better not move one muscle. Ebony hoped the tattoo artist didn't notice how wet she was getting, or that the towel beneath her ass was also getting wet. Ebony tried as hard as she could to sit still through the tingling and pressure. His hand at times rested squarely on her clit to steady his tattooing. The motor from his instrument caused his hand to silently vibrate as it rested on her clit. She hoped no one heard the small moans that escaped her.
Her Daddy sat in the corner quietly watching his little choclet toy try not to squirm. She looked over and saw her Daddy's sadistic grin as he took delight in knowing that every motion brought her closer to the edge. Out of the corner of her eye Ebony could see the man at the top of the table periodically peer between her legs. Looking more at that canvas then the one he was working on. The man at the top of the table was finished but couldn't tear himself away from the table. Her Daddy instructed Ebony to tell the nice gentlemen what the other phrase was he toyed with having tattooed on her pussy.