Thread: His Personal Whore II (doom29169&Midori)

When she kissed him at her car, he had been a little stunned, not expecting it. It was intense and full of passion, an her retunred it likewise. No one would have suspected they were anything but lovers. Indeed no one would have any idea that he had just fulfilled a long standing fantasy of having sex in that very elevator. He had taken it hundreds of times since he took over the top floor for his holding company. He watched her drive off and the memories ran though his mind her smooth skin, her sharp intake of breath, her responsiveness to his commands. He had sensed her hesitancy, even at the begining, and it thrilled him. His biggest thrill, though, was the fact that she was married. Yes that truely turned him on. His question about her husband had been well placed and now he knew she wasn't having sex with him, probably had not been for some time. He speant his afternoon with the DVD made from the security footage. He had it destroyed after his one copy was made. His cameras were the best money could buy, and he was able to zoom in on her face as she had her orgasm, and was treated to the delight he had missed earlier. At nearly five he had called around to some old friends and found a suitable piercingtattoo parlor. He had made arrangements with the owner so that no one else would be in the building, only the three of them. He hoped this would meet her approval, especially since he had seen that she did not really want the piercings. That was too damned bad because he did want them and would get them! He was standing in the lobby waiting for her when she arrived, and boy did she ever make an entrance. Gone was the austere clothing from earlier, now she wore something much more to his taste. Starting with her fuck me hooker boots and going up to a miniskirt that barely hid anything. Next came a sheer red blouse which gave away the outline of her bra, and finally her hair and make-up. He was floored and he couldn't take his eyes off of her. When she reached him she tiptoed up and kissed him again. He kissed her back. He answered her with, Hello to you Charolette. I like this outfit much better than the last. Thank you for taking the time to please me. He was polite and his voice had that same syrupy sweetness, coupled with his rich baratone that made women weak at the knees. His blue eyes captured her green and refused to let them run free. He offered his arm and away they went. Paul's driver was also his personal body guard. He knew this man well and trusted him with his life. He burley man gave a whistle of approval when he saw Charolette and Paul walking toward him. Charolette this is Andy, my river and body guard. He is armed at all times, so if you ever have any trouble he can handle it. The man stood a little straighter at his praise. They climbed into the back of the limo and it speed off. He offered her champaigne and strawberries again, and he had a glass himself as the followed streets to a less savory part of town. They arrived at a tattoo parlor, called Big Ed's and Big Ed himself met them at the door. Big Ed said that they were alone as he had been told to make sure of. Andy stayed in the waiting area, watching the car and staying close to his boss. Big Ed motioned for her to take the large comfortable leather chair. What are we doing today? Paul reached into his breast pocket and pulled out some things. Her tits, her naval, and her clit hood. I want them done with these. He unwrapped pure gold hoops and handed them over from the stack he had in his pocket. I also want this tattooed above her left tit and this on the side of lovely right ass cheek. The picture on her chest was to be a rose, intricate and the thorns drip a little blood. On her ass he had a stylized caligraphic P. Of course anyting she would like as well. He knew he was springing the tattoos on her, and his eyes dared her to defy him. She had the right to say no, and he seemed to challenge her with it. Big Ed nodded and said Strip, I wanna see my canvas. Paul echoed the man's order, making it clear she was to do as he said from then on. Two pairs of greedy eyes watched as she removed her clothing. Ed whistled and noded approvingly. I see why you want 'em done, nothing makes big tits look better than gold piercings. Lets get to work then, huh? Big Ed gave each of her nipples a gold hoop, then her naval, and finally when he reached her pussy he broke his silence with Damn, she is wet! She has nearly saoked my chair. Grinning at her he said, I'll name it for you, hunney. He went to work on her final piercing and took far longer with it than was necessary. His fingers constantly dipped into and caressed her pussy. When he was done he got out his tattoo equiptment and went to work on her rose. He did it in about an hour and the letter took him only about ten minutes. With his work completed, he asked her if she wanted anything else. No matter her answer, when the process was completed, Paul looked at Ed. Nodding her looked at Charolette, Ed has agreed in writing to a hush clause, provided you suck his cock for him. I told him you would, so get to it...