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Subject: {ASSM} Barber Benefits, by Ray1031, (MF, Cons, Oral, Mast, Cheat)
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Barber Benefits, (MF, Cons, Oral, Mast, Cheat)
by Ray1031,

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Barber Benefits   by Ray1031 (MF, cons, oral, mast, cheat)

"They probably just want a four way."  Jennifer said and I tried not to look
at her or react in any way. "So, when are your brothers friends planning to
come from Germany for a visit?"

"I don't believe they will, he'll go there to visit them. They wouldn't like
the US in any event . . . I think if they came here they'd be crying to go
home after three or four days."

She stood behind me and pressed her braless tits against my shoulder while
combing some of the hair upwards and trimming it back with scissors. "Why
wouldn't they like it here?"

"Traffic for a big reason. They are fussy and nervous women, I knew them
before my brother did and it was because of me that they met. But, they are
very nervous in traffic and the sheer volume of traffic in this area would
have them frantic within days, even as passengers."

She stepped around to the side and continued combing up and trimming hair as
we talked. Leaning close so her voice wouldn't carry to the other seats she
said very low, "You know, I've never been in a foursome before, nor a
three-way for that matter." She smiled and stood then, pushing her crotch
against my elbow, where it rested on the arm of the barber chair, through
the barber sheet.

I was a little in shock today over the way she was carrying on. Thinking she
must either be having another fight with her husband, or he wasn't paying
the proper attention to her - again. She always seemed more blatantly flirty
when frustrated, but had never made an outright pass like she seemed to few
minutes ago, nor pushed the conversations into the areas she was steering
this one.

"You know, I'll bet I could find a few volunteers for you if you're really
interested," I said softly as she worked.

"I'll bet you just could, but I wouldn't be interested in just anyone," and
she emphasized her comment with a slight movement of her hips, she was still
in contact with my elbow.

She stepped to the front then and turned to check her work, bending slightly
more than normal and giving me a nice view down her blouse - her freckled
breasts swinging slightly as she moved her head and body this way and that
in examination. I made an obvious point of enjoying the view and her smile
widened as she straightened, turning her back to choose her next tools from
the rack. Knowingly or not she was now presenting me with a view I always
enjoyed during my haircuts. Narrow waisted, with a high butt, she always
wore skin tight jeans that were designed to separate and then lift the
cheeks of her ass, the half inch center seam riding well within the valley
between the moons. The leggings molding to the shape of her thighs and most
of her calves as she moved.

For the umpteenth time since I'd started coming to her for my haircuts I
wondered if she had to oil herself in the mornings to get into those
britches. They pegged out just above delicate looking bare ankles which in
turn disappeared into sneaker socks and designer tennis shoes with a two
inch heel lift. The eight gold bangle bracelets on her wrist tinked together
as she placed the small scissors into the drawer and switched combs with
another from the jar of blue goop that always inhabited a barbers tool
shelf. She dropped the comb and bent at the waist to retrieve it, moving
somewhat slowly and giving me the impression it was intentional. As I
watched a very definite set of 'camel toes' form around the center seam of
her Calvin Klein's, she looked back at me around the edge of her leg and
smiled, confirming my suspicion.

I can't say I was much impressed by her current hair style, which changed as
often as she changed the color of her hair. She was still brown haired this
time, though a slightly lighter brown than a few weeks ago, but it was the
cut and style that bothered me a bit as it was now jaw length with an
outward flip. She looked like that Dutch Boy I used to see on all of those
paint commercials, or the drawings of the boy sticking his finger in the
dike in those books from childhood. All she was missing was the right
clothing and wooden shoes.

Rising, she retrieved another pair of scissors from the drawer and new comb
before stepping once more behind me. Using her finger tips she guided my
head forward and into the position she wanted for trimming the hair on the
back of my head. Before she released me she scratched lightly at my scalp
with her nails, commenting again about my birth mark and how much she
enjoyed the blonde streak of hair within the darker brown. She had gotten
into the habit of trimming the hair carefully around it and leaving it
longer so it was more pronounced. and I allowed it, never commenting about
her habit as long as she kept it trimmed above my collar. I never saw it
anyway, since it was on the back of my head, never giving it a thought
unless someone commented on it.

"Well, I still think they are coming here so they can have a foursome."

"If so Jennifer, I doubt they will want to include me. I was engaged to one
of them for a couple of years and neither care much for me since."

"You and your brother have the most amazing stories of things in your life.
They are so much more interesting than anyone else's. Have you ever been in
a foursome?"

"Just after I left High School, back before you were born, I shared an
apartment with eight other people for a while. It was a flop house really,
sometimes having up to fifteen people sleeping in the same room, but get a
good party going and some of the nights could get very interesting. At
seventeen, on most nights, I usually slept sandwiched between two women, one
twenty-two and the other thirty."

"You've both done so much more than other people who come in here."

"Not really. You're what? Twenty-four? Twenty-Five? I'm right at twice your
age, which gives me a lot more time to have experienced things, but I've not
really experienced or done things much different than so many others have.
You just haven't asked them the same questions you've asked me, have you?"

"No, probably not. You just seem so much more relaxed about things than
most, I don't have any worries about saying something that may offend you. I
don't think I could." She pressed her left breast tightly into my arm as she
leaned to look at my eyebrows. "Shall I trim your eyebrows for you? They're
getting a little wild again."

"If they need it, yes. It will keep them from hanging into my vision and
bothering me." She returned the scissors to the drawer and took up a small
pair of electric clippers. Turning to me she stepped up to my legs, resting
her thighs against my knees and pressing tightly. Using a fine comb she
raised the longer hairs and ran the clippers over the comb, trimming them
back. That was one of the drawbacks of getting older, about half the hairs
in my eyebrows grew wild and needed constant trimming.

She must really be in frustration mode right now if she was initiating so
much direct body contact. Normally we flirted back and forth as we talked
about whatever topic she brought up, but she was usually careful about
things and had never done more than lightly brush against me here and there,
while working. Today, she was really pushing the limits and warping the hell
out of that imaginary line we never crossed in our dealings with one
another. She began moving around me, giving my hair the light feathering I
like so it wasn't over bulked and wouldn't stick out oddly in places,
running her fingers into my hair at the sides, examining the length as she
used the opportunity to stroke my ears and the edge of my jawline with her
finger tips.

Much more of this and I might embarrass myself when I stood up. "Careful," I
said softly.

Equally as softly she replied, "You know what they say, if there is
something you want, or want to accomplish, you need to go after it. I believ
e that. So many people are satisfied to wait for things to come to them and
it often doesn't, so if I want it, I go after it. I find it much more
productive and satisfying for me if I do. "

Stepping around in front of me she stepped back and looked closely at me.
"Turn your head to the right." She looked closely at the hair on the left
side of my head. "Now to the left." An equally close look at the right side
of my head. "Now look directly at me." I looked directly into her eyes as
she tipped her head and upper body this way and that, studying her work
before her eyes finally met mine. Her lips were slightly parted and she
allowed the tip of tongue to appear, just a tiny bit, and trace the inside
of her upper lips, the look in her eyes seemed to be saying, 'You have only
to ask.'

I let it slide. I was very flattered that I might still be attractive to
someone half my age, and I was very tempted to find out how serious she was,
but she was not the only hairdresser in the place today. The shop was shared
by four women, two of the others were present and tending to their female
customers, Jennifer was the only one who cut men's hair. I had learned many
years before that I had a very distinctive voice, low and rumbling in
character it carried very well, even at lower tones and 'always' if I didn't
want it to. I did not wish to cause problems for either of us, so I remained
quiet.

Turning her back and retrieving a large hand mirror she stepped behind me to
show a reflection of my new haircut. I was satisfied with it and told her
so.

She had raised her prices a few months back from fifteen to eighteen
dollars, I had noticed the change in her sign on the wall at the time, yet
still she never asked for more than fifteen dollars from either my brother
or I after a cut. I pulled  a twenty and two ones from my wallet, holding
them out for her as we walked towards the front counter and their cash
drawer. Rather than simply taking the money, as she normally did, she
supported my hand with her left as she placed her right into my palm and
squeezed before accepting the money. She thanked me and placed the money in
the cash drawer before following me outside, chatting quietly about nothing
as we walked.

At the corner of the building, where a narrow drive led to parking in the
rear of the building, was a sign on a hinge. It said 'Walk in Haircuts
Welcome' and was her way of letting male customers know she was present and
working. The others worked only by appointment and only on women, with
rather substantial penalties for no-shows, but while the others were
hairdressers, Jennifer was a barber, and her customers are all male. Though
a few regulars showed at the same time each week for their haircuts, most,
such as myself, simply walked in when they felt a cut was needed and had the
extra time to get one. Men seldom do such things as getting haircuts by
appointment and the sign was her way of inviting her customers for a cut.
She turned the sign in now, flat to the wall, her message to customers that
she was not there or not available.

"Time for a break," she said, turning back towards the door and I continued
towards the corner and the parking lot. "Things have been a little slow
today anyway."

"Well, thanks for the cut, excellent as always. You have a relaxing break
and a good day, okay?"

"I think I just might," she said with a grin, an impish smile on her face
and a glint in her eyes as she finished turning away.



I walked  slowly towards the parking lot and my mini-van, replaying the
haircut and her forwardness in my mind. Shaking my head and chuckling about
the whole thing even as I wondered if I was making a mistake by not having
made either move or comment. Especially once she had followed me outside.
But, I hardly considered Main Street, in a small town like Willoughby Lake -
where everyone's noses are buried up the asshole of everyone else's
business - to be the proper place for such advances. Too many people knew
her and some me, though lots less knew me than her. I hated the thought of
providing fuel for the local gossips.

I was just unlocking my van's door when the rear door of the shop opened and
Jennifer came out. "Wait a minute. I'd like to talk with you before you go."
I turned the key and all of the locks on my small cargo van went 'thunk' as
they opened, before replacing the keys in my pocket and waiting as she
crossed the yard. I noticed as she came that her blouse, which had only two
buttons undone earlier, during my cut, now had three undone and her breasts
swayed as she walked, the inner side of first one, then the other coming
momentarily into view as she approached. I was always amazed by women as
they moved, she could just as easily, as most women could, have walked
across that lot without causing more than the slightest jiggle in those
peek-a-boo playing mounds of enticement. Instead, she chose to cause the
swing and sway as she approached me, and I wondered what she had in mind. I
didn't have to wait long to find out.

The back lot was completely surrounded by a high wooden fence, for privacy
when it was someone's home, before it became a business. When she came
within reach, she raised her arms and wrapped them under mine and around my
back, pulling me close as she raised her lips to mine and kissed me. There
was passion and need there as her lips parted mine and her tongue chased
mine inside my mouth. The kiss didn't last long, but she was rubbing herself
against my leg as she held me and my hands had moved to rest lightly on her
hips.

"You are coming with me, mister." and she took my hand leading me to the
wooden stairs for the second floor of the barber shop, a currently unused
yet furnished apartment. Unlocking the door she told me, "It's pretty well
sound-proofed so tenants won't disturb the business below, but we should try
to keep the noise down a little to be safe."

"Exactly what do you have in mind, young lady?"

"I am 'exactly' going to fuck you silly, sir, and you are going to help me
live out a fantasy I've had for years, but have been afraid to tell anyone
before."

"That depends on the fantasy. I'm not into bondage or pain, for either of
us."

"Nope, none of that, I don't think I would enjoy it either, but I do want,
at least once, to be treated and used like a real slut. To be used and taken
like a whore. Anything and everything goes, short of bondage, tearing
clothes, intentionally inflicting real pain, or leaving marks." She said as
she closed the door behind us and led the way into a bedroom. "The sheets
and bedding are clean, by the way, I clean everything regularly in case
someone comes to look at the place."

Grabbing the blankets and top sheet she flipped them completely off the bed
and onto the floor before she began removing her clothes, her back was still
towards me and I simply waited.

She kept her back to me as she removed her clothes, neither looking at me,
nor turning towards me until she was completely naked, except for one silly
white sneaker sock which had stayed in place when she kicked off her shoes
and slid off her jeans. The other was stuck somewhere inside her pant leg
when she tossed the jeans aside, as were her panties. Her buttocks were as
high and firm as they'd appeared to be through the jeans, with a pronounced
dimple above each, so her jeans hadn't supported or shaped her buttocks, as
they do for some women, but had merely defined them. The blouse went last,
slipping from her shoulders and revealing her pale back as she allowed it to
fall to the floor behind her. Because of her work, she had little time to
spend in the sun getting a tan, so there was only the barest trace of tan
lines from what must have been a very skimpy bikini indeed, and from behind,
her body was everything I had ever thought it would be.

She turned slowly then, looking down at the floor as she did so, as if
suddenly shy and worried about what my reaction might be. Her breasts were
slightly smaller and less naturally supported than I thought they'd be, but
quite lovely nonetheless, wide areole, darker than expected, surrounded
already excited nipples almost as thick as they were long. Having always
been curious about her natural hair color I was happy to see the dark brown
curls with hints of red that formed a sharp clean vee above her crotch.

She looked up then and seemed surprised to find me still dressed as I looked
at her body, a questioning look in her eyes as she looked up into mine for
some clue or reason. Reaching with both hands, I gripped her breasts more
tightly than I needed to and pulled her towards me, saying, "You want to
play the slut, you will be the slut, but if you really want this, you are
going to undress me as we proceed. First though . . . "

I pinched both nipples between the side of my curled index finger and thumb,
twisting slightly before transferring my left hand to the hair at the back
of her neck and grasping it firmly. Pulling her closer still I tipped her
head back to kiss her, at the same time running my right fingertips down the
side of her stomach to her hips before moving sideways and into her curly
short hairs. Her feet and thighs were still together and I slide one foot
forward touching the insides of her ankles as we kissed. Following
directions she spread her feet apart, moving first one, then the other as
her arms went around my neck, pulling my face closer to hers as we kissed.
Our teeth met and our mouths widened still more, allowing more play space
for our tongues.

Her breath against my left cheek and mine against hers were in long slow
inhalations and exhalations as I looked, finding her eyes closed, her brows
arching high and a flush rising in her temples as we continued. Her hands
dropped to my waist and began working on my belt as I slid my right hand
between her thighs. She was already hot and wet to the touch when my fingers
arrived and bringing three fingers together I rubbed them over and between
her vulvae. Once, twice, three times and then, with fingers just barely
dampened, I curled them and slid all three into her vagina, pushing firmly
for maximum depth with the first entry. Still watching, I saw her brow
furrow and felt as well as heard the soft "Unh!" of surprise and minor pain
in her throat as they forced their way in. The knuckle of my thumb had come
to rest against the upper end of her cleft, and though I had missed the
clitoris on initial contact, I moved it in a sharp circle for stimulation
before beginning to finger fuck her.

It was only a matter of a stroke or two before my fingers were fully
moistened and easily moved within her wet nest, causing her no further pain
and beginning to increase her sensations. My thumb was working better for
her as well, as I'd found her love nubbin on the third or fourth such
invasion and was now directly stimulating it with almost every stroke. I
think she had her first orgasm then, riding my hand while we kissed as in
the middle of that ride she suddenly lunged against me. In the middle of her
lunge I released her hair and began sliding my free hand down her back.

Jennifer's hands had finished releasing my belt and she somehow pulled it
from the belt loops in a single smooth move, something I could seldom do
myself, before dropping it beside us. She began working on the button at my
waistband then, and my zipper as I continued my ministrations.

I worked my fingers slowly down her back, beginning by dragging just the
tips of my nails ever so lightly down either side of her spine for about
three inches before spreading the fingers and sliding the pads up along her
back to their starting point. Then it was the nail tips again as they slid
down four inches along her spine before the pads spread and slid back up
three inches. Down four, and up three, repeated continuously, gently,
inevitably as they travelled further and further down her back. Finally I
felt the dimples when I spread open my hand, one under my thumb, the other
under a finger tip, and with the next pass down her spine, I didn't stop
but altered my hand so a single finger slid into the crease of her ass,
between those lovely buttocks. She tensed then, momentarily clenching her
ass muscles and stopping my finger as the cheeks came tightly together, but
it was only for a moment as she relaxed again immediately, evidently
remembering that she wished to surrender total control, desiring to be a
true slut, and lust object, if only this once, my finger continued until I
reached her anus itself.

Pressing slightly, the rim of the opening began to spread beneath my finger,
but I wasn't trying to gain entry, merely cause sensations. I rubbed back
and forth across it, feeling the slight spread and closure as I passed each
time, circling lightly to the sides and around the opening as well.

Her efforts at my waist had gained effect, as my jeans were now open to the
bottom of the zipper and she was trying to get her hands inside, seeking my
cock, yet two things prevented her .... the tightness of the jeans
themselves and the fact that my cock was pointed in the wrong direction,
down. As it was growing, it was doing so downwards, along the inside of my
thigh and I was trying to actually prevent it from growing larger as it's
positioning would soon become painful.

It was then that I know she had an orgasm for sure, pushing her chest
forward against mine and her pelvis down sharply into my hand as she finally
broke the kiss, throwing back her head as her eyes opened fully. She drew a
sudden deep breath before letting it out slowly, leaning her head forward
against my shoulder as she finally began relaxing through it.

I froze then, waiting at first and planning to continue with more of the
same then changed my mind and did something completely different. As soon as
she began recovering herself I dipped where I stood and using both hands
where they were and my shoulder I suddenly raised her up and tossed her onto
her back on the bed. It was time to treat her like a slut, someone both
hungry for every sensational orgasm she could reach and willing to do
anything to achieve them. She didn't move, but remained where she landed,
watching as I stripped myself. Shirt and shoes as one, followed  by my
jeans, shorts and socks, as I was sliding my pants down my legs I caught
sight of that one ridiculous sock remaining on her foot and told her to
remove it.

I began again with her tits. pinching, massaging and teasing them without
attention elsewhere, her nipples, which had become partly flaccid from lack
of individual attention, were soon standing tall and proud once more under
the rough treatment. After a few minutes I grasped her breasts completely,
squeezing them rather harshly as I did so. She seemed to sense what was
coming and her hands went to my wrists, holding tightly as I lifted, pulling
her into a kneeling position before me, her grip on my wrists preventing any
real damage or injury as I did so. Harsh as my grip was, I was careful not
to hold so sharply or strongly as to leave any marks as she read my moves to
perfection.

Bending down I began an oral manipulation of her breasts as I once more slid
my hand towards her vagina, seeing her knees shift and widen as my hand slid
down her belly. Putting her hands on my shoulders she supported herself as
she arched her back sharply, pushing her breast further into my mouth as I
worked on it and giving easier access to her hot snatch. I had been moving
my left hand towards her remaining breast, but as she arched herself I
altered it's course and slid it once more behind her back, helping to
support her as we continued. Ten minutes at least I moved from breast to
breast as I once more finger fucked her to another orgasm, her hands on my
shoulders going behind my head and pulling tightly, flattening my nose into
her chest as her muscles tensed through this one, rather than relaxing. When
I was able to look up, I found her biting her lower lip and mewling sounds
came from within her heaving breast.

Then it was my turn as I turned her so her back was to me, positioning her
so she supported herself on her elbows I guiding her head, forcing it
backwards and raising it, I was forcing her to look up and backwards at me,
or more precisely at the bottom of my wagging hard-on before her face. Her
mouth opened and I slipped inside.

I did something then that I'd only done to a woman on a few occasions in my
life, always before at their request, I face-fucked her. Beginning somewhat
slowly and shallowly, I gently increased the depth and pace as I proceeded,
and from what I could see of her eyes beneath my cock, they were closed. I
could feel her tongue trying to work as we progressed and I returned my
hands to her breasts, much more gently this time, pinching and massaging.

Her eyes flashed open wide and she almost gagged when I touched the back of
her throat. I relaxed my thrusts for a moment, keeping them shallow once
again and gentler as I approached her throat once more. Her eyes stayed wide
now, bulging as she stared at my balls and their slow swing before her eyes
with each new stroke. Finally I reached her throat once more and felt her
chest jerk once under my hands in a not quite retching motion. I froze then,
neither pushing nor withdrawing as I awaited some type of result. At the
contact, I had felt her throat close up before my cock and push back against
the invader as I waited. Her eyes seemed to bulge even more and she had quit
trying to breathe as we remained there, frozen in the moment, neither of us
moving for nor against what was happening. As I stood frozen holding contact
by the slightest of pressures, not truly trying to force more entry, she
neither tried to withdraw back up my cock, nor advance further down it's
length. We held that moment for what seemed an unending eternity. I was just
beginning to believe that I would have to withdraw completely, allowing her
recovery time before trying something else to give her the fantasy she
desired when it happened, her muscles relaxed completely and I slipped at
least a further inch within her throat as she exhaled sharply through her
nose and onto my balls.

Again I froze, waiting .... watching, feeling, listening, trying to sense
any reaction from her of choking, retching or gagging. Slut fantasies she
may have, but they wouldn't include being made sick or being unwelcomly
impaled in this manner and though I would gladly do everything to please
her, it did not include completely unwelcome acts. Again, the moment seemed
interminable as neither of us moved and she simply breathed through her nose
against my ball sac. Four times she exhaled against me before she moved and
when she did it was to take more of my invading member so I slid forward the
last couple of inches until my pelvis gently touched her chin and my balls
bounced gently against her nose.

I began moving then, slowly, gently, withdrawing a few inches until I was
just within her throat before sliding gently forward once more. A few
strokes and I withdrew a little further, then a little more and a little
more with each stroke, until I was fucking past the back of her throat with
every stroke. Passing, on each slow glide forwards and back, what for so
many women was an impassable point during a blow job. That was part of the
reason for the position I'd placed her in, like a sword swallower's her
throat was straighter, more open for invasion as my cock continued thrusting
in and out of her throat. I didn't continue there long though, as I was
coming perilously close to orgasm and things couldn't end just yet. I
withdrew and as I did so, her mouth remained open for a moment and she
strained forward after me as I left her mouth, her tongue showing as it
quested in search of its departing lover.

Before she could recover at all though, I turned her in place again and
raised her legs high above her head as I buried my face in her pussy,
beginning with my nose which I pushed into the bottom of her gash and slid
slowly upwards until it clipped her clitoris as it passed. She popped once
again and seemed to continue coming as I planted my lips over her now
longer, more distended clitoris and sucked hard, twiddling and jiggling it
with the tip of my tongue as I sucked on it.

She seemed to be experiencing consecutive, non-stop orgasms now as I palmed
a breast and again brought three fingers to her vagina, slipping them easily
inside, twisting repeatedly with each thrust and withdrawal. One of her
hands had moved to her free breast, even as the other knotted itself in my
freshly cut hair pulling harshly, forcing me tighter to her now thrusting
twat. I watched then as continuous small tremors began passing across her
abdomen, seeming to pass first in one direction, then another and even a
third. They finally seemed to race towards the middle from all directions
before stilling completely . . . then began once again. I had no way of
knowing how many of these mini-orgasms she had before finally pushing
against my head to make me stop and immediately grabbing my hands to stop
them as well. If the quivering tremors of her abdomen were each a separate
orgasm, then I'd guess twelve or fifteen before she forced a stop.

I do know that her breathing was ragged gasps when we stopped, her chest
heaving as thin trickles of sweat flowed downwards across her temples. into
her hair, as other droplets gathered on and across her chest and upper
stomach. As her legs fell over the edge of the bed and hung there, she may
have been done, but I was not, not yet. I lay down with my hips on the bed,
next to her head and leaned forward, touching her under the chin with my
still hard cock. She opened her eyes and groaned when she saw it, looking
past it to where I had propped myself on my side, supporting my head with my
hand.

"Orally, vaginally or anally, your choice. You wanted to play slut, and this
slut's work is not yet done . . . I'm not finished off."

""I've never allowed anything anal in my life and I thank you for not
pushing your finger in, I'm not sure I could handle you there . . . not for
a first time. My vagina is so tender now I'm afraid I'll walk funny already
when I go back downstairs, so I guess it will have to be oral. I've never
taken all of a man before, not even my husband, who's much smaller than you
are. I'm surprised I could and I want to know if I can again. Just don't
come in my mouth, okay?"

"Pull off when I tell you to and use your hand to finish me, it'll be fine."

She didn't make it past her choke point the first time, having to pull back
and cough before she could continue. The second time she approached it more
slowly though and as she reached her throat she made some small adjustment
in her position and pushed forward. She had it all once again, having gone
to the root in a single move. She held then and simply breathed before she
tried to waggle her tongue against me and tensed the muscles in her throat
as she moved marginally. Each new effort on her part was bringing me closer
to the edge as she began sliding further and further off with each new
stroke, tightening the muscles in her throat as she withdrew and relaxing as
she took me in. Then she put me over the top, during an exhale she let out a
groan that seemed to start in her chest and slide up her throat and along my
cock, the reaction was so immediate and so enjoyable that I almost forgot my
promise. But I managed to hold on as I pushed against her shoulder and said
"Move! Move now!"

She slid back and off, taking me immediately in her left hand and pumping
rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. It wasn't planned, but I filled
her face as I came. I was watching as it happened, the first spurt seeming
to be a solid stream as it leaped from the head of my cock and into her
cheek, where it bounced before landing again, this time on her ear and
temple. The second caught her chin and throat and I closed my eyes, not
seeing where the following spurts went as my legs and abdomen locked up with
my orgasm, she continued pumping me dry despite the bath she was getting.

Soon enough it was over and as I lay recovering she rose going to the
bathroom and returning with a couple of dampened towels. She had already
cleaned most of the mess from her face, hair and chest but continued to swab
herself with one hand as she used the other to clean me where I lay. Once
satisfied that my pecker, hand and face were clean, she reversed my towel
and used it between her legs and around her ass, claiming hers was too semen
filled to be of use.


Neither spoke as we dressed and she insisted on leading me into the bathroom
where she used my comb to reset my hair and comb out her own. At the door,
before we exited, she said simply, "Thank You. I really need that."

"No, Thank 'You'. I'm currently between girlfriends and it's been a couple
of months for me."

"Well, here's hoping my husband is still denying me and you are still
without a girlfriend when you come for your next haircut. If it's a Monday,
when I'm the only one here I will close for the rest of the day and we'll be
able to run the showers and be as loud as we want. That was the hardest part
for me today, remaining quiet."

We kissed at the bottom of the stairs and she went back inside as I crossed
the lot to my Mini-van. I saw one of the other Hairdressers outside, smoking
a cigarette, as I left the lot and she waved at me with a big smile on her
face.

"Oh, Shit!" I said as I pulled into traffic and headed home.

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