Any outfit my wife put on, no matter how simple it made her look, was even more stunning than before, despite her insisting that she looked homely. She wore a black tank top and white sweatpants that graced her light skin and dark hair. I simply couldn’t fathom how she didn’t realize that she was brighter than the center of the universe. She knew she was beautiful, of course, an absolute smokeshow of a woman, but she didn’t seem to pay attention when men stopped and turned around to look at her as we walked by, their faces practically begging for a glance of her divine attention. Even our Uber driver had kept glancing into the rearview mirror to steal looks at her, but she couldn’t be bothered. She wanted to look at me.

I suppose I could also not comprehend how all she wanted to do was give her attention to me. Her eyes were warm and radiated heat like a campfire that felt pleasant and welcoming, but overtime and focused made me sweat even in the coldest of winters. Just her continued gaze forced me to smile, blush, and stare at my knees while growing an erection, even after all the abuse my cock had endured and given.

“You’re so fucking adorable.” She said, squeezing my knee as I shied away from her.

I was relinquished from my heavenly torment when the driver pulled up to the tattoo studio. After we got out of the car, Amanda climbed the stairs in front of me, and I practically drooled watching her ass jiggle in her sweats with every step. It took every ounce of willpower for me not to bury my face in it.

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Amanda and the tattoo artist matched—almost. The artist was wearing tight, black shorts that rested just underneath her ass cheeks and a deep neck white T-shirt that was nearly see-through, which made it very obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Through the thin fabric I spied the detailed spider webbing that emanated from her areolas. It was intricate and accentuated by black bars in the center that pierced her nipples and kept them permanently hard and poking against the shirt.

When we walked inside she bounced up and down on the balls of her feet, very obviously wanting to show the natural weight of her assets. Amanda smiled warmly, seemingly endeared by the artist's aggressively sexual demeanor rather than taken back. It seemed like dominating Steffi had put her at ease, which I was thankful for. She strolled over to Amanda and wrapped her in a big hug.

I froze in place and watched as she pressed her entire body against Amanda making their breasts squish together. She kissed her on both cheeks and dangled her arms from around the top of her shoulders and neck. Amanda looked at me and grinned when she saw my expression.

“I guess she finally figured it out.” Amanda said slyly.

“Figured what out?” I breathed.

“That she has to cum-“ She paused with emphasis. “Through me to get to you.”

“Oh.” I stammered. “Is- is that something you’d be okay with? You said that you were the only goth mommy I’m allowed to have.”

“I don’t know.” She giggled before kissing the artist on the cheek back. “That rule might have to be amended. What do you think?” She looked pointedly at my crotch where my bulge had become obvious.

“I don’t mind at all.” I eeked out.

She let go of Amanda and rushed over to me, threw her arms around my neck, but kept a space between our bodies, and peered up at me voraciously.

My eyes snapped from hers to Amanda‘s, who had her mouth slightly open and her top teeth grazing her bottom lip. She raised her eyebrows at me questioningly. I looked back at the artist, and my hands that were dangling at my sides reached up, forward, and delicately wrapped around to her supple ass. I palmed them from the top down, my fingers pressing against the curve until they just slightly broke the seam of her shorts and her skin before I squeezed and pulled her hips to mine and against my hard cock. Her arms draped around my shoulders and the metal piercings surrounded by pillowy flesh stabbed into my chest. She gasped into my ear before closing her lips around my earlobe and sucking on it.

“Oh fuck.” I murmured before gripping her cheeks tighter, pulling her against me harder and spreading them.

I pulled her against me harder and she grunted, then bit my earlobe and started grinding against me.

Amanda giggled something in Spanish and the artist pulled away and looked at her with a red face before looking outside.

She reminded her that the windows are glass.

The artist slipped her hand down my and slid her thumb inside the waistband of my shorts, and dragged it to the side. I trembled and spasmed at her touch, my cock tingling and twitching as she squealed in delight before turning away from me.

“It’s going to be a long session.” Amanda spoke up. “And I certainly wouldn’t want her distracted.” She said mischievously. “Maybe we should get it off her mind already, so she doesn’t have to wonder.”

Amanda walked over to the artist and seductively whispered something in her ear. Without hesitation, the artist snatched my hand and pulled me to the back corner of the studio, away from the windows to a single door where the bathroom was. She threw the door open, pulled me inside as she leaned against the sink, and pulled my hands to her waist, making me fall into her kiss.

She shoved her tongue inside my mouth as my hands slipped off her waist and onto the sink, supporting me against it. She undid the button of my shorts almost instantly, tore them open, and reached into them to feel my cock. It was hard within seconds at her grasp and I grunted into her mouth as she gave me a few pumps. She didn’t wait any longer before she shoved my shorts around down my ass and then spun to press hers against me.

As she rubbed against me, she folded her shorts down her thighs to reveal her perky ass and wet pussy underneath. She was wearing a red thong that matched her crimson hair, moved them to the side with one hand, then grasped my cock with the other and gasped as it parted her wet lips. She placed her hands on the sink, then one smooth motion sunk my cock all the way inside her with a heavy, sated grunt. Her arms pressed her dangling breast together in the mirror as she closed her eyes, dropped her head, and then began slamming her ass against me. My eyes rolled back as my hands caress her tight waist, and all I could do other than tremble was assist her movements as she fucked me.

I took a breath and steadied myself before I let my hands travel up her body. I palmed and squeezed her large breasts through her shirt, and she fucked me faster as I played with the metal in her nipples. I twisted and flicked them lightly, got rewarded with a squeal, then stretched her shirt down below her boobs, folding it underneath them so I could witness see their true majesty. I watched them bounce rhythmically in the mirror and saw Amanda appear behind me.

“I had to lock the door so nobody would walk in on us.” She whispered in my ear, and as she pressed her body against me, I instinctively leaned my back against her breast, feeling them squish into me.

“Are you gonna come soon, baby?” She asked. “We do have to start this tattoo after all.”

“Mmhm.” I whimpered, already feeling it build inside of me. “I’ll fuck harder and cum-”

“No.” She cut me off and smiled at me in the mirror. “You’re not gonna do anything. Don’t touch her, and let her fuck you.”

I nodded, and my arms fell limp at my side. Amanda yanked both of my arms behind me abruptly, pinning them together behind my back.

“Mommy’s free-use fucktoy is gonna be a good boy and take it.” She snarled in my ear.

“Oh fuck- oh fuck- oh fuck- I think- I think- I’m- I’m gonna-” I whimpered as my chin dropped my chest. I watched the artist's ass fuck me as I barely stood there, helpless, my weight supported by Amanda.

She slid one of her arms through my elbows, freed her other hand to wrap around the front of my body, and snatched my throat. She forced my head up, making me stare into the mirror.

“Be a good boy and watch.” She said sweetly.

The artist had a devilish grin on her beautiful face as she clearly exerted effort fucking me relentlessly. I made eye contact with her and she changed her rhythm to short, hard thrusts, slamming my cock inside of her every few seconds, accentuated by small gasps of pleasure. Simply seeing these two gorgeous goth women dominate me in the mirror was enough to send me over the edge, and my cock freely started pumping cum inside of her. I grunted out of my open mouth and met Amanda’s eyes.

They were aflame as she lifted her lips to my ear. “Be a good boy and fill Mommy‘s new friend full of cum.”

I wailed out loud, helpless and weak as my cock clenched and exploded with full force. I filled her and she extracted it from my cock with her walls. She lifted a hand between her legs and collected my cum as it spilled out of her dripping pussy. Her moans got louder and louder and higher pitched, her movements more erratic as she brought herself closer to orgasm while fucking my cum out of her. I was immobilized by Amanda, my body seizing as the artist fucked herself using me, pumping my cum out of her and into her hand, her ass hitting my hips faster and faster before her pussy gripped my cock like a vice and she screamed into the sink.

“Good boy.” Amanda whispered into my ear and I shivered.

“Thank you.” I whispered back.

Inch by inch the artist moved her ass forward, collecting the dripping cum from her pussy into her hand. When her lips finally let go of my cock, she leaned against the sink and I saw that her legs were shaking. She stood and spun back around, leaned her ass against the sink, then showed me her cupped hand that spilled my cum before she brought it to her lips and drand it. After she licked her hand clean she adjusted her panties quickly, pulled up her shorts, then dropped to her knees and licked my cock greedily, cleaning both of our fluids from me before standing up and giving me a quick kiss on the cheek.

She giggled happily, then practically skipped into the other room.

“Holy- fuck-” I breathed, still not quite comprehending what had just happened.

“Come on.” Amanda said as she let go of my arms, my throat, stuffed my cock back into my shorts and buttoned them. “There’s a couch you can lay down on if you need to.”

I nodded, still trying to catch my breath. She led me back to the main studio and sat me on a black leather couch that I collapsed into with a sigh. The artist had retrieved a long piece of paper with the sword drawn on it. Amanda fawned over it, and the artist was very happy. She then took it to a desk and began stenciling it onto another piece of paper. Amanda and the artist talked for a while as she did so and before long, she pulled up the piece of paper that had the sword imprinted onto it with purple ink. Amanda laid down on one of the tattoo tables after taking off her tank top, and the artist positioned the sword along her spine before peeling back the paper and showing the stencil. Amanda stood back up, didn’t bother to put on her tank top and walked towards me. Her breasts jiggled with every step and I stared at her, mouth gaping.

“You are so easy to please.” She remarked, smiling before she spun around and showed it to me. “What do you think?”

“It looks fucking awesome!” I said excited.

She turned back around, bent down to kiss me on the cheek, and when she stood back up she suffocated me with her boons, slapping them against my face few times before giggling and running back to the tattoo table.

What even is my life?

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Excerpt from How To Be A Trophy Husband Ch. 8 Rough Draft