The neighbor's dog started barking at 8 am waking me up. Yawning, I looked over at Mercedes lying peacefully on her side. With her cute round ass against me hugging a pillow, she looked sensually innocent asleep. A smile crossed my face while remembering how horny she was the night before. It was like a sex starved vixen just wanting me to ravish her booty all night long and I did.
Slowly I removed the covers and studied the beautiful curves of her nakedness. I gently turned her on her back and watched this lovely angel in serene slumber. With lustful eyes I slowly scanned up and down her body, stopping ever so often to gaze at her assets. Those nice D cup firm tits, flat stomach and newly shaved pink pussy had me again coveting her. I remembered how much fun I had pounding her wet wanting pussy. The new ink that I did saying "Horny Mercedes," looked great arched over her pussy mound. As she turned on her side, she bent those nice long legs inciting my need to fuck her again. But I decided to get up and make some coffee instead of satisfying my urges. I figured she would need a pick me up from all of the booze she consumed the night before and probably wouldn't want any sex.
As I went to make a pot of coffee, the annoyance of the dog continual howling was becoming unbearable. When I went outside to pick up the paper, I yelled out to shut that fucking mutt up. Finally my neighbor came out, gave me a dirty look and took the hound in. As I was closing the front door, I heard a shriek from Mercedes. Rushing back into the bedroom, she was sitting up looking down at her pussy.
She was sniffling with big tears in her eyes. "Oh my god Geno! How could you do this to me? What am I going to say to Tyler? What will he think of me?" The panic tone of her voice showed me how frightened she really was.
As tears ran down her lovely cheeks, I sat down next to her and tried to console her panic. Putting my arm around her shoulders and gently hugging her, I slowly replied, "But M, you said you wanted something to remind you of this weekend. So I suggested a tattoo and you agreed. This is what you wanted. I'm sorry if you don't like it now."
I know it was a big fib, but I wanted her to accept the tat as being her. The idea of always being horny would be seen be her daily. Every time she would pull down her panty it would be staring up at her. It would be like a never ending message for sex and that's exactly what I wanted her to constantly think about. The thoughts of sex being stuck in her brain would induce more cravings to be fucked. It would become an overpowering desire to act on those urges. At least that was my idea when I inked it on her.
Whimpering she asked, "So it was all my idea?"
"Oh yes it was M," I bellowed. "I thought it came out great. Too bad you passed out before I was done. You didn't get to see the finished product. Don't you remember last night at all?"
Remembering how gullible she used to be, I was hoping that she would believe me. She turned to me and smiled.
Her eyes were no longer tearing as she said, "I remember most of last night especially the loving you gave me. I really enjoyed feeling you in me again and giving me so many wonderful orgasms. But after the last time you came, I thought we just went to sleep."
Pausing to catch her breath, she hugged me. I hugged her back. When we broke and I was about to answer her, she grabbed my arm like her brain just awoke with some truth.
"Oh wait a minute," she exclaimed! "I do remember telling you to do something before I fell asleep. Oh my god! It was all my idea! I'm so sorry accusing you. Can you forgive me?"
Then she put her head on my shoulder and sighed. "But what will I tell Tyler and anyone else who sees it? I'll feel so ashamed if anyone sees it."
I tried to sound concerned but there was a slight chuckle in my voice when I answered. "Tell Tyler it's an old tattoo. He hasn't had sex with you yet or even seen you naked. He won't know the difference. As for the other guys you may be fucking later, they'll love seeing it. You won't have to tell them anything. Once they get a glimpse of it on your wet pussy, they'll know you're going to be a great fuck. And Mercedes that will be exactly what you want them to think, you being a great fuck!"
Although she gave me a sarcastic sneer, it seemed to calm her. Afterwards I asked if she wanted a cup of coffee. She smiled, nodded yes and told me she had to go pee. So I moved to the side as she attempted to get up. Sitting at the edge of the bed, she moaned in agony, "Geno, I don't feel too good."
Moving next to her I asked what was wrong. She told me her head was hurting and she felt sick. Helping her up, I slowly walked her over to the bathroom. Closing the door behind her, she went in alone. I could hear her moaning in agony as I rushed to the kitchen.
I took a glass and poured some tomato juice in it. Then I open a cabinet took a jar of this brown powder. A chemist friend gave me it as a hangover remedy. Taking a scoop, I quickly mixed it in the juice and ran back to the bathroom. I asked if she was all right as I opened the door. Mercedes was sitting on the toilet, hands over her head, and groaning in anguish. When I handed her the remedy, I told her to drink it all up. Looking up at me with sad eyes, she took the mixture.
As she started to sip it, I said, "No M, just guzzle it to get it all down."
It was about fifteen minutes later, when she finally emerged from the lavatory. She looked better and gingerly walked back to the bedroom. Laying down she asked, "What was in that drink Geno? I feel so much better, but maybe I should rest a few minutes."
She lay on her stomach as I began to gently massage her naked body. Shoulders first and slowly down her back to her ass, then finishing at her feet. As I started back up her gorgeous smooth legs, I could feel myself becoming horny. Gently I spread her legs apart and massaged her inner thighs working up to her vulva. I gently brushed up against it. When she sighed in pleasure, I knew she was feeling better for a fuck. She kept softly moaning as I spread her pussy lips apart, but then I suddenly stopped.
She turned back and asked why I quit and I said, "M, I didn't want to keep going if you are still not feeling good. Maybe a nice shower will make you feel better?"