Go To The Hair Salon

After changing out of her gym clothes, Diane headed to the mall's beauty parlor, "The Bare Hair: Cuts au Naturel". When she stepped inside, she saw Lisa, a neighbor of hers, sitting in a chair along the front wall, waiting to be called for her appointment. Diane checked in with the woman behind the counter and then joined her friend.

"Looks busy this morning," Diane commented.

"It always is," Lisa replied. "The Bare Hair is the most popular styling salon in town."

The shop's popularity was based upon one stylist, Andre'. The salon's owner required the man to be totally naked (except for a pair of sandals) while he was at work. She paid him twice the going rate, so Andre' had to accept her terms. She had made him an offer he couldn't refuse.

However, he had a problem of easily becoming sexually aroused. Walking around with a hard-on in a boutique full of women was just asking for a **** ejaculation.

Diane saw that already Andre' was in the middle of being milked by one of the clients. His eyes were closed and his head tilted back. His hands hung at his sides, repeatedly clenching and relaxing his fists, as a seated woman stroked back and forth along his shaft. In her lap was an open jar of "The Bare Hair Retinol Skin Conditioner." From time-to-time, the woman would release Andre's cock and scoop out a glob of the cream with the tips of her first two fingers, smearing it along the shaft to make her fist slide slickly along it.

As he stood there with his whole body shaking, he kept repeating, "Oh . . . Oh . . . Oh . . ." The naked man was practically whimpering. All activity in the shop ceased as everyone watched Andre' nearing his orgasm. He always found the process humiliating. A bunch of women who he only knew in a business relationship watching him in the throes of his most intimate act. Gawking at him as he shot out his load for their amusement.

But those thoughts faded as he felt himself getting closer. And closer. Until finally he let out a loud gasp. He felt his semen rushing up his shaft with a searing intensity to explode from the head of his cock. His knees buckled and he bent forward as if he had been punched in the gut.

"Ughn! Ughn! Ughn!" he grunted with each spurt. His body twitched and jerked as he emptied out his nuts.

The woman was delighted with the results of her handiwork. She kept sliding her fist along the slick shaft, encouraging the cock she was gripping so tightly to spew out all the cum stored in Andre's balls.

When he had finished ejaculating and was standing there with bowed head and slumped shoulders, breathing rapidly, the woman continued to play with the now spent cock. But gently and slowly. Bringing him down from his orgasmic high.

Lisa leaned towards Diane and commented, "When my husband gets home tonight, I think I'll give him a good milking."

Meanwhile, the manicurist had gotten the sponge mop and was cleaning up the spilt sperm from the linoleum floor. It seemed to her that she had been doing that all day, wiping up Andre's nut-cream.