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I (18F) could not get enough of my pierced titties! I spent the first day or so in front of a mirror, turning round and round. My nipples were a deep red and very tender, I couldn’t even wear a shirt they were so sensitive.

I was still sore 2 days later; I started to be concerned that maybe they were infected. I found John’s card and texted a pic asking for his comment. He sent me his address so he could check the piercings right away.

He had tea poured for both of us and had medical supplies on the kitchen table. He said he kept supplies on hand in case clients needed help after hours.

I carefully peeled my shirt off and he took his time examining my piercings. He gently cleaned and dried them and told me they weren’t infected, thank God. I told him how tender they were and how Motrin wasn’t working. He right away wondered I was looking for Oxy! He became so mad saying how I’d probably gotten the piercings just to get my fix!

I couldn’t stop crying. I don’t do drugs, he’d been so nice at the shop, I trusted him to help me. He realized he’d made a mistake and was immediately apologetic. I was so hurt I couldn’t even look at him. He said I’m not like his ordinary client and he’d jumped to conclusions and was really sorry. He said he had an old timers trick for easing the pain if I was up for it.

He slowly rubbed the ice in circles around my nipple. The circles widened and he was running the ice all around my breast. The cold felt so good against my hot skin. He switched between piercings making sure they were equally iced. It was so good to finally have some relief. He said that it was essential to increase blood flow to the area to speed healing. He took a big sip of tea, held it in his mouth, then finally swallowed.

His hot tongue on my iced nipples sent a shock through my body. He laughed when I jumped and said he should have warned me. He said the heat would increase the blood to my piercings. He alternated between sips of tea and gently sucking on my nipples. I was so relaxed I had sunk back in my chair with my eyes closed. I was moaning quietly. He began to massage my tits like he had in the shop. Just like before, his hands on my tits made me instantly wet. I started to whimper, the pain felt so good.

He asked me to open my eyes and if I trusted him. I did, of course. He said how an orgasm can act as a natural pain killer and if I was still uncomfortable that I could get myself off before leaving. I nodded yes and he gently pulled my shorts and panties past my hips. He said he’d give me privacy as I finished up. My clit was humming it was so needy for attention. I gently tugged on the barbells while I furiously worked my clit. I caught a glimpse of John rubbing his cock as I exploded.

He was right, I felt so much better! His cock was rock hard under his jeans. Rock solid. I started unzipping his pants when he suddenly backed away. I immediately wondered I’d done something wrong when he told me he had a line he didn’t want to cross. He saw me as a client and didn’t want to take benefit of me.
His fucking loss.

NSFW: yes

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