3 comments/ 69932 views/ 0 favorites Sarah & Steve Ch. 02 By: MarkThyme Sarah's new approach to sex excited and encouraged Steve and made him want to go further still. Fucking Sarah's ass was a real turn-on, even more because he had wanted to do it for so long. But he knew that he had to go at her pace, that she called the shots more than ever before. So, he was disssapointed, frustrated and felt more than down, when his attempts to repeat the exercise were sharply rebuffed the following night. "No", was the single word that passed Sarah's lips as she pushed his hands away and shifted in bed so that she was no longer lying with her back to him. Minutes later Steve's mind spun in surprise and anticipation when he felt his wife's hand on his now flaccid cock. "What's wrong with this?" she scolded, a terse note of sarcasm in her voice. "S-sorry?" he replied, taken completely by surprise by her actions and the way she spoke. "You are a little wimp sometimes," she continued, "pathetic aren't you?" He just lay there, unsure what to say or do, his cock flickering into life and growing slowly as it responded to her touch. She squeezed it hard, taking the edge of the start of his erection and hurting him mildly. "I said, 'you are pathetic, aren't you?'," she repeated. "I excpect an answer." "Well, yes, I suppose..." he found himself saying. "Yes, you are. Well, I think you should be wearing these not me." As she spoke, Sarah was slipping her black lacy panties off her hips and down her legs. Almost as soon as they were past her ankles, she guided them over his, smacking his left leg into place when it awkwardly missed entering the knickers as they were pulled onto him. "Lift", she ordered, as she pulled the panties over his hips. He eased his bottom off the bed and felt the lace and silk cover his ass and encase his semi-erect cock. "Mmm," said Sarah, almost to herself as she allowed her hand toplaye round the top of his thigh and the edge of the panties, "not very smooth. I may have to do something about that." Then, as if conscious that she should be talking to him, she turned back to Steve and began to stroke his cock again through the black lace front of the panties. As it stiffened once more, she sat up beside him, completely naked, nipples very erect. She took her hand off his cock, and held his right hand instead. Guiding it onto the swelling now making the panties bulge. "You do it," she said, "While I watch." He slowly stroked his prick watching her as she played with her nipples and allowed a finger to stray around her pussy. He began to slip his hand inside the panties and onto his now swollen prick. Sarah looked sternly at him and slapped his face, hard - harder, in truth, than she intended but she didn't let him know. "No!" she exclaimed, "from here". And she once again put his hand onto his cock through the panties. Stung and, again, surprised by the slap, Steve did as he was told. Looking her up and down in admiration at her beauty and sensuality, Steve stroked his cock and felt the pre-cum drip onto his body and felt it soak through the panties. "Look me in the eyes," he pleaded, "please". She didn't answer, but locked eyes with him, then looked down at his groin. As she watched him wank, she allowed a smirk to cross her face, a smile that contained a hint of evil and a huge amount of sexuality and lust. She looked back into his eyes and teased him as she spoke. "Come on you wimp," she mocked. "Cum for me, you pathetic creature. Just look at you, desperate to cum, wearing women's panties. What a wanker. yes, that's right, you are just a little wanker aren't you?" She laughed as she spoke, and continued, "See if u can cum, u little worm. Come on, pump that hot, milky spunk into my panties. Come on, I'm going to cum. Watch my body. You can have it when I say so, but for now, you can just watch, because I'm cumming!" As she spoke, she closed her eyes, let out a low moan and he watched as her body shook, her finger working fast in and out of her cunt. As she shook, her tits moved to their own rhythm and within a second he knew he was going to blow his load. When came, he couldn't stop pumping as the hot, sticky fluid filled the panties and seeped through his pubic hair. He felt it trickle down his legs, slipping under him, still in the knickers, round to his ass. She smiled down at him again, still with a mocking tinge in her eyes. "Good?" she asked, but didn't wait for a reply. He put his thumbs under the waistband of the panties. "No!" she said, firmly, "you will keep them on all night to sleep in. And tomorrow, I will find you a clean pair to wear." Steve lay speechless, wondering what was happening to his marriage. Through his anxiety, though, he knew two things: whatever was going on was a huge turn-on and also that, whatever he may have thought before, he was no longer in control of his sex life with his wife. Sarah smiled to herself as she lay down to sleep. So far, so good. Tomorrow, she would move things on even more... Sarah & Steve Ch. 03 For a moment - only a moment - as he woke Steve was unsure where he was or what had happened to him. He just felt sticky and hot round his genitals and then, in an instant, he remembered the night before, being forced by Sarah to wear her panties and wank himself off into them while watchimg her frig herself with her fingers. She had told him that he had to keep the panties on all night and he had, hence the hot, sticky feeling round his cock and balls. She had also promised him a clean pair of knickers to wear today, and as he sat up in bed, ready for whatever was going to happen next in this wholly new phase of their relationship, Sarah entered the room. "Good morning darling", she cooed as she walked towards him. She had just showered and wore a white silk robe undone and hanging loose over her breasts. As she walked towards him it appeared to be held in place by her erect and protuding nipples. Steve knew she would be enjoying that feeling, because whenever Sarah's nipples were erect, she was turned on. The slightest movement of the soft material across her breasts would be encouraging and hightening sexual feelings throughout her body. Realising that early in their marriage had been a huge turn-on for him and, ever since, had provided him with an invaluable barometer as to her sexual mood. Undone as it was, with the tie-belt hanging down from its loops at her hips, the robe came nowhere near covering Sarah's pubic hair and pussy. Steve took a sharp but slight intake of breath as his waking mind took on board the fact that she had shaved and trimmed the hair so that her pussy lips were totally exposed, with a tiny bush hovering just above them, shaved into the shape of a heart. Steve felt his cock stir inside the sticky panties that he still wore. Sarah arrived at his side of the bed, leant forward so that the robe hund away from her tits and gave him a perfect view of both. She kissed him gently but firmly in the middle of his forehead before smiling down at him as she pulled back the sheet. "Good boy," she said, seeing that Steve still wore the cum-soaked knickers, "or should I say good girl?" She allowed herself a little giggle as she pulled the sheet completely off him and reached for his hand. Helping him to his feet. "Now then," she said. "Remember what I said last night? About a clean pair?" "Er - yes," replied Steve, hesitantly. "Well, come with me," she said,pulling on his hand to make him follow her. She guided him towards the bathroom, still talking as they went. "I was just going to exchange that naughty, dirty pair for a pair of clean ones, but I realised last night that you wouldn't do them justice with legs as hairy as that." Steve listened, slightly bewildered, although he was by now becoming conditioned to his wife's new sexual appetite. He was, he decided, happy to go with the flow and see where it - or, rather, she - took them. "Take them off and stand in the bath honey", Sarah instructed. Her tone was gently and encourging, but it also had a slight edge that indicated that she would brook no argument from her husband. Steve did as he was told, gratefully removing the soiled knickers and noting, as he stepped into the bath, that there were tiny hairs round the plug. "I've just shaved, as you may have noticed," she giggled and winked at him as she spoke, "and I've left my kit out to deal with you." Expertly, deftly and with a few instructions to him to move his legs this way and that, Sarah shaved her husbands legs, his ass cheeks and his pubic hair, leaving him completely smooth in all those places. Then she made him bend over and bare his ass towards her. Slowly, carefully lest she deliver an unintended and painful nick to his fleshiest parts, she removed every last hair from there too. She stood, and turned him to face her. "Arms up, sweetheart," she ordered,like a mother would to a baby. He did as he was told and she shaved his armpits and then removed the tiny amount of hair from his chest. She worked on his arms and hands next and, when she was done, Steve was completely hairless, apart from his head. "That's much better," smiled Sarah, admiring her handiwork. "I will book you in for a waxing session before the end of the week, and we will keep you this way I think, don't you?" Steve realised he was not expected to answer, buthoped that she would not leave him in a state of limbo, as the whole exercise had prompted a very stiff reaction by his cock. He was not dissapointed. After smoothing some of her quite expensive and very fragrant French moisturiser over his freshly shaved parts, Sarah kneltin front of him and took his cock in her mouth. Steve gasped as he saw all of his cock go into her mouth and felt an immediate reaction as his balls tightened and his legs trembled slightly. He instintcively bucked his hips and started to fuck her mouth, only to receive a very sharp and quite painful smack across the back of his legs. She pulled away from him and looked sternly up at him. "Have you learned nothing, yet?" she scolded him. "You do nothing unless I say so. Now, stand still." With that she took him back in her mouth and sucked his cock. It took only seconds now before he knew that he was going to cum and when he did, it was explosive. His whole body shook as the orgasm ripped through him, and Sarah struggled for a moment to swallow and breath at the same time. But she stuck to her task and drank down every drop of semen. She kept him in her mouth until his prick had exhausted its very last throb, and then licked it clean with her tongue. She stood in front of him and licked her lips, her eyes dancing with excitement. "Mmm," she smirked, "Breakfast. The best meal of the day." She laughed at her own joke. "Now," she continued,"follow me." Steve stepped from the bath and did as he was told, following her out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom. She handed him a pair of sheer white satin panties, trimmed with filigree lace. "Wear these," she said, "all day, under your suit,or whatever you are wearing today. I am going shopping for you at lunchtime and I will bring you home a whole new wardrobe, so that - when I want you to - you will be Stephanie, not Steve. Understood?" "I think so -" he started to say, but she interrupted. "Good. It won't be every day, because there will be many times when it suits me best for you to be the man I married. However, it will also be nice to have a very special girlfriend from time to time. I will also buy you a very special treat, if you behave yourself." With that she laughed again and told him to go and shower and get ready for his day. As he did, Sarah slipped off the silk robe. Sitting at her dressing table, she applied her make-up. Always immaculate in her appearance, her recent visit to a beauty consultant at a city centre department store had provided invaluable advice on the new shades, trends and ideas and now enabled her to make the very best of herself. The consultant had been very attentive too, and as she picked out the lipstick she had decided on for today, she smiled as she recaled their brief encounter in the curtained off private booth alongside the make-up counter. It was when the girl - Lorna - had apparently spilled some powder on the gown that protected her clothes that brought things to a head. She had already made Sarah's nipples erect by the way she spoke to her, almost whispering into her ear so that as she uttered each word, she blew gently into Sarah's ear. The alleged spilt powder meant that Lorna had to brush it off the gown under which Sarah's breasts were hot and willing. As she did she applied a liitle more pressure than was really necessary for the task and Sarah moaned softly, her mouth opening slightly. Lorna looked into Sarah's eyes as she leant towards her and, as their lips touched, Sarah felt Lorna's hand sliding up her leg under her dress. Parting her legs, she offered no resistance as the dark-haired beauty probed and pushed first one, then two fingers into her soaking cunt. Whether it was the unexpected element of what had been intended to be a simple make-over, or the fact that on the other side of the thin curtain, within feet of them, other shoppers no doubt including people she knew, were walking past, whatever it was Sarah knew she was going to cum almost immediately. Sarah's legs became jelly within seconds, her tummy sent a swift message that she was past the point of no return and she came, hurriedly, suddenly, pulsingly. She kissed Lorna passionately and reached forward with her hand to return the favour, only to find her hand being pushed firmly away. "Not now," whispered Lorna. "Before you go I will give you my number. If you enjoyed that, call me." As she picked out the make-up she needed for that morning, Sarah also picked out the post-t note that Lorna had used to write her number on and carefully put it in her purse. Smiling softly to herself, she stood and opened a drawer. Picking out a red thong, she felt her pussy tingle as she pulled the thin strip of material over it and into the crack in her ass. A pair of sheer black hold-up's followed and a half-cup bra, red to match the thong. It flattered and enhanced her cleavage, as intended, and allowed her nipples to rub gently but purposefully against its edge. She pulled on neat, black, pencil-line mini skirt, a garment she had last worn some fifteen to twenty years ago, and a white blouse with sleeves that puffed at the cuff. It buttoned across her in a double-breasted styled and, though not see-through, its plunged at the front to show ample cleavage and a hint of the red bra underneath. Black patent stilletos with a 5-inch shiny silver spike heel followed and she stared at herself in the mirror. Even she was turned on just by looking at her own reflection and she knew it was going to be a very good day. A very good day indeed... Sarah & Steve Ch. 04 Sarah shopped carefully. She had made a careful note of Steve's measurements and she knew precisely what she was looking for. He had great legs - many women would have been very jealous and it was a good job her pins were equally good. She knew, therefore, that he could get away with a short skirt, though she did not want him to look like a tart. He was 42, after all. She went for the elegant look. She wanted him to look like her secretary or PA, which was exactly the role she had planned for him and so the choice of colours was also simple. Mainly black and white, with the odd grey item and the occasional small splash of red or gold by way of a decorative motif on a couple of tops. By the time she'd finished, she had almost melted her plastic, but she was pleased with herself. She had a basic look for "Stephanie", as her husband would become from time to time, with enough changes of key items to last a week if required. She made her way through the shopping centre to the car park, passing one of the popular city centre coffee shops. She glanced in the window and almost dropped her shopping. Bobby - her first husband, who she had not seen for years - was sitting at a window seat, sipping a latte and chatting on his mobile. Everything seemed to go into slow motion as their eyes met. He didn't recognise her at first, but than his eyes widened and - still chatting on his phone - beckoned her in. Her immediate impulse was to shake her head and walk on, but she was amazed to find herself turn and go into the shop. "Babe!" cried Bobby, ending his call, "fancy seeing you. Been doing some retail therapy, then?" "Oh - this," she said, nervously glancing at her shopping, "yes - yes." They laughed, he ordered her a coffee and they chatted - at first just politely going through the motions of "how have you been", "you're looking great", "how long has it been", and so on. After a while they lapsed into silence, Bobby just staring into her eyes. Sarah felt uncomfortable in the way he used to make her when they first met. She knew what that look meant. Bobby had a one-track mind and he was weighing up whether he could take her down that track with him all these years later. "Bobby", she said, "Don't look at me like that. I know what you're up to and I am married - to someone else!" He laughed, but kept staring at her. "You know me too well, babe. Better than most, I guess. So you know what you're missing, too." He laughed again and she smiled. She couldn't help but look at his trousers. Instinctively her eyes were drawn to where she knew she would detect an erection. Bobby always seemed to have a hard-on, and she remembered that he was well proportioned in that department. He had let her down in so many ways, but never when they fucked. He was a very big boy. He saw her look and laughed again. "Checking out the merchandise, babe? Still the same as ever. Yours whenever, you know that." "Yes," she replied, regaining her composure, "but the trouble was Bobby, it was never just for me was it?" With that she finished her coffee and picked up her shopping bags. Before she could stop him, Bobby slipped a business card into her hand. "Anytime you want to get together, babe. Anytime. Number is on there. OK?" and he laughed again. His phone rang and he spoke into it. Sarah took that as her cue to leave and smiling back at him she left the coffee shop and walked to her car, her legs a little unsteady and a distinct damp feeling between her legs. Damn the bastard! she thought. He's done that to me again. Why does he do that! Fuck him! Piling the shopping bags into the boot of her car she resolved to put Bobby out of her mind, but still slipped his card carefully into her purse, noting that it sat alongside the one she'd been given by Lorna the beautician. Steve had been at a series of meetings through the day, wearing the panties Sarah had made him put on, underneath his light blue business suit. They felt snug and really good and he was semi-erect all day. There had only been one dodgy moment, when he went to the toilet and realised that he was about to open his fly while standing next to two of his colleagues. In case they clocked anything untoward, he managed to dive into a cubicle instead to pee in private. On his way home, he pondered Sarah's change of sexual attitude and wondered what had triggered it. Unable to decide on any particular answer to that conundrum, he resolved that, whatever the reason, it amounted to some of the best sex he'd ever enjoyed, so why spoil it by worrying about why. As he drove and pondered his good fortune, he saw Karen, the 19-year old daughter of the family next door but one waiting a bus stop. He would probably have stopped to offer her a lift anyway, but when he took in what she was wearing his mind was made up. A light, cream, woollen zip-front top that hugged her beautiful tits, a stonewashed denim mini skirt, black tights and black pointed toe ankle-boots with tiny heels. She looked stunning. When he stopped and sounded his horn, she first ignored him, but then checked into the car window and recognised Steve. Opening the door, she giggled. "Sorry", she laughed, "didn't realise it was you. Could have been anyone, you know?" They drove on and she merrily chatted on - about her job as a nursery nurse, about her boy friend that had just dumped her ("mug", thought Steve), about how her Mum and Dad didn't understand her, about her favourite music. Steve just smiled, said "yes" occasionally, and kept glancing at her fantastic body. He felt his erection growing in the tight panties under his trousers and then realised that she had stopped talking. As he stopped at a red light, he glanced across at her and asked "everything alright Karen?" She was looking at the bulge in his trousers. "I'm alright," she said, "but what about you? Have I caused that?" She giggled again. "Er - well - er, yes I suppose," he stuttered. "Well turn here then," she said. "What?" he asked. "Turn right here, down the next street." Unsure why he responded, Steve did as she asked, then realised that within a few yards the buildings, traffic and people were gone and the road led into a quiet car park at the edge of a park. "Stop here," she said. He did so, pulled on the brake and before he knew what was happening, Karen had undone her seat belt and was undoing his trousers. Realising she was about to uncover his secret panties, he started to protest and resist, but he was too late. His zip was open and her hand was already fumbling at his hard and growing cock. "What's this?" she asked, "when she realised it was encased in frilly silk. "Er - a pair of my wife's panties,” he said lamely. "How lovely," she purred. "How fantastic that you would want to feel her next to you like that." She looked at him while easing the panties down over the front of his cock, and tucking it under his balls. "But this is all caused by me, isn't it?" "-er, yes," he stuttered again. "Good," she said and bent forward to take his prick in her mouth. Licking around his helmet, he let her hand gently squeeze and stroke his balls then move slowly up and down the base of his shaft. She sucked further and further down, until it was all in her mouth. He put his arm round her shoulder and found her left breast and squeezed it gently through her top. She moaned, released his cock from her mouth and sat up. Urgently unzipping her top, she exposed her tits to his view and then bent down back to her task. This time she took all of him in one go and he felt his cock touching the back of her throat. He reached for her again and this time found and played with her left breast through her bra. She sucked him expertly, her hand kneading his balls as she did, and he knew he was going to cum soon. As he felt the pressure building in his balls and reach the base of his cock he yelled to her that he was going to cum. She just took to her task even more urgently, sucking and wanking him until he exploded into her mouth, filling her with his hot, creamy cum. She gagged on it for a moment, but then swallowed almost all of it, eventually sitting up to wipe the residue from her mouth and lips with a tissue. "Now my turn," she said, and raised her bottom from the car seat she pulled her tights and panties down and her skirt up. He needed no further bidding. Bending to her Steve found her cunt lips wet and fulsome. He licked and sucked and breathed in the sweet aroma of her hot pussy. She moaned, gasped and yelled, "yes, yes, yes YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!"and clamped his head to her cunt with both her hands. It seemed to Steve that they stayed like that for some minutes, as she obviously came more than once. She eventually let him sit up and pulled her clothes back into place. "Wow" she said. He looked at her and smiled. "Home now?" he asked. "Yes please," she smiled sweetly. "I am that bus stop at the same time most nights." Steve could not believe what was happening. In the space of a few days, his wife had become a different, dynamic sexual being and now his nubile young neighbour, who he had coveted as he's watched her grow and develop was proposing regular sex with him. Could things get any better? Sarah had the answer to that... Sarah & Steve Ch. 05 Although I hope that you enjoy this story in its own right, may I suggest that it might be more pleasurable still if you check out the first 4 Chapters first (or, even after...). Enjoy... * * * * * Steve had always enjoyed working out, but as part of Sarah's plans for their future, his fitness levels had to be stepped up, but in a controlled way. It was her affair with Lorna, the beautician, that provided unexpected help in that direction. Following their initial encounter in the store where Lorna worked, Sarah and Lorna met at least once and sometimes twice a week at Lorna's apartment. They chatted idly and sometimes shared a bottle of wine or a cup or two of good coffee, but there was one prime reason for them meeting – raw, sensual, liberating lesbian sex. Oh how Sarah looked forward to her meetings with Lorna. No one had ever teased her pussy and nipples quite like that, taking her to new pre-orgasmic sensations that she always wished could go on and on. When Lorna penetrated her, Sarah just felt as though they were made to fit together. Whether it was with her tongue or her fingers or, on one amazing afternoon, her toes, Lorna knew just what Sarah wanted and how to take her to fulfilment and climax so perfectly and completely. Sarah's only concern was that Lorna enjoyed cumming with her as much as the other way round. She knew that Lorna was an experienced lesbian with other female lovers. She accepted that she shared the beautician's body with other women, but that made her all the more anxious that she was as good as lover as anyone else Lorna slept with. Lorna always reassured her that she was and, certainly, as time went on, Sarah became more and more practiced at making Lorna cum too. It was after a particularly pleasurable afternoon, when Lorna had given Sarah no less than six quite separate orgasms, the last one with Lorna's right thigh pressed firmly against Sarah's soaking cunt while Lorna sucked on Sarah's left breast, that Lorna's involvement in Steve's transformation began. While they lay together kissing and petting each other, Lorna explained how she had just opened up a new weekly beauty session at the local health spa. She teased Lorna by saying how much she enjoyed working with Cathy, one of the fitness instructors who was at least bi and possibly lesbian, too. As they chatted, Lorna explained that Cathy tailored her fitness sessions entirely to her clients needs. So that if a young mother wanted to get her waist back, Cathy would design a programme to achieve just that. Other parts of the body could be similarly targeted. By the end of that week, Sarah had visited Cathy and had planned a fitness regime for Steve that would shape him up – literally. Six months later – in which time Steve had cross-dressed privately within the confines of their bedroom – and Sarah decided that the time had come to put her plan for him into full swing. She told him to take a day off from work, but that they would be up and ready bright and early. After they woke and showered, Steve started to dress only to be told to stop. "I want you naked to start with dear," said Sarah. Steve guessed that he was going to be ordered into a nice pair of panties at least, but he had no idea precisely what was about to happen. He had shaved regularly to Sarah's instruction and for three months now had got used to fortnightly all-over waxing sessions, so that he was completely smooth and free of all body hair. Cathy's fitness sessions had trimmed his waist, shaped his legs and given him a distinctly feminine shape. What he didn't know was that the hot flushes and general feeling of not being too well that he'd encountered when his fitness sessions started six months before, was because of the hormone tablets that Sarah had crushed into his evening meal. Without realising it, he had completed an initial hormone course and he was bout to start a second. He had put down the more rounded appearance of his breasts to the fitness training, but in fact he was slowly developing tiny tits thanks to the secret hormone supplement given to him by his wife. Sarah gave him a strange looking garment to put on. It appeared to be a pair of flesh-coloured panties, but when he put them on, he realised that there was slot into which his cock should slide and when he looked in the mirror, the reflection was that of a neatly trimmed cunt. "It's called a vagina prosthesis," said Sarah matter-of-factly, "and it turns you into a pretty girl Jacqui." Steve giggled nervously wondering what the hell would happen next. Sarah took him into their spare bedroom. There, laid out for him to put on, was an elegant black suit – jacket and skirt – with white blouse, black 5" heels, panties and bra. As he dressed, Sarah worked on his make-up. When they had finished she stood back to check him over, "Lovely," she said, "You look lovely Jacqui. All we have to deal with now is the hair." She had told Steve to let his grow about eight or nine weeks before and it now hung down around his collar. Despite his protests about being made to leave the house dressed as Jacqui, Sarah drove Steve into town and walked with "her" arm-in-arm, like two girls out shopping together, to the local Toni & Guy's. Once inside, Sarah went to the reception desk and asked for Simon. "Jacqui is here for her appointment," she said. Simon, a willowy and highly camp man in his thirties, with spiky blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, led "Jacqui" to his stylist's chair, where he proceeded to cut, twist and tease "Jacqui's" hair. An hour later, Jacqui had been given a bob, and had been shown how it could be slicked back with the help of a little gel into a more masculine style when required. "You look gorgeous," cooed Simon. "Just one last thing now, Jacqui darling and you're ready to face the world." Totally bewildered by now, Jacqui allowed Simon to lead her by the hand into a small, dimly lit anteroom away from the main salon. "Please sit sweetheart," beckoned Simon and steered Jacqui onto a low, black leather stool in the middle of the room. Simon stood directly in front of Jacqui his trouser belt at her eye level. He swiftly undid the belt, then the zip of his trousers and let them fall to the floor. He stepped out of them and Jacqui saw that he was not wearing underpants. Not that she had much time to digest that fact as Simon's semi-erect 7" cock was pointed at her mouth. "Suck me off," was Simon's almost whispered but firm command. When Jacqui hesitated, Simon put his hand on her newly coiffured head and forced lips and cock to collide. Jacqui swallowed hard and opened her mouth just enough to take in the tip. Immediately the rest of the cock was forced in almost making her gag. The salty taste of pre-cum hit the back of Jacqui's throat as Simon began to fuck her mouth. Forced to get used to the idea quickly, she began to suck and found herself quite enjoying this man's cock sliding in and out between her lips. He obviously doused his body in quite pleasant eau de toilette and the scent quite turned Jacqui on. Taking the task she cupped his balls in her hand as she sucked him – faster and more urgent now, wanting to satisfy him, to make him cum. She heard the door to the anteroom being opened and saw, from the corner of her eye, Sarah standing there watching and playing almost sub-conciously with her tits. She felt Simon's cock start to twitch, his thrusting become more urgent and she heard him grunting and panting faster and faster. The back of her throat was hit by wave after wave of hot, sweet spunk. She swallowed what she could, but held the rest in her mouth, allowing it to dribble through her lips. Sarah rushed to her side, tissue in hand, to ensure that Jacqui's clothes did not collect the residue. As Simon withdrew, Sarah turned her wiping ministrations to his cock. As she did so, she looked up at him, whispered "thank you" in his ear, and leaned up to kiss him. He held her in his arms, his cock growing erect again as it pushed against her, and kissed her long and hard, his tongue in her mouth. They ended their embrace, Simon pulled his trousers back on, looked at them both and said "next time..." and went back to work. "Well?" said Sarah, turning Jacqui, "how was that honey?" "Er – OK, I guess, but..." "No time for 'but's'. Come on, we've got a long day ahead..." As they left the salon, Jacqui's head was spinning, not least with wondering what else Sarah had in mind.