When Dave Met Sally

by Dave

 

Part 9

 

It had been three months since I tattooed Carol, she was happy enough, but still I wanted more, I wanted to turn her into my fantasy woman, my creation. Carol often stayed over and was fast becoming a semi-permanent fixture of the household, she even started paying the odd bill that we had such as telephone and gas. We were at the Merryhill shopping centre shopping for a new leather skirt for me when Sally asked what I thought of Carol moving in with us, I said that I didn't mind and asked where would she sleep? Sally said that she could share our bed and if it was too crowded then she would have to get herself a bed. Sure enough Carol moved in and every night we would go to bed and there was always one of us horny, I would screw Sally or Carol, or Sally and Carol would screw each other or me, but guaranteed that at least two of us would have sex every night.

As Carol was always there I soon decided to bring my tattooing equipment back from the studio and start on my creation. I started by instructing Carol that she was an almost bare canvas that needed colouring in and that I was deciding what should be done to her and when. Carol smiled and just said "whatever and whenever you want Dave". I started looking on the internet for ideas but nothing really stuck out, until I came across a genital tattoo and almost instantly decided on the next tattoo for carol.

I had carol lay on top of small living room table, she jumped a little at its coldness, but was soon laying down on her back with her bum right at the edge of the table and her legs spread and bent so as to support herself a little. First I shaved the little area of hair that looked like a landing strip and then dried her. "Dave", Carol said, "what" I said in a sort of "don't talk to me I'm busy" tone, "what's it going to be"?

Carol, do me a favour and shut up, I want to concentrate, I replied, and started to draw with a pen well above her pussy, and gradually dropped to her lips, after about twenty minutes I started the gun. Carol just lay there staring at the ceiling, silent and still.

The tattooing lasted just over three hours and only the outline was done, I thought to myself that this was going to be a masterpiece. When I put the gun down I cleaned Carol and dressed the tattoo, which was extremely difficult to do. I instructed Carol that she was not to see the tattoo until it was completed, and that we would continue the session tomorrow. I pulled her knickers up her legs and left her to do the rest. She was very horny and started begging me to let her see her tattoo and started to unzip my leather mini skirt, I just stood there and she took my multi coloured prick and gave me one hell of a blow-job, but when I was finished I still wouldn't let her see her tattoo. Carol was pissed off a little but I didn't care because I knew the wait would drive her up the wall.

I didn't tell Sally about the tattoo, because I wanted to surprise her, and sure enough the following morning I got up, had a pee, washed myself and cleaned my teeth, as I walked into the living room I was surprised to see carol flat on the table with her knickers down to her ankles waiting to get started, I just burst out laughing and bent over her and kissed her on her temple. Once I had set up the equipment I removed what was left of the dressing and cleaned her up. The outline was still fresh and there was no scab, which was good, and soon I was tattooing away. It was a large tattoo and had lots of colour blending in it and I was beginning to think that I would not get it completed, but still I tattooed and still Carol lay there still and silent. Her pussy was soaking wet, she was extremely horny, but there was no chance of any relief for her.

It was getting late and I knew Sally would be home in about an hour and a half, and still the ink kept going in and the little droplets came out. Soon I was working on her pussy itself, over and down her lips, wide and deep was the tattoo, eventually stopping just before her anus. It was complete, it looked great, I fetched my camera from the bedroom and took loads of digital photos, some of just her pussy and some of her there lying on the table with her freshly stained pussy jumping out.

After ten minutes all of the bleeding had stopped and I helped Carol to stand up. For the first time in two days of intense tattooing she was allowed to see her new ink. I led her to the bedroom to the full-length mirror and she opened her eyes, her first reaction was to step nearer the mirror, and she stared at herself. She stood back and turned from side to side as if she was modelling underwear. "Dave, its beautiful", she said and came to me and kissed me, and said, "when this is healed, I want the fuck of my life".

As she stood there she could see the shading of the tattoo and its permanency.

The tattoo was the face of a she devil, her wild red hair flowed almost to her navel, she had small dark horns, extreme makeup and her mouth spread around Carols pussy. The lips were tattooed bright red and even had a lip-line added to them, it looked as if the she-devil was permanently screaming. Her face had high arched black eyebrows, brown eyes and even had cheek blush added. It really looked as though the pussy was a part of her face, it was an excellent tattoo, and Carol knew it. From now on whenever Carol was naked she would have a screaming she-devil on show.

I told Carol to go lay on the bed and rest, and I would be in shortly to dress her new ink. I went in to the bedroom and Carol was already asleep on the bed, I tried to awaked her but she was flat out, I wiped the tattoo with a damp cloth and started to rub cream onto her new face, the cream made the tattooed colours shine even more brightly, slowly I massaged her black hair, then her eyebrows and her cheeks and then started to rub her lips, fuckin' hell was I turned on, but I knew that a good fucking was the last thing that the new tattoo needed.

As I knelt there admiring my talent I realised that the tattoo needed a name, but what could I call it, what do you call a she-devil tattooed on a pussy, then it struck me, I didn't need to name her pussy after some devil, I could call it whatever I wanted, and I started to think about when she was healed and how my multi coloured prick would fuck her new mouth, I imagined laying with my back on the bed with Carol shagging me, she would be bobbing up and down on me and then hit me, I would call her new pussy tattoo "BOBBIE".

I stood up and looked at Carol just laying there naked on the bed, her hair was now growing back but was still short, her tattooed markings had faded to a nice light brown, her breasts looked excellent with there camouflage and her arms added to the effect, her new screaming tattoo "BOBBIE" looked awesome and I started to think what I could do next. I fetched the tattoo gun, set it up beside the bed and started to tattoo a little beauty spot above her left lip and then another one larger, and quite high on her right cheek, Carol moved a little but all of the earlier tattooing had exhausted her, there was no way she would be waking soon. Once the beauty spots were completed I stood back a little and examined them, the one above the left side of her lip was jet black and the one high on her right cheek was of a heart, the border had a thick jet black border and a deep red centre, and right in the middle of the heart was the initial "D", I had not only tattooed her face without her permission, but I had also initialled my work.

 

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