PIECE OF INNER PEACE (futa/F)

Story by lustepic

I, honest to god, swooned when I saw these masterpieces Grendel3d had done. After I recovered, “creative juices” flowed and I had to meditate to calm my mind, pondering probable, improbable, life and nirvana. For me, I had attained personal nirvana in the form of these pictures.

My inadequate skills can’t do proper justice to them but I give you my interpretation. From my words you can judge how far to enlightenment I have progressed.

Two trophy wives meet in a hair salon and share a new maid

The automatic door opener at the Beauty Salon Madison, located at the side of the city’s main boulevard, had to be malfunctioning since it picked up the beautiful, honey blonde woman’s huge chest straight away when she was still emerging from a limousine, and opened the doors. The body that exited from the limo was every man’s wet dream, the cleavage between the huge breasts being big enough to echo, the body having gorgeous curves on top of the long, slender legs that went on and on for miles. She was cover girl perfect, except for her chest that was far too big for anything but porn magazine specialized in humungous hooters. Looking at the way the woman moved and flaunted her body, she quite clearly knew her worth and effect on men’s minds.

“Hi, Lorraine!” Sasha greeted her friend from under the hood dryer. Sasha’s body had been cast in the same mold as the woman who had entered, the main difference being that she dyed her tresses and also all of her body hairs to platinum blonde, making her resemble upgraded and improved Marilyn Monroe. Sasha’s husband, Thomas, had a fetish for platinum blondes.

“Hi, Sasha.” Lorraine responded and sat gingerly on a styling chair. It was fairly evident that her rear was sore.

“Your back seems tender. Is your husband Henry back home?” Sasha noted slyly, “You should visit the gym regularly like I do and get exercise for your muscles. Whenever I have a session with Jorgen, my gym instructor, like today, I’m always in a better shape afterwards.” She added cattily, opening and crossing her legs suggestively, flashing her crotch at Lorraine.

“No, Henry is still in Thailand.” Lorraine replied, “He sent a new maid though, who arrived couple of days ago.”

Sasha arched her immaculate white eyebrow, “What having a new maid has to do with your back?”

“She is … special. I’m pretty sure Henry didn’t know it before he … obtained her … contract.” Sasha could hear Lorraine picking her words carefully in her answer before elucidating, “You know how obsessed Henry is with young girls with big breasts and she has huge ones for someone so young and with such a slender body.”

“Even if she is still in diapers and her breasts are huge as beach balls, I don’t see the relevance to your back.” Sasha quipped, hefting her own massive ones into a better position inside her specially ordered and reinforced silk bra.

“It’s not her breasts that make my rear ache. It’s her … extra attributes that give me trouble.” Lorraine divulged, the simultaneous pained and dreamy expression on her face piquing Sasha’s interest.

“Now you are making me curious. What you are hiding and not telling to me, your best friend?” Sasha demanded to know, “We have shared and helped each other on everything so far, ever since college where we swapped boyfriends for fun.”

“She has … “Lorraine started to answer, but stopped when she noticed Andres approaching. “Hi Andres, the same as usual, please.”

“Good day, madam.” Andres greeted Lorraine, “Same as usual – as you wish.” and prepared to do his miracle on the blonde curls. Running his fingers through the silky hair, he noted some white clumps in it. The texture was familiar to his fingers, sperm. He had seen a lot of it in Sasha’s hair too when she arrived.

“Might I bother madam to move to a washing recliner first? I’ll wash your hair before proceeding.” Andres prompted Lorraine, with aplomb, as it wasn’t his business to comment on his best clients habits of getting sperm showers.

“Huh? I thought I had washed everything off already.” Rising gracefully, since a man was watching her, even if it was only Andres, Lorraine moved to the recliner beside Sasha. “All right, wash me first, please.”

While Andres was rinsing Lorraine’s curls, Mike came in, released Sasha from the dryer and finished her treatment.

“If you are interested to find out, why don’t you come for a visit?” Lorraine teased Sasha, knowing how insatiable her curiosity, an

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