Tattoo Artist’s Gift

I’m Anish from Bangalore. After the amazing response you guys gave to my previous story, I decided to pen down this one. I always wanted a nice tattoo on my thighs but imagined a guy asking for a thigh tattoo?! I was afraid of being judged.

On one such day, I was in a low mood, feeling sad that I was pissed for not being able to live my life. I became super bold and went to a tattoo artist in a decent place.

I wore a purple tee shirt and white shorts, picked up a bicycle and went to this guy. There was nobody as it was noon on a weekday. A decently built guy in his early thirties, fair, bearded, and a few tattoed on his arm, came out in a black tee shirt and jeans. I easily get scared when I meet a macho guy for the first time.

I zipped my mouth. He wasn’t as rude as he looked. He asked me what kind of tattoo I asked. I told him my budget and everything; it was my first tattoo. He figured I was choosing all designs meant for women. And now the question came as to where I wanted it.

I told him I wanted it in a place my family doesn’t get to see, and he understood me well. I suggested it on my thighs, and he did not show any hesitation! My fear wasn’t true. I wasn’t judged.

He asked me to take off my pants and lie on the table. I hesitantly removed my pants and followed his instructions. I was wearing dark red v-shaped briefs from XYXX, which augmented the look of my fair chicken legs.

Oops! he now squeezed my thighs and said, “You don’t have enough flesh on your thighs. I don’t think it would look good.” I was disappointed. After a minute of silence, he turned me around and inspected my body.

He said, “You got a nice fluffy ass. Why don’t you get it there?” I said, “Who would even look at it?” He said he would ensure half the tattoo would sneak out of my briefs. It would be attractive when I go swimming in my briefs.

The idea sounded good to me as my tattoo won’t be visible to my family even when I wear shorts. But I asked him if it was okay to sketch it there. He smiled and said he was an artist, after all.

I slept on my tummy and let him pull it off. He just pulled it off with his left hand as if I were his girl on the bed, or maybe that’s how I felt it. He cleaned up that area, and I started laughing. He slapped it and said, “Stay still, boy.”

We had developed a friendly vibe, especially after venting to him about why I could never get a tattoo earlier. He said, “I’m glad you are so smooth. I saved time on shaving it. It’s smoother than many girl’s asses I have sketched.” I felt awkward.

Me: Did you see those girls’ bare asses? Weren’t they shy?

Him: They weren’t even half as shy as you are. You’re a kiddo.

Me: I don’t disagree.

Ouch! I started whining due to the pain it gave. He said, “Stop moaning. People will think I’m fucking your ass.” (Did he give a hint? I don’t know). I said, “That’s at least a hot pleasure.”

Him: So, you’re gay?

Me: I assume you will keep it a secret. Yes, I am,

Him: Someone who fucks you would still be called straight because your ass looks just like a beautiful girl’s.

Me: So, are you straight?

Him: Yes, I’m straight. Oh well, No… I mean, not in that way. Oh, fuck! You’re so smart.

He slapped my butt. I blushed, and until now, I didn’t know his name. His name was Vikranth.

Vi: There you go, queen. You are ready to seduce all the hot men in the pool.

Omg! it was a beautiful peacock feather starting from my upper thighs to the middle of my butt cheek. It was too beautiful. I was so happy. My legs were numb as I had been lying for a long. He clicked some beautiful pictures of it.

By then, I had already impressed him by talking and singing a song. He liked my personality. He threw my undie at me and said, “Come on, wear your panty.” I woke up and hugged him, and thanked him. He hugged me too. I paid him, and I picked up my pants.

Before I could wear them, he asked, “Hey, do you suck?”

I said, “Yes, but not everyone.”

“Would you judge me if I ask you to blow me?” he added. I initially started blushing, which made him embarrassed. I said, “Can I see it first and then decide?”

He was hesitant to even show it to me, but he agreed. He asked me to check it myself. I kneeled without pants, unbuttoned his pants, and pulled down his dark green Calvin. It was fucking so clean. He had trimmed it all. I said okay, and he was glad.

I teased it a little, played around, started licking it, tickled his balls, and started to suck it. Such a beautiful pink head. He was moaning a lot in pleasure. I said, “Stop moaning. People will think I’m tattooing you.” He pinched my cheeks and said, “Smart Bitch.” I took my tongue tip to his pee hole and licked it clean.

“Damn, you’re a pro. You should get paid for it,” he said. I almost brushed my teeth and took it to every corner of my mouth. I stopped after a while and said my jaws hurt. I sat down and kneeled on the wall. He hadn’t been released. He was still happy and said he would jerk off later.

“It’s an insult to me if I don’t make you cum,” I said. We laughed. He gave me mouthwash, and we cleaned up. He said he wanted to order some food for me as a token of thanks, and it was lunch time too. We ordered, sat for a while, and started talking as we both sat there pantless.

He pinched my cheeks many times, saying I’m so smart, sweet, interesting and whatever. Delivery was delayed as it started raining. I initiated cuddling him. I was happily in his arms and got his tee shirt off.

I gently asked him, “Why don’t you fuck me and cum? It doesn’t have to label you. Just do whatever you feel like.” That hit him very strongly, and he agreed, especially because he had seen the beautiful bum.

He bent me on the tattoo table and pinned my hands onto it with his left hand. He put on a condom and applied lube. He let me bite his hand as he pushed it hard. He was inside me in a few pushes and stuck there for a while. After letting me relax, he gently pushed in and out of my bum hole.

This boy has good stamina to make me tired, and food arrived too to disturb us. We told him to push it in through the window, and we continued fucking. He slowly lifted me down without pulling it out. It was pro-doggy, my head touching the ground and my ass up like a dog.

This excited me, and I cum hands-free. After a while, he said he was about to cum. I asked him to pull it out and spray it on my face. He asked me if I was sure. I moaned more than I nodded. He felt it would be bad to spray on my face. He sprayed a huge load on my tits. I rubbed it all over.

“My girlfriend would never be this kinky. She doesn’t even blow,” he said. I felt bad to know he had a girlfriend. But I was also happy that she didn’t keep him happy. We showered together and ate our food. I dressed up and was about to pay for the tattoo.

He asked, “May I not charge you for this tattoo? Please, my gift,” he said. I could not say No. He asked when I would be coming for my second tattoo. I said, “Free one or paid?”

“One where you’d pay with your ass.” I thanked him so much and kissed him for that amazing tattoo and the sex he gave.

I almost got double the attention in my swimming sessions than earlier. I would flaunt my half-visible tattoo in my cute tiny speedos. Every time I get a compliment, I remember this hottie gifted it to me.

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