Mantis Piercings Novels & Stories

I fingered the diamond collar around my neck. Intrigued, I noticed people of all ages and walks of life. Men with gages—large hoops that spread their earlobes—wore leather and boots. Women wore collars and punk skirts with torn fishnet hose. Most wore multiple piercings. A few ambiguously asexual people were wearing thick black eyeliner. Many were heavily tattooed, and some were in drag. Some people carried additional accessories like whips or handcuffs in their back pockets. I didn’t wonder what they were for.

Where I was wearing my jeans and Henley shirt, he was all handsome and proper with his Chino pants and a lighter shade of blue colored shirt. “We’ll see, but you’re going to make me so proud if you can take two piercings on one visit. I can’t wait to play with both of them at the same time when they’re healed.” “Zal... you just make me so hard and we’re supposed to go back now. They’re waiting for us.” “Mmhmm...I’m sure we can think of an excuse. Or...if you can keep your voice low enough, we can pull the divider in the car and I’ll make you come so many times in our four-hour drive back home.”

I get distracted and grind into his face as he plays my body like he has access to cheat codes. I pull his sweatpants down his hips ungratefully, but I see my prize. My pussy tightens against his fingers at the sight. Holy shit, I knew the man was packing, but this was better than my imagination could come up with. He is long and girthy. I knew I would feel him tomorrow. Down his shaft were six piercings going horizontal, then a barbell running through the head and out under the head. I am going to ride a Jacobs’s ladder. His pre-cum glistening is just the cherry on top. My tongue reaches out to lick before sliding my mouth down the shaft.

The piercings were still quite sensitive. Michael had turned out to be quite patient when it came to my piercings. He had chosen them and asked for my approval. Rose-gold coloured, my favourite colour, for all three piercings. Up top he eyed the simple nipple barbells, which were vertically pierced, and for down there, a ring with a stone on it. The grin he bore afterwards as he checked them out was almost picture worthy. But then his face grew worried. "That's ... quite red and swollen." He sounded unsure and moved up to my face to see if I was alright.

After reaching her multi-pierced ear, she whispered softly. “I do, but just for tonight. Tomorrow it’ll be like nothing ever happened...you good with that?” She bit along the silver hoops, and Mandy gasped in ecstasy. Hollis knew the girl was fucked out of her mind, but she wouldn’t have felt right leading her on regardless. “Mmmm sure baby, just show me what you can do.” The raven haired vixen quickly discarded her clothing and watched Hollis follow suit eagerly. With searching tongues intertwined, the frenzied pair tumbled to the queen sized water bed blindly.

Elijah I’ve never really thought about stripping sensually, but with her watching, I push my pants and boxers down slowly, letting her watch as my cock bobs free from the confines the fabric. Her eyes go wide, zeroing in on the movement and the flushed hardness of my cock at the same time. “Oh wow,” she breathes. Her eyes dart between us all. “You all have piercings… down there.” I glance over, and realize she’s right. Not only do I have a Prince Albert, but Luke has a Jacob’s Ladder, and Benedict, the show off, has a Magic Cross piercing.

He makes filthy, wrecked sounds that please me immensely. I drag my mouth down his body again. Slower this time. I reach his hips and suck a hard, dark mark into the dip just inside his right hipbone because I can. It’ll sit there for a week. He moans through his clenched teeth. I move lower. I don't touch the ring. I take his balls into my mouth instead. Lightly. The piercer said no soaking, no full mouth on the PA for two weeks. They didn't say a goddamn thing about the rest of him.

When she realized that was about the only thing making me hesitate Mandy told me that she didn't last two hours herself when she got hers. But she advised, if possible, only doggie style, and still no touching of the piercings. Anal's okay, though." That last part makes me chuckle, and Bella lets her thighs fall closed again, but in a way that keeps the pressure off her tormented pussy. "I know you must find that incredibly funny, but seriously, twelve days is bad. Twice that much and

She asked me as she watched me remove my long sleeve, button up shirt. “On my forearm, Angel.” I replied, making her smile. “Good.” She replied, making me chuckle. “About her piercings.” Bruno said, grabbing the sketchbook. “Lynette is in the back, but she said that her nīpple piercing can take up to nine months to heal. That means they shouldn’t be touched for that long.” He said, shooting me a knowing smile. “That won’t work then.” I said, making Isa laugh.

"Nipples next. Uncle's doing them himself." My tits heaved, nipples perked from the cool air. He clamped the first, cold metal pinching. "Breathe, slut." The needle pierced sharp, fire through my breast. I cried out, tears pricking. He threaded the ring quick, silver hoop with a tiny lock charm. "Fuck... burns." He tugged it light, sting shooting to my pussy. "Looks good. One more." Second nipple same—clamp, pierce, ring. I whimpered, but heat built low again. The fresh piercings throbbed, sensitive.