1. Amy Goes From Hair Stylist to House Slave


    Date: 9/9/2016, Categories: BDSM, Hardcore, Voyeur, Author: THIRDCOAST, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    in his lap, while I finished cutting his hair. My sex was humming and my nipples were tingling. At some point while leaning in, I accidently bumped into elbow with my vulva. I could have cum from this little contact. It’s all I can do to finish with his hair. This man had me so excited. I’m not sure if it was the embarrassment or some other magic powers he possessed. A moan must have escaped my lips as he made a comment. “Are you alright? You seem on edge.” he said. “I feel like a school girl. I’m sorry. I won’t make you pay for this cut.” I say, trying to hide my embarrassment. He looks again into my eyes, “I tell you what, I pay for the haircut if you go for drinks with me.” I’m visibly shaken. “Sure, I get off in an two hours.” “Then I will have my driver pick you up at your place at say 6:00?” he says as he rises from my chair. He hands me a crisp $100 and tells me to keep the change. I write my address on the back of my card and hand it to him. “Please, I can’t accept this, its too much.” He smiles as his eyes light up, “don’t worry, I look at it as an investment. I’ll see you soon, dress sexy for me tonight.” With that he turns and leaves getting into the Mercedes that has been patiently waiting for him. My heartbeat is racing, thinking of all that I have to do before 6:00. The rest of my shift was slow. As soon as I got home, I stripped and hopped into the shower. My thoughts were on Mr. Kesler, as I ran my hands over my soapy body, cupping my breasts, tickling my ...
    stiff nipples. I insert a finger into each ring and slowly twist them bringing a slow ache that sends a surge of electricity to my pussy. A low groan escapes and I send a hand down my stomach to my lips. A finger splits my slit, dipping into my wetness. I quickly let myself moaning Mr. Kesler’s name. After toweling off, I look through my closet for something to wear. I don’t have many options so I end up picking my only real sexy dress. A basic black strapless number that comes to about mid thigh. I pick out a nice garter and panty combination and a pair my black stilettos. When I finished, I look at myself in the mirror. “Oh Amy, I would fuck you.” As I strap my heels on, I hear the doorbell. There is a nicely dressed man waiting and he e****ts me to Mr. Kesler’s Mercedes. I slip in trying not to show too much leg. The thought of being exposed does excite me. I’ve always been a bit of an exhibitionist. “Good evening Amy. My don’t you look lovely.” I attempt to pull on the hem of my dress as my face is flushed. “Thank you Mr. Kesler.” The flushing of my face is not the only reaction my body makes. My nipples are beaded and straining against the fabric of my dress. I also feel the slickness on my pussy. This man has some secret connection to my body. I’m afraid my panties will not hold all of my moisture. He must be hearing what I’m thinking because he whispers in my ear, “slip your panties off and give them to me.” I look into the beautiful hazel eyes, then towards the driver in ...
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