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Your comments welcome at bigsexygrrl@~remove~hotmail.com ---------------------------------------- "pierced" - Chapter 3 of "Education of a Princess" The room smelled faintly of antiseptic, incense and stale cigarette smoke. Heavy beat rock played in the front room, and the sound of deep voices filtered through the beaded curtain. She shivered in the vinyl barber's chair, nervously spinning it from side to side with one black booted foot. A scoop necked baby T shirt hugged her ample breasts and left her flat belly exposed. The dark cotton contrasted with the milk white of her skin, and her hair glowed like spun copper under the florescent lights. A short skirt of sheer loose fabric barely covered the tops of her thighs, and rode higher with every twist she made in the chair. She chewed one finger nail idly, nervous anticipation radiating in the way she twitched at every sound. "Cut it out, Princess" he said. "Fingers out of your mouth." She swiflty pressed her hand back into her lap, holding it in place with a visible show of effort. Her eyes met his across the room, and she tried for his sake to smile. It was a weak effort, but the best she could do under the circumstances. Almost a full year of patient tutelage had left her attuned to his every emotion, her mind in synch with the very nuances in his voice. He could still make her weak in the knees with one smile, a glance, the touch of his fingers on her back. That was how she had ended up in this chair on a warm Saturday afternoon. "How much longer, Frank?" she asked in a pleading tone. "Can you ask them for me?" His eyes met hers, and saw the traces of fear that lay there. He walked over to her, a tall powerful man with touches of gray at his temples. Well dressed in a sharply cut suit, with a thickly muscled physique, he was still obviously her senior by at least twenty years. A strong hand reached out and caressed her cheek, one long finger toying with her lower lip.She greedliy sucked it into her mouth, teeth grazing it softly. "Soon, Princess" he whispered, his other hand rubbing her breasts gently. "Waiting is part of the game - you of all people should know that. All things to those who wait." With a small smile, he pulled his finger from her mouth, reaching under skirt to probe her pussy. It never failed - one touch, and she flowed for him. Nipples sprang up like hard little rocks, stretching the thin fabric of her t shirt. Her thighs ached, and she felt the vinyl chair grow sticky with her sweat. Eyes closed, she let herself be soothed by the rythymic strokes his fingers played in her cunt, all worry gone from her body. "You want to do this for me, don't you?' he whispered in her ear. "Don't you want to make me happy?" Her sighs answered him, and she ground down on his finger. Thumb and finger closed over her left nipple, tweaking it soflty, stretching it out until she moaned in pain. The clacking of beads drew them back to reality, and she gazed over Frank's shoulders at the man who had entered. Pushing the beaded curtains aside, he was not what she had expected. No bearded biker or tattooed punk, this - a slim boy barely out of his teens, with smooth brown skin and tiny dreadlocks. His smile and quiet cough let them know what he had seen, and she blushed a soft pink under his mild gaze. Frank stepped back as the boy walked to her side and introduced himself with a sing song island lilt. She tried not to stare at the tray he uncovered, tried not to look at what it contained. She looked at Frank instead, leaning casually against the wall, hands in his pockets. He smiled at her, and she knew that she could do it. She pulled up her T shirt, exposing the flesh of her breasts, her skin puckering from the cold. Hard nipples sprang out like wild cherries, sweet thick fruit ripe for the picking. "You're sure?" the boy asked, gazing at her skin. Her voice was soft, but steady. "Yes, I'm sure. The left one, please." Metal on metal in the tray, as the boy looked back at Frank. She was watching him too, her eyes locked on his. His warm slow smile picked her up and held her, spun her down deep alleys of mystery. She realised she wanted this as much as he did, maybe more. To have something secret for him, for his pleasure. She shivered as the boy took one pink nipple in his fingers, his gentle touch making her pussy contract.Frank knew it, too. The bulge in his pants twitched suddenly, and she saw his hands working idly in his pocket, toying with his prick. Brown fingers pulled her nipple tight, and the boy told her to close her eyes if she was afraid. "Do it" she said - "Pierce me". And so he did. Her eyes locked on Frank's, and she gave this to him, this feeling, this gift. She sent it to him in waves, exquisite pain that seared through her, cold metal plunging into her body. A soft cry escaped her lips, and her cunt convulsed in sympathy. Panting lightly now, Frank's eyes held her in place, his hand moving faster, stretching the fabric of his light wool suit. The burn of alcohol hit her like a knife, and the boy moved back to survey his work. One small metal bar pierced her left nipple, stretching the skin tight. It throbbed gently, feeling bruised and tender at the touch of the air.Her breathing grew ragged at the pain, her eyes observing Frank's hands roaming feverishly in his pockets. "Are you feeling faint?" the boy asked, mistaking her harsh breathing for distress. "Yes, a little. Let me rest here for a minute, OK?" The boy nodded, brushing past Frank as he pushed through the curtains. "Does it hurt?" Frank asked her, more curious than concerned. "Is it sore?" She nodded, gazing down at her tit in no little wonder. "Poor baby. Let me kiss it better". He walked in front of her, his head dipping down so he could brush his tongue lightly across her tortured nipple. He pushed her skirt up over her hips, one finger deep in her before she could even move. "Poor baby", he rasped again as he fucked her, first with one finger, then two. His rings brushed her clit, the rasp of metal making her groan. "Poor little thing". Her hand found his prick, pulled him loose from his confines. He was swollen and hard, and she pushed herself forward on the sticky vinyl seat, hips thrust up to allow him entry. She shuddered into orgasm almost as soon as he was in her, and he was not far behind. He pulled out in one smooth movement, wiping himself dry with a tissue from the table near by. Tucked back into his pants now, he gazed again at her nipples, a contemplative look on his face. "We should do the other one next week." ------------------ "The Education of a Princess" Chapter One - "Expelled" Chapter Two - "Letter to an Absent Lover" Chapter Three - "pierced" Chapter Four - "She Danced For Him" comments? questions? critiques? email me at bigsexygrrl@~remove~hotmail.com ----- "The Education of a Princess" Chapter 1 - "Expelled" Chapter 2 - "Letter to an Absent Lover" Chapter 3 - "pierced" Chapter 4 - "She danced for him..." Chapter 5 - "Paris in the Spring Time" Chapter Six - ??? 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