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I’m a hairdresser and I used to work for a wellknown chain but recently a girlfriend and I opened our own salon. Business has been fairly slow but is starting to pick up.
Last Friday the shop was completely dead, and by four o’clock I was ready to pack up and go home. Before I could lock the door, however, this man suddenly came in. He was tall, blond and had the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen. He wore a dark grey suit and looked very dapper. I wanted him instantly.
“I guess you were about to close up,” he apologized, “but I was wondering if you could fit me in quickly.”
Well, I wasn’t about to tell him WHERE I wanted to fit him in… namely my wet, hungry hole. Instead I waved him casually over to a chair. He sat down and said he just needed a little trim. This time I couldn’t hold my tongue. I blurted out, “Oh, you’ll be getting a lot of trim, don’t worry!” I think he got the hint because the next thing I knew, he pulled me close and pressed his mouth to mine. I returned his kiss, pushing my tongue into his mouth. Then I moved away to the front door, locked it, and flipped the sign so that the “closed” side displayed outwards.
I turned around and stared at him. He sat immobile in the chair, his legs slightly apart, gazing back at me. I decided to tease him. Leaning against the door, I reached down with both hands, grabbed the hem of my skirt, and began to lift it up. As my bare thighs came into view, I heard him inhale sharply. I lifted my skirt up to my waist and proudly displayed my pink lace panties. He exhaled loudly and I noticed with delight that he had developed a furious erection. Carefully keeping my skirt raised, I hooked both thumbs into the waistband of my panties and slowly lowered them. At the sight of my furry brown bush, he moaned, a sound that conveyed his intense desire for me. I could see that his hard love pole was straining to be released from its material prison. It was time for action!
I pulled my panties all the way down to my ankles and stepped out of them. Releasing the hem of my skirt so that I was once again decently covered, I slowly walked over to him and sat down across his legs, making sure not to cover his crotch so that my hand would be able to caress his stiff dick. Before I could stroke him, he suddenly grabbed the back of my head and kissed me roughly. His hands gripped my hair tight. I have to tell you, nothing makes me wetter than a guy pulling on my hair. I don’t know what it is but something about it sends an electric charge straight to my pussy! I moaned, ran my soft hand over the hard bulge in his pants and whispered, “Pull my hair! Make it hurt!”
He responded immediately, yanking on my hair so hard I thought he would pull it out, roots and all! But I loved the feeling, and got so turned on I almost forgot where I was. Luckily, I quickly remembered: I was sitting on a gorgeous guy’s lap, running my hand over his convulsing crotch. Time to take advantage of the situation!
I opened his fly, slipped my fingers in, and extricated his prick from his boxer shorts. It was beautifully shaped, seven inches long and capped with a huge head. Pulling myself away from his grasp, I slid down until I was kneeling in front of him. He smiled, the way guys always do when they know they’re about to be blown. I began stroking his smooth, firm cock, running my hand up and down the shaft. His cockhead was so big I wondered if I’d be able to fit it in my mouth! Gingerly, I stuck out my tongue and began licking along the length of his penis. My mouth, like my pussy, gets really wet when I get turned on and soon his dick was covered in my saliva. He was breathing really heavily now and I heard him mutter under his breath, “Put it in your mouth, you bitch.” Now, dirty talk gets me almost as hot as hair pulling, so I told him to tell me exactly what he wanted in as crude a way as possible.
“I want you to open your mouth wide,” he said. “I want you to take my cock into your mouth and suck it like the whore you are. I want you to take it all the way down your throat and pleasure me until I shoot my hot cum into you.”
Well! You don’t have to tell me twice! Without further hesitation I slipped my lips around the enlarged head of his member. It was a real stretch to fit my mouth around it but somehow I managed. I heard him inhale sharply as I moved my face down, sliding his meat in to my hot, wet mouth. Slowly, I worked his cock further and further into my mouth, letting the tip push into my throat. Soon, I had his entire erection inside my oral cavity!
I decided to tease him again. (In case you haven’t guessed, I LOVE teasing guys… next to hair pulling and dirty talk it’s the hottest!) Instead of moving my mouth up and down and sucking him off, I would wait, unmoving, and see if he’d take the initiative.
I didn’t have to wait long. After a few seconds, he looked down at me with impatient eyes. Then, figuring out that I wasn’t going to move, he grabbed my hair with both hands and pulled hard, lifting my head up and causing my mouth to slide up his pole. Then he pushed down on the top of my head so that his rod impaled me. He kept repeating this motion, getting faster and faster. I have to say I was becoming extremely excited. The pain of being lifted by my hair was intense yet delicious. Coupled with this was the excitement of being manipulated by him. The idea that he was using me like some kind of toy, lifting my face up and down on his dick, drove me absolutely crazy!
Faster and faster he went until he was forcing my mouth up and down on his cock at an incredible rate. I was afraid I would choke but my mouth was so wet that he slid in and out easily. I began to eagerly anticipate the creaming that was to come. What would it taste like? Would it be salty? Or bland? Thick and creamy or thin and runny? Of course, if he came while his cockhead was all the way down my throat I wouldn’t get to taste it at all. I hoped he would shoot his wad when his prick was just inside my lips so that I could savor his milky tribute.
“Oh god,” he suddenly cried. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!”
Holding my hair tightly, the tip of his love pole resting in my mouth, he exploded, letting loose a hot blast of thick, gooey cum that flooded my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could, intent on not spilling a drop, and made sure to taste it as it flowed down my throat. It was delicious! Not too salty but not flavorless either. It reminded me of the hollandaise sauce my grandma used to make.
And there was so much of it! I couldn’t believe that one man could spurt so much yummy cum but there it was, filling my mouth and pouring down my throat. I managed to swallow most of it but despite my valiant efforts a little bit escaped and began to dribble in a thin stream down my chin and onto my neck. I was going to wipe it off but then thought that it probably made me look deliciously whorelike so I left it for him to notice. It took him several minutes to recover from his violent orgasm. When he finally opened his eyes, he looked down and smiled and I could tell that he liked the sight of his cum dripping out of my mouth. I locked eyes with him, stuck out my tongue, and licked up as much of the spilled seed that I could reach. He bent down slightly, wiped the cum from my chin and neck with two of his fingers and offered them to me. I took them into my mouth and sucked them noisily. He smiled wider and said, “How would you like it if I pushed these fingers into your pussy?” I didn’t hesitate to respond, nodding my head fervently.
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