Stylist-Nymphomaniac
"Could it really be that I want this again... maybe something's wrong?" thought Nina as she trimmed her next client. Cutting her clients' hair and accidentally getting lost in thought was quite a common occurrence for a professional stylist. She was 29, happily married, had a steady job, many clients, and even household chores didn't upset her, as she was preoccupied with the thought that she was constantly unsatisfied. Her husband earned well and came home tired, and sex once a week was enough for her moral satisfaction, but physically she wanted more.
"...well, I can't possibly want this every hour...," she continued thinking. And yet, the client was telling her
her story. About what a wonderful husband she had, but even the gossipy, detailed descriptions of her happiness couldn't distract Nina from her thoughts."Wait, what did you just say?" — Nina even dropped the scissors, which slid all the way to the door.
"I'm saying...," the client repeated, "Nina, can you imagine, I never cease to be amazed... between you and me... my husband's cock is just a sweet little banana, size 22!... So cute and circumcised, I'm over the moon, we had these games once..."
"Cock... sweet..." Nina drifted off into her thoughts again. For her, this was a forbidden topic, because she couldn't stop thinking about it; the thought that she might be a nymphomaniac frightened her. How she dreamed of feeling at least a couple of centimeters inside her, just something moving... but not at work, the main thing was to restrain herself. She was so lost in thought that she didn't notice she had finished working on the hairstyle.
"Thank you so much! My husband will love it! I'll be a fierce tigress on my favorite cock tonight! I'll call you as usual to book the next appointment!"
"I'll be waiting impatiently, dear!" replied Nina. At that moment, she realized how wet she was in her panties. Her slippery fluid was starting to just roll down her leg. She felt the wet warmth on her leg, and it drove her even crazier. "I should clean up and get to the staff room quickly..." her thoughts wouldn't leave her alone. She wasn't even bothered that her lacy red panties might be dirty; she just wanted to rub herself a little.
While cleaning up, she noticed those fallen scissors near the exit. Need to pick them up. The door was open. It was summer, and even the air conditioner couldn't save them from the heat, and on top of that, the wetness in her panties; the only thing helping was the mini-skirt. At least some ventilation. Bending over for the scissors, with her back to the exit, she heard a child's voice:
"Auntie, your panties are see-through..." said a little naked boy, about 3 years old. Apparently, his parents let him run around naked because of the heat. And the town was very small, more like a village; no one would find out, it was a normal thing.
Hearing the voice, Nina realized that by turning towards the open door of the salon, she was flashing her wet, transparent panties to the entire "village." She hadn't even noticed how her skirt had ridden up slightly. Turning around, she said embarrassedly: "Go home, little boy, you must be lost..." then she turned to him:
"Who's walking around naked here! Aren't you ashamed? Where are your parents?" she crouched down in front of the little one, asking him. The skirt clearly didn't hide her wet "tango" panties. The little boy, looking at the barely but noticeable wet vagina visible through the auntie's panties, decided to poke his finger right there, where Nina felt an impulse. Her brain released a flood of endorphins; she even froze for a second somewhere in her head, trying to calm down.
"Ah-h... how... I can't take it anymore...!" She abruptly jumped back, accidentally tipping her body backward, landing in a bridge position. A young man approached and called the little boy home. Nina was going crazy. She needed to relax somehow. She quickly stood up and ran to her purse, pulled out an oblong mascara tube, and sat on the bench in the tanning booth. She closed the curtain, spread her legs... and yes... her vagina was exuding so much lubrication that it seemed unstoppable. The panties were just pressing. She thought, why should I move the panties aside if I can just take them off? With one motion, she took off her panties and threw them into the tanning booth. Spreading her legs, she closed her eyes and drifted into a world of pleasure. Her fingers gently caressed her clitoris. Greedily, with her other hand, she shoved the entire 10 cm mascara tube into her vagina and began to jerk it back and forth sharply. "Ah, how good..." Her fingers didn't leave her clitoris; they moved in circles over it, even pressing a little. She dreamed of her husband's good cock and even began to moan loudly. The mascara was clearly not enough for her, so she also shoved 3 fingers into her vagina and began to jerk sharply until...
"Is anyone here...?" A voice was heard. Definitely male. Nina abruptly stood up. Forgetting everything, she ran to the salon entrance.
"Yes, what did you want?..." she said, running out, adjusting her skirt.
"A haircut, a half-box... How much?"
"250. I'll give you a 10% discount. Have a seat." — she fixed her hair.
She took the clippers and began to trim his already not very overgrown head. She still couldn't shake the thought of what she had done in the tanning booth, and she still wanted it.
Finishing the job, she feels the oblong mascara tube sliding out of her vagina and falling to the floor.
"Ah-h..." Nina moaned, flushing slightly.
"Are you alright?" the man inquired.
"Yes... everything's... fi... oh... ne, thank you. That'll be 250..." — she bent over for what had fallen on the floor at the very moment the man turned to give her money for the haircut.
"Ahem... very nice." — his gaze fixed directly on what wanted a hot, big cock, — "You seem to be missing something...," he blushed and turned away sharply... — "Keep the change... um, no need. Have a good day."
Nina was touched like never before. She was ashamed, but the shame was overwhelmed by a feeling of insatiability and a great craving for cock. Putting the money in the cash register, she looked at the clock; it was time to go home. Just then, Sveta arrived. Her shift was about to start.
"Hi Ninusik! You can head home, my hard worker!" Sveta greeted her. — "Why do you look so flustered?"
"Nothing. Everything's... fine."
"Okay then, I'll go change in the tanning booth."
While Nina was packing her bag to go home, she still couldn't find her mascara. erotic stories She searched everywhere... oh well, to hell with it, it's no big deal, it's running out anyway... Then Nina slowly felt her vagina being spread open and something oblong entering her.
"Ah... God..." — She abruptly grabbed the cash register. She needed support to not fall from the pressure from behind. Nina felt with her back how a firm bust began to press against her, and she could feel the hard nipples of that soft bust!..
. — "What the... ah... aaah!"
"You forgot something in the tanning booth," — Sveta was standing behind her, pressing her breasts tightly against Nina's back. — "And the mascara, I already... put it in for you."
"Thank... you..." Nina said in amazement. She couldn't understand. She was in shock and, at the same time, it felt incredibly good.
Sveta gently kissed Nina on the cheek and said: "Alright, go home, hard worker."
Nina abruptly grabbed her purse and quickly shuffled to the exit so as not to lose the mascara from her vagina... — "Bye, Sveta... See you tomorr... ugh... ow!"
"Bye-bye!", — Sveta managed to slap Nina's appetizing buttock so hard that she came and pushed the mascara tube out. Without hesitation, Sveta took the mascara from her and, waving her hand, began to wave goodbye to Nina, — "See you tomorrow!" — she gently sucked on the tube, not taking her eyes off Nina's behind.
And so, another workday ended for Nina. She's just an ordinary stylist. She's 29. Happily married. But she's a nymphomaniac.