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Subject: {ASSM} "The Salon Changed My Life!" (MF FM creampie) by Creampie Eater
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The Salon Changed My Life!
--------------------------

I sat in the chair, waiting my turn and reading one of
those hairstyle magazines.  I wasn't sure if I wanted
to change my 'do yet or not, but looking filled the
time.  My regular stylist, Shanna, wasn't done with
her current customer yet.  In this circumstance,
rather than having me wait at the mall entrance to the
salon, she always had me come back and had someone get
me an espresso.  And so I sat, idly flipping through
the mag (was the shag really coming back?) and trying
not to eavesdrop on Shanna and her current customer,
Lisa.

"Oh jeeze," Lisa said, "I forgot to tell you.  You
know I have been dating this guy for a while..."

"...Max...", Shanna interjected.

"...yes, Max.  Anyways, I told you he was a pretty
wild lover, right?"

"Uh huh," Shanna said, listening but also carefully
snipping.  Lisa was getting a precision bob, and the
ends had to be just right.

"Well.  Last Friday night, Max takes me out to dinner;
says he wants to discuss something important with me."
Lisa looked at Shanna in the mirror, who was looking
right back at her, pausing her work.  Girls know that
when guys take them out in public to talk to them, it
is important.  I wanted to look too, but I know the
limits of involvement when eavesdropping.

"OK," Shanna said, indicating she was listening.  She
even lowered the scissors.

"Well.  He orders us some wine, and we clink glasses
right.  Oh, he has ordered a back booth and is sitting
next to me, not across from me."  I tried to see
Lisa's hand furtively.  No ring.  I was sure he was
going to propose.  This was a big deal setup.

"Go on," Shanna prompted.  These sorts of intimate
conversations are why Shanna is always running behind,
and why we all like her.

"Well," Lisa said.  I was getting annoyed at her style
of punctuating her sentences.  "We get the wine, and
we take a sip.  Then he looks over at me and tells me
again that he wants to discuss something with me. I'm
like, 'OK', and he has this embarrassed look."  She
dropped her voice, apparently like Max did, and I had
to struggle to hear.  "He says, 'I know we have tried
a lot of stuff, sexually, but I have been afraid to
tell you this one thing... and it is the one thing
that I really really want'."

"You guys are always surprising me with what you do!"
Shanna said, in awe.  "What could he possibly want?"

"Well.  I am like, 'its OK, I'll keep an open mind,
promise.'  But I'll say this... I was a little
disappointed because I thought that maybe it was a
ring.  Silly I know."  A glance at Shanna and I could
tell she thought like me that it was either a ring or
a breakup.  "So anyways, he said, 'I am really happy
with you, and I think we are going places, so I want
to tell you something I have never ever told anyone. 
And I am a bit scared you will run out.'" I find it
hard to think a guy would talk like that, but maybe
Max did. Lisa continued, "I was all curious about it,
and a bit scared too.  What was so damn hard to say to
me?  Hell, I was letting him fuck my ass every night!"

"Every night?" Shanna interjected.  She was surprised
as I was.  I pretended to like one pic, just in case
they decided to look at me.

"Well, almost every night," she revised.  Then she
giggled slightly, "I kinda like it now."

I was getting frustrated at the slow pace, but I was
in no position to prompt her.  Shanna picked up a comb
to smooth out Lisa's hair, making sure the ends were
perfectly in a line, from her chin tilting up slightly
to the back, where a little nape was showing.  I
looked at her in the mirror, thinking that I liked the
style.  It was also an excuse to look at them as they
talked.

"So what did he say?" Shanna finally asked.

"Well.  He said, 'You know I am not gay,' and I said
'Believe me, I know.'" Lisa rolled her eyes.  No way
was Max gay.  "'And you know I like to eat your
pussy'."  Lisa said it so low that I practically had
to read lips.  "And I was like, 'yeah, and...' and
then he told me..."  She paused, drawing out the
thing.

Shanna about slugged her.  "Come on!"

Lisa laughed a little, "He told me, 'I have this
fantasy of fucking you and cumming in you and then
going back down on you'".  Lisa was looking at Shanna,
a slightly shocked expression on her face, a mild
reflection of the shock that she must have felt.  I
looked back down at the magazine, trying to hide my
own shock.  What was this he had said?

Shanna was shocked too.  "What did he say?  What did
he mean?"

"Right?" Lisa said, nodding her head and forcing
Shanna to re-comb her hair.  "That's what I wanted to
know.  So I asked, 'what do you mean, go back down on
me'?"

"And?"

"And he said, 'I want to eat you after I've cum in
you... I want to clean your pussy and eat my cum out.'
 I was freaking!"

Shanna nodded, taking the scissors and snipping a
stray hair.  "So what did you say?"

"Well, what could I say?" Lisa asked.  "He explained
how he had always wanted to do that, how he liked
eating his own cum when he jacked off, and how he had
heard that it was great for me when he did that after.
 He made it all seem very sensible.  And he told me he
was afraid I would think he was a fag for liking it. 
He was so cute when he was telling me."

I could sympathize.  My boyfriend was very cute when
he was vulnerable.  It made me feel so close to him,
and I wanted to fuck him every time.  I wondered...
did he have a secret like this?

"So, I guess you didn't dump him," Shanna said.  She
spritzed some more water onto Lisa's still-damp hair,
then applied a bit of gel to the ends.

"Dump him?  Hell!  We've never had sex as hot as that
night!"  She was laughing, really animated now.  "I
mean, I like eating cum and why shouldn't he?  And I'd
be a fool for stopping him from eating me!"  Lisa
looked up at Shanna in the mirror, and they locked
eyes.  "He fucked the hell out of me, and I kept
telling him he was going to put his face in my pussy
after.  He can normally last a long time, but this
time his eyes almost popped out and he came after
about five minutes.  I don't think I'd ever heard him
grunt as he came before!"

"Wow," Shanna said.

"And then, he was smiling like crazy, but all sleepy. 
I could see he wanted to do it, but he was worn out. 
So when he rolled onto his back, I surprised him and
sat on his face."

Shanna had picked up the blow dryer, but stopped. 
"You MADE him eat you?" she asked.

"Yeah, I did," Lisa giggled.  "It was for his own good
though."

"And was it OK?"

"It was unbelievable.  I can't always cum from being
fucked, so sometimes I end up a little frustrated...
you know.  He had gotten me all worked up, like
screwing was more foreplay.  As soon as I sat on his
face, he started to moan, like 'oh god oh god' and
went crazy!  His tongue was everywhere, inside,
outside, around.  He touched ALL the right places, and
it was so kinky to listen to him moaning as he licked
out that gooey cum.  I came SOOOO hard, and then he
started choking.  So I was like, 'what is wrong' and
he was like, 'you squirted out a big mouthful when you
came.'"  Lisa giggled again.  Good thing she wasn't
looking at me, because my face was red.  This was
really hot to hear, and I was reacting to it, and not
just with my face... I was very wet.

"He was sooo cute," Lisa continued, "his face covered
with our juices, all shiny-like.  He was smiling so
broadly!  So then I looked down and saw that he was
hard again already."

"No shit?" Shanna asked.

"No shit.  So I sat on him and rode him and licked his
face.  It was really tangy... it was really hot.  I
came twice like that, and when he came again he went
down on me, again.  I don't know how many times we
fucked that night, or how many times I came.  I think
we only stopped for breakfast."

The story seemed complete, so Shanna turned on the
blow dryer and took a large round brush. She smoothed
out Lisa's very cute bob, curling the ends slightly
under.

I watched, thinking about my boyfriend, Steve.  He was
a decent lover, not anything to brag about, like Max
apparently was.  He too loved eating me, but in his
case I think it was because he had a problem with
premature ejaculation that we couldn't quite solve. 
His oral fixation took the pressure off his inept
fucking.  I loved have him in me, feeling us so
together as lovers, so complete and fulfilled.  When
he entered me, it was almost more of a mind fuck than
a pussy fuck.
 
But honestly, all his fucking did was get me even more
aroused without taking me over the top. I don't know
how many times I'd laid there, Steve smiling happily
but me feeling unfulfilled.  If I could get him to
finish me off afterwards, it would be awesome. 
Perfect.  But how could I get him to do it?

I looked again at Lisa, imagining myself as her. 
Confident, outgoing, in charge.  She had taken matters
into her own hands, made Max eat her afterwards, and
had enjoyed the fruits of that daring action.  I
wanted that.

I then looked at myself in the mirror.  I was pretty,
I thought.  But that hair reflected my inner self. 
Shoulder length, brown, limp, lifeless, blah.  No
style.  I had really nice features, especially my
eyes, so why did I hide behind such a nondescript 'do?
 Shanna had wanted to update my look ages ago, but I
had always gone back to what made me feel comfortable.
 I had a nice pretty neck, I saw, lifting my hair to
look.  Why not show some of it?

Lisa was checking her cut.  She was radiant.  So sexy,
but most of that came from the inside.  Sure, her
sleek bob complimented her, but her sexiness seemed
well up and overflow.

"Nice job, as always," she said, using a hand mirror
to check the back of her head.  Her fingertips brushed
the clipped hairs at her slightly tapered nape.  "Oh
yeah, and since Friday we have done it every night and
every morning.  Same thing.  He is one happy camper...
and I am too!"  She stood and collected her things,
then started to the front of the salon.

"I'll be right back," said Shanna as she went to trail
Lisa.  I nodded.

I came to a decision then.  I would NOT be milquetoast
anymore.  I would take charge of my life, and dammit,
Steve would either learn to eat my cummy pussy, or
Steve would be gone.  And it would all start with this
haircut.

Shanna came back, looking at the magazine in my hand
as she motioned for me to follow her.  "Come on back
for a shampoo.  Know what you want?" she asked.

"Yep.  I want what that last girl has."

***

Shanna kept telling me how great it was going to look,
and when she had cut it, it did look good even wet. 
On a whim, I had asked if it was possible to get one
of those new color washes, so that I could see if I
liked being a different color.  Shanna practically
orgasmed, saying she had wanted to see me with auburn
hair for a long time, instead of the mousey brown I
naturally had.  Back to the sink I went, and Shanna
kept praising me as she scrubbed my scalp (I love
that, a scalp massage).

When she was done with the big round brush, I stared
at myself.  I had opted for blunt bangs, and my green
eyes seemed enormous.  The incredibly sleek and
stylish hair seemed to frame my face, calling
attention to my best features.  

"You have a great neck," Shanna told me.  "I bet your
boyfriend can't keep his hands off."

She handed me a mirror so that I could see the back,
and instinctively I reached out to touch the short
bristles that were the remainder of the hair that had
always covered my neck.  The shorter back curled
under, leading my eyes to my neck.  Looking in the
hand mirror, I saw that I had the kind of look I had
always felt jealous of.  I felt totally different...
desirable.

I normally walk out of the salon feeling I've
accomplished a chore or met a goal.  But this time, I
felt supercharged.  For the first time I could
remember, I felt sexy.  The salon is in a mall, and on
another whim I went into the Dillards.  I stopped at a
makeup counter worked by a girl I thought looked great
and asked for an evaluation.

"Hot date?" she asked, noting my brand new haircut.

"Sort of," I confessed.  More than pick out good
colors for me, she also showed me how to put on make
up that was sophisticated, and another version that
was just plain hot.  It seemed as I had been good
looking my whole life, and was just now realizing it!

I guess we had a rapport, because she offered to help
me pick out some clothes for my "date". I was a bit
worried, because she was very trendy in a way I never
could be.  But she turned out to have decent taste and
to be sensitive to my likes and dislikes.  It was
great fun, with her pushing me gently to be more
daring, and me actually wanting to be.  With
permission, I even left my old gunnysack clothes in
the dressing room and walked out of Dillards wearing a
whole new outfit: cool heels, a dress cut above the
knee--a good three inches above the knee!--, and a
tighter-than-usual ribbed blouse.  I felt I had the
world by the tail, and even stopped in the restroom to
see if I still looked good.  Wow, I looked different.

I got into my car, suddenly worried.  I had come into
the office early so that I could afford a long-enough
lunch to get my regular haircut.  Instead, I had
received a totally new style and new clothes too.  I
was a good two hours past due.  As soon as I realized
I felt those worried thoughts, I put a stop to them;
"no use fretting over something until I have to," I
reasoned.

I didn't just walk back into the office, I strutted. 
I saw guys who had never looked at me "like that" look
at me exactly like that.  Everyone was surprised, and
I knew eyes were following me.  It felt awesome.

Lee Anne, my coworker, got up from her desk and came
hustling into my office as soon as she saw me. 
"Nancy, is that you?" she asked, almost seriously.

"Yes?" I said, turning to face her.  Her face was
painted with delight.

"Wow... you look so different," she said.  "Terrific."
 I smiled in genuine pleasure since compliments had
been rare lately.

"Thanks... felt like I needed a change," I replied.  I
fought the urge to play with my hair, which was an old
nervous habit of mine.  I didn't want to do anything
old, especially if it would ruin my look.

"Wow," she said again, peering at my left side and
right.  Then, shaking herself back to the moment, she
said, "Sam has been looking for you for an hour.  I
think he is irritated... just warning you."

I walked two doors down to Sam's office, knocking as I
entered, and saying "you were looking for me?"

He looked up, initially irritated, but then I could
tell he was startled.  "Nancy?" he asked.

"You wanted me?" I repeated.  I also flashed him a
smile.  I was gonna ride this new sexy image as long
as I could.

"Yeah, I did, but no big deal," he answered.  No big
deal?  Then his irritation was all about his need for
power?  "You look great," he said, his eyes starting
at my face, then traveling down.  I don't know when
the last time a man looked me over so obviously. 
Junior High?

"Thanks," I said.  "My appointment ran long... is that
a problem?"

"Oh no.  I had a question... but I forget what it was
now.  Nothing important.  You look so different...
great."   My goodness, he wasn't being my boss... he
was being a man and was reacting like a man!  That was
really interesting.

The next two hours were revelations as several guys
came in to my office on one pretext or another.  I had
no misunderstanding about what they were doing... they
were being men, and were reacting like men.  They were
like moths to a flame.  All the women in the office
came in to tell me how much better I looked.  One
woman, who was my former equal in mousiness, actually
asked to touch my neckline.  The feeling of her hand
there was electric, and I couldn't wait for my
boyfriend to kiss me there.  Or could I?

My first boss had a funny saying: "I came in late so
I'm leaving early to make up for it."  It was hard to
work with all the traffic coming in and out, so I
decided to leave early.  I didn't even take my
briefcase.  In my new sexy state, I didn't much feel
like working.

On the way home, I decided to stop in at the Barnes &
Noble to get a book that had been positively reviewed
in Redbook this month.  It was called Practical
Flirting, and dealt with how to both build flirting
skills and use them to advantage.  As I was browsing,
an acned boy of maybe 17 worked his way from across
the store to ask if I need help.  I thanked the clerk
and declined his offer of help.  I noticed that he
hovered in view, and decided to test my new outfit.  I
knelt on one knee to reach the bottom shelf, knowing
my short skirt would ride up onto my thigh.  Out of
the corner of my eye, I could see him staring in that
cute way horny young guys have.  I slowly stroked my
thigh, as if it were an idle movement, watching his
eyes popping.  What fun!

I found the book, and kept looking a bit longer.  I
pulled out How Bad Girls Get What They Want; Using
Your Naughty Nature, thinking it would be useful as
well.  Then I went to the checkout line, wanting to
get home before traffic got impossible.  The boy clerk
not-so-subtly followed me to the cash register, where
I was fourth in line.  When I got to be second, he
suddenly remembered how to log on and opened the
register, announcing "I can help the next in line."

As he rang me up, he commented, "If you need some help
flirting, you just let me know."  I felt very
flattered.

"I'll remember that," I promised, taking my bag and
strutting out.

When I got home, I again stared in the mirror.  I
could get narcissistic, I warned myself.  I gave
myself a fashion show with my new clothes, and pulled
out some old outfits, thinking of how I could use
them.  I felt totally feminine... what a difference.

An hour later, the phone rang.  It was Steve.

"I tried you at your office, and they said you had
left," he said.  "Everything OK?"

"To be honest, I have a bit of a headache," I lied.

"Oh... I was going to see if you wanted to grab a bite
to eat and hook up."  'Hook up' was his term for 'have
sex'.

"I don't feel up to it," I said.  I planned on trying
to replicate my new 'do now that I was home and to
read the books I had bought.

"Oh," he said, sounding disappointed.  I didn't often
refuse a chance to 'hook up.'  "Tomorrow maybe?"

"Maybe...."

We rung off, and I spent the evening as planned.  I
found it took a few tries to get the glossy smooth
look I wanted.  I also tried on the makeup I had
bought, perfecting the two styles I had been taught.

Then I settled into bed and began to read.  Practical
Flirting was as good as the review said, dividing the
topic into categories.  Work, fun, and romance were
all covered, along with tips on how flirt effectively.
 My favorite chapter was on how to take advantage of
the "good will" generated by flirting.  It was
outrageously predatory.  I loved it!  I read the parts
I needed straight away (Office and Romance) and
skimmed the rest.

The other book, How Bad Girls Get What They Want;
Using Your Naughty Nature, was very interesting.  It
had a lot of good stuff on techniques like subtle
blackmail and taking advantage of how men think with
their dicks, but I read in detail the section on
self-confidence.  The first step, it said, was a
honest self-appraisal.  Then, you can work your
strengths while rectifying your weaknesses.  Per its
instructions, I got naked and stood in front of my
mirror with full lighting.

Using the technique of pretending to use someone
else's eyes, I was surprised at what I saw. I knew my
eyes were pretty, but they were really outstanding. 
Part of it was the new haircut and makeup, but they
were honestly good.  Over the years, my eyes had
seemed to attain some sort of confident edge that
actually now seemed sexy.  My body wasn't bad; I had a
bit of a belly, true, and my hips were the victim of
my office-oriented lifestyle, but I think my abdomen
was maybe the best in the office.  I resolved to work
on that belly, so that it wouldn't get worse at least.
 I didn't have any butt problem a Stairmaster couldn't
solve.

I also liked my breasts.  They were a nice size, not
too saggy and they didn't have stretch marks at all. 
I saw my nipples were still a nice pink color, and I
knew they hardened nicely.  Likewise, my legs were
decent.  I would maybe do more walking, and wearing
heels would make them seem nicer.

All in all, I had more strengths than I thought.  My
biggest flaw seemed to have been my lack of caring how
I looked.  I changed that today, and I smiled as I
remembered the reaction I had gotten.  "No more dowdy
Nancy," I declared.

Standing in front of the mirror naked, I noticed for
the first time how furry my pussy had gotten.  Like
the hair on my head, it had suffered from neglect.  I
also saw to my chagrin that there were stray hairs
around my areola.  Eyyeeeewww!  "I'll do something
about that in the morning," I thought, then I headed
back to bed.

I stopped midstep.  "Why am I delaying this?" I
wondered.  "So I will forget?"  My old self had
postponed self-improvement for years.  Not so the new
Me.  "I'll do it now," I decided, "and completely. 
Good bye old Me."

I rummaged around the bathroom, searching for the
things I would need.  I got out my anti-bacterial
soap, a few new razors, some anti-septic aloe cream, a
pair of scissors, and my tweezers.  I used the
scissors to cut my public hair as short as possible,
feeling my excitement rise.  I was careful, but even
so I was soon looking at a very-visible pussy in the
mirror, not able to hide in the stubble that was left.

I took a washcloth, and soaked it in the sink in warm
water.  Then, I covered my pussy with it, hoping the
heat would soften the bristles and make shaving
easier.  As I waited, I picked up the tweezers.  "I'll
do my left breast, then shave," I told myself.

I found one of the stray hairs, and gripped it in the
tweezers.  Steeling myself, I quickly pulled it out. 
Fire and Damnation!  It hurt like hell!  Before I
could have doubts as to the sense of it, I pulled out
another.  I found I was puffing like a woman in
labor... my areolae stung!  But I kept going until all
the hairs were gone, then I rubbed on a little of the
anti-septic lotion.  You know what?  It felt good!  My
nipple began to stiffen.

The next thing I did was to shave my pussy clean.  I
used the anti-bacterial soap as a lubricant; I didn't
want an infection in a cut to cause a bump.  I wanted
slippery-smooth loins.  I took my time, enjoying the
feel of the blade, the sudden cold air as my naked
skin was exposed, and the heady rush that I was doing
something so very sexual.  I imagined the look on
Steve's face as I showed him my new bald pussy, which
led me to the look on his face as my bald pussy was
dripping cum into his mouth... I fought the urge to
put down the razor and finger myself.  This new Me was
all about self-control.

Being aroused did actually help.  My pussy lips
extended, which I used to advantage.  I gripped the
left and pulled it to the right across my opening,
then shaved the taut skin smooth.  I was surprisingly
slippery, I guess due to the increasingly wet state of
my pussy. The hardest part was shaving the part
between my ass and my pussy, the perineum or
"taint"--"'taint pussy and 'taint asshole".  It was
inaccessible, and I was tremendously aroused and
NEEDED to cum.  Hard.

I might have hurried a bit, wanting to be done so that
I could cum.  As I was rinsing the last razor blade (I
used three to make sure they were sharp), I saw the
tweezers.  "Oh no," I moaned, but I knew I was going
to do that task before masturbating.  This time it was
a lot easier, because my hard nipples seemed to deaden
the hair follicles in my areola.  Besides, I was
thinking ahead.

Finally, I was ready.  I sat on the edge of the
bathtub, where I could see myself.  I leaned back and
spread my legs, shocked at how visible my hole was.  I
had porn-star lips, I saw, and I was oozing juice. 
"Steve will love running his tongue inside this," I
thought, giving myself another thrill.  My clit was
hard, visible beyond the hood.  My nipples were now a
grayish color, but hard as erasers, and bigger than
that.  The new face and hair seemed elegant and
exceedingly sexy.  THIS was a the self-image I wanted:
my face flushed, exuding sexuality, my nipples hard
and begging to be sucked, my pussy flowing and
dripping down onto my ass crack.

I couldn't NOT touch myself any longer, and almost
immediately, I came.  A long, shuddering, intense,
immensely satisfying cum.  I felt like my entire
stomach was convulsing, but I was also aware of how my
nipples ached from suddenly getting even harder.  My
finger dropped from my clit to my hole, and I felt
myself spasming there, clenching and releasing.  I
thought about what Lisa had said, how she had expelled
Max's semen as she came.  The sudden mind-picture of
Steve gagging as I filled his mouth with his own cream
prolonged my orgasm by who knows how long.

When I was done cumming, I felt like having another
orgasm right away.  This had been a day of epiphanies,
and I was still excited.  But I was also tired, so I
stumbled to my bed.  I normally sleep in a t-shirt
nighty, but I flopped into bed completely naked.  I
changed "naked" in my mind to "nude", and from there
to "bald".  My pussy was bald, I remembered.  I laid
under the sheet then, and slowly built my arousal
back.  I had been on a plateau, and when I came again,
my fingers sloppy with my own juice and wetly
caressing my entire vagina, my back actually arched in
climax.  "Ohmygod that felt good," I thought as I
finally drifted off to sleep.

***

The next day was another head trip.  It started when I
woke up naked, still horny.  As I showered, I found my
new bald status almost forced me to masturbate (so I
gave in and came yet again).  My new clothes shook me
up, as I was unused to wearing the sexy clothes I
bought.  At the cosmetic clerk's urging, I had bought
some mesh panties... about like wearing the strings of
a tennis racket.  I also bought some crotch-high
stockings, like garter hose but without the straps. 
When I walked out the door, I still felt different.

I had expected the shock of my makeover to have
subsided overnight, but I still was aware of people
looking at me.  Guys would look at me out of the
corners of their eyes as they walked past my door.  It
was thrilling to think that I might be making all
these guys horny, that they might be going home
tonight thinking about me erotically.

I tried to use some of the things I read in the books.
 Curtis, a good looking office superstar stopped by my
office--for the first time ever.  He was my first real
guinea pig, and it felt weird to play him like a
trained seal.  I kept myself conservative, but when he
asked if I was going to the cafeteria, I acted like I
was thinking, running my fingers across my neck.  He
quickly revised his question, blurting that he had
something he wanted to discuss with me and was I free
for lunch.  Heck a free lunch was a free lunch, so I
said sure.

Then I made sure I enjoyed lunch.  We didn't discuss
much about business, but I didn't expect to either. 
Lunch was all about sending signals, and for once I
was the one with the upper hand.  As we were preparing
to get up from the table, I secretly hitched my skirt
up before I stood, guaranteeing him a peek at my
garter tops.  He got super flustered, turned red,
and--sure enough--got erect.  Interesting.

For me, the big event of the day was my evening with
Steve.  He called in the afternoon and basically
invited himself to dinner.  That was fine, because I
wanted him in my "lair".

When I got home, I had a little over an hour before he
would arrive.  I got out some of my frozen homemade
spaghetti sauce, and put it in the microwave to thaw. 
As it did, I flew into the bedroom, stripped, and
hopped into the shower.  I ran a quick razor over my
pussy to make sure stubble wouldn't show, and resisted
the powerful urge to finger myself as I checked how
smooth I was.  Then I went to my lingerie drawer and
took out a somewhat comical see-thru baby-doll with
poodle-puff edges.  It looked retro-60s, and left
little to the imagination, especially since it didn't
fasten in the front.  I decided to not put anything
else on, but did my hair and face in the "hot" style. 
I stood back, and looked.  If he didn't pop a rod
right away, he was out on his ear ASAP.

I got a pot of water boiling, and then turned it off. 
When it was time for dinner, we were only five minutes
away from ready.  I got out a bottle of red wine, and
poured myself a glass.  Despite my recent
self-confidence, I was a bit worried.  Then I thought
I was being silly, and remembered my mental image of
Steve moaning as he ate his own cum.  In seconds, my
pussy began to throb.  It was going to be a great
night.

As was his style, Steve was two minutes early.  He
gave his normal "shave and a haircut, two bits" knock,
which made me giggle.  How VERY appropriate!  I took a
deep breath, and opened the door.

Steve was there, in his normal khakis and sports
shirt, holding a bottle of wine.  "Shit!" he said.  He
isn't quite Shakespearean in his dialog normally, but
his stunned expression said more than enough.

"C'mon in," I smiled.  Smiling was a big part of
flirting, I had learned.

"Nancy?" he asked, fumbling for words.  "My God.  You
look... unbelievable."  I closed the door behind him,
and took the bottle from his hand.  I was afraid he
was going to drop it.

"I've changed," I said, setting the stage for later
conversation.

"When?  How?  Why?" he asked.

"Yesterday," I said, coming to him and taking his face
in my hands.  "At the salon," I continued, tilting my
head 'just so'.  "And, because," I finished.  I
brought my lips to his, feeling the pleasure of the
kiss spread through my body.  I liked kissing, and
decided right then to do more of it in the future.  I
parted my lips, and pushed my tongue into his mouth,
knowing that it would surprise him for me to initiate
a hotter kiss.  It felt electric to have him
struggle--and fail--to take control. I was kissing
HIM, not the other way around.

Almost as a defense, his right hand dropped to my hip,
and then slid knowingly across towards my crotch.  I
broke the kiss then, saying, "let's eat first."  I
turned away, leaving him even more stunned.

I suppose that until now I had seemed grateful for
sex, because I had been.  Steve was really the first
guy to take a serious interest in me sexually, and I
welcomed him at every occasion.  I had only said "no"
once, when I had had the flu.  If we didn't have sex
it was because Steve didn't feel like it for whatever
reason.  I guess he was a bit confused, since I was
dressed to invite sex, I was looking hot, and yet I
said no.

He came into the kitchen, preparing to help make
dinner.  The water was already hot, so I just turned
up the heat to make it boil, and put the sauce in the
microwave.  Feeling useless, he turned to pouring
himself a glass of wine and refilling mine.  This was
going to be my last glass I decided.

"Damn, you look great," he said as we waited for the
noodles to cook.

"Thanks... like my new haircut?" I asked.

"Hell yeah!" he enthused.  "You look so sexy... like a
model even."

I smiled, leading him further, "like a model?"  I
closed the gap, letting him put his arms around me.

"Mmmm, yeah," was his considered response.  I let him
kiss me, but I again was the one who deepened the
kiss.  This time, he ran his hand up my back to my
neck.  He tentatively touched my bristly nape, his
fingers tickling me as he explored.  Damn it felt
good!  "Love your hair," he muttered, his hand moving
up to touch beneath the curled under part, exploring
the junction of long hair and short.  Wow... I felt my
nipples harden as my arousal level increased.

I heard the pop-hiss of the spaghetti water
overflowing onto the burner, and pulled away, my eyes
almost glazed with need and pleasure.  As I dished out
the noodles, he came behind me and nestled his bulge
into my crack.  I felt him, so hard, and wanted to be
fucked badly.  I guess that was the point of him
rubbing me there.  Even though I wanted him in me,
mounting me, fucking me, I needed him to agree to my
new desires.  It was about more than sex tonight.

I purposely ignored his efforts, and picked up the
plates of spaghetti.  "Let's have dinner," I said.  He
brought along the bottle and our glasses, draining his
before sitting down.  Mine was still full, but he
refilled his.

"Wow, you look great," he marveled as we tasted the
dish.  I smiled at him, and slowly sucked in a noodle,
being just as lewd as I could possibly be.  "Jesus!"
he blasphemed, his face showing his desire.  I strung
out dinner, slowly eating and noting that he drank
three glasses of wine.

When he slurred his first words, I "accidentally"
dropped my knife on the floor next to him. I stood,
and bent over at the waist, my butt towards him. 
Predictably, he looked, then blasphemed again.  "Are
you shaved?!" he yelped.

"MMmm, yes," I said, looking through my legs at him. 
"Is that OK?"  As if in punctuation, I reached back
and separated my lips to show him my glistening hole,
eliciting another blasphemous remark.  "I like how
smooth and slippery I feel now," I explained.  When he
reached out his hand to touch me, I stepped out of
range, and retook my seat.

"You are FUCKING sexy!" he exclaimed.  His face was
getting a little red, and his eyes weren't exactly
tracking.  Even so, he was refilling his glass.  He
was going from man to prey.

"Oh yeah?" I said, caressing my neck, and trailing my
fingers down my front.  "What do you like best?"

"Oh, shit, everything.  Your face, your hair, your
shaved pussy... it makes me want to put my tongue
RIGHT THERE."

"Right here?" I smiled, running my hands inside my
babydoll and over my breasts.  I licked my lips as I
pinched my nipples.

"Fuck!" he said, shifting uncomfortably.  I had never
purposely teased him before, always acceding to his
desires readily.

"Here?" I said, dropping my hand to my belly... so
close.  He picked up his fourth glass, staring and
drinking it down.

"Here, ohgodyeah," I purred, dropping my hand under
the table where he couldn't see.  I touched my pussy,
feeling the heat before I made contact.  I knew it was
a good thing my chairs were wooden and unupholstered,
because my pussy was literally dripping wet.  I was so
excited to tease him and to see him desiring me so
much.  I brought my hand to my lips, and tasted
myself.  His eyes were large, taking it all in.

I stood then, and cleared the table.  He sat there,
watching me walk.  I don't know if he could see the
rivulets of juice dripping down my inner thighs, but I
could feel them as I walked.  I was thrilled to be
having this reaction from him, and was looking forward
to making my demands.

When the table was clear but for his glass, I climbed
ONTO it, sitting on my bottom facing him.  I scootched
my bottom forward, getting into the center so that I
could lean back onto an elbow.  Then, I put my
high-heeled feet on the edge of the table, spreading
my knees far apart.  I touched myself, pulling back my
clit hood as he stared in disbelief, then spread my
lips apart so that he could see my oozing bright pink
hole.  Then I moved my hand away, stroking my pubic
bone idly.  His face was a picture of lust as he
looked at my completely bald pussy.

"Is this what you want to put your tongue on?" I
asked.

"Mmmm yeah," he panted.  "I want to FUCK you so much
Nancy.  I am SOOOO turned on!"

"Mmmmm, that would be nice... I've been thinking of
that too."  It was time to introduce my new desire to
him.  "But I was thinking of your mouth too..."  I
touched myself again, this time dipping a finger into
my well of juices, then putting my finger into my
mouth to suck it off.

"Oh yeah, baby,"  he smiled.  He stood, and began to
unfasten his belt.  "I'm gonna eat you like crazy and
then I'm gonna fuck you like crazy!"

I smiled seductively.  "Actually, your are going to
fuck me like crazy, and THEN you are going to eat me
like crazy."  I tasted myself again as he tried to
understand what I had just said.

"What do you mean?" he asked finally.

"I mean that you are going to stick your dick in me,
and after you cum you are going to eat your cum from
me."  I felt myself gush as I said those words for the
first time.  I was very exciting to give voice to my
new fantasy.

"Yeah, right," he laughed.  He had been disrobing, and
now dropped his undies.  I saw his medium-sized prick
was hard as a rock and dripping precum.

I took his wine glass, and dipped a finger in to
capture some wine.  I inserted the same finger into my
pussy, feeling how hot I was inside.  Then I pulled
the finger out and held it out for him so taste. 
"MMmmmmm," he moaned.  I pulled my finger to my pussy,
his mouth still attached.  I felt a jolt of pleasure
as his tongue found its way between the folds of my
lips, lapping at my pussy hole.

"I'm serious," I said, pushing his face away.  "You
are gonna eat my pussy when it is full of cum, or you
aren't going to have any fun tonight."

His face showed shocked realization.  "You are
serious?"  I nodded.  "You want me to eat my own cum
right out of you?"  His face now showed severe
distaste.  I saw that his cock was wilting too. 
Hmmmm.

"No way," he said.  "Nuh huh."

I gave a little sigh.  "Your choice," I said.  I went
to the door.  "I thought you liked the new Me, but I
guess not."  I opened the door, at the same time
tucking my hair behind my ear.  I knew just how cute I
looked like that, my eyes huge and innocent.

"Wait a minute," he said ingratiatingly.  "Close the
door.  Don't be hasty."  I did close the door, and
stood with my arms crossed in defiance.  "Listen,
honey, you don't want me to leave, right?"

I softened a little.  "No, I don't," I said.  "But I
am tired of having you use me and then fall asleep. 
So you ARE going to do this, because I deserve it and
I want it."  I didn't add 'or else', because my tone
clearly implied that.

"C'mon, be reasonable!  Only fags eat sperm," he said.
 He was now completely limp.  Pathetic.

"You be reasonable," I countered.  "You will have just
fucked me... what sort of self-respecting 'fag' would
do that?"  I opened the door again.  "Are you going to
do this or are you going to leave?"

"I... I will," he said, sounding like a loser.  "But I
need help getting up again."  He pointed to his
withered prick, as tiny as I had ever seen.

Despite the animosity of the conversation, I had never
felt so turned on in my life.  It was very arousing to
be in command of my sexuality.  The truth is that I
wanted to suck his cock right then.  Its a sexy
feeling to know you have the power to arouse a man
with just your mouth.

"Sit," I said, pointing to the couch.  He sat, and I
did a brief little sexy dance for him. Then, I knelt
and put his cock in my mouth.  I suckled at him,
remembering all the things I had read last night in
How Bad Girls Get What They Want; Using Your Naughty
Nature about how men would give so much just to get
head.  I was excited to think I was preparing him to
fuck me, and the fact that he would be eating his cum
reluctantly added to the excitement.

Slowly Steve's cock grew in my mouth.  I started
making loud smacking noises as I sucked him, and he
began to quickly inflate, muttering about how sexy I
was now.  His fingers slid down to my neck, rubbing me
in a way that made me moan.  "Bob on me, bob..." he
moaned, "oh god, your hair is swinging... so sexy...."
 His hand pushed my head up and down, caressing but
urging me too.  It felt so good... so erotic.

I suddenly heard him gasp and swell in my mouth.  He
was cumming, the bastard!  I wrapped my lips around
his head, breathing through my nose.  I stroked his
cock with my fist, urging his orgasm to continue as
his semen splashed into my mouth.  His moans were
incredibly sexy, praising me for my cocksucking but I
was furious.  Bastard!

He was still gasping when I took my mouthful of his
cum and moved up to his face.  I pressed my fingers
into his jaw hinges, forcing his mouth to remain open
as I kissed him with an open mouth.  He gagged as he
realized I was shoving his semen into his mouth, but I
didn't stop.  I french kissed him, thrilling that our
tongues were sharing his load.

It was highly diluted by saliva when I broke the kiss,
even more aroused but still angry.  His eyes were mad
too, having been forced to eat the cum he hadn't
wanted to.  I didn't have time for that emotion.  "Lay
on your back on the floor," I barked.  Surprised, he
did as he was told without even questioning my reason.
 I mounted his face, pushing my sodden pussy into his
mouth.

"Eat me, lick it," I moaned, and did just that.  His
tongue was swirling inside and out of me, but missing
my clit completely.  I remedied that with my fingers,
thrilling to his eager pussyeating.  He loved eating
my pussy.  Loved it.  I needed him hard so that he
could fuck me and eat more cum.  The thoughts welled
in me, filled my mind with visions of his tongue doing
just what he was eagerly doing now, only with my pussy
seeping cum.....

I came, gasping for breath as I ground hard on his
mouth.  My pussy seemed to have covered his whole
mouth, because he was gasping for air.  The suction
and action made my orgasm go on, until I couldn't
stand it anymore.  I rolled off, leaning against the
couch as I felt my body shake.  It took a few minutes
for the orgasm to pass completely.  It was terrific!

"Oh god," I purred.  He was leaning on his side,
looking at me with a smile.  He liked making me
orgasm.  I didn't have the heart to tell him my
fingers and fantasy made me cum, and he only would get
an assist.  I saw that he was almost totally erect
now.  Mmmm!

"Oh, Nancy, I need to fuck you... can I?" he said, his
hand dropping to his cock, which he stroked.

"Yeah, fuck me," I agreed, sitting on the couch,
lifting my ankles, and spreading my legs.  "Fuck me
and eat your cum out."  His reaction surprised me. His
cock shrank!

"Oh no, not that!"  His eyes were pleading.  "Can't
you be happy with what you did?"

I was mad.  "What I did?  YOU came too early in my
mouth!"  I lowered my legs, knowing he wasn't soon
going to be between them.

"Oh, honey!"  he said, unhappily.  I was a victim
again of his premature ejaculation and we both knew
it.  His cock was shrinking, almost gone.  He knelt,
thinking of how to placate me.

"Honey, let's not fight," he said finally.  "I was
hoping that tonight we would agree to stop seeing
other people."  That was the wrong thing to say.

"Get your clothes on, and get out," I said, furious. 
My face turned red, I was so angry.  He gave me that
'what?' look.  I didn't feel like I owed him an
explanation.  But when he was dressed, he still looked
puzzled.  "Steve," I said, my voice dangerously low,
"before we ever had sex we agreed to be monogamous. 
That means we don't see other people.  Apparently, you
did not understand that."  Realization dawned in his
eyes, and he didn't even put up a fuss when he left.

I held off my tears until he was gone, and then I ran
to my bed and cried myself to sleep.

***

The next day, despite my best efforts, I went to work
looking like I had cried all night.  As a sort of
revenge, I wore my new garter hose, but with an even
shorter skirt and higher heels.  I felt OK until I got
to my office and a thought struck me.  I dialed a
number and my voice quavered as I asked my nurse to
arrange an AIDS test.  The thought that I had been
exposed to HIV because Steve was fooling around made
it sink in; he was despicable.

I began to cry again, holding my face in my hands.  I
felt a hand on my shoulder, and looked up to see a
blurred Lee Anne.  She had closed my door, and she
knelt to comfort me.  I needed it right then.  I
explained that Steve and I broke up, and she gave me a
nice hug.  Then, she spent the whole day protecting me
from the guys in the office.  It seemed incredible how
fast the news that I was "available" spread.

The only one she let through was Curtis.  I guess she
was matchmaking, but I found myself with a date for
the weekend.  And, as it turned out, for the next two
weeks solid.

Curtis and I hit it off.  He confessed that he found
my self-confidence sexy, and I actually did feel more
self-confident with him.  So much so, that after those
two weeks I decided to start seeing other guys.  This
whole relationship was a paradox, but as a result,
Curtis became even more attentive.

At three weeks after my makeover, I went back to the
salon.  I found the very crisp ends of freshly cut
hair was sexy, and I didn't want my high-style sleek
look to get unruly.  Shanna was happy to see me, and
we talked a lot.  I mentioned that I had broken up
with my boyfriend.

"There's a lot of that going around," she replied.  I
was getting a foil highlight, and she was painting on
a lighter red.

"How so?" I asked.

"Well, I don't know if you remember that girl who was
in right before you were the last time you were here?"

"Was her name Lisa?" I asked.

"Yes, that's her," Shanna confirmed.  "Well, she and
her boyfriend broke up this week."  Really?  Oh boy!

"Really?" I asked, trying to sound sad for her.

"Yeah, turns out that he just liked her 'look', like a
fetish or something," Shanna explained.  "She wanted a
perm and he made a big hairy deal out of it, and she
said 'fuck you' and dumped him."   She went on to tell
me how studly he was; how he was the best fuck Lisa
had ever had and that he was wild... loved just about
anything."

"So what was this great look he liked so much?"  I
laughed, sounding amused.  I hope I knew.

"Well, it was pretty much like yours," Shanna replied.
 "You ought to go after him.  Lisa said he was really
a great lover."  Then she got a conspiratorial tone. 
"He did some really far out stuff... shit you wouldn't
believe."

"Like?" I prompted.

"Like... oh hell," she said, apparently giving up on
tip-toeing around the topic.  "Like orgasming INSIDE
her and then sucking it out afterwards."

"I don't know... sounds like fun to me," I smiled.  It
did, still.

"Then you should go after him."  The rest of the time
was spent telling me where he worked (as a manager at
a car dealership) and plotting how to ensnare him.  It
was so much fun, like being back in junior high.  She
convinced me to go over to the dealership right away,
because she thought he worked the later shift.  As an
incentive, she made sure I looked as stunning as I
could.

So, with fresh hair and makeup, I went to the Lexus
dealership where she thought he worked.  I walked
around the showroom, looking at the cars and brushing
off the salesdudes until I saw Max in a glassed in
office.  I loitered, pretending to look at a car until
I saw him look up.  His eyes popped when he saw me.  I
could never get enough of that!

I glanced up, locked eyes, then lowered them and
smiled.  I had worked on that flirty move, practicing
on salesguys every chance I got.  I knew it would be
like a lure to Max, and sure enough, he rose and
walked out of the office towards me, straightening his
tie.

"Can I help you, miss?" he said, smiling at me.  He
had very cute dimples and pale green eyes.  With his
dark hair combed back, he looked very yummy.

"I don't know..." I said, opening the door for
whatever he wanted to pitch.  I was putting my recent
flirting practice to use.

Max looked at the salesguys, hovering like vultures. 
"How about I show you something on the lot?"  I
agreed, and he led me outdoors.  "Do you know what you
are looking for?" he asked.

I leaned against the hood of a sports car.  "I know
exactly what I am looking for," I said.  "I just can't
find it."  I gave him a great smile, hoping he
realized I was using a double entendre.

"Well, can you describe what you want?  Maybe I have
something on the lot?"

I swallowed, knowing what I wanted to say.  I wanted
to be a sexual vixen, saying just what I wanted and
getting it.  But I had never played that part and I
was nervous about saying it.  Being self-assured is a
lot hard than wanting to be self assured.  This was
especially true with Max, given that he was the
sexiest man I'd ever had pay me any attention.

"Hmmmmm, what I want..." I laughed, deciding to make
it sound like a joke in case he took it badly.  "I
want a man who knows how to make me cum.  Who can fuck
me for an hour and make me squeal like a little girl."
 Max's eyes went wide as saucers, and his jaw went
slack.  Then he got a very suave, well practiced grin.

"Sounds like you want me," he said.

"Yeah, I bet," I said, showing a little haughty
disdain.  'Haughty Disdain' occupied an entire chapter
in How Bad Girls Get What They Want; Using Your
Naughty Nature.

"Why don't you try me and see," he said.  He had a
cute smile, but it appeared too well practiced to me. 
Did girls really buy this shit?

"I might, but I do have one little requirement than
most men aren't willing to go for."  It was time to
drop the bomb on him.

"Oh yeah?  Well, I'm not most men."  His smile was
really cheesy now.  I decided then and there that he
wasn't going to be anything but a fuck to me.  "What's
your requirement?"

"OK, sport," I said, practically dismissing him.  I
tucked one side of my hair behind an ear, watching his
eyes flicker.  He was getting aroused... he did have a
fetish.  I licked my lips, and his eyes flickered
again.  "Here's the deal.  I only fuck men who are
willing to clean the mess up with their tongues
afterwards."  His face went white, drained of all
blood (which I suspect went to his dick).  "You man
enough to do that?"

"Jesus!" he hissed.  "Are you serious?"

I didn't bother responding.  I reached into my purse
and pulled out a business card.  "Call me if you are
interested," I said.  Then I walked to my car, leaving
him there with a woody.

The next day, there was voicemail from him when I got
to the office.  I'd decided to let him stew a day. 
When I got back to my office from a meeting at noon, I
had another message from him, and one from Curtis,
inviting me to lunch.  I deleted both messages.

The next morning I had another message from Max,
asking me to lunch.  I called him and agreed to meet
him.  I spent lunch flirting with him, making him
crazy.  I had everything he wanted, and I knew it. 
The Look, openness to cum-cleaning.  He wanted me,
bad.  I agreed to go out with him the next night.

When I got back, I had another message from Curtis,
asking for a lunch.  I called him and told him I
could, the day after tomorrow.

The next night I didn't bother flirting with Max.  We
just had a nice night, and I let him kiss me, and no
more.  It was interesting to feel him tremble as he
stroked my head and my neck.  He was obviously
excited, and I could get used to having such a
powerful sexual reaction from a man.

At lunch the next day, Curtis asked me why I wasn't
interested in seeing him.  I decided I had nothing
lose in being blunt... and stretching the truth a
little.  The books I had read advised doing just that.

"Curtis, you are a great guy.  But a) it would be
awkward to date someone in the office, and b) I am
looking for something special in a man."  I expected
the 'date someone in the office' thing would scare him
off.  It always does.

Or did.  Because he replied, "Look, I am not worried
about office gossips.  And if we were discrete, I
think I could help your career."  He reached across
and touched my hand.  I know it was supposed to be a
reassuring touch, but at the time I was thinking of
the chapter in the book that advised 'if you were
going to date someone in your office, make sure you
make it worthwhile'.  He continued, "What are you
looking for... maybe it is me."

"I doubt it," I answered.  Here's where I needed to
stretch the truth.  "I have a man in my life who is
willing to let me call the shots... sexually.  He is
happy--prefers even--to let me be in charge.  And I am
having fun with him."

Curtis got a strange look on his face.  "Oh God,
Nancy...." he looked pained, as if tormented
internally.  "Can I tell you something and it goes no
further?"

"Sure," I said, curious.

"I need to be so driven during the day, to make my
goals and so on.  I am so tired by the end of the day,
that I don't want to think at all.  Do you
understand?"

"Yes," I answered.

"So I have been wanting a woman... one who is strong,
and self-confident... and can ...." His face was red,
and he looked stricken.  He was so different from the
man who I watched with some awe at meetings.  There he
was powerful, decisive, self-assured.  This Curtis
looked rather puny, so much so that he seemed
incapable of finishing his statement.

"You want a woman who will not force you to be
strong," I said, trying to be helpful.  "A woman who
will...dominate you."  I heard my own voice, surprised
that it was so soft, compassionate, understanding. 
His sudden display of weakness and need touched me.

His head dropped, as if the revelation  had sapped his
entire strength.  "Yes," he said.  I didn't say
anything, my heart beating hard in my chest and my
brain racing.  He looked up suddenly, his eyes
blazing.  "I know you won't share this with anyone,"
he said defiantly.

I smiled at him.  "I won't," I promised.  But I would
definitely try to use the information.

"So..." he said, his body language softening.  "So,
you see, I am not that different from your other guy. 
And, even though it could be awkward to date someone
from the office, I am very interested in you.  I don't
know how I overlooked you all this time."

I knew precisely how he had overlooked me.  It was
because in my pre-makeover days I was bland and
insecure, hiding myself.  Now, confident that I looked
great, I didn't mind the attention.  Actually I
enjoyed it.

"Look," I said.  "I appreciate your interest, and I am
flattered.  ***STOP***

*** DEAD ON ARRIVAL ***

I wrote this story fragment a very long time ago, and
just recently rediscovered it.  I had gotten to 20
pages and asked for comments.  Since I received none,
I shelved the story as a piece of crap.  I re-found
it, re-read it, and decided it was worth asking for
comments again.  I hope you like it, and will let me
know if I should write more.  Should I?

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