The owner of the hair salon

I initially chose this beauty salon not because the owner was particularly skilled, 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. Getting 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. After going there more often and becoming more familiar with them, I would chat and joke with them. 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 engage in much conversation. After each haircut, I would usually get a facial. The first few times, the younger woman did it for me, but her technique wasn't very good, and the massage wasn't comfortable at all.
After going to this salon for about a few months, the owner, as usual, asked me if I wanted a facial after my haircut. I complained about the younger woman's poor technique, and the owner said, "Then I'll do it for you." I said okay, let's see your skills.
Sure enough, the proprietress was better than the younger woman; her technique was skilled, and during the massage after the wash, 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, but 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, saying I was naughty. When she massaged my hands, my movements became more aggressive, moving around more vigorously, clearly stroking her thighs. Since she was wearing a very short, thin skirt, I was practically touching her thighs directly.
She must have sensed 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 inner thigh, almost touching my penis.
My penis was already quite erect, she could probably see it completely, but she didn't avoid it, massaging my inner thigh longer than usual. While massaging my calf, she pulled up my trouser leg, laughing at the thick hair on my legs. I said, "Men with hair like that have stronger sexual abilities, do you believe it?" She laughed and lightly slapped me, bending my calf and leaning close, I could feel her full breasts occasionally brushing against my calf. I knew the time was right. When she massaged my left hand again, I took advantage of her moment and squeezed her large breast forcefully. She pretended to be angry and slapped my face. I grabbed her hands, sat up, and pulled her into my arms, groping her breasts 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 became rapid, and she became aroused, clinging tightly to me. I lifted 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 masturbate. To stop assaulting her breasts, I pushed up her shirt, unhooked her bra, and freely squeezed and fondled her full, firm breasts.
After a long, passionate encounter, I sensed she was fully aroused. I moved my hand to her lower body, touching her buttocks and vulva. She pushed my hand away, whispering that there were other people downstairs (the massage bed was in the attic, tightly enclosed by a curtain because of the air conditioning; 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 my weight against 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.
I sucked on her nipple, and she moaned softly, clinging to me tighter and closing her eyes. I made her take off her panties, lifted her skirt, spread her legs, and inserted my already erect penis. She trembled, biting her lip tightly, afraid to make a sound. Meanwhile, the girls downstairs were playing music and moving around, while I was having a passionate encounter with their boss upstairs. I stood beneath the massage bed. She was half-reclined, her legs spread wide, one dangling over the edge as I thrust into her.
She was clearly enjoying it, her face flushed, moaning softly. Her vagina was smooth, warm, and tight, very wet, making thrusting easy and incredibly pleasurable. After nearly a hundred thrusts, I climbed onto the massage bed, raising her legs even higher, grabbing her breasts with both hands, and attacking 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 then actively twisted her body to meet my thrusts. I quickly felt myself ejaculating and pulled my penis out. She was still lost in ecstasy, unwilling to let me leave even for a moment, and soon grabbed my penis again and thrust it back in.
I pulled her up and had her straddle me, facing me. She swayed her large, white buttocks, moving passionately, the sounds of our intercourse clearly audible. She didn't seem to care if her lower body heard, frantically stroking my penis. I felt her speed increasing; after a few desperate thrusts, she clung tightly to me, her vagina contracting sharply, and finally, she climaxed. I gently placed her back on the massage bed, pressing her firmly against me as I thrust forcefully. Soon, I couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated my thick semen into her vagina.
Afterward, 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 it wasn't always possible. 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 out. I was in the middle of it all, and despite her struggles, I went even harder. She probably found it even more exciting and quickly came. I guess when she went downstairs to talk to her husband, my semen was flowing out of her vagina.

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