Gettin' My Hair Done

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He is so</div> <div> sexually repressed that if he didn't eat pussy like a pro, I wouldn't have anything </div> <div> to do with him."   Morris laughs, saying, "You are too hard on the brother".   I know </div> <div> I wasn't, "I wanted to see this guy masturbate.  So I told him, he tried to fake </div> <div> it, but when I told him that I wouldn't consider the job done until he came, he </div> <div> finally told me that he doesn't masturbate.  I was shocked.   I guess I thought </div> <div> in this day and<FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#FF6600" FACE="Arial" > </FONT>time all men masturbated.   So as pissed as I was, I start to </div> <div> masturbate.   I could tell that he definitely enjoyed watching me.   When I </div> <div> pulled my fingers out, and put them in my mouth, I thought he was going to fall </div> <div> off the bed.   Basically everything that I was<FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#FF6600" FACE="Arial" > </FONT>interested in trying, was a big </div> <div> no-no for him" I told Morris.   "He pissed me off so bad, wasting my time, if I'd</div> <div> had my whip, I would have whipped his ass".   Morris started laughing and shaking</div> <div> his head. Then he asked..."Do you really have a whip?"  I smiled,  "Yes, I do...it's<FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#FF6600" FACE="Arial" > </FONT></div> <div> in my purse.  Wanna see it?"  "Hell yeah!"   So I take it out, and hand it to him.<FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#FF6600" FACE="Arial" > </FONT></div> <div> He feels the leather in his hands, then hits his thigh with it.   "That's not bad. </div> <div> Actually that's pretty good" he says.   Then before I sit in the chair, he hits my </div> <div> ass with it.   I don't know how to describe the feeling to you, especially if it isn't </div> <div> your<FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#FF6600" FACE="Arial" > </FONT>thang. I almost came in my pants.   I immediately took it back, but I </div> <div> continued to hold it.   "OK, come on tell me the rest".   "Well there was this guy </div> <div> that I met at a hotel bar after work one day.   He was soo kinky.   He immediately .</div> <div> started touching my legs.   I admit that it felt good, but the boy moved just a </div> <div> little to fast for me.   I just wasn't really attracted to him.   Then, I met this one </div> <div> guy...and we've 'kicked it' a few times.   The sex is pretty good, but I don't know. </div> <div> Don't get me wrong.   I'll continue to do what we do, but I think he sleeps with </div> <div> a lot of women...and a girl has got to be careful.<FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#FF6600" FACE="Arial" >   </FONT>So I'm still searching for my </div> <div> fantasy lover".   "To bad one of those guys didn't work out...<FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#FF6600" FACE="Arial" > </FONT>but keep searching". </div> <div> He directs me to the shampoo chair.   He starts to washing my hair, massaging my </div> <div> scalp. He moved around me, and I have my hands on the armrest.  I could feel him </div> <div> against my hand.   Usually, I move my hand, not today;   I told you something was</div> <div> different.   I feel the pressure getting harder.   His groin is on my hand.   I can </div> <div> feel him starting to get excited. I open my eyes, to find him<FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#FF6600" FACE="Arial" > </FONT>watching me. Now, </div> <div> he grinds softly on my hand, letting me feel him, as he looks into my eyes.   When</div> <div> he finishes my shampoo, we both walk back to the styling chair, and I spank him </div> <div> with my whip.   He turns and smiles.   It's a smile I've never seen before.   So sexy. </div> <div> Somehow, we start talking about dicks, and he asks me "Would you like to see </div> <div> mine?" Now, I know me, I can resist anything...but temptation. I tell him "Thanks, </div> <div> but no thanks, I know my limitations".   He unzips his pants anyway.   He reaches </div> <div> inside, and starts stroking himself.   I want to see it soo bad.   I can't speak for</div> <div> every<FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#FF6600" FACE="Arial" > </FONT>woman, but dicks have always fascinated me...they are all so different. </div> <div> My eyes are glued to his crotch.   H e asks me again,   "Are you sure?"   "Well, </div> <div> just a peak wouldn't<FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#FF6600" FACE="Arial" > </FONT>hurt. "   He pulls his dick out, and it's nice...I mean really </div> <div> nice.   Not too big, and<FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#FF6600" FACE="Arial" > </FONT>not too small, with a really nice head.   He starts to </div> <div> masturbate and ask me "Come<FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#FF6600" FACE="Arial" > </FONT>help me."   By this time, I'm gone.   He takes some </div> <div> liquid hair oil...and puts it on his hand, and continues to stroke himself.   I reach </div> <div> over and touch him lightly, then<FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#FF6600" FACE="Arial" > </FONT>harder, grabbing him.   He feels so soft, and so </div> <div> hard.   He continues to grow, as my hand slides up and down his shaft.   He gets </div> <div> up, and locks the door.   He stops at the refrigerator, and returns with the bottle </div> <div> of champagne.   He sits on a stool, putting his dick level with my face; and opens </div> <div> the bottle.   I start stroking him again, then I lean over and lick the head.   I hear </div> <div> him catch his breath as I suck him deeply.   I start to<FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#FF6600" FACE="Arial" > </FONT>work him, like a lollipop. </div> <div> Sucking him in and out.   As I speed up, I start to taste the sweet precum. The </div> <div> sounds get louder. I'm sucking harder.   I stop to lick the shaft,<FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#FF6600" FACE="Arial" > </FONT>wanting to taste </div> <div> all of him. I return to the head, and deep throat him.   As I feel him starting to </div> <div> cum, I take him out...and he explodes all over my smock.  After it was over, we </div> <div> were both out of breath.   I leaned back into the chair, waiting on him to finish </div> <div> my<FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#FF6600" FACE="Arial" > </FONT>hair.  His phone rings, and I decide to take care of myself, while I wait. He </div> <div> looks at me in the mirror, and knows what I'm doing.   He continues to talk, but </div> <div> watches my hands.   After he gets off the phone, he kneels between my legs, and </div> <div> starts to<FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#FF6600" FACE="Arial" > </FONT>touch me.   He puts 2 fingers inside of me, and starts massaging my clit </div> <div> with his thumb.   He works them in and out making me squirm.   He grabs my ass, </div> <div> pulling me toward the end of the chair.   He takes the bottle of champagne, and </div> <div> pours it all over me, and starts to suck and lick it off.   As I cum, he takes the </div> <div> fingers away, and sucks the<FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#FF6600" FACE="Arial" > </FONT>juices off them.   He returns to his normal position, </div> <div> and blow drys and styles<FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#FF6600" FACE="Arial" > </FONT>my hair.   I put my whip and CD back inside my purse. </div> <div> He looks at the clock,<FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#FF6600" FACE="Arial" > </FONT>and goes to unlock the door.   About 10 minutes later, a </div> <div> woman comes in.   I think she knows something was going on.   She leaves the door </div> <div> open...to cool things off.   When he finishes, I ask him "How much for today?"  </div> <div>  He says " mm $55.00 I guess".   I pull out $60.00 and tell him to consider the </div> <div> rest a tip.   He laughs, and tells me to be sure and email him.   He says, "Maybe </div> <div> we can chat online?" I just<FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#FF6600" FACE="Arial" > </FONT>smile, thinking about the fantasy he helped me fulfill. </div> <bR> <div> "Oh yeah, we can chat".</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> 02/17/2001</div> <bR> </BODY>