1. The Hairdresser


    Date: 2/15/2016, Categories: Hardcore, Author: CharlieFarnsbarns1, Rating: 80, Source: xHamster

    chat up a group of girls when he felt someone sit down next to him. He turned to see Paula sitting cross legged on the stool across from him, his eyes drifted first to her breasts, another button had been undone and he could see the join in between the cups of her bra. His eyes then drifted to her tight trousers that hugged her legs all the way to her ass cheek. He then met her gaze. She looked at him with an eye brow raised. She looked very sexy. “Wanna drink?” He asked matter of factly. She nodded. “Vodka and Cranberry? He offered. “No,” she said, “Get me a shot, something fun but strong”. He was surprised at her blunt directness, but he liked it. He walked to the bar and ordered four slippery nipples. He placed the drinks on the table and sat down opposite her. She raised one shot then tipped it slowly down her neck, she then raised the second and did exactly the same. She placed the last glass down and then just stared at him. He followed her lead and did the same with his two drinks. “You’re friends not…” he started. “Shut up,” she said but not aggressively, “How about you walk me across that road and into that salon, march me up those stairs and fuck my slutty little brains out?” she said as if she was ordering a sandwich. He hoped the surprise wasn’t showing on his face, “after you,” he said trying to sound confident. She stood, turned and walked towards the exit, he followed focusing on her ass as she walked. He felt his cock stiffen, he couldn’t help but grin like a ...
    school boy as he followed her. They left the club and walked across the street, him following behind all the time. She took out her keys, opened the door, punched a 4 digit code into the alarm system and then hung her keys on the wall. She walked over to him, took his hand and started to lead him up the stairs to the room she had cut his hair in earlier. His eyes were now inches from her bum, she walked slowly her ass tensing and relaxing with each step. His cock hardened and he felt it strain against his left trouser leg. She opened the door and turned on the light. “Stand there,” she told him pointing to where he currently was. She walked over to the barbers chair and wheeled it over to the centre of the room. “Come here,” she commanded. “Now take your fucking clothes off.” He removed his shoes whilst staring her in the face and kicked them over to the side. He pulled his socks off and threw them over to the shoes. Paula walked over to the table and perched against it just watching him. He undid his shirt slowly, removed it and dropped it on the floor. All those months in the gym: the relentless squat thrusts, lunges, dead lifts, not to mention all the upper body work he had put in had left him confident. He had also had followed a strict core workout and now sported a six pack for the first time since his late teens. He thought she seemed to look impressed. He undid his belt, the slowly unbuttoned and then unzipped his fly. He let his trousers fall to the floor. He stood ...
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