Unknown - Tattoo dreams

The slurping sounds of Barbara's mouth mingled with the young boys groans of pleasure and she could feel his cock begin to tremble getting ready to shoot into her mouth. As she licked the meat furiously now, the lifeguard held her head tightly and pushed his thick cock deep into her mouth, spurting stream after stream of his thick white cream into Barbara's mouth, spraying some on her face as she moved to lap up every drop.

"Oh God, I need to be fucked!" she moaned, as the lifeguard pulled his cock out of her mouth. It was still semi hard, and she couldn't believe how big he was.

"Give it to me, please give it to me. I need it so bad. Please, fuck me," Barbara practically begged, holding onto the shaft with one hand, as her mouth kissed the muscular sweaty thighs in front of her face.

"Please fuck me?" she pleaded.

The lifeguard was spent, and knew he couldn't get it up again right away.

"Later," he said, as he pulled up his trunks and as quickly as he entered the shack, he was gone.

Barbara was left panting on her knees, her pussy on fire with the need to be fucked. Her face dotted with splotches of the young man's cum. She licked every trace of it off of her lips as she collapsed in the sand, her hands between her thighs, grasping her pussy tightly. She was so frustrated.

As she left the lifeguard tower she looked up to see him one more time, but he seemed to not even notice she was there. He had had his fill and now was searching the sand for another. No, he wasn't going to fuck her, Barbara realized as she picked up her things to move further on down the beach.

Still frustrated, Barbara found a quiet little alcove where the surf played against the rocks. The sand was warm, and the wind was cut off by the outcropping. She laid back down again, and thought of her situation up to this point.

No good husband. A woman teaching her a very exciting way to make love. A house that had to be sold. Christ, she couldn't even be in her own house right now as strangers were coming to look it over like vultures, she thought.

She stayed on the beach for a couple of hours, and hoped for a second go around with the lifeguard.

He had more than one girl to check out it seemed as every so often the door under his stand would open and a disheveled woman would step out.

What a stud. He must have fucked half the beach today, Barbara thought as she packed her things and walked to the car.

She stopped at the old Del Mar Fairgrounds and walked around the empty stands.

She and Craig had spent many a happy hour here and waves of longing, confusion and nostalgia crept into her again.

She quickly returned to her car and started back over the highway.

The good and the bad side of her situation turned over and over in her head as she drove the two lane road back to Rancho Cordova.

As she turned into her driveway, another wave of sadness fell over Barbara Rush, seeing the For Sale sign swinging in the evening breeze.

Entering the front door, she spied a pile of realtors business cards, left by all the agents who had shown her house today.

Taped to her refrigerator was a note.

Call me when you get home, love – Kelli.

Picking up the telephone, Barbara's heart skipped a beat. Did the house have an offer already?

The way this market was going, homes were selling in two to three days after they were listed, and she just was not mentally prepared to have to move right away.

She forgot that even if an offer came in, it would have to meet her and Craig's asking price, and that if that worked, then an escrow period would take another sixty or so days.

She really had lots of time to adjust to her situation, but all thoughts were concentrated on the neat script as Kelli picked up the phone.

"The Henry Company," came the light voice.

"Kelli. Kelli Stroud, please," Barbara asked.

"One moment."

"This is Kelli, may I help you?"

"Hi lover, got your note," Barbara said.

Kelli's tone took on a sterner demeanor as she replied. "Why hello Mrs. Rush, thanks for calling me back."

"Wha… what's the matter Kelli?" Barbara asked, not sure of what she said. She had expected Kelli to greet her with enthusiasm, but she acted like they were almost strangers.

"I have some important details of your listing to discuss with you Mrs. Rush. Will you be home this evening?" Kelli continued.

"Yes."

"Good. Would early evening or late evening be better for you?"

"Early."

"Six o'clock or seven o'clock?"

"Why six, Kelli. Wh…"

Kelli cut her off.

"Thank you, Mrs. Rush, I'll see you at six o'clock then," Kelli said as she hung up the telephone.

Across the office, Laura's finger silently pressed down on the plastic receiver knob, as she also hung up.

The greeting she heard Mrs. Rush give Kelli, was more than just a client to customer greeting.

She wondered if Kelli was involved with Mrs. Rush, the way she was involved with her. If she could find out, and get something on her boss, she would ensure not only her job stability, but perhaps her love life as well.

There was again, no mistaking how much she had enjoyed the sexual experience with Kelli Stroud, and how much she wanted more of it. Laura didn't want anyone else coming between them.

"Now Kelli, I am going to tattoo your soft breasts," the voice intoned as a rattle of instruments banged somewhere in the room…

"As I tattoo each breast I am going to pay particular attention at trying to draw a large rose petal on your nipples."

"If my hand stays steady, you will have a most beautiful tattoo. If you move or react in any way to my needle, your nipples might be disfigured, do you understand me?" the voice continued.

"Are you ready to receive your breast tattoos?"

Submissively Kelli nodded her head 'yes'.

A sweat broke out on her upper lip, and her body tensed at the pain she knew the needle would make in her soft, sensitive breast flesh.

Ssssssss…

"Aaaaagghhhhh!!!!!"

The young girls body jerked against her bonds in agony as the needle pierced her flesh. Only it felt larger than a needle. It felt like the end of a white hot poker.

Sssssssssssss… Sssssssssssss…

"Oooooh God! I can't stand it!!!!!"

"Please, have mercy. No more!!!!"

Two searing touches seared her nipples.

Kelli's agony continued as her breasts felt as though they would be mutilated beyond all healing.

Hot fire raced through her convulsing body as the pain started to take over and her pussy started flowing, the pain becoming arousal of need, as the punishing instrument did its work in marking her tender breasts.

Ssssssssss… Sssssssss…

"Ooooohhhhh aaaa aggghhhh!!!!!!" Her terrified scream tore out of her throat.

A thin line of searing flame crossed her breasts as the branding iron again tattooed her naked flesh.

Kelli's body convulsed again, this time in orgasm at the sweetest pain she could ever have imagined from her painful branding consumed her lithe punished body.

The branding continued for another half hour as her tormentor took her sweet time in laying the red hot, then white hot metal in exactly the places that would make her pretty captive experience the most pain.

And the most pleasure.

Kelli passed out as her breasts were seared time after time until she could stand no more.

"I wonder why she seemed so stand-offish?" Barbara thought as she replaced the receiver.

Right before she hung up she thought she had heard another click on the line, but wasn't sure. Her imagination had been working overtime after Craig's last accusations about her cheating on him.

She couldn't get the goods on him, and she was paranoid that he might find out about her liaisons with the two women that had just come into her life.