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I swallowed hard and through of Reba, Had she known this at the interview and more importantly how was she and I going to manage this with the other salon ladies, assuming they didn't know already. Finally in my head was should I be calling her a Lady? Or was it just her mother who should be addressed that way.

Philly could see that I had become flushed and reached across the table putting her hand delicately down on mine and said that she would rather everyone didn't know this and she hoped she could trust on my confidence. I smiled and replied that she need not worry, the boss does not share everything with his staff. Reba clearly did not know and my next challenge was keeping a secret from Reba, when we had no secrets......until now!

Philly giggled and lifted her hand apologising for putting it on top of mine. Saying she had forgotten I was her boss and she was not just lunching with a friend. I responded that we all thought of each other as friends in the salon and that she should consider Reba to be the mother hen and keeper of all confidences, adding that many of those secrets that I for sure would never know about!

As we ate I talked a little about the team, how good they were, how well they worked together under Reba's guidance but keeping my private views to myself. I was sure that Philly would find out what Michelle and Bella were like soon enough, certainly over Friday drinks. And for sure she would be quizzed about her own sexual relationships before long.

The food was quick and I checked my watch, there seemed no reason to rush back so I suggested we order coffee and I asked if she had any questions of me. She looked down at the table first, maybe reviewing the question she was about to ask. She raised her head, her big eyes looking directly at me. She apologised and then said she hoped she would not offend me but she had learnt that the salon was a partnership between myself and my wife, but that we were recently divorced. She asked if it was anything that involved any of the current staff. I looked sincere and asked her why the question.

She leant back and breathed in saying it was one of the reasons she left her last job in London. She added that already she could sense that everyone seemed so relaxed in their relationships with each other. She highlighted how noticeable it was that Reba and myself paid each other complements. I laughed and said if she thought there was anything between Reba and myself she was mistaken. I outlined in brief how long we had known each other and her prior relationship with Gemma.

Philly noticeably relaxed and sat back in her chair. I was intrigued, this lady had a highly attuned awareness and had already perceived a sexual chemistry between myself and Reba. I suggested we should get back to the salon and called for the bill. I was intrigued, Philly excited me in what she could bring to the team and the business, a great choice by Reba. But there was more than that, she attracted me in a sexual way, maybe a challenge, maybe a step too far. Only time would tell.

I was sure all the eyes were on us as we entered the salon. Philly went to Reba on the reception desk and I walked straight into my office. I needed some space to compose myself.

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Towards the end of the afternoon Becky guided the young guy whose hair she had just washed back to the station where young Emma was about to cut his hair. He was dressed, as every customer, in the salon cape that covered all the way down to his knees to ensure no shampoo stains or cut hair would soil their clothes.

As he sat down Emma stood behind the chair smiling into the mirror and asking him almost robotically if everything was Ok. She was aware from the mirror that Becky was still close by her, she leant in and whispered to her. Emma excused herself and followed Becky back to the wash basins.

Becky said it was embarrassing but she was sure that the guy was feeling himself under the cape. They often joked between the ladies that for a lot of men the visit to the hair solon was in itself part a fantasy of having a pretty lady close and paying them compliments and a little light flirting was all part of the job. They all had had more than a few offers of dates from customers and this provided a great conversation topic at coffee breaks. On the other side none of them were ever short of flirting with some of the guys they fancied and there was always speculation about the size of their cocks and what sort of partner they had, Neither Emma nor Becky had seen this guy in the salon before. Becky shared that he had told her that a friend of his had recommended The Pussy Pouch.

Emma knew she was a popular choice for a lot of the younger guys, she was bubbly, buxom with the dirtiest of laughs, but could be quite brash and direct at times. Although flirting was all part of the fun of the job, she was also recently engaged and very much in love with Steve. Today she was dressed in a top that had a line of little buttons down the front, a few left open to show an inch or two of her substantial cleavage and a short pleated and flared skirt. Nothing too exciting but enough to attract interest and the attention of the clients, which she admitted she enjoyed. Some banter, the odd sexual overtone to cause a little excitement, but Emma was smart and direct enough to shut it down if it went too far,

Becky looked serious and was clearly not joking. She said she had a feeling from watching him that under the cape he had his cock out free of his trousers and was openly rubbing it. Emma grinned and asked why she was so sure. Becky responded that she should check the tent pole when she returned as it was pretty obvious. She added that she actually thought the guy was cute and given the chance she would be up for further investigation of the tent pole outside of work. Emma thanked her for the warning and returned to her station with just a little trepidation.

Standing behind him, she asked his name and how he wanted his hair cut today. As she did this she glanced down and her mouth dropped open. Becky was right, what he was wearing looked more like a tent than a cape with an obvious tent pole erected underneath. Emma tried to ignore what "stood" before her and started to cut his hair, with the usual innocuous questions. What was he doing tonight, questioning if he had been to the salon before. He answered in a confident and assured way and then started to ask Emma some questions. Was she married, where she lived etc. Emma deflected the questions making it clear she was engaged and not interested in sharing personal details,

The problem Emma had was however she tried to ignore it her eyes kept drifting down to the tent pole. It wasn't that Steve her fiancée was small, but she was sure if he erected a tent pole it would not be as big. Given there was a mirror in front of her she was sure the guy knew she had been looking. Then she saw a movement that was so obvious, she knew it was deliberately for her eyes, She saw his arm under the cape move across and his hand must have clasped his cock as she recognised the deliberate movement under the cape of a hand wanking a cock, something she knew just how to do when her fiancée needed relief.

Emma was not sure how to react, should she leave the station and go into Martin's office and tell him? Should she call Reba over and confront the guy? She knew she was blushing, but she was nearly finished and decided to just get the cut finished and guy out of her chair and the salon.

He looked down and then up directly at the mirror and asked if she liked what she was watching. Emma was breathing hard, she knew that it was making her horny, she could feel the heat and wetness in her pussy. Emma was trying to imagine just what the erect cock might look like if she lifted the cape right now. Emma composed herself and then leant in closer to his head to whisper in his ear.

Emma said she was well aware of what he had been doing as had her assistant who washed his hair. She suggested he get himself sorted out under the cape before she finished cutting his hair. His response shocked her. He just asked if she would like to sort him out by sucking his cock or maybe she might like to use her big breasts to give him a great titty fuck? Emma bluntly responded with an outright refusal and told him to behave, sort his cock out, pay and leave. He laughed and then asked if she wasn't interested in what was under the cape maybe her assistant, that he referred to as the cute young pussy, might like to suck him off as clearly she did not have such a big pair of tits to give him a good titty fuck like she could.

Emma continued to blush and said her work was done and she would call Becky over to sort his coat and things and that he could pay Reba at the counter. With that she turned and headed away still totally flushed by his directness. By the time she reached Becky who was cleaning down the basins as the salon was about to close, she was shaking. She said she had finished and that he had made improper suggestions to her and maybe Becky could finish off the sorting of the cape and coat etc for her. She added that he had made the suggestion that maybe you might enjoy what was under his cape. At this Becky blushed too. She said she would finish off for her. Emma, still shaking, said she just had to leave and compose herself, such was the shock of his actions and suggestions.

Emma headed for the room at the back to get her coat and leave for the day. Becky slowly walked towards the client. She stopped behind him, as she looked down she was disappointed that the tent pole had disappeared. He smiled at her and asked if she had come over because she was interested in the idea he had shared with the stylist. Becky smiled and said that she had come over to sort out his cape and coat ready to pay, adding that she might be interested and that the salon was about to close if he wanted to meet her outside the back after everyone else had left. The guy nodded and Becky asked if he would stand up so she could unclip the cape.

They faced each other as Becky unclipped the cape from his shoulders. She glanced down in part disappointed that his chinos were zipped up and there was no noticeable sign of a ridge across the front and part pleased that there was no embarrassing cock hanging out! Becky said she did not meet out the back usually with clients but maybe just this time. He joked he hoped she did not as most of her customers must be women. Becky liked his humour and smile, she also liked his up front bravado, assuming he must have something to brag about or he would be wasting his time....and so would she. Becky did not have a regular boyfriend like Sarah, she just liked to go out with the girls and see what available cock there was on any night out. Today that available cock had nicely cleaned and groomed hair and she had already checked out that it looked big enough.

Becky explained where the back door to the salon was and told him to be discreet and she would wait until everyone had left before she came out with the owner who was an older guy. Just hang back she said and trust her. He paid and smiled at Becky saying he would wait.

Emma started to drive back to her mum's where she still lived. She was having difficulty concentrating as the image of the guy with the tent pole under his cape kept flashing back into her mind. She had never had such a blatant offer before, flirting yes, and indeed had done it herself wondering what effect she might be having on the "cock in the chair". But she was loyal to Steve, they were engaged and she was looking forward to the wedding the next year, but this was different. She was flushed and felt strange. She knew the signs of when she was horny without the direct stimulus of a man. This was like the nights when she had to reach for what she called her "Silver Machine" that lay in her bedroom drawer and helped her through her solo night fantasies. But horny when driving the car was different. As she carefully navigated the town traffic she slid one hand down and pushed it under her skirt and touched her pussy through her knickers. They were damp and that made her excitement increase. She pulled up at a set of traffic lights and glanced around, almost hoping the other drivers knew what she was doing and to be watching her. But that was just in her fantasy, they looked bored and just waiting for the lights to change.

Emma looked down, her short skirt was rucked up and her pink panties on show, a dark wet patch more obvious than she had expected. She stroked her finger across the dark line and gasped. This was getting too difficult she needed to get relief and soon. If only. like some of the other Pouch Pussies she had carried a small toy in her bag. Michelle in her brash style had openly said that since her divorce she often got horny during the day and had admitted to using her handbag toy to relieve her tension. It was then that she discovered that both Bella and even Reba admitted to carrying sex toys too.

The lights changed and she pulled away. Her mind now flipped to Becky and what she might be doing right now. At least Becky would know if that cock under the cape was actually as big and hard as it looked. Something she would only know when she asked Becky at work tomorrow.

Martin seemed surprised that Becky was still in the staff room as he started to switch off the lights around the salon. She said that she was in no rush as he ushered her out of the door and activated the alarm. He asked her if she wanted a lift, which she declined saying the bus was due in about 10 minutes. Martin said goodbye and walked behind the fencing that protected the only parking bay the salon had.

Becky started to walk towards the road as Martin drove past her honking his horn. As soon as he disappeared she turned round and walked back. Becky pulled a disposable vape from her bag, put it to her lips and inhaled. She leant back against the wall beside the parking bay and exhaled a plume of sweet smelling smoke into the air as she waited.

She was beginning to get bored and wondered if she had made the right decision when the guy appeared around the corner, casually whistling with his hands in his pockets. Becky threw the vape on the floor behind the fencing and stood up clear of the wall.

He smiled as he arrived and said he was pleased she had waited for him. Becky smiled back hesitantly maybe now beginning to regret her impetuous decision. Before any further interchange happened He put his hand on the wall beside Becky's head and leant in to kiss her. Becky drew back against the wall but the distance was not enough as his mouth engaged with hers and he pushed his tongue into her mouth as she tried unsuccessfully to keep her lips tight together. She tasted his smoky breath as he pushed his tongue in hard pulling his other hand up to squeeze her breast.

Becky pushed him away. He stood back and laughed, asking her if she had changed her mind as she seemed pretty keen on his cock not so long ago. She drew breath and said that she was still interested but to slow it down a bit. He shrugged his shoulders and continued with his direct approach. He said why hang about, she wanted his cock, his cock was interested in her it was just a decision did she want to be fucked, take it up the arse or suck him off. He paused, laughed and then asked Becky if she had any other ideas.

This was a bit full on for Becky and she knew that she had chosen to meet him somewhere few people would pass by. Becky said straight out he could forget it if he thought she was going to let him fuck her just like that. He shrugged his shoulders and said that was fine by him, but how about a blow job?

Becky was now in two minds, she was still in the state of being cock horny just as she was back in the salon, but also aware that this could turn nasty if she didn't handle it right. Maybe if she gave him a blow job that might be the best solution. She would get the big cock she was interested in and he would get the cum release that she guessed might satisfy his desire.

She smiled for the first time and stretched up to meet his lips again, this time pushing her tongue towards his tonsils. He responded in a positive and what seemed to Becky a calmer way. She felt his hand once again reach up and fondle her breast. She broke the kiss and pulled back, unzipping her jacket and smiling saying that maybe this might help. They started to kiss again and she felt his strong hand this time inside her jacket pushing against her top and the hard excited nipple enclosed within her top and bra.

Becky felt him pushing her body back against the wall as his hardness became more apparent. Becky had gone from imagining the hardness in his tent pole under the salon cape to feeling it tight against the most sensitive part of her own body. She pushed him away again, this time in a more positive than defensive way, just enough to be able to slide her own hand between their bodies, running her fingers across his cock. He grunted and Becky thought maybe he had just had a premature ejaculation which after all this would be a disappointment. Her fingers ran along the ridge in his trousers which confirmed both the apparent thickness and length. If he had not yet cum and she was going to blow him, it was going to be a good one for sure!

He was certainly shuffling in an uncomfortable way and he stepped back. Maybe surprised at the willingness with which Becky was now engaging with him. Becky had decided the quicker she got this finished the better. She ran her other hand down his chest as she followed it down with her body as she eased herself into a squat position her face now only inches from his belt. Her two hands met on his belt buckle which she unclipped with ease. She looked up at him and smiled. He smiled back now looking quite hesitant. Becky's fingers flipped open his fly button and with one hand placed on the front of his trousers the other pulled the zip of his fly right down. The two hands peeled back the open front of his trousers which brought into her sight the outline of his cock restrained by his boxers,

Becky swallowed hard, it was big, there was no doubt as it stretched diagonally from his balls almost to the waistband with a very pronounced and fatter end that looked in outline like a very squashed mushroom. Her fingers went up to the waistband, pulling it away from his body and down at the same time. This was like pushing the eject button as his cock sprung into view. Becky gasped, but continued to pull at his boxers determined to release his balls as well. As a result his cock nearly poked her eye out as its length stuck out towards her face with the squashed mushroom in fact a big bell end curing upwards with his heavy hairy balls framing it from below.

Emma knew she could not continue as she was. It was no good heading home, she would have to chat with her mother when all she wanted to do was get to her room and pull her vibrator out from the bedside table and head straight for the bathroom to use it. She changed lanes and took a right turn away from the route home towards the country park on the edge of town. Her mind kept flashing between the erection beneath the cape and the thought of what Becky might be doing with that erection right now. She had had the offer, turned it down and passed it to Becky and was beginning to regret her impetuous and loyal decision.

She was still in an excited state and feeling flushed as she pulled into the large car park. There were several cars parked where the footpaths into the woods started, dog walkers she thought. Emma drove the car to the far corner away from the parked cars and backed into a corner where from the front she would have an open view of any other cars that arrived.

She turned the engine off and pulled on the lever that let the seat back drop into a more comfortable angle. She sighed heavily and relaxed a little. It had been hard to concentrate on driving in her excited state. Now at least she did not have to worry about that and could focus on sorting herself out.

Her skirt was still rucked up with the wetness between her legs evident from the dark patch in her panties. Emma slid her fingers under the waistband to touch her wet and matted bush. She kept it tidy, trimming it only at the edges. Steve liked it that way he said, although apart from the occasional fingering and his cock splitting it when the fucked her, he paid little attention to her bush or pussy. Indeed none of the guys she had known seemed to be interested in giving her pussy the attention she wanted, most, if not all more interested in her well-formed breasts and big nipples. She guessed one of the challenges of being a bit on the chubby side with big breasts and a pronounced cleavage. Emma was fully aware that these were her best visible assets.

Her fingers slowly massaged her lips that were certainly more puffed up than normally through her excitement. She thought back to her school days, not since then had she enjoyed the attention of a tongue pleasuring her there, Even then it had been a girl. Sharon and her were still experimenting with their sexuality and had enjoyed several sessions in Sharon's bedroom where they had shared cunnilingus together. Over time, Emma had decided that maybe she was more interested in cock whereas she knew that Sharon had gone on to have several more relationships with girls at the school. Right now although the ministrations of Sharon would have been welcome Emma had to sort things for herself alone as she pushed her finger between her lips and into her warm wet slit and let out a long low moan at the feeling it created. After all no one would hear her or disturb her as she drifted into her fantasy that it was her not Becky that was enjoying that tent pole!.

Becky‘s eyes were wide open in surprise, this had to be the biggest cock she had ever encountered. Most guys she met bragged about having a big cock, but in reality they were all much about the same size and certainly did not come anywhere near what she and her mates considered a big cock from the porn they had watched. But this guy really was big. It was longer, fatter and certainly looked more interesting than the average she was used to. She leant forward and felt the tip of his big purple bulb touch her lips, there were a few drops of pre cum that she licked up as her lips parted and she ran her tongue across the fat tip. Becky heard a grunt from above and an expletive that indicated the guy liked what she was doing. She opened her mouth wider and leant forward taking the first couple of inches in her mouth and closing her lips in a tight seal. With his girth, her mouth felt full, even with just a couple of inches as she brushed her tongue around his meat, saliva in full flow. This was better than she had hoped given her earlier concerns, she liked the feeling of a mouth filled with a fat cock, knowing there were plenty of inches and his big balls still to be enjoyed by her tongue. Becky began to enjoy the experience of a a big cock, something to brag about to her mates.

But suddenly the situation changed, she felt her head pushed forward by the pressure of his hands on the back of her head as more inches entered her mouth. She gagged and pulled back, trying to breath, but the insistent pressure of his hands pushed more inches into her mouth than she could manage.

Emma had her eyes closed and in her mind she was a voyeur watching as Becky was bent over the low wall behind the salon, where Martin parked his car and was being fucked by the client from the salon with a long hard cock that in her mind was much bigger than her Steve. She imagined he was pumping hard into Becky who was screaming for him to fuck her harder and deeper. His trousers around his ankles all she could see from behind was his arse moving forward and back. Becky's legs were wide apart her little skirt up around her waist and her blouse hung open his hands squeezing on her small breasts. What else would she have expected as from her stories and comments her feeling was that Becky was just a little cock slut.

Never had she had fantasies like this before, never found herself in her car doing what she was doing now. But right now all she concentrated on was using her fingers to excite herself. Her fingers slipped in and out so easily with her pussy leaking so much juice as her fingers rubbed hard at her clit. She was gasping, breathing heavily, her eyes still screwed up tight as she could feel herself fast reaching an orgasm like Steve had never yet given her!

Becky heard him grunt again, as his voice demanded she suck and suck him hard. He pushed and pulled his cock inside her mouth by a mixture of his hands on her head and his pelvic thrusting. Her head was moving from side to side trying to free herself from his grip. His cock was hurting her as it continued to hit against the back of her mouth. Becky was gagging, struggling for breath, the guy just kept up his incessant pumping inside her mouth. Suddenly there was a loud almost animal like guttural roar as she felt the sensation of the first jet of his spunk spraying around in her mouth, she gagged again searching for the opportunity to breath as the second ejaculation totally filled her mouth, she swallowed hard feeling the sensation as his cum entered her throat and reflex let it flow towards her belly. She gasped air at last as he withdrew his cock from her mouth only to feel his next ejaculation paint her face. This was at least like a relief from the rough face fucking he had administered. She could at least now breathe.

She looked up at him, his cock still hard and only inches from her face, long strands, a mix of his cum and her saliva, were hanging from the still massive bell end. The slit still covered with a large globule of thick cum. Becky swallowed the rest of his cum and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Normally she liked the taste of cum and enjoyed administering a good blow job, but even though she would swallow, as all the guys expected, this just felt different, she had not been in control, not taking the load when and how she wanted. But she knew it was her own fault, she had encouraged the guy in the salon, had agreed to meet him, but then was it acceptable behaviour by him initially to get his cock out under that cape and tease both her and Emma.

Her head was buzzing as he stood back and started to tuck his cock back into his boxers and zip up his flies. To her surprise he offered her a clean neatly folder handkerchief and suggested she wipe the cum from her face. Becky accepted the gift as she drew herself back up from her squatting position. He apologised for being so rough, but justifying it by saying that she had excited him whilst he was in the salon and he just wanted to unload as quickly as he could.

At this Becky forced a smile, although she did not believe his comment. She responded that maybe he should go and leave her to sort herself out, he nodded in agreement and started to move away. Becky called him back and added that maybe he should find another salon next time as he would not be welcomed back and if he did come back she would make sure everyone knew how he behaved. He turned and left without further engagement.

Suddenly the rush of orgasm hit Emma. The sensation ran through her body as she seemed to freeze with her fingers deep inside her pussy. She held herself like this for what seemed minutes as she slowly came down from the feeling. She opened her eyes and looked down as she withdrew her wet and slimy fingers. She lifted her hand to her mouth and slowly sucked the stickiness from her fingers. Oh yes, did it taste good. She stared out of the windscreen, relieved she was still alone in the corner, she breathed heavily, relieved that as she had lost herself in fantasy no one else had parked close by.

Emma looked down again, her panties were soaked and the wetness had soaked through onto the seat. She shrugged thinking she would have to get the fabric cleaner out once she was home. She lifted her arse and rearranged her wet panties back into their correct shape and as she dropped back into the seat pulled her skirt back down. She looked up at the rear view mirror, she looked flushed as she smiled to herself. She exhaled deeply, flipped the seat back into the driving position, spun the keys and the engine fired to life. OK she was ready now to head for home and back to normality.

Becky stood still watching him turn the corner and disappear from view. She opened her bag and searched for a mirror. She found it and held it up to her face. It was certainly a mess, some of her make-up had run and there were a few strands of cum on her face and around her lips. She used the handkerchief to wipe the cum away and took her time to sort out her mascara. She did not feel good with herself, she had let her desire for a big cock lead her into a difficult situation. For sure it could have been worse, but it was still not good. Maybe she had learnt a difficult life lesson the hard way and she needed to take more control of her sexual desires and expectations in the future.

Becky put everything back in her bag and picked up the guy's handkerchief, she smiled as she lifted the lid of the bin and dropped it in. Well at least she knew what a big cock felt like in her mouth, relieved that it had not been inside her pussy or arse. Maybe she should be content with those average sized cocks she was used to. She started to walk towards the gap between the buildings and on towards the High Street and the bus home.

What might tomorrow bring.............

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Pete writes Tue 30 Apr 2024 08:58:

developing nicely, hope there's a part 3 in the works......

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