Jessica's Epiphany

This story comprises of 16 short chapters (all written) that will be released in turn as I edit them.

Like many of the submissions on here this could have been placed in a variety of genre's; Loving Wives, Fetish, Novels & Novellas but I felt it was best suited to Exhibitionist & Voyeur.

As always constructive comments are welcome but please don't tell me where the story is going after reading one chapter... You might be wrong!

Please remember it is just a story and like with so many of them, there are always a few liberties taken with reality.

Enjoy

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Jessica's Epiphany

~~~ Chapter 14 ~~~

Taking a deep breath, I pushed the negative thoughts aside and, opening the door, went in.

"Jessica, welcome back." Carl, the tattooist, looked up from whatever he was doing at the counter and greeted me.

"Hi." I said back to him, a little apprehensively.

"You all ready?" Getting up off of his seat he came round and opened the door to his studio.

I could feel the heady mix of anxiety and anticipation inside me creating a dampness between my thighs. The knowledge that my pussy was moist sent another thrill through me making my panties even wetter.

"I... I guess so."

He chuckled, "Feeling a bit nervous are we?"

"Just worried that it's going to hurt." I answered honestly.

"Well, I'm not going to lie to you and tell you it won't but, what I can say is it's not that bad." Neither his words or his smile, as he went to lock the shop door, did little to reassure me.

Ushering me through to the back he pulled up the chair I had to sit in and I looked at it a little uneasily. The two arms with their stirrups, much like a gynaecologist's chair, immediately had me both worried and excited..

Carl looked at me and grinned, "Don't worry about those. They're just for doing clitoral piercings."

"That's a relief." I said breathing a sigh of relief and disappointment.

"Ok love, when you're ready, slip your jeans and knickers off and lay up on the couch." He instructed rather matter-of-factly as I stood there staring.

The little knot of excitement that had flared into life at the vision of me in the stirrups suddenly grew in size. Another gush of moisture soaking into my panties, as I was told to expose my private parts to his eyes.

'Would he be able to see how wet I was?'

'Would he smell my arousal?'

Kicking off my shoes I casually unzipped my jeans, peeling them off and draping them across a nearby chair. Standing in front of him in just the pale blue thong I had chosen to wear that morning I paused, making sure he was looking at me.

My heart was thudding hard against my ribs and, for a moment, I felt my legs tremble. Surely he must be able to see the damp patch at my crotch I thought to myself.

"And your panties please."

Staring straight back at him I hooked my fingers in the waistband of my thong and slid it down my legs before untangling it from around my feet.

"Great." He tried not to leer but didn't quite manage it, "Now if you could jump up on the couch for me. Just ignore the straps for your feet."

Laying back I deliberately let my thigh's part slightly, knowing he would be able to see my pink nether lips added another level of stimulation to what I was doing.

"I'm going to run a razor over the area again, just to make sure." He informed me and I shivered as I felt him run his fingers across my barely there stubble.

"Oh ok." I tried to keep my voice level even as the thrill of what I was doing threatened to engulf me.

Wiping me down with an antiseptic swab he gently shaved me again, removing any trace of hair, while I bit my lower lip, barely breathing and wondering if he could hear my heart thumping in my chest.

"Good girl. All done."

Drying the area, he outlined the butterfly on my skin and picked up the needle.

"Are you ready?" He grinned, his eyes flicking between the top of my legs and my eyes.

"Yes." I nodded and held my breath as I heard the needle begin to buzz.

"Ow... shit."

I couldn't help but cry out and wince when he started.

"You ok?" Pausing immediately, he looked up at me.

Yeah, it... it just took me by surprise."

"Don't worry the first bit is always the worst." He told me and went back to his work.

Attempting to focus on anything other than what he was doing I looked around the room, biting my lip as I tried to ignore the insistent buzz of the needle. He had been right about the pain. Gradually it became a little more bearable although if that was because I was becoming used to it or my attempts to distract myself, I wasn't sure.

"Have we met before? You look very familiar." Keeping his eyes on what he was doing he asked.

"No, I don't think so."

It had to have been online and I groaned inwardly, hoping he wouldn't realise where it was he had seen me.

"I'd swear I know you from somewhere?"

"I work in the coffee shop along the high street. Maybe it's from there." I suggested hopefully.

Carl shook his head, "No, I can't put my finger on it but it's not there."

"Then I don't know."

"It will come to me I'm sure." He frowned, "I'm usually pretty good with faces."

I closed my eyes for a second and prayed that it wouldn't.

"So, how long have you been in Sandiford?"

Much to my relief he changed the subject and continued to chat away amiably while he carried on working. Answering when I had to I took the opportunity to look around again and found myself studying the information on body piercing.

Like having the tattoo, it was something else I had always considered having done, something that would be hidden and sensual for just my husband and myself.

'My husband.

'

My stomach lurched as I thought of Tom and I forced it away. I had to accept it was just me now.

"How much would it cost to do a clit piercing?" I blurted out without thinking.

The needle stopped buzzing and Carl raised his eyes to look at me again.

"I would recommend you have the hood pierced and not your clitoris."

"Why?" I enquired, curious as to the reason.

"Mostly because it's a lot safer and less likely to cause problems in the future."

"Oh ok, how much for that?"

"Another £100...but I should really do a full consultation first to warn you about the things that can go wrong and stuff." He studied me as he spoke.

There was no way I could afford another hundred pounds on top of the seventy. There would already be a huge strain on my very limited budget from paying for the tattoo. Add to that the fact that I wasn't sure that I'd actually come back again and I knew it had to be now or never.

"That much?" I exclaimed in surprise, "Isn't there any way you could do it cheaper.

As I asked I opened my blue eyes wide and bit my bottom lip coyly, giving him the puppy dog look I had employed on my photoshoot with Richard.

"Shit, I've got it. I know where I've seen you." He almost shouted as it came to him, "You're the girl in last month's X-plicit, that online magazine; what was her name Samantha or Stephanie or whatever."

My whole body tensed as he said it, he had seen my pictures.

"Fuck me," Grinning inanely at me the tattoo artist continued without waiting for me to answer, "First time I've ever had a celebrity in here."

"Hardly." I blushed crimson, "But could we come to some arrangement to get it done?"

Realising what I had just said I felt my pulse rate jump, I had opened the door to him and wondered if he would step through it.

"I suppose as it's you I could make an exception." He ran his fingers through his mop of dark hair and looked at me hungrily, "Tell you what, I'll do it if you blow me."

"What... no, no way... I... I couldn't." Blustering I felt my arousal jump even as I rejected his suggestion.

"No problem darling. It's your choice."

Could I do it? I wanted the piercing now I had thought about it. Would giving him a blow job be any worse than any of the other things I had done?

"Nothing else..."

"Just a blow job." He smirked, agreeing.

"Ok do it after you've done the tattoo... for a blow job." I told him decisively, feeling sick as I said it.

His grin got even bigger, "It really is you isn't it? The girl in the magazine?"

"Yeah, it is and it was Stephanie not Samantha."

"Fucking hell." He said to no one in particular.

The needle started buzzing again and I tightened my lips, grimacing against the pain, as he went back to his work.

It was almost thirty minutes later that he sat back, "That's your tattoo done."

I pushed myself up and looked at the red and blue butterfly inked just a few inches above and slightly to the side of my vulva. It was a little red and inflamed but it was exactly what I had asked for.

"Oh wow, that looks great."

Covering it with a clear dressing he told me to keep it dry for a few days and then I should be ok to take the covering off.

For a moment there was a silence between us, both of us thinking about my second request.

"You still want the piercing?" Carl finally asked.

I nodded, more than a little nervous, "Yeah if you can do it."

"Ok, the best way to do this is for you to put your feet up in the stirrups to support them and then lay back, pressing your knees and thighs out wide."

Doing as he instructed I slipped my feet into the leather straps, pushing my knees out, revealing my moist pink slit to him giving him complete and totally unobstructed access to it.

Ignoring me for the moment he drew over a small table on castors that contained a tray with everything he needed; an alcohol bottle, cotton balls, sterilized needle packages, some other tools and a selection of studs and rings.

"You're sure about this?"

I bit my lip, asking myself if I was certain.

"Yeah." I managed to answer finally.

"Ok. Are you ready?" He asked me, taking a moment to stare at my pussy.

As soon as he said it I felt another wave of erotic warmth flood my loins knowing I was exposing my most intimate parts to him in a way that only my husband had seen me.

'Tom!'

He sprang into my head again and I wondered if I would ever forget him.

I was sure Carl had done this hundreds of times and seen many vaginas in his shop, but this was the first time he was seeing mine and, as exposed as it was, it was a huge turn on for me.

I was so wet now, I could feel the moisture on my inner thighs and shuddered when he wiped them with a paper towel, grinning at me. The fact he was aware of how aroused I was sent another shiver of excitement through me.

Where will you pierce it?" I asked, trying hard to keep the sensations bubbling up inside me under control.

Holding my breath, I sat unmoving as he used his thumb to lift my hood up and inspect it, only involuntarily jerking when a fingertip accidentally brushed my clit.

"Sorry." He snickered, convincing me he wasn't.

I finally let out a slow breath, my heart starting to race in my chest while he touched my most intimate area.

Picking up a couple of different sized rings from the tray he placed the medium one over my hood, showing me where the ring sat, with the small ball resting against my clitoris.

"I would suggest this one." He turned his eyes up towards mine and smirked, "The ball will rub your clit and... well, you know..."

"Keep me... aroused?"

He nodded, "What do you think?"

Swallowing nervously, I smiled my agreement, not trusting myself to speak.

Satisfied he picked up a cotton pad, soaking it with some alcohol, and started wiping down the area at the top of my slit before working his way down either side of my hood to my clit.

"Ah!" The touch sent a jolt through me again and I suppressed a groan.

With the area sterilised he pulled my outer labia apart and, using another pad, wiped down the inside of my nether lips.

Barely able to breathe I sat there watching him work, his fingers touching me intimately, sending wave after wave of delight surging out from my core.

"Ok so far?" Carl looked at me questioningly.

I swallowed hard and nodded, "Yes."

Selecting a small pair of forceps, with horseshoe shaped openings on the business end, from his instrument table he positioned my clitoral hood within them.

"This might pinch a little but I need them to hold the hood in place so I get the piercing in the right spot." He told me as he tightened them around my tender flesh.

I winced but otherwise I didn't make a sound or look away, watching as he carefully removed the sterilized needle from the package.

"Now lean right back and close your eyes. You need to remain very still for this bit, ok?"

"Ok." I replied nervously.

Carl smiled up at me, holding the forceps with his left hand and the needle with his right.

"Now take a deep breath and when I tell you, let it out slowly. As you let it out you are going to feel a pinch. It will be very quick. The clamp has been attached now for over a minute, so your hood is going to be a little numb and it won't hurt as much."

I nodded and went to breathe in.

That was when he put the needle through my fleshy hood.

"Fuck!" I screamed.

"You bastard." My eyes were open wide with shock and pain, "That really fucking hurt... fuck... it's bloody throbbing!"

I was so busy complaining that I didn't see him fit the hoop on the end of the needle before he backed it through the hole he had just made.

"There, take a look." He suggested to me.

"What... oh, you've already put the ring in." I exclaimed in surprise, "I didn't feel that at all."

"Now I just need to finish it."

Removing the forceps from me he picked up a pair of fine nosed pliers and opened the hoop so he could fit a small silver ball in the gap he created, before letting the ring close on it.

Now it was in place the silver sphere hung down at the bottom of the hoop, just about resting against my clitoris.

Using a fresh cotton pad to wipe off the little blood the piercing had created, he then gently wiped down my soaked slit.

"There, you're all done."

"How long will it take to heal properly?" I asked, carefully studying my new decoration.

He picked up a leaflet off the table, "It varies a lot. Could be a few days or a couple of weeks. Just bathe it twice a day using a sea salt solution and dry it with a clean paper towel. Don't use any anti-bacterial creams or ointments, no swimming and no sex until it's healed and any swelling goes down."

"Ok." Gingerly I got up off the chair and tentatively slipped my knickers back on.

Immediately I felt the ball press against my sensitive nub causing it to throb pleasurably.

"If you have any problems come straight back and see me."

"Oh, don't worry I will." I confirmed, wriggling slightly.

"So, about the payment..." Carl stood up as well.

I could feel my heart racing while my stomach churned making me think I was going to throw up, but despite that I knew I wanted to do it. It was all part of me trying to move on with my life.

"Err... you aren't expecting anyone are you?" I looked nervously back at the door, still putting off the moment.

"We're fine. The door's locked and you're my last client of the day."

"Oh right." I swallowed hard and with one last glance around me I dropped onto my knees and reached for his zipper.

'You can do this Jess.'

I told myself as I unfastened his jeans and dragged them, along with his boxers, part-way down his thighs.

"Fuck!" Above me I heard him gasp as I freed his semi-erect shaft into my hand.

Around six inches in length and circumcised it was fairly average in thickness.

Looking up my eyes focused on his while I started to gently caress my fingers along his manhood, a musky scent of sweat, piss and man assaulting my nostrils, as I felt his cock swell rapidly against my soft palm.

It felt like a brick had settled in my stomach as I, yet again, contemplated what I was about to do.

Was this any worse than when I had masturbated on the beach and let Greg and his two friends cum on my face and breasts? It certainly wasn't as bad as the time I had let Rob fuck me after the wet t-shirt contest.

Pumping and twisting my fist on his now solid rod I pushed the thoughts out of my mind and leant towards him, flicking my tongue out around his bell-shaped dome.

"Mmmmmmmm... mmmmmmmm."

I wrinkled my nose, finding his prick had a salty, slightly coppery taste that was neither pleasant nor unpleasant.

Keeping one hand wrapped around his shaft, stroking it lightly, while the other tugged his pants further down his thighs, I dribbled my spit over the tip of his dick, letting my it run down his length so I could massage it into his hard flesh.

Carl's hand came down onto my head, his fingers slipping in to my hair and pushing me down so my mouth pressed against his cockhead. For a moment I resisted, my uncertainty returning, but then my red lips parted, opening around his glans and sliding onto the first few inches of his hardness.

"Oh God... that feels fucking amazing."

His moan of pleasure removed any remaining shred of doubt and I started to suck, working my lips up and down on his length, gradually easing more of his erection into my mouth until the tip was probing my throat.

"Gurgggggggg... Gurggggggggggggg... Gurmmmmmmmm!"

Spluttering I tightened my lips around the base of his shaft and gazed up at him, my mouth stretched into an obscene red O around the thickness of his meat.

He was clearly enjoying my oral attention judging by the ecstatic expression on his face and the gasping encouragement he gave me.

"Fuck... don't stop... oh fuck..."

His fingers twisted tighter in my blonde hair and started to guide my movements, pulling and pushing, easing my mouth back and forth along his tumescent pole.

With my cheeks bulging I cupped his balls and began to gently roll them, weighing the delicate spheres in my palm, my head still bobbing steadily while my lips tightened and relaxed as I greedily swallowed his cock.

Any shred of regret I might have retained now disappeared completely as I felt my pussy flooding. My recently acquired clit ring rubbing gently against the aching swollen nub sent ripples of arousal radiating out from it as my juices soaked into the silky crotch of my panties.

"Gluckkkkkkk... Glurmmmmm... Gurgggggggggg."

I could feel his hardness pulsing against my tongue as it swelled even bigger, forcing my jaws further apart to accommodate his manhood between my red lips.

Sucking hungrily, drool ran down my chin while the throbbing vein in his erection pulsed against my tongue.

"Jesus Christ... Oh shit... I'm... I'm gonna..."

Without warning he groaned and pressed my mouth all the way onto his shaft until my nose pressed against his skin, my lips encircling the base of his erection.

Knowing he was about to cum I started to panic.

I didn't want to swallow his seed but I was meeting Cassie in the pub and I knew I couldn't pull off him and let him come over my clothes and face.

My eyes went wide as I felt his dick swelling, the pre-cum oozing from his slit onto my tongue.

"Uummmffffffffffff... Gurmmmmmmmmm!"

Struggling to breathe around the hard flesh in my mouth I did the only thing I could think of and gripped him firmly with my lips.

"Cummmmmmmmm!"

Carl groaned out loud, his fingers gripping my hair as his cock spasmed, spurting several times and painting my throat with a copious amount of his man cream.

"Gurggggggggggggggggggg... Gluuuucckkkkkkkkkkkkk!"

Choking I swallowed again and again, letting his semen slither into my belly, until he was finished. Then licking him clean I wiped my lips on the back of my hand and slowly stood up.

"How was that hon?" I managed to ask, coughing as I spoke.