Fantasy: The haircut (2)

Continued from… The haircut (1)

Source: konachan.com

The dark haired beauty dropped to her knees and started unbuckling Alan’s pants. The blond woman stopped cutting his hair for a moment when Alan lifted his ass off the chair to help the woman between his legs to pull his pants down. She pulled both his pants and boxer shorts down in one movement. His cock was already erect. Ready for whatever may come. The dark haired woman looked appreciatively at his cock. She looked at his face and found him staring at her with a smile on his face. He ran his eyes up and down her body, lingering at her breasts.
“I’ve shown you mine and would love to see yours too,”

A smile spread across her face. Slowly she pulled her shirt over here head, revealing her lovely round breasts. She was not wearing a bra. Alan wanted to pull her closer.
“No touching,” she said.
His hands fell back to his lap. Alan had totally forgotten about the blond woman behind him. She was still busy with his hair but he only vaguely registered it. The dark haired woman pressed her breasts together, rolled her hardened nipples between her fingers and smiled at Alan.
“Now for the special treatment,” she said.
She kneeled between his legs, pressing his pants and boxer short down to the floor and trapping his feet.

Alan watched as the woman pulled the cutting cape towards her and disappeared under it.
“I want to watch you,” he said as he start to pull the cape towards him.
“No watching,” the blond woman spoke behind Alan.
Alan was not able to answer her. He felt a hand around his cock and then the warm breath of the woman close to the head of his cock. Alan was afraid that he might climax within seconds. The situation he was in was very unusual, yet very erotic. Never in his wildest dreams had he thought about experiencing this. He groaned as the mouth of the dark haired woman closed around the head of his cock.

Slowly Alan felt his cock disappear into the mouth around it. He tensed when he felt the tip of his cock pressing against the back of the woman’s throat. She allowed his cock to escape from her mouth while still holding onto it. Her hand moved up and down his shaft a couple of times before she took his hard member into her mouth again. Her mouth and hand worked together in a perfect rhythm. She licked and sucked up and down, her mouth following her hand, her hand following her mouth. She flicked her tongue around the tip of his cock, teasing him and then taking him in deep again. All Alan could see was the movement of the woman’s head below the cutting cape. Up and down, up and down.

Alan knew that he would not be able to hold out for much longer. He did not want this to end, but his body had something else in mind. A couple of times the woman held his cock deep in her mouth, only releasing it when she made a gagging sound. Each time he heard her gag, Alan felt a twitch in his cock. Somehow it was such a sexy sound – a woman gagging herself without being forced to do so. She softly grazed her teeth over his shaft and the head of his cock. He tensed. She sucked him again. Harder. The touch of her hand was firmer. His balls were hard and he was ready to just let go, to climax.

“I think… I… I might cum,” he said, not knowing whether he could just spurt it into the warm mouth around his cock.
“Just let go,” the blond woman spoke. In the back of his mind Alan realized that she was not busy with his haircut anymore. He glanced in the mirror in front of him and saw that she indeed was done. She was watching the movement between his legs, one hand resting on his shoulder and the other absentmindedly cupping her breast, with her thumb moving over her hardened nipple. She was clearly aroused too. It took him only a second to take all of this in before his attention returned back to his center. The quick and firm movements was more than he could handle. His cock pulsed in her hand as he started to climax, spraying strands of his semen into the dark haired woman’s mouth.

Five minutes later Alan was paying the bill at the counter next to the door. The dark haired woman has disappeared.
“Do you want to make an appointment for the next time, sir?” the blond woman asked politely.
“Uh, yes, I think I should,” he said.
“Six weeks from now?”
“Yes, that’s fine,” Alan answered.
“Regular or special treatment, sir?” she asked, glancing up at him.
“Special, please.”

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