I got creampied by my piercer seconds before he pierced my pussy

I’d been fantasizing about a VCH for months. The thought of that little barbell constantly rubbing my clit hood made me horny every time I thought about it, so I finally booked the last appointment of the day.

I showed up already wet and throbbing. The piercer was tall, tattooed, and had that calm, confident vibe. He explained the process quickly in the private room, then stepped out so I could strip my panties and lie back on the table with my knees up. When he came back and sat between my spread legs under the bright lamp, things escalated fast.

His gloved fingers started cleaning me, but the moment he touched my swollen pussy lips and pulled my hood back to mark the spot, I couldn’t hide how soaked I was. My juices were literally dripping down my ass. He noticed immediately. The professional tone dropped. He peeled his gloves off slowly, eyes locked between my legs.

He rubbed two thick fingers up and down my slit, spreading my wetness all over my clit before sliding them inside me. I moaned and pushed my hips toward him. He finger-fucked me deep and steady, curling his fingers while his thumb circled my clit. I was panting, gripping the table, already close. Then he leaned in and dragged his hot tongue straight up my pussy, sucking on my clit while pumping his fingers faster. I came hard on his face within a minute, thighs shaking around his head.

I was still twitching when he stood up, pulled out his thick cock, and rubbed the fat head all over my dripping pussy. He slapped it against my clit a few times, making me whimper, then pushed in raw. Fuck, he felt huge. He sank deep in one smooth thrust, stretching me open while I was still pulsing from the orgasm. He gripped my thighs and started fucking me hard and steady on the table. The wet sounds were obscene. Every thrust made my tits bounce under my shirt and pushed me up the vinyl.

He leaned over me, one hand on my throat, the other pinching my nipple while he pounded deeper. I was a dripping mess, moaning like a slut. I came again even harder around his cock, squeezing him tight as my pussy gushed. He groaned, buried himself to the balls, and unloaded. I felt every thick spurt as he pumped me full of warm cum.

Still leaking his load down my ass, I stayed spread open on the table. He quickly gloved up, cleaned me just enough, clamped my hood, and pushed the needle through. The sharp sting hit right as I was still throbbing from being fucked. It hurt for a second but turned into this intense, warm throb as the fresh barbell settled into place against my swollen clit. My pussy clenched hard around nothing, pushing more of his cum out.

I left the shop walking funny, the new piercing tugging with every step while his cum trickled down my thighs. The drive home was insane every bump made the barbell rub my clit perfectly.

That night my saline soak turned into another orgasm. The area was puffy and hypersensitive. Even gently touching the fresh jewelry made me cum again.

I couldn’t stop. I lay on my bed with my legs wide open, staring at the shiny new barbell in the mirror. The swelling made my hood look extra full and the metal pressed perfectly against my clit. I spent the next half hour teasing myself — lightly tugging the barbell, circling my finger around it, feeling how the smallest movement sent sharp sparks of pleasure through my whole pelvis. I came two more times that night, each one stronger than the last, my pussy still tender and leaking his cum mixed with my fresh arousal.

The next few days were pure constant arousal. The swelling kept everything tender and extra sensitive. I stayed dripping wet, had little accidental orgasms just from walking or sitting, and the barbell rubbed my clit with every movement. The piercing healed well and turned sex into something much more intense. Every time I feel it now, I remember getting railed and filled right before the needle went through.

Easily the sluttiest, hottest thing I’ve ever done.