A Cut above the Rest
written by:
Medellin

Tom crossed the road towards the smoke glass windows of the hairdressers for his late afternoon appointment. He had regularly used the same place for years and always enjoyed the environment with its mix of young and more mature ladies. They would be massaging his scalp as they washed his hair, bringing him a coffee and generally they would be passing in the background in the mirror. They always dressed the same in colour - black - but how they all interpreted black was another thing. Claire who always cut his hair was smart and feisty, her dyed blond hair cut slightly differently each time he attended. He enjoyed their chats and if ever, and it would never be, there was an opportunity he would have wanted to give her the full length of his fuck stick. He was sure she would be exciting and adventurous and he knew her lips were just meant to suck cock and were probably very experienced at the art.

As he pushed at the glass door this recurring fantasy was already in his mind. He entered the salon and saw to his surprise it seemed empty of clients. Sitting behind the reception desk was Janice, the owner, to greet him.

"Hello Tom" she smiled "So pleased you could make your appointment". Tom smiled back, he had always fancied Janice. She was mature, late 40's, fit for her age, always dressed stylish and expensive and always immaculately made up, today was no different. From Claire, he knew the story of her divorce, the impact on the finances of the chain of salons and her reputation with men.

"Janice, what a pleasant surprise to see you sitting there, where is everyone?" he asked in a quizzical way.

"We had a quiet day, not too many appointments and it was an opportunity to let the girls off early. I hope you don't mind". Rob nodded and she continued. "I know you like how Claire cuts for you, but I hoped you would not mind if it was me who attended to your needs today?" She smiled and stood up, moving out from behind the desk.

Like everyone she was dressed in black, but somehow it looked even better on her than anyone. She wore a well shaped blouse, tight enough to accentuate her ample breasts but not too tight as to look as is she had bought a size too small to look cheap and tarty. The top buttons open so that a hint of cleavage was exposed. She wore tight black jeans that that tapered into a pair of black leather boots.

Tom just froze. An empty salon, Janice looking so hot, was he dreaming or could this be a one in a million chance.

"Tom come over here and let me put the robe on you" She beckoned to him as she took the wrap around robe from the closet. Tom eased his arms into the protective robe. Janice moved around in front of him.

"Let me do that" she said softly as she tied the tape around his waist, leaning in close. Tom could smell the expensive perfume. "That's better" she said stepping back, "Let's get your hair washed" as she lead the way to the row of basins. Tom sat down and she put a towel around his neck easing his head back into the recess in the shaped bowl. Tom heard the tap turn on and her hands testing the water. Then she turned the tap off.

"Just a minute if you don't mind Tom" she said as she walked out from behind the bowl and walked back towards the front of the salon. Tom could not move, all he could hear was some rustling and clicking and then Janice returned. Smiling as she passed. Tom was not sure but he thought that her blouse hung a little more open than before, he was sure she had undone a couple more buttons and her red bra was clearly visible as was a more pronounced cleavage and the tops of her ample breasts mounds.

"Sorry for that Tom", she turned the taps on again. "I thought I had better lock to door as we are alone" Janice emphasised the word alone. "We are out of sight of the till and I did not want anyone to steal the takings" she changed subject as she directed the jet of water onto Tom's hair. "Is that Ok for you, not too hot for you?". Tom was not sure what was hotter, the water, Janice or his fast hardening cock. Especially now that Janice had locked the door! Was it a real excuse? Was he about to find out?

"No. everything is just fine. He replied, thinking how hot he would like everything to be. He tried to make conversation like he would normally do with the young trainees who usually washed hair. "Do you wash and cut frequently or just to train the girls?" he enquired trying to create a distraction from the growing bulge in his trousers that he was sure Janice must have already noticed.

"I still have my regulars that want my special attention". Tom wondered what that might mean. She continued. "I like to teach the trainees, they have so much to learn", she paused then continued "about customer service. You know how to relax the customers". Relaxed was the last thing Tom felt, his cock was hard and as always when this happened not quite in the most comfortable position, how he wanted to adjust it but that was impossible without drawing attention to it.

"So how would you relax a customer?" enquired Tom playing along.

"Well that all depends on knowing what they want" Tom could feel her hands gently rubbing the water into his scalp. She continued "Some like to sit in silence and truly relax, for others relaxing might be sharing something, often it can be quite explicit". She paused as she turned the tap off and rubbed in the shampoo. As she turned the tap on again to wash out the shampoo she continued. "That's just the ladies." She paused "I then have to teach them how to handle the men". Tom hung on every word. "For some men their regular visit can be quite erotic for them, especially the older men who perhaps don't get that close to a young girl at any other time. We have to teach the girls to be vigilant and careful". Janice was now massaging in the conditioner, the part that always excited Tom the most, her style was soft and gentle, unlike some of the younger girls who were sometimes massaged a lot rougher. Tom often wondered if they treated their boyfriend's cocks in the same rough way.

Janice leant in close and he caught another whiff of perfume. "Sometimes" she confided, "Do you know they play with themselves under their robes". Tom was feeling decidedly uncomfortable. Janice continued, "That can be embarrassing for everyone and the trouble is that one or two of the young girls encourage them just for the fun of it. You know, brushing up close, lightly touching them. I especially have problems with young Megan, she is a very willing pupil and learning quickly, but she is just obsessed with cock all the time".

Tom knew his cock was rock hard and the bulge must be clear to Janice by now. Thinking about Megan made it even harder, she was always making remarks that could be taken as a come on and she had the dirtiest laugh ever. He could feel Janice breathing heavily as she rubbed hard into his scalp. The tension was growing between them, they both knew what could happen next.

"So tell me Janice" the first time he had used her name, "How would you handle a situation like that. You would not encourage it surely, with all your experience?"

Janice stopped massaging his scalp, "Well let me think about it". She turned the water on again and he felt the soft rain of water on his hair and then the return of the fingers easing across his scalp. He could smell the perfume again, she was close. He could hear the breathing, she was excited. The water stopped.

Tom could feel her breathing heavily, he felt the towel on his head as she started to rub his hair dry. Janice started to answer, slowly, almost lost for words, "I think it would depend on the person, err well, I am not sure, I mean, it is flattering to know that washing and drying a man's hair can make him aroused" she paused, breathed heavily again and continued "errr, I mean, I am sure it could happen to you, couldn't it?" Tom knew where this was going, but just how to handle it? She rubbed at his hair, the silence cutting between them.

Tom responded, "I'm sorry, Janice I am not sure what you mean. What makes you think I might get aroused by what you are doing?". He was sure she was rubbing harder with the towel and he could smell her heavy perfume and her laboured breathing.

She spoke again "Claire, err Claire and Megan have both noticed, err commented, that they can often see the outline of your, your err" she was stumbling over her words, so unlike the cool confident stylish Janice. "Your err, well, your large hard cock". She almost pulled the towel away with a flourish as she blurted out the word cock. So thought Tom the girls had noticed the effect they had on him and had even told Janice, or maybe they all liked to discuss cock in their coffee breaks. But once again it seemed to be young Megan who was the one.

"Oh Janice, you are so naughty" he responded, now feeling totally in control and knowing exactly where this was leading. "Did you send the girls home early just to check me out for yourself?" He looked up at the mirror opposite. Janice was looking flushed, her hands placed either side of his head, her fingers slowly sliding through his wet hair. "I think you may have caused the same effect as young Megan and Claire my favourite sexy blond stylist" He smiled to himself as he could see her slowly nodding in the mirror. "Can you see the outline?" he continued, she nodded again. "Janice, Is it big enough for an experienced", he repeated the word, "experienced lady, like yourself?. She nodded again, he could see her bend forward, he could smell her perfume, he could feel her breath on his neck. He felt her lips on the side of his neck. "Janice, honey, do you want my cock, go on tell me yes".

Her lips were now all over his neck, her fingers wildly pushing through his hair "Yes, shit yes, fuck yes, now please" he heard her whisper. She moved out from behind him. As she walked around the basins to face him, he could see she was excited, her eyes were open, her mouth dry, she licked at her lips. She was like a bitch on heat. She moved her hands up to her blouse and unbuttoned it fully, pulling out the tails from her trousers. As she let it hand open, he could see her ample breasts, held in place by the red bra, straining beautiful orbs, well sized and inviting.

Her eyes pleaded as she spoke "Tom, give me that cock please, let me hold it, suck it, feel it inside me. Tom I want cock right now please". She dropped to her knees and placed her hands on his thighs, slowly she pushed her hands up his legs towards the bulge in the gown. One hand rested on the raised mound the other slipped between his legs rubbing under gap seeking out his balls. Her eyes pleading with him, her lips breaking into a broad smile the moment her hand reached the stiff object of her desire.

Her hand slowly rubbed the length of Tom's cock and she gasped. Her other hand left searching for his cum sacks and pulled the gown open. Janice shuffled forward on her knees and the two hands reached up towards the belt buckle that held the key to exposing the stick of hot meat that she could see pushing hard against the fabric.

Tom looked down as Janice slowly unbuckled his belt and flipped the button at the top of his trousers. She smiled up at him as he heard the sound of his fly zip as she slowly eased it open.

Tom spoke "Wait he said" as he lifted his arse off the chair. Janice understood straight away and her hands went up to the waistband of his trousers and she struggled to ease them down. Slowly she eased his trousers down his legs, his cock still constrained within his Y fronts came through the open front of his trousers. He eased himself back down as Janice lowered his trousers past his knees.

Her breathing still heavy, she returned to the object of her desire and let her fingers brush the constrained cock in her quest to free the beast. She rolled the top of Y fronts down and his fuck stick sprung loose and into her vision for the first time. Janice first gasped and then closed her fingers quickly and tightly around her prize. Tom felt her gentle fingers rubbing up and down its substantial length, her finger nails touching its sensitive head. He closed his eyes and relaxed as her fingers explored the hot meat and she let out a series of low squeaks and moans, almost purring like a cat.

After a while Tom felt her hand squeeze hard at the base and then he felt a new and different sensation as her lips closed around the tip and he felt her tongue start to probe. He felt her lips slide further down its length, her hot breath and tongue driving new sensations to his mind as her saliva covered his cock in a sticky lubricant goo.

Tom lay back his eyes shut as Janice expertly worked his cock with her lips and tongue, never had he been blown like this before, the lady was such an expert. The sensations in his throbbing cock were reaching overload, his hips slowly moving in time with her as she raised and lowered her head. As the sensation grew stronger he felt his hands, as if on auto pilot move to her head slowly pressing it down, aching for her to take more and more of its length between her hot and sensual lips.

He pushed her head down further, she gagged, pulled her head up and his cock sprung loose, red, knarled, foreskin pulled back and dripping with saliva. Janice was almost panting with expectation. She looked up at Tom her blouse hanging open. Slowly she removed her blouse without their eyes loosing contact, she slipped her bras straps from her shoulders. Her hands reached behind her as they unclipping her bra. She moved her hands back round to the front onto the bra cups as she let them fall away exposing her firm round breasts. As she dropped the bra to her side, Tom saw her large dark nipples, taught and excited.

Janice shuffled forward again closer to Tom, reached out for his hard cock she pulled it in towards her cleavage. Tom realised what was going to happen next, his cock told him it would not take long before he would climax.

Janice was almost panting as her hands squeezed her breasts closed around Tom's stiff and swollen cock. She smiled up at him as she raised her body, his cock sliding almost out of site between her breasts.

"Please squirt your cum for me, please" she gasped, as his cock came back into view its foreskin stretched back, its shiny helmet exposed. "Please spill your juice all over me" she pleaded her lips seeking out the tip of his cock as she pushed it higher between her breasts.

Tom felt her tongue lightly brush against the sensitive tip of his cock, and then again he felt his cock fall away between her smothering breasts. Again and again this happened each time with growing excitement, noise and passion. His eyes wide open Tom could see that Janice had reached the point of no return, suddenly he let out an animal grunt.

Janice screamed out as the first spurt of cum left the tip of his cock like a geyser with the pressure suddenly released. Tom's cock gushed more streams of thick cum, like never before as his cock felt like it had exploded. Janice made an assortment of noises as her face, hair and neck were plastered with strings of sticky thick hot cum. As Tom looked down his twitching cock, out of his control. It kept emitting more but smaller strands as Janice kept squeezing it tighter into the gap in her cleavage, with ecstatic squeals.

Janice dropped her lips again onto his throbbing cock as she worked hard to suck the last drops off the tip. As she raised her face to Tom with a broad smile he could see the mess his cum had created. He lips were covered in his spunk, strands stuck in her hair, one eye was almost closed by a large white deposit. Down her cheeks and neck he could see drops and dribbles slowly extending with gravity, but it was her breasts and especially the cock filled cleavage that had taken the heaviest load, with thick white dollops of his cum the size of coins and small drips both in evidence.

"Oh Tom", she sighed heavily, "That was fantastic, I feel so dirty, like a real cum slut". She drew her finger up to her lips and pushed a strand of cum into her mouth as her tongue helped it in. She swallowed and smiled back at him. "Ooohh delicious" She sighed again as she leant back letting his cock go free. Her fingers traced across her cum covered breasts, playing with the mess. She continued "my girls were right when they identified your cock as the one that we should discover. You have a lot of admirers you know. Claire has been waiting for you to make an approach for ages". Tom could not believe it. The stylist he had lusted over every time he had entered the salon wanting to be fucked, that would all change for sure at the next appointment. Janice continued, still playing with his cum deposits, "and as for Megan, well we all know she can't get enough young cock to satisfy her lust. But she needs a good fucking from a mature man to show her what real sex and not poke your stick in and jiggle it till it comes sex, is like. Would you like to do her?" she concluded.

Tom nodded, as his cock started to soften. "Janice", he started, "of course I would, she always looks so ready for it, with her big dark, come to bed eyes always heavily made up, her dirty laugh and that sassy slim body. She sure knows how to display it to its best".

He heard a low dirty laugh from behind him that he recognised. He turned in the chair and leaning against the staff room door, stood a slim girl with long curly blond hair, dressed in a slinky long black scooped necked singlet, smoking a cigarette.

"Oh fuck me", Tom exclaimed "Megan"........................ TO BE CONTINUED.