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A New Outlook On Life


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 if's, if you know what I mean. He
probably was about to pop the question. It happened at work. (first time sex
at work 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, the owners wife and the owner. He and his wife were
an ass and a bitch. I was eighteen at the time. We 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 its only five
minutes to closing. Dana said she would do the haircut but she had to get her
kid from day care and get home to her 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 lbs. 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 that just sat in my chair was real hansom. A banker/businessman
type. He was old enough to be my father. I suspect he was around forty years
old. He wore a pressed dress shirt and tie with dark slacks. He threw his
sports 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 to cut hair and move
it around. After a minute or two into the cut I was moving the stool and had
bent over. He reached out and caressed my but. I jumped and said "Hey" very
loudly. 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 serious, that will cost you extra. He said how about I double the
price. I said "NOOOOO". He said ok, 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 lets
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
fool of money. He pulled out a twenty. I said its thirty with the hair cut. So
he pulled out a ten. I stuffed the money in my pocket turned around and
unclasped my bra (it was a front clasp) underneath my vest and 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 if I ever thought about cutting hair
topless. I just gave a loud laugh, "Huh!". He asked how much? How much for the
top? I said that would cost you at least fifty more dollars thinking somewhat
it was a joke. He pulls his wallet out and hands me two more twenties and a
ten. I just stand there. He says "well?" I was seeing dollar signs know and
that jeep was getting closer. I grabbed the money and unbuttoned my vest and
tost it in 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 but 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 doe. After all even
with a topless haircut he was already paying eighty dollars. He didn't have
that much hair. He calmly pulls out his wallet and hands me a fresh crisp
hundred dollar bill. I just stand their shaking with that bill in my hands. I
am scared now but I have 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
have to remove my shoes and socks so I sit in the style chair I threw my vest
and bra on. The man just keeps staring at me. As I am pulling off my jeans my
panties almost come down too, with the tightness. Now I am really shaking.
Standing there in my black lace thong panties. All that is covering me is a
small triangle of lace in front held by a string going high over my waist and
connected to a string going down threw the cheeks of my but. I can verily
finish his bangs. I was sure he was staring at my ass in the mirror as I am
leaning over him cutting his bangs. I walk around with him eyeing me up. I undo
the top of the cape and buzz his neckline shaking like I was standing in the
cold. I finished up although I was worried I would cut him. I then brush the
hair clipping off his neck and remove the cape. I about jump 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 6 inch hard on. I
screamed a slight bit and he just smiled. He asked "Ok, How much for a facial."
I was so nervous that I thought he was wanting me to do a cream facial on his
face (for removal of facial wrinkles). I don't give facials I replied. He said
no I want to give you one. I then realized what he was talking about. I just
stood there. He said "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 their. 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 of shot off at least
three big spurts. I reached up and 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 bobbing my head on his prick. When it came to
erection 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
myself looking back in the mirror mounted at the station. The white cum 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 moose on them. I looked at
his face as he pumped me from behind. I could see the whole shop from in the
mirror. It just sunk in that I was at work. It also sunk in that I was a real
slut. Cum 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 threw 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". With 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
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 and he pumped himself into me hard. I
exploded. I yelled out at the top of my lungs as my third orgasm shook my body
as his dick pumped into my pussy. After his dick quit throbbing he pulled out
of me and I fell back into the style chair that he had his hair cut in. I was
exhausted. He pulled up his slacks and 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 starring 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 cum 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 at the end of the week) I
cleaned up the hair in the floor. Before I cleaned the cum 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
for the new love of my life, a brand new green CJ7 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.

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