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The Tattoo: Part 3
copyright 2004 by Stormbringer


Paige was a black cock loving slut. She was in Key West on her honeymoon
with her handsome white husband and all she could think about were black
men. She'd even fucked the black bartender at the motel's tiki bar last
night and then serviced two white men after they blackmailed her.

Paige and George were riding mopeds the next morning around old town Key
West and she was having a good time with her husband and for some reason
that surprised her. Her pussy throbbed and it wasn't from the vibrations
of the moped. The tattoo of a black cock hidden beneath her blonde pubes
had started throbbing last night.

Paige took the lead, passing her husband. She signaled a left turn as
she neared a familiar looking street. It was the street the evil
tattooist lived on. She slowed the moped as she neared his house. A "for
rent" sign was placed on the front yard and the house appeared empty.
She wasn't sure why she was looking. What would she say if she saw
Master Yaphet again? She pictured his muscular tattooed body standing
before her, his African features not as ugly as she remembered.

Later, after returning the mopeds, the couple walked up Duval street for
the nightly sunset celebration on Mallory Square. The sidewalks were
narrow and crowded so Paige found herself following George. It got more
crowded as they neared the end of the street. George paused before
stepping aside. Paige watched his eyes run up and down the woman's body
who had just handed him a leaflet. The woman was a hot young thing in a
tiny bikini. Paige checked out the girl too as she turned to give a
bunch of women some pamphlets. The girl was wearing a thong bikini and
the words "Black cocks only" were tattooed on her ass.

George was walking again. Paige watched him crumble up the paper and
toss it inside a trash can as they passed. She reached in and grabbed
the paper as she passed the trash can. She uncrumpled the pamphlet and
recognized it was the same as the one that lead her to Master Yaphet.
The only difference was he had a new location. She folded the paper up
and put it in her purse.
 
They enjoyed watching the street theater on Mallory Square, followed by
the sunset. George and Paige then went to find a place to eat. After
dinner they stopped in a few of the more famous Key West bars and had
some drinks. As it grew later, George suggested finishing the night at
the tiki bar, but changed his mind when he saw some gay men sitting at
the bar talking to Max, the black bartender. Max winked at her as she
passed and she smiled back at him.

George stripped almost as soon as they got back in their room. He laid
back on their bed. "Come on Mrs Thompson, Mr Thompson wants to take you
on a long ride."

"More like a short ride," she said sarcastically looking at his lame six
inch penis.

"What?" he asked taken aback.

"Sorry, I'm just tired and don't have much energy."

Paige stripped and mounted her husband, pretending to enjoy it. The
tattoo on her crotch was throbbing as she fucked her husband. It seemed
to throb outward or twist away each time, George's penis buried itself
inside her. It was almost as if her pussy was rejecting or repulsed by
her husband's penis. Paige wasn't sure how long she could fake this.
Even now her pussy wasn't producing much lubrication and she had to
think about Luthor, Abe, or Max just to make sex with George bearable.

Afterwards, Paige grabbed her purse and went to the bathroom to clean
George's sperm out of her. As she sat on the toilet, she unfolded the
paper leading to the tattooist's apartment. She stared at it and found
herself growing hornier, her pussy wanting satisfaction from a real man,
a black man.

Naked, Paige walked out to George and found he was already asleep,
snoring peacefully, sleeping the contented sleep of a man who had just
gotten laid. Well, good for him, now it was her turn. Paige crept over
to the balcony and opened the door. Her bikini hung over the railing.
She retrieved it and put it on. Paige then snuck out of the room to go
find Max.

As Paige came within sight of the tiki bar, she noticed Max still had a
small crowd sitting around the bar. Worse, two of the drinkers were the
assholes that had blackmailed her into sex last night. Paige turned
around not knowing what to do. Her pussy was throbbing like crazy,
almost like a fast drum beat, the beat of African drums on the
Serengetti plain. Paige's hand slid under her bikini bottoms, her
fingers sliding through her pubic hair, and over the hidden tattoo. They
dipped into her pussy and found she was now producing lubrication. Fuck!
She needed black cock! 

A wave of hatred washed over Paige. This was all that black bastard's
fault. Well, if he could turn her into a black cock loving slut, then he
could turn her back. Paige had left the pamphlet in her room, but she
coulfd still picture the directions to the Master's new apartment. Paige
turned and headed for the still crowded streets of Key West. The
beautiful young school teacher attracted a lot of attention walking past
the bars in a skimpy bikini near midnight.
 
Paige found the new location easily. Amber was sitting on the porch
along with the girl who had given George the pamphlet. Both were wearing
skimpy bikinis and Paige found it shameful to be wearing something like
that this time of the night. Both girls were staring at the same porno
magazine.

Paige's heart skipped a beat when Master Yaphet appeared. The giant
tattooed black man held the door as a handsome white couple left the
building. They both had bandages on their arms from where they'd just
gotten tattoos. "Thanks," they both said to Yaphet and Paige noticed the
pretty young woman glance down at the black man's bulge. They left and
headed up the street while Yaphet disappeared into the house. 

The two young women looked up startled as Paige stepped up onto the
porch. "Welcome sister," they said breaking into pleased smiles.

"Take me to that black bastard this instant."

"Of course, the master has been expecting you," said Amber. "Rachel, go
inform the master that our new sister is here."

"Gladly." Rachel leaned forward, Amber bending her head so that the two
girl's lips met. The kissed deeply before Rachel went off. She returned
quickly. "The master will see you now."

Paige followed Amber and Rachel into the home's living room. There was
no television stereo or any modern form of entertainment. Two long
couches formed an aisle leading to the room's centerpiece, a recliner
sitting on an elevated platform. The whole room seemed set up like a
throne room. The tattooist sat on the recliner. Yaphet smiled at her as
she entered. He was wearing only a robe. "Ah," he said in his deep
voice, "it is the one who wanted the confederate flag tattoo."

"I'm here hoping you'll make me go back to normal again." Paige tried to
be calm not wanting to upset or insult the giant black man.

"No, you're are not. You are here to surrender your mind and body to me.
You are here to take your rightful place serving me."

"NO! I am here with my husband on my honeymoon. All I want is to return
to him and be his wife not some slut for every black man I see."

"You are not a slut for black men. You are my slut. Your attraction to
black men has been an attempt to be with me. Now that you have found me,
you will no longer need to be with other black men. I don't like to
share my slaves."

"Please let me go."

"No. You are the hottest woman to ever come to me wanting a tattoo on
her crotch. I can't let you get away."

"FUCK YOU!" screamed Paige starting to sob. "I didn't want a tattoo on
my crotch. You talked me into it somehow."

Yaphet threw his head back and laughed. "That's right. I did talk you
into it. "I'll show you how."

Yaphet stood and untied his robe. He pulled it open and let it fall to
his feet. All three women gasped. Paige gasped because of the size of
his monster penis. It was soft, but very plump, the head swung close to
his knee nearly a foot from the base. The black man even had to stand
with his legs slightly apart because his testicals were so large. Paige
was able to pull her eyes from it momentarily to look at Rachel and
Amber. Their gasps were closer to moans. Rachel had placed a hand under
her bikini bottoms. Amber was squeezing her nipples. Both girls had just
orgasmed as Yaphet's mighty cock appeared. Paige's tattoo was throbbing
sending spasms through her body. Her nipples also grew hard and her
pussy started gushing lubrication. Yaphet pointed at a tattoo on his
leg. "This is the Swahili symbol for persuasion."

His tattoos were dark and hard to see against his black skin, but Paige
could make out a myriad of strange symbols. On her first visit, he had
told her some meant, strong, powerful, and virile. "Your tattoos give
you power?" asked Paige rhetorically. 

"Duh," laughed Amber still staring hungrily at Yaphet's cock. Rachel was
licking her lips.

"They never get enough of my cock." Yaphet sat back down on his
chair/throne, cock and balls dangling over the edge of the cushion.

"The master covers it up sometimes just to tease us," said Rachel.

"And I let them cover up...a little when working. Remove your bikinis."

Paige looked left then right. Both Rachel and Amber were removing their
skimpy bikinis. Paige was horrified to see the girls obeying his
commands like true slaves. Paige finished stepping out of her bikini
bottoms and tossed 
her top aside. "No," she whispered realizing she had just obeyed him
also. "What did your tattoo do to me?" Paige saw that both Amber and
Rachel had shaved crotches and tattoos identical to her own.

"The erect cock represents me, your master, and the shackles represent
your bondage to my will." 

"But how did I know to come here? To wear a bikini?" Paige found herself
liking being nude in this room and didn't even desire to put the bikini
back on. She thought it might feel constricting.

Amber responded. "We are linked emphathicaly. I got branded in New
Orleans during Mardi Gras. When my master called, I hitchhiked from
Oregon. I began wearing less and less until I was just in my bra and
panties. Luckily, the truck driver was black and kept me satisfied for
awhile. The master likes lingerie and bikinis. We sense what he wants
and give it to him. If he wants my ass tonight, I will be on all fours
holding my butt cheeks apart without him telling me. He wanted me to
answer your question for him. It isn't truly telepathy, we just know
what pleases him." 

Rachel chimed in. She seemed to concentrate a moment. "The master is
hungry for an omelet and I will have one ready for him when he opens his
eyes in the morning."

"No way," said Paige. Even thinking this was bull shit, she began
walking towad Yaphet because he wanted a blow job. He spread his legs
open and she kneeled between them. She didn't touch his cock because he
wanted to show her something.

"Erect!" Yaphet's cock slapped against his stomach with a thud. It had
turned from limp to hard with one word. 

When getting tattooed, Paige had noticed a snake tattoo on Yaphet's
stomach. The snake's body rose from his crotch, straight as an arrow,
the head formed serpentine around his navel. It was very phallic and the
snake had a white, forked tongue that could of been sperm erupting from
a giant penis. Yaphet's hard cock fitted perfectly into that tattoo down
to the serpentine head. His cock now looked like it had white sperm
shooting from the tip or a white forked tongue. His huge ball sack was
now openly displayed. He even had a tattoo on it, that must of been very
painful.
 
"It means fertility," he said, answering her silent question. Just as he
finished speaking, a baby started crying in another room. Rachel
promptly headed in the direction of the noise. "You may come suck it
now."

Despite hating the man, Paige yearned for the monster between his legs.
She scooted forward and took it in her hand. Yaphet's huge cock wouldn't
budge. Paige grabbed it with both hands and had to exert a lot of
strength to get it to bend down towards her mouth. Finally, it moved and
Paige sat up on her knees, bringing her mouth down over the head of his
cock.

Master Yaphet's penis was perfect. It shamed even her other black
lover's cocks. Paige bobbed her head rapidly over the serpentine tip.
She swallowed a little more with each downward thrust of her head until
it entered her throat. Even sucking Max's huge cock wasn't much practice
compared to this one. Paige's throat barely stetched wide enough to
accomodate the thick cock, but it did just make it and she continued
swallowing more until she had taken a good ten inches. At that point she
started bobbing her head again, deepthroating him as much as possible.

"Stop!" Yaphet barked. Paige looked up at him while half his cock was
still buried down her throat. "Remove your head from my cock and go play
with yourself on the couch."

Paige backed off his cock, shaking her head with denial. She turned and
sat on the couch. Even as she sat, Amber had taken her place between the
master's legs and was vigorously sucking Yaphet's giant cock. Amber was
obviously a lot more familiar with it, because in no time her nose was
buried in his pubic hair.

"You may speak, Paige. Tell me what you are thinking."

Paige was waching the black man through half-lidded eyes. Her finger was
between her legs, massaging her clit, sometimes dipping into her wet
pussy. "It should be me. Not her. I can do better. Please, let me suck
your cock again. Please," Paige begged, starting to cry.
He was a monster to let her suck on such a magnificent cock only to take
it from her.

Rachel returned to the room and quickly knelt down besides Amber. Yaphet
stood up from his chair to give the two girls easier access to his cock.
They kneeled on either side of him, kissing his shaft and testicals.
They shared his cock. Amber took the lead. She bent in towards her and
sucked for awhile before bending it over to Rachel. Paige had an orgasm
watching them suck on it.  

Amber and Rachel sucked on it for some time before both girl's suddenly
stopped and withdrew their mouths. Amber pointed Yaphet's cock towards
Paige. Paige looked up at Yaphet for permission. He nodded and she
jumped down off the couch. The three girls formed a triangle with Paige
at the tip, Amber on her left and Rachel on her right. Paige could only
suck on the tip while the other two licked up and down the shaft. Both
of the girl's tongues often licked Paige's mouth where Yaphet's cock
disappeared between her lips.

There was no warning when he came. Paige was gagging on cum even before
she felt his cock jerk as he ejaculated. She gulped as her mouth
completely filled with sperm. The second wad pushed her head back and
Amber took her place. A stream of semen shot out, splattering on Paige's
face before Amber got her mouth over it. Amber moaned contentedly before
pushing it quickly over to Rachel. Rachel took the cockhead in her
mouth, her cheeks quickly bulging out with sperm. Paige swore that
Rachel trembled from an orgasm as she swallowed Yaphet's cum. Rachel
stroked forwards on his shaft, milking it for any remaining drops. 

Yaphet sat back down in his chair when his cock quit yeilding sperm.
Rachel then turned her hungry eyes to the sperm coating Paige's face.
Both Amber and Rachel began licking the sperm off Paige's face. Paige
found herself kissing them, her lips parting so that first Rachel's,
then Amber's tongue could slip inside her mouth. Paige found she enjoyed
the close contact with other women and the thought of what that might
imply scared her.

"Enough," said Yaphet. Amber and Rachel stood, helping Paige to her
feet. They led Paige over to the couch and sat her at the end closest to
Yaphet while they sat beside her. Paige stared at Yaphet's huge cock
which had quickly deflated and hung over the chair once again. "Erect,"
he said and the penis thumped back up against Yaphet's muscular stomach.
Rachel and Amber moaned at the sight and Paige felt her own pussy throb
with excitement.

Yaphet stood off the chair again, then it was his turn to kneel. He was
so big, that his cock lined right up with the three girl's crotches
where they sat on the couch and it was pointed at Paige's pussy first.
"Do you want this?"

Paige squeezed her eyes shut to fight saying the truth, but it didn't
work. "Yes, you monster. I want it." She turned a look filled with
hatred on him. Paige softened her look as she stared up into his face.
She hadn't realized how handsome he was.

Yaphet rubbed his big knobby cockhead up and down her wet slit. Paige
moaned as the head pressed against her and her labia parted for it.
"Don't orgasm," said Yaphet. He pounded his hips several times, his cock
forcing it's way deeper inside Paige's pussy.

Paige's gaze alternated from looking down at the monster cock forcing
it's way deep inside her to looking up at his brutish face with his
handsome African features. Yaphet's eyes never left her face. Whenever
she looked up at him, their gaze met. She felt something pass between
them as they stared into each others eyes. "Fuck me, master." He wanted
her to talk. "Fuck me with that big black cock." He wanted her to
vocalize what she was feeling. "Fuck me harder. Gimme that big black
cock." Paige wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of telling him
how much she was enjoying this. "I love it. I love your black cock,
master." Paige realized she'd been talking all along. She would of
cried, but her whole body felt too good. He was deeper then even Max had
been. Paige felt a giant orgasm building, but it was like someone had
built a dam inside her pussy. Yaphet's great cockhead kept pounding
against the damn. Each time he hit, her pending orgasm seemed to grow,
but he never broke through. The next thing she knew, her pussy was
empty. "Noooo!," she cried. "I need to cum."

Yaphet laughed evily. He stood, towering above Paige, his cock rampant
and mighty, jutting out fourteen inches from his crotch. She reached up
for it, but he stepped back. Yaphet moved to kneel between Rachel's
legs. His well lubricated cock easily entered her soaked pussy. "You may
cum," he said to Rachel, grinning over at Paige.

Paige was writhing with frustration on the couch. Two fingers were
shoved in her pussy and her free hand was squeezing and tugging on her
right nipple. She needed to cum so bad, but the dam wouldn't break. 

"Cumming," screamed Rachel with only his cockhead in her. Yaphet pushed
deeper. Rachel's pussy was obviously used to his big weapon because she
took it all rather easily and he began pounding her with it. "Cumming.
Oh god, I love it. Aaah. Fuck me. Fu...cumming. Can't stop cumming.
Can't take it. Ooh oh yes. More. No more. Oh fuck it's so good." This
went on for fifteen minutes until Yaphet suddenly quit bucking his hips
and held his cock deep inside her. Rachel screamed loudly as a huge
orgasm burst from her. Paige watched jealously as Rachel passed out from
the pleasure. 

"Do you wish to taste my sperm again?" asked Yaphet withdrawing his
rapidly deflating penis from Rachel's pussy. 

"Yes," said Paige.

"Well there's plenty." He nodded his head at Rachel's gaping pussy.
Sperm was pouring our of it. 

"But..."

"But what? You want my sperm, go lick it up."

The thing that surprised Paige the most was that the idea didn't disgust
her like it should. Rachel, and Amber too for that matter, were very
attractive young women. Paige quit playing with herself and rolled over
to line herself up with the unconcious girl's pussy.

"Erect," said Yaphet. The giant black man had now positioned himself
betwen Amber's legs.
Amber was holding her pussy lips apart for him. Yaphet noticed Paige's
gaze. He looked at Amber and said, "cum." Amber suddenly shuddered from
an orgasm with Yaphet's cockhead still inches from her pussy.

Paige bent her head down and began lapping up strands of semen from
Rachel's thighs before moving up to her crotch. The sounds of heavy
fucking started next to her. Amber was also having continous multiple
orgasms and every bit as vocal about it as Rachel had been. 

Soon Paige was digging her tongue between the folds of Rachel's labia
trying to lap up every drop of sperm she could get. Rachel suddenly came
alive. Paige felt Rachel's hand carressing her hair and Rachel's crotch
soon began subtly raising itself into Paige's tongue. "Oh god," moaned
Rachel. "Can't take much more." Rachel came again while humping Paige's
mouth. 

Paige finished sucking the sperm out of Rachel's pussy about five
minutes before Yaphet deposited a fresh batch inside Amber.
Paige got down on all fours and moved in to lap up Amber's sperm filled
pussy.

"Erect," said Yaphet's voice behind her. His hands grabbed her thin
waist. Paige's tongue was on Amber's pussy when she felt Yaphet's
cockhead press against her pussy. She was stll stretched out from her
earlier penetration and several inches of the black man's penis easily
pushed into her. 

"May I cum?" asked Paige more frustrated then ever. 

"Tell me what you are first."

"Ah-ugh," cried Paige as Yaphet pushed at least half his cock into her
and her nose went straight into Amber's spread pussy. "I'm a slut for
black cock."

""No. Your attraction to black men was just leading you to me."

"Oh god, pleeese let me cum. I'm a slut for your black cock. I'm your
slut, master."

Yaphet began fucking her at a medium pace. "Finish sucking my sperm out
of that pussy and I may let you cum." Yaphet paused to watch her attack
Amber's pussy. When he started thrusting his hips again, he helped push
her tongue in deeper into Amber. "There is only my cock. You will fuck
no more white men. You will fuck no more black men. Love me. Serve me.
Love what I love."

"I'm done, master. May I cum?" Paige returned her mouth to Amber's
pussy. She no longer wanted to lick it to eat her master's sperm. She
just wanted to eat Amber's pussy some more. Yaphet loved his sluts and
so too did Amber. She balanced her elbows on the edge of the couch and
reached up to fondle Amber's beautiful big breasts. Amber grabbed her
wrists with one hand and her hair with the other. Amber came hard as
Paige vigorously ate her pussy.

"You may cum when I cum."

Yaphet started fucking Paige hard, too hard for her to continue licking
Amber's pussy. Paige raised her head and layed her cheek down on Amber's
stomach. Amber leaned up and held  
Paige's shoulders to help keep her still. Each thrust of Yaphet's cock
probed deeper into Paige. She loved it, loved every inch of it. Fucking
Yaphet was heaven on earth, but she felt she might die from frustration.
Just when she thought she couldn't take it anymore, Yaphet's cock jerked
as he buried it and held it still. A powerful jet of sperm hosed her
womb and the dam finally burst.

Paige found herself overwhelmed with pleasure. Her orgasm was huge and
unending. It continued as long Yaphet's cock continued to shoot sperm
inside her. Darkness filled her eyesight and her conciousness began
slipping away. The last thing Paige heard was Yaphet's voice saying,
"Forget your previous life. There is only me." 

*****************

George woke up alone. 

He climbed out of bed, stretched, and was surprised to find Paige wasn't
in the restroom. He threw some shorts on and left the room thinking his
wife was probably going for a morning swim or getting a soda, but she
was nowhere to be found. Curious, but not yet worried, he returned to
the room determined to wait for his wife. Hours passed.

George finally called the police late in the afternoon. The policeman
that arrived to take his statement was polite asking the usual
questions. He wanted to know if they'd had a fight, if Paige had been
drunk or used drugs. 
The bottomline was that they needed 48 hours to declare her missing, but
the police would be on the lookout for any female matching her
description.

George had a difficult time calling Paige's parents, but he did his
duty. Paige's dad offered to come down immediately, but George told him
to wait another day. George left a note for Paige should she show up. He
left to wander the city. And he found his wife.

"Paige?" George called and she turned to smile at him. He had watched
her for fifteen minutes walking the main street passing out pamphlets.
The barely legal bikini she was wearing garnered her a lot of attention
from men, but she seemed to go out of her way finding women to hand the
pamphlets to. "Paige?" he asked again, she didn't seem to know who he
was.

"Here you go," she said, passing him a pamphlet.

"Paige, it's George. Don't you recognize me?"

"I'm sorry, have we met?"

George grabbed her bare shoulders. "Paige, I'm your husband."

"Let go of me," she said, loudly. 

A man in a navy uniform who was so big he didn't seem to have a neck,
placed a big hand on George's chest and gave him a little push back so
that George released his wife. "You need help, maam?" asked the sailor.

"Thank you. This man just grabbed me." Paige backed off a few steps.

"She's my wife, gawddammit."

"Settle down there, mister," said the sailor while Paige turned and ran
off. "Let her go." The burly young man waited till Paige was out of
sight before he took his hand off George. "Now you just let the young
lady go, buddy. I'm gonna keep an eye on you."

George was a big guy and he gave the sailor a threatening stare, but
decided it wasn't worth it and backed down. He had bigger things to
worry about. George looked down at the paper in his hand. It gave
directions to a residence a tattoo artist was working out of.

An hour later George sat down on the stairs of a residence and watched
the house across the street that was the address on the pamphlet. A girl
in a bikini was sunning herself in the front yard reading, of all
things, a Hustler magazine. 
A guy approached her asking about getting a tattoo. The girl led him
inside, soon returning outside to her magazine.

The customer now sporting a tattoo on his bicep, left the house around
an hour and a half after arriving, just as George noticed Paige walking
down the sidewalk. He didn't think this day could of gotten any more
bizzare, but it did. Paige and the other girl in the bikini greeted each
other by embracing and kissing.  
It wasn't a peck on the lips, the two bikini clad women hugged each
other like lovers and kissed deeply. Paige even grabbed the girls ass as
they kissed. They broke their embrace and Paige entered the house.

George got up off the stairs. "Excuse me," he called to the girl in the
bikini. "Is this the right place to get a tattoo?"

"Yes," said the girl standing up. "Come inside and I'll see if the
master is available." The girl led George into a room with a recliner
and tattooing equipment. "Have a seat." She left through another door
and George swore he heard his wife's voice saying, "it's so big." The
girl returned. "The master will be with you in about twenty minutes."  

"Why do you call him master?"

"Yaphet is a master of the art of tattooing. Sit back and relax. I wil
be outside if you need anything."

George stood up as she left. He approached the door he'd heard his
wife's voice coming from. This time, he heard a man's voice saying,
"Suck that big cock, slut."

George turned the handle. He threw the door open and burst into the
room. The sight stunned him and eliminated any element of surprise he'd
had. Paige was naked on her knees before a muscular giant of a black man
and probably the scariest, ugliest black man he'd ever seen. Paige's
head was in the man's crotch and all George could see was the back of
her head. "Get the fuck out of here," growled the black man.

"T-that's my wife, mother fucker." George had recovered and stood just
as Paige turned her head to see the intruder. The black man's massive
penis slapped up against his stomach as she released it. "Dear god!"
George had never seen anything like it.

George made a fist and prepaed to charge forwards, but the back man was
no longer in the same spot. No one that big should of been able to move
that fast, but the black man was so quick he was nearly a blur. Still,
George swung, but the black man was already inside his swing. One huge
hand grabbed George's neck and squeezed. 

"Master, I swear I've never seen this man before," said Paige.

George's oxygen was cut off. For a moment he felt as if he were rising
up into heaven, but realized the black man was lifting him up by the
neck. George's feet no longer rested on the ground. His eyes bulged out.
Everything went black.  

****************

George woke up in his motel room. He stretched and climbed out of bed.
Paige wasn't with him. Everything was foggy, but the events of yesterday
soon came rushing back to him. His lip hurt him. When he reched up to
touch it, it felt sore and swollen. Sure enough, it was all puffy when
he looked at himself in the mirror. It was the inside of his lip that
hurt the worst. George reached up and grabbed his lower lip. He pulled
his lip down and promptly decided he'd kill the black tattoo artist. A
black penis was tatooed on the inside of his lip. Holding his lip out
like he was, the head of the black penis was pointing in towards his
mouth.

There was also a sore spot between his ass cheeks. George turned around
and looked over his should. He had another tattoo of a black cock on his
ass, the head pointing towards his anus. "That fucking black bastard,"
he
said.

George dressed himself and was surprised to discover it was around two
in the morning. He left his motel room determined to have his revenge on
the black tattoo master. He strolled purposefully in the direction of
the tattooist's house, but his steps faltered as he passed a bar. George
suddenly was very thirsy. He stepped inside the bar and walked up to the
bartender, ordering a drink. George sat down, noticing for the first
time the clientel was all men. It was a gay bar.

"This drink is on the gentlemen at the end of the bar," said the
bartender.

George turned and stared. The man who had bought him the drink took it
as an invitation. He got up and moved over to sit by George. He was a
skinny, efeminate black man with dyed blonde hair. "First time here?"
asked the man.

"Yes," said George as the tattoos on his ass and lips began throbbing. 

"Honey, your gonna love Key West." The black man winked at him and put
his hand on George's knee.

THE END


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