I walked into the small parlour near Gomti Nagar market just wanting a normal trim. Never once did I think it would become this filthy desi salon sex story that still makes my cock twitch whenever I pass that pink board. Sunita was standing near the mirror wiping her hands on a black apron. She looked about mid thirties, heavy chest, thick hips under that simple salwar, kajal a bit heavy like she had been working since morning. My usual guy was not there so she smiled and told me sit beta I will handle you today. Something in her tone felt thicker than normal service talk.
The place had only two chairs and a thin curtain separating the hair side from a tiny tinting cabin at the back. Afternoon was slow. No other ladies sitting. Just her junior helper Pooja sweeping cut hair near the door, headphones in, half locked in her phone. Sunita started with wet fingers in my hair asking when was last time someone did this proper. Her nails scratched scalp slow and I already felt blood going down. She leaned close enough that her soft mamme brushed my shoulder every time she moved the spray bottle. I tried keeping it cool saying meeting later ke liye clean look chahiye. She laughed low and said meeting can wait I will make you look proper first.
How She Moved Me Behind The Curtain
After the wash she did not sit me straight under the dryer like usual. She finished combing and then told Pooja to watch the front door I am taking him for oil treatment in cabin. Pooja just nodded without looking up. Sunita pulled the curtain across and clicked that small latch. Cabin was barely big enough for the reclining chair and one stool. Smell of coconut oil and her cheap perfume hit me hard. She told me loosen pant button pressure nahi Lena and already started pouring warm oil on my scalp. One hand worked hair while the other pressed my neck muscles. I was hard already and there was no hiding it under the cloth cape she forgot to readjust.
She noticed and did not pretend. Fingers slid down from neck to chest under the shirt collar and she pressed one nipple while oiling. Quiet voice said looks like you came here needing more than haircut. I just grunted something about long week. Sunita shifted the cape off completely so my tented underwear was right there. She cupped it over the cloth first testing weight then tugged the elastic down. My cock sprang up thick and already leaking. She wrapped oiled fingers around the shaft slow and pumped twice saying size accha hai since when you keeping this hungry. No romance talk just direct. I told her barrier pe gate lagao before Pooja comes. She replied door is locked and that girl knows not to disturb when I take special customers. Then she bent and spit on the head pulled the skin back and took half the length in her mouth like she was tasting something she already owned.
Hot mouth wet and greedy. She used tongue under the ridge while hand twisted the base and I grabbed the chair arms. She sucked loud enough that the wet sounds filled the small cabin then pulled off with a string of spit and said stand up now. I stood pants around ankles. She turned me facing the chair bent herself over the armrest flipped her salwar kameez up and yanked her own panty to the side. Heavy brown ass with a plump pussy already shiny. No lagao slow nonsense she reached back grabbed my cock and lined it straight against her hole. Push kar she ordered and I sank in one hard go. Tight heat just swallowed me. She was wet like she had been thinking about this the whole morning. I started thrusting and each slap of my thighs on her big nates made the chair creak. She pushed back meeting every stroke telling me harder chhod mat dheere se.
When She Climbed On And Rode Dirty
After some minutes of pounding her from behind she pulled off turned around and shoved me into the reclining chair herself. Salwar fully off now only kameez hanging. Sunita climbed on me standing first then sinking down so her heavy thighs locked outside mine. She took every inch while holding my shoulders staring straight. Her choot gripped and dragged along the shaft as she bounced. Sweat made her cleavage shine under the torn neckline. I grabbed both fulsome brilliant breasts squeezing rough pinching nipples till they stuck out hard. She moaned through closed lips still trying to keep volume down and muttered madarchod you fill me perfect keep going. Juice ran down my balls onto the leather seat. Pooja must have heard the chair thumping because light knocks came then silence again maybe she walked off.
Sunita rode harder grinding her clit on my pubic bone every downstroke. Her head went back hair coming loose from that simple bun. I felt her walls flutter then clamp so I grit teeth not to unload yet. She came first shaking thighs and whispering haan bhar de but I held back. When the shaking eased she climbed off turned around again and planted both hands on the sink counter next to the chair ass out. I stood and slammed back inside from behind watching my thick cock disappear into that swollen pink hole. One hand reached around rubbing her clit fast while hips cocked full speed. Skin slap noise filled everywhere. She bit her own wrist to stay quiet then said load andar nahi bahar de on my ass. But I was too far. I buried deep and shot pulse after pulse straight into her belly. Hot spill leaking out around the seal when I finally pulled free. White cream coated my tip and dripped on the floor mat.
We both panted. She cleaned quick with tissue stuffed back into her panty then straightened the kameez. I yanked pants up still sticky. Sunita looked me over wiped my cock herself with a warm wet wipe like she was finishing something she started polished. She said anytime afternoon empty you come I will text number later. No soft goodbye just that. When she opened the curtain Pooja was sitting at the front counter acting busy with a magazine but her ears looked red like she heard plenty. Sunita finished the actual haircut in five minutes clean and neat acting professional again. I paid extra and walked out legs slightly weak smell of her still on my fingers under the soap.
What Happened When I Returned The Next Week
I went back after six days same time. Same slow afternoon. Pooja was now alone at front and she looked at me knowing. Then Sunita came out from the back already wearing a tighter suit this time winter morning chill. She told Pooja take lunch full one hour and locked the main door after the girl left. No oil story this time. She pulled me straight behind the curtain shoved me against the wall and dropped to knees. Pants down cock out. She licked balls first sucking each one slow then deep throated till her nose pressed my stomach. Gag sounds wet and I held her hair using her mouth hard. Spit ran down to her neck onto that cleavage pushup look. When I was about to blow she stood bent over the same chair and pulled her suit bottom aside no panty at all this time. Her hole still a little loose from last week welcomed me easy. I fucked like a dog mounting grabbing hammies spreading them so I could watch that shiny ring stretch around my shaft.
She reached under and rubbed herself furious while I pounded. Cupboard nearby had bottles rattling with every thrust. Sunita cursed steadily bol ke mar saale deep until I do. I flipped her onto the chair seat legs up on my shoulders and folded her nearly in half so her thick thighs pressed tits. I drilled that angle so deep her eyes rolled. Another orgasm hit her juices spraying a bit onto my lower stomach. I pulled out sprayed across her stomach and lower pechos thick ropes painting skin brown with white. She fingered some of it into her mouth tasting then wiped rest with tissue laughing low that next time you keep more for inside. We cleaned again. She cut some sides of my hair so the appointment looked real if anyone checked camera outside later. I left cash under the towel and her phone number written on the bill slip.
Two more visits after that became routine. One time Pooja stayed inside on purpose sitting outside the curtain listening while Sunita rode reverse cowgirl facing the thin fabric so the junior could hear every wet slap and muffled order. Sunita got louder when she knew there was audience. Another time she made me sit while she stood over my face grinding her watered choot on my tongue until she came thrice then rewarded by sliding down and taking my cock deep so I finished snug inside again. Always the same cabin same pink walls smelling of chemicals and sex. My wife never questioned the longer hair appointments. Money spent felt worth every dirty minute. Sometimes walking past the parlour even now I get half hard thinking about how those thick thighs locked around me and how rough she wanted it without any soft story. Sunita texted last week asking when your next free afternoon is. Might go tomorrow after lunch if the market crowds stay light. That chair still carries marks from our nails I bet.
Last time she bent me over instead for a moment just to show strength pushing two oiled fingers up my ass while sucking me so fast I nearly blacked out when I came down her throat. She swallowed everything wiped her chin and told me good boy next time some toys maybe I keep in the drawer. Never thought a simple place with two chairs could get that filthy but it did and I keep walking back for more of the same raw treatment. Hair stays short now on purpose just for the excuse.