Art has told the story of humanity for as long as humans could pick up something to write or draw with. From cave paintings depicting animals and people to the classics like Mona Lisa, Starry Night, or The Girl with a Pearl Earring. Art captivates the mind and body, so it's no surprise that body art rose as a form of free expression and, at first, a taboo form of art in modern society. It’s here that our story begins: in the past 70 years, tattoos have gone from being etched only on the skin of sailors and criminals to the bodies of homemakers and professionals around the world.

Meredith was one such homemaker who loved this ancient artwork. With the beauty that sprang to life on her skin, she had a hidden reason why she would indulge in getting tattooed. The humming of the machine would stir a feeling that radiated from her core out to her crotch. The second the needles penetrated her, she would drench her panties with her sweet nectar. She did not know if it was a combination of the burning sensation or the vibration that radiated through her body.

On this occasion, she lay there as a new artist etched away on her, bringing to life the vision she had in her head of a field of wildflowers creeping up from her knee to her upper thigh. The hues of pink, yellow, violet, and dark green made her heart skip a beat. But her new artist has her attention pulled from her hidden pleasure. The feeling of his hand on her thighs, stretching her skin tight, has sparked a new feeling. She felt her nipples harden, and she started to blush, wondering if this young handsome man had noticed. She decided to go with the pleasure and be damned with what anyone thought. She closed her eyes and lay back, enjoying the new sensation of his strong hands and the radiating sensation of the tattoo machine.

She let out a slight moan as she felt his hand slide further up her thigh. Each time she felt his hand stretch her skin, her pussy would pulsate, and a little moan would escape. Inch by inch, his hand stretched and glided up her thigh. Oblivious to anything besides the touch and sensation that this youngest artist elicited from her. Her panties were now drenched with her sweet juices, and she could catch a faint scent of her arousal. She pondered if this young man could smell her sweet fragrances of musk and vanilla. The thought only caused the yearning that radiated from her core to her pulsating pussy to grow more intense.

She kept her eyes closed and enjoyed her erotic bliss until she was snapped back to reality when the cool touch of a paper towel coated in green soap hit her burning flesh. She opened her eyes to see the young, handsome artist smirking at her.

He looked deeply into her icy blue eyes and said, “Did you enjoy that as much as I did?”

Her cheeks flushed, and her heart pounded in her chest as he removed his gloves.

She looked into his emerald green eyes and said, “Let me show you how much I enjoyed it.”

She couldn’t believe how brazen and quickly the words slid past her plump pink lips. She knew she was past the point of no return. She grabbed his hand and slid it up under her skirt. Guiding his hand to her cum-drenched panties. Jolts of pleasure radiated through her as his finger came to rest on her panty-clad, throbbing pussy lips. She moaned and quivered as his fingers slid across her wet panties.

He said, “It appears you really enjoyed yourself. I knew you were because I could smell your erotic aroma.”

She moaned louder as his hands slid under her panties and began rubbing her clit. His rough yet nimble fingers rubbed and split her lips as he gently slid a finger into her dripping wet pussy. That was all it took, and she erupted into a mind-blowing orgasm. Wave after wave of uncontrollable pleasure rippled through her body. Her pussy clenched and pulsated around his finger as his thumb rubbed her clit. Her moans morphed into screams of pleasure as she rode this feeling into euphoric bliss.

As she came back to reality, she realized that she was still lying on the table in the middle of the tattoo studio. A ping of fear and embarrassment ran across her face as she pondered who just witnessed this animalistic exchange.

Under the glow of the neon signs, the young handsome artist said, “You can relax; the other artist locked the door when she let out her last customer. We are completely alone.”

The fear and embarrassment disappeared from her face, and a lustful and mischievous grin crept across her face. She pushed the handsome young man back as she got off the table.

She stood before him and said, “Do you think you can do something with this?”

She turned, slid her drenched panties down, and leaned across the table. She flipped her skirt up to her waist and looked over her shoulder, locking eyes with her new favorite artist.

He looked at the faded rose and heart that appeared to be poorly tattooed on her ass. He stood up and strolled towards her. Her pussy throbbed, and her chest heaved as he slowly made his way towards her. His strong, warm hands glided across her full, plump ass, tracing the lines of her tattoo. She felt her pussy begin to leak as her sweet juices cascaded down her inner thighs.

He said, “This is a beautiful canvas to work with.”

He ran his hands around her round, soft ass as he described what he would do to transform this poorly conceived tattoo into a masterpiece that could be hung in a museum. But his words fell on deaf ears because she was consumed with pure lust from the sensation of his hands as they glided across her ass. She was so overwhelmed by the pleasure she was getting from his touch that she was unaware that he had unzipped his pants and was stroking his hard, throbbing cock. Until she felt the bulbous head of his cock slide across her slit.

She threw her head back and moaned as he grabbed her hips and thrust his cock past her lips as it sank into her wet, wanting cunt. She screamed in pleasure as his thick veiny cock stretched her tight homemaker cunt. Inch by inch, his cock slid in as she squealed, gasped, and moaned. Each thrust caused her legs to quake until she felt his hips collide with her ass, causing a smacking sound to reverberate through the studio. He paused for a mere second before he slid his hard, throbbing cock almost out before driving back in hard and fast. Each thrust got harder and faster, causing her to scream louder and louder. He released her hips and reached up and hooked his index fingers in her mouth, which caused her head to snap back and her back to arch. He pulled back to have her meet his thrust harder and faster as his balls struck her clit. Her screams of pleasure filled the studio as her knees shook as she felt a wave of orgasmic bliss closely approaching. With each thrust, she could feel his cock swell and grow, filling her deep like no one before. Her pussy clenched, and her legs quivered as she exploded in a series of orgasms. That was all it took to set him off as he pulled her head back, burying his cock; he erupted rope after rope of cum deep into her womb. Their screams of pleasure swept them into a sea of pleasure as he continued to fill her pussy with his cum.

Exhausted, she collapsed onto the tattoo table as he collapsed onto her back. Their combined sweat ran down and soaked the table. His cock remained buried deep in her until it went flaccid and slid from her cum-drenched cunt. They lay motionless for a few moments before regaining their composure and standing up. He sat back down and watched as she slid her panties back up, trapping their combined juices in her panties. She pulled her skirt down as she turned around and looked deeply into his emerald green eyes.

She said, “When can I book my next session?”

He grinned and said, “How about tomorrow? I can come to you for a private session. That ass, when I am done, will be a masterpiece.”