{rosa} "A New Outlook on Life" (MF Cons)

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X-Original-Message-ID: Warning: This story contains sexually explicit material and is for
the entertainment use of adults only. Persons under 18 or who are
offended by sexually explicit material should not read it. A New Outlook on Life.
-- by Rosa. Copyright 1999
-- edited by Kellis Here is a true story from me. At the time of this story I was seeing someone. We
weren't engaged but we were talking "what ifs," if you know
what I mean. He probably was about to pop the question.
It happened at work. It was the first time I had sex there although I
had gone out with a customer. I am a hair dresser, cosmetologist to be specific. I
had been working at this shop for about three months since
graduating from the school of cosmetology. It was a small
shop of four girls besides myself, plus the owners wife and
the owner. He and his wife were an ass and a bitch. I was eighteen
at the time. We girls worked on commission, paying the owner forty
percent of our earnings. He made our work schedules and always put me
at closing time. This day was late September and my coworker Dana and I
were about to close up. I was in the back washing the towels when
Dana came back and asked if I wanted to do one
last haircut. I said, "Shit, it's only five minutes to closing!" Dana said, "I'd do the haircut but I have to get my kid from day care
and get home to my husband." I was trying to get enough money to buy me a new jeep.
I was driving an old pickup at this time and I hated it. I
wanted a jeep. So I said I would do the hair cut. Dana left and locked the door for me. I drew the blinds on the door
and put up the closed sign, not because of what was about to happen
but to keep other people from walking in wanting their hair done. I
was not planning anything with this guy and wasn't even that type of
girl -- then. I am a red head and like wearing it in a braid. It
reaches about halfway down my back. I am very small, four
foot eleven inches tall and about eighty-nine pounds. Sorry, flat
chested. A training bra would be just slightly
too small. I could've passed as a Junior High School girl.
I guess I should describe what I was wearing. I had on my Rockies.
In case you don't know, Rockies are the western
style jeans that have a smooth ass without pockets. These
were black and fit tight on my small ass. I had my lace up
ropers (cowboy boots). I was wearing a black denim vest.
It was short to my waist and showed my belly about an inch
when I raised my arms. I wasn't wearing a blouse under it.
Oh, underneath all this I was wearing a black lace string
thong panties. The only black bra I had since I was in
total black was a strapless but I wore it anyway. My red
hair was braided back in a French braid. I am a cowgirl and
I looked like I just left the barrel races at the rodeo. The gentleman who just sat in my chair was really
handsome, a banker or businessman type. He was old enough
to be my father. I suspected he was around forty years old. He wore
a pressed dress shirt, tie with dark slacks, and had thrown his sport
coat on a chair in the lobby. He was a large man but not fat, maybe a
little overweight, I would guess over six and a half feet tall. I started the haircut. I am short so I have to use a
stool to stand on, moving it around to cut the hair. After
a minute or two into the cut I was moving the stool and had
bent over. He reached out and caressed my butt. I jumped and cried out, "Hey!" He smiled and said he was sorry, so I continued to do
the hair cut. After a little while he popped a question. "Why don't
you take off that bra?" He could see in the mirror and was staring into my vest through the
opening of the arm when I lifted my arms to cut his hair. I smarted off, thinking he wouldn't take me seriously,
"That will cost you extra." He said, "How about I double the price?" I said, "Noooo!" "Okay, triple." I thought for a minute about how forty percent of the
haircut price of ten dollars was going to my boss. That
left me with six dollars. I get to keep any tips. I would
now be getting twenty-six dollars for my part of the
haircut, and all I had to do was take my bra off so this
dirty old man could get a peek every once in a while. I
thought I could remain behind the chair and he wouldn't see
anything. So I said, "Let's see the money." I wasn't a fool. He adjusted and pulled his wallet out from under the
cape that covered him to keep the hair off. When he opened
it, it was full of money. He pulled out a twenty. I said, "It's thirty with the hair cut." So he pulled out a ten. I stuffed the money in my
pocket, turned around and unhooked my front-clasp bra
underneath my vest, then pulled it out. I think he was
surprised it was so easy and a strapless. I went back to
work, although now he kept moving trying to get a peek and
making it hard to cut his hair. After a few more minutes he asked, "Did you ever think
about cutting hair topless?" I just gave a loud laugh. "Huh!" "How much for the top?" I said somewhat jokingly, "That would cost you at least fifty more
dollars." He pulled his wallet out and handed me two more twenties and a ten.
I just stood there. He said, "Well?" I was seeing dollar signs now and that jeep was getting closer. I
grabbed the money, unbuttoned my vest and
tossed it into the style chair next to mine. Now he sat still since
he could get a look. I have to admit I was liking it too. My nipples
had been hard as rocks since I took off that bra. I was just about finished with the haircut and was
cutting his bangs. He reached out and caressed my butt
again. Backing off, I said, "You can't afford my jeans." He said, "How much?" Now I was going for the money. I said a hundred,
thinking that he would never cough up the dough. After all
even with a topless haircut he was already paying eighty
dollars -- and he didn't have that much hair! He calmly pulled out his wallet and handed me a fresh,
crisp hundred dollar bill. I just stood there shaking with
that bill in my hands. I was scared but I had more money on
me now than I had earned in the first two days of the week.
I put the money in my pocket and slowly undid my jeans.
I had to remove my shoes and socks so I sat in the style
chair where I had thrown my vest and bra. The man just kept
staring at me. As I was pulling off my jeans, my panties
almost came down too with the tightness. Now I was really shaking. Standing there in my black
lace thong panties, all that covered me was a small triangle
of lace in front held by a string going high over my waist
and connected to a string going down through the cheeks of
my butt. I could barely finish his bangs. I was sure he was
staring at my ass in the mirror as I leaned over him cutting
his bangs. I walked around with him eyeing me up. I undid
the top of the cape and buzzed his neckline, shaking like I
was standing in the cold. I finished up, although I was
worried I would cut him. I then brushed the hair clipping
off his neck and removed the cape. I about jumped a foot when I saw that he had pulled his dick out of
his pants and was playing with it under the
cape. His slacks were undone and he was sporting about a
six inch hard-on. I screamed a slight bit. He just smiled, asking, "Okay, how much for a facial?" I was so nervous that I thought he was wanting me to do a cream
facial for removal of wrinkles. "I don't give facials." "No," he said, "I want to give you one." I then realized what he was talking about. I just stood there. "How about another hundred?" I just stood there, not saying a word. He reached in his wallet and pulled out another crisp
hundred dollar bill and reached over, sticking it in the
string in my thong. I trembled and just froze there. He
took my hand and pulled me near him as he stood up. His
pants slipped to his knees and his dick bounced up straight
at me. I slowly squatted down and looked up at his face.
He smiled and stepped up closer. I looked at his dick and
took it in between my lips. He caressed the back of my head
so gently it calmed me down a little. He pushed himself
further in my mouth and I sucked down on him. It wasn't my
first blow job, but I was trembling like a virgin. I was
also getting hot. My pussy was aching for attention. I
relaxed a little and sat on my legs on the floor. It didn't
even bother me too much because of the cold. He now began to slowly pump my face. I took him as deep as I could,
tasting his pubic hair. He suddenly quivered and pulled out. I
opened my mouth but I don't know why I bothered. Only a tiny drop
landed in my mouth. The rest hit my forehead, got in my hair and
eyes, splattered my
cheek and down on my little tits. He must have shot off at
least three big spurts. I reached up, stroked his pecker
and put it back in my mouth, tasting what little was left.
I was so excited I didn't want it to be over. His pecker
began to go limp in my mouth but I continued to suck on it.
After about a minute he caressed the back of my head again
and his dick started to return to life. I kept sucking and
bobbing my head on his prick. When it came erect again I lost control. I got up off
the floor, pulled my thong off and turned toward the shelf,
leaning over with my elbows on it. He didn't need any
explanation. He grabbed my hips and stuck his dick to my
pussy lips. As it spread me and entered I exploded with an
orgasm. I shivered again, this time not from fear but lust.
He continued to pound into me. I opened my eyes to see myself looking back in the
mirror mounted at the station. The white come he had shot
over my face had melted to a clear, runny mess. My bangs,
eye lashes and brows were wet and stuck together as if I had
used mousse on them. I looked at his face as he pumped me from behind. I
could see the whole shop in the mirror. It just sank in
that I was at work. It also sank in that I was a real slut:
come on my face, a stranger fucking me from behind at work,
and cheating on my boyfriend. I was a real slut and I liked
it. These thoughts going through my head sent me over the
edge again. As the orgasm spread through my body, I started
yelping. That's the best I can explain it, yelping. It was
loud like yelling but moaning at the same time. It was a
high pitched "Ooohh!" Every thrust of his dick brought a
sound from my mouth. I closed my eyes again, not wanting to
look at myself but to enjoy the fucking I was getting.
He must have had a hard time getting off twice so
quickly because it seemed like he was pumping me forever.
We were both sweating all over in the heat of screwing.
What part of my hair wasn't soaked with his sperm was now
soaked with sweat. I could feel the sweat all over my body
and the braid of my hair that was hanging on my shoulder.
Finally I felt him shudder as he pumped himself into me
hard. I exploded. I yelled out at the top of my lungs as
my third orgasm shook my body while his dick pumped into my
pussy. After his dick quit throbbing he pulled out of me and I fell back
into the style chair where he'd had his hair cut. I was exhausted.
He pulled up his slacks, tucked in his shirt, straightened his tie in
the mirror and put his sports coat back on. He was well polished and
I was in love with him. Not a romantic love wanting a relationship
but a love of his style and class. He walked over and kissed the top
of my head as he dropped another hundred dollar bill in my lap. I
picked it up, staring at it as he undid the deadbolt and let himself
out. I thought, Am I a prostitute? I shook it off as, no, just a damn
good hair cutter who gets big tips. I sat there a long time thinking, the come leaking out of my pussy on
to the chair. I held the three hundred and eighty dollars. Then I
got dressed and put the ten for the haircut in the register. I would
get my commission on it at the end of the week. I cleaned up the hair
in the floor. Before I cleaned the come off the chair I ran my
fingers through it. I was changed. I was going to breakup with my
boyfriend and live my life for myself. The next evening I went to the
car lot and gave my whole savings, the three hundred and seventy
dollars and my ugly truck as down payment for the new love of my life,
a brand new green Wrangler jeep. That man gave me more than the best
sex I have ever had, he also set me free to be my own boss and to live
life to the fullest. That's my story. I SWEAR IT'S TRUE. --
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