Feel youre pregnant belly in the bathroom. I smiled, spread my legs and said “Whose first?” That triggered a race to get their dicks out. But my artist stripped first and told the guys “You have to wait your turn. I want to taste this slut and want her to taste me.” With that she mounted the chair and buried her face in my pussy and planted her pussy on my face. She quickly went to work with her tongue and fingers and my body quickly responded appreciatively. I began exploring her pussy with my tongue and she slid back so that she firmly planted her mound against my mouth and I eagerly began to devour her. The guys loved it. Phones were out and they were recording our exchange. Performing got me hotter and when my artist started playing with my hood my body shook in a big orgasm for her and I let everyone hear it. My pussyfooted was sopping wet now. I could feel my juices on the chair making it slippery.

Satisfied, she dismounted and lay down in a chair next to me. The guys were naked, cocks at attention and we were both eagerly mounted. I happily took warm loads from two of the guys. The other guy fucked me but couldn’t cum again for me after giving a deposit to my artist. Between the three of them, I did get rewarded with another intense orgasm. After they finished with us, the customer offered to pay for my tattoo. The shop owner artist said “No worries. No charge. She earned it.” Freshly filled with cum and now permanently branded, I got up, pulled on my shorts leaving them unbuttoned and partially unzipped so you could get a look at my mark and pulled my tank top on. Fortunately, it didn’t hit my waist so my new brand was visible to all. I told my artist thanks and gave her a deep, wet kiss, pulling her to me. Told the boys thanks for their deposits and walked the four blocks in South Beach back to my hotel. The walk was very enjoyable as I watched people notice my mark, realize what it was and then watch them form an opinion of me. I just love being a naughty, slutty whore!