I was waiting for my new customer Gulya. She had made an appointment to have a tattoo made on her upper right arm. I saw many beautiful women in my profession but none were like her. Although she already had several tattoos her necklace directed the attention towards her cleavage. As I started working on the shoulder part of the tattoo, I could constantly see her massive breasts.
She sensed how guilty I felt about it “I’m not ashamed of them so you shouldn’t be ashamed to look at them. Especially as you’re working on my tattoo. You can consider staring at them as a bonus.” She smiled and bounced them up and down a few times to emphasize her point. She was very talkative and open minded. Telling me about her hobbies and interests in life. She also told me about her work as a plumber. Not the job I’d expect a woman like her to be doing but I wasn’t one to judge.
She said she had gotten used to all the plumber jokes by now. She couldn’t count the number of times her clients had told her how they’d clean up her pipes and give her a good flush. I noticed that as she was telling these pick-up lines to me her voice started to change. It was subtle at first but eventually it started to sound like she was reading dirty jokes out loud with maximal sexual innuendo.
As the jokes kept getting dirtier, she started whispering them to me so that no one else in the parlour could hear what she said. It was impossible for me to fully conceal my excitement. She must have seen the bulge in my pants at some point. Once I was done with her tattoo, she put her hand on my knee and slid it upwards my thigh. She leaned it and whispered to me “here’s my card if you ever need me to drain your pipes.” She rose from the chair and I looked at her eyes. They had a strange predatorial glow in them. She thanked me for the good work and walked towards the exit. She turned around at the door and winked at me while slowly sliding her hand up and down the vertical handle a few times before stepping out to the street.
I ran into Gulya accidentally two weeks later. She seemed a bit disappointed that I hadn’t contacted her. I tried to think of something and I told her that I just wanted to give her tattoo some time to heal and that I had misplaced her card. In truth that glow in her eyes had given me the chills and I was afraid to contact her. Well to be precise my mind was afraid but my dick was ready to go the second she gave me her number.
“How thoughtful of you. But also, so cute. You think you could hurt me? Break me?”, she said smiling. Her face turned serious as she grabbed me by the throat and pulled me close “I know you’re bullshitting me. Since the light flirting didn’t do the trick with you here’s the truth. I like to give men the illusion that they’re in control by making them contact me. But in reality, I’m the manbreaking juggernaut. When I see a man that I want I don’t take no for an answer. I’ll take them to my den where they’ll plead and beg many times before I’ll let them leave. I don’t care what the real reason that you didn’t contact me was because you’re going to come with me right now.”
She sounded so intimidating that I was too afraid to say anything or even shake my head. She interpreted my silence as a yes. Holding my hand tightly she led me to her apartment. She had additional locks on her door that she closed after we were inside. I guess she wasn’t kidding when she said I could only leave when she allowed it. That day I just tried to survive by performing according to her wishes as best as I could.
The look in her eyes kept me on my toes the whole time. I never dared to say no to anything she suggested. It quickly became clear that she was a true nymphomaniac. The sex was actually quite vanilla with various positions but there was just so much of it. She teased and edged me for as long and often as she could. Making me beg for a release. And when she allowed me to cum the orgasms were the most intense ones I had ever experienced. She drained me over ten times that day.
When she was ready to let me go, she opened the front door for me. She had a warm smile on her face. I couldn’t see that predatorial glow in her eyes anymore. The beast inside her was now satisfied. For now, at least. She looked happy as she gave me a hug and I felt her breasts touch my chest one more time. The next day my dick felt like it was on fire because of all that thrusting and grinding. My balls didn’t stop aching for days. When I saw her entering the tattoo parlour again a year later, she looked at me with that same predatorial glow in her eyes. I was terrified... and exited at the same time.
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