Strange sex story - pleasure from my beauty therapist

On the other had, my 18 year old body is hidden in track pants and a baggy sweat-top. My hair is scraped back into a ponytail and my face is totally bare of make up.

Holy crap I feel inadequate!

“Lisa Smith?” therapist woman asks me her green eyes piercing into me.

“Yes” I stammer heat rising in my face.

Why am I blushing? This woman is making me feel seriously uncomfortable.

“Is this your first waxing?”

I nod. My mouth is dry. I’m not sure my voice will work.

“And you’re having underarms and Hollywood wax today?”

I swallow painfully, nod again and look at my feet.

“So that’s all your pubic hair removed?”

I force myself to look up at her. She’s staring at me with raised eyebrows. The silence makes my mouth dry.

“My boyfriend wants to see what I look like bald.” I blurt out.

Shit why did I tell her that?

“Well a bald pussy is much cleaner and more acceptable for oral sex.”

Did she just say what I thought she said?

Her red lips are still moving. My cheeks are on fire.

“But in my experience young girls like you can’t cope with the pain of waxing. I’m busy today and I haven’t got time for wimpy teenagers wriggling around and complaining when I’m working.  I need you to lie still and co-operate with me.”

Therapist woman’s green eyes pierce my soul. And for some reason I don’t understand I feel butterflies in my groin.

“I’ll be brave,” I hear myself saying, “I promise.”

“Good girl. Follow me”.

Her room is warm and smells of expensive perfume.

“Take your top off ready for your underarms and lie on the bed - I’ll be back in a minute.”

I take my sweat top off. I’m not wearing a bra. I lay down and look at myself in the mirror. If I say it myself my pert, naked teenage breasts look hot.

I can’t resist running my hands over my beautiful breasts, stroking and fondling them as I watch in the mirror.  My nipples are soon hard and erect under my touch just the way my boyfriend Steve likes them.

I close my eyes and for a moment and but instead of seeing Steve’s mouth around my nipples as I normally would, the green eyes and red lips of beautician woman fill my brain.

The door clicks. Fuck doesn’t she knock?

I snatch my hands back to my sides. The door opens. Obviously not!

“You’re ready for me. Good girl.”  Therapist woman smiles at me. She looks at my breasts as she slowly stirs the hot wax. “It’s a shame a beautiful girl like you hides away in baggy clothes.”

Why am I feeling butterflies in my groin again?

“Arm up” she barks. The smile is gone from her face. I quickly bend my left arm and rest my forearm behind my head. She smears wax on my armpit. It feels lovely and warm. This is not so bad.

She smoothes the material strip onto my underarm and with a deft movement she whips it off ripping the hairs out with it.

“Arrrrgh” I hear myself yell out. The pain is red hot. I squirm as she goes to apply another fabric strip on my stinging armpit.

"Shut up you little teenage slut!” beautician bitch snaps at me “You told me you were going to be a good girl. Now fucking lie still and close your mouth.”

“Sorry” I hear myself saying. I lie perfectly still.

She rips the strip off. The pain is red hot but I lie still, keep my mouth closed and try to ignore the tears welling in my eyes. One more rip and my left armpit is bald.

“Good girl. Well done.” Bitch beautician smiles at me.

Mmmm it’s good to see that smile.

I lie perfectly still while she does my right armpit. Tears run down my cheeks but I hold all other signs of pain inside me.

“Well done Lisa” nice therapist lady smiles. “You did well. Good girls get rewards.”

She gently and slowly massages cooling gel into my sore underarms.  This feels heavenly. I feel her breath come closer to my ear.

“Beautiful breasts. You have beautiful breasts Lisa.”

She brushes the edge of my left breast with the back of her hand.  It’s the briefest touch. A shot of electricity goes straight to my groin and I feel warm and wet between my legs.

“Did you like that?” therapist woman asks gently.

I nod.

She circles around my left breast with her finger tracing a spiral up towards my nipple. Her touch is soft and tender and the pleasure is exquisite. When she reaches my nipple she tweaks it urgently between her thumb and finger making it come erect and alive. She squeezes hard. I can’t help myself – I cry out.

“Shhh naughty girl” she says gently “Get ready for your Hollywood wax – I’ll be back in a few minutes”.

She leaves the room.

I jump up and peel off my jeans and knickers.

What just happened? What the fuck just happened? I’m 18 I have a boyfriend who I have regular sex with and a 40-year-old beauty therapist is making me feel hotter than I’ve ever felt in my life.

I lie back on the bed totally naked and hug my knees into my chest like a baby.

Did that crazy woman just touch my breasts? Yes! Did I love it? Yes! Do I want more? Yes? Oh Fuck!!!!

The door opens - beautician bitch is back.

“Are you ready for me?” she barks. Her face is hard.

“I think so.” I mutter.

“You think so? What kind of answer is that? Do you want to get a beautiful bald pussy or not?”

“Yes.” I whisper “I’m ready.”

“Drop your knees out sideways then. Now!”

I do as she asks and spread my legs.

Beautician woman stares at my pussy with distain.

“Hairy pussys are very ugly. Let’s get you fixed up and beautiful.”

She starts to spread the warm wax onto me with the spatula. It feels moist, gooey and warm. I lay my head back and watch. She takes her time to coat all the hairs. And then slowly and deliberately she smooths the first material strip down the side of my pussy close to my inner thigh.

She holds the skin just above the strip firmly in her left hand, takes the fabric strip in her right hand and pauses. She stares at me. Tension mounts inside me.

Just fucking get on with it will you?

She stares at me for a few more moments then keeping full eye contact she rips the strip off.

"Arrrrrrrgggggghhhhhhhh!"

The pain is incredible. It totally overwhelms all my senses. My pussy is on fire. I cry out and squirm bringing my legs together.

Beautician bitch leans over so her face is just a few inches from mine. She eyeballs me and speaks slowly in a hiss.

“Spread…  your…  legs…  you…  useless…  little…  slut…”

I gulp and drop my knees.

“Don’t make me tell you again!” she snaps.

I whimper quietly with each agonizing rip but I lie still. The pain is excruciating. I feel like it’s never, ever going to end.  I want to die. Just when I feel I can’t take any more it’s over.

"You’re done” smiles beautician bitch “Good girl!”

She casually strokes my sore red pussy.

“I think because you’ve been such a good girl, you deserve a little treat.”

She shakes her gel bottle and then squirts some onto her hand. Gently and lovingly she massages gel into my pussy. It feels fantastic.

“You have a very beautiful pussy now we’ve got rid of all of that ugly hair.”

My groin churns and I feel wetness again between my legs.

As her fingers stroked down past my clit she looks at me with her intense green eyes.

Slowly, agonizingly slowly she brushes over my clitoris time and time again feeling. I hear myself moan gently as she uncovers my bud and intensifies the massage. My breath deepens as she strokes me expertly.

“Ever been pleasured by a woman before?” she asks.

I shake my head unable to speak.

“A woman's touch is the best” she says “Women know what women want. And I know what you want now.”

Holy Fuck I feel incredible. I feel my breath shallow in my throat. Please give me more!

Slowly and deliberately she walks over to the stool on the other side of the room and sits down facing me.

She sits down tucks her hair behind her ears. She stares me in the face, licks her red lips and slowly wheels the chair towards me. Then once she’s right between my legs she lowers her face until her lips are just a few centimeters from my aching pussy. I can feel her warm breath.

Please! Please! Please!

She breathes slowly in and out teasing me.

I can’t stand it please please!.... Ahhh!

The first touch is complete heaven. She starts with gentle soft kisses on my inner thighs, then all around my red, sore pussy skirting around my clit teasing me making me wait.

Waves of pleasure wash over my body. I hear myself moan softly.

She gently kisses my clit and then opens up my bud with her tongue and starts with little snake-like flicks.

I can’t hold on any more. I let go. My orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave, like nothing I had ever felt before. She keeps flicking my clit gently as the waves subside – all the while staring up at me with her green eyes.

Then with one swift movement she’s standing bent over with two fingers deep inside me moving fast and hard. The feeling is so incredibly intense I cry out and try to bring my knees together.

“Spread your legs and shut up you little slut!”

I clamp my hand over my mouth and force myself to open my legs.

I can’t take it I can’t take it.

The intensity is incredible I want to cry out then suddenly I relax and crash through another earth shattering orgasm which leaves me jelly like and shuddering on the bed.

"Good girl. Well done.” Beautician bitch smiles at me.

She walks over to the cupboard in the corner of the room and slowly opens the door.  There must be 20 dildos lined up on the shelf. She turns to look at me.

“Next time” she smiles. “Only if you’re my good girl.”

"I’ll be very good” I hear myself say.