Date: Tue, 14 Jul 2009 04:12:47 -0400 From: J W Subject: Brooke's Story 4 Brooke's Story -- 4 By: Jackie At lunch time I called the Honda dealership and asked for Myra but she was out. I was so excited about getting the car that I could barely think. When school was over I tried to call her again. I got put on `forget' and guess what--I was forgotten. I finally decided to just hop on a bus and go down there. All the way I was thinking, `I'm not going to have to do this anymore.' I walked into the showroom and it was freezing cold after coming in from the unseasonably hot spring afternoon. I hardly had time to stop shivering when a tall grey haired man in a suit approached me and asked if he could help. It was by no means the first time I'd had a man talking to my chest. The white ribbed tank-top I was wearing had a pretty conservative neckline but I hadn't been able to find a bra that morning that I liked under it. I guess my T shirt bra was in the wash. Being short on time as usual I threw caution to the wind and went braless. I had been enduring--that's a lie--enjoying the admiring looks from boys and male teachers all day. My boobs were really too big to go like that in public anymore and I half expected to be sent home to dress properly, but I guess my teachers were enjoying the view too much to turn me in. An important difference right now, as opposed to the earlier part of the day, was that the frigid air of the Honda dealership had made my nipples stand out their full half inch and mister helpful car salesman was feasting his eyes on them. I asked him where I could find Myra and with dejected look he indicated the row of small offices that occupied the back wall of the showroom. I thanked him and I could feel his eyes on my ass covered by the short tight skirt as I went toward the cubicles. The extra little wiggle that I put on gave me a nice warm feeling in my low belly even though the rest of me was frozen. `I wonder if he has a hard-on?' the very thought made my pussy twitch because I'd still never even seen one--in the flesh. The engraved sign on the doorpost said `Myra'. I poked my head around the corner. I don't know what I was expecting but the gorgeous dark haired Latina behind the desk sent another pulse to my coochie. Her smile was infectious. "Hi," she said, rising from her chair and moving toward me. "Can I help you?" Myra's head to toe scan was subtle, much more so than her male co-worker. Nevertheless I noticed it, maybe because it was expected and it made my skin tingle. "I'm Brooke," I introduced myself. "My dad told me to get in touch with you about a car?" "Of course, Brooke... I've been expecting your call," the car saleswoman acknowledged the connection. "Have a seat... there's just a couple of forms you need to sign to take delivery." "I'll just check and make sure that it's ready," her eyes were focused on my boobs as I sat down opposite her desk. She punched the extension number of the Service Department into her phone. I looked around her little office noticing the various certificates she'd earned hanging on the walls, but out of the corner of my eye I noticed that her eyes were riveted to my chest. Her obvious interest made my hard nipples tingle. They felt like they were growing even though I was pretty sure they couldn't actually stick out anymore. "Well you better hurry it up the customer is waiting," I heard her say just before she hung up the phone. "I wish you'd called ahead sweetie... they're always behind back there. We can do up the paperwork but I'm afraid that there's going to be a bit of a wait," she apologized and came around the desk; forms in hand. Another rush of heat flowed over me as I was treated to a view of her magnificent figure attractively displayed in a pale blue silk blouse and charcoal grey pencil skirt. Standing behind my chair she laid the forms on the desk in front of me. I caught the soft floral fragrance of her perfume as she flipped her shoulder length black hair behind her ear. Leaning over me she began to explain the documents. She was close enough that the air in the very narrow space between us warmed. I was very conscious of her body heat on the back of my bare shoulder. When she reached forward a little more to indicate where I was to sign I felt her silk and satin encased breast press on my back. The firm but squishy sensation went right to my crotch and I couldn't prevent a soft moan. I'd certainly noticed how substantial her bust was when she'd stood up but I wasn't expecting to actually come in physical contact. She could have moved back as I signed where she was indicating but she didn't. When she flipped over the page and started explaining the next form her boob pressed even harder and she seemed to be almost grinding it against me. "Mmmm--" the low throaty sound escaped me; louder this time. "Oh I'm sorry," Myra apologized. "How careless of me," she said stepping back. "I hope I didn't embarrass you," she added as I looked back over my shoulder. There was just the hint of an extra bump on the front of her left melon showing through her blouse. When my gaze made it to her face the expression didn't look apologetic--it was inquisitive. My pussy began to lightly throb. "It's okay... I kind of liked it," I responded with a tension relieving giggle. Myra's eyes were on my tits with that familiar look of lust that I'd come to recognize. My tender nips were so hard by this time that they ached. "So you don't mind attention from another woman?" she probed. "No... I find it very flattering... especially if she has breasts as beautiful as yours," I replied. I saw the flush come over Myra's face but she never took her eyes off my boobies. "I couldn't help noticing that you weren't wearing a bra." With that comment I looked down at my own chest and felt my kitty twitch seeing how evident my nipples actually were. "You have such fabulous nips," she remarked. "I have to really squeeze and play with mine to get them to stand up like that." Her confession to stimulating her own breasts was exciting, but the visual it engendered made me moan again. "Nipples like that should be pierced," she suggested. "Have you ever thought about it?" I couldn't say that the thought had never crossed my mind but I was under age so tattoos and piercings would require approval from a parent. I could have asked my mom and she'd probably have agreed but I'd just never had that strong a desire. "Uh, yeah... I've thought about it," I confided. "Would you be willing to do it? I'd really get off on watching," Myra confessed. The small voice piped up in my head, as it always did at times like these, `What's in it for me?' `She wants something... she's gonna have to pay.' I put on my best scared little girl face and said, "But it's gonna hurt." "Just for a second," the car saleswoman assured. "I don't know..." I said in my pathetic little voice while carefully gauging her reaction. I could see the stress building up. `She really wants this... I don't know why.' "I'll pay... and you can have whatever you want put in... a ring, a barbell... anything--" she offered. "Just think how wonderful it'll feel to have someone play with them afterward," she encouraged and reached around from behind me to lightly stroke over my projecting pegs. The pulse that hit my pussy made me jump and squeal. She continued to strum them with her thumbs and whispered with her mouth right against my ear, "Is there anything I could do to convince you?" My cookie was about to explode but, other than her paying for the jewelry, I still wasn't getting anything out of it. "I know," she said as if she'd had an epiphany. "I could get you some money back on the car... a thousand dollars!" The intense feeling in my pussy was suddenly overshadowed by the rush in my head. "A thousand dollars?" I said incredulously. "Yeah," Myra responded. "We're not supposed to tell anybody, but next week they're starting a new promotion. Anybody who buys a car gets an instant thousand dollar rebate. All I have to do is date the paperwork next week." "It's against the rules but I can get away with it `cause the dealership owner really likes my tits." Her last comment came with a huge smile and she squeezed her own boobs through her silk blouse. "Will you do it if I can get you a grand?" I was feeling dizzy and maybe a touch nauseous, but I nodded. "Come on... I know a place and it's not far," the saleswoman nearly yanked me out of the chair and I was dragging behind her all the way to her car. The vehicle's air conditioning didn't really have time to do much before we arrived at a fairly respectable looking piercing place. The fact that I was having second thoughts didn't seem to matter to the obsessed woman. Once again she was all but dragging me into the little studio. The woman sitting behind the counter reading a magazine looked up as we entered. My first thought was that her picture was in the encyclopedia beside the term `Diesel Dyke'. She stood up and it would have been easier to list the things that she didn't have pierced than the ones that she did. Eyebrows, nose, lip, tongue, I don't know how many around her ear; she must have weighed at least five pounds more because of all the metal attached to her flesh. Her hair was very short--I think it's called a buzz cut because it's done with an electric clipper. Her evidently small breasts were covered with a T shirt and a vest. She was also wearing blue jeans. "Brooke wants to get her nipples pierced," Myra spoke for me. The woman who I guessed was in her late thirties or early forties looked at us with suspicion. "You want them both done?" the lesbian proprietor asked me directly. I looked at Myra hoping for some kind of a reprieve. No such luck, "Yeah both," my adult escort confirmed. "Can't she talk," the body piercing technician asked sarcastically. "I can talk," I said; clearing my throat if not my head. "What do you put in for jewelry?" "I have quite a selection... it depends on how much you want to spend," she said pulling a velvet tray from under the glass counter showcase. "The ones on the top row are fifty dollars each... that includes the piercing itself of course. The next row are sixty--" then she paused and said; "of course being under age you'll need a note from a parent." "I like these ones," I pointed to a set of rings in the fourth row, ignoring her last comment. "I think that's a good choice but I need to see your nipples to be sure... those are seventy-five... and about the permission form--" Myra pulled a wad of bills out of her purse and peeled off three Benjamins. "Will this cover it?" The shop keeper eyed the cash and hesitated only a second before reaching out for the bills. "Yeah... yeah," the woman was smiling for the first time, and tucked the hundreds into a lock box stowed under the counter. "That will cover everything just fine." "Come on back to the parlor," she said as she stepped through a curtain leading to a private room out of view from the street. The heavy tip seemed to have made her forget about needing permission. The `parlor' as she called it reminded me of a doctor's examination room. It even smelled like it. There was stainless steel all over the place and a padded table with a paper cover. Looking around, I was as horny as hell but I was also scared. The butterflies mixed with the rumbles from my coochie to create a unique and very pleasurable combination. Both the older women were looking at me. "Take your top off dear and let me see what I have to work with," the butch ordered. There was no way out now and I crossed my arms, hoisted my tank top over my head and stood half naked for the other women's viewing pleasure. My chocolate brown tits that were big enough to belong to a twenty-something hung down and rested on my sixteen year old ribs. It wasn't overly cool in the piercing studio and my nips seemed to be hiding out in fear. The bump in the center of my dark areola was about as small as it ever got. Being topless raised the volume of the non-stop buzz that came from between my legs and the appreciative stares of the older women made my boobs tingle in harmony. "I'm going to need to touch you... okay?" the woman who was about to poke a needle through me asked permission. I didn't say anything. I couldn't seem to get my voice to work. She reached her hands out very slowly--I guess giving me a chance to protest. When she cupped her hand under my left breast and lifted it I got really dizzy again. She scraped her thumb nail over my areola gently and it snagged on the button in the center. I groaned as her nail tugged at the emerging peg and then she began rolling it under the pad of her thumb. I put my head back, closed my eyes and tried not to moan as the dyke teased my nipple to its full half inch extension. Her hand cupped under my other breast and duplicated the nipple teasing. Now both black pegs were sticking out tingling and itching, begging to be sucked. It was understandable that she needed my nips hard but now that they were and she continued to squeeze and tease. It was obvious that she was just playing. "How old are you," she asked in a husky tone. "Sixteen," I managed to croak. "My God you've got beautiful big nipples for a girl your age," she complimented and I saw her swallow a few times. My pussy was percolating. Certain ways that her thumb and thumb nail tortured my black gumdrops made my love channel bubble and clench. There was a note of sadness or disappointment in her voice when she finally said, "Okay lay down on the table now." She guided me over to the fairly high platform and steadied me as I climbed up. On my back my oversized boobies lolled to the outsides of my chest. The piercing specialist sat on a stool that had rollers on it and again I was reminded of the doctor's. She snapped on the latex examination gloves and the medical procedure nature of the whole thing was complete. "This will feel a little cold," she warned as she applied some kind of wipe to my semi rigid right nipple. She wiped all around my big crinkled areola before squeezing the projecting dug, twisting and tugging. "This is an antiseptic with a little topical anesthetic in it," she explained. When she was satisfied with her cleansing job she produced a shiny metal instrument that looked sort of like a small pair of tongs. She gripped my right nip and squeezed the handles of the scissor action tool hard enough to cause pain. I yelped as she continued to hold my very erogenous flesh tightly between the unyielding steel jaws. "I want you to take a nice deep breath for me... in really deep through your nose so you feel your tummy rise and then out through your mouth very slowly," she instructed. I tried to follow her orders as accurately as possible. I never did see the piercing tool that she'd kept carefully out of sight. The sharp pain turned to a burning sensation like someone had applied a lit match to my tender nip. The breath that I was letting out slowly, according to orders, turned in to a long pathetic wail. Turning my head away from the woman who'd just punched a tiny hole in me I saw Myra standing with her back to a metal cabinet. She wasn't so much standing as leaning against it. Her left hand was inside her blouse working actively on her right boob and her right hand was under her skirt moving very, very fast. Scanning all the way up to her face I saw that it was distorted in that pre-orgasmic expression that so closely resembled pain. I was momentarily mesmerized watching the saleswoman unabashedly masturbating right there in the piercing salon. "Okay honey... another deep breath for me," I sort of heard the woman on the stool command. I hadn't even felt her swab my left nipple but now that she'd attracted my attention I was aware of the little clamp squeezing it painfully tight. My right nip was sore and throbbing just a bit but thankfully not too bad. The instant replay of the sharp pain followed by the intense burning was muted in a way as I saw Myra shudder and shake, clamping her legs closed on her jilling right hand. Watching the car saleswoman climax at that critical moment actually made the pain seem erotic. My pussy spasmed, my nipple burned and my head spun all at the same time. "There ya go sugar... all done," the women with the many piercings about her face comforted as she locked the second nipple ring in place. I wondered if she'd seen Myra jilling off while she worked but it was absurd to think that she hadn't in the small room. I was lying there trying not to think about how sore my nipples were and watching Myra suck her own pussy juice off her fingers when I felt the extreme cold on my tits. I looked straight up and saw the piercing shop proprietor standing over me and applying ice packs to my boobs. "This will help keep the swelling down," she informed me as the extreme cold started to make my tits ache. "I know it's uncomfortable but just try to relax and think about something else for a few minutes." I felt hands on my tender inner thighs, stroking upward and pushing them apart. Looking down between my splayed boobs covered with the icepacks I saw Myra's smiling face. She was lifting my knees. "I can think of something that'll take your mind off it," she purred. She pushed up and out on my legs and leaned forward until the backs of my thighs were on her shoulders. My denim skirt bunched up around my waist and the car saleswoman's arms wrapped around; her hands approaching the tiny triangle of my thong from above. I felt her fingers pry the meager covering over my girlhood to the side. Her hot breath that actually felt cool on my flooded lips. She was right! As her tongue invaded my folds I completely forgot about my stinging achy breasts. Even at the tender age of sixteen I'd had enough experience to know that Myra was no novice when it came to cunnilingus. The way she searched every nook and cranny of my vulva and probed my depths was the work of a virtuoso. When she approached the top of my lips she gave my clitty a few fluttery little strokes and then descended to the bottom. Going lower than my gurgling yearning cease she circled my asshole and probed before returning to her thrilling exploration of my labia. My eyes were closed reveling in the erotic sensations so the first clue I had was the fragrance. The smell of female arousal was too strong to be coming from me. I opened my eyes and all that I could see was a wide open red gash descending toward my face. I only had a moment to look at it before it was mashing against my mouth, chin and nose. Instinctively I stuck my tongue into the pungent sloppiness of the piercing technician's cunt. The dyke was straddling the table and riding my face like she was trying to grind flour with her pussy. Back and forth, around and around, her hips moved with amazing coordination. She even managed to vary the pressure by lifting up until my tongue barely touched her and then settling back down mashing her mushy womanhood all over my lower face. I'd been in a state of constant arousal for over an hour. Ever since the salesman at the Honda dealership had mentally stripped me. With the variety of new sensations flooding me my orgasm came fast and hard. Even while I was bucking and trashing on the piercing studio table I was aware of the proprietor's release. The piercing technician dismounted and Myra seemed to have left me as well. I just lay there bathing in the afterglow for how long I don't know. The Honda saleswoman got me dressed since I was still a little out of it. The piercing technician gave me a pamphlet as we left entitled--"Caring for Your New Piercings"--and told me that if I had any problems or concerns at all that I should stop in and she'd be glad to help me. By the time we arrived back at the car dealership I had recovered enough to be really excited about my new ride. Myra took me out to the freshly serviced car and gave me her business card with her home address and phone number written in pen on the back. She kissed me on the forehead just before I got in and reminded me to come back next week to pick up my cheque. "Your piercings will be ready for a test drive by then," she speculated with a big smile while closing the car door. Driving down the road I decided to ice my nips again before bed--they were stinging and throbbing--but right now it was time to motor and enjoy my hard won freedom.