The salon sluts part 2 - Sex Stories

The salon sluts part 2

... unceremoniously replaced by the unmistakable, coarse, dry feeling of hair that has been brutally bleached. Her innocence was also gone. She now looked like a street hooker. Her hair’s virginity was lost forever when it had been entered and chemically stripped, ravaging the rich brown pigment, leaving it wounded and colorless. “Look at your hair, Sheila.” John said, as he continued to lift and hold the hair for her to see. “How does it feel to have your hair bleached blonde like this?” “I feel like such a slut, with my hair bleached like this.” Sheila said, again reaching for her sex. “Does it turn you on, Sheila?” Sheila was thinking, “This can’t be. There’s no way I could ever want to look this way!” Then, she heard herself answering, “Yes, It makes me want to cum again. Can I please, Master?” “You may diddle yourself while you play with your hair.” John said, stepping back to watch. Sheila began to take over, lifting her own hair, turning her head from side to side. Studying it with a c***dlike fascination, almost like she couldn’t believe it was now part of her. Her fingers slowly increased their pressure and speed, as she continued to assault the sensitive nerve endings in her clitoris. Her breathing once again deepened. Her eyes became fixed, glassy and lifeless, staring at her hair. Its texture and blondness bringing out feelings she had never known. Her mind was racing. She imagined herself sitting for hours, having her hair bleached and dyed. She felt like such a ...

... slut. She loved the way men looked at her. She knew they wanted her. She wanted them, all of them. She couldn’t wait until her roots started to grow in, then there could be no doubt. She wanted to look like a fuck toy. She would look like a fuck toy! The feeling in her entire body began to reach a crescendo, starting deep within her womb. She was erupting into an orgasm that was like she had never known. The feeling seemed like it was doubling every second. Her back arched, her eyes rolled back and she began to tremble. Her breathing became erratic as the first wave of sensations rocked her entire being. She was convulsing emotionally and physically. Her gasps turned to moans. Her moans turned into throaty groans and continued to build, eventually evolving into screams and finally crying hysterically, as the feeling began to subside. John was satisfied. Sheila slowly regained her composure and John ordered her to get dressed. It was at this point that he informed her of his decision to have her tits augmented and have her clitoris circumcised, thus removing of the little hood of skin that shrouds her little girl penis. The procedure will assure that Sheila’s exposed sex bud receives the maximum amount of stimulation during intercourse. This should ultimately result in an incredibly wild ride for anyone who fucks her. Her augmentation surgery would enhance her already respectable 36C tits into nicely rounded, obviously fake looking 38DD melons. John imagined that it would take a ...