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Haircut at Madam Twon's, Part II
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HAIRCUT AT MADAME TWON'S (II)
by Art Miyako
As soon as I had gotten my ticket, the woman stood up and
called to one of the girls in what I assume was Chinese. The girl
walked over and took me by the arm through a set of heavy black
curtains into a room lined with sinks and chairs. She motioned for
me to sit in one of the chairs and I did so. She leaned me back
so that my head was over the sink and I was staring straight up at
the ceiling. I heard the sound of a zipper being pulled, and
turned my head slightly. This wonderful creature had revealed
both of her enormous tits through her leather outfit. They were a
creamy coffee color, and were set with nipples about twice the
size of pencil erasers. As I watched, she took a plastic squeeze
bottle from the cabinet and squirted a clear gel all over her
mammoth breasts, leaving them shiny and slippery-looking. She
then produced a bottle of shampoo and turned on the water in the
sink. She straightened my head and smiled a bit as she ran hot
water over my hair.
She leaned over and began soaping me up, sliding her fantastic
boobs all over my face as she did so. I could barely breath as
what seemed like 30 lbs of soft, sweet-scented flesh covered my
ears, my mouth, and my eyes. My whole head was engulfed, and
what's more the gel she'd squirted on had a sweet taste as well.
She was intentionally grinding her tits into my face, leaving me
struggling for breath and wishing for a pair of jeans with a more
spacious crotch. I opened my lips and was treated to a mouthful
of delicious tit. The girl's hands trembled a bit as she continued
to wash my hair. She slid her tits about with increasing intensity,
and soon a hard nipple found its way between my teeth. I
nibbled and licked at it, eliciting a small moan from her.
Imagine my surprise, gentle reader, when a sweet, warm fluid
suddenly began to fill my mouth! She began to moan a bit louder
now, and the milk flowed ceaselessly from her as I swallowed as
quickly as I could. She pulled back from me a bit and I could see
now that both her nipples were dripping quite a lot. She grabbed
both of her tits with her soapy hands and began to massage them
gently at first, and then with creasing intensity. I could barely
contain myself as she brought one of her nipples to her own
mouth and began to suck fervently on it, seeming to lose herself
in the sensations this was causing. She brought her other breast
back to my mouth and leaned her weight against me, forcing the
other nipple between my lips. We both sucked on her creamy
tits. My mouth rapidly filled with sweet, hot milk. She was
shuddering perceptibly now, and she reached down between her
legs to undo a snap at her crotch. The room seemed to be filled
with her musk as we continued our sucking and rubbing. Her tits
were quite slippery, and I reached up to grab a handful of that
soft flesh.
She pulled away again and went back to the cabinet. I wanted to
get up and go after this Asian beauty, but she turned and glared
at me, and I knew I was to stay right where I was. She got out roll
of cloth tape and bound my wrists and ankles to the chair, and
placed a strip over my mouth as well. I had no idea what to
expect, and certainly wasn't going anywhere now.
Once she'd finished tying me down, she straddled my lap and
began grinding her crotch against my rock-hard groin, right
through my jeans. I could feel her heat through my pants, and
her wetness was permeating the denim. She grabbed both her
tits just behind the nipples and squeezed, producing a torrent of
milk that washed over my face and through my hair. She was
audibly moaning now, with her head tossed back and her ass-
length black hair bouncing about as she ground herself as hard
as she could against the bulge between my legs. This must have
gone on for ten minutes or so, until finally her breasts were
depleted. She leaned back, bracing herself with her hands
against my knees. The sight of this gorgeous tit-queen gyrating
her hips against me, the last few drops of milk covering her
nipples like dew, was almost too much for me, and I practically
lost my load right in my pants.
Suddenly, she changed positions, kneeling on the sink so that
her sopping pussy was directly over my face. She plunged three
fingers into that dark, juicy hole, and with her thumb began
rubbing her prominent clit. It wasn't long before she brought
herself to a thunderous orgasm. The juice from her pussy
dripped onto my forehead, mixing with the milk on my face and
hair. As she came, she practically collapsed, letting out a groan
and bringing her twitching lower lips down onto me. She bucked
her hips a little, and clenched her thighs about my ears. Her
smooth, nearly hairless cunt slid over my face a few times, and
then she let out a yelp. A quantity of juices washed over my face
and dripped into my ears.
She dismounted from my head and turned the water back on,
rinsing the fluids away. She then zipped and snapped herself up
and smiled broadly, her perfect white teeth a startling contrast to
her dusky skin. She retrieved a pair of scissors and freed my
arms and legs, but left the tape on my mouth. She took me by
the arm and I stood up, and she led me toward a swinging door
at the back of the room.
(more to follow)
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