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Head of the Class
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Head Of The Class
by Jon
I don't know why people assume that every guy who wants to
make a career out of hairstyling is gay. Believe me, I'm not. I
like to be around women, not because I like men but the guys I
know tend to be hypocrites, braggarts, macho liars and assholes.
Woman, I found, at least when they aren't being competitive and
catty, are warm, honest and friendly. I spent a year after I got
out of high school farting around until I enrolled in the Academy
of Styling. I was the only guy in the freshman class; there were
only three guys in a school with fifty female students, ten
female instructors, a female owner and God knows how many women
customers. Pure paradise.
I got hit on during my first day as we learned some basic
info about human skin. Hey, I flunked biology in high school,
but I could relate to this. Especially when Tammy, the foxy
instructor, came over and held my face while she explained why
men had beards and women didn't. Her fingers on my face soon
made me get a boner and she noticed, though no one else could see
the swell in my pants. Her fingers gently stroked and poked and
caressed and I caught a whiff of hot cunt. Tammy was horny,
too! She was a year older than me but her mother owned the
Academy and she grew up learning all this stuff. She had breezed
through schools and tests and she was well-qualified to teach.
But the smell of her cunt and the look on her face told me she
was considering something besides a student-teacher relationship.
When class was over, I lingered behind and asked to speak
with her. We chatted for a bit then I told her that her fingers
had felt great.
"Why, thank you. I give great facials, if I do say so
myself."
"I hope I can find out for myself," I told her.
"No time like the present."
Fifteen minutes later I was lying down, some jazz was
playing on the radio and Tammy was applying a facial pack,
explaining how men can benefit from such facials because of the
rough treatment we give our faces, scraping them with sharp
razors and all. Mostly, though, I concentrated on the feel of
her fingers on my face, her sweet-smelling breath, the tone of
her voice. Her words were from textbooks but her voice sounded a
bit tense, as though she was distracted. And I knew what was
causing that.
I was wearing loose slacks and my hard-on was tenting them.
I knew that Tammy kept looking at it. I could hear it in her
voice and I felt tremors in her fingers. I could also smell
her cunt again. When she began using an electrically heated
vibrator on my face, I decided to make my play.
"Hmm," I moaned. "I didn't know facials could be so , uh,
exciting, if you know what I mean."
"You're certainly excited," she said, obviously referring to
my aroused condition.
"Embarrassed? Sorry, some things in nature I just can't
control."
"No, not embarrassed. Curious."
"Curious about what?"
"About, oh, how it feels. How it looks."
"Be my guest," I said. Tammy put the vibrator down and
wrapped a hot towel around my face. Soon, I felt her hand
exploring the bulge in my pants. Those same fingers that had
worked on my face were now working on my confined hard-on. I
felt her tug the zipper down and she reached inside and pulled
out the seven-inch pocket rocket I carry.
"Oh, this is a real beauty, Jon. But you know this sort of
thing's against the rules."
I pulled the towel off my face so I could see. Tammy was
sitting on the edge of the upholstered lounge. Her dark hair
half-covered her face as she leaned over my cock. She held it
between both hands. "I won't tell if you don't." She looked at
me, her big brown eyes full of want. She smiled, pursed her
lips, then kissed the head of my cock. "Let's do this right,
okay?" I said and we stripped. Lord, Tammy has one hell of a
gorgeous body. She was tanned except the thin strips where he
bikini line was. Her tits were firm and full, didn't age a bit,
with dark pink nips. Trim-waisted and her bush was trimmed for
bikini wear. I could see her cunt lips and they were already
slick with excitement.
I wanted to give her some head, but she reminded me that she
was in charge and I had to do what she told me to. So I laid
back on the lounge and Tammy started giving my cock a treatment,
not just with her hands and mouth but also with her hair, which
she used to tickle my balls, but the wild part was when she used
that heated vibrator on me. She worked my balls with it, ran it
up and down my cock while she watched my face. Then she moved
the vibrator to my butt and pressed it there. Wrapping her hair
around my tool, she started giving me a handjob.
"I love to watch a man's face when he cums," she said
quietly in a low, sexy voice.
"Well, get ready to watch," I said through clenched teeth as
I felt my balls churning. Tammy stared intently and her fist was
a blur as it worked up and down on my cock. My ass lifted from
the lounge as I launched that load. Tammy looked and sounded as
though she was coming herself; her face was red, her breathing
was fast and raspy. "Oh, y-e-s-s," she hissed. She aimed my
cock so that my cum went all over her hair. By the time she'd
pumped me dry, she managed to get her brown tresses pretty much
soaked with my cum.
"My favorite creme rinse," Tammy said as she briskly rubbed
my white semen into her follicles. "Ready for the second phase
of your facial?" I nodded and Tammy moved upward, her knees on
either side of my head. That hot cunt hovered just above my
head. But not for long. I reached up and pulled her down,
burying my tongue in her steaming box. She tasted fantastic and
I swallowed the trickle of juice that flowed onto my tongue.
I suddenly had a kinky idea. My hand blindly sought and
found the hot vibrator. I switched it on and laid it down. I
managed to ease Tammy up a bit so I could lather her tight pucker
with my tongue. Tammy went wild, her fingers gripping my hair
and little cries and moans coming from her mouth. Soon, her
sphincter relaxed and my tongue squirmed up that musky tunnel.
Again, Tammy lurched and ground her cunt against my face. My
nose was in her wet cunt and I had to push her up so I could
breath.
I took the opportunity to stick my finger where my tongue
had been. She liked that action, let me tell you, especially as
my tongue worked on her pussy and her clit. When I figured the
time was right, I pulled my finger out of her ass, gabbed the
vibrator, and pressed the warm, round head of it against her
sphincter. Tammy gasped and for a second every muscle in her
body tensed up. Seconds later, her sphincter relaxed and that
vibrating, heated, metallic head popped into her depths.
She went crazy then. With my tongue trilling her twat and
with that buzzing machine up her backside, what else was she
going to do? She was making plenty of nose and I remember
thinking that I hoped no one was in this part of the building.
Lucky for me both of us managed to keep her from crushing my
face. She almost drowned me with the deluge of fluid pouring
from her cunt.
I had a raging hard-on again and I fucked her with the
vibrator still lodged in her ass. It was a wild sensation as I
felt the buzzing heat of the knob through the wall of her cunt.
I squirted my load high in her cunt and figured that I'd made
sure we got along fine as teacher and pupil.
The academy is set up so that people can have their hair
done, get a manicure or whatever at a fraction of the normal
cost. The catch is, the work is done by students. Sort of like
student driving. But the instructors are always present so no
one makes any big foulups. Once, though, I did cut one woman's
hair shorter than she'd wanted, so I agreed to make up for the
gaff by giving her a pedicure, a manicure, and waxing.
She could only arrange for an evening treatment and we wound
up being alone in the room. Carolyn is an attractive, tall,
slender woman with black hair that is streaked with premature
grey hair. I first gave her a manicure, and during our chat she
told me she was divorced, had three girls, and had a successful
career. I asked if she had a man in her life. She said, "No one
special." Then she said she had Ralph, her faithful dildo. I
guess she was being candid with me because she thought I was gay.
"But surely 'Ralph' can't do everything a man can," I said.
"He makes me come, he can stay hard all night, doesn't blab
to his friends, doesn't have AIDS or herpes...I have no
complaints. Except...."
"Yes?"
"Ralph doesn't cum. I like the feel of an orgasming prick
and thick cum on my tits....
"Oh, I'm getting carried away here. Excuse me," she said.
By then I was ready to give her the pedicure, even though she
didn't really need it. But I give great foot massages, and since
I have a thing for feet and legs, working on Carolyn was a turn-
on. Especially when I looked up her dress and could see the
crotch of her panties.
"Is that for me?" Carolyn asked, running her foot up and
down the bulge under my fly. I closed my eyes and shivered as
her toes stimulated my confined prick. I smiled, opened my eyes
and saw that Carolyn was unbuttoning her blouse. "Wax my pussy,
Jon."
Carolyn laid down on the lounge and I began by trimming the
thatch of black curls above her slit. Her scent was heady and
extremely arousing. But I wasn't about to risk trouble by
pushing, so I kept my clothes on and only did what she asked.
Carolyn played with her boobs and brown nipples while I clipped
away, then applied hair wax to her bikini line.
"Take off your clothes, Jon. I want to see how you compare
to Ralph." She watched me intently as I stripped, pinching her
nipples the entire time. When my clothes were off, she grabbed
my joint and pulled me close. "Hmm, it's certainly hotter than
Ralph." She stroked me a few times. "I like the way it feels,
so hard yet a silky texture. Let's try taste."
Carolyn looked at me as her pink tongue licked my cockhead
then she held my cock up and buried her nose in my scrotum. Her
tongue licked behind my balls then she gave my nuts a bath,
sucking them into her mouth. "Hmm, you taste good," she said
between sucks. "I just love the taste and smell of a man's
balls." Then she licked my shaft and pumped at my cock until a
drop of clear pre-cum oozed from the tip. Her tongue captured
the bead and a strand of sticky stuff connected slit to tong-tip
as she pulled away.
"Isn't it time to remove the wax, Jon?" She'd been waxed
before, so she knew what to expect. "Use your tongue to make the
sting go away." I got my mouth on that reddened quim and went to
work. Carolyn has a big clit and I gave it lots of loving
attention. At times I'd twiddle her button while I licked her
slit and gave her asshole a few laps; then I'd switch and suck
her clit while my fingers fucked her cunt. She had her legs
wrapped around me and kept me there until I'd gotten her off.
"Want to fuck me, Jon? Think you can do me better than
Ralph?" I slid up, kissing her belly and sucking her tits along
the way. My cock knocked at the fleshy entrance to her heated
hole.
"Come and get it, Carolyn," I said. She smiled and thrust
her hips upward to capture my cock. Her cunt seemed to grab
hold and suck my piece into her. She obviously practised a lot
with Ralph or someone because her pussy muscles were in great
shape. Tight and constantly massaging my meat. Then I did
something else Ralph was incapable of. I started talking dirty.
"Like my cock in your cunt, Carolyn? Ooh, you're so hot 'n'
tight. I like fucking you, Carolyn. Do you like me fucking you?
"Oh, yes, Jon, I love you fucking me with that hard dick.
Oh, yeah, fuck me, fuck my hot pussy!" I managed to jam a finger
into her ass and she really went into overdrive. "Fuck, yeah!
Fuck me. I'm gonna cum! Yeah! Ooh, fuck. N-n-n-now! Fucking
cumming!"
Carolyn's cunt put a vise-like squeeze on my cock, tighter
than any pussy I have ever had. Her entire body spasmed and spit
even dribbled from the corner of her mouth. I'd never seen
anyone come so hard that they drooled like that. Her tight cunt
squeezed so hard, I felt my cum getting sucked right out of me,
but I had one more kink to do. I pulled out and grabbed her feet
and managed to hold them together with one hand while I jerked
off. In seconds I was spewing my heavy cream and aiming it so
that I soaked her toes with my oil. Carolyn broke out laughing
and wiggled her toes gleefully.
Carolyn licked the last few drops from my cock and I slipped
her shoes onto her cum-covered feet. I again licked her pussy to
drink more of her delicious juices and before she left she handed
me a nice tip. I politely refused, but she insisted. To tell
the truth, I guess that's when I first got the idea for the
business I want to start. I want a place where a woman can come
in to get her hair done, a facial, eyebrow or bikini waxing. I'd
also like to offer a steam room, exercise facilities, tanning
beds and a masseuse. A woman can come in and be pampered for a
whole day. I may even arrange a special deal where a man can buy
a day for his wife, complete with limo service, champagne, all
the elegance of the rich and famous. I'll call it Jon's Body
Shop.
But I'm getting ahead of myself here. Word of my skill with
hair plus my extra treatments spread throughout the community.
Women called the Academy and made appointments for waxings,
shampoos with creme rinse, always insisting that I serve them.
One night I was giving a waxing to Mrs. Farley, a rich, heavy
widow of 55 who loved being fucked in the ass while she was on
all fours, her big tits hanging down, while I kept calling her
all sorts of filthy names.
When she left, I had a nice $100 bill in my pocket as I
cleaned the shop when suddenly, out of a closet stepped Lucy,
Tammy's mother and the owner of the friggin' Academy. And the
look in her eyes told me I was in deep shit.
"I'd wondered why so many women were asking for you. And I
heard rumors. Now I know. What do you think this is? A whore
house for gigolos?" She yelled and ranted, but she really didn't
have much to complain about. She knew I never asked for money
for the extra treatments and what it finally boiled down to was
that she wanted some of what I was giving the customers.
She was the boss and in a few minutes my tongue was giving
her snatch a thorough going over. She loved it, naturally. She
held my head firmly between her thighs and I think I made her cum
about three times before she released me and kissed my glazed
face. "You're as good as Tammy said you were!" So, Tammy had
told her mother about me, huh? Then Lucy told me to fuck her
tits, but she had me do it so she could tongue my asshole while I
did it and when I came she wanted me to soak her boobs.
Well, as it stands now, I'm very popular among my customers,
both with my abilities as a stylist and my other services. I'm
also keeping Tammy and Lucy happy. I'm banking my tips and Lucy
wants to be a partner in my business venture. She suggests a
name change: Jon's Headhunters & Lucy's Body Shop.
What do you think?
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