Two More Clients

When the blonde and brunette took their seats, there was much nervous laughter between the two. They were in their late twenties to early thirties, yet they were giggling like excited schoolgirls. Of course, the reason for their excitement was Andre'. They had often had their hair styled by him, but today they had resolved would be the day that they would milk him.

They had held back in the past because they knew how much he hated the public ejaculations he was **** to endure at the hands of the customers. They liked Andre' and felt a little sorry for him. However, several of their friends had pointed out that Andre's cock and balls were part of the service they were paying for. They were entitled to make him spill his seed if that's what they wanted.

They tried to pass the time waiting for their turn by flipping through a couple of the out-of-date magazines in the shop, but all they could think about was getting their hands on the stylist's member. By the time he finally did approach, the two women were essentially squirming in their seats from anticipation.

The brunette went first. When she grabbed Andre's cock and started to tug, the naked man was a bit surprised, but not shocked. After all, he was jacked off countless times a day by the clientele of the Bare Hair. It was just that these two had always spared him the public humiliation. Part of his predicament was his own fault. The man was easily aroused and when he got a hard-on while styling hair, it was practically an invitation to the patrons to drain his nuts.

The brunette was good at handling his cock, he had to give her that. Her grip was firm but not brutally tight, and she twisted her wrist just so as she pumped up and down, resulting in a cork-screwing motion. Despite the embarrassment of knowing that most eyes were now on his exploited erection, the brunette was really making him feel good. The woman knew her way around a cock.

He closed his eyes, trying to blot out his surroundings as his excitement built. Soon he was thrusting his hips in rhythm to the woman's stroking. Naturally, his involuntary response brought a gaggle of giggles from the seated pair, and he tried to ignore the excited remarks that they exchanged between themselves. He had reached the point where his need to cum had passed his shame of public display.

"Oh yes... oh yes... oh yes," he gasped as he teetered on the edge, all but begging for the brunette to make him shoot. Which was exactly what she was trying to do.

"OOOH!" she let out a startled squeal when Andre's cock shot out a long, creamy projectile across her thighs. She was thankful for the magazine in her lap, otherwise, she would have to had walked around the mall afterwards with big cum-stains on her white pants.

Jet after jet of Andre's spunk blasted out. The globs of cum were so huge, that they made audible splats when they landed on the magazine cover.

When his orgasm was over, Andre' stood there panting, his head bowed. While he was trying to catch his breath, he felt his dick being grabbed again. Oh, surely the woman was not going to **** him to ejaculate again so soon? Lifting his head, he saw that it was not the brunette, but the blonde who was jerking on his cock.

Not waiting for him to come around to her side, she had reached across her friend to grope and grab and **** his penis. There was much teeth flashed by the blonde as she happily played with that penis at her disposal. The two women discussed the amount of fresh cum puddled on the magazine in the brunette's lap, and the blonde was eager to add to it.

Andre' looked around the room, lowering his gaze each time he made eye contact. As he feared, he was once more the center of attention. Of amusement. Of ridicule?

For the millionth time he thought that he needed to find another job. But he knew he wouldn't, not only was the pay at the hair salon too good, but the handjobs just felt so great! He only wished they could be given in private.

"Oh, look!" the brunette said to her friend, "I think he's getting ready to spurt again."

And she was right. Already his balls had drawn up closer to his body and his breathing was rapid. Suddenly he gasped and his whole body tensed. The women shrieked as the first wad arced high into the air, followed quickly by a second, third, and forth.

He was spewing everywhere. His thick nut-gravy was falling on the blonde's forearm. Fortunately, she was wearing a spaghetti-strap top, so only her skin was getting soiled.

The brunette was not so lucky. Although she was not aware of it at the time, the blonde was none too careful with aiming Andre's cum-cannon and a couple of wads landed on the front of the brunette's green sweater.

When Andre' finished ejaculating and staggered weakly away, the two women breathlessly discussed what had just happened. It was then that the brunette saw the damage.

"Well, damn," she gingerly touched one wet glob, "Now I'm going to look like a cum-whore."

The ever-suffering manicurist was right on the scene. Moving in to dab at the stains with a damp washcloth. "I'll use a hair blower on you and you'll be as good as new," she promised.