Brenda Gets her first cock (4)
Dan was surprised. He didn’t know what to say.
Dan began to stroke his cock, still inside his shorts. He moaned as the two men in front of the shop had now relocated, standing next to each other just inside the doorway, staring incredulously at the naked, masturbating woman on the table.
One of them, the older man, rubbed the front of his jeans.
Brenda’s eyes moved quickly over everyone in the room, darting back and forth between them as her fingers pulled and pinched at her clitoris. Releasing her breast, she hefted the other one to her mouth.
As the needle bit into her naked flesh, her hips moved slightly, unconsciously, as she ground her sopping cunt into the palm of her hand.
The guy struggled a bit to keep the needle steady but worked on nevertheless.
“Oh God… yeah… fuck…” she moaned loudly, tossing her head back onto her shoulders again, jamming at herself between her slick thighs.
“Do me,” she breathed, “do me… do me right here…”
At that, the tattoo artist stopped and looked up at her.
“Make me cum,” she said again, barely able to breathe. “Oh God, make me cum…”
The tattoo was finished. Turning the needle around in his palm, the young man pressed the vibrating gun into her clitoris and held it there.
“OH JEEZUS… FUCK…” Brenda moaned, thrusting her hips forward to meet the vibrations, grinding herself against the tattoo gun.
Grabbing the guy’s arm, Brenda gently moved the gun around her clitoris as she worked it against herself… moaning and whimpering, slipping just the end of it into her throbbing, needy cunt.
With his free hand, the young man freed his cock from his pants. Long and hard, it sprung up, slapping against his t-shirt around his belly, bouncing slightly before settling against the bare flesh of her thigh.
Dan almost came at that and had to slow his stroking inside his shorts.
“Oh yeah,” Brenda said, her voice raw with lust. “Stroke it. Stroke that big cock for me.”
Releasing his hold on the gun, he allowed Brenda to use it, jamming it in and out of herself as the guy stepped back and grasped his erection. Pointing it at her, he stroked himself from base to head… masturbating for her.
Brenda rubbed the vibrating gun all over, in and around her steaming, hungry box, working it in and out of herself hard and fast.
Her entire upper body flushed with excitement as she pleasured herself for the men.
Dan saw that the other guys now had their cocks in hand, stroking themselves as they watched her.
He pushed his shorts down over his own erection, freeing it to the room. Brenda stared at him as she moved the handle of the gun upward, pushing it hard in quick little strokes against the underside of her clitoris.
Each time the gun made contact, she moaned, tugging hard at her nipple, twisting and pulling it between her fingers.
“Dan… oh God, Dan…” she breathed hard, her eyes devouring the sight of his hand working over his cock before shifting to the other men stroking themselves, then returning to him again, repeating the pattern.
Before she could react, the tattoo artist grabbed the gun, took it from her, and jammed his head between her legs in a single motion.
Placing the tip of his tongue on her swollen clitoris, he flicked it lightly over and across it, circling it.
Brenda grabbed at his hair, pulling his head hard between her fleshly, dark thighs, grinding herself against his face. Bucking wildly, she moaned, her body shuddering with each stroke of his tongue. Her huge tits bounced and jiggled in front of her, teasing the other men in the room nearly to orgasm.
“Oh Damn Fuck, Make Me Cum!” she yelled in a single breath, grinding herself against the guy’s face between her legs.
Suddenly, the other young man stepped toward where her sandals and swimsuit lay on the floor. Bending while stroking his cock, he retrieved her suit, wrapping it around his shaft as he stroked himself with it, reveling in the soft, silky feel of it as his pants fell to his ankles. Thrusting his hips, he fucked his cock into her swimsuit, moaning loudly.
Brenda was on the edge of orgasm.
Stifling a scream, she bit down hard into her thick, pouty bottom lip. Grabbing the guy’s head again with both hands, she pulled him hard into her and thrust her hips, using his entire head to pleasure herself.
Just as she reached the brink, the guy stopped and pulled away.
“No… no… God, no… please…” she begged, her voice raw with desperation. Left unsatisfied, she thrust her pussy at the now-empty space between her soaked thighs, involuntarily grinding at the air… needing to cum.
Pulling her off the table to her feet, the young man spun her around and pushed, forcing her forward until she bent over the table. Bracing herself with her hands, she thrust her naked ass upwards into the air.
Stroking his cock, he slapped it against her ass, cracking across the fleshy globes, making them jiggle. Brenda jumped and moaned. Spreading her feet apart, she reached between her legs and played with her clit as he spanked her, stroking himself merely inches away.
The young man fucking himself into her swimsuit stroked harder. With his free hand, he grasped one edge of it. Now using both hands, he stretched it hard in front of him, rubbing his cock into it and all over it, pulling until the seams gave way with a tearing sound.
Dan pushed his shorts to his ankles and sat back in the chair. Spreading his legs, he spit into his palm and jerked his cock hard and fast at the scene in front of him.
The older man stepped further into the room, his pants riding to his knees as he pulled on himself quickly, moaning. The air thickened, the sexual tension palpable-Dan could almost taste it.
With a final ripping noise, Brenda’s swimsuit came completely apart in the young man’s hands, half of it falling to the floor at his feet. With the other half, he continued stroking himself, stepping closer until he was merely a foot away.
By now, her ass cheeks were swollen and red from the spanks. Brenda’s fingers flew between her thighs as she bent over the table, rubbing herself desperately.
Bending down, the tattoo artist bit into the flesh of her burning ass cheeks, clamping down hard, alternating between them as he jacked himself furiously. Then, grabbing at her shoulders, he lifted her to a standing position and spun her, forcing her to her knees in front of him.
Pushing his cock against her lips, he thrust forward until she parted them, taking him in.
Brenda reached forward, gripping his hips, and pulled him to her, working her mouth over him. The wet sounds of her lips on him filled the room, blending with the groans of the men stroking themselves.
Squatting before him, she spread her knees wide, touching herself as she took him deeper, swirling her tongue around his shaft.
The tattoo artist groaned, dropping his head back. “Suck it… suck my cock,” he growled, thrusting to meet her mouth.
Grabbing at her hair, he balled her soft curls in his fist, guiding her head over him.
Brenda moaned against his cock, her body shuddering with pleasure as she surrendered to the moment.