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  Sarah shifted her weight in her awkward position, adjusting her back against the door and silently searching for a more comfortable spot to huddle, “I don’t understand,” she stumbled over her words.

  “What is it that you don’t understand? You said you had something to show me. Now fucking show me.” Rick’s anger had little to do with Sarah, and everything to do with the world. He was pissed at his caseload, pissed at her cocksucking scumbag of a boyfriend, pissed that he couldn’t fuck the holy shit out of her, and pissed that there was nothing but a few strips of lace between him and the best goddamned pussy he’d ever seen, eaten, or slathered with spunk.

  Sarah didn’t say a word. Instead, she maneuvered her bra clasp, freeing her tits from their restraints. Her small, pink nipples perked even more as the cool air inside the car slapped them from hard to harder.

  What in the fuck was she trying to do?

  The pounding in Rick’s head matched the throbbing in his cock, as he curled his fingers around the steering wheel and tried not to growl. But he was losing it, looking straight ahead and trying to will any assembly of semi-coherent words from his mouth, anything that might make her stop before something happened that he’d never be able to take back, something the cockshot brewing in his balls wanted badly to happen. Something he wasn’t man enough to stop.

  Some of the words were slowly forming in his brain, but before he got any of them out, he felt Sarah’s hand slithering back inside his pants. She pulled his dick from the pisshole, then moved her hand up and down, stroking every inch of his admirable length. He barely even noticed that she had drifted closer, and was now positioning her mouth to take in his tip. Only when the slippery wetness of her mouth-cunt was warming his cock did he fully register what was happening. Rick wished he could stop, but one look at her gorgeous pile of blond hair swaying over his cock made it impossible.

  Some things in life never changed – one of them was that Sarah Hudson still gave killer fucking head.

  Sarah’s head bobbed up and down on Rick’s rock hard cock. He suddenly yanked a handful of her hair, then pulled her head from his dick so that she was staring up and into his eyes. She whimpered.

  “What are you trying to get from me?” he curled his lip, voice laced with disgust.

  “Nothing but what we both want,” she said, smiling up at him with her eyes growing wider, just like she had so many years back in the same spot.

  Sarah had looked at him on three different occasions across the disaster of his desk, and he had managed not to feel anything but a human observation of her obvious killer body. But her smile made memories which smacked him in the face; reached in and flicked the switch of what little hope he still had burning.

  Rick smiled back, and something inside him surrendered. He positioned her head back over his dick and let her resume. She didn’t waste a second.

  It had been years since he’d had any good head, so Rick’s body reacted immediately to her expert tongue. He lifted his hips to her mouth, shoving the barrel of his meat gun down her throat as it emptied its chamber with one creamy shot after another.

  Sarah swallowed, then smiled and immediately started stroking his dick as he laid his head back on the headrest, breathing heavy and trying to regain his composure. Her hands worked magic like he didn’t think any woman could, making his dick hard again in minutes that felt like seconds.

  Rick picked Sarah up by her hair, and pulled her on top of him. She put an arm between her legs, then pulled the lever, sending the seat shooting backward beneath their weight. Rick grabbed a handful of perky tit and squeezed. Her eyes glazed and her chest swelled as she inhaled, her breathing moving from steady to swift. Her small legs tensed and she rubbed her clit through the sheer panty fabric soaking her stew.

  Working circles with her delicate fingers, Sarah rocked back and forth to the rhythm of her own hand. Rick popped her tits from her matching lace bra and started leaving trails of swollen red marks across her creamy skin, as his mouth moved from one to the other, harmonizing with her strokes.

  Sarah’s breath grew rapid as she shivered and moaned, her fuckhole spilling more juices on to her already sticky, wet panties. Rick curled his fingers under her panties, then pulled her toward him. The sound of ripping fabric sounded like gun shots in the small space as he tore the panties from her body.

  Sarah shivered again as her ass and steaming pussy met the cool night air. Rick grabbed his shaft with one hand and Sarah by the shoulders with the other, then shoved her down, hard, onto him. She gasped, then loudly thanked the Good Lord above for the blessings he had given Rick with his 12” dick. He smacked her on each ass cheek hard enough to leave hand prints, before grabbing two handfuls of blonde reign and making her ride his cock like a good little horsey.

  Sarah picked up her pace, squealing and squirming as she did. His dick was sliding up one inner wall, then down the other. Fuckin’ A, she may have been hooked up with a Kingpin, but he was getting what he paid for – Sarah Hudson could still fuck like she was bucking for five-grand a night.

  Rick quietly moaned as she swiveled her hips, then dropped them down, bucking against his body in crushing blows. Her legs shaking, she rose from her position, then turned her ass to face him, grabbing the steering wheel and lowering her dripping hole back onto his dick.

  The hot and wet of her freshly waxed pussy sent shivers of pleasure snaking through his body. Rockets exploded in Rick’s head and he lost all control – as if he had any before – pushing her from his body, then swinging the door open.

  Sarah fell against the steering wheel and the horn brayed into the night’s silence. Rick swooped from the car, then picked her up with ease, placing her feet on the ground in front of the car and placing a heavy hand on her back, sending her already unsteady body lurching against the hot hood of the car.

  Rick pushed his knee between her trembling legs, spread them, then took a cool moment to admire the way her white skin almost glowed against the black paint. He slid his fingers down her back to her ass, then followed the crack to her dripping, swollen red lips and shoved himself hard inside her.

  Sarah’s feet left the ground as she grasped for something to steady herself.

  Rick dipped his fingers once more into her soaking hole, sliding his fingers into her slippery juices as he squeezed the lips of her pussy together over her clit.

  Sarah’s clit popped out from between the slit and Rick grabbed hold with two fingers and pinched. Her back made a rainbow as he rolled her tender pink skin between his finger and thumb, turning her breathless before slamming his fingers back inside her, before quickly removing them and pulling her ass toward him and replacing his digits with his raging dick.

  Rick’s hands found her hips as he drove himself deeper inside the slosh of her slit. Her ass rose and fell with every thrust, screaming Rick’s name as her inner juices squirted from around his thick dick onto the ground, soaking his slacks with a scent he’d never escape.

  Sarah convulsed as the vibrations rocked her. Rick kept pounding as she writhed under the pressure to her inner thighs from his gyrating knees. He splayed his fingers into her ass so her knees were still pinned together on the bumper, then spread her ass cheeks further as he rammed his dick back into her pussy, slapping her on the ass hard enough to turn pink into purple.

  Sarah rocked her ass back and forth on his cock, trying to make words that were swallowed by moans. Pressure welled from someplace deep inside him, then Rick splattered his hot vanilla all up and inside her inner walls. Three thrusts later, his own knees were trembling from the unfamiliar exertion.

  Sarah lay splayed against the hood of the Accord, panting for a long moment before her shrill laughter filled the still night air.

  Rick heard the crunch of gravel under feet, then slow, mocking clapping coming behind him. He spun around, dick still hanging out to face Johnny, Sarah’s slimy drug dealer boyfriend.

  “Did you enjoy yourself baby?” he said.

  Sarah peeled
herself from the Accord, then bounced over to Johnny, leaping up to wrap her legs around his waist. She kissed him long and hard before turning to face Rick with a sly grin. “He was better than I remembered,” she said.

  Rick felt the color draining from his face. He slowly moved his hand toward his dick, easing it back in his pants before zipping them.

  “No need to be shy now, Rick,” Johnny smiled. ”Besides, you don’t quit coming after me and Sarah, the boys at I.A. will be seeing you in all your glory.”

  “Wh..What?” Rick stammered, trying to stitch his thoughts with his words.

  It was then Rick saw the red light from the camcorder in Johnny’s hands, still flashing.

  XXX

  Salon Slut Swallows

  Shannon stole a glance in the mirror so she could see her last-minute walk-in stare at her ass. He was pretending not to look, but doing a shit job of hiding it. He wanted to shove his face in her ass and she could tell by the curl on his lip. The realization sent a sudden shock to her shag box, giving her hope that taking one final client might lead to something more satisfying than the thirty-five bucks she'd get for the trim.

  His name was Eric, and he was brand new to The Grateful Head, the chi-chi salon where Shannon had worked for the last six years. He had just moved to town and didn’t have a place to live, and judging by the wild thatch on his head, he desperately needed one. Eric wasn't especially handsome, but he wasn’t in any way homely. He had a lot of hair, and the sort Shannon found easy to shape. By the time she was finished with him, his features would be well framed, and his new haircut would soften his rugged features.

  At least if the client let Shannon do what she wanted; not every client did. She readied her clippers, then leaned close to him. “What can I do for you? Just a trim, or we giving you the full Grateful Head makeover today?” She smiled.

  He said, “Whatever you think is best. It’s hair. I’m not picky and it grows back fast.”

  Shannon liked him already. “Okay, honey.” She bent to study his hair, glancing again in the mirror, admiring how her slacks hugged the curves of her ass and enjoying the stares from Eric.

  It was more than idle looking; his stare seemed almost wolfish. Shannon wondered if he was hard, and because she hadn't had a good fuck in forever, maybe as long as a month, she also wondered how thick his cock might be and how long it would take her to sit and wiggle it into a load.

  Shannon pulled the first clump of hair between her fingers and started cutting, doing everything she could to empty her mind of its movie, with Eric’s face shoved between her ass cheeks, licking her dirt hole like the pop in a lolly.

  Her pussy was starting to ache, and Shannon wanted to play, so she dropped her comb. She bent to retrieve it, achingly slow, her eyes on the mirror to make sure Eric was still staring. His eyes were wide, and he was having trouble keeping his mouth closed. Though Shannon couldn't see the bulge in his pants, she could tell Eric’s cock was throbbing by the burn in his eyes.

  The salon was filled with the sounds of their breathing. Perhaps because he could no longer stand the temptation, Eric smiled at Shannon in the mirror, then closed his eyes, and leaned his head in the chair.

  Shannon quietly cut Eric’s hair, barely brushing her tits across his shoulders and neck, just enough to play it as an accident, a hazard of the job, but her flooded cunt wanted him to know it was more.

  Shannon was quickly going from hungry to starving. She wanted cock and her body was moving to prove it. Her nipples were rock hard and straining against her blouse. Her tits weren’t too large or small, and they fit her frame perfectly. They were firm enough that she didn’t need a bra. She loved how men always stared as she passed, gawking at the light bounce of her sugar tits. She loved how her shirts rubbed against her sensitive nipples, giving her constant stimulation even when she didn’t have a man to rub them for her.

  Eric’s hand slipped beneath his smock. Shannon couldn’t be absolutely sure that he was rubbing his cock, but she imagined he was as she fingered a hard nipple through the thin fabric of her blouse. It was time to set the bait and see if Eric would bite.

  Hopefully he would. She liked the feel of teeth.

  Eric’s eyes were still closed as Shannon set the scissors on the counter andslowly unbuttoned her blouse. Sheran her fingers along the length of her smooth skin. Her pussy was pulsing as she spilled her tits into the open air, then cupped one in each hand, squeezing and rolling her hard nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.

  Shannon imagined Eric’s lips, sucking and nibbling on her pink eraser nipples. She mouthed a moan, but stayed silent. Even with his eyes still closed, Eric could see what was happening. He unbuttoned his pants and wrapped his cock in his hand, Shannon could see him stroking it under the smock. She slowly rubbed her tits up and down his neck, hands playing in his half-cut hair as she pulled his head back against her.

  Eric opened his eyes and stared at her milky white tits, crowned with hard pink nipples, running across this flesh. “You like?” Shannon whispered.

  “Yesss,” he breathed.

  Eric rubbed his cock faster under the smock. Shannon moaned softly, imagining his dick stuffed inside her dripping pussy. She unclasped his smock, dropped it to the floor, then spun the salon chair so Eric faced her. She closed her eyes, ran her hands over her arms, and slowly started to gyrate. Shannon unzipped her slacks as Eric fumbled with the buckle on his jeans.

  “Don’t,” she said.

  Eric stopped.

  Shannon sucked on her finger, then went on with her show, her hips dipping as she continued teasing the evening’s only client.

  Eric watched her unzip her slacks, and then, as she turned in a slow circle, she opened her pants wide enough to reveal the front of her pink lace panties. He groaned as she slid her hand between her smooth skin and pink elastic.

  Shannon slid her hand deeper, absorbing the heat from Eric’s stare, then shimmied from her slacks and kicked them into a puddle on the floor, not caring where they went, so long as they were off.

  Shannon stood wearing nothing but her pink panties. She danced slowly, bending to run her hands along the outside of her thighs, then back up, across her tits, past her stomach and into her panties again, caressing her cunt like a lover – gentle but determined.

  “Do you want to fuck me?”

  “Very much,” Eric nodded.

  “Do you want to ram your hard dick deep into my pussy, until I beg you to stop?”

  “Yes,” he stammered. “Fuck, yes!”

  Shannon rolled her nipples, pulling them hard and stretching her tits. She purred, “Do you want to rip my nipples with your teeth?”

  “Oh yeah...”

  Shannon would have to act fast. Eric was stroking himself harder. She sauntered up to Eric and leaned in as if to give him a kiss, but left his mouth watering for her lips. Just as his hungry mouth met hers, Shannon brushed her cheek against his instead, then whispered, “Soon, baby, soon.”

  Her warm breath on his ear must’ve been too much. Eric grabbed her soft, round tits and roughly thumbed her sensitive nipples. She moaned into his ear, then pulled his lobe into her mouth. Shannon tongued his ear, while working his jeans loose and sliding her hand around his throbbing shaft, running her fingers down to the hilt as her eyes widened at his massive size.

  She slid down his body and grabbing his jeans. Her hands yanked them to the floor to free his cock. She moaned, feeling his hard cock crackle with electricity, just seconds from creaming her hands. She stared in awe and anticipation – Eric’s length was only a bit longer than average, but his girth might split her in two.

  Shannon stroked his dick, slow enough to keep him from cumming, as she rubbed his head all over her face. She rimmed his tip with her tongue, slowly, lapping around in lazy circles. Eric gripped the arms of the chair, digging into the plastic as she sank her mouth onto his dick, barely fitting his head past her lips.

  Eric groaned as Shannon slowly bobbed up and down, suck
ing and slurping and stroking his shaft, savoring every inch she could fit into her mouth. He tangled his fingers in her hair, and pushed his dick deeper into her mouth. She took it to the throat, curling her talented tongue around his thick shaft as his balls tightened.

  Shannon was thirsty for his thick, hot milk. He started writhing in the chair. “Oh God,” he moaned. “Suck my cock, you fucking bitch!”

  Shannon moaned, following his command like a good little bitch, slurping like she could suck his thick cream straight from his swollen balls. Her head bobbed faster and faster as she continued working his shaft, the sloppy sound of her sucking growing louder and sloppier with every slide of her mouth.

  Shannon pulled herself from Eric’s dick, which fell from her mouth cunt with a plop. She peeled her panties past her ankles, shoved two fingers deep inside her pussy, and then returned to swallow Eric’s cock again. Shannon felt his spigot start to spasm and knew he was seconds away from shooting his spunk.

  What the fuck was she thinking? Shannon had no idea why she’d gone back to blow him when she wanted him pounding her pussy. She tried to pull off again, there was still time to get his hot cream into her hungry cunt, but he twisted his fingers deeper in her hair and started fucking her mouth like he had paid for it.

  Shannon took it like a good fucking bitch.

  Her soft fingers squeezed harder on his cock as she licked and sucked and moved him closer to explosion. “Yes! Take my cum, you fucking whore!” Eric groaned, still holding her head with both hands, pumping his hips in her face, and fucking her mouth like he owed a vendetta.

  Shannon loved how Eric was talking to her, and the way he was using her mouth like the top half of a fuckdoll. He was right, there in the salon, right at that moment, that’s exactly what she was: a fucking whore.

  Eric arched his back and shoved his cock as far into her mouth as he could, then growled like a dog as he held her mouth on his massive dick.