Susan's Story

This is a story about Susan, a teacher at Randall College who made a very big mistake one day. She had been fantasizing for months about one of her exchange students, who at 22 was experienced in the ways of women. He now had control over her and she didn't seem to be able to find a way to stop his humiliating demands.

I have re-written the story because I was not happy with the first version so I hope readers like this one better.

CHAPTER THREE - A TATTOO FOREVER

Susan sat at her desk in total confusion. For some unknown reason, her tummy felt like it was filled with butterflies every time Kaz, the foreign exchange student talked to her. Just a moment ago, he had stared into her dark, blue eyes and said in no uncertain terms, "I want you to wear the blouse and skirt... nothing else... is that clear? My slut is going to get a tattoo," he whispered.

Kaz's dark, mystery eyes controlled her compete focus. "We are going to visit my buddy Jim... he owns a tattoo parlor and he is going to give my slut a beautiful tattoo."

Defeated once again, Susan cast her eyes downward and nodded. Then she asked Kaz why he tormented her and humiliated her like he did? His answer was simple. "You have one of the sexiest and most attractive bodies on campus and it gives me a huge adrenaline rush to see it used and abused." His openness shocked her and filled her with total helplessness. "I could tell you were a slut the first time I saw you in class. Besides, I knew you would do anything to prevent my telling everyone about your having phone sex with a student."

It was true! She would do anything in the world to keep his incriminating evidence from the school trustees and Kaz took full advantage of her situation. But why did he think she was a slut? She dressed conservative; she acted conservative so how did this young student suspect her inner most secrets, she wondered? She was getting thoroughly confused by Kaz's constant barrage of demands?

Oh, how could she do this? Susan worried about what she would tell her husband when he saw the tattoo? The dilemma was overpowering and Susan fretted many hours, until the dreadful hour finally arrived. Kaz ordered her to drive to the parlor immediately after last class and she did so in a compete trance. She parked in front of a small building and her heart skipped a beat when she saw Kaz inside talking to the presumed owner. Surely he wasn't serious, she hoped? He would not make her get a tattoo?

Kaz had explained his plan very thoroughly in the classroom. Susan was to dress in the clothes he gave her at school because he loved seeing her dressed like a schoolgirl. The outfit consisted of a shear blouse, which was so see-through that Susan blushed just thinking about wearing it. This time the skirt was a Scottish plaid, which looked very similar in design to the black schoolgirl type she was forced to wear earlier.

Susan was utterly ashamed, as she knew the outfit exposed her breasts through the almost non-existent material. She prayed that only Kaz and the tattoo artist would see her in the revealing garment. The skirt should cover her nudity, as long as she was careful. Nobody would ever know she wasn't wearing panties, she hoped.

She would never succumb to her student's blackmail if it weren't for the mistaken phone conversation. Susan swore to be far more vigilant in the future. Reluctantly she went inside quietly shutting the door behind her. Suddenly Susan felt trapped without any possible escape and she had trouble breathing because of the closed-in feeling. She felt the sudden urge to cross her arms when she noticed both men feasting on her womanly endowments. They stared at her chest and it took every ounce of courage for Susan to step further into the room.

Standing motionless for a few seconds, Susan let the vultures devour her with their eyes. It was apparent to Jim, the tattoo artist, that Susan was truly a gorgeous woman. The young schoolgirl look made her appear extremely sexy and desirable. Her face indicated her fear of being trapped and Jim made a conscious decision to make her feel more at ease. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, which made her look even younger. He would never guess that she was 34, as Kaz had said.

Jim ogled her chest. He noticed that Susan didn't have the biggest breasts but they were definitely a good handful. His eyes focused on the big, prominent nipples showing through the transparent cloth. This was one job Jim relished and he was very thankful to his friend Kaz who had told him all about Susan.

Kaz had lied though. He told Jim that Susan was an exhibitionist who wanted to get a small tattoo on her left breast. He went on to say that she dreamed of having sex with a tall, dark stranger assuring Jim that she would not resist any attempt to fill her cup with steamy cum.

Jim took over immediately. He asked Susan into the back room where he would be performing the tattoo artistry. There was a big, padded table in the center of the room and Jim motioned her towards it. Reluctantly she moved to stand beside the table and Susan felt small and intimidated by Jim's confident manner.

The room was brightly lit and there were pictures of tattoos covering all the walls. Scanning the detailed art, Susan saw the beauty in some but some were definitely not for her.

Jim felt a sudden urge deep in his groin. He placed his hand on Susan's upper arm guiding her onto the foamy tabletop. Her skin was so warm and silky, which only seemed to inflame his mind even more than it already was. He helped her onto the pad, indicating he wanted her to lie down on her back. This was not the normal way he did business or the way he would give a woman a breast tattoo. But Kaz had insisted on it happening in this manner.

'What am I suppose to do,' Jim wondered with a chuckle, 'Surely not refuse when a friend offers me sex with a gorgeous woman.' At first Jim thought Kaz was full of shit but decided to go along with the young foreign boys perverted fantasy. Jim had been skeptical when Kaz presented his plan to him but suddenly the sight of Susan's sexy body made him truly glad he went along with the scheme. Kaz had assured Jim that he could do whatever he wanted with Susan and he would ensure she cooperated fully.

Jim couldn't take his eyes off Susan's desirable tits. He was going to enjoy them like no others, he thought. All of a sudden he marveled at the beauty of her slender, muscular legs, which looked much longer in the short shirt. Susan lay flat on the table doing her utmost to keep her legs tight together. She was positive the dire feeling of helplessness was making her sweat.

Suddenly Jim was envious of Kaz. His young friend had such a beautiful girlfriend and she did look very sexy dressed in the seductive attire. Jim's anticipation grew wild wondering if Kaz told the truth about Susan not wearing panties. Kaz boldly stated that his girlfriend never wore undergarments. When his young friend told Jim that Susan kept her pussy shaven and baby-smooth, he struggled to hide his immense desire.

Kaz didn't have too much trouble convincing Jim to go along with his scheme. Once he told Jim that Susan was a slut who wanted a tattoo so badly that she would fuck to pay for it, he willing agreed to do the tattoo. Kaz's only stipulation was that Jim had to tease Susan first. He could touch her or caress her wherever or however he desired, for as long as it took to engrave the tattoo on her boob. Kaz assured his artist friend that he could use Susan's body, as often as he liked, once the artwork was completed.

Jim pinched himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming. Who would believe that a guy would offer his gorgeous girlfriend to any man? He could not believe Kaz would permit him to fuck Susan once he saw how adorable she was in real life. To top it all off, Susan would not refuse to do anything to make him happy and Jim planned to take full advantage of the situation. If his young friend wanted to watch his girlfriend fucked by another man, he was only too happy to be that man. His mind worked overtime trying to come up with the proper plan to seduce Susan. 'Hell,' he thought, 'I'll even force myself on her if need be... what's Kaz going to do to protect her?'

Jim's arms were completely tattooed and he looked just like the stereotype biker dude. He wore blue jeans with a tight t-shirt that showed off his big, muscular arms. He began talking but Susan didn't really hear what he had to say, as she was fretting about being in the parlor.

"Please take off your blouse," Jim repeated. Susan heard him this time.

She glanced down to see her hardened nipples pressing outward putting two large bumps in the shear material. She shivered realizing they were so obvious to the gawking men. "Is that really necessary," she asked almost pleading with Jim to reconsider. Susan realized that she would have to expose herself for him to apply the tattoo but hoped that it meant merely opening the blouse enough to show part of her boob.

"I think if we are to give you a breast tattoo that you will have to bare it. There will be lots of ink flying around and we don't want to get it all over your pretty blouse," he explained.

A quick glance to Kaz was enough to coax her to carry out Jim's request. Slowly, her shaking fingers went to the buttons and one by one, undid them. Pausing for a brief minute before succumbing to the vile request, she then raised her shoulders and slipped off the blouse handing it to Kaz.

Kaz smiled at her deliberate movements knowing Susan was dreading the experience. Both men's hungry eyes grew wide in admiration, as the girly tits came into view. They could feel their cocks jerk in anticipation of touching her succulent boobs. Naked, Susan's breasts were even more desirable than before and Jim could hardly wait to get his hands on them.

Susan kept her eyes cast downward and she was afraid to look at the men for fear of crying. She had never felt so humiliated in her entire life by exposing herself like a common hussy. 'A professional teacher just didn't do that sort of thing,' she kept telling herself.

Jim took her completely by surprise when he suddenly pinched her erect nipple between his rough fingers. "Now I think we should put the tattoo as close as possible to the nipple so it doesn't show when you wear a bra," he said making her squirm.

Susan put her hand to his and attempted to push his hand off her hardened bud. Jim merely held steady and Kaz quickly let Susan know she was not to resist. His steely glare told her to do whatever Jim requested or he would surely tell about her past indiscretions with him.

Taking advantage of Susan's vulnerable situation, Jim squeezed and rolled the large knob, which caused her to give a moan of protest. Another quick look into Kaz's eyes, and Susan relaxed on the pad allowing Jim freedom to caress her tit. Soon he had the nipple throbbing and almost ready to burst. Susan's breathing became a little faster and quite ragged, as she struggled to control her emotions.

"What do you think if we put it about here?" he indicated. Susan looked to see where. Then he pinched the enlarged nipple even harder and pulled it off to one side so as to flatten the breast. Quickly she agreed with the location in an attempt to get him to start working. Jim could see the agony written on her gorgeous face, as he rolled the bud, so he decided to have some more fun. Without any hesitation, he pinched the neglected nipple with his other hand and Susan gasped with surprise from his sudden display of bravery.

He was talking and saying how it might be better to put one on the other breast, as well, but Susan was not listening. She was trying to ignore her throbbing nipples and pretend that what he was doing did not affect her. In her mind, Susan was acting nonchalant but Jim could tell from her rapid breathing that she was getting aroused.

Jim almost fainted when he glanced down seeing that Susan's skirt had ridden up her thigh. In reality, Kaz had slyly shifted it upward and the bottom hem was riding at crotch level. Jim visualized moving to the foot of the table, which would enable him to see under the skirt. Susan was so focused on fighting the building desire caused by her nipples being caressed that she didn't feel what Kaz had done. Also, laying flat on the table didn't allow her to see her lower extremities.

Kaz caught Jim's eyes looking at Susan's legs and he knew the tattoo artist would soon shift his attention. Smiling with satisfaction, Kaz knew his plan was working perfectly. The tattoo of a hammer and sickle on Susan's tit was truly an evil plan and one she would have to explain for the rest of her life. He wondered how she would do that and what she would say to her husband. The Russian symbol represented the communist movement years ago and he loved the sign's mystical appearance. The hammer stood for the working class back in his country and the sickle represented the agriculture workers, which was his family's background.

Kaz's cock ached. He noticed the distressed look on Susan's pretty face from what Jim was doing and her desperate plight made him horny as Hell. His stomach quivered in anticipation and he wished Jim would hurry up. But then he realized that it would only get better, as the time passed.

Suddenly much to Susan's relief, Jim released her nipples. Calmly her hands went to cover his titties trying to quell the fire building inside her heaving chest. She watched Jim move to his workstation appearing to get some tools to begin the task ahead. He picked up the instruments and turned, almost dropping the delicate items when he got his first glimpse of sweet heaven.

Susan was holding her legs together tightly but it still allowed him to see under her skirt. With the hem riding so high, the bright lights illuminated the bald, raised pelvis, which was obviously shaved like Kaz had promised. There was just a hint of Susan's puffy pussy showing at the top of her thighs and Jim swore he could see the very tip of her pinkish treasure. The hood of her labia appeared to glisten with wetness beckoning him forward.

Jim could not remember seeing anything so lovely and desirable in all his life. He was in the business where he got to see partially naked women but no customer had ever offered Jim his girlfriend. The promise of being able to suck Susan's clit and taste all her bountiful delights spurred his pecker into the hardest state. He dreamed of sticking his big, gorged cock in Susan and fucking her until she came on his stick.

Susan saw Jim's intense stare suddenly realizing her skirt was pulled up way too high. She quickly reached down and lowered the hem as best she could without being overly obvious. Noticing her futile attempts at decency, both men chuckled. They realized that soon Jim would be feasting on her luscious riches and there was nothing Susan could do to prevent it.

Jim began the preparation for the small tattoo. He proceeded to the side of the table shocking Susan when he brushed her trembling hands off the sides. Performing all the proper procedures, Jim cleaned and sterilized most of the left side of Susan's chest. The artwork was much smaller than the area he prepared but he loved watching her pretty face twist with agony, as he wiped his hand across her boobs.

Suddenly Jim decided to mix business with pleasure. He was ready to apply the artwork but he thought it would be intriguing to make Susan suffer a little while he performed his artistry. "I need you to pinch your nipple... hold it away from where I am working," he told her.

Susan didn't understand what he meant. She remained motionless, as Jim continued with a big, playful smile on his face.

"There will be ink sprayed around and I don't want any to spoil your beautiful nipple," he explained. "Just keep it pulled off to the side so I don't hurt it... or get any ink on it," he reasoned with her.

Susan looked at him with a bewildered look. She didn't think he was serious but she was too scared to disobey. Her small fingers did as he requested innocently pinching the delicate bud, which the cool air and his fondling had already made erect.

Then Jim went to work totally thrilled with Susan being so submissive and cooperative. When the first needle pierced Susan's tender flesh, she let out a small cry because of the pain. Quickly, the needled instrument drew the outline and after a few seconds, the pain subsided, as her skin became sort of numb. The gun vibrated and buzzed and Susan closed her eyes in an attempt to relax, as Jim worked.

Slyly, Jim reached across Susan's chest, as he worked, and purposely brushed her right nipple with his forearm every time he moved. Susan became very aware of his bold caresses but she was unable to prevent him from doing it. She desperately wanted to cover her nakedness with her free hand but she didn't want to alert the two men that her nipples were throbbing. After awhile, her fingers holding the left nipple seemed to pinch a little too hard and the caress was causing the bud to ache. Her mind was racing with one grim appeal, 'If only he would hurry so I can let go of my nipple.'

All of a sudden Jim paused in his work. "Now... lets have a look," he whispered. With that, he pushed Susan's hand from her throbbing nipple and instantly she gave a sign of relief. Not to give her time to recover, Jim wiped the complete area with an alcohol swab and innocently brushed the standing nip every time he wiped. The cool liquid inflamed her nipple even more and the air made it rock hard.

Suddenly, Jim pinched the free nipple with his left hand shocking Susan with the bold caress. She was about to protest when Kaz pinched her arm threateningly to remind her that she was to be obedient. With a shrug of her shoulders, Susan relaxed back on the mat letting her tormentor have free reign.

Jim became much bolder pinching both nipples at the same time when no more protests came from Susan. "I think another tattoo on this breast would look nice, don't you?" he suggested with a grin.

Susan wanted to yell at him, "Don't touch my nipples you bastard!" Instead she shuddered while uttering an almost silent request. "Not today... please, it hurts too much for me to get another one right now."

Jim continued talking about another drawing but Susan didn't hear. Her tummy was churning madly from what he was doing and she prayed he would finish the tattoo in a hurry. It was like her hands were bound and she was not able to resist his mortifying assault. Suddenly Jim pulled her enlarged nipples to the sides, which brought a moan of protest from deep, down in Susan's throat. Again she wanted to scream for him to stop. Not because it hurt so badly but because it made her nipples ache from being too erect.

Susan blushed with embarrassment hoping Kaz and Jim didn't notice her obvious hardened nipples. Suddenly Jim went back to work on the tattoo and it wasn't long before he applied the final touches. He was meticulous and probably the best artist in the city. Susan's left breast was red appearing quite tender but she wouldn't feel any real pain until much later. She looked at the hammer and sickle not sure how she was ever going to explain the drawing to her husband. The colorful design was certainly not something a woman would normally have tattooed on her body, especially on her boob.

Jim was speaking to her again and it took a second or two before Susan could concentrate on what he said. He had formed a devious plan feeling more and more aroused with Susan's nakedness staring him in the face. "I think a small tattoo near your pussy would look nice... and I'm sure your boyfriend would like that," he said with the biggest grin.

He glanced at Kaz to see his eager smile. "Heck, I'll even do it for free since I like you two."