The owner of the hair salon

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I initially chose this beauty salon not because the owner's skills were particularly good, but because I found her quite attractive. The owner was a woman around 30 years old, tall, with fair skin, and a voluptuous, sexy figure. Having a haircut with such a voluptuous woman was quite comfortable.

Besides the owner, there were two other young women working there. Usually, the younger women would wash my hair while the owner cut it. At first, I had no ulterior motives; it was just a normal haircut. But after going there more often and getting to know them better, I would chat with them and joke around. One of the shampoo girls was rather flirtatious, often initiating suggestive topics. I would also tell them subtle jokes to make them laugh. The owner wasn't very outgoing; she would usually just smile and not really engage in conversation. After each haircut, I would usually get a facial. The first few times, the younger woman did my facial, but her technique wasn't very good, and the massage wasn't comfortable at all.

About a few months after I started getting my hair cut at this salon, the proprietress, as usual, asked if I wanted a facial

after my haircut. I complained that the younger woman's skills weren't good, and the proprietress said, "Then I'll do it for you." I said, "Okay, let me see your skills." Sure enough, the proprietress was better than the younger woman; her technique was skillful, and during the massage afterward, she was more relaxed than the younger woman, placing my hands on her thighs without grabbing them. This allowed me to pretend to move and stroke her thighs, and she didn't seem to object. What surprised me even more was that during the back massage, she straddled my back, in a style similar to Thai massage.

When she sat on me, I could clearly feel her soft, warm buttocks making full contact with me, which gradually aroused my interest. I deliberately tested her with words, and she didn't seem to mind; in fact, she seemed to be quite responsive. I felt like I had a chance.

The next time I went, I didn't get a haircut; I specifically asked the proprietress to wash my face. During the wash, I kept testing and teasing her. She giggled, not at all averse, and occasionally patted me affectionately, calling me naughty. When she massaged my hands, my movements became more aggressive, moving around quite vigorously. It was obvious I was touching her thighs, and since she was wearing a very short, thin skirt, I was practically touching her thighs directly.

She must have been aware of it, but pretended not to, which gave me even more confidence. She was wearing a low-cut t-shirt, revealing a large expanse of alluring white skin at the chest, her two full breasts pushing the shirt high, bouncing with each stroke. After massaging my right hand, she continued massaging my right leg, pressing very close to my groin, almost touching my penis.

My penis was already quite erect; she could probably see it completely, but she didn't avoid it, pressing on my groin for longer than usual. While massaging my calves, she pulled up my trouser leg and laughed at the thick, bushy hair on my legs. I said, "Men with that kind of hair are more sexually active, do you believe it?" She laughed and lightly slapped me, bending my legs up and leaning close. I could feel her full breasts occasionally brushing against my calves. I knew the time was right. When she moved to my left side to massage my left hand, I took advantage of her moment and squeezed her large breast forcefully. She pretended to be annoyed and slapped my face. I grabbed her hands, sat up, and pulled her into my arms, groping her chest with one hand.

She struggled, but I held her tighter, kissing her earlobe and telling her I loved her. Soon she stopped moving, letting me kiss and caress her. Gradually, her breathing quickened, and she became aroused, clinging tightly to me. I first picked her up, and we stood embracing. I took her hand and made her grasp my erect penis. She flinched for a moment, then grabbed it and began to stroke it. I then attacked her breasts, pushing up her shirt and unhooking her bra, freely kneading and fondling her full, firm breasts.

We lingered like this for a long time, and I felt she was completely aroused. I moved my hands to her lower body, touching her buttocks and clitoris. At this moment, she pushed my hands away and whispered that there were people downstairs (the massage bed was in the attic, and because of the air conditioning, it was tightly covered by a curtain, so you couldn't see downstairs, but you could hear the sounds from above). I wasn't about to let her go. I pulled her down onto the bed, pressing down on her soft body, and squeezed her breasts even harder. Her nipples were small, and although she had given birth, they weren't sagging; they felt wonderful to the touch.

I suckled at her nipple, and she moaned softly, clinging to me tighter and closing her eyes. I made her take off her panties, lifted her skirt, and raised her legs, inserting my already erect penis. She trembled, biting her lip to stifle a sound. Meanwhile, the girls downstairs were playing music and moving around, but I was having a passionate encounter with their boss in the attic. I stood under the massage bed; she was half-reclined, legs spread wide, one dangling over the edge, being vigorously thrust into.

She was clearly enjoying it, her face flushed, moaning softly. Her vagina was smooth, warm, tight, and very wet, making penetration easy and incredibly pleasurable. After nearly a hundred thrusts, I climbed onto the massage bed, raised her legs higher, grabbed her breasts with both hands, and attacked the depths of her vagina even more deeply. She couldn't take it anymore and let me lie on top of her, which made her vagina feel even tighter. She actively twisted her body to meet my thrusts. I quickly felt I was about to ejaculate and hurriedly pulled out my penis. She was in a daze and wouldn't let me leave for a moment, quickly grabbing my penis and inserting it again.

I pulled her up and had her sit facing me astride my lap. She moved her big white buttocks, moving passionately, and I could hear the "slap slap" of intercourse. She didn't care that her lower body could hear it and frantically moved her penis. I felt her speed getting faster and faster. After a few desperate thrusts, she hugged me tightly, her vagina contracted tightly, and she finally ejaculated. I gently placed her limp body back on the massage bed, pressed myself against her, and thrust vigorously. I quickly lost control and ejaculated my thick semen into her vagina.
Afterwards, she didn't ask for money, but I preferred money to feelings, so I gave her 100 yuan, which she accepted without a word. From then on, I would go to her whenever I wanted, but not every time. Sometimes she was busy and didn't have time to wash my face, so I couldn't have sex with her.

The most exciting time was when we were having sex in the attic when her husband came in. Hearing him talking to his sister, she panicked and tried to make me pull away. I was in the heat of the moment and, ignoring her struggles, thrust even harder. She probably found it more exciting and quickly climaxed. I guess when she went downstairs to talk to her husband, my semen was flowing out of her vagina.

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