Steph lay on the tattooist’s table. Fitz, the tattooist told her that he would have to shave her pubic hair for her tattoo. She stood, took off her skirt and dropped her knickers to the floor. She lay back down and spread her legs. While she was doing this Fitz got the shaving gear ready.

He turned and looked at her. His breath caught. She was showing him her sweet looking pussy. He got down on his knees and placed a hot cloth on her pubes. Then he began to trim her hair. She loved it. Pussy juice dripped from her hungry cunt.

Fitz noticed this. He said nothing but continued. He applied shaving cream to her trimmed pubes. Before long he had shaved her clean. His fingers strayed a little while he was doing it. More than once they brushed her clit. She let out quiet gasps when he did this. Finally he finished and he stood and admired his work. Steph was wet, wetter than she had been for a long time, certainly wetter than her husband made her.

She looked into his eyes. No words were spoken but they both knew what was about to happen. Fitz undid his jeans. He was commando so as he dropped them his magnificent cock sprang into view. He was hard, really hard, and Steph gasped at his size. He would have to have been ten inches and as thick as her wrist.

She licked her lips as he climbed on top of her and lunged forward. Without a word of warning his cock penetrated her. He adjusted slightly as his cock entered her tight cunt. Then he pushed further. He was deeper that her husband had ever been and Steph loved it.

A loud moan escaped her lips as he continued to plumb her depths. Her moaning got louder the deeper he went. Suddenly she was fully impaled. Fitz stopped, waited and then slowly withdrew. Then he thrust into her again.

Once more, slowly he withdrew and thrust into her. He then began a slow rhythm of thrusting and withdrawing. Steph was in heaven. She couldn’t control her moaning and groaning. His cock reached her very core. It was amazing.

Her first orgasm arrived suddenly. As Fitz was thrusting Steph came. She had never come that quickly before. Her breathing was ragged and she just clung to him while her body went crazy. Her pussy juice dripped out of her.

Fitz kept up his fucking. Shortly he moved in quick, short thrusts. His cock throbbed and then he came. As he did Steph felt the hot gushes of cum in her cunt. It set off a second orgasm. She shook with pleasure as Fitz plunged into her depths.

When he finished he just lay on top of her trying to regain his breath.

“Oh Fitz,” she exclaimed, “I’ve never come twice like that before. Your cock is magnificent and you sure know how to use it.”

“My pleasure, Steph. That was one great fuck. Now get yourself cleaned up and we’ll do this tattoo.”

Steph cleaned up as best she could.

Fitz found a cloth for her to use. Eventually she was ready. Funnily enough it was only now that Fitz was drawing the tattoo by the side of her pussy that she thought of her husband Phil. It wasn’t a good thought either.

She had just had the best sex ever with a huge cock. Her husband’s dick was tiny, not even four inches fully hard. He also hated body art, tattoos and piercings. Steph was about to get a tattoo drawn by the man who fucked her.

Steph was euphoric. Fitz had used her but she had enjoyed it immensely. As he began the actual tattoo all she could think of was that she had to fuck him again. If her husband found out or objected she would do it anyway. He was a tiny-dicked wimp of a man. Fitz was a real man.

The tattoo was finished in about an hour. It was a red heart with devils horns and tail coming from it. It was both beautiful and sinister. Fitz kissed it after he was done. Then he told her that she would need to come back in every day so he could personally make sure it was perfect and infection free. He looked at her slyly as he said this. Steph knew exactly what sort of treatment she would be getting. Her pussy moistened at the thought.

The following evening saw Steph visiting Fitz again. His partner, who happened to be his twin brother, was there this time too. The only way she could tell the difference between the two men was their tattoos. Steve, Fitz’s brother, didn’t have any tattoos on his hands.

Fitz took Steph to the back room. They both stripped and Steph lay down on the table. Fitz climbed onto her and, without much ceremony, entered her and began to fuck. This time he fucked her hard right from the start. It was quick and before five minutes were up they had both cum.

Fitz climbed off and left Steph lying there. Steve came in, dropped his pants and climbed onto Steph. She glimpsed his cock as he did so and he looked to be the same size as his brother. She certainly felt no difference as he impaled her on his cock.

Steve made love to her. He kissed her passionately and was more caring in his movements. He fucked her slowly, enjoying the build up. Steph came and Steve kept going. She stayed on an orgasmic high until Steve came in her. She was euphoric. She had never fucked two guys in a row like that before and she wanted it again.

Steph came back to the tattoo parlour every day for a week. She had never been so thoroughly fucked before. She began to look at her life with Phil. She loved him but not to sleep with any more. She had been introduced to big cocks and didn’t want to go back to Phil’s tiny dick. Fitz and Steve wanted to keep fucking her, too. They had a few ideas to make Steph their slut and she was well on the way. Steph wanted nothing more than to submit sexually to them.