Brandy’s turn

It was Brandy’s turn to have here pussy waxed she was nervous she never done anything like it before.

Brandy’s bare thighs stuck to the paper-lined table as she hesitantly spread her legs, the salon’s cool air kissing her untouched skin. Sally’s gloved hands settled on her knees with gentle pressure, spreading her wider as the wax pot bubbled ominously nearby.

“Breathe, baby,” Leslie murmured from her perch on the counter, her freshly waxed thighs gleaming as she crossed her ankles. “First sting’s the worst.”

Sally's breath caught as she took in Brandy's untouched delta—a lush thatch of dark curls glistening with nervous sweat, the kind of full, untamed bush rarely seen in her salon. The wax spatula hovered for a heartbeat as she traced the outer edges where downy hair feathered into creamy inner thighs, her latex-clad thumb pressing just beneath Brandy's navel to stretch the sensitive skin taut.

"Such pretty hair," Sally murmured, her voice thick as she dragged the first molten stripe along Brandy's bikini line.

Sally's spatula carved a molten path through Brandy's curls, the wax clinging to dark strands as she worked with meticulous precision. A whimper escaped Brandy's throat when Sally's free hand pressed down on her trembling belly, fingers splayed possessively as she peeled the first strip away with a swift, practiced jerk. Brandy's back arched off the table, her thighs snapping shut instinctively—only for Sally to wedge a knee between them, the starched fabric of her smock brushing Brandy's oversensitive skin.

"Almost there, darling," Sally cooed, her thumb hooking under Brandy's pubic bone to expose the swollen flesh beneath.

Sally's fingers worked with slow precision, the warm, damp cloth gliding between Brandy's swollen folds as she cleaned away the last traces of wax. Brandy's breath hitched when the terrycloth caught on her oversensitive clit, her hips lifting involuntarily from the table. Sally chuckled low in her throat, applying just enough pressure to make Brandy whimper as she dragged the cloth through her damp curls one final time.

Sally’s gloved thumb brushed the flushed, glistening skin just above Brandy’s clit, her lips curling into a knowing smirk as she murmured, "Well, well… I see someone’s excited."

Brandy’s breath stuttered, her thighs tensing as the words sent a fresh wave of heat between her legs. The dampness there had nothing to do with the wax now—her swollen flesh pulsed under Sally’s lingering touch, the air thick with the scent of warm honey and salt.

Sally's gloved fingers parted Brandy's glistening folds with deliberate slowness, the latex catching on swollen pink flesh as she tilted the salon mirror between trembling thighs. "Look at that pretty bald pussy, baby," she purred, dragging her thumb through slick arousal to paint a wet stripe across Brandy's clit. The mirror fogged with Brandy's panting breaths as she stared—her own reflection showing plump lips flushed deep rose, the last stray waxed hairs glittering like dew on taut skin. Leslie's fingernails scraped down Brandy's inner thigh as she leaned in, her freshly waxed mound pressing against Brandy's hip. "See how she opened you up?"

Leslie’s fingers trailed up Brandy’s inner thigh, her freshly waxed skin smooth as satin against the other woman’s trembling flesh. “It looks perfect,” she murmured, her breath hot against Brandy’s ear as she leaned in closer. “Craig will love it.”

Sally’s gloved fingers pressed deeper between Brandy’s thighs, spreading her wider as she tilted the mirror to catch the light. The reflection showed every glistening detail—pink folds swollen with arousal, the last remnants of wax clinging like golden droplets to newly bare skin.

Sally's breath hitched as she took in the sight—Brandy's engorged clit peeked from between her slick folds, flushed a deep rose and visibly throbbing against the cool salon air. The swollen bud glistened under the fluorescent lights, a pearl of arousal beading at its tip as Sally dragged the edge of her latex-clad thumb along the outer labia, stretching the sensitive flesh taut.

Brandy whimpered, her hips jerking as the contact sent a jolt through her oversensitive nerves. "Oh, fuck—" she gasped, her thighs tensing, but Sally's grip on her knees held firm, keeping her spread wide.

Sally's latex-clad middle finger slid between Brandy's glistening folds with agonizing slowness, the material catching on her swollen clit before plunging into slick, clutching heat. Brandy's back arched off the table with a choked gasp as Sally's knuckles pressed against her tender outer lips, the sudden stretch making her toes curl against the crinkling paper.

Leslie bit her lower lip as she watched, her own freshly waxed thighs pressing together at the obscene sight—the way Sally's finger disappeared to the second knuckle, the way Brandy's tight little cunt clung to the latex as Sally withdrew, only to push back in with a slow, twisting motion.

"Fuck,"Brandy whimpered, her hips jerking as Sally’s finger curled inside her, pressing against a spot that made her vision blur. The latex-clad digit pistoned deeper, each thrust dragging a slick, obscene sound from her flushed folds.

Leslie’s nails dug into Brandy’s thigh as she leaned closer, her lips brushing the shell of Brandy’s ear. "That’s it, let her make you feel good," she coaxed, her voice a low purr. "Show Sally how tight you are."

Sally smirked, adding a second finger without warning, stretching Brandy’s slick walls in a slow, burning glide.

Brandy's gasp turned into a broken moan as Leslie's hot mouth closed over her left nipple, teeth grazing the stiff peak before sucking hard enough to make stars burst behind her eyelids. Sally's fingers twisted deeper inside her, the latex ridges catching on tender inner walls with every relentless thrust, while Leslie's free hand pinched and rolled Brandy's other nipple between slick fingertips.

The salon chair creaked as Brandy arched, her thighs trembling around Sally's wrist, the paper liner tearing beneath her clutching fingers. Sally's thumb found Brandy's swollen clit again, circling in tight, cruel little strokes that matched the rhythm of her plunging fingers—each movement dragging another whimper from Brandy's throat.

Sally's fingers crooked sharply inside Brandy, pressing hard against that spongy spot that made her vision whiten at the edges. Leslie's teeth dragged down Brandy's throat as she whispered, "That's it, baby, let go for us," her breath scalding against damp skin. The pressure built like a snapped rubber band—Brandy's thighs shook violently as Sally's thumb ground relentless circles into her throbbing clit, the latex squeaking against slick flesh.

Then it hit—a guttural cry tore from Brandy's throat as her cunt clenched around Sally's thrusting fingers, her back bowing off the table.

Brandy’s scream shattered the air as her orgasm ripped through her—her cunt spasming wildly around Sally’s fingers, gushing hot and slick against the esthetician’s wrist. A rush of arousal-soaked warmth splattered across the waxing table, dripping onto the floor in obscene, glistening rivulets as Sally worked her through it, fingers never slowing.

Leslie moaned against Brandy’s throat, licking the salt from her skin as she watched the mess spread beneath them. "Fuck, look at you," she panted, her own thighs rubbing together at the sight.

Sally withdrew her glistening fingers with a slow, obscene pop, the latex slick with Brandy’s arousal. "Such a perfect little slut for your Craig," she murmured, dragging her fingertips through the mess trembling between Brandy’s thighs.

Leslie’s breath hitched as she watched a fresh bead of wetness gather at Brandy’s flushed entrance, her own fingers digging into the soft flesh of Brandy’s hips. "Look at you—still dripping," she cooed, leaning down to swipe her tongue through the slickness in one long, filthy stroke.

Brandy shuddered, her oversensitive clit twitching as Leslie’s tongue flicked over it teasingly.

Leslie’s tongue dragged one last teasing stroke along Brandy’s swollen lips before pulling back with a wet, satisfied hum. “There we go, baby,” she murmured, her breath hot against Brandy’s trembling inner thigh. “Now be a good girl and thank Sally for her services.”

Brandy’s chest heaved as she struggled to catch her breath, her fingers still clutching the torn edges of the waxing table’s paper liner. Every nerve felt raw, oversensitive—her cunt pulsed with the aftershocks of her orgasm, still glistening under the salon’s fluorescent lights.

Brandy's throat worked around a whimper as she **** her hazy mind to form words. "Th-thank you, Sally," she gasped, her thighs still quivering against the damp paper liner.

Sally's smirk deepened as she peeled off her slick latex gloves with a slow, deliberate snap. "My pleasure, sugar," she purred, dragging the back of her knuckles down Brandy's inner thigh, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. "Though I think someone enjoyed it more than I did."

Leslie let out a breathy laugh, her fingers still tracing idle circles on Brandy's hipbone.

Leslie’s fingers trailed higher, nails scraping lightly over Brandy’s flushed stomach before she leaned in, her lips brushing the shell of Brandy’s ear. "Same time next month?" she murmured, her voice dripping with promise.

Sally chuckled, snapping off her gloves as she wiped her hands on a fresh towel, her dark eyes flicking between Brandy’s trembling thighs and Leslie’s hungry gaze. "Mmm, I’ll pencil her in," she purred, tapping her appointment book with a manicured nail. "But I think we both know she won’t last that long."

Leslie’s fingers tightened possessively on Brandy’s hip as she leaned down, her breath hot against the damp curve of Brandy’s ear. “Okay, get dressed, baby,” she murmured, her teeth grazing the shell of Brandy’s flushed ear. “We’ve got one more stop before we go home.”

Brandy whimpered as the cool salon air hit her oversensitive skin, her thighs still trembling where they pressed together. The torn waxing paper crackled beneath her as she slowly sat up, her fingers fumbling with the clasp of her bra—her movements sluggish, her body still thrumming with the aftershocks of her orgasm.

Brandy's fingers stilled on her bra clasp, her breath hitching as Leslie's words sent a fresh shiver down her spine. "W-where are we going next?" she asked, her voice still thick with arousal, thighs pressing together as another slick pulse of warmth betrayed her lingering need.

Leslie straightened with a slow, knowing smile, her fingertips tracing the curve of Brandy's jaw before tapping playfully under her chin. "It's a surprise," she murmured, her thumb swiping over Brandy's bottom lip just hard enough to make her whimper.

Sally laughed—a low, throaty sound that curled around Brandy’s already frayed nerves—as she tossed her gloves into the bin with a wet plop. “Oh, you will like it,” she echoed, her painted lips quirking as she leaned in to swipe a thumb through the slickness still glistening on Brandy’s inner thigh. The touch was deliberate, lingering just long enough to make Brandy’s breath hitch before Sally straightened with a wink.