"I can't wait! I'm so excited!" she exclaimed as he drove them down the highway. This was his first trip to the piercing parlor, and she'd decided she was going to make it extra special for him.
"Should I be excited or nervous?" he asked, raising one eyebrow.
"Don't worry, darlin', I told you... you're going to love it! I'll be surprised if you don't cum in your jeans."
"Well, it's not the pain I'm concerned with, you know that. What if he misses and cuts my tongue off?" he replied with a blank look on his face.
Laughing at how adorable he is when he's scared, she leaned over the console of the truck and kissed him softly on his smooth cheek. "What makes you think I've gotten you an appointment with a MAN, sweetheart?" she answered with an evil grin.
He said, "Oh...", then he though thought for a second and repeated more excitedly, "OH!"
She snickered in her wicked little way as she looked at his expression. "This has to be the absolute sexiest man I have ever met," she thought to herself. She let her gaze trail down his jaw line and neck to his shoulder, then down to his strong, well-defined bicep. Unable to help herself, she reached a long, slender, tanned arm out so she could caress his muscular arm with her fingertips.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw it. The look. A look of pure, unadulterated lust. A look he loved to see on her. That one, simple look nestled upon her smooth, beautiful Native American features was enough to induce a tightening in his jeans. He quickly looked down at his zipper being raised up by his rapidly stiffening cock before throwing her one of his "you know I can't get out of the truck like this" looks.
Her devious little grin turning sinister, she winked at him and blew him a kiss.
Taking a deep breath, he sighed and said "Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are, Angel?"
"Of course I do... YOU want me, don't you?" she answered with another wink.
A chuckle escaped him, drawing attention to his full lips. At that very moment, she could almost feel them pressed tightly around her clit. Goose bumps formed on her arms and the back of her neck as she whispered, "Mmm."
"What'd ya say, babygirl?" he asked.
"Oh, nothing. I... was... just... thinking how amazing this is going to be." she replied. It had taken her weeks and a small fortune to find a parlor that would bend the rules for her. Oh, but it was all going to be worth it. Her pussy had already begun to ache with the thought of what was to come.
"Turn right, that's the place right there," she said.
He turned the wheel and they pulled into the parking lot of Pins-N-Needles, a small piercing shop that you'd never find unless you were searching for it.
He took another deep breath and turned off the ignition. As the engine purred to an abrupt stop, she lifted her tight-fitting t-shirt, exposing her breasts, and pulled at her nipple rings. "This," she said, leaning down to stroke her long, pierced tongue across her ever-hardening nipple, "is what you get if you don't scream."
"Oh, my God," he breathed, watching her intensely.
"And this," she continued as she lowered her head and slid her hand inside the front of her loosely fitted cut-off jeans, "is what you get if you do." She licked her lips and looked up at him, her head still bowed.
"Ahh..." he breathed, reaching out to feel his future prize.
"Ah ah ah," she said as she pushed his hand back. "I said after, remember?"
"Well then let's get inside and get this done already," he replied impatiently, reaching for the door handle.
They stepped out of the truck and she walked around to meet him. He reached out to take hold of her hand as they walked toward the door of the shop. As they approached the glass door, they heard a deep male voice suddenly scream,"OH HOLY SHIT!"
He stopped dead in his tracks and looked at her as seriously as if he were about to announce a life altering secret. "That BETTER have been a cock piercing, Angel," he said.
She burst into laughter and shook her head, "Come on, you pussy."
He chuckled and opened the door for her to enter ahead of him.
"Hi, my name is Angel, we have an appointment with Toni," she told the large tattooed man behind the counter.
With a knowing smile, he looked from Angel to D.B. then back again. "Let me, umm, h-hang on for one second, I'll go get her," he replied.
D.B. looked down at her from his towering 6'4" frame. "Tony?" he asked. "I thought you said I was getting pierced by a chick."
"Toni with an 'I', babe," she answered, lifting herself up on her tiptoes and pressing her lips to his neck.
"Mmm, careful... you already gave me a semi," he smirked.