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It was late afternoon as Dave pushed open the door of the hair salon to be met by a beaming greeting from Sharon the blonde receptionist. Ah yes Sharon, she had been working there a year or so, not so bright but appeared good at what she did; greet people and make appointments, nothing too challenging. But then she had assets, her long blonde hair and a good sized pair of tits that always seemed to wear a top that was one size too small. He guessed her boyfriend had to be into titty-fucks.

He would not, as you might say, ”kick her out of bed” but for Dave there were very few women he would kick out of any bed or not fuck given the chance! He was dirty fucker, he knew it and always had been! Before he was married, during his marriage and certainly the cause of his recent divorce. He was always ready with a chat up line and to take any chance offered. He was good at it and his mates knew it too. When he was younger, they used to call him The “Chav Shagger” but now it no longer needed to be a young chav to get to feel the length of his cock. indeed none of his mates were aware, as far as he knew anyway, that he had shagged several of their own wives. It seemed news travelled fast between the wives that that he had a decent cock and knew how to use it. So mates wives, club pick-ups, chav, indeed any opportunity or any age. If she wanted a fuck or liked a cock in her mouth Dave was your man!

So here he was his regular visit to the hair salon, always a good hour spent. The place was always full of women staff and customers. He had flirted with most of the staff, some young and eager, others more mature and worldly wise. To date with little luck although he had his mental fuck list and all the staff were on it somewhere. Still it was always enjoyable as he liked to play the voyeur and have a quick rub under the robe as he checked out the ladies in the mirror. Caroline who cut his hair was late 30’s long silky dark hair, figure just beginning to fill out a bit more. She was always up for a laugh and flirt, but he knew that would be all as she was very loyal to her husband who always entered the conversation if he tried it on a bit too much. Still every time he pushed a little further, one day Caroline would end up somewhere with his cock cumming inside her. It would inevitably happen. That was the way Dave looked at any opportunity.

Sharon checked the screen on her desk and then looked up at Dave. She explained that unfortunately Caroline had called in sick today and asked if he had received the message she had sent. Dave pulled out his phone and checked. Yes he had a message but had somehow missed it. He joked that he knew several Sharon’s and apologised for not responding. Sharon explained she could rebook the appointment for another time or she could check who might be free right now. Dave shrugged his shoulders and said he would take pot luck and asked if Sharon herself would like to have a go with him. She looked blank and Dave quickly added he meant have a go at cutting his hair. She was either as dumb as he thought or only had sex on her brain and was trying to decide if she would have a go with him or not! She giggled and said he was naughty. She had sex on the brain! Dave shrugged his shoulders and said he was only asking. Sharon blushed and cast her eyes down. Dave took that as a good sign and stocked it away in his mental fuck list for another opportunity. Sharon smiled again, giggled putting her hand to her face and said if she did she might make a mess of him. Dave as quick as a flash said that was fine as long as he could make a mess of her too. She giggled and blushed again. Sharon was moving up the mental fuck list with every response.

She diverted her eyes and quickly looked again at the screen and turned back to Dave saying that the new stylist Mandy was on her break and she would be available in five minutes if he would like to wait. Mandy – the new Stylist, Dave nodded in confirmation and Sharon stepped out from the reception desk and led the way to an empty styling station. She indicated he should sit down and she would put his robe on while he waited. As he looked in the mirror, Sharon leant in and placed the robe on him and then moved behind to tie it into place, He watched as she leant in to tie the ribbon, he caught her looking up at him, she blushed again quickly looked down as she caught him looking. As she fumbled with the ribbons he felt her fingers on his neck and caught the smell of her perfume. He felt a twitch in his cock, always a bad sign!

He asked if whilst he was waiting maybe she might massage his neck to take away the tension of using a new stylist. It was meant as a joke,

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