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Confessions of a Horny Hairdresser - Answering the Call
Confessions of a Horny Hairdresser - Answering the Call
I was home alone. One of my roommates had gone off to his job tending bar, the others had gone to hang out and drink. I stayed at home because unlike them, I had to work on Saturday morning.
It was about midnight when the phone rang. I was surprised when it was Suzzane on the other end. "Is K.C. there?" she asked. I told her he was at work and she should call there.
"I did. They said he left early."
I knew my roommate well enough to know that leaving his bartending job early meant he had found a girl that he wanted to fuck and had taken off work to do just that. I'm sure Suzanne knew too.
"Okay, is there something I can tell him when he gets in?"
"I just wanted some company."
Ding, ding, ding, the alarm went off in my head. OMG, this is a booty call I realized. The question is, is this really a booty call for K.C. and I was just lucky enough to intercept it; or did Suzanne call knowing that I was home alone?
It took me most of a nano-second to reply, "I could come over if you like."
"I wouldn't want to hurt K.C.'s feelings," she practically moaned from the receiver.
"I won't say anything to him," I reassured her.
"Are you sure?" she asked.
Am I sure? Is this a trick question? You have to get the picture here; Suzanne was about 5 foot six or seven inches in her bare feet, auburn hair that framed her face and fell below her shoulders, a pair of titties right out of Penthouse, and a body to match. Yeah, right; I'm gonna tell K.C. I fucked his main squeeze.
"Absolutely, scouts honor." I said.
"Do you know where I live?" she asked.
I couldn't believe she was serious. I knew exactly where she lived. "yeah," I replied, "I'll be there in a couple of minutes." Literally, she lived 4 or 5 blocks away. Should I even bother getting dressed, I wondered?
Within 5 minutes I was standing at Suzanne's threshold. I knocked lightly on the wood frame screen door. A moment later a light came on and I could see her silhouette against the sheer window coverings. The door opened and I could see Suzanne's green eyes and dark tan skin in the soft light from the living room lamp.
She opened the door and I entered. The room had a warm glow to it. Lots of red mahogany antiques and golden oak wood floors. It felt warm to the spirit too, little touches here and there, a photo of her brother and sister, another of her mom and dad, and hand knitted doilies on an end table. I felt like I had come home.
Suzanne was wearing a sheer lacy night gown that revealed and accented her form. I could see the shadow of her nipples in the warm light as she turned and walked toward the back of the house.
"I'm already in bed," she said as she drifted out of the room, "I'm not going to stand around and talk."
I was a little shocked at her bluntness, but excited by the prospect of sliding between the sheets with her.
I followed her back to the bedroom. She walked to one side of the bed, where the sheets were already turned back proving that she really was in bed, and pulled the spaghetti strap of her night gown down below the curve of her shoulder. The strap fell loosely about her arm as she pulled the other strap down and let the night gown fall to the floor.
I felt an erection growing in my pants but just stood there looking at Suzanne. Absolutely gorgeous, I couldn't take my eyes off her. The really amazing thing was that she was a kind hearted person as well.
"Take off your clothes," she prompted me.
I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants. Suzanne slipped between the sheets and pulled the covers up. I hurried to pull my underwear and "T" shirt off. I approached my side of the bed and pulled back the covers. I could see Suzanne's sleek frame being caressed by the sheet. Her breast was fully exposed, round and tan against the starkness of the white sheet.
As I crawled into bed I felt her leg slip between mine, her pelvis arching against my leg, rubbing against my erection as it pressed against her thigh. I could feel the soft curls of her pubic hair pressing against my hip bone as she softly rubbed her pussy against me.
I didn't even know this girl, we had spoken once or twice in passing. I always envied K.C. fucking her, wondered what she saw in him. Now I could feel the moisture from her labia making my thigh wet.
Almost simultaneously she pulled my face to her breast and wrapped her hand around my cock. Involuntarily I began to suck her nipple in time to her stroking my dick. I stopped for a split second to look into her bright green eyes. she Pulled me to her again and began sucking my lower lip as she continued to stroke my penis.
I could fee the moisture seeping from the head of my dick onto her hand as she stroked away. I also felt the wetness between her legs. I reached down and discovered a fountain. Every time I stroked my fingers along her split from ass hole to clit she would gush a little flood of hunyhole fluid. Every time my fingers passed her clit on the way down she would arch her pelvis to suck my fingers into her pussy.
We had stopped kissing and I was sucking her titties again, trying to give equal attention to both nipples. Suzanne was moaning loudly as I sucked her tits and fingered her pussy. She stroked me, I fingered her, and the moisture flowed until I couldn't take it any more.
She must have had the same idea at the same time cause she wrapped her tan legs around my waist and pulled my stiff dick right to her pussy lips. I could feel her lips wrap around the head of my dick as I tried to resist fully penetrating her.
We struggled for control of my cock, she kept trying to bury it inside her hot wet cunt and I wanted to go in inch by inch. I could only manage to hold back long enough to let her pussy lips wet the head of my dick once or twice, then I had to stuff it into her.
She moaned with guttural pleasure as I crammed my dick deep inside her. she squeezed me to her with her legs, dug her claws into my back, and sucked my lower lip as her pussy began to vibrate. all of a sudden it felt like someone had poured hot water on my dick, her pussy gushed hot liquid and squeezed my cock from all sides.
I didn't want to shoot my load just yet, but I had to struggle to pull out. Suzanne had a scissor lock on me and didn't want to let go. I managed to pull out just long enough to squirt cum on her tummy, then she pulled me back down and my dick was engulfed by her pulsing wet cunt again.
That's all it took, I let out a primal scream as I stuffed my cock deep into her in an attempt to squelch the growls that were coming from her mouth. I wanted to fill her up from the inside and I did my best to do just that.
My dick pulsed again and again as I gushed hot cum into Suzanne's pussy. I felt it gushing out the sides as her pussy squeezed every drop of cum and every ounce of energy from me.
We collapsed in a sweaty, cum covered, huny-drenched heap.
"I have to go to a friends first thing in the morning. You can use the shower and lock up when you leave."
I wasn't sure what to think. So, I curled up next to her and went to sleep. The next morning I woke up and Suzanne was gone. That was the last time I ever spoke to, or saw her, again.