Zandy goes to the Beauty Salon

It was Friday morning and I had a hot date tonight. I had lots to do. I take a morning run trying to burn off whatever fat I can to look my best. I take a quick shower and then its off to my favorite Salon. A quick look in the mirror before I go shows what I worked for. Super hot perky C cups, a cute bubble butt, thighs with a cute gap and blonde hair that trailed down my backside. I give a quick shake and, wow, I was such a catch. My belly was tight with slight fleshy abs and a sparkling belly piercing. I pack up a nice tight red mini-dress and black heels, and some sexy black lace underwear just in case my new boyfriend is nice enough to get a peek. I dress simply though in some yoga pants and a t-shirt.

After a quick drive I'm at my favorite Salon. Monica's was my second home, my safe place, it's where I healed and relaxed.

"Hi Zandy, ready for the big night?"

"How did your date last week go, did he like it?" The girls crowd around me and guide me to a chair.

"Oh no, your hands are so dry!"

"Yes he loved it! I want the full treatment this week!" I reply. One of the manicurists is already rubbing the back of my hand and adding bits of lotion. I feel hands massaging my neck professionally. Perks of being a regular.

"What color tonight? Do you want this on the card?" And so begins a day of pampering.

For two hours I have my feet and hands done. Bright red one inch nails and cute red toes that will peak out the bottom of my open-toe black heels. They then spend an hour and a half on my hair, styling and curling it, putting every hair in the right place until I look like a model. My hair floats and bounces, it's amazing but they swat my arms away to keep me from playing with it. A mask of anti-oxidants is put on my face for two hours as they work on my legs, tweeze hairs where they needn't be, and giving me a fresh waxing of my intimates just in case. I wasn't planning on doing anything that slutty tonight, but better to be safe. After the mask came off, they got right to work on makeup. Fake eyelashes and eyebrow filler, some classy black eyeliner and mascara to pull him in and a nice coat of makeup. I was looking amazing. I puckered up as they gave me a bright, thick coat of lipstick. We were going all-out on red. Throughout they asked me all about the date last week. Where he took me, if we did anything (we didn't, I was a good girl). I told them everything he told me to the point where I was repeating my date to them several times. After several hours I was finally finished. They carefully helped me change into the tight red dress which went down past my knees- without messing up my hair and strapped me into my three-inch black stilettos. They stood me in front of the mirror.

I was the best looking girl in here. I looked around the salon at all the other patrons and few of them came close to being as decked out as me. I was a girly type of girl for sure. I batted my eyelashes and gave a smooch to the mirror.

"Now it time for your facial." The small Asian Monica who owned the Salon dragged me away from the salon chairs by my hand.

"On knee Zandy." Monica helped guide me to my knees, and since my dress was so tight, I really needed it. A few girls went into the back as I waited in the middle of the salon and soon after the girls came back trailing along five salon studs. They were a bit rough looking, some had tattoos, many were way, way older than me. They looked so out of place in a Salon.

I looked behind me but Monica was gone. For the first time in hours no one was asking me about my date. The men surrounded me and unzipped their flies. I waited patiently.

"Come on little girly, fish it out."

"Um, last time I got a facial the man jerked off on my face. Is -uh, is Felix still back there?"

"Listen girl, Felix aint here, and Felix is gay. Now there are five of us, so you're gonna have to pull your weight. That's what the full treatment is all about." The man on my left had fished out his cock and pokes it into my cheek. The large rod feels hot. I gingerly reach my pedicured hand into his fly and immediately find his meaty appendage to pull out. It's pretty big and releases a manly musk I can't ignore.

I place my red lips around him and start working my long nailed hand around the base of his cock to get him nice and hard. I knew these guys were scummy, and way too old for my tastes. But it was Friday night and I know it's hard to find guys to do this kind of work on demand. I pop him out of my mouth and reach to both sides grabbing onto some sizable dicks without looking at them. I place my order with the older tatoo'd man who I had been sucking.

"So I really want some cum in my cleavage, right down my dress if you can. Only one load in my hair, I definitely want the majority of cum on my face. That's what my boyfriend likes." I knew I had to be direct. Sometimes they would just do as they please, heck, they would fuck my pussy if I wasn't careful.

"Only if you work for it princess." The man grabbed my head and **** his penis in. I gagged immediately as he was massive. This was the main reason I skipped breakfast. Cocks were slapping my face and another man grabbed me and began pistoning in and out of my mouth. His cock went down and stayed buried in my throat until I pushed him off me, gasping for air, drool pooling off my face and onto my dress.

The face fucking went on for an hour. They carried me to a reclining chair and rubbed two dicks on top of my slimy face and eyelids. They fucked my mouth upside down, my own snot and phlegm running up into my hair. One man, a really weird looking young guy who was definitely downright ugly began fucking my feet with his curved dick, his cock between my heel and sole. I wasn't a huge fan but decided I could allow it if it got me another load. My boyfriend was going to love this. Monica came by and took a look, and then walked away.

She came back later while they had me back on my knees, feet still being fucked awkwardly, with a guy wadding up my hair to jerk off in. Monica pulled down the front of my dress, bunching my bra and dress below my exposed breasts.

"Make easy target." The Asian lady said and walked away again. My nipples stiffened as a man crouched down and began cupping them over his cock. One liked feet, one liked hair, one was a tit man. I was being mercilessly deepthroated by the very dominant tattoo'd man. The last guy had to settle for just one hand and was vocal about his unhappiness.

"Come on man, this is bullshit!"

"Hey, there's her other foot." The man with his cock down my throat said. He laughed and pounded even harder

"Man, I don't fuck no fucking feet!"

His cock vanished from my hand but I was so busy being face-fucked that I didn't even notice. I was in agony for my beauty treatment.

Suddenly my stretchy dress was pulled up quickly freeing my legs from the constraint of it, I felt a hand forcefully reposition my thigh and then began grabbing both legs to lower me down. I felt his stiff meat press into my lacy panties. I was soaking wet and moaned around the cock in my mouth. His cock felt electric and I wanted it so bad. I felt a man cumming into my blonde hair. I twisted away from the intruder, giving myself a break from the deepthroating and causing the man cumming to paint my hair haphazardly.

"You fucking tease." The tatoo'd man grabbed my head and shoved his dick down my throat again, really picking up the pace as the last splashes of cum aimed at my eyes. I felt splashes on my breasts and noticed the most gentlemanly of the bunch dutifully jerking off onto my breasts. Tears were streaming down my face from the man holding himself and grunting in my throat and wait- was he cumming!? I tried to push the tatoo'd man away but found out I couldn't actually do that. I felt his cock pulse down my throat what felt like a massive load. At his mercy, I did a mental sigh. I should have told them no swallowing. He finally releases me and I **** air and cough up some of his cum which I make sure to rub onto my face, what little of it came back up that is... The bastard didn't want to let me come up for air so I could correct him.

"Fucking bitch, would it have killed you to let me have some fun?" The man who tried to fuck my pussy grabs my face while jerking off. I have no time to reprimand the tatoo'd man. He purposely opens my eyelids and I watch him release his first jet directly into it. It stings, but he actually does a good job, painting my lips, both cheeks. and puts the last few spurts onto my forehead making sure to milk as much as he can onto my face. I would have to tell Monica to keep this guy around. He came easily three time more than Felix ever did.

They started walking away and I got up, dizzy and confused as the blood rushed to my legs. I looked around for Monica and absentmindedly pulled my dress back on. I felt a splashing on my feet.

"Oh come on!' The ugly man was furiously jerking off onto my heels and fresh pedicure.

"I told you to cum on my face!" I sternly yell at him, cum dripping off my face, my arms up in the air in exasperation.

"Hey, at least get it all on you amateur!" I position my feet closer together so he can spray them better.

"I pay good money for this, you and me are going to see Monica right now. . . are you done?" He finished spraying his last drops and I marched him over to Monica.

"I want a refund for this man, look what he did." I point. Monica looks up from a beauty magazine and stands up next to me, turning me towards a full length mirror.

"Look now! See full treatment." I stared at myself in the mirror.

I could hardly see myself, one of my eyes was sealed tight and the other was blurry. I worked a glob or two out and blinked a few times, my vision slowly coming into focus.

Wow.

My dress was bunched up and wrinkled, dark dirty spots stood out from the bright red fabric where I had been kneeling. A wet patch ran down the front of my dress all the way down to the end of it. My hair was a mess, frazzled and everywhere, cowlicks everywhere, it was matte down and sticky in places and some dangled down stuck into my cum covered breasts. The meticulous hairstyling was completely gone except for a few of the pins and clips they put in it which were dangling or buried to no effect. At one point you remember the man grabbing all of your hair in a giant wad and trying to fuck it. One of my eyelashes was stuck in my cleavage, the other was hanging off my cheek, dangling by a thread of cum. The man had made sure to splash both of my nipples and prominent wet patches showed through my dress. Both nipples poked through the wet fabric obscenely. My makeup was gone, except for mascara that ran down my face and a faint red smear that ran all around my mouth and up onto my cheeks, my lips now flesh colored and glossy with cum. I could taste the cum of multiple men which just made me feel sexy. I struck a pose and felt cum squish in my toes, I looked down at the white fluid crowding around my gorgeous red digits, stripes of wetness marked my feet and one rogue glob stuck to my ankle.

"Ahhh! I look like a supermodel!" I jumped and I hugged Monica, cum flying off me, causing wet stains on her drab salon attire.

"I gotta go, thank you so, so much! Tell the guys I owe them one!"

"Each!" I add before I walk out the door, knowing results like this deserve rewards.

I was the picture of femininity, ready for my date, the sun baking dried cum onto me, parts of my hair already stiff and growing incredibly pungent. It's just so nice to treat myself and get a facial at my favorite Salon. My nipples hardened even more in the slight breeze as the cum dried onto my breasts, reminding me of how wet my pussy was. I couldn't wait to give my lucky man a nice long kiss.

I took a nice long whiff of the summer air and could only smell all the cum that one man had shot up my nose. This was going to be a great Friday night!