Part 1

Part 2

He pinched my nipples between black-latex gloved fingers, he pinched hard. I gasped and giggled. This part always makes me nervous. When they take the jewelry out and out new metal in, and have to pinch your nipples and cup your tits. I know it’s just part of the job. But having a different man’s hands on me, touching me intimately, always feels exhilarating.

And sitting half-naked in front of a man you haven’t seen in a while can be a bit jarring and exciting. I felt sexy, slutty, and I secretly hoped he loved touching me. Did he just .. smell my hair?? Huh.

I could smell his sweat and cologne as he leaned in close. “Must be working really hard today.” I thought to myself, trying to stop my legs from shaking due to nerves. In my fantasy, I said this out loud. “A bit. Not much like work when you come around,” he laughed. I giggled and flashed him a wicked smile, simultaneously blushing bright pink. Maybe fuchsia. He noticed me, blushing, and smiled through his mask, kind (and sexy) eyes crinkling.

He placed one gloved hand on my stomach and told me to breathe slow and deep to ease my anxiety about changing out my jewelry. “I feel like such a complainer!” I whined, embarrassed, and he told me about his nipple piercings and other clients he has who have dozens of piercings but still feel faint when swapping out jewelry. “Thank god I’m not alone!” - Me “Not at all. Haha but I’m glad to do this for you. Any time.” - Him

My breathing grew fast and he could see and feel my chest rising and falling much faster. He finished inserting my new jewelry, hand still placed on my stomach, staring at his handiwork: the healed piercings from years ago, and the new sparkles on either side of each of my small, pink nipples.

He stood over me as I laid down on the wood table with black, vinyl padding. I placed a hand over his, taking a huge risk that he wanted to fuck me as much as I wanted to fuck him. He pulled down his mask, faster than I could think, and kissed me hard on the mouth, his tongue quickly finding mine, massaging it roughly against his. He smelled sweetly of sweat, faint cologne, stale cigarettes, and his mouth tasted of mint and nicotine. “Fuck” I moaned into his mouth, tangling my fingers in his hair, his fingers now tangled up in mine. “We have to be fast… can I fingerfuck you right here? Do you want to feel my fingers?” - Him “Mmhmm! Yes!” As quickly as I could moan my consent, he removed his gloves and slid a strong, veined hand into my panties, already soaked through to the front. He massaged my clit with his middle finger before gliding long, talented fingers down my slit, separating my folds, and slipped a finger easily into my pussy. I gasped and moaned, careful to stay quiet. It’s so hard for me to stay quiet but we’re in his studio and place of business, with other clients right outside.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me!” - Him “Oh my god your fingers feel so good… don’t stop” I begged, placing my hand on top of his, gently guiding him but he had no trouble quickly finding my clit, pinching it just like he pinched my nipples. “I didn’t know you were such a dirty girl. You gonna cum for me like this?” - he said rough, ragged into my ear. His voice less gentle, less meditative than it was previously. He’s normally extremely calm, like a Buddhist monk. I’d never seen this side of him. “If you keep this up, yeah, I’m gonna cum….”- I sighed.

I imagined if he has a dark side. I imagined what he’d do to me if he had more time. I wonder what his cock looks like, feels like. Tastes like. He fingered me with his middle and ring fingers as his palm and thumb bumped against my clit, rhythmically. Expertly. Kissing me hard on the mouth. This guy FUCKS. I wonder how many women he’s fucked like this. Men? Is he married or partnered? If so, he doesn’t wear a ring. But I do.

I began bucking my hips up into his hand, wet with my juices, as he began to finger me more roughly, biting my neck, kissing me hard on the mouth, his hands working quickly on my pussy.

“Ohh you’re gonna cum for me aren’t you?” - He whispered into my ear. Gently at first, with a smile and kindness in his eyes when I looked up at him. He quickly became more serious, eyes darkening.

“Cum for me, right now..” he fucked me with two fingers hard, fast, one hand on me and inside me, while his other hand, still gloved, covered my mouth to muffle my whines and cries. I bucked harder, whimpering, a puddle, and quickly came around his fingers. He fucked me through my orgasm, holding down my hips, not stopping until I started to push his hand away, breathing hard.

After we breathed together, calming down, he kissed me softly and said he needed to get ready for his next client, and thanked me for coming in. “It was good to see you. Come back soon. Let me know if you need anything in the meantime.” he grinned, seemingly quite proud of himself for making his client cum so hard, so fast. I beamed back at him and left the shop, panties wet, still feeling the memory of his fingers inside me, and got in my car to go home.