Author's Note:
This story contains sexual situations involving FF and FFFF play. I want to thank all the folks who are writing in this chain for allowing so many writers to "use" you in their stories. A special thank you goes out to: fallenfromgrace, Impressive, and inlovewithyourghost for granting me permission to bring another of naughty fantasy to life. Most of all thanks to CrimsonMaiden for her willingness to organize this chain and feminity for thinking it up. Enjoy the story and feel free to vote or comment if you like. ~ Red
Pushing Buttons
I saw her watching me. My lower lip was sore and red, probably bleeding if I sucked on it hard enough. I didn't want to cry out or beg the artist to stop, but I was close. Had she not been there, I probably would have bawled my eyes out. I am not good with pain. I am also not good with public displays of weakness, especially mine. So I put on a brave face and tried to look as if the tattoo I was getting wasn't as bad as child birth.
She stood up and walked over to me. Normally I wouldn't have wanted another woman staring at my exposed sex, but for some reason her big brown eyes seemed to have drawn me into their web. So I lay there, my belly shirt raised up, my skirt and panties pulled low and my pubic line openly available for her viewing pleasure.
"Looking good," she told me as she stared at the "Bands of Love" design I had chosen. I winced and mumbled a quiet "thanks" before closing my eyes and feeling more intense pain roll over my skin.
I heard her step around to take in another view of the Celtic symbol. My right eyelid opened up just a bit, so I could watch her. Her tongue darted out and she licked her lip. Did she just lick the shape with the tip of her tongue? I jumped up, the tattoo artist had left and in his place stood the woman. Her brown skin spoke of her asian heritage. I watched her pink tongue slide across the tip of the crown and then down to where the hearts interlaced with each other. "Oh my," I whispered as she looked up at me and winked.
Her tongue darted further along the intricate webbing of ink and flesh. I couldn't believe this woman was tracing every twist and turn and I was laying there letting her. I didn't even know her name! That I had to rectify. I mean, I couldn't let this go on any further without knowing whose name to call out. "Umm. . . excuse me," I whimpered as her fingers moved to run across where her mouth had been.
"Hmm?" she asked back, not once removing herself from the object of her affection. I groaned when her other hand moved to slide across my shaved pussy. "Need something?" she asked and slid one finger into my slick opening.
"Oh fuck," I hissed. My hips rose up and she chuckled. "Your . . . uh. . . mmm. . .name." I finally got the sentence out. Her finger however had no intention of finding another home. It and she seemed quite content where they were.
"Fallenfromgrace, but you can call me Grace," she answered back and pushed a second finger into my wet pussy.
"Nice. . .ohh yes, very nice to meet you." My voice seemed far away. I felt her lips move further down, abandoning the pointed end of tattoo.
"You too," she whispered. I felt her hands part my sex and my eyes fluttered shut as she twirled my clit with her tongue, then pulled at it with her teeth. My fingers gripped the vinyl table's edges and my hips ground against her delicate features.
"What are you doing?" I jerked around and stared in horror as a woman I didn't know walked up to me. I glanced back and Grace was gone. "Well?" the woman asked, and then took my hand. She squeezed it tight and led me over to a couch. The tattoo parlor was gone and in its place was a beautifully furnished living room.
"Sit down and rest. You and the baby need a break."
Baby? What the fuck was she. . .I felt it then; a swift kick to the ribs. I ran my palm across my swollen abdomen and blinked back my shock. "Umm. . .baby?" I whispered.
"Yes, lover?" the girl asked.
I looked up at her and smiled. "I'm thirsty," I told her. She smiled and left the room. I assumed to get me something to drink. There wasn't much time for me to piece things together. I knew she'd be back in a few minutes with something refreshing for my parched throat. I thought of Grace and wondered where that would have led and what inlovewithherghost would have thought.
The name came to me as if it had always been there. I shrugged my shoulders and rubbed my tummy. Another kick was my reward and I told the little mite in my womb to settle down. His mommies were going to get busy. Where'd that idea come from? I wondered, but didn't bother dismissing it. Instead I embraced it.
Ghost walked in and I was right. In her hand was a tinkling glass of ice water. I took it, drank deep and then placed it on the table next to the couch. "Come here lover," I whispered and she slid down beside me. I reached out and pulled at the scrunche that kept her long brown hair from my seeking caress. When her silky strands were free to me, I stretched my fingers out and combed what few tangles there were free.
Her body shivered at the caress and I leaned in to press my lips to hers. My tongue ran across first her upper lip, then her lower. Eventually we both wanted more and I kissed her deeply. Ghost answered back, pulling me into her as her fingers trailed under the shirt I wore. We parted and I watched her hand travel under the "Baby on Board" V-neck. It came to stop at the point of my engorged breasts. She tweaked first the right nipple, then the left. I whimpered and she smirked, then lifted my T-shirt and lowered her mouth to my tit.
She flicked the hard nub, traced its shape with her tongue and then lapped at the ridged edge. My hands moved to her hair and I petted the top of her head. She continued to feast from me and stroke the stretched skin, that jumped and leapt under her palm.
"There you are!" I lifted a brow and watched Impressive slide into the chair across from me. I looked down. My belly was flat, my breasts back to normal and a couple of rare, Porterhouse steaks sat in front of me.