After-Hours Ink: Her Best Friend Finally Claims Her Ass

Reid locked the front door of After-Hours Ink and flipped the sign to CLOSED, the neon buzz cutting out with a soft click. Twenty-eight, inked to the elbows, and bone-tired after a twelve-hour stretch of clients, he still felt the familiar low heat every time Paulina moved through his shop. She was twenty-six, his best friend since the year they both got their first shitty apartments, and tonight she stayed late “to help clean” the way she always did when the flirting had gotten too thick to ignore.

She wiped down the counter, dark hair pulled back, tight black jeans hugging the curve of her ass like they’d been painted on. Years of it—her sitting on the tattoo chair swinging her legs while he worked, casual mentions of how curious she was about taking a cock in her ass, the way she’d laugh and say “one day someone brave enough” while staring straight at him. He’d jacked off to that laugh more nights than he could count. Tonight the air felt different. Charged.

Paulina set the spray bottle down and turned. “Reid.” Her voice was low, no teasing lilt left in it. “I’m done pretending. I want you to be the one who claims my ass. Tonight. I’ve thought about it for years—your hands, your cock stretching me open. I’m wet just saying it out loud.”

He stopped mid-wipe, rag hanging useless in his fist. The admission hit him square in the gut and lower. “Paulina—”

“I mean it.” She stepped closer, close enough he could smell the faint vanilla of her skin under the shop’s antiseptic bite. “No more jokes. I’ve never let anyone near there. I want it to be you. I want you to fuck my asshole until I can’t walk straight.”

Reid’s cock thickened hard against his zipper. He tossed the rag aside. “You sure? Once I start, I’m not gentle. I’ve wanted that tight little hole since the first time you bent over to pick up a stencil.”

“I’m sure.” Her cheeks were flushed, pupils blown. “Make me take it.”

They worked in charged silence for a few minutes, cleaning stations, bagging trash. Every time she passed him the tension ratcheted higher. Then she deliberately turned her back, planted her feet shoulder-width, and bent at the waist to scrub a low cabinet. Those jeans stretched obscenely across her ass, the seam vanishing between full cheeks. She looked over her shoulder, eyes glittering.

“You staring at my ass again, Reid?” She rolled her hips once, slow, filthy. “Good. I’ve been dripping since we locked the door. The second I think about your cock pushing into my asshole I get so fucking wet. My pussy’s soaked through my panties just imagining how thick you’ll feel stretching that tight ring. How you’ll force it open inch by inch while I try not to scream.”

He crossed the floor in three strides. “Keep talking like that and I’ll ruin these jeans.”

Paulina pushed her ass back toward him deliberately. “Do it. I’ve fantasized about you pinning me right here, spit-slick and desperate, begging you to stop teasing and just bury it. I want the burn. I want to feel owned.”

Reid grabbed her hips hard, yanking her upright and spinning her so her back hit the padded leather of the tattoo chair. He caged her in, one hand braced beside her head, the other fisting her hair just tight enough to make her gasp. Their mouths crashed together—hungry, open, tongues sliding deep. She tasted like the mint gum she’d been chewing and pure want. Paulina moaned into the kiss, fingers clawing at his shirt, dragging it up so her palms could rake over the hot skin of his stomach and chest.

He broke the kiss only to drag his mouth down her throat, biting the spot under her ear that always made her shiver. “You have any idea how many nights I stroked my cock thinking about bending you over this chair? Spreading you open and watching my dick disappear into that virgin ass?”

“Yes—fuck—yes.” She arched, grinding her jeans-clad cunt against the hard ridge of his cock. “I’ve touched myself to it too. Fingers wet from my pussy, circling my asshole, wishing it was you. Reid, stop teasing. I need you to fuck my ass tonight. Please. I’ve waited long enough. Stretch me. Claim it. I want to feel every inch forcing its way in while I take it like the desperate slut I’ve been for you.”

He growled against her skin and spun her again, bending her forward over the chair so her chest pressed to the cool leather, ass presented high. His hands roamed roughly—cupping, squeezing, spreading her cheeks through the denim. The heat of her was insane even through the fabric. He popped the button of her jeans and dragged the zipper down, peeling the tight material over her hips until it bunched at mid-thigh, panties coming with them. Her bare ass was perfect—smooth, full, the dark pink pucker of her asshole already clenching visibly under his stare. A slick gleam coated her pussy lips and the tops of her thighs.

“Jesus Christ, Paulina.” He rubbed two fingers through her soaked folds, collected the wetness, and smeared it up over her tight hole, circling. “Dripping. All for this.”

She pushed back onto his fingers, shameless. “Been like that for an hour. Longer. Every time you looked at me tonight I clenched. Reid—please. Don’t make me wait anymore. Get your cock out. Spit on it, lube me up with whatever you’ve got, and fuck my ass. I want the stretch. I want to feel you own it.”

He kept circling that tiny ring, pressing just enough to feel it flutter and resist. His other hand freed his cock—thick, heavy, already leaking. He rubbed the head along the cleft of her ass, painting her with precum while she whimpered and tried to rock back onto him. The shop lights cast everything in sharp relief: her spread cheeks, the way her hole winked when he tapped it with his cock, the shiny mess of her cunt.

“You feel how hard I am for this?” He pressed the blunt head against her entrance and held there, not pushing in yet, just letting her feel the threat of it. “This is what years of watching you tease me gets you. Your best friend’s cock right against the one place no one’s had. Tell me again what you want.”

Paulina’s voice cracked raw. “I want you to stop teasing and finally fuck my ass. Right now. Right here. Force that thick cock into my asshole and claim it. Stretch me open until I can’t think. Make me take every inch and then keep going until I’m shaking and full and yours. Please, Reid—I’ve been aching for it. Don’t hold back. Ruin me for anyone else.”

He leaned over her, chest to her back, one hand still guiding his cock while the other reached under to pinch her swollen clit. She jolted, a broken moan tearing out of her. The head of him stayed nestled right there, pressure constant, her rim softening under the steady promise of penetration. Lube was in the drawer three feet away. His fingers were already slick with her. The night was only starting, the shop locked, the chair creaking under their weight, and Paulina was panting open-mouthed, ass tipped higher, begging without words now for the burn she had finally asked for out loud.

Reid’s free hand slid up her spine, settled between her shoulder blades, holding her down exactly where he wanted her. His cock throbbed against that tight, untouched hole. He could feel how ready she was—how ready they both were—after every year of unfinished filthy talk. Tonight he was going to give her exactly what she’d admitted she needed.

Reid’s free hand stayed firm between Paulina’s shoulder blades, pinning her chest to the cool leather while the blunt head of his cock rested against her untouched hole. He leaned over, spit once into the cleft of her ass, then lowered his mouth. His tongue dragged wet and deliberate over that tight pink ring. Paulina jolted, a raw sound tearing out of her.

“Fuck—Reid—”

He growled against her and kept going, flat tongue circling, then pointing, pressing just enough to feel the muscle flutter and soften. He licked her thoroughly, spit-slick and hungry, spreading her cheeks wider with both hands so he could spear the tip of his tongue against the entrance. Paulina shook. Her thighs trembled. She pushed back greedily, trying to fuck herself onto his tongue, the shop air thick with the wet sounds of him rimming her open.

“Been waiting years for this,” he muttered against her hole, then sealed his mouth over it again, sucking gently before driving his tongue deeper. Her asshole clenched and fluttered under the wet pressure. She was dripping down her thighs, pussy swollen and neglected while he focused entirely on claiming that virgin ring with his mouth. He rimmed her until her knees threatened to buckle, until she was panting open-mouthed against the chair and rocking back in desperate little circles.

Only then did he rise. He wiped his mouth with the back of his wrist, spit once more onto his thick cock, and notched the head against her spit-slicked hole. One hand stayed heavy on her lower back. The other guided himself.

“Push out for me,” he ordered, voice low. “Take it.”

Paulina exhaled hard and pushed back. The broad head stretched her rim slowly, relentlessly. The burn hit her immediately—sharp, full, overwhelming. She moaned loud, fingers clawing the leather. Reid watched every millimeter as her tight hole yielded around him, the pink ring forced wide by the thick flare of his cock. He fed it to her inch by inch, slow enough that she felt every ridge, every throb. Her body fought him even as she rocked back greedily, greedy for more of the stretch she’d begged for.

“Jesus, you’re tight,” he gritted. “Sucking me in like you’ve been starving for it.”

“I have—fuck—don’t stop,” she gasped. “Give me all of it. Stretch my ass. Make me take that thick cock.”

He bottomed out with a final steady push, hips flush to her cheeks, buried to the root in her virgin ass. Paulina cried out, the sound half pain and all need. He held still, letting her adjust, cock pulsing deep inside the crushing heat of her. Then he pulled back halfway and drove in again, deeper this time, starting a rhythm of long, relentless strokes that forced her open over and over.

The chair creaked under them. Reid fucked her ass with deep, punishing thrusts, hands locked on her hips hard enough to leave marks. He pulled her hair, wrenching her head back so her spine arched and her hole clenched tighter around him. Paulina shoved back to meet every stroke, greedy and shameless, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the empty shop.

“Harder,” she moaned. “Fuck my ass harder, Reid—claim it—”

He delivered, pounding her in raw, continuous strokes that made her full cheeks ripple. One hand left her hip to smack her ass, sharp and loud, then again, leaving a blooming red print. He alternated—two fingers plunging into her dripping pussy while he kept railing her hole, then yanking free to spank her again, hard enough that she sobbed with pleasure. His fingers fucked her cunt in time with his cock in her ass, stretching both, owning both. Paulina’s moans turned broken and constant.

“Yes—yes—finger me while you fuck it—oh God, your cock is so deep—”

He pulled her hair tighter, bent over her, driving into her ass without mercy. Sweat slicked his chest. Her hole clung to him on every withdrawal, pink and stretched obscenely around his thick shaft. He kept spanking her between thrusts, kept stuffing two fingers into her soaked pussy, rubbing her clit with his thumb until she was shaking and babbling.

“I’ve wanted this tight little asshole since the first time you bent over in here,” he rasped. “Now it’s mine. Every inch of it. Take it like the desperate slut you are for me.”

“It’s yours—fuck—it’s always been yours—don’t stop—”

He pulled out almost all the way, then slammed home hard enough to rock the chair. Paulina screamed into the leather. Reid fucked her like that until her legs were jelly, until her hole was loose and accepting and greedy around him. Then he yanked free, spun her bodily onto her back on the chair, and hooked her legs over his shoulders in one motion. He shoved back into her ass in a single deep thrust, burying himself to the hilt while he watched her face.

Paulina’s eyes were glassy, mouth open, cheeks flushed dark. He braced over her and started fucking her in long, grinding strokes, balls-deep every time, staring down at the way her expression shattered with every thrust. Her tits bounced under her rucked-up shirt. He reached down and rubbed her clit roughly while he filled her completely, cock grinding against every sensitive nerve inside her stretched hole.

“Look at me,” he ordered. “Watch me own this ass.”

She locked eyes with him, moaning brokenly every time he bottomed out. “Reid—I’m so full—fuck me—don’t pull out—”

He didn’t. He pounded her open, hair still fisted in one hand, the other working her clit in tight circles. Her hole fluttered wildly around him. The angle let him go impossibly deep; she took every brutal inch with greedy rolls of her hips, legs locked over his shoulders, heels digging into his back to pull him deeper.

“Gonna come,” she gasped. “Don’t stop—keep fucking my ass—”

Reid snarled and drove harder, relentless, watching every flicker of pleasure and stretch and surrender cross her face. He felt her start to seize. He kept going through it, fucking her through the first sharp contractions until she was shaking and sobbing his name.

Then he pulled out completely. Paulina’s freshly fucked hole stayed open for a second, red and used, before clenching empty. Reid stroked his slick cock twice and came hard, painting thick ropes of cum across her gaping asshole and lower back. He striped her deliberately—across the stretched rim, up the small of her back, more pulsing across the marks his hands had left on her hips. Paulina shoved two fingers into her own dripping pussy the second he pulled out and fucked herself through a screaming orgasm, hips jerking, watching him mark her while she came undone.

Cum dripped down the cleft of her ass. Her fingers worked frantically until the last waves left her limp and shaking on the chair.

Reid stood over her, breathing hard, cock still half-hard and shining. He found a clean cloth, ran it under warm water in the shop sink, and came back. Gently he cleaned her—wiping the cum from her hole and lower back, careful over the swollen, used rim, then the marks blooming on her hips. He bent and kissed each red handprint, slow and deliberate, lips lingering on the places he’d gripped her too hard.

Paulina watched him through half-lidded eyes, still trembling.

“This is only the beginning,” he said quietly, voice rough. “Every inch of this ass is mine whenever you want it. Whenever you walk in here after hours and bend over that chair. I’ll take it. I’ll stretch it. I’ll own it until you can’t think of anyone else filling you there.”

She nodded once, wordless, reaching for his wrist. He laced their fingers, kissed the inside of her knee, then the soft skin of her hip again.

The neon outside hummed faintly through the glass. The shop stayed locked and dark except for the single overhead light. Reid eased her legs down, settled beside the chair, and simply held the warm cloth against her as their breathing slowed together.

Silence.