"Thank you," I whispered. Mark kissed my cheek and he must be tasting the salt of my tears. Then he was kissing my neck, nibbling and sucking and probably leaving a hickey to match the one he gave me earlier. There was a click, and my seatbelt was released. I watched in confusion as Mark leaned back into his seat and pulled out his hard cock and then pulled out off the shoulder and back onto the freeway, accelerating quickly. He grinned at me and I licked my lips, realizing what Mark wanted me to do.
"I've always wanted to have my cock sucked while driving," Mark confided in me.
Mark had been so sweet to me, so I was more than happy to fulfill his fantasy. I bent over, lowering my face into his lap and sucked the pink tip into my mouth. I traced the mushroom head with my tongue, feeling it balloon in my mouth. His cock tasted of my pussy, sweet and spicy. A semi-truck honked his horn as he passed and I got wet knowing he could see me sucking Mark's cock. I rubbed my sticky thighs together in pleasure. Mark moaned and it made me feel happy knowing he was happy. I relaxed my throat and lowered my mouth all the way down his shaft until his pubic hair ticked my lips and nose. I rose up, lips rubbing the ridge of his cock head, tongue playing with his urethra.
I sucked hard and Mark groan, "Fuck that's good. You're mouth's amazing, Mare."
I deep-throated him again and settled into a slow rhythm. Rising up, playing with his head and then slowly devouring his cock, sucking hard. I cupped his balls, feeling their round hardness in his sack. His hand gripped the back of my head and he started to force me up and down faster and harder. I could feel his balls tightened in my hands and I knew he was about to cum. I slid my mouth up so only the head was inside.
"Here it cums, Mare," he moaned.
His cum was thick and salty in my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could, but it poured in faster than I could handle. Warm cum escaped my lips. The car swerved wildly and I almost bit his cock in surprise. I sat up, cum running down my chin.
"What happened?" I asked as I scooped up the white and sticky cum with my fingers and licked them clean.
"Hmm?" he asked, coming off his orgasm. "That was amazing, but we probably shouldn't do that again."
"Why," I asked, buckling my seatbelt.
"I almost wrecked the car when I came."
I giggled. "Yeah, maybe we shouldn't do that again." My pussy was still on fire and I rubbed my thighs together, my clit rubbing against my panties.
"You need to cum, Mare?" I nodded. Mark was exiting the freeway and merging onto Meridian. "Well, I know just how to satisfy you."
"How?" I asked, intrigued, squeezing my thighs hard together. Mark pulled off Meridian into a strip mall across the street from the South Hill Mall and parked in front of the Heavenly Creatures Salon. "What are we doing?"
"Well, don't take this the wrong way," Mark said. "But I like my pussies smooth."
"You want me to get waxed?" I asked, and he nodded. I had shaved my pussy once, for Mike. But it was uncomfortable, shaving my vulva, and I got a bad case of razor burn. Mike begged me for weeks to shave it again, but it was such a bad experience that I didn't do it again.
"You can get whatever wax you want, I would just love for your pussy lips to be smooth and bare."
I thought for a moment. Mark seemed excited by the idea. And I wanted to making him happy. "Okay." Maybe waxing wouldn't be as bad as shaving.
We walked into the salon. It reeked of nail polish remover and hair spray and I felt a little light headed. A bored receptionist asked us to sign in and two middle-aged women read magazines on cushioned chairs. Mark gave a few, commanding orders to the staff and customers. In a few minutes, all the girls that worked in the salon lined up before us while the customers watched, including four more from the salon itself in various. There were some cute girls working here that just made my pussy wetter.
"Which one would you like to eat your pussy?" Mark asked me. I guess Mark really wanted me to enjoy getting waxed
Which was fine with me and I grinned as I looked over the girls. Most were Southeast Asians. Thai or Vietnamese. I eyed them over, lusting after pretty faces and the curves of their body. I licked my lips. I thought about the tall girl with bubblegum pink hair and large breasts straining at her loose blouse. Her face was round and her lips lush. Another girl combined a plump curviness with a sultry smile. But the petite, Vietnamese girl with the doll face and shy eyes stoked my fires. She was wearing the tightest, pink jeans that hugged her ass and rode low on her hips. A flowery, low cut halter top that showed off a small pair of breasts. I pointed at her and Mark motioned her over.
"What's your name," Mark asked her.
"Joy," she answered. Her voice was rich and musical, like a songbird.
"Well, Joy, I want you to give Mary whatever type of wax she wants for free." Joy nodded in agreement. "After your finished, I want you to eat her pussy until she cums."
"Yes, sir," Joy said, and flushed shyly.
"You ever been with a woman?" Mark asked her. She shook her head. I about creamed my panties. I was going pop her lesbian cherry.
"Everyone here, staff and customers," Mark said loudly, "Joy and Mary's lovemaking will be perfectly normal." Mark paused, and then he grinned boyishly. "In fact, stylist, if a client ever asked you to perform a sex act on them, do it. And enjoy doing it." He turned to the customers. "Ladies, I want you to enjoy yourselves. Have these girls get you off at least once." The customers, mostly middle-aged women but there was a hot twenty-year old, eyed the stylists speculatively. The stylist giggled, licking their lips.