1. The salon sluts part 2


    Date: 11/16/2014, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Hardcore, Author: mrwolf75, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    OOOOOH! Her writhing and gasping lasted almost a full minute before she finally settled back down. Her body was covered in red blotches and shiny with perspiration. Sheila was totally drained. John folded his now flaccid organ back into his pants and zipped himself up He looked down upon the pliant young girl at his feet. “Sheila, it’s time for you to learn the benefits of applying your make-up.” Sheila slowly regained her composure and stood, once again, in front of John. He silently took her hand and led her to a door within his office. Opening the door, he led her into the private salon where Barbi’s natural brown hair had eventually lost its virginity. The massive salon chair dominated the room. Heavy leather straps hung from the arms, seat and footrest. He seated her in front of the mirror, left and returned with her make-up case. “I want you to feel the effects of making yourself look sexy for me.” John said, smiling. “Start with your eyes. I want you to apply your make-up heavy and dramatic.” As Sheila obediently began to apply her eye make-up, she began to feel strangely aroused. Never having been multi-orgasmic before, this was a strange feeling for Sheila. Especially, given the body racking orgasm she had just experienced. John watched as she penciled her dyed black brows. As she applied the false lashes and mascara, her breathing started to become heavier. And as she began to apply heavy upper and lower eyeliner and eye shadow it was as if her circuits shorted ...
    out. She sat staring at herself stroking layer after layer of silver shadow on her eyelids, all the way up to her eyebrows. Her other hand was gently playing with her left nipple. Pinching it and twisting it. Soon, she was once again in the throws of passion, as she held her breath and began to arch her back gasping and shuddering. John grabbed the eye shadow applicator, saying, “Sheila, stop.” He had noticed her nipple had begun to bleed from the new piercing. “Finish yourself off using your Clitty. While you put your lipstick on.” Sheila’s breathing slowed, as she quickly reached for the shiny gold tube. She twisted the end bringing out the bright red lipstick. As she began to adorn her lips, her other hand reached for her blonded pussy. Within minutes she was once again writhing and moaning, her fingers pummeling her womanhood, her lipstick thick and crimson. As she admired her heavy slut make-up, staring at herself in the mirror, she once again succumbed to her unquenchable desire to satisfy herself. John was pleased. The trigger phrase had worked. The mental implantation had worked. The only thing left to test the effect of having dyed her hair. If that were successful, Sheila would have made a total transformation from conservative, headstrong natural brunette to a bleached blonde slut, totally obsessed with her own cheap trashy look. Standing behind her, John ran his fingers through both sides of her hair, lifting it. The soft, silky texture was gone. It had been ...
«1234...89»