The Pussy Pouch

THE PUSSY POUCH

This is intended as a series of stories linked through the staff at the Pussy Pouch hair salon. The salon exists, the people exist just the names and location have been changed and the sexual adventures invented!

Part 1 Martin sat with his hands around his coffee cup in one of the client chairs, slowly swinging it left and right. It was early Monday morning and the staff of his salon - The Pussy Pouch - would be arriving in the next few minutes through the staff entrance at the back. The blinds were still drawn at the front of the salon. As he sat there Martin was reflecting on how life and the business had got to this point for him.

It had now been six months since his divorce from his wife Gemma who had been the co-owner of the salon too. It had been Reba his salon manager and senior stylist who had alerted him to her affair. The surprise was not her affair, but how he found out. Reba and Gemma were besties, they had trained together and he had first met them together at an awards dinner to celebrate the end of their training. It was a wild night that the three of them would never forget, the two ladies competing all night for his attention. Back then, on this first night together was not sure which of the two was his favourite, but as time went on it was Gemma who came to the fore, but Reba had always been there in the shadows. So when a few years later he and Gemma, by then married, had decided to open The Pussy Pouch it was Reba they asked to become their first employee and she had stayed with them ever since. Over time they had enjoyed so many nights out together as a foursome with Reba and husband Greg. Martin had always thought the two women were so close.

So when it was Reba who had hinted to him about Gemma's affair it was even more of a surprise, A betrayal of her friend, she did not have to tell him but he guessed maybe she owed more loyalty to him than he thought. He was sure that she had always been loyal and faithful to Greg. Reba had certainly let the others in the salon know she did not share their loose morals when it came to cheating with men. Certainly now he could never doubt her loyalty to him as either a close friend or employee. She had certainly carried the business over the last few months since the divorce.

The divorce had not only distracted him from the business, but had made him much more introverted and reserved than before and without Reba there managing his staff and the salon it would have been a disaster.

But at least in the last few weeks things had improved. Reba had managed the loss of young trainee Poppy after the unexpected announcement that she was pregnant. Reba had told him it was just as much a surprise to Poppy as she was not sure which of the many young men she had had sex with was actually the father! The arrival of Sarah as her replacement had gone well especially as she seemed to hit it off instantly with Becca the other trainee. Reba as always with her finger on the pulse, had commented several times that if they put as much effort into work as they did in discussing sex efficiency in the salon would rocket up faster than the two of them could harden a cock. How he had relied on Reba and how much he owed her! Could he ever pay her back?

This morning was the next step forward with the arrival of Philippa de Cannes as a new Stylist. Martin had never met her as he had once again left it in Reba's hands to recruit an additional Stylist to cover the increasing number of customers. Indeed it would also allow him to step back from some of his current customers and get more involved in managing the salon, managing his "Pouch full of Pussy" that Gemma had always done before.

He felt he was now ready to take back some of the workload from Reba, All he knew was that Reba was impressed with Philippa who had experience with Toni & Guy in one of their most elite salons in Pimlico, an upmarket district in Central London. Reba had said she had proved to be by far the best stylist of those she reviewed, but had one concern. That was that Philippa might be too high class for both the rest of the team and the customers in a provincial town. It seemed she was originally from the area and moving back to the town after ten years working in London. He understood she had the posh London accent that went with her apparent stylish attire at the interview. How would this fit with his two Senior Stylists Michelle and Bella, both of whom were local ladies, but maybe from a very different background?

Michelle like himself was recently divorced but whereas it had knocked him back into his shell. It seemed Michelle saw this as liberation and started clubbing with a mix of friends married and single, all of whom were Pussy Pouch clients because of her presence as a stylist. Martin had noticed that recently she had started to flirt a bit with him and for sure she was attractive with her long black hair and well toned gym body.

The other Senior Stylist, Bella was just a slutty, not too bright, dyed blonde. She was a fine example of the stereotype, but an excellent stylist. She was married to Mike a truck driver who was often away. They had two young daughters who seemed to spend a lot of time being looked after my Bella's mum. It would be a fair assessment to say that neither Bella nor Mike had been totally faithful to each other and Bella certainly liked a good time. Martin was also aware that at times she created an unwanted hardness for him as she often dressed in a very revealing, if not downright slutty way with short skirts and tight tops often displaying a disproportionate amount of cleavage. But as well as a hard cock, Martin had a soft spot for her as well. With her pleading puppy dog eyes, her "Martin you sweetie" and a quick hug routine always had the dual effect of hitting his soft spot and creating a hard one at the same time!

The only other member of the team was young Emma, originally a trainee she had stayed the course, unlike Poppy and was proving a great addition to the team. She had an interesting personal client list with a high proportion of young men. He was certain that with her substantial breasts and bubbly chatter they were looking in the mirror all the time. What they might be doing under the robes that covered them was not for him to consider as long as they came back and paid for a regular session with Emma, whatever that session was for them! Emma had commented in the past that more than a few had asked her for a date, but she was engaged and very much in love with her boyfriend.

His contemplation was broken by the sound of a knock on the back door to the salon. The door was always unlocked at the start of the day so he knew it was not one of the team. Martin opened the door to be met by a tall, slim good looking lady, with immaculate make up and shiny long dark hair and an engaging smile. Martin stepped back surely this could not be Philippa?

Indeed it was, Philippa introduced herself with an air of confidence in a very posh accent holding out her hand for him to shake. He squeezed the long slender fingers capped by immaculate pink painted nails as he tried to recover his composure. What had Reba done? It felt like the Queen of Sheba was about to enter what to him sometimes felt and smelt a bit like his private brothel.

Martin ushered Philippa into the salon, not quite sure where to start. First he apologised that he had not been at the interview personally but that he had total confidence in Reba. Philippa smiled and said that he should not worry and that he should call her Philly as Philippa always sounded a bit too posh to her. That seemed an understatement to Martin with her refined accent. They had not talked any further when the door opened and in rushed Reba, apologising for not being there to introduce the two of them to each other. Philly put on her wide beaming smile and with her assured style repeated the mantra to Reba not to worry herself.

Martin was relieved at Reba's arrival as he was having difficulty coming to terms with the idea that Philly was going to be in his salon every day from now on. Before the others started to arrive he excused himself as he had to get started in the office, assuring Philly she was in good hands. He picked up his coffee cup and stopped and turned. Suggesting maybe he could take Philly to lunch today and chat more then. But only if it fitted with Reba's plan, At this Philly smiled and answered first saying it would be delightful. Reba already on the back foot nodded agreement.

Martin closed the office door behind him and exhaled deeply. He was already thinking that from the staff perspective maybe this might not have been Reba's best decision. How and indeed, would Philly fit in with the team? He could see the prospect of new business she might bring - maybe a different sort of client but it could impact on the dynamic given the rest of the team. But he had to let time and Reba's experience and judgement sort that, after all his first impressions might be wrong.

But that was his business head talking, his cock had other thoughts. Philly was a classy, stylish, stunner. He was recently divorced and she seemed exactly what the doctor had ordered to relieve his tension, one way or another. But he had always had a clear understanding with Gemma about business and pleasure not mixing and up until now he had always been able to stand back from temptation and see his employees as valued parts of the business not opportunities to get laid.

Through the closed office door he knew that the staff had all arrived as he could hear the laughter from their Monday morning coffee session that they always shared before opening the salon and starting the week. Gemma always used to use this time to communicate with everyone and Reba had continued the idea. Martin had always kept away because as Gemma had often told him, when it's just girlies everyone shares much more, especially about their weekends and maybe some comments a man should not hear about some of the things they got up to. Gemma always said it gave her a good idea of where the staff were at with their relationships which helped her to manage the personal side of the business and identify potential problems early. He guessed that was a woman thing and best left alone.

Reba had introduced Philly to the team and Philly had explained that she had recently returned from ten years working in London but kept any personal details to herself. Why should they know the reason why she just had to get away from her job and her man at the same time. Perhaps she would share more in the future when she knew them all better.

Reba kept the meeting short, finished her coffee and suggested they check the salon over one more time before opening. She was tired and felt uncomfortable, Greg's cum was still oozing into her soaking panties, If only she had had the foresight to carry a spare pair. But rushing to get to the salon before Philly arrived had been the only thing on her mind after their early morning fuck.

Greg had been away for a couple of days visiting his widowed mother. Reba had not gone as she had never seen eye to eye with her mother-in-law. Greg had got back late on Sunday night and had wanted sex. Reba had declined saying that with Philly starting the next day she wanted to be up early. Reba new that once Greg got hard, she would get excited too and they would most likely be at it all night long. Greg joked that in that case he might have to be up early too!

He was not joking, as Reba awoke early in the morning she felt the hardness of his morning wood pushing against her arse cheeks. Greg was already awake and curled around behind her. Slowly his hands started to massage her breasts. She felt the touch of his lips on the back of her neck. Her nipples became hard at his caressing. Reba knew then that before she could leave for work, let alone leave her bed she and Greg would fuck. She wanted it just as much as she could feel he did. She rolled over to face her husband, they locked mouths in a passionate kiss, Reba feeling his tongue jousting with hers as her breathing became deeper as the excitement rose as she felt his hardness pressing against her stomach. Reba smiled and told him to get on with it or she would be late for work. Reba always enjoyed their sex, it was never wild or kinky in any way, but she just loved the feeling of Greg's cock inside her, filling her, pumping his spunk deep inside her. He was her man and no one else could have him!

Greg needed no further encouragement as he rolled Reba onto her back and lifted himself kneeling either side of her legs. He lowered his chest against her breasts and as his head dropped their lips met in a long and passionate kiss, Reba was moving under him trying to stimulate her nipples against his hairy body, she moaned and told him to fuck her as hard as he could. He dropped his hips and felt Reba grasp at his cock and guide it towards her hot and already wet pussy. Greg thrust forward, his cock penetrated Reba's body and she shrieked out an expletive! He eased back and thrust again this time significantly harder, penetrating her deeper than before. With his third thrust, Reba felt the sensation she knew well as his balls struck her for the first time as she took his entire length inside her.

The sex was not exciting just pleasurable and necessary for both of them. Reba knew it had to be quick as she needed to get to work, Greg just needed to release the frustration in his cock and balls having not fucked Reba all weekend. It was all grunts, expletives and encouragement as Greg's rhythm and power increased. How good she felt with his cock inside her, if only they could spend all day like this. But Greg was building fast to his climax. He grunted and said he was cumming just at the moment Reba felt the sensation of the first jet of his release spread deep inside her, then more as his cock almost on autopilot sprayed spunk like a machine gun inside her. They lay still for a couple of minutes in silence, Reba could feel Greg slowly softening inside her, eventually he pulled out and rolled over onto his back as the silence continued.

As Reba lay in the silence, looking up at the ceiling, she started to reflect on how she had hooked up with Greg originally. It started after she had lost out on Martin to Gemma. Martin had preferred the slim blonde Gemma to the curves and delights of the redhead that she was then and remained today. Men were different for sure. Some liked the slimmer figure, "Leg Men" others were more attracted to a fuller figure "Breast men". She smiled to herself, they might like the slim blondes but those slim blondes could never give a man a good titty fuck like she and others like her could!

Fortunately, not long after Greg had come along, a man who knew how to enjoy what she could offer. The four of them enjoyed a great friendship and like all close girlfriends she and Gemma had shared with each other about their own men and how good and varied was the sex they enjoyed with their respective partners. That was how Reba knew something about Martin that perhaps only he and Gemma also knew, that in Gemma's own words he was ‘hung like a donkey'. If the staff of The Pussy Pouch ever found out, given their frequent girlie discussions about wanting to be fucked by such a cock, this would cause mayhem especially with the likes of Michelle and Bella.

For her, Greg was large enough to pleasure her but also to enjoy her larger breasts in his own way which brought her pleasure too. Gemma was the neat prissy one, tissues at her bedside to ensure that any of Martin's spilt cum was cleaned up quickly, whereas nothing delighted Reba more than to have her face or chest covered in Greg's freshly ejaculated cum. She would love to wipe it onto her fingers and lick it off them. As much as Reba had always had a special thing for Martin, it could and would never happen.

Everything had been good between all four until Gemma started her relationship with Adam. He was the salesman of the specialist products they used at the Salon. Sure he was good looking and flirted with all the stylists when he visited the salon, but then Gemma went on a 2 day residential training course. Gemma noticed the difference when she returned - women had an instinct - and Reba knew that Gemma had been unfaithful.

Over the next couple of months Reba noticed the subtle changes in Gemma and her relationship with Martin. She assumed Gemma was seeing Adam, his name came into conversation too frequently to be a coincidence, but one late afternoon in the salon she confirmed her suspicions. She had forgotten something and gone back to the salon after closing and as she put the key in the back door, she heard noises from Martin's office.

Noises that anyone would instantly recognise as a couple engaged in sex. The door was not fully closed and through the open crack there was Gemma sprawled across Martin's own office desk, face down and gripping the far end as Adam pumped his cock into her from behind. Gemma was screaming out words of encouragement, using dirty words she had never heard her use in all the years of friendship. Gemma was encouraging him to fuck her cunt harder, she always called it her pussy, why else where they called the Pussy Pouch? And to shoot his spunk - another word she never used, deep inside her. It was enough Gemma turned away quietly resolving to make sure that somehow Martin got to know what was going on. She did not want to see him hurt. Without directly telling him, she made sure that messages reinforced any suspicions and so engineered the end of their marriage and the subsequent divorce. Her loyalty and affection for Martin was only second to her love of her husband Greg.

It took Martin a lot to move on personally from the divorce and this in turn was impacting on the business too. She wanted Martin happy again and back as the man she had known for so many years. As the salon manager she had proposed that they take on another senior stylist so that Martin could step back and take on a stronger management role to replace Gemma, a function she had taken on in the interim and did not enjoy. As she interviewed the candidates, one stood head and shoulders above the others, not only in her ability as a stylist, but Reba felt her personality and style were the perfect fit for Martin. She had high expectations of Philippa de Cannes!

It was a question from Philly that brought Reba back to the salon. She was asking about the customers allocated to her for her first day. Reba explained any first time customers would be allocated to her along with some of Martin's regulars who she felt would not be too upset at the change of stylist, but that the goal was to transfer all of Martins clients between the two of them eventually. Reba checked the system and moved a couple of appointments informing Philly that she had cleared a longer lunch break so she could take as long as Martin wanted for lunch.

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By the time everyone started their staggered morning breaks, Philly had already impressed Reba. The first customer when paying had left a substantial tip for Philly and told Reba it was not only the best cut she had in years but how polite the new lady was and could she please book her again next time. The second seemed equally happy with Philly's attention. Reba was beginning to think she had made a good decision for the Pussy Pouch at least, if not yet its owner,

Bella finished her second appointment and asked Reba if she should take her break before her next client. Reba checked the appointments screen and agreed, aware that nothing made Bella more irritable than going too long between smoke breaks. Bella made herself a coffee in the small staff room, picked up the mug, juggling it with her phone and cigarettes and headed for the back door. Outside she put her coffee and phone as normal on the ledge as she lit up. Taking a long drag she blew the smoke up to the sky. She sighed and checked the messages on her phone.

After a couple of messages from her mum about having got the kids to school on time, she looked puzzled at the next message from someone called Ray. She wondered if it was a scammer or maybe a guy from one of the dating sites she was listed on and casually checked from time to time. Being Bella she acted before thinking of the potential consequences and opened the message. As she read it she smiled to herself, Ray? she had thought his name was Roy, but it had been noisy in the club when they had met. Roy or Ray had been the guy she had been with late on Saturday night in the alley behind one of the clubs she had visited with her mates.

Her husband Mike had been away for a few days on a long delivery drive up to Scotland and her mum had stayed over Saturday night to look after the kids so that she could go out clubbing with a couple of mates. Bella never bought into either the full responsibilities of being a mother or for that matter the idea that marriage meant being faithful to each other all the time. The same could be said of Mike who she knew enjoyed his long haul driving trips, especially in Europe. He often claimed he was too tired for sex after driving all that way, but Bella had other ideas as she knew he was a randy sod when he was horny and how could he not be horny after a long trip away if he had not been using his cock elsewhere?

Bella liked it when he came home from a trip during the day when the girls were at school. She would always dress up in something inappropriate, cleavage on show, short skirt and his favourite bright red lipstick, even though pink was her favourite shade. Rarely would they make it to the bedroom, Sometimes bent over kitchen sink or table, maybe on the lounge carpet or even on the stairs. Anywhere as long as his cock came inside her. The red lipstick so she could leave a red ring at the base of his cock which he loved.

Bella was lucky that her mum lived close and she was able to continue to behave like a cock starved teenager from time to time. Saturday had been one of those times. On Saturday, along with her girlfriends she had visited a couple of bars and clubs and had met Roy or Ray in the last one. She knew she could not invite him home as her mum and the kids were there, but then she did not want to anyway, he was just a guy in a club who she quite liked the look of and most probably had a decent cock to give her what she needed with Mike away, She had to find somewhere within the club and they ended up opening the fire exit door beside the toilets which led into the alley with the bins where a few other couples already engrossed in each other. One lady her hands pressed onto the top of a large dump bin was being fucked from behind, another on her knees her mouth full of cock.

Ray had shrugged his shoulders at the company and Bella just giggled and pushed him back against the wall, slamming her tongue straight down his throat. Ray knew his luck was in and joined in the tongue jousting and not hesitating to push his hands up under her top and start to feel up Bella's breasts. Bella was not hanging around and started to grind her hips against Roy who was pinned at her mercy against the wall. When they eventually came up for air, Bella pulled back a bit and smiled and looked down at her top now wearing Ray's shovel sized hands. She told him it felt good but she did not want to take her top off outside with others around, but how about he put some attention into her pussy and then she would reward him. Ray eased his hands down from Bella's top, as soon as they were clear Bella fell upon him again and he got yet another throat full of her tongue and smoky breath. Ray dropped his hand and then pushed it up under her short flared skirt. He small panties were already wet, her pushed the gusset aside and slid a finger straight into her wet slit between the mound of hair which he was sure would not be the same colour as her dyed blonde hair. Bella broke the embrace to gasp loudly and encourage him to increase his attention. A second, then a third finger easily slid inside Bella's well stretched and used pussy. He could feel her gyrating her hips encouraging him to do what he was doing harder, faster and deeper. Bella was pissed and horny, but knew this was not the place or maybe not the guy to fuck. But if she could encourage him to get her off she would certainly look after him.

It did not take much longer before the rush came over Bella, she knew the feeling well and Ray knew he had brought her off as she squealed and then went silent, she stopped moving and he felt her legs go a little slack. How was he to know he had pulled the woman who probably orgasmed the easiest in the whole town!

Bella opened her eyes, smiled and thanked Ray for what he had done. She was very aware from its position against her that his cock was still hard, how could it not be! He had been so into her with his fingers that he had not had the chance for his cock to get involved. Bella stepped back and looked down saying that the tent pole in his trousers looked like it too needed some attention, suggesting he get it out for her. She had to admit she liked her men to be more dominant and demanding of her not as compliant as Ray had been. Her Mike would not have been content just to use his fingers, he would have used his strength to pin her to the wall and be up inside her pumping his spunk not using his fingers even if she had asked him to.

Ray opened his flies and pulled out his cock, yes it was hard but Bella was a little disappointed. It was not that Ray was small, but it was just an average looking cock and being honest with herself she would have like a couple of inches more like her Mike carried. But it did have pronounced mushroom bulb that had pushed his foreskin below and stood proud.

Bella squatted down and clasped her hand around its girth. She leant forward and let her tongue flick across its tip, then she pressed her lips in short kisses along its length. As her lips returned to the tip she slowly open them wide enough to close around the mushroom head. She heard him gasp as she closed her lips to form the seal. She pushed her head forward and took as much as she could in her mouth as the base and his balls were still within his open flies. Again Mike would have had his belt and clip undone and his trousers and pants around his knees to give Bella free access to his tackle.

Bella rocked back and forward as she squatted, letting her mouth move up and down his length. Above she could hear him continue to gasp from time to time by she gave her full concertation to getting him off as quickly as possible. Her fingers found their way inside his flies and started to squeeze the base of his cock to excite him quicker. It did not take long and she heard him grunt that he was cumming.

Bella pulled back her head, his cock slipped free from her mouth as her fingers slid up from the base to squeeze and guide his shaft. Her skill was evident as the first bolt of cum shot wide of her shoulder, well away from her clothes. Bella had no intention of him finishing in her mouth or anywhere near her body, As he grunted a couple more smaller jets were wasted on the ground.

Bella continued to squeeze the last few drops from his cock. She sighed to herself, at least he was not a heavy cummer and she did not have any stains to wipe away. As his cock started to soften she let go, pulled herself upright and opened her bag searching out a tissue to wipe her fingers with. Ray seemed pleased with the outcome, the slutty blonde he had picked up had sucked his cock and then jacked him off. He in turn had given her a good fingering. Maybe not the Saturday night fuck he was hoping for but at least he would go home with his tension relieved.

After the event, as always, the conversation was strained. They shared a cigarette and when he asked Bella found it awkward to refuse his request for her contact details, although she had no intention of contacting him herself. They went back in through the fire door and Bella joined her friends, suggesting they move on to another bar or maybe call it a night and head for home.

Back at her morning break, Bella took a long drag of her cigarette and read the message suggesting they meet up, maybe the next weekend. The club conversation had not covered kids or her marital status, Roy or Ray had no idea of the circumstances of the lady he had pulled. Bella decided just to ignore the message and see if he persisted. It would not be the first time, nor the last she would leave a guy hanging rather than hard! She finished her cigarette and coffee and went back inside ready to greet her next client. Vowing after the kids went to bed tonight she let Mike dominate her, give it to her hard and rough the way she liked it best.

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Later that morning, Reba knocked on Martin's door and reminded him that he had promised to take Philly to lunch and she would be free in five minutes. Reba commented that the feedback from the clients had been excellent but she was not yet sure how the staff had reacted to her, also that she had not booked her any appointment for her first afternoon slot. As she went to leave she turned and advised Martin that he might like to take care as the other "Pussies" might be a bit jealous if he took too much time or paid too much attention to her on the first day.

Martin closed down his computer and leant back in his chair. Maybe suggesting lunch on the first day might not be sending the right signal to the staff, but he was known for his generosity with staff parties and Friday night drinks after work, Surely they would understand it was his responsibility to get to know his staff better and as of yet Philly was a total mystery to him......but an intriguing one for sure...........

To be continued