When Dave Watched A Porno Movie

by Dave

  

Dave is a 43 year old, divorcee who works in a factory as a machine operator. He can afford to go out socialising but usually decides to stay in, watch telly or watch porn on the internet.

One day Dave returned home from work, he had done a little shopping, he preferred to do his shopping every other night rather than once weekly because it gave him an excuse to get out a little more. He put the shopping down and put the kettle on and started his computer. A few minutes later he was surfing the web when visited his favourite porn sites, he typed in "cock sucker" and hit the return button and sat back and eventually came across one of the best blow job scenes that he had ever seen, the woman had very long red nails with nail art all over them and they were tightly wrapped around the cock, Dave was so turned on he had to wank, but instead of his once nightly wank he wanked and wanked. He saved the page and each night for a week he had the same routine, but soon found that whilst he was at work he would fantasise about long red nails and was soon wanking in the toilet cubicles at work.

One night on his way home from work he was in the supermarket and was having trouble finding an item, so he asked a shop assistant who took him straight to the item and as she pointed to the item he saw that she had short but glossy red nails, instantly Dave was turned on but instead of paying for his shopping and leaving he started to make his way towards the cosmetics area, he looked around to see if anyone was watching or if he knew anyone and then started to glance at the nail polish section and then he saw it, a bottle of deep red nail polish, he glanced around him again and then reached down and picked the nail polish up. As he did the one behind it slid forward and he knew the display was spring loaded which kept the display nice and tidy but made it awkward to return the items, a clever gismo he thought to himself, but now he was stuck with the polish. He made his was to the till, he felt himself blush little, he could feel his heart thumping but still he queued in the basket queue that was for 10 items or less. As he started to place his shopping on the conveyor belt he made a conscious decision to place the polish in the middle so it would be covered quickly by the following items. The sales assistant asked if he would like any help with his shopping and simply scanned the items and packed them for him. That will be twelve pounds and sixty seven pence please, he paid and left. That was the most exciting moment that Dave had had in years, the polish itself was almost insignificant compared to the excitement of the moment when he could be questioned or discovered, the actual act of purchasing the red polish excited him as much as watching the porno movie.

When Dave got home he put the kettle on and turned the internet on and got the nail polish and realised that he had no way of getting it off, what should he do? He had gone to far not to try it and as he thought he watched his favourite cock sucking scene with the glossy red nails and the he had an idea, he would paint only the nails on one hand and would wear gloves all day at work and whilst at work would find some thinners to remove the polish, soon his left hand had glossy red nails, as he painted them he smelt the polish evaporating and what a lovely smell! Soon his left hand was pumping away and sure enough soon he was enjoying one of the best wanks he had had in ages.

The following morning he drove to work and as he entered he just kept his hand in his pocket until he was by his machine and simply put some gloves on. Throughout the day he would keep sneaking a glance at them, he was so excited, he loved the feeling of the rush which was produced at the worry of being caught and he loved the look of the shinny red nails. He couldn’t wait to get the other have done. Throughout the day he searched for thinners that would remove the polish but nothing shifted the stuff, he thought about scraping the polish off but decided against it after all at work he always wore gloves. On the way home he decided to drive to a boots chemist a few miles away and see if he could get some nail polish remover. As he parked the car outside the shop he got his wallet and pulled out a ten pound note and placed it in his right hand pocket, he locked the car and placed his left hand in his pocket. As he entered the shop he began to browse and had a look where the till was and where the nail section was. He strolled to the section and looked for the nail polish remover, there were several types and so he picked one and waited for the queue to die down at the till and then handed it over, all the while keeping his painted nails in his pocket. The sales assistant was a young girl about eighteen years old, she gave him a curious smile and he paid and left. Again he was excited, again he had the adrenalin rush but most of all his confidence was growing, he couldn’t believe how easy it was to purchase and wear nail polish and how unobservant most people were.

At home he clicked away and firstly removed the polish off his left hand, he noticed that it had stained the nails slightly but came off easily enough, and then he painted his right hand nails and then his left and repeated the painting another twice to make a total of three coats. Once they were dry he started searching on the internet about nails and soon was removing and repainting his nails every night and again would wear the polish to work. He started to get braver and even bought a collection of different colours. He always went back to the same shop and used the same assistant on checkout.

One day he was at the checkout when a strange thing happened, the checkout assistant scanned his items and looked at him and said "what no polish today" he looked at her and smiled and said "no not today". His heart was thumping, did she know? How could she, he thought and decided that he wouldn’t worry about it.

The weeks passed and sure enough the excitement rush wore off, he even felt un-normal without his nails painted, his toenails were now constantly painted.

It was a Tuesday night, he had just returned from work and as he entered he picked up the days post, and the newspaper. After he flicked through the letters he started to have a quick flick through the paper and towards the centre pages there was an advertisement for a local beauty salon. They were offering various treatments and what caught his eye was the word unisex. He thought for a while and soon found himself calling them from his mobile phone, because he didn’t want to be traced back to his own phone line. The phone was ringing and soon the lady the other end answered "hello perfect beauty, Anne speaking", Dave hesitated at first and then said "hello, I saw your advertisement in the paper and wondered what you did for men’s nails"? Anne asked him what he was looking for and Dave said he didn’t really know, he just fancied being pampered. Anne said that it would be best if he went down and she would start with a manicure and see what else he needed. Dave asked if it was in full view, and Anne replied that she would keep it relatively private and use a cubicle, and not to worry because lots of men went there.

It was 6.15pm when he parked around the corner. He had already looked through the window to see if it was busy but it wasn’t. He felt his heart start to beat a little faster as he entered the salon. Err hello, my names Dave I phoned earlier. The lady said hello and told Dave to have a seat. Some minutes later a middle aged woman walked towards him and said hello and then asked him to follow her. She led him into a cubicle and they both sat down. Now lets see your nails!

Dave lifted his hands and Anne started to inspect them, she noticed the slight stain that the red polish had left but said nothing.

Dave your nails are a little dry and brittle so a straight forward manicure would help the circulation and that he should drink plenty fluids. Dave just nodded and soon Anne was pushing his cuticles back and trimming and sanding his nails. She then started to buff the nails up and soon all of the rough ridges were removed and his nails were very shiny. Anne remembered the slight stain on his nails and picked up a bottle of clear polish and started to paint his nails in a clear coat. She told Dave not to worry because loads of men have this done plus a lot more, she even had one gentleman who wore small nail extensions. She knew Dave had a fetish and she simply gave him an excuse to ask for more. As his nails dried Anne asked if there was anything else he would like done? Dave asked what like, and Anne offered to give him a pedicure or an eyebrow tidy. Dave had removed the nail polish from his toes and said okay and soon Anne was working away on his toes when sure enough she saw traces of nail polish. As she was finishing she looked at him and said Dave what colour would you like on your toes? Dave said what do you mean? And Anne said that lots of men had their toenails painted and not to worry because she would pick a colour. Anne turned and picked a burgundy coloured bottle and placed some foam spreaders between his toes and then slowly painted his toe nails. She did the same on his toes as she had with his finger nails, three thin coats. As they were drying she told Dave to lie down on the bed and she pulled a light over his head and then started to spread a little warm something between his eyes. All the time she was talking to Dave telling him what she was doing and as she mentioned the "wax" word he started to get a little worried, he didn’t want feminine eyebrows but after sue had done the sides she asked him to sit up and handed him a mirror. As Dave looked at his eyebrows he noticed the bald centre and the undersides had only been tidies up a little. He was pleased and relieved at the same time. He said that he was pleased and that he would be back again. As Dave got home he couldn’t believe what had happened, he was thrilled, his fingernails had been painted and his toenails had been painted by a lovely looking lady. He liked his eyebrows and was soon wanking on the bed as he lay flat whilst looked at his toenails. It was three weeks later when Dave phoned Anne for another manicure and was soon having a rerun of his toe nails, finger nails and eyebrow treatments, this was the case for over four months. Each visit Dave got a little braver and started to ask about what else could be done, Anne kept encouraging him a little at a time and started to say that with his nice new toe nails he should have his legs waxed. Dave had never thought of this but soon was feeling a little excited about the idea. One day Dave asked what else she could do to his nails and sure enough 45 minutes later Dave walked from the salon with an acrylic coat over his nails and a clear polish on top. Dave had gone to the next stage, he had pushed the border of his treatments and was now wearing an acrylic overcoat on his own nails, he was happy and had given Anne a nice tip. He was breaking up for a two week holiday on the Friday and had phoned Anne to tell her of his break from work and to tell her that he had two weeks off and fancied something a little extra special. He asked if there was something else she could do to his nails and he would like the leg wax. Sure enough at six pm on the Friday he walked into the salon and Anne walked him to the cubicle and said that she had a special evening lined up for him and that one of the treatments would be extra special and that he should just sit back and enjoyed the pampering and that this time she would be a little adventurous. Dave just said okay.

First Anne started to apply way to his unibrow and then ripped out the hairs and then under his eyebrows at the sides and again ripped the cloth away. She repeated this until she was happy and then took a comb and combed his eyebrows to tidy them. She then got a pair of tweezers and pulled out a few stray hairs, next she asked him to remove his shoes, socks and trousers because she was going to do his legs. Dave’s heart started pounding but sure enough he was soon having the leg hairs ripped out by the hundreds. It was painful but he kept quiet. Next Anne applied some soothing lotion to his legs and started on his toenails. Soon Dave had a full set of acrylic toenail extensions and she was painting then red. Dave couldn’t believe what was happening, he loved it. Next Anne started on his finger nails and sure enough he soon had a full set of acrylic nails on his finger tips and she too painted them red. After they had dried she told Dave to get dressed and after he paid she let him out of the back door to the salon. As Dave walked he could feel his hairless legs, they felt funny, he could feel the cloth rubbing against his smooth legs, he liked the feeling. Dave looked at his hands and saw long red talons an the ends, Dave had an instant erection. As Dave got to the car he checked the rear view mirror and was surprised at what he saw, Dave had quite thin feminine arched eyebrows. Dave hadn’t checked his eyebrows at the salon but was now stuck with fairly thin arches. Dave started to drive back and the drive home was interesting, he kept looking at his nails and his eyebrows in the mirror. As he was driving home he hit a traffic jam and only after it was too late did he notice a lady driver coming the other way also in a jam was staring at his nails, he was holding the steering wheel and had forgotten about the nails for a moment. The lady looked puzzled at first and then she smiled at him, Dave blushed and looked away. Soon he was home and within five minutes he was wanking himself silly. Some time later he decided to phone Anne about his eyebrows to see how long they would take to grow back. During the conversation Anne told him not to worry because they looked lovely and would start growing back by the time he was back at work. She also asked Dave to keep his nails on and that he should come back in two weeks for an infill. Dave said that he would try.

The following morning Dave got up and was staring at his finger nails and toes and hairless legs and completely forgot about his eyebrows for a while. He didn’t go out for three days when on the fourth he had run out of milk and bread, he decided to clear the polish from his fingers and to go to a supermarket some miles away and very late in the evening. It was after 11pm when he walked into the Tesco store, he was just like any other guy in the shop except he had long nails and thin eyebrows. Dave got a basket, collected the items he wanted and went to the self scan unit. As he left the store he couldn’t believe how easy it was. The days passed and after almost a week three of his fingernails had started to lift off and one had fallen off. Dave phoned Anne and asked what she could do and arranged an appointment for 2pm. As he talked to Anne she asked how he had gotten on with his eyebrows and he said fine, no problem. Anne asked if she could tidy them a little more, if she could shape them properly. She assured Dave that she would make a good job of them and if he could cope with the slight arch then he would cope easily with what she had in mind. Dave thought for a while and said "why not"? Soon Dave was lying down on the table and Anne was smearing wax onto his centre piece and after ripping the cloth off then went onto the underside of his eyebrows. Again she used a little brush and tweezers to fine tune her handy work. Next she soaked off his nail extensions and replaced them with a full set except this time they were a little shorter. She sanded his natural nails really well before she applied the new nails and gave him a little bottle of oil to rub into his cuticles everyday. She told Dave that he looked really good and that she would not charge him for these treatments. Dave Said thanks and again left through the back door. When he got home he stared at his eyebrows for over an hour, they were extremely high an ultra thin and would have looked excellent on a model, but they weren’t on a model they were on him. Dave painted his nails, watched telly and had a fairly sleepless night. He was straight onto the phone to Anne the following morning, he told her that he really liked the eyebrows but knew he would be found out at work, and was there anything she could do? Anne told Dave that his eyebrows looked great and he would get used to them and that there wasn’t anything he could do in such a short time except complete removal and micro-pigmentation. Dave asked what micro-pigmentation was. A form of tattooing replied Anne, she said that she could replace his eyebrows but was reluctant because she thought he looked good. Dave asked if he could see her, he was desperate. Anne said that he should come over in fifteen minutes and she would explain the process.

So Dave the first thing we have to do is remove the remainder of the eyebrows, I shall wax them off. So there was Dave with completely bald eyebrows and Anne said that they would grow back even. What do you mean Dave asked, I thought you were going to use that micro-pigmentation on me. I cant have bald eyebrows, Ill look even more weird.

Anne explained that she only had only ever tattooed ladies eyebrows and that she was uncomfortable about her ability to create male eyebrows. If she got it wrong he would be stuck with permanently odd eyebrows. She said that she would tattoo a new set of eyebrows on him, free of charge, but only if she could design the new ones. This way she could start with a ladies set and slowly add hair lines to imitate the male natural look. She said that Dave had to trust her and she would do her best. Dave thought for a while, looked at his bald eyebrows and realised that he looked better with the ladies eyebrows than having no eyebrows at all. Okay Anne, do what you think is best. Anne sat him down and asked him to be completely honest and asked him if he really liked his eyebrows when they were waxed high, Dave lowered his eyes, hesitated, raised his eyes to look at Anne and said he loved them. Anne held Dave’s hands and said that she was going to tattoo a lovely set of ladies eyebrows onto him to start and that he should not worry.

Anne set up the equipment and started carefully to draw a new set of eyebrows onto Dave. When she was happy she had Dave sign a release note and then applied some topical anaesthetic to his eyebrows. After about fifteen minutes she picked up a little machine device and inserted a new needle to it, then she placed two small cups and squirted a little ink into each bottle. Dave just kept quiet, watching everything she was doing.

The first buzz was on the centre on Dave’s right eyebrow, she started to create tiny little hairs in ink, frequently wiping off the excess ink. Each hair was following the contour of the arch until Dave had one eyebrow tattooed on. Anne then started on the left eyebrow, each time carefully creating tiny realistic looking eyebrow hairs. When Anne had finished the left she cleaned the needle and dipped the needle into the other pot of ink and started to tattoo little hairs in with the others she had done. The whole process took nearly an hour when Anne again wiped the ink smears from his face and brow and after close study said that she was finished. She smiled at Dave and handed him a mirror, Dave’s jaw dropped when he saw his eyebrows, they were much higher than the others that had been waxed off, thicker in the middle and tailing off into thin delicate arches. The colour was two tone, the contrasting colours made the eyebrows really natural and Dave knew he was now stuck with female eyebrows. Even if Anne filled them in he knew they would still be highly arched. Anne put her finger under Dave’s chin and told him he looked beautiful, she leant forward and slowly gave him a gentle kiss on his lips.

Dave was in a state of shock he was confused, what could he do?

Dave stayed in the house for nearly a week before he had the courage to venture out. His eyebrows had scabbed a little, darkened and were now lightening up a little, they looked very feminine but great. The new eyebrows opened up his face, he looked different but also felt different. Tiny hairs had started to grow where his natural eyebrows were, they stood out, they were a long way from his new ones and so he started plucking them out.

It took some time but Dave realised that sooner or later people would see him, they would laugh, they would ridicule, but he had no choice, he had to emerge and take the flak that would follow. People in the shops stared, sneered, laughed but he coped and at work the same. Dave continued with his trips to the salon, he looked forward to seeing Anne, to having his nails done, his legs waxed. It had been three months since the eyebrow tattooing session, when on one visit to have his nails done Anne asked if she could give him another treat, she wanted to pierce his ears. Dave had been through a lot but realised that Anne was usually right and said okay. His ears were pierced and then Anne asked if she could do his nose, could she place a tiny little stud in the right side of the nose. A strange thing happened, Dave had changed, Dave looked at Anne and said "OKAY". Soon his nose was done and Dave sported two tiny studs, one in each ear and a tiny little diamond in his nose. When he went to work, no one seemed to notice, but if they did they said nothing, no one laughed, no one sneered, and they just looked at him as if they were expecting something else. Dave felt great, Dave felt comfortable.

The sessions on the internet continued, his nail fetish had stayed but he now had one for micro-pigmentation. Dave was obsessed.

Weeks had passed when one day he phoned Anne and asked if there was anything else she could do with the micro-pigmentation. The next thing Dave knew he was sitting in the chair and had topical anaesthetic on his lips, he was going to have his lip-line tattooed. Anne carefully drew the lines, slightly outside his natural line and began tattooing. She was tattooing with a light reddish pink. Carefully she followed the lines she had drew, and slowly Dave had a light reddish line appear circling his mouth. Anne cleaned his face and again placed her finger under his chin and leant down and gently kissed him except this time she slipped her tongue into his mouth. They kissed, it seemed to last for ages, when Anne drew her tongue back, withdrew her head and told Dave he looked beautiful and she would see again for the next treatment. What treatment Dave asked? Why Dave, I am going to tattoo your lips, I am going to give you lovely sexy red lips. Dave smiled and left.

The lip-line darkened and after a week and a half had lightened considerably. He had a definite reddish line to his mouth; it looked good but stood out on its own. Dave soon started to colour his lips with lipstick, carefully stopping at the edge where his lip-line started. Dave even started to wear lipstick to work, again with little reaction from his workmates. His workmates either stayed completely away from him or accepted that he was different.

At the salon Dave lay back and Anne wiped the topical anaesthetic from his lips and started the gun, this time she was using deep red ink, Dave kept quiet and Anne worked away, forward and backward over each spot, carefully stretching the lips to allow full surface area for the ink to enter. She then re-coloured the gun and started to re-colour Dave’s lip-liner. It took an hour and a half to complete but when Anne was finished she wiped Dave’s mouth and applied gloss to his lips, she then undid her blouse to reveal a bra-less set of breasts. Dave leaned forward and started to stroke and kiss her breasts, he then started to kiss Anne passionately, Anne responded and started to masturbate Dave. She stopped just short of Dave shooting his load and told him to put it away and the next time he had a treatment she would blow his brains out.

Anne told Dave to go round the doctors and explain that he was stressed out and wanted a sick note for at least a fortnight. Dave saw the doctor and after explaining his confusion and anxiety the doctor gave Dave a note for a month.

Dave was lying down when Anne covered his eyelids with anaesthetic; Dave knew he was going to have eyeliner tattooed. Once the anaesthetic was removed Anne started to tattoo right against his lash line, but above the lash line. Anne carefully stretched his eyelids whilst tattooing them. She kept swapping from one to the other and kept applying ice packs to the eyes to stop the swelling. Yet still the tattooing continued, Dave was wrong, Anne was tattooing eye-shadow to his eyelids.

It took ages, his eyelids swelled, Anne continued right up to underneath the tattooed eyebrows.

Anne then started on his eyeliner, carefully tattooing under his eyes, this took little time. Next Anne tattooed a small brown beauty spot high on Dave’s cheek. When she had finished Anne handed Dave a mirror. Dave could only open his eyes a little but saw an explosion of colour on his eyelids, beautifull red lips, lined with a darker line and a beautiful beauty mark tattooed high on his cheek. Dave smiled and Anne noticed that he had immediately got excited, and Anne took Dave’s prick out of his pants and began sucking his dick, Anne reached for Dave’s hand and placed it around his cock and started to suck again. Dave had trouble opening his eyes but managed and what he saw surprised him. He had a lovely lady sucking his cock and there was a hand with long glossy red nails rubbing down his cock. The nails worked in perfect rhythm of the mouth, soon he was emptying himself into Anne’s mouth. Dave leaned back and then he remembered the porno video that started this all off, the one with the cock sucking scene and the glossy red nails and then he realised that one porno video had changed his whole life

               

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