The Devil’s Pact
Chapter 2: The Salon
© Copyright 2013
Story Codes: Male/Female, Female/Female, Mind Control, Cum Swallowing, Exhibitionism, Oral, Work, Magic
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Thursday, June 6th, 2013 – Mary Sullivan – Spaneway, WA
I stepped out of the Starbucks into the sunshine feeling like a whole new woman. Maybe it was because I am a new woman. When I awoke this morning, I was simply Mary Sullivan: college student and barista. Then Mark appeared at my work. And in a few minutes his presence had transformed me; awakened desires long buried in my heart and showed me pleasures I had never dreamed I could experience.
He had peered into my soul and I had peered into his and we found the same thing—love.
Now I’m his woman. His lover. The thought sent a warm flutter through my stomach. Mark had known me – known my body – more intimately than anyone before. He knew every part of my body, even my ass. I rubbed my butt, which was still a little sore. It was a pleasant ache that reminded me of Mark’s cock plunging deep into me, and how good it felt when his cum squirted hot and wet deep into my bowels. No man, no object, had ever been up my ass before. My ex-boyfriend Mike had always begged me for anal. I had always said no, thinking it was too dirty, and I feared it would be painful. Instead, Mark showed me that it could be pleasurable.
I guess the reason I never let Mike bugger me was trust—I didn’t trust him not to hurt me. He always had cared more about his own pleasures than mine. I would be lucky if he lasted long enough for me to cum. And then he would just roll off me and fall asleep. I usually had to masturbate while he snored next to me. His idea of foreplay was to paw at my breasts, maybe suck my nipples, and then plunge his cock right in. I usually had to use lube, because he rarely got my pussy wet. He loved for me to give him blowjobs and to cum on my face, but I never could get him to eat my pussy.
I had been dating Mike since my junior year in high school. He took my virginity in the back seat of his mom’s Honda after prom. He had been my only lover, so I didn’t really know what I was missing out on until Mark.
And I hadn’t just been missing out on the the pleasures a man could give. Mark had found my most secret desires, ones I had buried so deep I didn’t even know they existed, and exposed them. With my co-worker Cynthia, I had learned the pleasures a woman could give me, and the pleasures I could give a woman.
Her tongue had felt amazing on my pussy, and her vulva had been like warm silk on my lips. Shad had this sweet, tangy flavor that had been delicious. My lust for women must have always been there, deep inside me. It must be why I would get so excited at slumber parties to practice french kissing with the other girls. Why I could still vividly remember the locker room after gym class, and the youthful flesh of my classmates. Just picturing their budding breasts, slim hips, and the downy sparseness of a girl’s first pubic hair was making me cream my panties.
I glanced at Mark and my face flushed and my heartbeat quicken. There was something about him, something that I just can’t resist. He wasn’t particularly handsome. Some fat under his chin made his face look to round. And he was definitely overweight. His body was soft with a dropping gut and love handles, and he had the start of man-boobs. His eyes were definitely his best feature, deep blue pools that could pierce your soul with their intensity.
Love must be blind. Mark certainly wasn’t better looking then Mike, but I noticed him the moment he walked into my work. And it was me that Mark had fallen in love with. Not wild Cynthia, so experienced with sex, and always boasting about her one night stands with some guy or gal she met at a bar. Or fit and tanned Vivian, with her smokey, bedroom voice and cow-large breast—the type of tits guys always panted after. I was nothing compared to either of them, but Mark fell for me. And I fell for him.
I looked back at the Starbucks one last time, knowing I would never return. This morning, I entered here a timid girl and now I was leaving a confident woman; a woman that had sucked both pussy and cock and been fucked and sucked in every possible way. For Mark, I’ve become such a dirty tramp. It made him happy, and that made me happy.
“Do you have a car?” he asked me, his voice a rich, powerful baritone that was impossible to ignore, like he was reaching into my soul and playing me like violin—a master violinist making me sing perfectly for him.
“Not really,” I answered. “Mike has a truck, but he didn’t want to wake up early to drive me to work today. What with it being his day off and all.” I didn’t bother to hide my irritation.
“What an asshole.” He shook his head and lead me over to a beat-up, maroon Ford car.
Mike was an asshole. I’m glad I dumped him for Mark. I flushed in shame, remembering how I broke up with him. It wasn’t the most orthodox breakup, and I felt guilty about it. I wasn’t sure if I felt guilty for breaking up over the phone with Mike while Mark fucked me up the ass, or how naughty and sexy I felt while I did it. There was no denying just how hard I came while humiliating Mike.
Mark opened the passenger door for me and I blinked in surprise at the mess in his car. The floor was covered in fast food wrappers and empty drink cups. “Ehh.” I started to say something, but stopped, not wanting to say something mean. That wouldn’t make Mark happy. “You like McDonalds,” I quipped lamely.
“Sorry,” he said, flushing with embarrassment. “I … shit. I’m really sorry.” He bent down and started to throw some of the wrappers into the backseat.
“Clearly, you haven’t had a girlfriend in a while,” I said jokingly, trying to take the sting out of his embarrassment.
“No,” he said, a little bitter. He turned to face me, his finger gently stroked my cheek. “But I got you now.”
My heart melted and I just had to lean in and kiss him. He was such a sweetie. Not like Mike. Mike never said nice things to me anymore. Mark’s arms wrapped around me and pulled me in tight as I kissed him, his hand sliding down, and squeezed my ass through my pants. Mark must really like my ass, he’s been rubbing it all morning. I broke the kiss and slid into the slightly cleaner passenger seat. Mark walked around the car and got in, starting the engine. A fan belt screeched and the motor coughed and started.
Mark looked at me. “No offense, Mare, but that uniform isn’t the most flattering on you.”
“Mare?” I asked, pretending to be indignant. “Mare? What am I, your horse?”
Mark blinked. “I…uh… Sorry, I thought it was cute. You know, short for Mary.” He got flustered easily, and I couldn’t help but to giggle. He was so easy to tease. Mark relaxed, realizing I wasn’t offended. “Aren’t you my filly now?” he asked, jokingly.
I neighed, and broke out laughing. “I guess that makes you my stallion.”
Mark leaned over to me. “Your stallion, huh.” He kissed me hard, his tongue filling my mouth. “Your stallion’s feeling a little frisky.”
Feeling bold, I rubbed the hard bulge in his pants. “Mmhh, yes you are,” I purred in agreement. I blushed, surprised at my wantonness. There was something about Mark that just drew out my deep desires.
Mark’s hand slipped up underneath my shirt and groped my left boob through my bra, sending tingly pleasure through my body, ending down at my pussy. His mouth was on mine again and this time it was my tongue filling his mouth. My pussy grew hot and wet; my juices soaking into my panties. I shifted my thighs, rubbing my clit deliciously against the fabric, as my fingers unbuttoned his pants and unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out of his pants. It was warm in my hands and throbbed with his heart beat. He moaned into my lips as I gave his cock a few strokes.
Mark pulled my shirt up, and I had to sadly let go of his cock so he could get it over my head. He then reached behind me and fumbled at my bra clasp. He cursed, and then my bra was unclasped and my tits were bare and Mark was sucking at my nipples. I moaned softly. It felt so damn good. He was switching back and forth between them, his tongue rough and wet. My hand found his cock and I stroked it again.
There was a loud rap on the window startled me and a middle aged woman screamed at us, “Perverts!”
I flushed. I was so caught up in the moment I forgot that we were still in the Starbucks parking lot. I covered my breasts as he gave me his boyish grin. “You have nothing to be ashamed of, Mare,” he told me in his commanding voice. “Your breasts are so beautiful. You shouldn’t ever hide them.”
His voice vibrated my soul; he was right. My breasts were beautiful. I moved my hands and stared boldly at the woman, my right hand slid over and grasped my stallion’s hard cock, slowly jacking the warm shaft. The woman snorted in disgust and pulled her phone out of her purse. Mark put the car in reverse and backed out.
“Let’s find something a little more private,” he said, and I squeezed his cock in agreement.
Mark took us to the alley behind the Safeway at the other side of the parking lot and got out of the car, walking quickly around to my side. He opened my door and held out his hand. I grasped it with my right and his thumb caressed the back of my hand. Then he raised my hand to his lips and kissed it softly, like I was his lady. It was sweet and I smiled happily up at him. He helped me out of the car.
The air was cool on my nipples, and it felt so naughty to be topless in public—my panties were drenched with excitement. Mark spun me about and pushed me forward against the hood of his car, rubbing my ass through my pants. I unbuttoned them and shoved them down my legs; they bunched up around my ankles.
“Oh, god you’re so sexy!” Mark moaned, his fingers hooking into my panties and pulling them down my legs.
He thrust into me, fucking me hard from behind. I fell onto my elbows on the hood and gasped in pleasure as he filled my pussy with his hard cock, his balls slapping against my clit. I moaned, long and loud, delighting in how wonderfully filled up I was with his cock. He pulled back, his cock rubbing sweetly against my pussy walls, and then drove hard inside me again. And again. Pleasure tingled throughout my body; my nerves on fire with lust.
“My sweet filly!” Mark gasped. “My sweet, naughty filly!”
“Oh, fuck me!” I moaned. “Fuck your filly! Fuck me, you big stallion. Oh, God! Your cock’s so great!”
Mark fucked me hard and fast. My clit rubbed pleasurable on the cold metal on his car, contrasting with Mark’s hot cock filling my pussy. I gasped as he pulled my ponytail, hard, yanking my head back. I felt so slutty. “Ride your filly,” I moaned. “Ride me hard!”
I looked up and saw a teenage boy, maybe fifteen, filming us with his phone at the ally’s entrance. With a naughty smile I winked at the boy. Then I rose up off my elbows, using my hands support me, so the teenager could see my tits bouncing as my stallion fucked me. Mark was right; I had nothing to be ashamed of. My breasts were beautiful. I grasped my nipple and pinched it between my fingers. I was a naughty, dirty slut. My orgasm built inside me, and I squeezed my pussy on Mark’s hard cock.
“My filly’s so tight!” he moaned. “Oh, god. I’m cumming!”
My pussy contracted fast and hard as Mark’s cum shot inside me, hot and thick, triggering my own orgasm. I threw back my head and yelled wordless as the pleasure crashed throughout my body. Panting, Mark fucked me a few more times as my pussy milked the last of his cum. Sighing softly, I stood up, pressing my back against his soft chest. Mark’s arms wrapped about my waist, hugging me tightly, as his fingers caressed my stomach and played with my curly pubic hair. His cock was going soft in my pussy as he nibbled on my neck.
We were in our own world of happiness.
And then I saw teenage boy was still filming, and our private world vanished. While the teenager watching us fuck made me feel hot and sexy. The teenager watching us cuddle just ruined the intimacy. I glared at the boy and he just smirked. “Mark, some teenager is filming us,” I whispered.
“Go home!” he shouted at the teenage punk.
Clearly bummed, the kid jumped onto his skateboard and headed off. Mark pulled out of me and his cum ran down my thighs. I pulled my panties and pants up as Mark put his cock away. “The kid kinda ruined the moment,” Mark said regretfully.
“Yeah,” I replied. “Although, it made the sex hotter.”
Mark chuckled and kissed me. “Such a naughty filly.”
Smiling, I reached into the car and found my bra. Mark had broken the clasp in his haste. I held I up to him, shaking my head. “It’s not that hard to unclasps them, Mark,” I said in amusement.
“Sorry,” Mark said, sheepishly. “I’ll get you another. Speaking of clothes, we got to get you into something more flattering than that polo shirt. Although your ass looks amazing in those pants. Where’s your place at?”
My place was also Mike’s place and guilt boiled in my stomach. “I…I live…I mean, I lived with Mike. After what I did…” I trailed off, shaking my head.
I never thought I would cheat on Mike, even if I did it with my soulmate. I consoled myself by remembering that Mike had probably cheated on me with that big-titted tramp from his work. He had denied it repeatedly, telling me I was just jealous and overreacting. He was convincing, but the way that bitch looked at him sometimes made me think something must have happened.
Mark nodded. “Yeah, that was pretty mean of me, so don’t feel bad, okay Mare.” It was sweet of Mark to try and assuage my guilt. And it did help a little. “It was just so…” he trailed off, searching for a word.
That boyish grin came back and he nodded. “It was. So naughty.”
“So, I don’t think I can face him, not yet.” I reached into the car and grabbed my black polo and pulled it over my head. The fabric rasped pleasantly on my nipples, still a little sensitive from my orgasm.
“Okay, Mare. Let’s go shopping and get you some new clothes.”
I hugged Mark in delight. Mike never wanted to go shopping with me. Remembering how badly Mike used to treat me also went a long way to make me feel less guilty. “Okay, let’s go shopping.”
We got back into his dirty car. He was definitely going to need to clean it if he expected me to ride around with him. He turned the key and the engine starting with a loud sputter, and he drove us out of the parking lot and onto Pacific Ave, the main road through Spanaway and Parkland and into Tacoma. As we drove, I realized that Mark and I had done just about every sex act I had heard of, and I didn’t even know his last name. So I asked him.
Mark blinked at me. “Wow. I guess we don’t really know much about each other. Well, let’s see.” He paused, thinking. “I’m Mark Glassner. I’m twenty-seven. Umm, I’ve been working shitty jobs since I was eighteen. Currently, I sell vacuum-cleaners door-to-door.”
I couldn’t help laughing at that. “People still do that?”
“Not that successfully,” Mark answered. “Most people listen politely, then politely tell me to go fuck myself.”
“Well, Mark, I’m surprised that you’re not that good at it. Since you convinced three strange girls to have an orgy with you.” I furrowed my eyebrows, wondering how he had done that. His voice was so commanding that you just obeyed him. Was it something you could learn?
Mark seemed a little uncomfortable, so I changed the subject. I would pry that secret out of him eventually. I had my whole life ahead to do it. “What about your family?” I asked.
“I have a little sister,” Mark said. “Although, I guess Antsy not so little any more since she started college last year.”
“Antsy? That’s a…um…unique name.” I was trying not to giggle.
“It’s short for Samantha,” he explained. “When she was a little kid she couldn’t sit still, so my dad started calling her Antsy. My sister still lives with my parents while she’s going to school, but I…I moved out when I was eighteen.”
His voice sounded bitter and I sensed some pain. I rubbed his thigh consolingly. “My mother wasn’t a great parent,” I told Mark in an understanding tone.
“It was my dad,” Mark said after a long pause. “He was fine until I was eleven, and then he hurt his back, or so he claimed. He was a longshoreman at the Port of Tacoma, and so he couldn’t work anymore and he went on disability. Money got tight. My mom had to start working and my dad…” Mark snorted with derision. “My dad started drinking. And then he started getting abusive. To me. To my mom. And sometimes even Antsy. I stood up to him when I got older and realized I was as strong as him. So the bastard kicked me out when I graduated high school. I’ve tried a bunch of times to convince my mom to leave him, but she won’t. She says she loves him, but I think she’s too scared of being alone. Since I moved out, my mom claims that he stopped hitting her, but…”
“But you think she’s just trying to protect you,” I finished, squeezing his thigh reassuringly. He nodded.
Mark cleared his throat. He was doing that guy thing where they pretend they weren’t about to cry. “So what about you,” he croaked, voice thick with suppress emotion. He cleared his throat again. “What’s your last name?”
“Sullivan,” I answered, immediately. “I’m nineteen. I have two sisters. Shannon’s my older sister and Missy’s my younger sister.”
“I definitely need to stop thinking of my sister as a kid since I’m dating someone the same age,” Mark quipped.
“You’re just a cradle robber,” I joked back. “Seducing innocent young girls with your lecherous ways.”
We stopped at a red light and Mark bent over and kissed me, “Guilty as charged,” he whispered, kissing my cheek and nuzzling at my neck. The light turned green and a horn blared behind us. He grinned boyishly at me and continued driving.
“I work part-time at Starbucks. Or, at least I did,” I flushed as I savored the memory of what we did this morning. “It was helping to pay for college, so I hope you step up your vacuum-cleaner salesmanship to keep me in the poor lifestyle I’ve become accustomed to.”
“Money’s not going to be a problem, Mare,” he told me with confidence. That nickname, Mare, was starting to grow on me. I kinda wished I had one for him. Mark doesn’t really shorten into anything. Except Mar. And that sounds silly. Maybe Ark? No. He’s not a big boat with a bunch of animals on board. Stallion was a fantastic nickname for when we were fucking, but seemed a little too weird to use otherwise.
“So where are you going to school?”
“I’m attending DeVry up in Federal Way,” I answered, “working on a graphic design degree.”
Mark smiled and nodded appreciatively. “I didn’t know I was dating a talented artist. I would love to see your work.”
I blushed. “I’m not that good,” I said. People, mostly my dad and my sisters, said my art was amazing or beautiful. I, however, always saw my flaws and mistakes. “But, I’ll show you, if you want.”
He squeezed my hand on his thigh and brought it up to his lips, kissing my fingertips. “I do.” He held onto my hand, driving with just his left. Mark turned right onto 512, the freeway towards South Hill and its mall. “You said your mom wasn’t that great of a person?” he asked, merging onto the freeway.
I hesitated. I didn’t like talking about my mom. Mark squeeze my hand reassuringly. “You don’t need to talk about it, if it’s to painful.”
I breathed deeply. Mark was my soulmate. He deserved to know. “When I was six, my mom …” I broke off, wiping at the tears welling in my eyes. Even after so many years it was painful. My mom left a wound in my heart that opened every time I thought about her. “She left my dad. She was cheating on him and just ran off with this musician.” I paused, fighting back sobs. How could that whore abandon us.
I regained my composure enough to continue. “Dad was a wonderful parent and did his best to raise my sisters and I, but mom’s abandonment hurt him deeply. Hurt all of us deeply. He didn’t smile as much and had hard time dating women. I think he found it hard to trust after that. He really loved her, and my mom didn’t even tell anyone she was leaving; she just packed a suitcase and left a note. Dad showed it to me when I was older. She wrote that she wasn’t happy with her family. She wanted to have fun, go out partying. To enjoy wild sex. She wrote that my sisters and I were just holding her back with responsibility.”
The tears were flowing now. It still hurt after all these years. What mother abandons her children so she could have fun? Never once in the last thirteen years had the whore ever as much as sent a birthday card. Dad said she didn’t even contest the divorce. Just signed away her parental rights so she could whore around with that musician.
Of course, I’m just as much a whore. I cheated on Mike and then ditched him. Sobs wracked my body as I realized that I was my mother. How could this have happened? Oh God, how did I become her?
Mark’s arms enveloped me, pulling me into his chest. His hands stroked my hair gently. I was crying so hard that I didn’t even notice him pulling over to the shoulder. He rocked me in his arms, and whispered, “Shh, it’s okay. I’m not going to abandon you. Shh.”
“That’s…not…” I sobbed, trying to speak. I started to hiccup. “I’m…my mother! I’m just as…bad! I’m a…a whore!”
“No you’re not,” he whispered, kissing my forehead. “You’re an angel, not a whore. You and Mike were just dating. You didn’t marry him. You guys didn’t have any kids. You didn’t abandon your family to go have fun.” I nodded and hiccuped. My tears stopped and I sniffed loudly; I rubbed at my eyes, wiping tears away.
“And your dad never treated your mom badly, right?” Mark asked. “He never was an asshole to her, like Mike was to you?” No, Dad was always sweet to Mom. They never even fought. I had thought they were in love. “No. Dad loved her. We were always catching them kissing.”
“Did Mike ever love you,” Mark asked. “Or did he just love sleeping with you?”
I thought about it. Mike was always at me for sex, but I had to badger him to take me out on dates or just to spend time with me. And I never felt half as intensely about Mike as I did for Mark. He was a candle compared to the bonfire of my love for Mark. I realized what Mike and I had was just teenage lust. Mark was right. I smiled in relief. Thank God, I wasn’t my mother.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
Mark kissed my cheek and he must be tasting the salt of my tears. Then he was kissing my neck, nibbling and sucking and probably leaving a hickey to match the one he gave me earlier. There was a click and my seatbelt unbuckled. I watched in confusion as Mark leaned back into his seat and pulled out his hard cock and then pulled out off the shoulder and back onto the freeway, accelerating quickly. He grinned at me and I licked my lips, realizing what Mark wanted me to do.
“I’ve always wanted to have my cock sucked while driving,” he confided in me.
Mark had been so sweet to me, so I was more than happy to fulfill his fantasy.
I bent over, lowering my face into his lap and sucked the pink tip into my mouth. I traced the mushroom head with my tongue, feeling it balloon in my mouth. His cock tasted of my pussy, sweet and spicy. A semi-truck honked his horn as he passed and I got wet knowing he could see me sucking my lover’s cock; I rubbed my sticky thighs together in pleasure. Mark moaned, making Mark happy left a warm feeling inside me. I wanted this to be special, so I relaxed my throat and lowered my mouth all the way down his shaft until his pubic hair ticked my lips and nose. I rose up, lips rubbing the ridge of his cock head, tongue playing with his urethra.
I sucked hard; Mark groaned, “Fuck that’s good! Your mouth’s amazing, Mare.”
I deep-throated him again and settled into a slow rhythm, rising up and playing with his head, then slowly devouring his cock, sucking hard. I cupped his balls, feeling their round hardness in his sack. His hand gripped the back of my head, and he forced me up and down faster and harder. His balls tightened in my hands and I knew he was about to cum. I slid my mouth up so only the head was inside.
“Here it cums, Mare,” he moaned.
His cum was thick and salty. I swallowed as fast as I could, but it poured in faster than I could handle. Warm cum escaped my lips. The car swerved wildly and I almost bit his cock in surprise. I sat up, cum running down my chin.
“What happened?” I asked as I scooped up the white and sticky cum with my fingers and licked them clean.
He grunted, still coming off his orgasm. “That was amazing, but we probably shouldn’t do that again.”
“Why,” I asked, buckling my seatbelt.
“I almost wrecked the car when I came.”
I giggled, “Yeah, maybe we shouldn’t do that again.” My pussy was still on fire and I rubbed my thighs together, my clit rubbing against my panties.
“You need to cum, Mare?” I nodded. Mark was exiting the freeway and merging onto Meridian. “Well, I know just how to satisfy you.”
“How?” I asked, squeezing my thighs hard together. Mark pulled off Meridian into a strip mall across the street from the South Hill Mall and parked in front of the Heavenly Creatures Salon. “What are we doing?”
“Well, don’t take this the wrong way, Mare, but I like my pussies smooth.”
“You want me to get waxed?” I asked, and he nodded. I had shaved my pussy once for Mike. It had been uncomfortable, and I got a bad case of razor burn. Mike begged me for weeks to shave it again, but it was such a bad experience that I put my foot down. He was an asshole for a week straight after that.
“You can get whatever wax you want, I would just love for your pussy lips to be smooth and bare.”
I thought for a moment. He seemed excited by the idea, and I wanted to making him happy. “Okay.” Maybe waxing wouldn’t be as bad as shaving.
We walked into the salon. It reeked of nail polish remover and hair spray, and I felt a little light-headed. A bored receptionist asked us to sign in, while two middle-aged women read magazines as they waited. Mark gave a few, commanding orders to the staff and customers. In a few minutes, all the girls that worked in the salon lined up before us while the customers watched. There were some cute girls working here that just made my pussy wetter.
“Which one would you like to eat your pussy?” he asked me; he must really want me to enjoy getting waxed
Which was fine with me and I grinned as I looked over the girls. Most were Southeast Asians: Thai or Vietnamese. I eyed them over, lusting after their pretty faces and the curves of their bodies. I licked my lips, thinking about the tall girl with bubblegum pink hair and large breasts straining at her loose blouse. Her face was round and her lips lush. Another girl combined a plump curviness with a sultry smile. But the petite, Vietnamese girl with the doll face and shy eyes stoked my fires. She wore the tight, pink jeans that hugged her ass and rode low on her hips. A flowery, low-cut halter top showed off a small pair of breasts.
I pointed at her and Mark motioned her over. “What’s your name?” he asked her.
“Joy,” she answered. Her voice was rich and musical, like a songbird.
“Well, Joy, I want you to give Mary whatever type of wax she wants for free.” Joy nodded in agreement. “After you’re finished, I want you to eat her pussy until she cums.”
“Yes, sir,” Joy said, and flushed shyly.
“Have you ever been with a woman?” Mark asked her. She shook her head. I about creamed my panties. I was going pop her lesbian cherry.
“Everyone,” Mark said loudly, “Joy and Mary’s lovemaking will be perfectly normal.” Mark paused, and then he grinned boyishly. “In fact, stylist if a client ever asks you to perform a sex act on them, do it. And enjoy doing it.” He turned to the customers. “Ladies, I want you to enjoy yourselves. Have these girls get you off at least once.” The customers – mostly middle-aged women, but there was one hot twenty-year old – eyed the stylists speculatively. The stylist giggled back, licking their lips.
Mark turned back to Joy, and ordered, “Do whatever Mary tells you to do. No questions.” Joy nodded.
I kissed Mark on the lips. “Thank you.” He was such a great boyfriend and understood that I had urges only a woman could satisfy.
“Have fun,” he told me. “I’m going to go buy a camcorder, so I’ll meet you back here in a little while.”
“You’re not going to stick around?” I asked. “There are some pretty girls working here.” I pictured Mark fucking the pink-haired girl while Joy ate my pussy. It was such a delightful image. I could just see his cock diving into her pussy, spreading her lips as the shaft slides in. I could hear the way she would moan, enjoying Mark’s cock filling her up.
Mark glanced at some of the stylists and sighed. “It’s the smell. I can’t stand it. It’s making me a little sick to my stomach.”
“Okay, hun,” I kissed him goodbye. And then Joy was leading back into the salon.
My pussy was on fire and my stomach roiled in excitement, as I followed Joy to a small room. At its center was a vinyl, padded table. Hanging from the wall were fluffy, white towels. A privacy screen sat in the corner for undressing. Along the opposite wall was a counter with a sink and cabinets underneath. She lit some incense – jasmine – filling the air with a sweet, heady aroma, then she motioned for me to go behind the screen. Instead I put on what I hoped was my sexiest grin, before I pulled my Starbucks polo shirt over my head, baring my breasts.
“Miss, please the screen is for changing,” she gasped, turning away from me. “Once you’re undressed, please wrap yourself in a towel.” She walked to the counter.
Joy busied herself at the counter, opening cabinets and pulling out her supplies. I kicked off my black sneakers and pulled off plain white socks. With a snap, my pants were undone and sliding down my pale legs, then I hooked my fingers in the elastic bands of my plain panties and slid them off. My auburn pussy hair was a matted mess: a mix of Mark’s drying cum and my vaginal juices. I adopted a sexy pose: right hand on my hip, left hand up in my head, legs bent slightly, and chest thrust forward.
“Ready,” I said. Joy turned and blushed, demurely looking at the ground. “How do I look?”
She shyly looked up, dark eyes roving my body. “You are very beautiful,” she answered.
“But not hot? Or sexy?” I asked, glad that she thought I was beautiful, but I was hoping for some desire from the beautiful Asian woman.
“Sorry miss, but I’m not,” she swallowed uncomfortable, “gay.”
“You will be after you eat my tasty pussy,” I purred to her and she flushed, looking down again. I licked my lips, she was so adorable. “Why don’t you get naked too.”
“Our stylist keep their clothes on,” Joy explained as she pulled her top over her head. She wore no bra and had small, round breasts – smaller than my B cups – topped with dark-olive, tiny nipples. She froze, realizing what she just did, and covered those beautiful tits in embarrassment.
“Don’t do that,” I objected. Marks words from earlier today came back to me. “Those breasts are amazing. They deserve to be seen.”
Joy slid her hands away, flushing brightly, and kicked off her sandals and slid out of her tight, pink jeans. She had to wiggle that fine ass to get her tight jeans off. Underneath she wore red, satin panties with black lace trim. Finally, she pulled her panties off in one swift motion, as if she just want to get her embarrassment over with. I licked my lips appreciatively at her smooth pussy lips. They were gorgeous and her creamy-olive skin tone made the pussy more exotic.
I reached out towards her, brushing a soft nipple. She flinched as I gently circled the areola until she was hard and erect. Smiling, I sat down on the padded table and spread my legs, revealing the sticky mess from fucking Mark behind the Safeway.
“I think I need to be cleaned, first,” I ordered her.
Joy stared at the mess and nodded. She filled a small bucket with warm water and added some coconut scented soap. Grabbing a large, soft sponge she dipped it into the soapy water and gently started to wipe the mess from my thigh. The water was warm on my left thigh, and she slowly washed her way to my pussy. My toes curled in anticipation and I sighed when she gently began cleaning my labia. The sponge was wet, and soft, and rough on my pussy, and I moaned as it brushed my clit.
I was so horny from the blowjob earlier and seeing Joy’s naked body that it wasn’t going to be long before I came. Then her sponge moved off my pussy, wiping at my right thigh and I moaned in disappointment.
“Don’t stop rubbing my pussy,” I ordered in a hiss. “I’m almost there.”
Joy moved the sponge back, rubbing slow and gently on my vulva and clit. Electricity sparked through my body. My eyes drank in the sight of her naked body, and I just had to touch her silky skin and her lush lips. I grabbed her shoulder and pulled her towards me. I kissed her passionately, caressing her lips with my tongue before plunging it. My other hand reached out, found her tit, and squeezed the small, firm breast.
She sighed into my mouth, and then it was her tongue invading my lips. She rubbed harder, focusing on my clit, stroking the sponge in small circles on my sensitive nub. The pleasure built deep inside me. I pinched her nipple and moaned into her mouth as I came, wetting the sponge with more of my juices.
Joy kept rubbing, the sponge pressing wonderfully against my clit. I came a second time, harder than the first. My entire body convulsed and a I fell back onto the table. She never stopped cleaning me, circling my clit faster and faster. I came a third time, moaning softly; I writhed on the table as pleasure filled every fiber of my body.
“Oh, god, stop!” I beg, my sensitive clit needing a rest. “Please stop.”
“Um…okay…uh…” Joy stammered breathlessly; eyes wide with desire. She stopped rubbing my pussy and stepped back. Her entire body flushed crimson and juices glistened on her smooth vulva. “Just, um, lie back and I’ll…uh…yeah, I’ll start waxing you.”
I found flustered Joy so cute. She turned away, walking to the counter, her shapely ass wiggling as she walked. At the counter she poured an orange, syrupy substance into a tray and grabbed an applicator.
“Is this your first wax?” she asked, regaining her composure in the familiarity of her work.
“Yeah,” I answered. It was my turn to feel nervous, as she placed her supplies on a wheeled metal tray and rolled it to the table.
She sat cross-leg on a stool and looked absolutely gorgeous. Sweat beaded on her beautiful breasts, and her legs were long and sexy with shapely calves. “Okay, what type of wax do you want? Bikini, Brazilian, or French?”
“I don’t know what it’s called, but I want my vulva smooth and the hair above my pussy shaped into a cute, little heart,” I answered.
Joy nodded. “Okay, miss.”
“It’s Mary,” I told her. “I think after making me cum, we can be on a first name basis.”
She blushed and smiled shyly. “Okay, Mary, I’m going to start to apply the wax.” The orange wax was lathered onto my pubic hair and a squealed in startlement. It was cold and sticky. “This wax is perfectly natural,” Joy explained, “made from just water and sugar and a little lemon.” She started applying cloth strips now, shaping the cloth to form a heart. “This is gonna hurt since it’s your first time, okay. Are you ready?”
I nodded and she ripped. It hurt so bad, like ripping a bandaid, but so much worse. I groaned through clenched teeth. Mark better goddamn love this! He better fucking die and go to heaven when he sees me!
My vulva was on fire. I gasped in pain as a second strip was ripped out. It wasn’t as bad as the first one, and I tried to distract myself by thinking of Joy’s lips sucking on my clit and nibbling on my labia before probing her tongue deep into my pussy. Joy quickly finished, and she applied an aloe vera lotion to her hands, rubbing the lotion softly into my vulva. Her gentle touch erased the pain and replaced it with burning lust.
Then her tongue licked at my pussy, feeling intense on my now bare lips. “Oh, yeah!” I moaned, “tongue my slit.”
Delicate fingers gently spread my labia open, and my juices leaked out, running down my ass to pool on the vinyl surface of the table. I writhed in pleasure; her tongue slid into my pussy, feeling around my sensitive, inner walls. I licked my lips, and played with my hard nipples, pulling and twisting them, adding to the fire burning in my nethers.
I wanted to taste her, to drink her nectar. To share with her the pleasure she gave me. “Climb up and…ohhh fuck…straddle my face!” I panted. “I want to eat you, too!”
Joy pulled her face from my pussy, my juices streaking her lips and cheeks and she smiled lustfully at me. Quickly and nimbly she climb up and that furry pussy descended to my lips. Her wiry hair tickled my nose and cheeks as my tongue found the warm wetness of her hidden pussy.
She tasted a mix of tart and tang; her pussy juices thick and flavorful. My tongue dove deep into her as she began to nibble tenderly at my clit while her fingers softly stroked my labia. I moaned into her pussy, rubbing my nose through her slit, as my lips found her clit peaking out of its hood; I sucked hard. Joy groaned into me, her teeth gently touching my clit, scraping the sensitive nub and making my insides writhe in pleasure. My hands gripped her firm ass, squeezing her cheeks, as I devoured her, drinking her delicious nectar.
And then, two fingers slid slowly into me, wiggling about and withdrawing just as slow. Joy fingerfucked me slow and purposefully, fanning my lusts higher. My orgasm built with a burning intensity. I redoubled my efforts, lapping deep into her slit as I moved a hand down to rub her clit in slow circles.
Her ass clenched and hips rotated on me. She moaned on my clit, lips sucking so exquisitely on that spongy bit of flesh. I screamed wordless into her pussy as my pleasure exploded deep inside my womb. Ripples of electricity spasmed throughout my entire body. Juices spilled into my mouth as Joy bucked on top, cumming hard as well.
For a moment we just lay there, faces in each other’s pussies, breathing in each other’s musk. I gently kissed her pussy, tasting her one last time before she rose up and turned around. A broad smile graced her lips, her small bosom heaving, and she crawled atop me her slim body against mine. Her hard nipples dragged across my stomach up to my breasts; her wiry pubic hair tickled my thigh. She smiled down at me, her black hair spilling around our faces. She bent down, and tenderly kissed me on the lips; I tasted my sweet spiciness.
“That was nice,” she whispered and kissed me again.
“I thought you weren’t a lesbian?”
Her dark eyes stared down at me, and she smiled, “Your lips were very convincing.”
“Which lips?” I asked. “My mouth’s or my pussy’s?”
“Both,” she answered huskily and captured my lips in another kiss. “And your cute, button nose.” Her lips kissed my nose’s tip. “And your freckled check.” Wet lips caressed my cheek, kissing down to the hollow of my throat. “Those beautiful, emerald eyes.” She kissed my eyelid. “And your hard, little nipples.” I sighed in pleasure as her lips closed about my left nipple, sucking and nibbling.
I closed my eyes, enjoying the pressure of Joy’s lips on my nipples. I wrapped my arms about her lithe body and traced the line of her spine from her neck to the small of her back. Joy licked her way up my breast and neck and up to my ear, her wet tongue sending shivers throughout my body. She shifted her weight as she nibbled on my earlobe; our pussies kissed, wetly rubbing against each other. And then something hard and hot bumped into my clit, and we both gasped. Our sensitive nubs kissed, electricity arced between us.
Joy moved her hips again, bumping are clits pleasantly together. “Ooh, that feels good,” Joy cooed. Her dark eyes were wide with awe at our discovery.
She slowly rotate her hips, gently fucking are clits together. Every time her clit rubbed mine, pleasure rushed through my body. I didn’t know what this was called. Everything I heard about lesbian sex was eating pussy or dildos and strap-ons. I never heard of this clit kissing. I loved it!
I slid my hand down, grasping her small ass, her muscles flexing beneath her silky skin. I hooked my leg about hers and rocked my hips in time to her rhythm. Her hard clit would slide through my wet labia, pleasurably kissing my clit. Then my clit would be slid through her slick lips, wrapped in spongy heaven. Over and over again, each clit-kiss bringing me closer to my sweet release.
I pulled her face down and passionately captured her mouth, softly moaning into her mouth. Our nipples rubbed against each other, hard nubs kissing as ardently as our lips. A strong intensity built between us. Joy broke the kiss, staring deep into my eyes and we gasped and moaned. My heart was beating in my chest and warm feelings rose up through me. Joy moaned my name softly, her hips rotating faster now. She must be as close as I was to cumming.
“Ohh, fuck!” I panted, fingers digging into the meat of her ass. “Harder, faster!”
“Sweet, sweet Mary,” moaned Joy. “Your pussy feels amazing! Ohhh, fuck! I’m cumming! Oh, wow, I’m cumming!”
Her body writhed on mine, our hard nipples brushing, as she ground our clits together. My body tensed as I neared my orgasm, and I locked my legs about her silky thighs. I clung tightly to her as the pleasure of my cum rolled through my body.
“Oh, Joy, I’m cumming too!” I gasped.
We laid on the table, enjoying the afterglow of our orgasms, and gently kissing for a few minutes before Joy reluctantly crawled off of me. She smiled shyly and gathered her clothes. I goosed her ass as she bent over, catching a glimpse of a smooth vulva dripping with our combined fluids.
Joy giggled, rubbing her ass. She found her satin panties and pulled them up her slim legs.
I stood up and admired my reflection in a floor mirror next to the bed. My pale body was drenched in sweat, and loose auburn hair was plastered to my sweaty face. My freckled boobs heaved from and my small, dusky nipples were hard little nubs. I trailed my eyes down my flat stomach and cute, innie bellybutton, then farther down to the fiery heart of pubic hair. And below the heart, a tight, girlish slit disappeared beneath my thighs. I looked hot. Mark was going cum in his pants when he saw my pussy.
“You look so sexy,” Joy said, standing next to me, handing me my panties. I smiled happily, getting the answer I wanted from earlier, and kissed Joy.
We gathered our clothes. Then we exchanged phone numbers. Finally – arms wrapped about each other’s waists – we exited the private room back to the main part of the salon and came upon a lovely sight.
The customers from the lobby took Mark’s orders to heart. The plump stylist was fucking the handle of a hairbrush into one of the woman’s vagina. Another customer moaned as one stylist ate her pussy and the pink-haired girl ate out her ass. One stylist was eating the pussy of a customer sitting in barber chair while another stylist made out with her customer, who had shoved her up against the wall; the customer had up the stylist shirt, groping her tits.
Giggling, Joy and I walked through the salon admiring the lesbian orgy that had broken out. We reached the waiting area. Mark wasn’t here yet, and I wondered what sort fun he was having. I couldn’t wait to tell him about Joy and hear all about the naughty things he was up to.
Joy kissed me one last time, “I hope you come back sometime.”
I smacked my lips, and giggled, “I definitely have to cum again.”
To be continue…
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