More Than a Trim Hair Salon

I was new to the area, so I had to find all new replacements for things I took for granted not long ago. One of those things was a new hair stylist. Having longer-than-average hair for a male, and not wanting a cookie cutter haircut, it was difficult to find a stylist that knew how to do a decent job on a man with longer hair. On my way to and from work every day I passed a place called "More Than A Trim" that had a huge sign "Under New Management Taking Appointments."

A few days later I walked in for my appointment and my stylist Leesa was at the front door waiting for me. She was a stunning little Hispanic woman, a pleasant surprise. My guess was she was in her mid-20s. Probably 5' 5" with some very nice curves. Looked like 36-26-34 to my trained eye. She was wearing a short little black skirt that didn't even reach mid-thigh. Her feet sat atop shiny black stilettos. The most eye catching part for me was from the waist up. Her long, black hair wrapped around a beautiful narrow face and fell half way down her back. She was wearing a tight, breezy white button down blouse that did nothing to hide the fact she was sans bra today. Her dark pink areolas were quite easy to see and her erect, gumdrop sized nipples looked like two pencil erasers poking through the shirt. I could already tell this was going to be a pleasant experience.

She walked me through the large, clean, brightly lit salon to the back corner where her station was. There were only two other stylists there, both with clients. There were several empty stations just waiting for a stylist to rent.

I had barely sat down in her chair when she draped me in the knee length black plastic bib. As I watched her in the mirror run her long, thin fingers through my hair we chatted. I found out the other two stylists were her sisters. They had recently purchased the building and were trying desperately to build up the business. If things didn't pick up soon, she didn't know what they would do.

She finally asked me what I was looking for in a haircut and, once we determined a plan of action, she led me over to the wash basin. I sat down in the reclined chair and placed my neck into the cutout in the sink. She stood next to me and was soon kneading my hair with warm, soapy water, chit chatting the entire time.

She fell in tight to me. Before I knew it, her breasts were pressing against my face.

I wonder if she's expecting me to turn my head away?

I thought to myself.

Fat fucking chance!

There was no way that was happening. However, I did manage to resist the urge to turn my head into her, which would have put my nose squarely into her exposed cleavage.

The bust-filled hair cleansing ended all-to-soon. She toweled me off and led me back to her chair. As she ran a comb through my hair, she leaned into me and whispered in my ear, "Did you like my tits in your face?"

My jaw dropped. My eyebrows nearly flew off my head.

Shit! Busted!

"Uh, excuse me? What? I, uh..."

She giggled and, still leaned into my ear, said, "It's okay if you did. So, did you?"

I could see in the mirror she was wearing a devilish look on her face. I felt one corner of my mouth curl. "Well, uh, yeah, sure, I guess."

She looked at my reflection in the mirror. "You guess?" she said smiling. "You're not gay, are you?"

"Gay?! Ha! Uh, yeah, no." I shook my head. "Uh, no," I said emphatically.

"He he, that's good!" She lifted her breasts, watching herself and me in the mirror. "Most men love my tits. Don't you like them?"

Call me dense, but I finally figured out I was in the clear. I lightly nodded my head. "Okay. Oh yeah, for sure. Oh yeah, I definitely like your, uh, tits. Oh yeah, absolutely."

She giggled and started to run the comb through my hair again. "He he! Good." She paused and grinned into the mirror. "You know, for an extra 25 bucks I'll do the cut with my shirt open," she said under her breath.

My heart stopped for a moment. My eyebrows raised. "No shit?"

She nodded. "He he! No shit."

"Hell yeah!" I said way too loudly.

She giggled again and shushed me. She turned full into the mirror so I could watch her slowly unbutton and peel back the shirt. As translucent as the shirt was, one couldn't the full sense of just how magnificent her bosom was until it was out in the open. My God, they were incredible! Perfectly round and defying gravity. She lightly caressed them and gently pinched her nipples.

"There, isn't that better?"

I nodded. "Oh yeah."

She finally began to tug at my hair and expertly snip at it with the long, sharp scissors. All the while, she pressed her warm, soft torso into mine. I watched in the mirror her globes jiggle with each movement of her arm.

It wasn't long before she whispered, "You know, it's okay if, you know, you want to, um, lick 'em or suck on them."

As I opened my mouth, I remembered to use my inside voice. "No shit?!"

She nodded and giggled. "He he! Mmm hmmm."

She no sooner finished the hum when she gasped and paused. I had an entire areola in my mouth with my tongue swatting at it's tip. Without permission, I raised a hand and began to paw at the firm mound of flesh. Leesa took a deep breath and went back to the business of cutting my hair, albeit moving much slower and deliberately now, stopping to take the occasional deep breath.

She was making good progress when a thought occurred to me.

I wonder how far she'll take this?

She exhaled when her tit left the grip of my hand. The next instant she squealed and was on the balls of her feet. Her hands froze and her eyebrows disappeared into her long, dark bangs.

I smiled at her reaction. My hand was under her skirt. Her snatch was naked, swollen, and soaked.

No underwear. Interesting.

"Ohmagawd," she muttered. She squealed again when I easily slipped two digits through her velvety folds. "Fuck!" she yelped.

She nibbled on her lip and lowered herself back onto her feet. Her head slowly turned to each side to see if anyone had noticed, which they hadn't. She made a valiant attempt to go back to snipping my hair while I pumped my fingers in and out of her slit. She finally, and probably for the best, put the scissors down. One hand gripped the arm rest of the chair while the other grabbed the back. She closed her eyes, leaned her head back, and began to quietly moan.

"You like that, don't you? You like that, don't you, you slutty little cunt?" I hissed. All she could do was nod her head, never opening her eyes.

I could feel her cunt muscles begin to quiver around my thick fingers. She could feel two lightning bolts racing up her thighs. "Oh God! Ohmagawd! Mmmm! Mmmm! Mmmmhmmm!" She moaned through a clenched jaw. I pressed my thumb onto her excited button and ran it in a circle. "Fuck! Mmmmhmmm! Hmmmhmmm! Ggggrrrrrrgaaahhhh!"

Her body exploded with a thundering blast. A stampede of electricity tore through her dark skinned body. Every nerve ending was on fire. I thought she was going to bend the metal of the chair with her grip.

I watched her body tremble with wicked glee. I pumped her slit hard and fast. "Oh yeah, cum for me, you little slut," I growled under my breath.

"Ohmagawd, don't stop!" she begged under her breath.

Her tremors finally slowed, but my pumping hand didn't. She grabbed my arm. "Please....please stop. Ohmagawd..." she said breathlessly.

I smiled and complied. Her body slumped and she gave a great sigh. I pulled my hand from under her short skirt and raised my glistening fingers to her lips. Her lips curled at the corners before she took the slick digits in. She bobbed her head slightly and sucked on them hard.

She pulled her head back and stood up straight. She looked at me with a wicked smile while her fabulous chest heaved. "You son of a bitch."

I shrugged my shoulders. "I've been called worse."

Her eyes darted from my eyes to my waist and back again. She looked at my face when she reached in and lifted the black bib. All she saw was a twinkle in my eyes. She finally gazed down and saw the noticeable bulge in my pants.

"50 bucks and I'll give you a hand job," she cooed.

"50 bucks?!"

She nodded. "Normally it's 75. But since you, you know, did me a favor..."

Normally?!

I grinned back at her. "This is getting to be an expensive haircut."

She grinned back. "Yeah, but it'll be the best haircut you've ever gotten." She had me there. "C'mon, let's see what you've got." I unzipped my pants and slipped them, along with my boxers, down to my knees. My python snapped to attention. The tip was shiny with precum. "Oooooo, look at you," she whirred. I couldn't help but sigh when her warm, soft hand wrapped around the throbbing shaft. "Mmmmmm, very nice. Nice and thick. I love a nice, thick cock. There's nothing better than getting fucked by a big, fat cock."

I almost came right there. "So I've been told," I said with a crooked smile.

She had a firm grip on the beast and began to give it long, firm strokes. "Mmmmm, I'll bet. I'll bet you've fucked a lot of girls with your big, fat cock, haven't you." She felt my heart beat in its veins. I watched her face while she beat my meat. "You can grab my tits, you know? You want to grab my...(gasp)"

I pinched a nipple and yanked it down. Her tit briefly took on an oblong shape. It snapped back into place with a bounce when I released. I began to roughly paw at the round mound and pinch and tweak her nipples.

"You like that, don't you? You like having men play with your tits, don't you?"

She nodded her head. "Mmmmmhmmmm," she purred.

She continued to manhandle my pole. It leaked but my body didn't tense. "You've got a beautiful cock. It looks yummy. I'll bet it's delicious," she said breathily.

"Why don't you try it?"

"I just might. Got another hundred bucks?"

"A hundred bucks?!" I said entirely too loudly.

Her tits swayed when she nodded and smiled. "A hundred bucks."

"This had better be one helluva blow job."

"He he! Oh, it will be."

She lowered the bib, which quickly became a tent. She slipped around to the other side of me so her back was facing the wall. She lifted the cover again. "Here, hold this." I held the edge up. She gave me the nastiest, sexiest look I've ever seen, then dove into the semi-darkness.

My head flew back into the chair. "(gasp!) Fuck!"

Her mouth was hot and strong. I tilted my head enough that I could watch the side of her head bob in and out of my crotch. I peeled back her hair so I could see her cheeks sink into her head with each suck.

She lifted her head. My bulbous tip "popped" when it left her lips. "Mmmmmm, delicious. You're cock is fucking delicious," she murmured.

"Then why the fuck did you stop?"

"Mmmmmm, good question." Without a word, her lips were wrapped around the veiny shaft again.

My head slammed against the back of her mouth with each dive. Three-quarters of my manhood disappeared into her skull each time. Her hand followed its path. It felt like she was giving me a hand job and a blow job at the same time. She gave a muffled squeak when I palmed a firm, fleshy globe and squeezed.

"(gasp!) Gah fuck!" Even in the darkness I could see her throat take on the shake of my thick tool now that it was drilling into it.

I soon grew bored of tweaking her nipples while she moaned and slurped around my pole. With her bent at the waist, the hem of her skirt had slid up to the point where the cheeks of her sweet ass were exposed. Her swollen, pink lips were quite visible between her legs. It startled her when she felt my hand slide across the back of her silky thigh and between the pair. Without protest, she parted her legs and allowed me full access.

She gave a muffled squeal when my fingers slid through her slit into now familiar territory. My eyes danced between watching my sword slice into her face and my knuckles slam into her gash.

Her thighs began to visibly tremble. She pulled her head up and looked at me. Her chin was shiny in the dim light. "Ohmagod, you're gonna make me cum again!" she moaned with a heavy sigh, then quickly went back to earning her hundred bucks.

I chuckled. "Ha! Fuckin' slut." I yanked my fingers out of her twitching hole.

"Hmmmm?!" came the questioning moan. Once again, she pulled her head up. "Hey, what the...OH!" I began to rim her little brown rosebud. It quickly took on a nice sheen from my slick fingers. "Oh God! Oh...oh...ohmagawd...not my ass! Oh shit! Not my ass! You'll...you'll...you'll make me crazy!"

"Ha! I'm paying good money for a fuckin' blow job, so get back to it, slut!" I grabbed her with the hand that was holding the bib up and shoved her head back onto my tool. She swallowed it with a grunt. When her face buried into my crotch, I buried my finger knuckle deep into her forbidden place.

Surely the three people left in the large space heard the loud, muffled squeal. But not a head turned.

While her face engulfed my post, my finger slid between her ass. Without even realizing it, her left hand as slapping her own cunt and drumming a steady beat on her raised bean. Her legs began to tremble as if she was standing in an earthquake. But the earth stood still. An atom bomb went off between her legs. The concussion quickly roared through her luscious body.

"Mmmmmhmmmm! Mmmmhmmmm! Gggggffffffffggggggg!" she gurgled around my muffler. She felt like the earth was on fire. Her mind went blank.

Her sphincter finally stopped spasming around my finger. I withdrew it and watched the eye try to unsuccessfully close. Her own hand slid away from her "V" and balanced herself on the chair. She began to attack my rod with a gusto.

I pushed down on the back of her head and began to thrust my hips. "You ready? You ready, huh, bitch? You ready to see what a hundred bucks of cum feels like? Huh?!"

I felt her head try to nod. "Mmmmhmmm! Mmmmmhmmmm!"

I threw my hips into her face hard. My balls bounced off her chin. "Here it cums! Here it cums! Gggggrrrrr fuck! Here...it...cumssggaaahhhh!"

I shoved down hard on the back of her head. My cock throbbed violently in her throat. Each pulse sent a fresh stream of thick, warm spunk into her face. She tried to keep up. She fought to swallow. Her body begged for air. She coughed and gagged. Bubbles of white popped out between her lips. The room began to spin and go black, her airways clogged with cum and cock.

After what seemed like an hour, I finally released the pressure on her skull. Her head shot up like it was spring loaded. She popped out from under the bib and quickly turned her back to the room, hiding her exposed chest and cum covered chin. She coughed and gagged and gulped in air. Her massive chest heaved, taking in as much oxygen as possible. Thick, white streams fell off her chin onto her brown mounds of flesh.

"You fucker...mother fuck!" she choked out.

I laughed. "Ha! That really hurts my feelings. Ha ha!"

She gave me an exhausted smile and sideways glance. "Fucker," she sighed.

"So, how was it?" I grinned.

"How as what?"

"My cock? How was it? You said it looked delicious? Was it delicious?"

She smiled. "Yes." She paused. "Fucker," she said under her breath. I couldn't help but laugh. She ran her finger across her chin and tucked it between her lips. "Mmmmmmm," she hummed. Then she looked back at me. "So, how was it? Was it the best blow job you've ever gotten."

I shrugged my shoulders. "Meh, it was okay."

"Okay?!" You'd have thought I'd told her she was old, fat, and ugly. I covered myself from the barrage of half-playful slaps that began to rain down on me. "Just okay?!"

I was laughing. "Ha ha ha! Okay! Okay! It was more than okay, alright!" She finally ceased her attack. I gave her a broad smile. "It would've been a helluva lot better if it hadn't cost me a hundred bucks."

She smiled back and shrugged. "Maybe next time, stud."

She buttoned her blouse, straightened the hem of her skirt, and wiped her chin with a towel. "Let's get you finished up, stud. I've got another appointment coming."

"Cumming? Or coming?" I said with a chuckle.

She looked back at me with curled lips and glistening eyes. "Wouldn't you like to know."

I paid the sizeable bill and made my next appointment right then and there. Even without the extracurricular activities, it really was a great haircut.

As I was leaving, Leesa greeted a middle aged woman at the door and led her back to her chair.

Hmmmmmm, I wonder? Nah, no way! Well, maybe?

Who else can say they get a hard on just thinking about their next haircut?