The Hairdresser

My name is Nisha and I am from Sri Lanka, a beautiful country with even more beautiful beaches and sexy women. I am 18 and most people describe me as a tom boy. This is mainly because my hair is cut short and I don't have big breasts compared to my mom. She has a gorgeous pair of 34d's that are all natural. Though I have 28b's, I have a fantastic figure with wide hips, narrow waist and a tummy most women would kill for. This is because I love sports and work out at least 3 hours a week. My legs are long and nicely muscled and well suited to my 5 foot 9 inch frame. I do get hit on by lesbians more than guys and that sometimes bothers me. My mom Anusha is 39 and most of my physical traits are from her, except the short hair and small boobs. She is a widow, since dad died when I was 14. She never remarried and I never really caught her even looking at a man after dad's death.

I have an easy going and fun personality. I love to read mostly romantic novels and the odd erotic story. Ok, let me be frank. More than the odd erotic story and I love browsing for sexy stories online. I dare say that some of the stories I read could make some ladies shudder. I also do watch porn as I have a number of good friends who are guys and I am not ashamed to borrow some of their DVD's. I take care not to let my mom see me watch porn and I keep them well hidden on my PC. I live in Colombo, the business capital of Sri Lanka. My story starts when I took my mom's advice and set up an appointment at the place where she gets her hair cut. I used to stick to the cheaper salons since I don't believe in spending a fortune on my hair. So I took this up partly to keep my mom happy and to sample the taste of fashion that most women spend their lifesavings on.

The salon was an old house that had been refurbished. It didn't look impressive from the outside. I walked into the salon and was instantly impressed about is decor. According to my mom, it was owned by one of her old friends. I was greeted by a lady who seemed like she was at the latter stages of her 30's. As she escorted me to a private room I stared at the gentle sway of her wide hips. She told me that my mom had booked me for a massage as well. Instead of getting upset over this little addition to my programme, I decided to enjoy it for once. The room I was in was separated from the rest of the customers by a small cubicle so that I had privacy. It had a door that had no glass so that the privacy was complete. I presumed that it was because of the massage facilities. I settled into my seat awaiting the lady who was going to change my look forever. If I had known in advance what would happen next, I would have rushed out of the salon in a second.

The door opened to let an extremely pretty girl into the room. Her face seemed vaguely familiar and I realized that she closely resembled the lady at the counter. I assumed that she was related to the owner. She smiled at me and for no reason at all, I was suddenly self conscious. I usually feel so comfortable with my looks and I was surprised at my reaction. The girl looked like she was in her 20's and had dark hair. Her hair was straight and elegantly highlighted with streaks of dark red. Her skin was slightly dark giving her an exotic and mysterious look. She had shoulder length hair and when she turned to close the door, I realized that she had a substantial bust for her slim figure, which accentuated it further. Her tummy had a slight curve that I find to be sexy on a woman opposed to me near flat tummy. The fact that a woman has a certain amount of fat on her belly makes her more feminine and sexy. I remembered my mom's tummy at the sight of her. This lady had slimmer hips and wore a tight pair of pants that stretched across her cute little butt. She suddenly turned and I had no chance but to smile sheepishly noting a slight smile of what I detected to be a mix of amusement and embarrassment on her face. I quickly turned towards the mirror trying my best to count the lines on my palm.

"Hi," she said in a sweet melodious voice that I instantly liked.

"You must be Nisha, the daughter of my best customer," she smiled at me in the mirror.

"I am Sharon and I am all yours for this afternoon," she said. The statement would have made me blush, but she said it in a manner that was sweet and innocent.

I quickly smiled and looked down again to cover my embarrassment.

"Hey, it’s ok. It’s not unusual for a woman to check another woman out," she said, breaking the ice instantly. I liked her more. I looked up again and met her eyes and was surprised to see a certain amount of tenderness. Her hand started to stroke my hair, running her fingers through it, feeling its texture. This simple gesture sent shivers down my spine as I have never been touched liked that before. Sharon turned a fairly simple action into a comforting and tender experience. This is the first time I let a woman touch me this way. This is mainly because I am generally not a physical person and I don't relish physical contact as much as many women do. I am more comfortable shaking hands with women than hugging them which attracted a lot of teasing from my close friends. I tended to wear a bra under my nightdress when I had to share a room with another girl. So for me, letting Sharon touch my hair in this manner was a major leap forward in physical relations.

"Your hair is different from your mom's," she said looking at me smiling.

"Yeah, mom said that you are good with your hands. I mean with your scissors, or whatever," I said kicking myself.

She seemed unperturbed. "Oh, did she really say that?"

I nodded like a dumb fool.

"That’s nice of her. She is a gorgeous lady and I love cutting her hair," she said.

"She is one of those ladies that makes me wish I was a guy. And I didn't know she had a gorgeous daughter as well." she smiled.

"Oh, thank you," I murmured.

"So what do you want me to do for you?" she asked, her eyes sparkling.

"Well, its overgrown and I want you to put some femininity into it," I said.

"Mmmm, that won't be difficult," she said.

"Let’s wash your hair first," she said.

She turned the chair and tilted it so that my head was resting on the edge of the sink. She wore a tight fitting black t-shirt with a deep v neck. I realized that the way she was bending over me was giving me more than a glimpse of her cleavage and the black lacy bra she wore. She bent over me and washed and dried my hair. I had no choice but to gaze wonderingly at the lovely breasts shaking to an erotic rhythm of their own. They were at times dangerously close to my face. Her body radiated with a heat that I found to be alluring to the extreme. I tried to brush away this feeling, but miserably failed. Basically, I was beginning to enjoy this encounter a whole lot more than a simple hair dressing appointment.

I had no way of judging whether she did this on purpose. Sharon finished wiping my hair and turned me back to face the mirror. It was quite cold in the room and my nipples were hard against my flimsy bra and I could see them pressing against my thin strap t-shirt. My eyes moved from my nipples to her face and I realized that she had been staring at them too. Her gaze met mine, not acknowledging the fact that she had stared at my nipples and showing no reaction at being caught.

"Do you mind if I slip your straps down?" she asked. I assumed it was my t-shirt and I nodded.

To my amazement, she slipped my t-shirt and the invisible bra strap down and had a cloth wrapped around my neck to keep away the hair off my skin. I shuddered as I felt her gentle hands turn the simple act of tying that cloth around my neck into an intimate gesture. I was struggling to drag my mind to the task at hand.
 She started to cut my hair, ending a stream of thoughts that were buzzing in my head. I don't know if it was by accident or design, but she kept rubbing her breasts against my shoulder and neck as she cut my hair. Sometimes, she would cut some strands on the opposite side of my head by pressing me against her soft cleavage. I decided that it was OK to do that since it was a girl and it felt so soft and comfortable.

Finally, she finished and started to give me another wash. By then, I was looking forward to getting another glimpse of her breasts and the thought annoyed me a little. I didn't truly understand the feeling I was experiencing and it was one of those moments where I felt as if I was at the edge of a deep pit thinking whether to take a leap. This happened to me a number of times. First, when I discovered a sex story on the Internet. Next was when I discovered masturbation. Third was when I discovered that rubbing my panty covered pussy on the tummy of my 3 foot toy teddy bear was more pleasurable than my hand. The fourth moment was when I discovered that my mom had been using the same teddy bear. Though at first, I didn't want to use it any more, the thought of her deriving pleasure out of my toy made me hornier and I flew off the edge in that occasion too. Yes, I know it sounds weird but she did use it for the same purpose. In my experience, everyone has secrets like this that they would rather forget. These are moments of insanity driven by an extreme need to satisfy ones needs. Different people express this need in different ways, some eat their way to death, some turn into serial killers, some turn into sex maniacs and I settled for my teddy bear!

I was relishing the thought of looking down a gorgeous woman's cleavage for the second time that day and I jumped off the edge. This time, she positioned herself over me so that she was half lying on my body as she washed me. This was sending my heart on a rampage inside my chest. I had goose bumps all over my body at the sensation of her breasts rubbing against mine. The straps of my t-shirt remained off and I could feel the outlines of her bra rough on my skin. If ever there was an example for the phrase - time stood still, this was it. Her face was inches off mine and her breasts were soft against my body. I had this urge so taste those dark lips and I felt as if I was at the edge of the precipice again. Then suddenly, I felt her move away and the opportunity was gone. I cursed myself for thinking like this and when I moved my legs, I realized to my horror that I was slightly wet under the skirt I was wearing. I moved self consciously just to be certain and there could be no mistaking the sliminess I felt there. I was going red.

"Is something wrong?" asked Sharon.

"No."

"Did I make you feel uncomfortable?" she asked, concerned.

"No. Not at all. It was really good."

What was I saying? I felt foolish. She smiled at me. Why was I feeling like this? I was at a loss to explain. My heart hadn't stopped its insane beating although it was a little less loud. But I am sure she must have heard it.

"Are you ready for the massage?" she asked, dimming the lights and lighting a candle.

I nodded dumbly. She lifted my t-shirt and took it off as if it was the simplest thing in the world. Her hands brushed against my skin leaving trails of pleasure across my tender skin. She let me sit as I were and started to massage my neck using a little bit of oil that she heated up by rubbing her palms together. Her gentle eyes never left mine, making me feel so safe and comfortable. Her eyes had a hypnotic effect on mine.

I relaxed, leaning against her. My cheek rested against her bra and something on the bra irritated my skin digging into it. I started to fidget and she asked me why. I was embarrassed to tell her but eventually, I mentioned that something on her bra was making me uncomfortable. What she did next was the craziest thing I have ever seen. She just reached into her t-shirt and unhooked the bra and took it off without ever removing her t-shirt.

"There you go. Now you can relax," she said smiling at my open mouth. She waited until my jaw muscles went into action again to rectify the situation. It was a while before I regained my composure. My panties were getting wetter now. Finally, my head sank into her cleavage and I was enveloped by the softest pillow I have ever rested my head on.

I could see her nipples hard under her t-shirt in the mirror. I kept staring at them and I felt her eyes on me. I didn't care. I was already flying off the edge of the precipice again abandoning my morals for something that seemed daring. For the first time in my life, I wanted to make love to this gorgeous woman.

I felt something snapping inside me. It could have been the environment in that room and the beauty and sensuality of the woman next to me. I didn't care anymore. I wanted to go further and see what would happen next. I turned to my side and now her nipple was right against my cheek. I started to rub my cheek against it. Her hands moved with increasing intensity on my head pulling me to her, helping my cheek. I used one hand to unobtrusively pull her t-shirt down so that her nipple would get exposed. I succeeded and my body shuddered as I felt her hard bare nipple against my cheek. It was an exquisite feeling. I felt her hot breath on my face as the pace of her breathing increased.

I used my other hand to pull my skirt further up, exposing my toned thighs. I didn't really understand what I was doing. All I wanted was this gorgeous woman to admire my body. She turned my head further and the nipple edged closer and closer to my lips and after what seemed like eternity her hard nipple was against my lips. I wanted to tease her and so I kept my mouth closed. She kept grinding her nipple against my mouth and I refused to suck it. She was moaning now and pleading me to suck it.

"Oh baby, don't tease me. Suck it into your soft mouth. Oh god, you are killing me. Please suck my nipple," she pleaded.

I kept holding her off and suddenly when she least expected it, I sucked it into my mouth and she jumped. It was like sucking a rubber eraser on a pencil except for the fact that it was more pliable than rubber. I ran my tongue over it feeling its contours.

"Bite it Nisha," she whispered and there was no way in hell I was going to disobey her. I started to bite her nipple lightly, not wanting to hurt her. She abandoned the massage and moved her hand to my bra cup. Her soft hand started to squeeze it gently. I used my hand to prompt her to squeeze it harder. Her t-shirt was getting wet and pulled my head away and lifted it, exposing her chocolate colored nipple for the second time.

I licked its tip mimicking the actions I had seen in many porn movies. I flicked my tongue out at the nipple and she pulled my head closer moaning under her breath. I had no choice but so suck it all in. Her nipple slid like an eel into my mouth and she squeezed my breast hard in response to the intensity of the feeling of me sucking her. I played with her nipple and then she gently pushed me away. It must have been too much for her and then she exposed her other nipple. I went back to sucking. She jumped at the feeling and I bit her nipple harder than last time. She held onto me with her dear life. My hand slipped lower looking for her pussy. Her hand got hold of mine and guided me. Her pants had an elastic waist and I was able to slip my hand in. Her panties were soaking wet and I started rubbing her slit through her panties.

"Please baby, go inside my panties," she moaned into my ear. She helped me push the pants down a little and made it easier for me. My hand felt her hairless pussy and my finger struggled to find her clit. I managed to find her clit and started to rub her slit while my mouth sucked on her nipple. Her movements increased and I had a cramped hand that was stuck inside her panties. I pushed myself to move harder blocking out the pain wanting her to cum hard. She came in the most erotic fashion. She pulled my head off her breast and sucked my lips hard trying to wrench it off my mouth and shuddered as she experienced the most divine moment during sex. She just stood there kissing me less intensely winding down her engine. I pulled out my soggy, cramped hand and before I could reach for the box of tissues on the table, she sucked her juice off my fingers and kissed them lovingly. I looked at her and for once in my life; I was at a loss for words.

She smiled gently at me and moved her hand lower. She pushed me so that I could lie down on the chair and she increased the incline of the chair to almost 180 degrees. I was confused when she took the hair clipper but when she switched it on, I realized what she was going to do. The clipper created a slight noise as it vibrated. She lifted my skirt and placed the body of the clipper, with the protective cover on the blade still on, next to my wet panties. It sent jolts of lightening up my spine as I felt the cylindrical body of the hair clipper vibrate against my pussy. I tightened my thighs around it and tried to move it with my hand. Her hand stopped mine and then she took one of her scissors and cut my panties off to my disbelief. She stared at my hairy pussy. I was feeling shy and kinky at the same time, if it were possible. She just parted my legs and slipped the cover off the clipper. Then with the expertise that could only be displayed by a person of her profession, she shaved my pussy. She had to use a smaller clipper on the lips and within minutes, I was clean shaven. Then she proceeded to rub me dry and that was hard since I kept leaking juice.

"I guess you will need to use a different method to stop the flow," I said, smiling cheekily at her.

"You mean I might have to use something to plug the leak?" she asked matching my naughty smile.

"Maybe," I countered.

"How about this?" she asked showing me her middle finger.

I just looked at her. She pushed the finger close to my mouth and I started to suck on it, making it wet. She slipped her finger out of my following tongue and started making a trail down my body.

Her hot mouth covered mine sucking my lips and pushing her tongue into mine and I returned her kiss. It was nice for once to not feel the irritating stubble of a guy as I felt the smooth skin of this woman. Her mouth moved to my bra cup and sucked the flimsy material into her mouth along with my nipple. Her mouth managed to cover most of my bra cup. I was impatient enough to push her away for a moment as I unsnapped my front opening bra. She devoured my breast at once and my crotch arched up, looking for contact as if by instinct.

Her finger started on its journey in finding my wet opening. Her progress was agonizingly slow. Finally, it reached my crotch and spent a few more minutes relishing the smooth skin down there. I was going crazy and pulling her head to my breast as hard as I could. Her palm closed over my pussy squeezing the wet mass of tissue. Her middle finger was in line with my slit and I felt her wiggling in her middle finger into the slit. I kept pushing up my pelvis to get more mileage from her finger. Her finger curved into the slit searching for the opening. Her finger met stiff resistance as I was tight. I relaxed letting her push her finger in and finally her finger was buried in my pussy.

She kept sucking my breast while her finger started building up momentum. Her mouth left my breast and moved lower to my tummy. She turned my chair so I was exposed to her piercing gaze. Her finger slipped out of my pussy with a wet sound and I moaned in disappointment. My disappointment didn't last for long. She knelt before me and started kissing my thighs and I spread my legs giving her more room. Nothing prepared me for what I felt next when her mouth closed over my pussy, covering it. Her tongue was inquisitive to the extreme. It explored my pussy for the first time. I held on to her head as she licked my slit taking her time over every nook and cranny. She discovered pleasure points that I never thought that existed in my encounters with teddy and my ex-boyfriends.

Her finger slipped into my pussy while her tongue found my clit. She started lick the little nubbin as her finger moved in and out of my pussy. I felt her little finger rub gently against my anus. I was shocked at first but I was too far gone to care. My pussy juice made it easier for her finger to slip in.

I had an idea. I called her name softly. She looked up at me, her mouth covered with my abundant juices.

"I want to lick your pussy while you lick mine," I said, my voice shaking. She nodded, slipping her fingers out of me. She slipped her pants and panties off and climbed on the chair. I hoped it could take both of our weight. Her lovely shaven pussy descended on my mouth. I started to lick her pussy gingerly and I felt her tongue do the same. The fingers resumed their original positions. This time I felt a bigger finger going up my ass and I realized that she was using a finger one hand on my ass and the other on my pussy. I was wondering whether I should stick one finger in her ass. As if she read my mind, she asked me insert one finger into her anus. I have never done that in my life though I have fantasized about it. I was trying to figure out which hand I should push in when she answered me again. She wanted my thumb in her ass. I first wet it with her juice and started pressing down on her anus. She groaned, pushing against my hand. My thumb went into her ass. She went berserk, pushing her pussy against my face. I kept moving my thumb in and out of her ass. My tongue fucked her pussy. I squeezed a finger into her pussy as well. My tongue tasted her juice. We moved against each other faster and faster.

I realized that I was approaching my orgasm and suddenly it was upon me, I sucked her pussy hard trying to stop myself from screaming out loud as I felt my body shudder. she kept licking me hard and I kept shuddering. For the first time in my life I had 3 orgasms in a row. I pulled her by her hair to stop her from licking it anymore as it was too sensitive. I kept sucking her and she came harder. I didn't stop licking until she lifted her pussy off my face. We lay there, trying to catch our breath. She climbed off me awkwardly. I got off the chair and we hugged each other hard. She kissed me passionately, not wanting to let me go. I got cleaned up using one of the towels nearby and straightened myself. Sharon took my panty as a souvenir and she gave me hers. To her surprise, I wore it under my skirt. After I managed to restore some amount of respectability to my appearance, I said good bye to Sharon. I set up another appointment the following week for a massage.

To be continued...


Hairdresser Ch. 2

A short description of myself and my mom before I continue my story.

My name is Nisha and I am from Sri Lanka, a beautiful country with even more beautiful beaches and sexy women. I am 18 and most people describe me as a tom boy. This is mainly because my hair is cut short and I don't have big breasts compared to my mom. She has a gorgeous pair of 34d's that are all natural. Though I have 30b's, I have a fantastic figure with wide hips, narrow waist and a tummy most women would kill for. This is because I love sports and work out at least 3 hours a week. My legs are long and nicely muscled and well suited to my 5 foot 9 inch frame. I do get hit on by lesbians more than guys and that sometimes bothers me. My mom Anusha is 39 and most of my physical traits are from her, except the short hair and small boobs. She is a widow, since dad died when I was 14. She never remarried and I never really caught her even looking at a man after dad's death.

On my way home after my encounter with Sharon, my thoughts were like Hurricane Katerina. My ears were buzzing and I shuddered inside the bus as I remembered Sharon's probing tongue on my pussy. This got me so hot again that I wanted to rub my pussy in the bus. I dared not since there were so many people in the bus. I had to try hard to control myself until I got home. I had to really control an urge to push my hand into my panties.

Thankfully, my mom was not home when I got back. I rushed to my room and locked myself up. I was so wild that I grabbed my stuffed teddy bear and pushed him onto the bed. I didn't have time to take off my skirt or my panties. I whispered Sharon's name repeatedly as I started to rub my wet pussy against his fur. I was going crazy. The bed shook as I rubbed my pussy against teddy and I was sucking his shiny nose, moaning aloud as I continued my onslaught against the helpless stuffed teddy bear. Its fur was so soft that I stopped momentarily to take off my top and bra so that my nipples started to experience the luxurious feel of its fur. I realised that something inside me had snapped after my session with Sharon. All I could think of was her body as I kept rubbing myself against Teddy. Just when I was about to cum hard I heard the front door slam. It was as if I was struck by lightening. One moment, I was on the verge of an orgasm and the next, I was scrambling madly off the bed trying to find an excuse for being topless. My mind was blank and all I could think of at that moment was to rush into the toilet. After rushing into the toilet I suddenly realised that I had left my bra and top on the floor in my room.

I was so jittery that I couldn't bring myself to try anything in the bathroom. A lost orgasm really messed things up for me.
I was wishing my mom had given me a few more minutes. I heard her come into my room and she knocked on the door of the bathroom.

"Hey Nisha, how was the haircut?" she said.

"It was fine, I am having a shower," I said, my voice shaking.

"Didn't they give you a shampoo after the haircut?" she asked.

"Yes, mom, but the bus was so crowded and it is so humid today that I sweated a lot," I said, hoping and praying she would believe me.

"OK, don't be too long. I am hungry and I'll wait for you," she said. I sighed in relief when I heard her close the door to my room.

I finished my shower as quickly as I could and dried my hair. To my amazement, my pussy was still wet. It felt squishy and no amount of drying helped. I gave up as I heard my mom call out to me. I wore a sexy pair of shorts and a tshirt without a bra. Not that I really needed a bra !

I went down to find mom seated at the kitchen table. I avoided her look as I busied myself fiddling with the plates as I dished out some rice and curry. I sat down and felt her check my hair out. She nodded approvingly.

"Looks like Sharon has done a nice job with you," she said and I felt blood rushing to my face.

My mom misunderstood my blush and said that she thought the hair style suited me. I nodded, trying not to look at her face.

"Is something wrong?" she asked, her motherly instincts kicking in.

"No mom!" I responded, a bit too sharply.

"You look a little dazed," she said. With this she got up and sat down next to me. I couldn't help but notice her big breasts. They reminded me of Sharon.

My mom doesn't worry too much about showing skin at home and I felt my eyes going to her cleavage. I kicked myself mentally and started to concentrate on my lunch. We talked about hundreds of things that Mothers and daughters talk about and finally lunch was over. I went back to my room. I wanted to give teddy another run but it was too dangerous to do that with my mom around. I waited for my massage with Sharon with so much longing that I dreamt of her almost everyday.

Finally, the day came and by the time I got to the salon, I was so eager to see her that I almost bumped into the older gorgeous lady as she was walking out of the salon. I felt her soft breasts against me as I struggled to regain my balance. She smiled at me as she ushered me into a dimly lit room with a massage table in the middle. There were a few candles and the room had a pleasant fragrance.

"Please get undressed while I get Sharon," she said as she walked out of the room, with her hips swaying gently.

I took off my dress and wore the towel that was neatly folded on a chair. Finally the door opened and Sharon walked in and my heart sank. There was another girl with her. she was dark skinned and around 5' 5". Her hips were slimmer than Sharon's but she was stacked like Sharon. Then I realized that she was wearing a padded bra that accentuated her heavy bosom. Sharon was smiling but she gave no indication of our close encounter through her body language. I presumed that it was because of the presence of the other girl. She introduced the other girl to me has Asha. Asha made me lie face down on the massage table, after loosening the towel. She then started to rub my back with massage oil that was heated up to match my body temperature. Her hands were so gentle and lingering. Then I felt another pair of hands and I lifted my head slowly to see Sharon standing right in front of me, inches away from my head. I lay my head into the doughnut shaped headrest as I felt her hands knead my shoulder muscles. The thought of her inches away from my body made me excited beyond words; my heartbeat reached a zillion beats a minute in a record number of seconds and finally settled down to a manageable level.

I felt Sharon's lower tummy rest against my head. I may have imagined it, but I distinctly felt the table losing its height. I opened my eyes and the floor seemed closer now.

My heart rate jumped again as I felt Sharon's thigh against my head. There was no mistaking that thigh. It rested gently against the top of my head as she massaged my shoulders. Asha's hands kept moving along my back finding nerves that I never thought that existed. I was feeling so relaxed until I heard Asha whisper in my ear.

"Do you mind if I climb onto your back?" she asked sending shivers up my spine. I moaned, my head nodding in agreement. I heard clothes coming off and didn't dare to look at what was going on. I felt the table creak as she climbed onto my back, her legs rested on either side of me as she let my butt take some of her weight. I felt her panties against my butt. From the feel of the material, I realized it was satin. I felt her hands start to rub my skin again. Her crotch started to rub against my butt rhythmically as she continued her massage. The thought of her pussy rubbing against my butt did wonders to the moisture level of my pussy.

"Are you wearing silk panties?" I asked, my voice shaking.

"Yes, do you feel the material?" she asked.

"Yes, I can," I replied.

"Most clients don't like lace panties as its rough against the skin," she explained.

"Some clients, don't like satin either," she said giggling.

"I think she is one of those clients," I heard Sharon answer with another giggle.

Before I could protest, Asha was off my back and the panty came off like lightning. She got back on my back and now I felt her shaved smooth pussy against my butt. I couldn't help but moan and tried to lift my butt to meet her rhythmical movements. She stopped me from moving by putting more weight on me.

"Nisha, you must relax. You are our guest here," Asha said giggling. I stopped moving.

"Sharon, I think you should get undressed too," Asha said.

"Do you want me to strip, Nisha?" Sharon asked. I could only croak, not knowing what would happen next. My mind was at the point of no return. I was not going to let anything short of an earthquake stop this little threesome. I kept my eyes shut as I heard the sound of zippers and her bra being unsnapped. I felt her warm naked thigh against my cheek as she continued her shoulder massage. Then I realized that Sharon was as wet as me. I could smell her pussy. It was unmistakable. I felt her moving towards my elbow that was jutting out of the massage table. Her legs widened as it came closer and closer to my elbow. I could see her as my face was turned towards her now. I almost jumped as my elbow disappeared into her crotch. I pushed it against her pussy as I felt its moist warmth. Asha's pussy was dripping on my butt. Both women were breathing hard. Then I heard the unmistakable sound of kissing. Asha was kissing Sharon. The sound of two moist exploring mouths engulfed the small room.

"Oh Asha, your lips are so sexy," I heard Sharon moan, ending in more kissing sounds. These sounds contributed to the increased wetness between my legs. Asha kept rubbing her pussy gently against my butt as she kissed Sharon. Sharon's pussy rubbed against my elbow. I felt her lips separate against my elbow. My pussy was wet and I was hyperventilating.

"I think her thighs need some attention too," whispered Sharon, her mouth disengaging Asha's with a loud smack.

Asha turned so that her back was facing my head and started to knead my thighs. She parted my legs gently, making room for her hands. Her palms were so close to my pussy lips and I was willing her to move closer. It was so hard not to scream at her to touch my pussy. But the fact that I let her tease me made it even more exciting for me. Her hands kneaded the top of my thighs, moving slowly down slick with massage oil. It was so relaxing to be pampered this way except for the fact that two horny women with wet pussies had their sights on my slim little body. The edges of Asha's palm kept rubbing lightly against my pussy lips, teasing me. This made my blood pump harder than ever.

"I think you guys are ignoring your client," I complained.

"She is right, Sharon," Asha replied. She climbed off my back and they started to turn me onto my back. Sharon took a piece of cloth and blindfolded me. They also tied my hands and feet to the table. My legs were parted and I had no way of closing them. I felt Asha climbing on me again. I felt a pair of lips start to kiss my cheek, sucking the skin. They moved towards my ear, licking the inside of the ear. I got goose bumps all over.  The tongue tickled my ears but I had no way of stopping her as I was immobile now. Sharon's tongue licked my face and it found my lips. Her fingers held my lips closed as she sucked on them. Asha joined in and they began to feast on my mouth. I tried to kiss them but Sharon's fingers held my lips in place. I gave up, letting the girls have their way.

"Sharon, I love her small breasts," Asha said.

"Can I suck on them, Nisha?" she asked. I nodded my head in response. I felt Asha's tongue start on its way to my breasts. She took her time. Her tongue followed my cleavage, moving to my right breast. Her tongue circled my nipple, avoiding it. I tried to push it into her mouth, but she avoided it skillfully. I pleaded her to suck my nipple.

"Oh, Sharon, please suck my nipple. Oh darling, please suck it hard!!" I moaned but this did not change her course.

Sharon, moved to the other nipple. She did the same to that nipple. I was going crazy. I started to scream their names, asking them to suck my nipples.

Suddenly when I least expected it, the two ladies sucked my nipples hard at the same time. I have never experienced such an exquisite feeling. I guess it was because my eyes were closed and that heightened my senses. The two ladies almost hurt me with the rythmic sucking of my tender nipples.
I called out to the them to give my nipples a break. I felt them lift off my nipples and I heard them kiss each other.

"Kiss my nipples Sharon," said Asha. I heard her moan as Sharon responded. She sucked Asha's breasts noisily. Sharon pushed my blindfold up so that I could see them. It was so erotic to see Sharon kiss the other girl's breasts tenderly. I got a glimpse of Asha's nipples from time to time as it slipped out of Sharon's mouth. It was hard and dark. I wanted to suck them so much. Every time Sharon's mouth sucked one of them, she shuddered.

Asha pulled Sharon up by her hair so that she got a chance to suck her lips. They kissed tenderly, their tongues exploring each other like snakes in heat. Their breasts competed for space as they kissed each other. The skin bulged as each breast tried to push the other away.

I could see that they were very comfortable with each other by the way they played together. Sharon, pushed Asha roughly down to her large breasts. They shook as her body tensed when Asha bit one of her nipples. Sharon slapped Asha and I was a bit surprised to see Asha moan as if asking for more. Sharon slapped Asha again. It was not a violent slap but I heard the sound. I saw Sharon's hand move under Asha'a neck squeezing it a little bit as she sucked her breasts hungrily.

Sharon noticed my concern and she smiled at me. "Asha loves a little bit of rough play, don't you?" she asked.

Asha moaned in assent without taking her mouth off the soft mountains of softness. She moved to Sharon's other breast while she got slapped a little more.

My foot was really close to Sharon's buttocks and I pushed my toes against her crack. She looked at me and smiled mischievously. She parted her cheeks and rubbed herself against my toes. It was really erotic and I kept rubbing my toe against her anus. She turned around for a little while to wet it with her saliva and literally sat on my toe.

"Do you like to fuck me with your toe Nisha?" she asked. Before I could reply, my toe was buried deep in her pussy, while Asha sucked her breasts. I wiggled my toe as she fucked it like a cock. I wanted to suck her pussy so much.
"Oh please Sharon, I want to lick your pussy once more. I wanted it so much since the last time I met you," I said to her.

She looked at me once again and started to move towards me, pulling out of Asha's clutches. She climbed on top of me and presented me with her lovely pussy. It was dripping wet as it came closer and closer to my waiting mouth. My tongue was quivering in anticipation. Her pussy stopped about an inch away from my mouth. I reached its puffy lips with my tongue, teasing the middle. I licked it gently along the length. Her wetness tasted so sweet on my tongue. I then felt Asha licking my thighs and moving towards my pussy. I moaned as I licked Sharon harder. She untied one of my hands and pushed it towards her anus. I started to tease her little hole as my tongue pushed further into her pussy. She was fucking my tongue now. My finger slipped into her ass and I felt Asha's tongue flick at my clit. I increased my intensity of licking against Sharon's pussy and pushed myself against Asha's face. I wished she would finger my anus and as if she read my mind, I felt her finger rub against my other opening. The finger slipped in easily.

Sharon ground her pussy against my face as she moaned my name. "Oh, gosh, Nisha fuck my pussy and ass with your tongue and finger. Oh gosh, make me come baby," she moaned. I moved faster as I felt her reaching her climax. The thought of her reaching her climax intensified my sensations and I came a few seconds after her screaming into her pussy.

We lay there for a while as I slowly came down to earth. When I opened my eyes, Sharon was standing by me with an odd looking apparatus in her hands. I realized that she was holding onto a strap on. I looked at her and she had one on and Asha was sucking it like a cock.

"Please wear this Nisha," she said. "Asha loves two cocks," she laughed as I looked incredulously at the strap on. They helped me get into it and I felt weird having a dick. Asha started to lick mine and I realized that I had a smaller cock than Sharon. Sharon lay on the floor and Asha climbed onto her cock her back to me. She called me to the front so that she could suck my strap on while Sharon fucked her. Asha looked at me and said, "Why don't you get that thing up my ass?"

I was clueless about anal sex apart from what I had seen in movies. They stopped and helped me mount Asha. She parted her cheeks for me and I pushed the slippery cock into her ass. She moaned as I pushed it slowly into her. We started to move and my strap on slipped out a couple of times before I got the hang of it. But in the end I was fucking her like a man! Asha got wilder as she got closer and closer and I thought she would never come because it kept going on and on. Finally, she screamed as her body shuddered under me. My legs were shaking from the exertion. It must be hard being guy, I presumed as I pulled out of Asha's ass and pushed the strap onto into Sharon's mouth. Then I sucked Sharon's strap on tasting Asha's pussy juice on it. We lay there on the floor for a while and I must have dozed off. When I woke up, there were two ladies looking down at me. It was Asha and Sharon and they lifted me up and took me to the bathroom. They pushed me under the shower and started to give me the best shower I have ever had. This is simply because both their mouths were focused solely on my pussy for most of the time.

Hope you enjoyed this. Write to me with your ideas for part 3. This is dedicated to one of my fans Shanna. Enjoy !!


Hairdresser Ch. 3

A short description of myself and my mom before I continue my story.

My name is Nisha and I am from Sri Lanka, a beautiful country with even more beautiful beaches and sexy women. I am 18 and most people describe me as a tom boy. This is mainly because my hair is cut short and I don't have big breasts compared to my mom. She has a gorgeous pair of 34d's that are all natural. Though I have 30b's, I have a fantastic figure with wide hips, narrow waist and a tummy most women would kill for. This is because I love sports and work out at least 3 hours a week. My legs are long and nicely muscled and well suited to my 5 foot 9 inch frame. I do get hit on by lesbians more than guys and that sometimes bothers me. My mom Anusha is 39 and most of my physical traits are from her, except the short hair and small boobs. She is a widow, since dad died when I was 14. She never remarried and I never really caught her even looking at a man after dad's death.

Everything changed after I met the sexy hairdresser Sharon. I returned home fulfilled and tired. I took a long shower thinking about my encounter with Asha and Sharon. I could still feel the strap on entering her ass. I refrained from playing with myself since I felt more than satisfied with the experience with Asha and Sharon. I went to our entertainment room and was watching a movie when my mom came home. She came into the room and I was amazed to notice how sexy she looked. She was wearing a pair of tight pants that showed off her butt and I was intrigued by the way the pants showed off the outline of her crotch.

"Hey, how was your massage?" I looked away from her crotch hurriedly wondering if she had noticed my gaze.

"It was wonderful," I said, trying not to look at her eyes. I couldn't help looking at her gorgeous breasts that were pressing against the overcoat she wore. I wondered how her breasts looked underneath and as if she heard my thoughts she stretched and removed her jacket, exposing the tight t-shirt she wore underneath. Her breasts seem larger than life and I was amazed how long it took me to realize how gorgeous my mom really is. Suddenly the pair of breasts I was admiring started coming towards me and before I could react my face was buried in them as I received a hug from my mom.

"What is it sweetie? You look as if you have seen a ghost," she said, holding me. I stopped myself from reaching out and biting her skin and resorted to try and break my second and third fingers against the chair as a distraction. Finally I decided to hug her back feeling the softness of her breasts against my face.

She released me and sat down next to me on the couch. So tell me what they did to you at the massage she asked innocently. But I had a hard time keeping my face the same color. I pretended to look at the TV screen and answered her in the most normal way possible.

"Well at least give your mom a shoulder rub," she said turning her back to me. I reached across and started to knead her shoulders.

"Oh gosh, you are good at this!" she exclaimed and she shifted herself so that she was closer to me. I parted my legs to give her room and soon she was really close to me. I was wearing a short wrap around skirt and it rode up to expose my panties. My mom kept leaning back into me so that her shoulders were virtually on my b cups. I got a good look at her cleavage and the sexy bra she was wearing. After a while her head was leaning against my shoulder and I started to rub her arms. My hands brushed the sides of her breasts more than once. Every time they brushed against her bra I shuddered. I found it difficult not to look down her t-shirt. The rhythmical rise and fall of her chest pushed her breasts up and down in the most erotic fashion. I could make out her nipples against the thin material of her t-shirt. I wondered how they would taste in my mouth. These thoughts did nothing to reduce the moisture level of my pussy. I was dying to touch my pussy but I was so scared. Then I realized that my mom had fallen asleep. One of her hands lay on my leg.

I reached over and put my hands on her tummy and hugged her to me. She moaned in her sleep sinking further into me. I was dying to touch her boobs but my hands refused to do my bidding. I smelled her perfume and found it irresistible. So I kissed her cheek once. I kissed her again. I wanted to kiss her lips so much. My pussy was so wet now that I had to touch it. I took one of my hands and pushed it under my mom. My hand reached my pussy and started to rub it over my panties. It was hard to move my hand as my mom was literally on top of me. The feel of her body on mine was so comforting and erotic at the same time. Her body was soft and warm. She seemed so lovely and serene in her sleep.

It must have been the blood flowing rapidly to my head that made me do it, but I suddenly I found that my hand was on one of my mom's breasts. I almost jumped out of the couch when I saw my hand there. I could feel her nipple hard under my hand. I couldn't remember how long it had been there. I almost jumped again when my mom moaned in her sleep. I watched in horror as her hand descended on mine, keeping it firmly in place. My heart was beating like a jack hammer. I started to squeeze her breast and she moaned some more. I managed to get hold of her lovely nipple and started to roll it between my thumb and forefinger. The thin material of her bra cup made things easier. My other hand put some pressure on my pussy. I loved the feel of her hard nipple in my hand. This was getting crazier by the minute and I was regretting the whole thing and the blessed phone came to my rescue. It rang and my mom jumped off the couch. I took my hand off her like lightning.

"Oops, I must have dosed off!," she said as she answered the phone. I straightened my skirt and pretended to watch the movie. During the phone call, I noticed my mom looking at me. I met her gaze once and turned back to the movie hurriedly. After she finished the call, she went to her room. I followed her a few minutes later. I could hear the water running in the shower and as I moved closer, I could hear moaning sounds coming from inside. It was as if she was masturbating. The moans grew louder. I wanted to do something daring. I knocked on the door.

"Mom! Are you alright?" I asked. The moaning stopped abruptly and I heard the water stop. She opened the door wearing a bath towel. Her face was flushed and she looked at me guiltily.

"What is the matter?" she asked.

"I thought I heard a noise."

"No, it was me humming," she replied.

"Well, it sounded as if you were in pain," I said pushing the door a little looking down at her cleavage.

"No, I am fine," she replied failing to meet my gaze.

"Can I soap your back or something," I asked.

She looked at me and after a moment's hesitation, she nodded. I went in and undressed down to my panties and bra. She looked at me curiously, but said nothing. Her face became redder as it took in the flatness of my stomach and rested on my small perky breasts.

"Do you think I am sexy, Mom?"

"Of course you are. I bet guys go crazy over you!"

"Girls go crazy over me."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Like who?"

"Sharon and Asha."

"Oh my god! Really?"

"Yes."

I walked over to her and turned the shower on. I started to rub her back. She shivered as I rubbed her back, my body inches away from her.

"Mom, I feel attracted to Sharon," I whispered.

She said nothing. I felt her body stiffen. I moved closer, my hands moving towards her tummy, my body getting drenched by the spray. I was hugging her now, my body resting gently against her. My hands moved up and down her body avoiding her breasts. I waited for her reaction. She had her eyes closed.

"Nisha can you soap me now?"

"Yes mom."

I took some liquid soap and turned her around to face me. I worked up the foam in my hands an started with her neck moving lower. She kept her eyes closed. I pushed her to the wall and made her rest against it. Her arms fell to her sides enjoying my hands. My hands rubbed soap on her breasts. I purposely lingered on her nipples. They were rock hard. She shuddered but said nothing. I got bolder. I lightly squeezed her nipples between my fingers and moved down lower to her motherly tummy. I ran my hands all over her tummy making it slippery and my heart skipped a beat as I moved lower. Her pussy was shaved and my hands teased her thighs.

"Where else do you want me to soap you mom?" I asked, my voice a croak.

She didn't respond, but I realized that she had parted her legs a little. My hand inched closer to her shaved pussy. Finally, my hand covered her mound. She had her eyes closed but her mouth was open and I detected small moaning sounds escaping her lips. Her lips were full and sexy and I moved towards them. Before long my mouth was on hers. My hand was sliding along her mound, exploring and parting her lips. I started to suck her lips. She didn't respond. I kept kissing her. I started to rub my body against her, sliding up and down. She shivered, moaning into my mouth. I pushed my tongue into her open mouth. Still there was no response from her. I moved my mouth away from her.

"Kiss me, Mom," I ordered her and she reached forward. I kissed her hard and she responded. My tongue played with hers tasting her saliva. My pussy was dripping wet. I kept sliding my body against hers. Her hands reached behind me and unsnapped my bra and slid it up so that my breasts rubbed against hers. My nipples were hard and I kept kissing her. She said something that I could not hear. I leaned closer to hear what she said.

"My ass needs to be soaped Nisha," she moaned. I bent a little and she spread her legs more to allow my hands to reach under her pussy. My fingers went past her perineum. She gripped my shoulders hard as my fingers inched towards her anus. I rubbed the rim and finally slipped inside her tight ass. She screamed with pleasure and her hands tightened on my shoulders.

"Go right in sweetie," she urged. I pushed my finger up to its hilt. She started to move against my finger.

Since my face was in line with her large breasts, I started to kiss them. Her nipples were big and dark. I sucked them into my mouth as my finger fucked her ass. She pulled my face to her breasts urging me to suck them. I moved to her other breast sucking the thick nipple into my mouth. She turned the shower on washing the soap off and pushed my face down, her gesture unmistakable.

My tongue traveled along her tummy moving towards her hairless pussy. I knelt by her. I moved closer to her pussy and she met me halfway. I started sucking it like a madwoman, exploring every part of her lips. Her pussy fluid tasted awesome and I kept pushing my tongue against it. She groaned as she met my thrusting tongue. My finger kept moving in and out of her anus. I reached up to pinch one of her nipples as I licked her pussy. She kept moaning my name as she moved faster and faster against me and finally she shuddered as she came hard. She stayed like that for sometime and pulled me up and hugged me to her. She kissed me on the lips.

"Thank you," she murmured.

"You are most welcome," I whispered.

She then turned around to that I was leaning against the wall and then she took a sponge and started to rub it all over my body. I stopped her for a while and pulled back to me. I wanted to kiss her. I sucked on her lips, tasting her. I hugged her hard, not letting her move. Her knee separated my legs pushing her wet thigh against my mound. I started to rub my mound against her thigh as she did the same with her mound. It was even nicer than being licked because our bodies were rubbing against each other and that contributed to the overall sensation. Since we were both feeling cold, I asked her if we could go back into the bedroom. We were so desperate to go back to what we were doing that we tripped over each other to dry ourselves. The three minutes we spent drying seemed like eternity. Finally, my mom carried me to the bedroom. I was amazed at how strong she was. She put me down gently on the bed. She went over to her cupboard after asking me to close my eyes. When I opened my eyes, she was dressed in the most amazing bra. It a cherry red sheer bra that showed off her nipples. The cups held her lovely breasts accentuating her cleavage. There was an unnatural bulge in her panties and I was wondering what caused it. She smiled as she saw my gaze.

"It’s a surprise!” she said, smiling at me.

She walked over to me and climbed onto the bed. I turned towards her and we started to kiss again. The bulge in her panties rubbed against my tummy and every attempt to touch it was met with a firm slap on the hand. She held the back of my head tightly to her face as she kissed me. I started to explore her massive breasts encased lovingly in the sexy bra. Her nipples were rock hard and I kept pinching them. She asked me to squeeze it harder and I did so. This drove her wild.

"Oh baby, pinch my nipples hard!!" she begged.

"Oh mommy, your breasts are so sexy," I moaned into her mouth.

She moved to my neck, sucking and biting the sensitive skin there. I shuddered as I felt her saliva dripping down my body. She moved to my ear sucking the earlobe and she then did something that to me seemed strange. She lifted my arm and started to suck my armpit. I forgot all about the strangeness of the act as my armpit seemed to directly connected to my pussy. It sent an electric shock all over my body when her lips sucked on the skin under my arms. She then moved to the sides of my breasts sucking the supple skin there. It must have been the attention she was giving me and the tenderness she showed that drove me crazy. I gripped her hands roughly and pushed her back onto the bed holding her wrists tightly in my palms. I tried to overpower her. I gripped her legs with my thighs not letting her move and kissed her gently.

Her eyes were excited at the way I took control. I sucked each lip into my mouth. Her lips were thick and soft and I kept sucking them. I released one of my arms and held her wrists using one hand above her head. I then put one hand under her chin holding her firmly so that the head was slightly held back pushing her lips to the highest point. I kissed them roughly. She moaned and struggled under me but it was half hearted.

"Use my bras and tied me up," she whimpered.

I got two bras from her cupboard and tied her hands by the wrists to the bed posts. She was too short for me to tie her legs up so I let them be. I bent over to her and started to kiss her again. I could see that she was enjoying the attention.

"Do you want to suck my breasts, mommy?" I asked roughly.

She nodded helplessly.

"I can't hear you!"

"I want to suck your breasts," she moaned.

I held my breast so close to her mouth but away from her long tongue. I kept avoiding her tongue, getting frustrated by my antics.

"Open your mouth!" I commanded and she complied.

"Close your eyes!" I ordered her and she closed them, her mouth open in anticipation.

I forced my breast as much as I could into her mouth and she started sucking it like a newborn baby. I pulled her head tightly to my chest as she moaned and struggled trying to get as much of my breast into her mouth. I used my free hand to pinch her nipple hard and she moaned louder. My pussy was so wet and it was dripping onto her tummy. I slid my pussy against her round tummy as I struggled to keep my breast in my mom's mouth. I did the same with the other and she sucked it eagerly.

"Do you want my pussy, mommy?" I asked.

She nodded, trying to recover her breath from the constant sucking. Before she could recover completely, I sat on her face, my ass pressing hard against her nose almost blocking her breathing. She sucked and licked my pussy hungrily. I reached over and started to slap her breasts gently as I felt her tongue force its way into my vagina. Then I slid a little exposing my tight ass to her tongue. She moaned as her tongue explored the opening to my ass. She licked the rim and pushed her tongue gently against the tight hole. Finally her tongue pushed against the pulsating opening and I felt exquisite pleasure as she entered my anus with her tongue. Realizing that I was quite close to my orgasm, I lifted off her mouth and started kissing her again, tasting my pussy and ass on her mouth.

"What was the surprise that you have for me mom?" I asked her as I continued to kiss her.

"Why don't you see for yourself?" she countered. I moved down to her panties and started to lick the front of it. There was something soft under the material that resembled a cock. I bit it with my teeth and felt its length. She seemed to be wearing a strap on and the cock ended right where her pussy was. I pulled down the panties to find a black rubber cock fixed to her crotch. It was a double edged cock that ended inside her pussy which meant that she would also feel a certain amount of pleasure when she fucked me with it.

I started licking it like a real cock and sat on it. It was not a big dildo and was fairly easy to push into my tight pussy. I had to stop a few times to ease it in. Then after a couple of tries I was able to move up and down. It was a little uncomfortable at first and once my pussy got used to its size, it was easier. I lay on top of mom and was amazed so feel her start to fuck me expertly. After a few strokes I was screaming at her to fuck me harder. It took a few strokes for me to cum very hard but she didn't stop until I begged her to stop. I lay on her for a while feeling her wet kisses. I almost passed out for a minute or two until I regained my senses.

"Oh mom !!" I asked said.

"How did you learn to fuck like that?" I asked wonderingly.

"Well, we have to thank Sharon for it," she murmured. Suddenly everything clicked.

"You planned my seduction, didn't you?" I asked her.

She smiled mischievously, nodding.

"I am so sorry, babe. I wanted to fuck you so much that I used to talk to Sharon about it," she said.

"Seducing you was her idea because we wanted to find out whether you were attracted to girls," she laughed.

"That’s ok mom, I will forgive you if you will let me fuck you now," I said smiling mischievously.

I took off her strap on and pushed one end into my pussy and wore the contraption. I let her suck it for me first and then I moved to her pussy as she parted her legs invitingly. I decided to tease her a little by rubbing the tip of the strap on against her slit without pushing it in. Then I lifted her hips rubbing the head of the cock against her ass. She writhed under me trying to get the strap on into her. I rubbed the wet head up and down her slit, making her moan some more. Then I entered her suddenly making her shudder. I bent and started to kiss her without moving inside her. She kissed me passionately and urged me to move by pulling me inside her with her hands against my butt. I started move slowly feeling her body shudder at every stroke.

"Oh, Nisha, fuck me hard!!"

"Do you like me fucking you mommy?"

"Oh gosh, yes!!! Fuck me harder!!" she demanded.

I moved faster biting her neck in the process. I felt like a guy at that point. The other end of the cock was making me hot as I felt the reversed reaction of every stroke in my pussy. I moved faster and felt my mom respond. She bit her lip as she pulled me harder to her. I started to move even faster and finally her whole body shuddered as she had a wonderful orgasm. Her nails dug into my ass as she lost control and for a moment her face had a serene expression I have not seen before.

We hugged each other for a long time.

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