This something I just wrote for a contest from another site. But, like on here, nothing! But, I'll keep on trying.
Her entire body was trembling as she drove up to the small, yellow building and parked. Oh God, what am I doing here? Rachael thought as she reached into her small purse for one, last cigarette before going in. She carefully lit it and took a long and very deep puff as her pretty hazel eyes read the sigh in the window. Piercing! She said to herself as a hot rush covered her entire, forty-five-year-old body and she couldn't wait.
She sat holding the smoke with her delicate right hand, hoping that she could go through with this. Rachael had seen so many women on TV with them and she'd even heard that a few girls' that had them too. The thought of a strange person ramming a long, sharp needle through her tender nipples was both scary and so exciting. I hope they have that woman working today. She thought, remembering that the girl only worked a few days a week and if she wasn't there, a man would be fondling her large C cup breasts.
She sat watching the many cars going by, thinking of how badly it was going to hurt, but in the end, she knew it was going to be so wonderful. She always enjoyed a good spanking, to be completely tied up and anything else a good submissive loved.
Her tiny pussy began to tingle and Rachael could feel it starting to drip with excitement. It would be nice if the girl isn't there! She thought as visions of the very rough looking owner of the shop, filled her mind.
He looked like one of those guys you'd see riding around on a motorcycle and you were afraid to look at him, thinking that he may kill you. He was tall, with long, graying hair to the middle of his back and a long beard covered his masculine face. I bet he's crazy in bed! She thought as her tiny and very lonely pussy dripped more. I hope he's the one that does it. Rachael moaned to herself, wondering what it was going to feel like having him or some other strange person touching her breasts.
She puffed on the cigarette as her excitement continued to build and her pussy burned with need. Rachael hadn't had a man in her body in three very long and lonely years. Her husband left three years ago for a slut at work. He was fifty-five and the girl just turned twenty. It broke Rachael's heart and left her in a state of depression.
Rachael did any and everything he ever asked of her and she never understood why he left. She was his to do anything with. He'd tie her up, spank her and fuck her for hours. She was his slave, his bitch, his whore and his total submissive, but he wanted something more, a girl more than half her age.
She looked back to the shop and something caught her eye. It was the owner, Gary Hart and he was looking at her with his cold and scary eyes. Oh God, help me. Rachael moaned, wishing she could reach between her legs and rub her burning pussy, but he would surely see her. I hope he does it! She thought, wondering how he would fuck a woman. I bet he'd kill me! She laughed to herself and thought of being in a pair of handcuffs and at his mercy. It's been way too long. I need my brains fucked out! She thought again and slowly reached to caress her left nipple.
Rachael took her last drag from the cigarette, rammed it into to ashtray and she was ready to go in. Here goes nothing! She laughed to herself, got out of her car and walked to the door. Rachael pulled the door and stepped inside.
"Hello there," he smiled at her and liked what he saw. She was around five foot seven inches tall; with shot brown hair and the best looking tits he'd seen in months. "What can I do for you?" he asked, seeing that she looked scared to death. This could turn out to be a good day, after all. He smiled to himself and hoped this fine looking woman wanted something nasty done to great body.
She stood trembling with more fear and excitement running through her body, than she'd ever known in her life. "I...um...I want to get...um...a...um...piercing," she said it, but now Rachael just hoped she could go through with it.
"Very nice!" Gary replied showing a few teeth, wondering what this hot looking and mature woman wanted pierced. "It's sixty five dollars, but for you, I'll make it fifty," he added and hoped she would be game for some bargaining.
She gave him a weak smile as her eyes wondered over his rough face and she could see him staring at her excited nipples. "Thank you," she all but whispered as her eyes quickly looked to the floor.
"What does a fine looking lady like you want pierced?" he asked pulling his dark eyes from her great looking boobs, up to her pretty eyes and her dark-blue eye shadow. "My girl is gone for the day. Will it be ok if I do it?" Gary asked and hoped like hell she said yes. He loved it when a woman like this came in the shop.
She thought, but the answer was already in her frightened mind. "Yes." Rachael whispered as the fire between her long legs grew and grew. "He's going to see me half naked and holding my tits. She moaned to herself as her entire body felt as if it was just seconds away from exploding.
"Let me lock up and we'll get started," he said walking from behind the counted and to the door. "Piercing is a very delicate thing and I hate to be interrupted. So, I always lockup and put the closed sigh out." Gary lied, giving her shapely ass and tight jeans a quick look. He wanted this very sexy lady all to himself and with no intrusions. "What will we be piercing today?" he asked giving her a small wink and watched her pretty face turning nice and red.
Rachael bit her lower lip and she knew this was it. No backing out now. She kept her eyes on the floor, but her fingers pointed to her boobs.
"Very nice! I love seeing a woman your size getting pierced. It makes your breasts stand out and they always look so good." Gary said and he couldn't wait to get her naked. "What's your name, sweetie?" he asked as he motioned for her to follow him. "I'm Gary," he added, leading the way down a small and very dimly lit hall.
She followed him, but her brain told her to run away. Rachael's body trembled like never before, but she wasn't backing out. "Rachael," she whispered again as her eyes remained on the floor.
