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The Hair

By: Tween2Legs



"What the hell is this, soldier?"

"SIR, I don't know, SIR!"

I was braced up at full attention beside my bunk during our weekly unannounced inspection. We were in our third week of basic training in the U.S. Army. They were trying to teach us green civilians how to be soldiers. It had been a rough three weeks.

The rest of my squad was also standing at attention beside their own bunks, staring straight ahead, almost afraid to breathe. There were 14 of us now - Jimmy Baxter couldn't handle it and had left last week. To fail an inspection meant a lot of hard running and calisthenics both for the individual soldier and the squad. No one wanted to fail and end up like Jimmy.

Everything had to be perfect to pass these inspections. Each of our bunks was the precise distance from the wall at an exact right angle. The blankets on the bunks were made so tightly a quarter would bounce off them. Our boots were spit polished to a high sheen with no evidence of the dirt and mud we had tramped through the previous day. Our uniforms were hung precisely according to the rules. The uniforms we were wearing were starched and impeccable. Our personal drawer at the bottom of our closet displaying our personal and toiletry items had to be neat and perfectly clean.

Our inspectors were 1st Lt. Gerald Hinton and 2nd Lt. Sherry Lindel. Lt. Hinton was in command of all the male squads in the platoon; Lt. Lindel commanded the female squads. In this day of the current army, both men and women went through basic training together. We even had dorms in the same building. Our dorm rooms were separate, of course, and whenever they were occupied, a regular soldier was seated at a desk right inside the door as a dorm guard, preventing anyone from coming or going when they weren't supposed to.

Lt. Hinton was kneeling down looking into my personal drawer. Lt. Lindel was standing in front of me, looking at me and holding a clipboard. Although she held the clipboard in front of her, you could tell she had nice tits. But I dared not look at her - I was staring right through her. Either of them could write me up for any infraction at any time. Lt. Hinton had obviously found something he didn't like in my personal drawer.

"What the hell is this, soldier?" He asked, not yet yelling - we were yelled at a lot - but loud enough for the whole room to hear. I'm sure there were unseen grimaces from each of the other squad members - "Pvt. Randin fucked up and that means hell for all of us."

"SIR, I don't know, SIR!" I replied holding my rigid pose and staring straight ahead.

"Look at this, Sherry," he spoke to Lt. Lindel.

She looked over into my personal drawer and I could hear an audible gasp from her.

"Not good," she said with obvious contempt.

I was getting nervous. What the hell could he have found? Like everyone else, I had spent hours cleaning, polishing, and placing each item exactly where it was supposed to be. What had I missed?

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Lt. Hinton reach into my personal drawer and slowly pick something up. He stood up and held it two inches in front of my eyes.

"Now, do you know what the hell this is?" he asked loudly with his face two inches to the side of mine. Intimidation was one of the techniques used to "mold" us into soldiers. Both Hinton and Lindel were good at it.

"SIR, yes, SIR!" I was still staring straight ahead.

"Well, what is it, Pvt. Randin?" He was almost yelling now, but not as loud as he was about to get.

"SIR, it's a bar of soap, SIR!"

"I know it's a bar of soap, private. What is on the bar of soap?"

I gulped and refocused my eyes to the bar of soap two inches in front of my face. I saw something.

"SIR, it looks like a hair, SIR!"

"It LOOKS like a hair?"

"SIR, it's a hair, SIR!"

"What is your god damn hair doing on this god damn bar of soap?" Almost yelling now.

"SIR, it's not my hair, SIR!"

That stopped him for a second as he thought about my answer.

"Well, whose god damn hair is it, Pvt. Randin?" His voice had lowered and I could feel his breath and some of his spittle on my cheek.

I knew then I had to come clean. I thought we were going to get away with it, but one damn hair...

"SIR, permission to speak freely, SIR?"

"You'd better speak freely, private, and it'd better be good." Even louder now.

"SIR, it's a pussy hair, SIR!" I knew then that they were going to know the entire story.

"What did you say, Pvt. Randin?" This time, a slightly lowered voice, but now almost against my ear.

"SIR, I said it's a pussy hair, SIR!"

Gazing past the bar of soap Hinton was still holding in front of my face, I could see the color rise in Lt. Lindel's face.

Lt. Hinton glanced at Lt. Lindel, cleared his throat and asked, "How did a pussy hair get on YOUR soap, private?"

"SIR, it's from the girls, SIR!"

"Girls were using your soap?" He couldn't believe my answer.

"SIR, yes, SIR!"

He looked at Lt. Lindel. "I'm finding this hard to believe." She nodded.

"When were girls using your soap, private?"

"SIR, last night in the shower, SIR!"

"Are you telling me there were girls in your shower bay last night?" he asked incredulously.

"SIR, yes, SIR!"

When he heard that, he yelled, "SON OF A BITCH!" and threw the bar of soap as hard as he could toward the end of the room. We heard it crunch against the wall and break into a thousand pieces.

I swallowed hard, then inwardly grinned, thinking that no matter what kind of hell we had to pay; last night was surely fucking worth it.

Lt. Hinton was really pissed! Something like this just wasn't supposed to happen under his command. He could see his promising career disappear right before his eyes if what he was hearing ever got out.

He was huffing and puffing, his face was red, and his fists were clenched at his side. After a minute, he and Lt. Lindel stepped into the aisle between the two rows of bunks and whispered to each other. Then Hinton yelled, "Squad! Form up!"

Instantly we all scrambled to the center of the room and formed two straight lines, two deep and stood at attention. I was in the middle of the first row. Lt. Lindel stood at the end of the formation while Lt. Hinton slowly walked back and forth in front of us. He stopped right in front of me.

He spoke very deliberately and very forcefully, "Pvt. Randin, you will tell me exactly what happened last night. You will answer all my questions. You will speak the truth. If you as much as think about lying, I'll string you from the flagpole by your fingernails. Do you under -"

Lt. Lindel stepped up to Hinton and whispered something to him. Then she went back to the side of the formation.

Lt. Hinton continued, "Never mind about the flagpole. Do you understand me, Pvt. Randin?"

"SIR, yes, SIR!" I didn't speak quite as loudly as usual since he was standing right in front of me and everybody in the room could hear anyway.

Then he started.

"What girls were in your shower last night? And stop with the SIR."

"SIR, yes, SIR! I mean yes, sir."

"Answer my question, Pvt. Randin."

"SIR, girls from Baker squad."

"You mean the soldiers on this floor at the other end of the hall?"

"Yes, sir. Those girls."

Lt. Hinton looked over at Lt. Lindel and she just shrugged her shoulders like, "I don't know."

"Who was on dorm guard duty last night, Pvt. Randin?"

"Corp. Crandall, I believe, sir."

"How did these "girls" get by Corp. Crandall?"

"Permission to speak freely, sir?"

"Yes, go ahead, Randin."

"One of the girls gave him a blow job, sir."

There was silence. Then, "What did you say, Randin?"

"Sir, one of the girls sucked his cock and he let them in."

"Randin, I thought I told you you'd be in deep shit if you lied to me."

"Yes, sir. There was a knock on the door and Corp. Crandall got up and went over to the door and opened it a little and talked to somebody. Pretty soon one girl came in and they went over to Corp. Crandall's desk. He sat down in his chair and she got on her knees in front of him and you could tell she was opening his pants. She leaned in with her head and pretty soon there were slurping sounds and her head was bobbing up and down. After a while he grabbed her head with both hands and pulled her head against him. There was a loud groan and Corp. Crandall bucked up a couple of times and started saying, "Fuck, fuck, fuck." Then he let go of her head and she got up. He motioned over to the door and she went over and opened it. That's when the girls came in."

Lt. Hinton was standing there with a blank look on his face like he still couldn't believe what he was hearing. The red was gone from Lt. Lindel's face and she was looking interested.

Lt. Lindel came over and asked me, "Private, was she wearing her uniform?"

"No, ma'am. She just had her bra on top and some sort of shorts on."

"How big was Corp. Crandall's -"

"Sherry!" Lt. Hinton interrupted. "For god's sakes!"

"Never mind, private," she said, but remained standing in front of me next to Lt. Hinton.

Lt. Hinton asked, "Where was the squad while the girl was, you know, while she was, ah..."

"While she was blowing him?" Lt. Lindel finished his question.

Lt. Hinton looked at her like he couldn't believe she was so direct. She just glanced at him then looked back at me and asked, "Well, where were you?"

"Well, ma'am, when we heard the knock on the door, we all dropped what we were doing and hurried to where we could see. We were all standing between the dorm room and the entrance to the latrine. Probably 20 feet from Corp. Crandall's desk."

"And you saw this female soldier give Corp. Crandall a blow job?" Lt. Lindel continued.

"Yes, ma'am. It looked like she knew what she was doing. She kind of pushed him down into his chair and dropped to her knees all in one motion. We couldn't see exactly what she was doing, but Corp. Crandall rolled his eyes and looked up to the ceiling as soon as she latched on to his cock. I mean, she probably was sucking it because the slurping noises started right off and her head was moving up and down." I paused.

"And one more thing, ma'am."

"Yes, Pvt. Randin?"

"Well, Corp. Crandall, he had a big smile on his face."

When she heard this, Lt. Lindel licked her lips and smiled a little smile of her own.

Lt. Hinton cleared his throat and said, "Ah...Lt. Lindel, I'll take over now and get to the bottom of this."

"How many girls came into the dorm room when the door was opened, private?"

"Ah...there were seven altogether, sir. Turned out there were two men for each girl."

He looked at Lt. Lindel, "Oh, my god this is bad." He was starting to sweat.

"What happened then, private?" he asked me.

"Permission to speak freely, sir?"

"Yeah, yeah. Go ahead, Randin." You could tell Lt. Hinton didn't want to hear what he was about to hear.

"Well, sir, the girls were all dressed the same. I mean, they just had their bras on and some kind of shorts. We couldn't believe it. We've been here for three weeks and we've been so busy training that we couldn't even think about pussy. And here were these girls with their shirts off right in our dorm! I'm sure we all thought we'd died and gone to heaven!" I paused again.

Lt. Hinton looked at Lt. Lindel. She had an intense look, like she didn't want to miss any words.

Lt. Hinton looked back at me and said tentatively, "Go ahead."

"Okay. We came together and introduced each other and talked about what they were doing."

"What were they doing, private?" Lt. Lindel asked.

"They said they had been here for three weeks and were getting lonely for some cock."

Lt. Lindel swallowed and asked, "They actually said that?"

"Yes, ma'am. After a while we kind of paired off, two men with one girl, and each group kind of went to separate places in the dorm."

"You mean you took the girls to your bunks?"

"Yes, ma'am, that's what happened. We all started kissing, you know, making out and pretty soon all the bras were off and the girls' tits were getting some pretty good attention from us guys!"

"Shall I continue to speak freely, ma'am?"

"By all means, private. With all the details."

Lt. Hinton looked at her with a "What are you doing?" look. She ignored him.

"Yes, ma'am. The girls sure liked getting their tits felt up and their nipples sucked. It was two on one, you know. There was a lot of moaning and groaning, and girls saying, "Yes, yes, yes." We are all pretty horny, that's for sure, and it wasn't long before most of the girls were all naked and the guys started taking their own clothes off, too. After three weeks there were some pretty hard cocks around. And those girls sure were anxious for some cock! And each of them had two! One for each hand! Pretty soon somebody yelled, "Let's take a shower!" The girls squealed and jumped up and headed for the shower bay. Us guys stripped off the rest of our clothes, grabbed our soap from our drawer..."

I looked at Lt. Hinton. He had a glazed look at what he was hearing.

"We got our soap and followed the girls right into the showers. They already had the water on and were squealing and laughing and giggling and splashing. We went right in and started hugging and touching and kissing under the spray. Two on one, you know."

I looked at Lt. Lindel. She was slowly rubbing her chest with her clipboard and looking at me with anticipation of what I was going to say next.

I continued.

"Well, it was a lot of fun then. We were kissing and feeling the girls up. Their hands were all over us, rubbing our chests and backs and grabbing at our cocks. We soaped those girls up good and with suds all over them, our hands were all over their slippery tits and their backs and their butts. My hands sliding over those nice tits and nipples really felt good."

Lt. Lindel's mouth was slightly open and her breathing had increased. Her chest was moving up and down under that clipboard.

"We soaped them up real good. We didn't neglect those pussies, either. No sirree! Each of us guys made sure that those pussies had a lot of attention. We soaped between their legs and rubbed our soapy hands from their asses to their clits over and over again. Those girls loved it with one guy rubbing her tits and another rubbing her pussy. The squealing and laughing had mostly turned to moaning and groaning."

"Then those girls washed each of us. I don't mind saying that some of the guys shot their load right there in the shower. Most of the girls took it on their tits and washed it off under the water."

"Pretty soon we all rinsed off - still touching and kissing, mind you - and turned off the water. We dried each other off with clean towels. Those firm tits really felt nice under that soft towel! The girls made sure that our cocks and balls were dry. Then we all gravitated toward our bunks. We were kissing and sucking and rubbing and grabbing, both the girls and the guys."

Lt. Lindel had taken over the questioning.

"I'm almost afraid to ask what happened next," she said under her breath.

She looked right at me. "What happened next, private?" she asked in a husky voice.

"Permission to speak freely, ma'am?"

"Go ahead, private."

"We fucked. All those pussies were so wet and ready and our cocks were hard as steel. We fucked. When the first guy started fucking our girl, it wasn't long before she was hollering and bucking and coming. Then he would come hard. Sometimes she was bouncing around so much that his cock would come out and cum would spurt all over her belly or her back. As soon as she had calmed down a little, the other guy would fuck her. Some girls wouldn't come again that soon, but it wouldn't take long for the second guy to come, mostly deep in her cunt. Most of the girls wanted some more, so they sucked our cocks and played with our balls until we were hard again. That didn't take too long for most of us! As soon as we were hard, they had us fuck them again and again."

"There was just a lot of fucking going on. Then kind of like there was some signal, things quieted down. We were all pretty well spent, but there were smiles all around! The girls got up, found their clothes, and got dressed. Then each of them kissed each of their guys on the lips and on their cock. They said "Thanks for a good time." and they all left."

"We were so amazed that we just stood around for a while. Pretty soon we started talking about what had happened - you know, like guys always do. Then somebody said "We gotta clean up. There might be an inspection tomorrow!" So we got to work getting ready for a possible inspection. I guess we probably didn't pass, but I think we all would say that we wouldn't have missed last night for anything."

"And, Lt. Lindel?"

"Yes, private?"

"Don't be too hard on the girls. They're just girls and girls like to fuck, I mean, girls like sex just as much as us guys, you know. Now that we've got it out of our system, it probably won't happen again."

"Don't tell me how to take care of my soldiers, private!" she said.

"Yes, ma'am. I just thought -"

"Quiet, private!"

"Yes, ma'am"

"Lt. Hinton and I will consult on the appropriate punishment for each squad. It goes without saying that your actions and the actions of my squad are against all the rules. You will know our decision soon enough."

"Yes, ma'am"

She looked at Lt. Hinton. He was still in a state of shock. "Gerald, we need to go to your office and discuss this serious misbehavior. You can dismiss the squad now."

"Ah...sure...ah, squad dismissed," he said somewhat meekly.

He and Lt. Lindel left.

*****

"Well, what do you think of that, Gerald?" Lt. Lindel asked as they walked to his office.

"A...I...ah, I don't know," he answered still confused.

"Well, I know. Let's hurry up and get to your office."

When they got to the office, he unlocked the door and they both went inside.

She grabbed him and slammed him against the wall, pushing herself against him.

"That made me so hot! That mental picture of the shower bay with the water running and the stiff cocks and the soapy tits just makes me so hot!" She kissed him.

"Ah... Sherry! We can't do this! We're officers! We -"

"The fuck we can't!" she interrupted and kissed him again, shoving her tongue into his mouth.

She pulled her shirt apart and pulled her bra up over her tits.

"Here! Kiss my tits! Hurry!"

She pulled his head down to her tits and he involuntarily kissed her tits.

"Oh, god! Yes, yes! Suck them! Bite them!"

She was a woman on a mission! She reached down to his crotch and grabbed his cock through his pants.

"Oh, Sherry! Oh, my god!" he moaned through his bites, his kisses, and his slobber.

She fumbled with his pants, unbuckling his belt, and working on his buttons.

"Here, let me," he said and he unbuttoned his military pants, and pulled his pants and boxers down to his knees.

She was immediately on his cock with both hands.

"Oh, Gerald! That feels so nice! I've got to have it - right now!"

She stepped back, pulled her skirt up to her waist, and pulled her panties off. Gerald's eyes went big as he stared at her shaved pussy.

"Quick! Fuck me! Fuck me right now!" she demanded and she turned around and bent over his office desk with her legs spread.

Gerald was too slow to react.

"Gerald, god damnit! Get over her and stick your big cock in my pussy! I need it so bad! Right now!"

Gerald shuffled over, put his hands on her hips, and pushed his cock into her wet and ready cunt.

"Oh, my god, Sherry!"

"Oh, yeah! Fuck! Now fuck me! Fuck me hard!" she ordered.

He started fucking her, first slowly and then picking up the pace. Pretty soon, he was grunting with each thrust, "Uh...uh...uh..."

"Yes! Oh, god! Yes!" as she pushed back to meet his cock as it slammed into her.

"More! Yes! That's it! That's it! I'm going to come! Keep fucking me! Don't stop! Don't fucking stop!"


The Hair and the Rose Garden



SETHP 2009 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED


(Thank you to pennlady and meg1, without whom my grammer would be even worse then it is now. This one goes out to hair lovers everywhere. Millie is based on a real life encounter. She was hot! Enjoy!)



John sat there looking out his window, again. Millie was out there tending to her rose bushes, like she did every weekend. John had to admit that she had the best garden on the block. Her front lawn was always perfectly manicured, and her rose bushes and flower beds were the envy of every house hold in town. As beautiful as Millie's landscaping was; it wasn't the reason that John sat there gazing dreamily out of his window every weekend.

The reason John sat by his window drinking his morning coffee religiously, was so that he could watch Millie working. To John, she was a goddess incarnate. He loved the swell of her large breasts straining against her tight, tank tops, and the way that her shorts showed every curve of her ass as she bent over tending to her precious rose bushes. Even more than that though, he loved Millie's long, red hair. 

Millie had the longest hair John had ever seen. It wasn't just long though. It was also full and thick and wonderful. He longed to run his hands through her hair or brush it for her. Ever since Millie and her hair had moved in next door, she was all John could think about. That she was also beautiful and busty and even nice to him, in addition to her thick mane, was almost too much to bear. He had become an obsessed voyeur of sorts. That he should actually walk over and ask her on a date never occurred to him.

This Saturday morning started out just like every other Saturday of the past few months. John showered and dressed and made some fresh coffee and toasted an everything bagel with chive and onion cream cheese. He then took his seat by the kitchen window and watched Millie tend to her rose bushes in the warm, morning sun. Turning back to the window after sipping his coffee, he instantly saw that something wasn't right. Millie wasn't there. She was probably taking a break or getting something to drink, John thought to himself. Once out in her garden, it was a sure thing that Millie would be there for hours usually.

John stood up to stretch and truthfully get a better view into Millie's windows, and noticed what looked like shoes sticking out from behind a little hedge that framed a small rock path beside a row of rose bushes. Shoes?

"Oh shit!" John yelled, jumping up and spilling his coffee all over the kitchen table. He bolted for the side door of the kitchen and out across his lawn towards Millie's house.

Once across the street, John realized that it really was Millie's shoes that he had seen from his kitchen window. She lay there sprawled across the stone path beside her glorious rose bushes, unconscious. John knelt down beside her careful not to step on her amazing hair, and felt for a pulse. He was relieved to find one and was also pleased to see that she was breathing. He stared at her giant breasts, pushing up against the fabric of her shirt with each breath she took before the gravity of the situation popped back into the front of his mind.

She must have slipped on one of the rocks and bumped her head quite hard. She looked like an angel there with her hair splayed all around her and her large breasts rising and falling with each breathe she took. 

John didn't know what to do. She seemed ok. Did he really need to call 911? She didn't seem like the type of woman who would appreciate a non emergency trip to the hospital in an ambulance. He just couldn't help himself. He decided to take matters into his own hands and carried her into her house. Despite her extremely large breasts and exorbitant amount of hair, she really was quite small, almost to the point of being petite. 

After scooping Millie up in his arms and savoring the feel of her thick, silky hair draped over his skin, John proceeded to carry her into her house. Her back door was ajar and he easily pushed it open with his foot. Once inside, he laid her down on the couch and checked her head for blood or any other sign of injury. Millie seemed to be ok, just knocked out. John knew that a concussion could be serious and decided to go and get some ice for her head and a blanket to cover her up with.

Upon standing up, John realized that he was hard as a rock. Holding the girl of his dreams in his arms had aroused him beyond all comprehension. He had to unsnap his jeans to release some pressure and adjust himself. It was then that he realized the situation that he had stumbled on and sort of created. He was never going to get this type of chance again. Here he was standing next to an unconscious goddess with his cock in his hands, inches away from the hair of his dreams. 

John leaned forward and picked up a handful of Millie's hair with one hand and pulled his hard cock out of his briefs with his other hand. God he needed some relief! After freeing his cock, John reached down and carefully pulled Millie's tank top up until her left nipple popped free, exposed. It was large and dark and long and almost as hard as his cock. His cock became more engorged at the site of it. Did she always work without a bra? With boobs that size?

That was the point of no return, and John wrapped the strand of hair he had around his cock and started stroking his cock with it. It was luxurious. He started to stroke his cock faster and with more urgency. It didn't take many strokes before he erupted into her hair and with a groan he released her fiery red locks. 

He stepped back looking down upon Millie. She was just incredibly beautiful and even more so with a thick wad of his jism dripping through her hair. She started to moan a little. John quickly pulled his underwear and pants on and moved away from Millie. He could appear normal by the time she came to, but then there was the slight problem of all that sperm in her hair. God, he could see the headlines now after they locked him in the slammer for more then a few years. What was the sentence these days for getting too frisky with someone's hair?

She blinked twice and turned her head towards him.

"What are you doing here?" She asked slowly. "What's going on?"

"Um...you fell in your garden and I saw you lying there so I ran over and picked you up and brought you indoors." He answered.

"You helped me?" She asked.

"Well anyone would have done it." John replied blushing. "I had to make sure you were alright."

"Well in my book, that still makes you a hero." Mille said standing up. "Thank you." And she leaned up and kissed him on the cheek.

If it was possible for John to blush any more, he did. "Thanks." He managed to stammer. "I better get going now." He was unable to move his feet though, because he was mesmerized by a strand of cum making its way out of Millie's hair and oozing down her forehead. Thoughts of prison and getting out of town fast were running through his head. He started to open his mouth as Mandy wiped the errant strand of sperm from her brow with her right hand and then rubbed it on her pants. 

"Good thing you brought me in. I'm still sweating. I would have baked to death out there for sure." She said glancing at the clock over the fireplace. "Hey, since you saved my life, the least I can do is invite you to stay for lunch. I have a breakfast casserole baking, in the oven that should be done a few minutes. Grab a beer out of the fridge while I take a quick shower ok?" 

Without waiting for an answer, she bounded up the stairs, her large breasts bouncing as she did so. His cum was still trying to leak out of her hair. Mortified, John shrugged his shoulders and did as Millie had suggested. What was the point in running away? He waited and listened for the inevitable scream and call to the police.

John sat there sipping his beer and listened to Millie upstairs. He heard her walking around and starting the shower. She was done showering within fifteen minutes. He thought that most of that time was spent conditioning that wondrous hair of hers. He heard the shower shut off and the sliding door open. He heard her footsteps as she walked from her bathroom to her bedroom. He heard her opening her closet door and he heard her ruffling through her clothes and opening drawers. He could just picture the drawer full of sexy bras in his mind. But his thoughts drifted to her thick, red hair. He started getting the beginnings of an erection just thinking about running his hands through her wet hair; untangling it carefully with his fingers. Wow.

"John stop that before you get yourself in trouble." He said to himself.

Lost in his thoughts, John didn't notice Millie come down the stairs. "Hey you look happy. Penny for your thoughts?" She asked.

"Oh... I was just thinking about how nice your garden is." John lied. He couldn't very well tell her he was thinking about her breasts and hair and how he wanted to sexually ravage her now could he? It was then that he really noticed her. She was wearing sandals, very short white shorts and an extremely tight stripped polo shirt. She looked amazing. Despite her large breasts straining against the fabric of her shirt, his eyes were drawn to her wet hair and how it hung long down past her shoulders and clung to the sides of her face... 

"Actually I have a favor to ask you, if you wouldn't mind." Millie said.

"Sure." John replied a little too zestfully. "Anything."

Without hesitating, Millie produced a bottle of hair conditioner. "I must have gotten something besides dirt in my hair when I passed out earlier. It was all sticky. Will you help me put some conditioner in my hair?"

John heroically fought back the urge to spit his mouthful of beer all over the couch and just nodded his head.

"Oh thank you! I don't know what I would do without you. Just lay there dead in the rosebushes with nasty hair I guess." Millie said laughing. John thought she'd probably take fewer showers and need less conditioner if he wasn't around.

Millie plopped herself down on the floor in front of where John was sitting handing the conditioner to him as she did so. Gulping and trying to control his breathing and his growing erection, John squeezed a copious amount of it directly onto the top of Millie's head. He put the bottle down on the couch and placed both of his hands on Millie's thick wet locks and began working the conditioner in. It took a few seconds before he remembered to breathe again. Overall he kept it together pretty well, though.

He lovingly worked in the conditioner, running his fingers from the top of her scalp all the way down to the very ends of her hair. It was luxurious and Millie actually started purring. He must have been doing it right! "That feels so good John. You could do this for ever." She said. John just kept kneading her hair and massaging her head as his sign of agreement. Yes, he thought, he really could do this all day and all night forever. John's slight arousal had now turned into a raging erection, but his plan of keeping it to himself was thwarted soon enough. Millie reached back to brace herself against the couch and missed badly. Her hand missed the couch by about two inches and shoot straight back to his groin, firmly resting on his hard meat.

"Oh my!" She exclaimed.

"Uh, sorry I...." John started but was cut off as Millie's hand grabbed his cock purposefully.

"Like my hair do you?" She asked throatily. "Or is it these?" She asked standing up and turning around thrusting her massive chest forward.

John just stared at her open mouthed, unable to speak or move. Millie, not waiting for an answer, pulled up her shirt, exposing her wondrous breasts and large, hard nipples. John was so enamored with her hair, that he hadn't even noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra until just then. Millie straddled John's lap, grinding her crotch on his hardness, thrusting an engorged nipple into his mouth. John clamped down hard on it and started sucking, like his life depended on it. Millie responded with a loud moan, pulling John's head closer to her breast. John's hands made their way up Millie's back and entwined in her wet, soft hair. 

Millie pulled her hard nipple out of his mouth and stood up. "Take off your pants." She ordered. John stood up and quickly complied taking off his underwear too. His cock popped free and proudly stood at attention. Millie cooed in approval as she knelt down; opening her lips wide, she sucked a good portion of his cock into her mouth. John started to buck his hips forward, driving his cock deeper into Millie's mouth. Her mouth felt so good. She was taking almost his entire length inside, drooling around his cock and caressing his balls with her free hand. Sensing that he was close to coming, Millie released his cock and stood up. She needed him inside her. She needed to cum.

Before John had a chance to protest, Millie had slid her short white shorts down to her ankles and stepped out of them. There stood his dream girl. The short, busty redhead next door with the amazing mane of hair that he had lusted after for all these long months. He was finally going to have her. All of her.

Millie laid down on the bear skin rug in the living room, spreading her legs wide in invitation. John didn't need any more coaxing and quickly got on top of his chesty dream girl and mounted her. Millie was sopping wet and he slid his large erection inside her with ease. John started to fuck Millie furiously. In and out and in and out he slid his cock and Millie grunted in approval with each deep thrust. Her massive breasts were jiggling to the rhythm of their sex. Millie squealed and started to orgasm as John's pace quickened. Her fingernails clawed down his back and her legs wrapped around his waist as her body shook with wave after wave of ecstasy. John could actually feel her pussy contracting around his cock as she came. 

John was about to cum as well but he had plans. He quickly pulled his cock out of Millie's sopping hole and positioned himself by her head. Grabbing a thick clump of her soft hair he wrapped it around his cock and exploded in Millie's hair for the second time that day. Ropes of his sperm splattered throughout his redheads fiery locks has his hand piston the wet clump of her hair up and down his spasming cock. 

"Oh fuck!" He exclaimed and collapsed onto the floor beside her placing one of his hands on a massive boob. 

Millie laughed as she turned her head to look at her new lover. "I guess that explains my hair from earlier?"

"Sorry." John stammered. "I guess you could say I have a thing for your hair."

"I don't mind actually as long as you make me cum like that every time, I'm down for anything!"

In time John discovered that Millie was indeed down for anything as long as he made her cum in buckets. Those adventures will have to wait for next time though. For now, let's just say that they lived together happily ever after.

THE END



The Hair Bag



Gavin Thompson had the cleanest bathroom in America. You could actually eat off the toilet seat it was so clean. Not that you'd really want to even if you did have the opportunity. For Gavin, cleaning the bathroom was therapy and he seemed to need a lot of therapy. He cleaned it once a day, every day, including holidays; sometimes he'd even do it twice.

He had a two bedroom, two bath corner unit with the only roof garden in the building. It opened up to a spectacular view of the Rocky Mountains. It was definitely one of the best views from any apartment in Boulder. For a budding novelist it was an ideal spot to write. The view provided him with plenty of inspiration and memories. It was also the perfect spot for romantic dinners. It was a grand idea that he was not able to pull off very often. In fact, he'd only had one dinner on the roof garden and that was with his best friend, Tina. Hardly the romantic situation he'd hoped for. His roommate, Steve, on the other hand, used it all the time. When the weather was good, Steve would have dinner out there with a different girl at least three times a week. The sounds of wild sex coming from Steve's room would usually follow. That never bothered Gavin. In fact, he looked forward to listening to it. 

Gavin was a chronic masturbator so each of Steve's conquests provided him with plenty of material. Gavin would make sure and meet each one when they first came over and then would quickly retreat to his room to jerk off. If he could squirt one out right away it gave him at least two hours to rejuvenate before the after dinner sex would happen and he could give it a whack again. Gavin also had a fetish. He was absolutely crazy for pussy hair.

Many days he spent more time searching for porn on the internet than he did actual writing. He had found hundreds of hairy pussy websites and had downloaded more than 96,000 photos to his computer. With that many women in his archive it made it fairly easy to find a few that looked a lot like pretty much any girl Steve brought home. He would jerk off then take the time to search, copy, rename the photos with the name of the girl he'd just met and re-file them in the "Steve" folder. That way he always had a memory and they always had hairy pussies whether they shaved or waxed them in real life or not. This almost always caused feelings of guilt and stress which caused him to go scrub down his bathroom. That is how he got the cleanest bathroom in America.

Gavin never wanted a roommate but as a sometimes-struggling writer, he wasn't always able to swing the rent by himself. He'd met Steve during the one month he had actually used the one year membership to the gym around the corner. He'd bought that with the advance on his yet-to-be-started second novel. He'd also paid cash for a new Toyota Prius, bought the latest in flat screen and home theater technology for his living room and all new furniture that did not come from IKEA this time so he would not have to assemble it himself. After all was spent and done, he came to the disturbing realization that it might be a while before he got any decent royalty checks from his first novel that wasn't exactly tearing up the best seller lists. 

Gavin had casually mentioned to Steve, a personal trainer at the gym, that he was looking for a dependable roommate. After much discussion, and assurances from Steve that he wasn't going to dirty up the place, it was agreed that he would move in on a month-to-month basis. So far it had worked out great; Steve had held up his end of the bargain and kept the common areas clean. He also kept his doors shut so if he actually did make a mess in his own bedroom or bathroom, Gavin would never know. They respected each other's space, stayed out of each other's stuff and pretty much lived their own separate lives.







****

As far as Gavin's own sex life was concerned, there wasn't much to speak of. He was hung up on someone he couldn't have so he became content with jerking off to his hairy pussy files. He would simply wait until either his soulmate came along and found him or he could actually have the one he wanted. That one was his best friend, Tina. 

It had been six years since he'd tried to make a move on her and had taken no chances with her or anyone else since. Gavin and Tina had been best friends since their senior year in high school until, finally, three sexually frustrating years later, he felt that the time was finally right to take their friendship to the next level. He dressed up in his best suit and sat down at their favorite table at their favorite sports bar with an awesome view of the Rockies. He just knew it was going to be a special night.

"Wow, you're all spiffy," she said, as she walked up wearing casual clothes and a big smile on her face. "What's the occasion? I'm obviously not dressed for it, whatever it is. I thought we were just meeting for happy hour." She gave him a quick peck on the lips.

"Well, I'm pretty happy," he said.

"Yeah? Me too, actually." 

Gavin pulled out her chair for her then sat back down. "Good. I have something important I want to talk to you about," he said, taking a serious tone.

"Really?" That's so funny; I have something I want to talk to you about also."

"Wow. Great minds, huh?"

"Exactly. You go first," she said.

"No, that's okay, you go.

"Okay!" she said, bursting with excitement. "I have wanted to tell you this for so long. I was just scared about how you'd feel but so much time has gone by now, I feel I can finally tell you what I've been wanting to for so long." She placed her hands over his, her face absolutely beaming. "You know how sometimes in life you can search and search and not realize that what you wanted all along is right under your nose?"

Gavin couldn't speak. He couldn't believe it; she was in love with him too. He was finally going to be with the woman of his dreams. He just nodded and hoped that his racing heart wouldn't jump through his chest.

"Wow. I can't believe I'm about to say this."

Gavin leaned forward. He was all ears. "It's been so many years... Now that I think about it, I guess I've known since high school..." she said.

"Yes," Gavin squeaked.

"I don't know how to say this." She wiped away a happy tear. I told myself I wouldn't get nervous."

"Go ahead, just say it." Gavin's mouth was open... waiting.

"Okay, here goes," she said. The pause in between sentences seemed to take forever. "I'm a lesbian!" she blurted out for the entire place to hear.

A chill ran through his entire body. No matter what he did, he could not close his mouth. "Gavin? Did you hear me? You okay? Gavin? Gavin?" That was the last thing he heard before he passed out.

Six years later he still carried a torch for her and although he'd never seen her naked, he imagined her that way – thick, black, hairy bush and all – for the first jerk off of every day.

****

"I have a huge favor to ask," Tina said, putting on the smile that would assure she would get whatever she wanted from Gavin.

"What's that?" he asked, as he handed her the popcorn and joined her on the couch in front of the big screen.

"You know how I started going to the gym around the corner?"

"Yeah."

"Well, the place is awesome but the showers are kind of nasty."

"So, why don't you tell Steve and see if there's something he can do?"

"He said they're going to renovate them next year so they won't do anything now."

"Sucks for you."

"Well, that's where you come in. I was hoping you'd let me come up and use yours until then," she said, batting her eyes playfully. "I know it's a total pain in the ass."

The thought of Tina naked in his bathroom gave him an instant boner. "I guess," he said, trying to act like he couldn't care less. "Use your key if I'm not here." And leave the bathroom door open if I am, he thought.

****

Gavin was feeling especially guilty. Steve's date from the night before was incredibly hot – hotter than usual. He had taken extra special care cleaning the bathroom after that. He also knew Tina was coming over so that provided some extra incentive to do an extra special job. He was bummed that he was going to miss her first shower because he had to be at a lunch meeting with his editor. At least a lunch meeting was better than what he usually did around that time of day, which was walk. He needed to get some sort of exercise since the gym thing hadn't worked out. Now he was going to have to change his routine around so he could try to be available in case Tina needed anything for her showers. Oh well, there were going to be plenty of them, he could miss this one.

He came home and went straight to his room. He was all set to jerk off while he imagined his editor. She looked pretty good for a woman in her fifties and had really thick eyebrows which, in Gavin's mind, signified the presence of a nice, bushy muff.

He went into the bathroom to wash his hands because he could still smell the soy sauce he had spilled. He reached for the towel and happened to look down into the tub. That's when he saw it. Right there, two inches from the drain was a crooked, black hair. The towel fell to the floor and he dropped to his knees. "Holy shit," he said out loud. "No fucking way!" He reached down and picked it up. The analysis was quick. 

He was able to rule himself out right away. First of all, Gavin was blond and this hair was most definitely black. Just like Tina's hair. It was about an inch long; too long to be from an eyebrow or, God forbid, the nose. It couldn't be from an armpit. Tina wore tank tops a lot and he knew she shaved under there. It was too short and scraggly to be from her head; she had long, flowing hair. It could be from her ass, but even if it was, that was kind of a turn on too. No, it had to be a pussy hair, it just had to be. 

He closed the drain in the sink, gently placed the hair in it and slowly backed away. He didn't want to take any chance of losing his precious find. He went around the apartment, gathered up a few items and hurried back to his bathroom. First, he set up the little lamp he'd taken from his desk then produced the magnifying glass his grandfather had given him as a kid. He stared, fascinated, at the hair in the good light for at least fifteen minutes before digging out the sandwich-sized ziplock bag he'd shoved in his pocket. He dropped the hair into the bag, sealed it up tight and held it under the light. Then he dropped his pants, set free the hardest cock he'd ever had, and with two strokes, shot semen all over the front of his vanity. His knees went weak and he had to brace himself. It was the single-most intense orgasm he'd ever had.

Gavin sat down on the floor exhausted. He continued to stare at the hair for a few more moments before he got the brilliant idea to scour the shower for more. He was delighted to find two more in the tub and another one on the soap. Four total. It was like he'd discovered his own personal oil strike – one that would provide many more gushers in the future.

This went on for a year. Gavin had all but abandoned the "Steve" file and concentrated solely on filling what he called "the hair bag." Every day he found three or four hairs in the shower and a couple more on the floor where Tina would obviously shed again during the drying process. The bag was looking good. He had stopped counting the hairs after about a month but now he had collected a nice mound of hair that was moldable and shapeable. At least twice a day he closed the drain in the sink and emptied the bag into the basin. He would then shape the hair into a perfect triangle and jerk off while staring at it. Sometimes he would take a handful and rub it all over his cock, imagining what it would feel like to plow it across her thick, bushy pussy. Once in a while, he would even lay it out on his face and flick his tongue at it, as if they were in a sixty-nine. It was a damn good time for Gavin. At least until tragedy struck.

****

"You want a little more coffee?" Gavin asked Tina.

"Nah, I'm heading over to the gym. That'll just add to my water weight, then I'll feel fat. That'll just make me want to work harder, then that'll make me drink more liquid. It'll be this whole vicious cycle thing," she said.

"Wow. I thought I had issues. You could have just stopped at 'nah'." 

They both laughed. "So I guess I'll see you back here about 12:30 to shower then," he said.

"Actually, no." She stood up to leave. "Didn't you hear? They're opening the new locker room facilities today. I'm finally going to stop being an obnoxious pest and shower at the gym from now on."

Gavin turned a sickly shade of white. "No, I hadn't heard."

"I can't believe Steve didn't tell you. I know you hardly ever see him but I thought he might have mentioned it. Anyway, I don't know how I'll ever repay you for your hospitality for the last – what's it been – a year? I really can't thank you enough. I want to do something special for you."

He was in a state of shock. He stared right through her and didn't hear a word. "Gavin? Gavin? Did you hear me?" 

She grabbed his shoulders and shook him. He came out of it and tried to not look like his entire world had just been rocked. "Uh... yeah... sure. Uh, you know you can keep using it. It's no bother at all. In fact, those showers over there are probably going to get funked up pretty quickly so if I were you, I'd still use this one. At least you know it'll be clean, right?" 

"Freakishly clean," she laughed. "It's okay, I've imposed enough. I'll see you later." She kissed him on the cheek and headed out to the hallway. 

He followed her as far as the door. He called down the hall in desperation. "It's okay... seriously!" 

She waved and disappeared down the stairs.

He started to dry heave. It was time for therapy. It was time to clean the bathroom.

****

After scrubbing his bathroom from top to bottom, Gavin pulled out the bag of pussy hair from the waterproof/fireproof safe he had bought to exclusively house the bag. This would be one of those "once in a whiles" where he buried his face in Tina's pubes. He brought the bag into the bathroom and opened it up. He took a long satisfying whiff. In reality there was no odor of any kind but in Gavin's mind there was a slight sweet and soapy/fishy smell. Surely it was exactly what she smelled like down there right after showering and prancing around his bathroom naked.

He dropped his pants then stuck his hand in the bag and pulled out a generous handful. He molded it into a triangular shape and held it in his hand. He closed his eyes, licked it and imagined he was licking her clit. He grabbed onto his cock and started to stroke. 

"Oh my God! What are you doing?" Tina shrieked.

"Shit!" Gavin screamed, as the hair went flying. He yanked his pants up as quickly as he could. "What are you doing here?" 

"The new locker room got flooded so I came to use the shower. 

"So you just walk in? You don't knock?" He zipped up.

"That's what I've done for a year! What the fuck is that?" she asked, horrified. The pussy-shaped mound of hair had landed on the floor nearly intact. What wasn't on the floor was stuck to his white-as-a-sheet face. 

"It's nothing," he stuttered while he gathered up what he could and closed it up in his fist.

"Bullshit. Is that what I think it is?"

"I... I... just shaved; I was just... cleaning up."

"That is such a lie," she said as she grabbed the hair bag off the sink for a closer look.

Gavin made a grab for it. "Gimme it, Goddamn it!" 

She turned away and opened it. She pulled some hair out and rubbed it around in her hands. "This is pubic hair," she observed.

"I don't know what you're talking about. Give it here," he said holding out his other hand.

"Why in the hell do you have a bag of pubic hair?"

"I don't. Give it."

"There's some on your face."

He wiped it off, not caring to gather it up.

"Whose hair is this? I'm not giving it back until you tell me."

"Jesus. Come on."

"I want to know."

Gavin let out a deep breath and hung his head in defeat. This was going to be the single hardest and absolute worst conversation he was ever going to have. He had no idea what her reaction would be. After her initial shocked response, she seemed to be acting normal. Honesty was the best policy he decided. If he couldn't trust his best friend, who could he trust? He had held it in long enough. Today would be the day that he finally told her how he felt about her and it would be a huge weight off his shoulders. His biggest fear was that she would get mad and never speak to him again. He had to overcome the fear and embarrassment. Now was the time. "Okay fine," he said. "I'll tell you everything."

****

Tina sat on the edge of his bed and listened intently to Gavin's confessions for the entire fifteen minutes. He poured his guts out about how he'd been in love with her since high school and about how he had the pubic hair fetish ever since he found his father's Playboy collection when he was ten. It was all so hard to hear. She was sorry she'd forced him to tell his story. She was not prepared either emotionally or intellectually to deal with the ramifications of his revelations. She had seen deep into the soul of someone whom she thought she knew inside and out and now wasn't sure she ever knew him at all.

"So that's it," Gavin said. "I just don't want you to be mad, that's all."

"Mad? I have no reason to be mad. Disturbed? Maybe. Flattered? Absolutely. Confused? Definitely. 

"Okay," Gavin said sheepishly, not knowing what the confusion was about.

"Obviously, I understand the feelings for me. I mean come on, look at me. Who wouldn't love this? The fetish thing, I have to say, is a little weird. But hey, who's not a little weird, right?"

"Exactly," Gavin said, perking up.

"The thing I still don't get though, is whose hair is in the bag?"

Now he was the one who was confused. "I thought that was obvious."

"Not so much."

"It's yours. I've been gathering it from the shower ever since you've been using it."

She just looked at him expressionless for a moment. 

"What?" he asked. "Say something."

"Wow," she said, still with no expression.

He started to get nervous. Wow sounded bad. I crossed the line, he thought. It was all good until now. Until wow. Please God, let it be okay.

"Wow," she said again. "You just have no idea, do you?"

"I don't know."

She got up from the bed shaking her head. "Well, I gotta tell you, I don't think you're going to want to hear what I have to say," she said in a somber voice.

Gavin started to sweat. Shit, I knew it, he thought. I fucked up big time. "Please. I am so sorry."

"Hey, don't apologize to me, Tina said pointing to the hair bag. "Apologize to whoever's hair that is."

"What are you talking about? It's yours."

"Uh, no. Let's just say if I lived in Brazil I'd fit right in."

"Huh?"

"Geez, do I have to spell everything out? It's called a Brazilian wax. It strips away all the hair."

Gavin winced at the thought.

"I haven't had hair down there since I was like, nineteen," she laughed. "Since about the time I told you I was gay; which I still very much am, by the way."

A sharp pain shot through Gavin's brain and he could feel breakfast rumble in his gut. "Bullshit."

"It's true. I'd show you but, well you know... Who knows what you would do with that visual?"

He slumped down onto the bed as his world spun around him. "I don't get it. Where the hell did it come from then?"

Just then Steve appeared at the door with a towel and a box full of manscaping products. "Whoa, sorry dude, I didn't know you were home," he said.

"What difference would that make?" Gavin asked.

"I was going to shower."

"So go shower."




The Hair Bag



"Nah, you guys are busy, I'll come back."

"Come back for what?" Gavin asked.

"Oh God," Tina said as she turned away and covered her mouth to keep from laughing.

"The shower," Steve said.

"You have your own shower."

"Oh I never use mine, it's way too nasty. Yours is always so nice and clean."

Tina could not contain herself any longer. She laughed so hard she couldn't catch her breath.

"Oh God," Gavin choked as he caught on. "How long have you been using it? Please don't say a year."

"Like a year."

Gavin began to dry heave.

Tina fell on the floor and kicked her legs in the air. She had tears in her eyes from laughing so hard.

Steve looked back and forth at Tina and Gavin. He was totally confused. "What?" he said, trying to get an answer from anyone.

Gavin finished heaving then jumped up from the bed and screamed for Steve to get out.

Steve had never seen or heard Gavin raise his voice and frankly, it kind of scared him. He took the cue and quickly left.

Gavin turned his attention to Tina. He was embarrassed beyond belief. "You too. Get the fuck out!" 

She was finally able to catch her breath as her laughter subsided. "Don't yell at me. This is all you," she said.

"Go," he said pointing at the door. The tables had turned. At the moment he couldn't care less whether or not she ever spoke to him again. He just wanted her and the embarrassment to go away. He sat back down and hung his head.

She stood up. She truly felt bad for him. She tried to approach him but he waved her off. "Please just go," he said calmly.

"It's all going to be okay," she said. "Call me when you feel like talking."

She left and closed the door behind her. Gavin sat still for a moment then looked over at the bag of hair next to him. He shook his head in disbelief then walked the bag into the bathroom. He emptied every little bit of it into the toilet and flushed it away forever. He discarded the ziplock bag into the trash then stood and looked at himself in the mirror for a moment. His agenda for the rest of the afternoon was becoming crystal clear. First he was going to jerk off while he imagined licking Tina's freshly waxed, completely bald pussy now that he knew for sure what it looked like. Then he was going to clean his bathroom like he never had before.



The Hair Dresser



For as long as I can remember, I have always been obsessed with hair. No, no, no, not body hair, but the hair that lies on top of your head. Not the carpet, but the curtains instead. Yes dear reader, head hair. Ever since I was a small child I have been fascinated with hair. I would always admire my sister's hair, my mother's hair, my brother's hair, and my father's hair. I have always marveled the beauty and texture of well-groomed hair (Which the rest of my family worked very hard to achieve). This deep admiration continued on to my school hood where I would take it upon myself to be seated behind the cute girl with the prettiest hair (or the cute guy with the prettiest hair) and feel upon and fondle upon their soft, silky hair. 

So I grew up to become what any sensible hair admirer would grow up to become. A hairdresser.

Ah yes, my days as a hairdresser were (and still are, I am only 21 so I wont be retiring anytime soon) absolutely wonderful. I revered at the news of an upcoming client that I had to deal with. Blondes, brunettes, redheads, colour didn't matter; straight hair, curly hair, long hair, short hair, it mattered not as long as I had hair to work and care for. Just standing in the workplace was intoxicating enough! The fumes from hair doused in water and different formulas were enough to trigger a natural "hair dressers high". Everyday 

was my vacation into the wonderful world of hair. Everyday was a great day at work.

Well, until she walked into the salon and into my life. Her name was Leila Gambrel and she had perhaps the most beautiful hair I have ever seen on anyone's head. She was a deep, curly brunette with hair that went down a little past her shoulders. She seemed to be a woman of fashion, for she wore a rather expensive looking, black mink sweater; black knee-high leather boots and a vibrant red blouse. The clothes may seem to be described as a conflictive combination, but they way she wore that outfit coupled with her beautiful hair; it all seemed to match up perfectly. 

"Are you Blake Corybant?" She asked, walking towards me. She had a bit of a swagger in her steps.

"Why, yes, this is him," I smiled politely "may I help you?"

She smiled back and said, "Yes, you may help me, this is Leila Gambrel, I am hear for the 8:30" (pm, she was the last costumer for the day) she than cleared her throat, "I do believe you are my stylist, no?"

I felt my eyes begin to sparkle a bit; I can also feel a bit of a heat begin to develop on my face, "Ahhh, Leila!" I grabbed hold of her hand, gently, "right this way madam Gambrel!"

"My, aren't you the polite one?" she commented, walking gracefully.

I just smiled and took her to her seat. I then handed her a styling book, ("To choose the desired hairstyle") once again smiled politely, "You choose what kind of hairstyle you want and I will be right back with supplies." I walked off while she flipped on through the book.

As I walked off and gathered supplies, I couldn't stop thinking about Leila. Oh her hair was to die for! Those deep, warm, brown coloured curls and the way they bounced so majestically when she walked or moved her head and how gorgeously they framed her pale (beautifully pale, not the "cottage cheese pale") face! I absolutely adored her hair! 

I couldn't wait to get my hands on them. 

"You ready yet?" I ask as I walk back with all of the supplies, "Do you pick out a style yet?"

She looked up at me, smiled politely and replied, "Oh! Yes, I would like my hair to be completely and thoroughly cleaned and I would like a fuller look... oh and could you please perhaps colour it dark red?" 

"Yes madam..." I smiled at her, thinking of how lovely she will look. Oh how I yearned to touch her hair, I was already starting to get hot beneath the collar. I blushed and began work at once.

* * * * *

Oh Yes... I couldn't believe I was actually touching her hair... so soft, so smooth. Waves of pleasure ran through my fingers, hands, arms and mind as I ran my hands through her delicate hair. This was so damn erotic. Washing her hair, running my hands carefully through her hair, massaging her head, the scent of her hair filling my nostrils... I looked down at her beautiful face and saw that her eyes were closed. Her face looked as if it was in a state of sternness, happiness, pleasure and... ecstasy, her chest, moving up and down ever so slowly, as she breathed softly. I just wanted to lean down and kiss her on the lips; I wanted to smother my face in her beautiful hair... The sights, the smells and the feel... it was all so... so... Orgasmic. 

I looked down upon her face and strangely enough, she seemed to be panting. I looked into her closed eyes, for some reason they seemed to signal some sort of tension. She seemed to be enjoying the attention I was giving her hair. She seemed to be enjoying my workmanship in such a way that almost seemed ecstatic, like she was starting to really getting in to this. She had a look of discontent and yearning, I couldn't help but stare, I stared deeply into her closed eyes, so deeply that I was totally caught off guard when she opened them and stared straight back. 

"You must really like my hair... no?" she asked, shrewdly.

I tried to speak, oh how I tried, I tried to tell her about how much I loved her hair, how my fingers seemed to go crazy with each turn and rub and feel and tug and circle my hands took. I tried to tell her how much I just wanted to take my face and bury it into the depths of her soft, delicate mane! But... all I could stammer (stupidly) was "I...I...I...uh..." (Yeah, I know, what a loser I am huh?).

She just looked at me with those lovely eyes of hers and smiled understandingly "I know what you mean... almost everyday I am complimented on my hair... I get so many comments on how warm the colour is and how it seems to flow and bounce with each step I take... I love the attention." 

I was in heaven! Utopia! Nirvana! Not only was I able to happily grab heaps of her hair without a slap in the face, but she also had the heart to relate me to others (Drake was glad to hear that he wasn't the only one who worshipped her hair) and enjoyed the attention her hair received on a daily basis. Which also most definitely meant that she was enjoying the royal treatment that I was zestfully giving to her flowing brunette locks. 

I looked down at her face, and became a little bit uneasy at what I saw, her eyes were closed (again), chest bobbing up and down as she breathing, moaning silently. I smiled nervously, to myself; I didn't know what to do... I didn't know what to say.  

Should I continue this? Was she enjoying this? Of course she was, she told me so!  

This is all so weird to me! I just wanna-

I was taken very much by surprise at what happened next...

She grabbed me by the sides, pulled me closer and moaned into my ear "Do it Blake, do it!" she kissed my rough on the neck "You know you want to... I know about what you were thinking." She nuzzled a bit into my neck 

I purred in pleasure, slowly succumbing to her hugs and kisses.

"You just love my hair so badly, it hypnotizes you, it makes you want to envelope your face in my hair! You want to choke and suffocate in me! You want to breathe in my fumes! You want to wallow in my beautiful, curly locks! Huh Blake! Don't you?!"

I moaned out loud and held onto her tight, kissing up and down her neck and face. I straddled onto her lap and let her flowing hair cover my head as we showered each other in kisses. I ran my fingers and hand on face through her thick, damp hair. I let in all of the smells and stenches! I let her hair into my mouth and tasted her exotic, wondrous, breath taking, spine tingling tasty taste! I couldn't control my primal urges! I couldn't control myself; I let myself become lost in her hair.

She was breathing hard, moaning into my ear, she held me close and wrapped her arms and legs around me. She ran her air through my soft dirty-blonde hair. Kissed me ever so deeply and moaned into my mouth, sliding her tongue all along my own, tasting me, letting me into her mouth. 

"I love your hair, I love your body and I love you!" I screamed as I kissed her in the mouth.

She grinned a wide, devious grin and flipped me onto my back, straddling me. She began to kiss me up and down my neck, feeling upon my hair and grinding her hips against mine. She laid her hair down on my face, letting it flood onto my face and hair and into my mouth and nose. She was smothering me in her hair. She than sat up and looked me deep into my eyes as she began to unzip me and let my cock, glistening with precum, out into the open air. "You love my hair huh? Well... your gonna love this! Oh how your gonna love this!" She lowered her body and began to tickle my inner thighs with her hair.

"Oh my God!!!" I couldn't stop moaning "Oh shit! Oh fuck damn, it feels so damn good, I have wanted this ever since the very second I laid my eyes on you!" 

She soon enveloped my throbbing cock into her wide, beautiful mouth. She was sucking me off. Locks and locks of her hair fell into her mouth as she did this, throwing my already high levels of carnal pleasures into a new level! I have never felt so good in my life and soon her hair was covered in lots of my precum. I felt my orgasm start to build up slowly. She then raised her head and looked desperately into my equally desperate eyes and moaned out loud "Oh my God just fuck my hair, I don't care at all" She grabbed my rock hard prick with an extremely hard handful of hair (almost all of it) and began pumping my shaft with it. With one hand in her own panties, fingering her wet pussy and prodding her hard clit, and the other full of hair, pumping my dick into oblivion, she was moaning and groaning and matching her screams with mine. She was fucking me with her hair and I loved every minute of it. 

I was about to cum, I could feel it, my balls were rumbling and I was going to shoot one fuck of a load into her hair. It was a slow process and I needed sweet release, I yearned for it. I could tell by the look of things that she was about to cum as well so I decided to help out a little (I wanted to match my orgasm with hers). I grabbed her hand and pumped my cock with her, heightening the pleasure ten-fold.

"Cum with me Leila, oh shiii... oh shit... oh fuck...I'm gonna...-"

"Oh shit Blake! Blow your load into my hair! Cum with me! CUM! CUM! OH FUCK YESSSSS!!!" she was fingering herself, rapidly reaching the point of no return!

"AHH SHIT LEILA!!! AHH FUCK!!!"

"I...I... I'M CUMMING! OH SHIIITT!!!!"

I shot my load. Gallons and gallons of my sperm launched and flooded into her hair... Globs of sticky wet goo drenched and covered her hair. I had the orgasm of a lifetime. I looked down upon her body (after what seemed like ages of going through my post orgasmic state) and saw that her hair was beautifully covered in my seed, I could tell that she had cum as well because I could see all of her juices leaking out of her sweet pussy, I could see her juice running down her leg and onto the floor. She looked up at me, smiled, and collapsed in a heap of sweat, cum, and hair, onto my lap, exhausted, she instantly fell into a deep slumber.

I scanned the room and to my surprise it was completely empty. The store must have closed hours ago... I must have been working on her hair for hours, working past closing time on her hair. It was just she, her hair and I. Thank God; I know for sure that I would have been fired for doing this if caught. Or perhaps worse, we could've gotten arrested, but who knows what would have happened? By fate me and Leila met here (I later found out about her fetish for hair, apparently me and her had a LOT in common) so... who knows? All I cared about what sleep (The doors were locked already) and what tomorrow new great things tomorrow will bring now that I'm with her.

THE END

Author's note- this is my very first story and I sincerely hoped you enjoyed it! Comments? Questions? Constructive Criticism? Suggestions? Flames (I hope not)?

Express yourself!! Your word is GREATLY appreciated!

OH! And thanks for taking the time to read this story! I hope to read from you soon! 



The Hair



"Oh, god! Yes! Yes!" as she came hard on his office desk.

He kept smashing into her until he, too, came, finally collapsing on top of her.

In a minute or so he asked, "What are we going to do about our squads?"

"I don't know. But right now I'm going to suck your cock until it's hard and we're going to fuck again!"

She did and they did.



The Haircut



I love getting my hair cut. It is such a sensual experience. Skilled fingers run through my hair, stroking my cheeks, holding my head steady as the scissors snip and trim. Afterwards, I look good and I feel good. 

Barbara is my usual stylist. She is beautiful, in an approachable, everyday kind of way. She could never have been a model, but I'm sure she turns a lot of heads when she walks through the mall. Her hair is soft, brown curls that brush her shoulders. Her skin and features are exotic without being specifically foreign. Sometimes she looks vaguely Irish or Asian or Hispanic. I think she's from California.

Barbara is only 26 years old, but she is definitely skilled with the scissors. I had been going to her for several months before the mundane haircut experience became something so exciting. It was relaxing and therapeutic, and it left me somewhat aroused, but it had always been very professional.

She likes to wear revealing clothes to work. Her tight pants and low-cut shirts are a delight. The gentle, fruity perfume she wears is soft and feminine and never over-powering. To sit so close to her as she works on me is simply intoxicating. 

Her cleavage was almost in my face and there was a lot of it visible. She did not seem to know or care what it was doing to her male customers. That beautiful valley was never far from my view. It was difficult to keep my eyes on safe, polite territory away from her lovely breasts. One day that became almost impossible. 

I'd been having a really bad day. My girlfriend had been in Montreal for the past two weeks, visiting her parents. She'd called me that morning to say that we'd both have to think long and hard about whether she should come back. When I sat in Barbara's chair, I was feeling a little angry, a little guilty and a whole lot of depression.. I was also just beginning to realize that my lonely bed was going to stay that way. 

Barbara's ample cleavage was a welcome, needed distraction from my problems, and I had a really hard time tearing my eyes away. Keeping my gaze respectful was quite a task that day. Eventually, my attempts to be polite became frustrating and annoying for Barbara because my head kept moving as well.

She slammed the scissors down on the counter and grabbed my face with both hands. There was frustration in her eyes, but an amused smile on her face. 

"Look," she said, "I had to go to school to learn how to do this. You have to be educated and licensed before you even think about touching a customer's hair. I think it's an important job. People come to me before their wedding day. They come to me before important meetings and interviews. Politicians and movie stars rely on people like to me to make them seem real." 

"I do a very good job," she said. "And there's a reason I dress this way. I give you something to look at so you'll keep your head still while I work. I'm not self-conscious. Go ahead and stare. Just stop fidgeting. You can look at some tits or you can lose an ear. It‘s a simple choice."

After that, I did as she suggested. I indulged myself. I let my thoughts wander as I lost myself in that beautiful bosom. Barbara became my regular hair stylist. Her permission to ogle created a kind of intimacy between us. She would stroke my arms and massage my shoulders. Her fingernails would tickle my neck before she started cutting. 

I started getting the shampoo option with my haircuts just to prolong the experience. To feel her fingers massaging my head was wonderfully relaxing. The strawberry scented shampoo was sweet and strong. The feel of her breasts pressing against me as she leaned in was more than pleasant.

During one of these wonderful shampoo sessions, the relaxation turned into erotic tension. I could feel my cock stiffening under my pants. I just went with it. Fantasies and images flowed through my mind as my hair flowed through her fingers. 

She was giving me a long, slow blowjob. Her tongue was as talented as her fingers. She licked my balls and kissed my thighs. She stripped off all her clothes and climbed onto my cock. She rode my like a mechanical bull. Then we switched positions. I did her in every imaginable position. I fucked her pussy and her ass and her tits. She begged me to come in her mouth.

"It looks like you're enjoying this," she said, interrupting my erotic daydreams. 

I opened my eyes and looked up at her in confusion. She gestured with her head and her eyes were definitely looking down toward my crotch. I looked down myself and saw an obvious bulge poking up from between my legs. 

I was horribly embarrassed, and I apologized, but she said it was all good. 

"Don't worry about it, " she said. "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself. It means I'm doing a good job. I hope you were thinking about me."

I was still embarrassed, but I nodded. I couldn't really deny it. It wasn't the first time I'd fantasized about her. It was just the first time I'd been caught. 

"So tell me about it," she said. "Did I treat you right?"

Again, I could only nod. I wasn't about to tell her the dirty little details of my day dream. 

"Let's get you in the chair," she said with a smile. "I can give you some time if you don't feel like standing up right now. The shop is closing and the other girls are just cleaning up their areas. We're not in any rush. 

I smiled and thanked her, but my embarrassment had melted my erection, so I stood up. She winked at me and walked to her little corner of the shop. I followed her, trying to recover my dignity.

Once I got in the chair, and that sheet-like apron was fastened to me, I was feeling a little more in control of myself. It was just an illusion, however.

Once her magic fingers went through my hair again, the sensual eroticism flooded through me again. My erection returned, throbbing and pulsing. This time the sheet hid me from her view, so I let myself sink back into the fantasies. 

We were sitting in the hot tub, and had just slipped out of our bathing suits when I decided to get a little more daring. Under the sheet, I started rubbing myself through my clothes. As I touched her in my fantasy, I touched myself in secret. 

She was standing behind me, and her scissors stopped moving. She leaned down close to me and whispered in my ear. 

"Go ahead and pull it out," she said. "I finished with your hair and the other girls are in the back. They'll leave through that door. The front door is already locked. Go ahead and enjoy yourself."

I was past being embarrassed. I did what she suggested. Under the protective sheet, I undid my jeans and pulled them down a little, just enough to pull out my cock. She put down the scissors and just massaged my neck and shoulders. She leaned against me, pressing her breasts against the back of my head. 

It was incredibly arousing, but she wasn't finished. She moved around to my left side. I saw her glance toward the back of the shop, then she leaned forward. My face went into her cleavage. I could smell her sweet perfume in there. She grabbed my left arm and pulled it up between her legs then went back to massaging my shoulders. 

My hand went straight for her pussy. I couldn't feel every detail through the fabric, but she wears tight, thin pants to work. I could feel enough. I could almost push my finger into her. If the pants had been a little looser, I could have.

It didn't take long. Barbara's pussy in my hand and her tits in my face were almost too much stimulation. I had an intense orgasm. I could feel my cum shooting through my cock and getting all over my hand. It was incredible. 

Barbara was breathing a little hard, but I don't think she'd come. I would have loved to help her, but she wasn't inviting me. She disengaged herself from my hand and went to her shelf of tools. She tore off some paper towels and used a spray bottle to wet it down. She picked up my left hand and put the paper towel into it so I could clean myself up.

"Don‘t worry about the mess on the chair or the apron," she told me." It‘s my area. I‘ll clean it up. 

"Next time," she added, "Make an appointment a couple of days in advance. Make it for just about this time. Leave your name and ask for me. Maybe I'll wear a skirt for you. I won't guarantee anything under it."

I got dressed, and fumbled for my credit card. She charged me for the shampoo and the cut and I left her one hell of a tip. 

"Thank you," she said, "but that really wasn't necessary. My profession is cutting hair. The rest of it was just for fun. Come back as soon as you can."



The Haircut



I didn't go into work Valentine's Day expecting to fall in love. Hell, I didn't go in that day expecting to get laid either for that matter! If I'd known, I probably would have at least taken the time to shave. But, you know how it works, these things just have a funny way of sneaking up on you.

Yeah, yeah... I'd had something of a crush on Carla for a long time. I don't think that was a secret to anyone but her! Of course, it helped that she was the only other person working at the library even remotely in my age group! We'd gone to high school, known each other for years. I'm sure every guy out there knows the story.

The only problem was that Carla was all business. She was a gorgeous girl, don't get me wrong, a sexy brunette Cuban-American girl with curves in all the right places. But she always had her nose in one book or another, and didn't have much of a personal life. For all I knew, we were "just friends" (a phrase that no doubt sends a shiver down every man's spine upon hearing) and she just wasn't interested in sex at all!

Well that illusion was completely shattered on that Valentine's Day when I came into work and saw Carla sitting behind her desk with a brand new haircut. It was cut very short and close cropped. I've always had something of a thing for short hair, so I was really excited to see how she looked with it.

"Oh," I said, trying hard to hide my surprise, "Hi Carla! You're here pretty early."

"Yeah," she smiled, still sitting behind her desk, "Wanted to come in nice and early."

"I think we're the only ones here," I said, chuckling half-heartedly.

"Yeah," she replied, "Alice and Linda won't be in for another hour yet, but we don't open till 10 so it's not a problem."

And then she smiled, running her hands through her short auburn hair.

"So," she said smiling, "What do you think of the new haircut?"

I looked over at her.

"Well I... umm... like it," I finally managed to blurt out.

"You just like it," she asked, as she stood up and made her way over towards my desk, "Because I thought you might have a little more to say about it than just 'liking' it. I mean, I saw the way you were oogling Natalie Portman..."

She came over and sat down, cross legged, on top of my desk. I could see that she was wearing sleek black stockings and high heels. She really had come into work dressed for seduction that day! She smiled as she noticed my eyes going up and down along her sexy, well-toned legs.

"I thought you'd never notice," she said.

"I... umm... wow," was all I could manage to get out before Carla leaned forward and kiss me.

I didn't need any encouragement. I began to passionately embrace her, our tongues wrapped around each other's like fighting serpents. I stood up as I continued to kiss her, my arms sliding down across her sexy Latin body. As we made out, I brought my hand down to her ass and squeezed, eliciting a delightful squeal of pleasure from her. Carla had a nice, big ass, and I had wanted to grope it for years! Now I had finally gotten my chance, and damn it, it was well worth the effort!

Still locked in embrace, Carla spread hiked up her skirt and spread her legs, letting my move my hand between her shapely thighs. Her panties were soaking wet. As I ran my fingers through Carla's short, short hair, she leaned back on the desk, eventually laying there on her back, practically begging me to fuck her.

Breaking off the kiss, I looked down at my sexy co-worker.

"Do it," she whispered, sweaty and almost out of breath "Go ahead and fuck me right here on your desk!"

The words had hardly left her lips before I unzipped my pants and let them fall to the floor. My boxers soon followed, letting my now rock hard cock pop out. Carla stared at my manhood, seductively licking her lips at the sight. While I unbuttoned my shirt and tossed it across the room, Carla quickly slipped out of her jacket and blouse. She was wearing a lacey black bra underneath it all, but it wasn't much longer before I tore that off her, exposing her ripe full tits.

I could tell she was getting excited by the whole situation. I excitedly cupped her breasts, leaning forward and pinching her dark brown nipples. They seemed surprisingly sensitive given her reaction, so I decided to suckle on them to provide a bit of foreplay. Carla threw her head back and began to moan as I went wild on her tits.

As my sexy Hispanic co-worker writhed around beneath me, I reached down between her legs and pulled down her panties. They were absolutely soaked, and I began to play with her, working first one, then two, and then finally three fingers into her waiting cunt. I could feel Carla bucking as I toyed with her most sensitive parts.

But the whole thing was beginning to become too much for me. I just had to fuck her! Pulling back from her, I spread her legs and positioned myself between them. Carla looked up at me and smiled. Excited by the sight laid out before me, I slowly thrust the tip of my rock hard cock into her juicy pussy. Slowly, I began to build up a tempo, thrusting in and out of her like a jackhammer.

"Ohhh.... Yeah.... Ohhh... yeah...," she moaned out.

Carla reached up and dragged her nails across my back. I could tell she drew a little blood, but honestly, I didn't really care then. I was too far gone in the heat of passion. I looked down and saw Carla, her body soaked in a layer of sweat. I firmly took hold of her juicy breasts and squeezed them as I continued to fuck her. In response, Carla squeezed her thighs around me. Damn did that feel good!

Soon, I felt that all too familiar release come over me, and I shot load after load of my hot sticky cum deep into her womb. I stopped briefly for a moment to catch my breath, smiled at her, and then pulled out. A sticky trail of our mixed juices leaked out of her gaping pussy and splattered onto my desk. I still haven't managed to clean that stain!

"Wow," I said, "I..."

"Wasn't expecting that," she replied, finishing my sentence for me.

"Umm....," I responded, "Yeah, actually...."

"Yeah," Carla said as she struggled to put her blouse back on, "Neither was I. You know, I'd had a crush on you for years, but I'd always been too afraid to act on it, you know?"

"I've felt the same way," I said, picking my clothes up off the floor.

"Well then," Carla replied, "Aren't you glad I finally decided to make the first move."

"Yeah," I said, "I think Valentine's Day worked out pretty well for me this year."

Carla just chuckled.

"Just one question though," I said, now mostly dressed, "What changed your mind..."

"To be honest," Carla replied, "I don't know. I think it might have been the haircut.... I know it sounds silly, but I think it finally gave me the confidence to take the first step."

"Well it is a pretty sexy haircut," I said as I walked up to her.

I looked deep into Carla's brown eyes as I ran my fingers through that short hair of hers. We wound up having sex again that day, before the library opened. And then again later in the day, in the break room, in the bath room, even in the stacks. I'm amazed we somehow managed to avoid getting caught. And that night, we went out for Cuban food (yes, I ate Cuban in more than one way that night), dancing, and more sex at her apartment....

Valentine's Day worked out very nicely for me that year. 



The Haircut



Mike had been in the darkroom most of the day. He found he was much more productive when Judy was at work. They would chat when time allowed throughout the day, short phone calls just to say 'hi', 'I miss you' – or when he knew someone was in her office, waiting to talk to her, he'd tell her his plans for her that evening – lewd, dirty thoughts that had her blushing and wanting to respond, but unable to. Her pat answer when that happened was always 'me too – looking forward to it' before telling him she loved him and hanging up the phone. He would smile, knowing she'd come home, prepared to give him 'what for' for putting her in such a precarious situation, but he'd smile, laugh and kiss her and she'd melt against him.

He called her earlier, asking what she would like for dinner and knew she was having a rough day. She needed to complete the annual property report for the Housing and Urban Development Department but as seemed to happen more often then not, her boss had a pressing proposal that 'had to be done today', typed, proofed, copied and 15 bound booklets prepared before she left the office.

"Hey, babe – take a deep breath," he told her and she stopped, smiling at the softness in his tone. Even when she was short tempered, he knew it wasn't aimed at him. She did so and whispered:

"Thank you, my love, I needed that." They talked about dinner, something simple on the grill. Then, they could sit on the back deck and eat, and afterwards Judy would cut his hair as they caught up on the day's events.

Mike made a fresh pot of iced tea and tossed a salad. The steaks were on the grill and Judy could smell them as she parked her Jeep and got out. She looked tired, defeated from a rough day as she joined Mike on the deck, wrapping her arms around him from behind and resting her head on his back for a moment.

"Smells good," she whispered, inhaling deeply.

"Steaks always smell better on the grill," Mike smiled, rubbing his hand over hers, clenched on his stomach.

"Not the steaks," she assured him. "You. I love how you smell." Mike smiled again and turned, kissing her.

"Rough day?" He asked, nodding towards the table. Her iced tea waited along with a bowl of sliced lemon.

"Oh, I do love you," she sighed, rubbing her hand up his arm as she kicked off her shoes and sat at the table, taking a long swallow before reaching for the lemons and squeezing the juice into her tea one at a time before dropping the wedges into the glass. She was unaware of Mike watching her, as she licked the juice from her fingers – making his mouth water. Simple, mundane acts, such as Judy cleaning lemon juice from her fingers, were a turn on to him. 

As he tended the grill, he asked Judy about her day, listening to the problems and frustrations. She asked about his, they needed developer. She smiled at that. Mike had been so patient teaching her the detailed process and timing involved in developing his film. She loved their time in the dark room – talking and learning, sharing time together. Or when the sharing got intense and they ended up naked. Mike would bend her over the sink and part her legs, fucking her from behind. Judy had never been adventurous until Mike – but she found so many positions more stimulating than she would ever have imagined.

Being taken from behind, she couldn't touch Mike, but he would reach around and touch her clit, making her orgasms so much more intense. She shook off thoughts of the dark room. She was hungry, having missed lunch, and the steaks smelled so good. She offered to help with dinner, but Mike told her to relax.

"I got it – almost done anyway. And you're giving me that haircut, remember? Or are you too tired?"

Tired? Judy studied him, yes she was tired – but not of him, touching him, even a haircut and time spent talking would be welcome. They would chat about their days, he often told her to quit her job, stay home with him and she'd laugh. Seriously, she would say, you'd get sick of me around you all the time.

"No, I'm never too tired for you. I know where the scissors are and I'll grab them after we eat," she smiled.

They ate, sitting close at the table on the deck. Mike liked close, so did Judy. She ran her bare foot over his ankle and up the calf of his jeans as they talked. Mike ate half of Judy's steak off her plate that she left in favor of her salad. He made the salad just the way she liked it – cheese, croutons and snap peas. Her foot found the front of his pants, rubbing lightly over his fly, her toes tracing the outline of his penis, even as she held an innocent conversation about the need for more coffee when they went shopping again. Mike seemed to stumble for certain words, having trouble concentrating on what Judy was saying, and she smiled. The thrill of arousing him, making it hard for him to focus, aroused her.

After they finished dinner, they sat for a bit, just talking and she felt his hand on her foot, massaging gently where she had let it rest on his thigh. He rubbed her ankle, his fingers moving lightly over the scar on the inside. She squirmed a little, her feet were incredibly ticklish but Mike held her firmly, but gently, continuing his massage. He ran a finger lightly over the scar, knowing it bothered her. The one on the outside of her leg was longer, more jagged and noticeable, but it didn't bother Mike. He'd kiss his way along her leg, his tongue tracing the scar and Judy would squirm in delight – but that would be later. Now he was enjoying the lazy touching, talking and just being alone with her.

"If you keep that up, I'll fall asleep where I sit..." she told him. He smiled and ran his hand up her calf. When she had left the house that morning, she had been wearing form fitting, faded jeans. He remembered them well – they were a bit snug and cradled her crotch – but now, she wore a skirt. When had she changed – why had she changed?

"Special meeting?" he asked. No stockings, also unusual for those times she dressed up.

"Nope..."

"New man?" This troubled him – a 16-year age difference bothered him at times. He had told her to find someone else, but she refused, always telling him he was perfect for her. That she always wanted an 'older man', though she saw nothing 'older' about him. His sexual appetite rivaled hers. If he was younger, she might not be able to keep up with him.

"Never," she replied, firmly – but a bit thrilled by the hint of possessiveness. She knew he could do so much better. She wasn't a model, her breasts weren't as firm as they had once been, she had some weight she still wanted to lose, but he loved her and for that she was grateful.

"Then why the skirt?"

"You don't like it," she asked. She moved her foot off his lap and placed both feet on the deck, looking down at her lap. "I thought you might like it – you've been so great, making dinner and teaching me about the dark room and I know you like my legs – and the view a skirt affords..."

As she spoke, Mike watched her deliberately knock a fork onto the deck and raised an eyebrow as if she expected him to retrieve it. Leaning down, Mike reached for the fork, just as Judy parted her thighs, opening them just wide enough for him to get a glimpse of her panties. Judy watched him swallow – his eyes transfixed as she brought her knees together and then opened them again, a bit more widely – repeating the motion until her legs were wide apart, allowing him to look his fill.

The fork was forgotten – he pushed his chair back from the table to get the best possible view as Judy sat there, splayed open for him to just admire the nest of long thick hair in the lace of the boy cut panties she wore. She watched his face – scooting her hips forward a bit to part her legs even wider, allowing the seam of her panties to part her pussy lips and slip into the crack of her butt.

With her elbow on the arm of the chair, she began to stroke her breast through the white material of her blouse. Her bra was a thin lace that clearly showed the dusky outline of her areola and nipple. Her nipple hardened immediately – more from the effect of Mike's gaze on her crotch than her own touch.

The voices of the neighbors could be heard as they argued about the placement of a lounge chair but the fence obscured views just enough unless someone wanted to take the time to look over it. Maybe another time, Judy would find the courage to seduce Mike in the openness of their deck and risk the neighbors watching – but not tonight. Tonight she wanted him to herself, totally to herself.

"Touch your clit, Judy," Mike growled.

"Haircut," Judy shook her head.

"Clit, now," he stated and she knew if she didn't touch herself, Mike would touch her and there'd be no chance of privacy. She hitched her skirt up a bit revealing her panty covered pussy to Mike's full view and moved the material to one side, rubbing her middle finger over her now swollen clit. 

His eyes never moved as he watched her dip her middle finger into her opening, drawing out enough fluid to lubricate herself and she rubbed clit again. Her thighs drifted shut but Mike 'tutted' alerting her to keep them open. She opened her legs again and added another finger to her masturbation, glancing over her shoulder to make certain the neighbors didn't suspect. They weren't paying any attention. Next time, she thought – next time she'd surprise Mike with a little too much noise and draw an audience.

"Mike, please," Judy whimpered, knowing she would come for him, here on the deck. But just as she was about to, he stood up and said:

"Haircut, right?"

"Wha – hair – what?" Judy looked up at him, her hand on her pussy, skirt up to her waist with her legs wide open to him.

"You promised me a haircut, woman. Let's get it done before it's too late..."

Mike busied himself with the dirty dishes while Judy righted her clothing, wet and disappointed that she had failed to keep Mike's interest. Standing up, she swore hotly as she stepped on the discarded fork. So much for teasing him, she thought, tears burning her eyes as she followed his retreating back into the house.

She found the scissors in the bathroom medicine cabinet and grabbed a large beach towel from the top shelf of the linen closet and returned to the kitchen. Mike had removed his shirt and brought a chair to the middle of the floor so she had room to move around him as she cut his dark curls. He was quiet, not saying anything as he sat in the chair and she wrapped the towel around his shoulders. Judy wasn't sure she trusted herself to speak, certain that she had done something horribly wrong to anger him, or worse – repulse him.

"How – umm – how short?" she asked, hoping her voice didn't tremble from the unshed tears.

"Short enough that it'll take a while to grow back," Mike answered, not looking at her. She ran her fingers through the curls, watching them wrap around her fingers as she pulled them straight and began cutting. She loved his hair – loved to run her fingers through his curls when it was longer. She loved to muss it when it was short and straighter. She stood behind him, taking her time to make sure the length was even, her fingers caressing his scalp much longer than would be permissible for any barber to do.

She felt his head tip back, brushing her breasts as he gave her easier access to the top and she leaned into it. The heavy feel of his head against her made her nipples tighten and it was with great reluctance that she moved to trim the sides and around his ears, but her fingers couldn't help but continue the gentle massage of his scalp. By the time she moved to stand in front of him, her pussy was dripping with her desire for this man. Just touching him like this, cutting his hair she wanted more – so much more.

Mike parted his thighs so she could get closer. He still hadn't spoken since telling her how short to cut it. She hoped for playful murmurs and whispers, but he was so distant that she worried over what she had done outside that caused him to walk away from her.

Her breasts were even with his face. Judy stood as stiff as she could, trying to maintain a bit of distance, afraid to touch him. But for some reason Mike tipped his head back, away from her and she had to lean in, bringing her breasts in direct contact with his heated breath. She felt a dampness around her nipple as it hardened and realized that Mike was tonguing her through her shirt and bra – the wetness from his mouth making her nipple visible through the thin material. He turned his attention the other nipple, repeating the process until Judy moaned.

"Oh, God, Mike. I'm sorry..."

"Sorry, for what?" He asked even as his hands slid beneath her skirt, lifting it high enough to see her panties.

"You were angry – upset with me outside..."

"Angry," he laughed at this, looking up at her with passion glazed eyes. "Honey, you kept fingering yourself like that and I was going to pull out my dick and jerk off in front of the neighbors and make you lick me clean while they watched."

Judy met his gaze and felt her pussy twitch at the thought of someone watching her lick Mike's dick and balls, cleaning the cum from his fingers and belly. He traced the seam of her panties – pushing it farther into the slit of her pussy and she made an almost 'yelping' sound at the pleasure that shot through her.

"Why didn't you?" Judy shocked herself, asking him out loud what she had been thinking. "They – they act like they could use a good show – maybe loosen the sticks up their butts."

Mike laughed at this, even as he leaned forward to run his tongue along the seam of her panties, using the point of his tongue to rub her clit.

"Next time – I'll give them a show they'll be selling tickets for," he promised her. "You'll scream so loud that everyone on the block will hear."

He stood up, pulling off the towel as he reached for her blouse, tearing the material in his need to touch her breasts. Judy didn't care, she'd gladly let him tear every blouse she owned to feel his hands on her breasts. He cupped her through the thin lace, her nipples puckered and hard, straining and visible against the fabric.

"I love your breasts," he told her, edging her back towards the kitchen table. A big sturdy oak table that many a family dinner had been held around. Mike recalled every time Judy had stroked his cock through his jeans while her sister sat across from them, totally unaware.

"You love all women's breasts," Judy pointed out.

"To look at – but these belong to me," he told her, squeezing them as he ran his thumbs over the rock hard nipples.

Judy felt the table on her butt cheeks and came to a stand still as Mike undid his jeans dropping them and his shorts even as he pulled her skirt down her hips, slapping her ass hard enough to sting – make her jump at the surprise even as he pushed her back onto the table and forced her legs apart with his knee.

"Don't ever think I don't want you," he told her. "Ever."

Judy raised up on her elbows, watching him as he pulled her panties down and tossed them on top of her skirt. Grasping his dick, he ran the head over her lips, the hair of her pussy tickling his sensitive shaft and fingers before parting her. He massaged her clit with the head of his cock, causing her to groan loudly. He braced himself with one hand on the table as he pushed roughly inside her.

Judy wasn't quiet when he was inside her. There were times she was so loud she was sure she might have embarrassed him, but Mike liked it. The sound of her cries turned him on even more.

He fucked her hard, and she met each thrust, wild with her need for him. She yelled and groaned, called his name. Mike knew he was close but he wanted her to come first, wanted to watch her pleasure first and then watch again when he filled her. His come inside her brought her great joy, sometimes just the feel brought on a second orgasm. Mike was the only man to make her come – her first multiple orgasm with him rocked her so deeply she almost fainted.

"Oh, damn it Mike, I'm cumming – oh please, I'm cumming..." Mike continued his movements. Pushing as deeply inside her as he possibly could before he let lose, his semen filling her as he collapsed on top of her, kissing her forcefully but it was alright – she kissed him back just as hard.

A movement out of the corner of her eye caused Judy to turn her head. Over the top of the fence she saw someone watching, but they disappeared before she could make out whom – the husband or the wife? She blushed hotly – Mike had just fucked her in front of the patio door – on the kitchen table – and someone saw them.

"What's wrong?" Mike turned his head to follow her line of vision.

"N – nothing," Judy shook her head. Mike had no clue they'd been seen, hadn't planned on it. "Nothing's wrong – but I think you might be gaining a fan club," she smiled, raising up to kiss him deeply.

The End??



The Haircut



My job takes me to the rural mid-west. I acquire farm land leases for my clients. I deal with farmer, ranchers, county officials and local attorneys. On this one particular assignment I was in a small town, about 1500 population, on a snowy day, in the Dakotas and I needed a haircut. Who would have thought such a simple thing would turn into a weird sex adventure.

While finishing my breakfast at the local dinner I asked the waitress where I could get a haircut. She told me that there were no barber shops in town but there were three women's beauty salons and thought that they all cut men's hair. She continued to tell me that the closest one was up the street. It was actually a beauty salon and used book store. I laughed and so did she.

After breakfast I braved the blowing snow and drove my pickup to the salon. It was a little after 9am but the shop was closed. I turned off my truck and got out to see if their business hours were posted. While reading their posted hours the door suddenly opened and a tall, solidly built, attractive middle aged woman, looked down at me and said, in a firm tone, "Can I help you."

I was a little startled and slightly intimidated. I'm 5'10" with a lean build and weigh 160 pounds and she was at least 2 inches taller and out-weighed me by at least 25 pounds. Those extra pounds weren't fat. She looked sturdy and moved like she was in-charge with an air of confidence and strength.

I struggled to gather my composure and replied, "I was told you cut men's hair."

She looked me over and kept me waiting in the icy winter wind enjoying her advantage over me. I wanted to leave, thinking this was a bad idea but didn't want to seem rude. I felt powerless and I could tell that she knew it and was quietly savoring the moment.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she commandingly said, "Come in. Sit there."

There was a row of 3 chairs in a waiting area within the salon section of the shop. She walked back to a salon station and without a word started to blow-dry her hair. I figured I had interrupted her and that was probably why she was so stern with me at the door. She took her time grooming herself and gave me an occasional glance through the mirror. I wondered if she was trying to gauge my level of frustration. I said nothing and just waited like a little school boy.

"Should I come back later?" I finally asked.

She almost glared at me as if angered by my attempt to hurry her along but said, "Come here."

I got up and slowly approached her, she watched my every move, studying me like I was her prey. When I reached her she turned the salon chair around so I could sit. I sat down and she move closer to the mirror to amply her lipstick.

She looked at me through the mirror and said, "What kind of hairdo do you want?"

She spoke to me like I was a woman. She could have asked, "How do you want your haircut?" but she didn't. I really wanted to leave but what would I say. There were no overt gestures or language to justify my rejection of our newly formed relationship. I thought I'd just come off as over sensitive or weird. In a small town like this the story would be everywhere in a few days. After all this is a beauty salon, ground zero for rumors to take flight.

I replied, "Let's just keep it short and trimmed up, please."

She closed up her lipstick and stepped over to me and with one hand rubbed and massaged my head and said, "You have a nice shaped head. Short hair would look sexy on you."

I let out a small nervous laugh and softly said, "Thanks."

She walked back to her station picked up a comb and scissors and came back to me. She stood behind me and started cutting my hair then she asked, "You aren't from around here, are you?"

I began telling her what I was doing in town, why I was here, when I was going to leave and on and on. I was a nervous chatter box. She would ask a question or two and that kept me going. After a while I realized I was the only one talking so I asked her where everyone else was. She explained that due to the weather almost all her appointments had cancelled.

At some point she stopped to text someone on her phone. They replied and she text back then I thought she made a call but she didn't talk to anyone she left the phone on the counter and came back to work on my hair.

Then out of the blue she asked, "Are you gay?"

We both stopped. I thought what a random question to ask.

I quickly replied, "No. Why would you ask me that?"

While looking at me in the mirror she calmly said, "I had a friend who came here all the time until he moved to California. He was easy to talk to like you. You remind me of him and he was gay."

I quickly shot back, "Well, I'm not gay."

She replied, "Well, don't get your panties in a knot."

She tossed her head back and laughed. I just looked forward trying to think of what to say.

She stepped back and looked at me directly then asked, "But you've thought about it haven't you?"

"About what?" I said, a little defensively.

She gave a naughty little smile and in almost a deep throaty whisper said, "About, being with a man."

I quickly said, "No." and turned from her gaze.

She stood up straight and folded her arms and in a normal voice asked, "I noticed you don't wear a wedding ring. Do you have a girl friend?"

I immediately said, "Yes I do. She is very pretty and we have great sex if you must know."

She smiled and lustfully asked, "Great sex? Does she ever play with your ass? Maybe slid a finger in there or have you let her use a strap-on on you yet?"

I angrily said, "Are you finished, with my hair?"

She put her comb and scissors down then walked over to me. She put both hands on my head and rubbed and massaged my head. I started to calm down. She moved around behind me.

While continuing the massage my head which felt really nice, I closed my eyes, she soft started to talk in a soothing voice saying, "It's OK baby. Lots of men think about it. They secretly tell me about it all the time. Lenny, the gay friend I told you about, said to me that almost every man has thought about it at one time or another. Of course, I didn't believe him until I started asking my men customers and sure enough he was right. They have told me while sitting right where you're sitting."

She softly laughed then continued, "Why, even one time, I asked my husband and after some coaxing he admired to it. Once I knew that, I started to add some ass play to our sex routine and then a dildo and I now I strap-on fuck his ass at will. But you already know all this because you have been fucked with a strap-on before."

I was half asleep or in a trance or something when I heard myself saying, "Yes. That's true."

She quietly whispered, "I knowww."

Then she moved around in front of me with a sweet smile on her face. She continued to massage my head with one hand and placed the other hand on my cheek in a soft caressing manner. The thumb of that hand brushed ever so softly across my lips.

She softly whispered, "Your lips are so soft. Kiss my thumb, softly." I did.

She whispered, "Again. Now again. Now let me in."

And with that last instruction she slowly slid her thumb into my mouth then slid it out then back in.

She whispered, "That's it baby keep your lips puckered like a kiss and let my thumb slid in and out. Use your tongue on the underside. Yes, baby that is so fucking sexy."

That action had some complexity to it. In one way it was soothing and calming. In another it had a maternal feel to it like a child nursing his mom's tit. And in another way it was sexual like sucking cock. My mind was spinning experiencing one sensation after another.

I could hear her say, "I love watching a handsome guy with short cropped hair sucking my thumb like a small cock. Look at yourself in the mirror. See how sexy you look in your new hairdo with your pretty soft lips wrapped around my miniature penis."

I kept my eyes closed. I was actually afraid to look. She took her hand off my head and placed it on the upper part of my thigh. She rubbed and in a small circular motion worked her hand up to my cock.

She squeezed my cock and said, "You see, you are hard already. You like this."

She continued to work her thumb in and out of my mouth then told me, "Pull your cock out and play with it."

As if in a trance I unzipped and pulled my hard cock out and openly stroked it under the haircut apron. There I was stroking my cock and sucking her thumb. She took her hand off my thigh and started to rub my chest. She found one of my nipples and began playing with it then she moved to the other one. She told me to slide up the apron so she could see me stroking my cock. I did. She smiled.

Pre-cum was starting to ooze out of the head. She saw it and took her thumb out of my mouth and began to rub it through the pre-cum then stopped and smiled. I knew what was next but was helpless to stop. She took her thumb, smeared with pre-cum and pushed it back in my mouth. I heard her softly moan.

I sped up the stroking and got myself ready to cum but she had other ideas. She took her thumb out of my mouth and put her other hand on my stoking hand and just stopped me. My eyes shot open and I looked at her with a what-the-fuck look on my face. 

She said, in a very soft voice, "It's OK baby. Just relax, I'll make it better, promise."

I relaxed and let her have her way. She smiled and then bent down while still looking at me and kissed the head of my cock while sucking up the latest deposit of pre-cum. I almost came.

She stepped back and extended her hand. I took hold of it and she led me to the back room. There was a hair shampooing sink back there in a tiny bathroom. She led me to it and turned on the water. She adjusted the hot and cold until she was satisfied that it was the right temperature.

She looked at me and said, "Bend over baby." I did.

She started to rub my head again then she applied shampoo and slowly worked my scalp. It felt very soothing. All the while, she was rubbing her pussy and thighs against my ass. Then she reached around and held my exposed cock. She had strong hands. Some of my cock had gotten soft but she brought it back to life by squeezing and stroking it. She kept slowly humping me while she played with my cock and balls but then she took her other hand from my head and started to undo my pants.

A moment later my pants and underwear were at my ankles. She stoked my cock gently now, just enough to keep me hard as her other hand ran over my ass cheeks. Then she took her hand off my ass and pushed her middle finger into my mouth. I sucked on it like a small dick.

She said, "That's it baby, get it nice and wet."

She pulled her finger out of my mouth with a pop then immediately started to push it up my ass. I tried to move but she held my cock in place. All I could do was bend over and take it.

She leaned over me and whispered in my ear, "Let it happen. It will be really nice, baby."

I didn't have much choice. I stopped trying to fight as her finger wormed its way deeper up my ass. She humped my right ass cheek with her hips in the same rhythm as she was fucking my asshole with her finger. I just let it happen not knowing what else I could do. 

Then I heard her say, "Let's go for two."

That scared me. She spit on my asshole and began to shove another finger up my ass say, "Yes. That's it baby. Take it all."

I felt completely controlled. I guess I could have pushed her away but somehow I didn't.

She softly said, "You want to cum don't you?"

I timidly said, "Yes, please."

She smiled and pulled her finger out of my ass then she said, "Stoke your cock for me baby while I get myself ready. I want to cum with you."

I did as I was told. She turned around and opened a draw of a cabinet on the opposite side of this tiny bathroom. She was doing something but I couldn't tell what it was. Actually, I really didn't care. I was so fucking close to cumming. 

When she was finished she turned around and stepped behind me. I couldn't really see much of her because of the way she was standing behind me.

She told me, "Stop stoking your dick." I stopped.

She continued, "Now reach back and spread your ass cheeks for me baby." 

I did, expecting those familiar two fingers. She spit on my asshole a few times and rubbed it in. I was thinking she's probably going to try to push in 3 fingers up my ass but I was wrong. Suddenly, I felt a thick round object rubbing up and down my asshole. I instantly knew what it was. Gina, my girl friend had indeed fucked me with a strap-on a couple of different times when I was really drunk but this was happening while I was completely sober at 9:30 in the morning. My head was spinning but my dick was screaming, "I have to cum."

Before I could do anything, she was right behind me pushing her fake cock up my ass. It hurt like hell. I could tell it was bigger than Gina's strap-on and I tried to resist but my large haircutting gal would not be denied. I howled as her big fucking cock forced its way up my ass. She was relentless, moving me around and pushing her cock inch by inch up my tight asshole. I was begging her to stop but she was on a mission. Her size, weight and determination were too much for me to stop.

I knew she wasn't all the way in yet when I heard her say, "Let's fuck."

By this time I was looking at my anguished face in the mirror thinking, "How the fuck did I get in this position." I didn't have much time to think as I felt her start to pump my ass, picking up the tempo with every thrust as her fake cock went in deeper with each stroke. It wasn't long before she was slapping her hips onto my ass making a loud slap with each thrust. 

My pelvic bone was pressed hard against the sink with my dick pointed downward as she brutalized my tender ass. The whole wall was shaking from her powerful jolts. I was helpless, thrust after hard thrust shook my whole body. 

She almost growled breathlessly saying, "That's it bitch spread those lily white cheeks for mommy's big dick. Now arch your back and push out that firm tight ass or your. You're mommy's dirty little bitch now, aren't you? Say it. Come on bitch, say it."

Somehow I heard myself say, "Yes, I'm mommy's dirty little bitch."

"Say it louder." She commanded. I did.

"Louder you dirty little bitch." I did.

She suddenly grunted and pumped my ass extra hard as she groaned really loud. I knew she was cumming and I felt my cock respond as well as I shot my load of cum down the inside of my thighs. It was the most unbelievable sexual experience I'd ever had. It felt so dirty and yet so fucking good.

She was breathing like a fucking horse as she pulled out of me with a pop. I saw her leaning against the back wall trying to catch her breath. I was beat, half slumped over the sink trying to recover from just being ass raped. Through the mirror I could see her taking off her strap-on and tossing it in the other small sink by the toilet. It was double headed. No wonder she was getting so much out of this.

She looked at me and said, "Come here and get on your knees." I did.

She grabbed the back of my head and pushed it between her legs and roughly said, "Eat my pussy."

I started to munch on her soaking wet pussy as she moved my head around until I was doing it like she wanted. I could tell I was doing it right by her moans. Suddenly, she pressed my head extra hard against her pussy and started to cum in my mouth. She was actually gushing and made me drink it all down. I fought hard to keep up with the flow. Finally, she pushed me away signaling she was done with me.

She started to leave the small bathroom and threw me a towel says, "Dry off your hair. I want to see how it looks."

She left the room. I dried my hair, cleaned the cum on my thighs, pulled up my pants and walked out. She was leaning against the counter near the cash register with her arms folded just staring at me with no expression on her face.

While looking me square in the eyes she said, "That will be 50 dollar, 10 for the haircut and 40 for the ass fucking."

She kept that blank expression on her face. I dug into my wallet and paid her. She opened the cash register and deposited the money then turned and said, "Do you need a receipt?" She softly laughed.

In a more cordial tone she then said, "Where are you staying?"

"At the motel." I replied.

"What room?"

"201." I said.

"Give me your cell phone number." She said, like we had known each other for some time. I did.

She smiled and said, "I'll be over later tonight with my sister and maybe some guy. Give me your key."

She extended her hand and just looked at me with a real serious look on her face. After several seconds of silence I reached in my pocket and handed her my key. She smiled and said, "See you tonight cutie."



The Hairdresser



"What are you doing on the weekend?" she asked me, as she massaged my scalp.

One of those usual vacuous hairdresser questions, I thought. 

"Oh, not much. Maybe catch a movie on Saturday night. No plans, really", I said, as I enjoyed the feeling of her nails pressing into my head.

I breathed in the perfume of the shampoo and, with my eyes closed, hardly listened as she talked on. Once or twice, though, I opened my eyes and found myself looking straight up from the basin, into her dark almond eyes.

"You've got really long eyelashes, you know!" she giggled at one point, as she rinsed my hair off.

Her slender fingers playing with my hair and her flirtatious manner made me think of flirting a little too. I've been a little out of practice lately, as I've been seeing someone. However, she's a doctor, studying for exams, so she doesn't often have time to socialise. Besides, she was out of town for a conference this weekend . . . 

"Mmmm, that feels nice!" I smiled, eyes still shut, as she rubbed my scalp one last time under the warm water. I jiggled my head a little, like a cat wanting a rub. 

"You want more, do you?" she laughed. "OK, just a little, 'cos we're not too busy!" She sat me up in a chair and towelled my hair off a little. I let my head fall back into her skillful hands; she kneaded and pressed just the right spots and if it wasn't so invigorating, I would have fallen asleep.

"Is this nice?" she asked, pressing two spots on my temples. 

"Mmmm", I murmured, not wanting the pleasure to stop.

"What about this?" she added, with a little giggle. I felt my head fall back a fraction and rest against something soft. As her fingertips came to the front and pushed my head back, I could feel her soft breasts envelope the back of my head. I was in heaven!

"That feels amazing!" I said quietly, as she massaged my brow and hairline with both hands and leaned forward to knead her tits against me as well. 

"OK, time for your haircut now", she said, suddenly moving away and standing behind me. She smoothed her top as she did so and, because her hands - and my hair - were damp, I could see her dark nipples through the thin fabric. For a small girl, she had large shapely tits.

"Mmmm, my t-shirt got a bit wet!" she giggled, patting the damp fabric with her slim hands. "Maybe I should get the blow-dryer out and dry it off, huh?", she added, looking me in the eye through the mirror.

"No, don't worry too much; I like what I see", I replied, with a little wink. She replied with a smile and took up her scissors and comb.

As my haircut went on, Natasha told me a lot about herself: she's 22, born in Malaysia, loves Hollywood flicks and became a hairdresser when she was 16. "I'm a bit of showoff!" she giggled. 

"Like what I did to you before!" she added, as she pushed her tits up against my head once more.

"It's a pity I'm turned around the wrong way!" I laughed, looking at her pretty face in the mirror, laughing back at me.

Natasha snipped away for another minute or two in silence while I admired her slender brown arms and the breasts softly jiggling under her shirt. Once more she leaned on my shoulder and, again, brushed her tits against the side of my head.

"What did you say you were doing Saturday night?" she said softly.

I turned my head a little towards her. She didn't pull away at all. Instead, she leaned further forward so my face was virtually nuzzling into her nipple, which I could feel hardening under her shirt.

I pulled away, wondering who else in the salon was watching; nobody seemed to have noticed. I looked up. "About Saturday night, Natasha - well, I've got a girlfriend, although she's out of town." 

"I've got a boyfriend too and, funnily enough, he's away too", Natasha said coyly. "Were you going to ask me out?" she pouted.

I thought hard about this dilemma. Surely a night out with such a sexy little bimbo wouldn't do any harm? Especially if I didn't sleep with her. She was a bit of a ditzy type, though, and I wondered if we'd actually find things to talk about for a whole evening. And what if one of Karen's friends saw us together?

"Yeah, I was going to ask you out", I said, feeling myself redden slightly. "I love the company of show-offs", I added, grinning.

* * * 

The first thing that struck me when the door of Natasha's flat opened was the smell: powerful incense and aromatherapy oils, mingled with a little marijuana. Second was Natasha herself: transformed completely from the hairdresser in jeans and t-shirt.

"Hiya!" she said cheerfully as she reached up and kissed me on the lips. Her eyes were done up with lots of dark makeup, making her look very exotic and her full lips were glossy from lipstick. "Come in to my little den!"

As she turned and walked in front of me, I realised how tiny she really was. Slender legs, miniscule waist, only about 5 feet tall. She was wearing a slinky satiny skirt, mid-thigh length, and just a tiny top, exposing a lot of midriff. She'd piled her hair up on her head, accentuating her slender neck and shoulders.

"Nice little place you've got here", I commented, as I looked around the dimly lit room. No furniture really, just piles of cushions on the floor, a big boombox stereo which was thumping out some dub reggae thing and a few cartoons in plain black frames on the walls.

"I'm just having a little smoke", Natasha giggled as she took a burning butt from an ashtray. "Here", she said as she handed it to me, "Oh, and take a seat".

I did as I was told, partly because I wanted a better view of Natasha's slim brown legs as she walked barefoot around the room. "So where's your boyfriend tonight?" I asked, to make conversation.

"Like your girlfriend, he's out of the way - for tonight", she laughed as she swished her skirt around her hips. "Make yourself comfortable, I'll go and get ready".

Get ready? I wondered what that meant. I could hear her in the bedroom rummaging around. Pretty soon, a voice spoke. "I was thinking of this dress, but it shrunk a little when I washed it".

Natasha appeared at the doorway holding up a tiny tube of white fabric. She stretched it across her breasts and, she was right, the lower hem barely covered her thighs.

"It looks just fine to me!" I laughed, hoping she'd have the guts to at least try it on in front of me.

"Yeah, right! I'm just looking for some shoes", she laughed back, turning her cute butt away from the door. "Hey, I need some more of that smoke", she added as I stretched out on the cushions once more.

I took it in to her and found her sitting on the bed, tying the straps of some extraorinarily high heeled platforms. The satin of her skirt sat loosely across the very top of her thighs, revealing most of her slim brown legs.

"You like?" she asked, pointing her feet straight out at me, once both shoes were on. 

I handed her the smoke and took one slim foot in my hand. The skin was smooth and brown and she had bright pink painted nails. Like her wrists, her ankles were impossibly narrow. It gave me a hard on just feeling the silkiness of her skin and watching her tiny foot arch with pleasure as I stroked it.

"Can you walk in these?" I laughed. They must have been six inch heels, at least. 

"Of course!" Natasha giggled. "They're a tiny bit big for me but, then, nearly everything is!" She gave me a little wink, which stirred my hard-on, then stood up in her shoes.

Standing, her feet arched strongly upward, outlining the musculature of her smooth legs; the extra height made the skirt cling nicely to her shapely butt. She handed the smoke back to me and took a step to look at herself in the mirror.

Natasha gave her butt a little shake. "No VPL, huh?" she asked as she studied our reflections in the mirror. I gave her a querying look. 

"Visible Panty Line?" she giggled, as she smoothed the back of her skirt down with her pretty hands.

"Not that I can see" I replied, moving to stand right behind her and looking down at the smooth satin that fell into the cleft of her butt cheeks. Her perfume caught my nostrils and I took a deep breath as a wisp of her hair brushed against my face.

"Bra?" Natasha asked, moving her hands to her tits. Only as she said this did it register that she hadn't been wearing one. Her top was finely crocheted white cotton with a halter neck. It was held together at the front with a large silver ring; through it, Natasha's deep brown cleavage could be seen.

I was wondering if such big tits on such a tiny girl were natural, when Natasha answered the question for me.

"I'm lucky with these, huh?" she said, squeezing the flesh up and almost out of her top. "Dad's Malaysian and mum's English, so I got his skin and her tits!" she giggled.

* * * 

As we walked down The Promenade, Natasha talked and talked: soap opera and movie star gossip, that sort of thing. I didn't say much - I think the smoking shut me up a bit - but I did enjoy all the looks Natasha got, from men and women alike. 

"Is this place OK?" I pointed at Federini's, a place which does bad, over-priced Italian food, but has some intimate booths to sit in.

"Oh yeah! I love Federini's!" Natasha squealed. "Let's get a booth!" she added, clattering through the entrance in her high heels.

The head waiter took in Natasha as she walked up to him. Walking in high heels made her tits bounce nicely and, in the dim light, her long smooth legs looked made of copper.

"A booth?" he said as I approached and nodded. "This way, sir".

Natasha took my hand and almost ran to the booth the waiter pointed to. It was upholstered in plush blue velvet and had a tasselled tent-like top, rather like a four-poster bed. She slid in one side and, rather than let me sit opposite, pulled me in next to her.

"This is cosy", I said, as she pressed up against me. Her hand went to my thigh as we looked over the menu and it stayed there after we'd ordered.

"I've had such a busy week!" Natasha said, "And it's so good to just relax. Can I stretch out, honey?"

Without waiting for any reply, she leaned against the corner of the booth and stretched her long legs out across my lap. "You don't mind, do you?" she winked.

"Not if you don't mind me stroking them" I replied, beginning at her toes and soles, and moving my hand up to knees and, then, her thighs.

While I did this, she chattered on, occasionally sipping her drink, once or twice sitting upright. However, she'd always return her legs to my lap where, by now, I had quite a hard-on. As she drank more, Natasha also became more careless with her skirt and, after a while, stopped pulling it down when she shifted position.

"Yummy ravioli!" she giggled, wiping her mouth with her napkin. During her meal, her thigh had been hard up against mine and she hadn't flinched when my hand rested on her bare skin once or twice.

"I'm so full!" she went on, leaning into the corner of the booth once more. "I can hardly fit into this skirt now", she added, looking at me, as she undid the side-lace which held it together.

I watched as her nimble fingers untied the lace and pulled the sides of her skirt apart an inch. She slid both hands down into the front of her skirt and clutched her belly. "Oh, God! I've eaten too, too, too much!"

"Can I rest on you again?" she asked, as she swung both legs up onto my lap once more. As she did this, I noticed with interest that where she'd untied the lace, there was no sign of underwear, just the smooth brown skin of her hip. I wondered if she'd been flirting with me all evening, with just a skimpy satin skirt between me and her bare pussy?

"Is there some drink that's good to have if you've eaten too much?" she asked, her big eyes glowing at me from the dim corner of the booth while she continued to rub her belly. 

I ordered a digestive from the waiter. "That'll fix you up!" I smiled.

Natasha kept massaging her stomach and moaning softly. "Where does your stomach hurt?" I asked.

"I'll show you". She leaned right back, pushing her legs onto me even further. She untied the side-lace until all of the bare flesh of her thigh, hip and waist could be seen through the slit she'd created. Definitely no panties there, I thought to myself.


"Right down here!" she murmured, her hands on her lower stomach, pushing her skirt down even further. As she said this, the waiter returned with Natasha's Underberg. He eyed us both carefully as he put the drink down and gave me a barely perceptible smile.

"I should sit up to drink this, huh?" Natasha smiled. She held her hand out to me and I pulled her upright. This meant that her skirt was now just loosely bunched fabric around her waist but her legs were together, still on my lap.

"Wow, it's bitter!" she said, as she sipped it. She placed one foot on the floor, leaving the other on my lap. Her legs spread like this, I couldn't resist looking down, to see if she'd showed herself.

"Does that feel any better?" I asked in a concerned tone, as my hand stroked her upper thigh. 

I could hardly believe it when Natasha responded by arching her body back and resumed stroking her belly with her hands. This time, though, she'd pushed the skirt down so far I could see her closely trimmed bush quite clearly.

She saw what I was looking at straight away. "Whoops!" she giggled. "Skirt's too low, huh?" 

She slowly pulled the waist of the skirt up just an inch and, then, toying with the side lace, undid it even further, leaving her entire side bare, but her pubic hair covered. 

"VPL's certainly not a problem now!" I joked. 

"Yeah, but what if Boffo, you know, the waiter, comes back?" She giggled at the name she'd given him, as she stretched the edge of her crumpled skirt down between her still spread thighs.

"Feeling any better?" I asked, admiring her taut belly and watching her fingers caress under her skirt.

"It feels much better after that drink and without my skirt so tight", she sighed. "But I shouldn't sit here massaging myself like this, should I?" she added with a little giggle. "You might get the wrong idea!"

"I sure don't mind", I grinned. "Even I do get the wrong idea . . ."

"Hmmm, alright then", she smiled. "You know, this massaging feels real good, but my skirt's gone all twisted".

"Do you want a hand?" I asked, probably too eagerly.

"We are in a public place!" she said sharply, but with a wicked grin.

For a couple of minutes, we sat like that: I sipped my dessert wine, Natasha finished her Underberg and returned to stroking her belly. Then, she surprised me.

"I'm gonna take this damn thing off!" she said, in a mock angry tone of voice. 

Her hands moved to the loosened side of her skirt and, one eyelet at a time, she unlaced it completely. She leaned forward and dangled the lace above her glass and let it fall in, laughing loudly. 

Natasha gave me a challenging look as she lay back again, arching even further, causing the fabric of her skirt to shift and, almost, to fall away from her pussy completely.

"I can see you're feeling a whole lot better!" I said quietly. 

I still couldn't believe I had this almost naked bimbo lying half on top of me in a public restaurant. 

"Mmmm", Natasha murmured. At that moment, our waiter returned to take our empty glasses. He stopped and flushed bright red when he saw Natasha sprawled like that. She smiled at him and slowly took the corner of her skirt and stretched it across her pussy which, moments before, was almost in full view.

"Sorry", she said to the waiter in a low, flirtatious voice, "But I had a bit of a tummy-ache, so I loosened my skirt. I hope that's OK". 

The waiter had recovered a bit of his composure. "Oh, that's just fine, miss. These booths are, after all, quite private". 

She looked down at the satin across her lap. The waiter's and my eyes followed her pretty hand as she rubbed the fabric against her mound. "Mmmm, privacy. That's good, isn't it?" she said, looking at us both under her lowered eyelashes.

The waiter was rooted to the spot and my eyes were fixed on Natasha's hand, which was now making circling movements. She raised her hips up off the seat and slowly pushed the satin of her skirt against her pussy with a finger.

"Man!" said the waiter softly, as he continued to stare. 

Natasha drank in all the attention and kept pushing the satin into her slit, a big grin on her face.

"I've drunk far too much. I've gotta go to the bathroom", she giggled eventually, looking directly at me.

I looked at the waiter's dumbstruck face and then back at Natasha, who pulled the skirt around her and sat up with it crumpled in her lap. She pulled the lace out of her glass and held it up. "How the hell do I get this back in?" she giggled.

"Doesn't matter!" she added, as she pushed past me. I felt her bare butt brush against my cock as she slid past and then watched as she held the skirt together at the waist with her fingers. Like that, she walked towards the restrooms.

"One hell of a young lady there", the waiter commented, as he cleared the table. "Anything else you'll be needing sir?"

"I don't think so. Just the bill, thanks". 

By the time Natasha came back, I'd paid and was leaning back in the corner of the booth, running my imagination through what I'd just seen. She was smiling again now and her long strides were making it obvious that she wore nothing under her improvised skirt which she only just held together at her hip.

"That's better!" she giggled, as she squeezed in next to me. She let the side of her skirt fall open as she again picked up her lace from the table and toyed with it. "I don't think I need this, huh?".

"No, neither do I", I said, running my hand up her thigh and hip where the skirt had fallen away. I pushed the fabric off altogether and was pleased to see that Natasha simply giggled and let her knees fall apart.

At last I had a clear view of her beautiful pussy. Natasha also looked down. "So, what're we going to do now?" she smiled, as she swung her legs together and, then, apart even further.

Her thighs were now as far apart as possible and little whiffs of her pussy scent were driving me crazy. "I think you can guess!!" I said.

"What about your girlfriend?" Natasha giggled.

"Like your boyfriend, she's out of the way - for tonight!" I laughed.



The Hairdresser



I get my haircut about every five weeks and I've been going to my local barber, Joe, for about six years. It's a one-man shop in our local shopping center and I can drop in late in the day and Joe always looks after me well.

This day I called in right on closing time, as usual, and found to my amazement that Joe was not there, behind the counter stood a lovely looking lady, probably in her late twenties. She gave me a quick look of annoyance as she was obviously hoping to go home and then turned on a beaming smile.

"Hello, can I help you?"

"Hi, I was going to get my usual cut but looks like Joe is missing," I replied.

"Yes Joe was taken to hospital with appendicitis last week and I'm standing in for him."

"Oh that's no good, is Joe ok?"

"Yes he is fine but has to rest for a few weeks so here I am, that is if you don't mind a lady cutting your hair?" she said, again with that lovely smile.

"Yes, that's fine by me," I said, "It will make a change, Joe has been cutting my hair for about six years or so, by the way my name is Steve."

"My name is Anne, nice to meet you Steve," Anne said as she came out from behind the counter. My eyes nearly popped as I took in her lovely figure, large firm breasts, trim waist and long legs. She was wearing a tee shirt and short skirt cut just above her knees. 

"If you don't mind Steve I will lock the front door and pull the screens across. I'm a little weary and you will be my last customer today. Then I can take my time with you without interruptions."

As Anne walked to the front of the shop I saw the printing on the back of her tee shirt, "The floggings will continue until morale improves."

I grinned to myself and said, "Look Anne I don't want to put you out if your too tired, I can come back tomorrow."

Again that winning smile as she walked back into the shop after locking the door and pulling the screens across, "No that's fine Steve, I'm ok to do you, really. I'll just pop out the back for a second."

A short time later Anne returned to the shop stretching, "Ah that feels better, that bra was far too tight, much more comfortable like this."

I gazed for too long at her breasts and nipples straining at the white material and blushed when I saw Anne grinning at me.

"Ok Steve, let's wash your hair first, over here to the basin." Anne said as she turned on the water.

"Wash my hair?" I was surprised but quite willing to spend extra time with this sexy lady; "Joe has never washed my hair, but if you want to that's fine by me." 

I lay down in the chair with the back of my head resting over the edge of the basin. Anne stood beside me and started to wet my hair. Looking up I had a very close view of her lovely boobs as she wet then washed my hair. Her strong fingers massaged the shampoo thoroughly into my scalp as we made small talk. Anne told me that she liked working as a hairdresser's locum, she specialized in looking after small businesses while their owners took a break for illness or holidays. She explained that it was much easier than paying rent and all the other associated costs of running a small business. Some water splashed on the front of her tee shirt making the nipples even more visible but Anne just grinned and went on washing my hair. 

After a thorough wash and rinse I sat in the usual chair for the hair cut. Anne obviously knew what she was doing and I was pleased with the way the cut was proceeding. It was then that I asked the fateful question.

"Anne, that saying on the back of your tee shirt, can you explain it please?"

"Hee hee, it is a bit unusual isn't it," Anne giggled, "You know many have seen it today but you are the first to ask. I actually brought it when I was in England. I attended a medieval show where everyone dressed up as King Richard or a Knight or Princess or Robin Hood, that type of thing. It was great, mock floggings, great food, lots of beer and even a spanking tent where you could get your own bottom smacked."

"Really?" I laughed, "And did you get your bottom spanked Anne?"

"Oh yes, I sure did," Again that delightful giggle, "I must admit that a good spanking really turns me on, but don't tell anyone I told you that!"

"You get turned on by a spanking Anne, really? I can't imagine a spanking turning me on at all."

"Well judging by the lump in your pants when I was washing you hair I would guess that you are a tits man? Would that be right Steve?" Anne laughed out loud as I blushed bright red. "Don't worry about it Steve, I would have been disappointed if my boobs had no effect on you at all."

"Back to business for a minute Steve." Anne continued, "I have to give a guy a shave before his wedding tomorrow and I haven't shaved a man for ages. Would you mind if I practiced on you, no charge of course? Are you in a hurry at all?"

"No I'm not in a hurry," I said glad of any excuse to spend more time with this delightful lady, "You can shave me, just be careful with the cut throat razor."

"Oh thank you Steve, that's very nice of you, and yes, I will be very careful."

Anne completed cutting my hair and lay the back of the chair down so she could shave my face. Again the delightful vision of her breasts was close to my eyes and well she knew it. After lathering my stubble Anne leant over me to see up close the area she was shaving. Her lovely bosom was practically on my chest at one stage and I could feel the blood rushing into my cock under the protective hairdressing sheet.

"Getting hard again Steve?" Anne asked mischievously as she completed the shaving and wiped the excess soap away, "If you aren't careful I'll have to give you a spanking!"

"Give me a spanking as well as a shave?" I liked the way this conversation was going and decided to test the waters, "You wouldn't dare!"

"Wouldn't I?" Anne laughed again as she removed the protective sheet. "I'm game if you are, you never know Steve you just might enjoy it!"

As I rose from the chair Anne walked backward into Joe's private room, her finger beckoning to me to follow. I grinned and quickly joined her in Joe's office.

"You are really serious aren't you Anne?" I questioned.

"Oh yes Steve, I sure am!" Anne said as she pulled a chair into the center of the room and sat down, "Ok Steve, drop your pants and over my knees!"

"What? Drop my pants? You must be joking Anne!" 

"Come on now, don't be bashful Steve, leave your undies on, this will be fun and who knows where it may lead?"

The last few words were the clincher so I quickly took off my shoes and dropped my trousers. With a little trepidation I bent down, positioned and then settled myself over Anne's slim thighs.

"Very good Steve," Anne cried out with delight as she lifted up the tail of my shirt, "Oh a virgin spankee, my first deflowering!"

Anne's laughter echoed through the small office as she placed a hand on my arse. She bent her head down and whispered in my ear, "You behave and do what I say Steve and you can spank me later - on the bare!!"

With that statement I made a silent promise to obey Anne's orders as she started to lightly spank my arse cheeks and upper thighs. I thought to myself this is easy to take, it doesn't hurt at all, little did I know of what was to follow.

Slowly but surely the pressure of Anne's spanks started to increase and although most of them were through the cloth of my undies there was already a slight sting to each swat. There was utter silence in the room except for the sound of Anne's hand making contact with my arse, the sounds of the spanks slowly growing in intensity. I was now starting to wiggle around a little on Anne's thighs so her spare hand now pushed firmly into the center of my back. Then she paused and I thought that it may be over, but then I felt her hand grasp the elastic of my undies and pull them down. I decided to cooperate and raised my hips to assist and heard Anne mutter "Good boy" as she pushed the undies down past my knees and off over my feet. Her hand slid up between my thighs firmly pushing my thighs apart and then resumed the firm spanking.

"Ah that's better Steve, now I can see the effect my hand is having on your skin. It's already a nice pink color but I'm going to turn it red."

With that statement the spanks grew harder and harder and I was calling out after each swat.

"Whack" - "Ouch", "Whack" - "Owww", "Whack" - "Shit that hurts!"

"Don't be a wimp," Anne ordered, "There's still a lot more to come!" Then she bent and whispered to me, "If it really gets too much for you call out 'red', that is your safe word."

After some more hard spanks, which stung quite a lot Anne, stopped and said, "This is stinging my hand too much Steve, stand up for a minute."

I obeyed the instruction and stood up, my hard cock standing straight out in front of me. Anne looked at my cock and then at me with an 'see I told you so' look on her face then turned the chair around so that the back was in front of me.

"Take off your shirt, bend over the back of the chair Steve and grasp the seat." Fearing the outcome but nevertheless looking forward to turning the tables on Anne I obeyed. "Good, don't move, I'll be back in a sec."

I heard Anne's footsteps move into the shop, a drawer open and close and then she quickly returned. She stood behind me and suddenly "whoosh", a leather strap burst across my arse cheeks.

"Owwww, bloody hell Anne what do you think your doing?" I demanded as I straightened and my hand going to my stinging, hot cheeks.

Anne was holding the leather strap that was used to sharpen the razors, her rock hard nipples pushing against the confines of the tee shirt. "Wow that got a good reaction didn't it?" She reached up and held my head with her spare hand pulling it down so she could kiss me. And what a kiss, it took my breath away with its intensity! "Five more whacks Steve and then pleasure for the rest of the night I promise! This has made my shaven pussy so wet Steve, just five more strokes!"

My answer was to kiss her again then bend down over the back of the chair. I braced myself for the onslaught and did not have long to wait.

"Whack, thwack, pow!!" Three strokes all in quick succession had me crying out loud and having a lot of trouble maintaining my position. 

I felt Anne's hand caress my cheeks, "Oh it's so wonderfully hot Steve, only two more, I promise."

"Whack" - "Owww, oh my God!" I cried. 

"Thwack!" - I collapsed sideways and fell to my knees on the floor, the pain was incredible but the effect it had on my cock was amazing, I had never felt it so rock hard.

Anne knelt down beside me, "Oh Steve you were wonderful to take that, I have a special surprise for you now. When you feel up to it come back into the shop." With that Anne walked back into the customer area.

A couple of minutes later I managed to regain my feet and walked back into the shop gingerly rubbing my sore arse cheeks. Anne was standing beside the main chair again, a devilish smile on her lovely face.

"Sit!" she ordered, pointing to the chair which had been laid back to its fullest extent.

I eased my still stinging bottom down onto the cool leather of the seat and Anne placed a hand on my chest and pushed me down onto my back.

"You were very good Steve and now you are going to get your reward." Anne said as she leaned over and kissed me once again. She then produced two lengths of Velcro strapping and before I knew what was happening my wrists were fastened to the solid arms of the chair.

"Gotcha, just where I want you," Anne cried out triumphantly.

"I don't like this Anne," I said, suddenly feeling very vulnerable. Up until this point I really could have used my strength and left at any time, but now I was at her mercy. "What are you going to do?"

"Hush sweet Steven, you are safe and will not come to any harm. For the rest of the night it is only pleasure for you, and me too." 

As she was speaking Anne moved up beside my head and in one movement pulled the tee shirt off over her head. Shaking her hair back into place she took a breast in her hand and guided it into my mouth. What else could I do but suck and nip greedily on the hard nipple causing "ooohs and ahhhs" of pleasure from Anne. I felt her hand grasp my cock and start to gently masturbate me, my mind was spinning at the situation in which I now found myself.

Suddenly Anne moved away, smiled quite evilly at me, and moved over to the shaving shelf. My eyes widened as she took hold of the shaving gear and moved back to me.

"Hey, hold on Anne, what are you going to do with that?" I asked nervously.

"I'm going to shave you, so you are smooth as I am," Anne replied with a laugh.

"Oh no Anne, please don't do that, you might cut me!"

"I won't if you stay still Steve, and then I can do this onto your shaven groin." As she spoke Anne lowered her mouth onto my cock and took it full length down her throat. Just as quickly she stood again, her breasts bouncing and she dropped her skirt to the floor displaying her shaven pussy.

"Wouldn't you like to lick and split my shaven pussy Steve?" Anne said as she spread her legs wide apart, "Oh I'm so wet for you! I'll be very careful Steve I promise."

"Oh shit Anne, you sure are a sexy sight," I swallowed hard as I looked at her, "Well ok, but no nicks please."

Anne's reply was to take a pair of scissors and carefully trim my pubic hairs. I concentrated on staying as still as I could as she lathered the soap around my cock and balls. As Anne picked up the razor I shut my eyes and said a silent prayer. I listened to the quiet scrape of the razor as Anne slowly removed my pubic hair, finally washing the excess soap off with warm water. After drying me off with a warm towel Anne held a mirror so I could see her handy-work, I was as bald as a newborn baby.

"After shave lotion Sir?" Anne said with a grin.

"Don't you bloody well dare, that stuff stings something awful, they would hear me across the street at the Seven Eleven if you did that."

"Don't worry Steve," Anne said with another laugh as she removed the Velcro straps. "I think you have had enough shocks for this evening, how about we grab a pizza and head back to your place or mine for a bit of fun. Don't forget, you still have to spank me and I'm as horny as hell. Oh hell, you don't have a wife at home do you?"

"Sounds good to me Anne," I replied as I rose from the chair. "I am single so you don't have to worry about an angry wife. Let's dress and grab that pizza, I'm starved and not just for food."

It wasn't long before we were dressed and out of the shop. Anne gave me her address and went ahead while I brought a pizza. As I drove to her place, I had the horrible thought that she had given me a false address, but she proved me wrong as I saw her waiting on the porch for me with a can of beer in her hand. I quickly moved inside her home and we ate the pizza and drank the lovely cold Fosters as we got to know each other a little. 

Finally we had finished and as Anne cleared the plates she said, "Ready to spank me now Steve? I sure need it and after that you can fuck me good and hard."

My answer was to walk over to Anne and pull her over to a straight-backed chair. I sat and pulled Anne over my knees, raised her skirt and gazed upon her panty-less arse. Without any prodding from me Anne spread her legs wide apart, giving me a wonderful view of her arse and shaven pussy. I ran my fingers over her pussy that was very wet and a shiver ran through her body.

This being the first time I had ever spanked anyone I started very softly, almost caressing her smooth skin. 

Anne wriggled impatiently, "Do it harder please Steve, if it gets too hard I'll call 'red', ok?"

"You bet Anne, whatever you want," I replied immediately spanking harder.

"Oh yes, that's it Steve, mmmmmmmm oh I love it, keep going."

Whack, whack, whack, I seemed to get into a rhythm and it wasn't long before Anne's white skin was turning pink. My cock was getting hard again with this sexy lady over my lap and I knew she must be able to feel it pushing against her. Anne was now wriggling around on my lap as I continued to spank her, her moans and groans of appreciation urging me on. My hand kept raising and falling and Anne's ass slowly but surely turned a soft red color. At one stage I slipped my hand between her legs and rubbed it over her smooth, wet pussy resulting in a giggling fit from Anne.

The sting on the palm of my hand made me remember the effect the leather strap had had on my arse so ceased spanking and ordered, "Stand up Anne, and at attention!"

Anne quickly rose, her eyes sparkling with excitement and stood straight at attention in front of me.

I pointed to her skirt & tee shirt. "Strip!"

Anne gave me a mock salute and quickly removed her tee shirt and skirt, standing before me completely nude and without a hint of embarrassment. I walked around her, doing a mock inspection, admiring her pink arse and feeling the weight of each breast. Taking an arm I led her behind an armchair and firmly bent her over the back. A moan of excitement escaped her lips as I spread her legs wide apart and ordered her to "Stay!"

I went for a quick exploration of her home and soon found her bedroom. My eyes widened when I saw the ropes attached to each corner of the bed, what was this devious lady planning? Opening a wardrobe door I found what I was looking for, a selection of leather belts. Selecting the widest and heaviest in weight I returned to the lounge to find Anne still in position over the back of the chair.

I took up position behind her and gave her a few hard spanks with my hand, resulting in a further murmur of appreciation. Without warning her I suddenly whipped the belt across her pink skin with a loud 'Whap'. 

"Owwwwww, oh yes Steve, do it again!" Anne cried, not the reaction I had expected but who was I to refuse such a request?

"Whack, whack, whack!" Three hard slaps with the strap had Anne yelling out loudly, but was it pleasure or pain, or some of each?

After two more solid whacks I soon found out that the pain was giving Anne pleasure as she cried out "I'm cummmming" and her body shuddered with an orgasm. I could resist her no longer and quickly dropped my pants to the floor. I pushed my cock up against her vagina and she quickly moved one her hands to guide me into her waiting pussy.

"Fuck me Steve, fuck me!" Anne cried as I pushed my cock into her wetness, our hairless groins joined at last. After all the teasing Anne had done to me at the shop I knew that I would not last long but I was determined to make her cum again. Harder and quicker I fucked her, our moans of pleasure filling the room, both of us wanting to orgasm but to also make it last as long as possible. Grunting each time I thrust forward, I managed to give Anne a few hard spanks on her striped arse cheeks which only made her urge me on to greater efforts. 

After all the spanking in the shop and the wait while we ate it wasn't long before I felt a tightening of my balls and suddenly my body was jerking uncontrollably as I orgasmed. Anne wasn't far behind me and she cried out loud as her sexy body received my cum juices.

"Wow Steve, that was incredible," Anne said as she rose from the back of the armchair, wrapped her arms around me and kissed me deeply. "Come on let's go into my bedroom, the night is still young and I have another surprise for you."

"Ah yes I noticed the ropes on the bed, what do you have in mind?" I asked with a hint of uncertainty in my voice as we moved into her bedroom.

"Oh Steve, relax and enjoy!" Anne cried as she pushed me back onto the bed. "Trust me and I will pleasure you all night, now lay back in the center please and spread your arms and legs apart."

I decided to put myself in this beautiful lady's hands and did as she asked. It wasn't long before Anne had attached the ropes and I was tied spread-eagled. Anne grinned at me as she went to a drawer and took out a blindfold. She kissed me again as she slipped it over my eyes and my world turned black. Anne then left me for a couple of tension filled minutes while she went into her bathroom, but soon she was back and the bed moved as I sensed her kneeling beside me.




The Hairdresser



Anne kissed me again on the lips and then licked her way down my neck to my chest. Her tongue traced around my nipples that she then sucked and nibbled. I moaned as I felt her tongue move lower, into my navel where it played for a short time before moving lower down over my hips and down my legs. My senses seemed heightened as Anne continued to tease me, massaging my feet and toes and then ever so slowly licking her way up my legs. 

Anne's tongue withdrew just as she neared the top of my inner thigh and she did not move. As the seconds ticked by the tension and suspense grew and, to my amazement, so did the hardness of my cock. Although I could not see because of the blindfold I was imagining Anne kneeling beside me, watching my cock as it hardened, licking her lips in anticipation. Whoever said that the body's largest sex organ is the brain was certainly correct. I don't know how long I lay without being touched but finally I felt Anne blowing air from her mouth onto my cock that gave an involuntary jerk. The next sensation was of her tongue playing with the hole at the tip and then I felt her lips encircle my knob. Another pause and then my cock was slowly swallowed deep into her mouth and throat. I moaned loudly as Anne used my cock to fuck her mouth, the sensations caused by the rhythmical bobbing of her head were out of this world.

Just when I thought I could hold on no longer Anne took her mouth from my cock and I felt her fingers squeeze the head.

"Hold on, just a little longer," she whispered in a husky voice.

I felt the mattress move as Anne changed position and I sensed that she was now straddling my hips. Suddenly my dark world changed as she slipped the blindfold off my eyes and as I focused in the sudden light I saw Anne squatting over my erection. She reached down and grasped my cock as her knees bent and she slowly lowered herself. My eyes popped as I realized that Anne was aiming my cock directly at her arse hole.

Anne grinned at me and said, "I lubricated myself in the bathroom, this will be easy."

Her words were correct as my cock slid smoothly into Anne's tight anus, easily passing the sphincter muscle as she relaxed allowing my cock to enter her rectum. Anne paused for a short time and then started to move up and down, the pressure of the walls of her arse felt amazing on my cock. Her nipples were hard as small rocks on her bouncing breasts and we were both moaning loudly, as our orgasms quickly grew close.

Another surprise was in store for me as Anne took a silver vibrator from under the sheet, turned it on full, leant back and slipped it inside her pussy. The sensations of the buzzing vibrator just a thin membrane away from my cock was shear ecstasy. I screamed out loud as my hips thrust up to her, the ropes on my wrists and ankles marking my skin as they held me to the bed.

My cock erupted, pumping my sperm into Anne's arse and shortly after she screamed as my cock and the vibrator has the desired effect. Sweat was glistening on both of our bodies as Anne slipped the vibrator from her pussy and greedily licked the moisture from it before leaning forward and kissing my lips. After lifting herself from my cock Anne released me from the ropes and collapsed onto the bed beside me, both of us still panting after such an amazing experience.

"Wow, all I was after was a haircut!" I managed to laugh as I cuddled Anne to me.

She looked at me and grinned, "And make sure you pay me for it before you leave too, I have to do the right thing by Joe, but I'll throw in the shaving for free."

"Very magnanimous of you Anne, thank you so much," I replied in a slightly sarcastic tone. "Wow it has certainly been an amazing experience, I never thought spanking and bondage could be so erotic and so much fun."

"BDSM is not all whips and chains Steve, it has an image that is slowly changing as more people learn what it's all about, the internet is proving to be a very useful source of information for many people." Anne propped herself up on an elbow and looked down at me, "I you like I can show you more and introduce you to some friends of mine in the chat rooms at Literotica dot com."

My answer was pull Anne's lips to mine and kiss her deeply; I was looking forward to learning more from this wonderful teacher.



The Hairdresser



Chapter 1

Trevor had needed to get a trim for a few months now. He likes to have his light brown hair at shoulder length, but it was starting to get longer than he wanted it. His previous barber that he went to since he was kid had just retired. So he had no idea where to go. He was particular about who cut his hair, he was funny that way.

His friend Kate recommended a place downtown called "Magic". She had told him that they did fantastic work and they even knew some of the hairdressers and the owners. She also recommended that Trevor should get Teri to cut his hair. She assured him that he wouldn't be disappointed.

He called them the next day and made an appointment for that afternoon. When he arrived there, fluorescent lights and dance music playing in the background greeted him. He had never been in a place like this before so this was all new to him. He went to the receptionist and told her that he had a 3 o'clock with Teri. She told Trevor cheerfully that Teri would be with him in a few minutes and to please have a seat.

He sat in the waiting area and glanced at a few magazines on the coffee table. He then noticed a tall woman with long wavy brown hair and stunning green eyes approach him. Another thing that he noticed was that she had the most beautiful legs he had ever seen in his life. Not skinny like a models, but long and shapely and tanned. He found himself getting aroused.

She introduced herself and led him to wash his hair before she would trim his hair. As she worked they made small talk. Such as what kind of work Trevor did, what were some of their interests, etc. Trevor couldn't help but keep sneaking glances at her. He became more aroused as he watched more and felt her touch in his head. Then he did notice something odd. There was a lump on her throat. This woman he was getting turned on for, had an Adam's apple. She wasn't a woman she was really a man.

Trevor just had to ask her/him. "Excuse me, but can I ask you something?"

"Yes." Replied Teri and she did the final rinse of Trevor's hair.

"I couldn't help but notice that you have an Adam's apple. Are you a guy?"

Teri smiled and replied, "I am a transsexual. I was born a man but choose to live as a woman. Does that bother you?"

"No." Trevor had replied truthfully. He had always been open minded and he idea on life was "Live and let live."

She then led him to her station and started to trim his hair. As they chatted he found himself attracted to her. He couldn't help himself. He asked her about her transformation and he wanted to know more about it. As she told him, he remembered when he was a teenager; he had a fantasy about gorgeous women who didn't have a pussy, but a cock. He had always considered himself straight, but from time to time he would see beautiful women and wish they had a cock. 

Trevor then asked if he could ask her a personal question and if she minded him asking all of his questions. She replied that she didn't mind at all and that he could ask anything that he wanted. He asked her if she was going to get the surgery to get a vagina. She told him that she had surgery to get breasts, (that he noticed were very curvy and a delight to stare at) but she loved the combination of being a woman with a penis.

That got Trevor's cock rock hard. He had never actually met or been with a T-girl. He knew that he wanted Teri. He wanted her so bad that her touch was intoxicating. He wanted to take her into his arms and started kissing her passionately and start rubbing and feeling her cock. He couldn't believe how horny he was getting. He knew that he had to keep himself under control, and he managed to achieve this task with the help of some will power.

When she was done and he paid her, he told her that Kate had recommended her.

"Oh yes, I know Kate." Teri replied. "Her and I are great friends."

"Cool." Trevor replied. He had hoped that this would be the chance to see Teri some more. 

When Trevor arrived back to his apartment and into his bedroom and masturbated and thought about Teri. He thought about kissing and fondling her. He wanted to touch and feel her cock. When he thought about sucking her cock, he came. His hot white cum shot out of him in a long stream and it landed all over his chest.

He lied in his bed relieved for that moment. He knew that he wanted to see Teri again. He wanted to know if she wanted to see him again. More importantly to him, he wanted to know if Teri liked to have her cock sucked.

To be continued. 



The Hairdresser



My name is Nisha and I am from Sri Lanka, a beautiful country with even more beautiful beaches and sexy women. I am 18 and most people describe me as a tom boy. This is mainly because my hair is cut short and I don't have big breasts compared to my mom. She has a gorgeous pair of 34d's that are all natural. Though I 28b's, I have a fantastic figure with wide hips, narrow waist and a tummy most women would kill for. This is because I love sports and work out at least 3 hours a week. My legs are long and nicely muscled and well suited to my 5 foot 9 inch frame. I do get hit on by lesbians more than guys and that sometimes bother me. My mom Anusha is 39 and most of my physical traits are from her, except the short hair and small boobs. She is a widow, since dad died when I was 14. She never remarried and I never really caught her even looking at a man after dad's death.

I have an easy going and fun personality. I love to read mostly romantic novels and the odd erotic story. OK, let me be frank. More than the odd erotic story and I love browsing for sexy stories online. I dare say that some of the stories I read could make some ladies shudder. I also do watch porn as I have a number of good friends who are guys and I am not ashamed to borrow some of their DVD's. I take care not to let my mom see me watch porn and I keep them well hidden on my PC. I live in Colombo, the business capital of Sri Lanka. My story starts when I took my mom's advice and set up an appointment at the place where she gets her hair cut. I used to stick to the cheaper salons since I don't believe in spending a fortune on my hair. So I took this up partly to keep my mom happy and to sample the taste of fashion that most women spend their lifesavings on.

The salon was an old house that had been refurbished. It didn't look impressive from the outside. I walked into the salon and was instantly impressed about is decor. According to my mom, it was owned by one of her old friends. I was greeted by a lady who seemed like she was at the latter stages of her 30's. As she escorted me to a private room I stared at the gentle sway of her wide hips. She told me that my mom had booked me for a massage as well. Instead of getting upset over this little addition to my program, I decided to enjoy it for once. The room I was in was separated from the rest of the customers by a small cubicle so that I had privacy. It had a door that had no glass so that the privacy was complete. I presumed that it was because of the massage facilities. I settled into my seat awaiting the lady who was going to change my look forever. If I had known in advance what would happen next, I would have rushed out of the salon in a second.

The door opened to let an extremely pretty girl into the room. Her face seemed vaguely familiar and I realized that she closely resembled the lady at the counter. I assumed that she was related to the owner. She smiled at me and for no reason at all, I was suddenly self conscious. I usually feel so comfortable with my looks and I was surprised at my reaction. The girl looked like she was in her 20's and had dark hair. Her hair was straight and elegantly highlighted with streaks of dark red. Her skin was slightly dark giving her an exotic and mysterious look. She had shoulder length hair and when she turned to close the door, I realized that she had a substantial bust for her slim figure, which accentuated it further. Her tummy had a slight curve that I find to be sexy on a woman opposed to me near flat tummy. The fact that a woman has a certain amount of fat on her belly makes her more feminine and sexy. I remembered my mom's tummy at the sight of her. This lady had slimmer hips and wore a tight pair of pants that stretched across her cute little butt. She suddenly turned and I had no chance but to smile sheepishly noting a slight smile of what I detected to be a mix of amusement and embarrassment on her face. I quickly turned towards the mirror trying my best to count the lines on my palm.

"Hi," she said in a sweet melodious voice that I instantly liked.

"You must be Nisha, the daughter of my best customer," she smiled at me in the mirror.

"I am Sharon and I am all yours for this afternoon," she said. The statement would have made me blush, but she said it in a manner that was sweet and innocent.

I quickly smiled and looked down again to cover my embarrassment.

"Hey, it's OK. It's not unusual for a woman to check another woman out," she said, breaking the ice instantly. I liked her more. I looked up again and met her eyes and was surprised to see a certain amount of tenderness. Her hand started to stroke my hair, running her fingers through it, feeling its texture. This simple gesture sent shivers down my spine as I have never been touched liked that before. Sharon turned a fairly simple action into a comforting and tender experience. This is the first time I let a woman touch me this way. This is mainly because I am generally not a physical person and I don't relish physical contact as much as many women do. I am more comfortable shaking hands with women than hugging them which attracted a lot of teasing from my close friends. I tended to wear a bra under my nightdress when I had to share a room with another girl. So for me, letting Sharon touch my hair in this manner was a major leap forward in physical relations.

"Your hair is different from your mom's," she said looking at me smiling.

"Yeah, mom said that you are good with your hands. I mean with your scissors, or whatever," I said kicking myself.

She seemed unperturbed. "Oh, did she really say that?"

I nodded like a dumb fool.

"That's nice of her. She is a gorgeous lady and I love cutting her hair," she said.

"She is one of those ladies that makes me wish I was a guy. And I didn't know she had a gorgeous daughter as well." she smiled.

"Oh, thank you," I murmured.

"So what do you want me to do for you?" she asked, her eyes sparkling.

"Well, its overgrown and I want you to put some femininity into it," I said.

"Mmmm, that won't be difficult," she said.

"Let's wash your hair first," she said.

She turned the chair and tilted it so that my head was resting on the edge of the sink. She wore a tight fitting black t-shirt with a deep v neck. I realized that the way she was bending over me was giving me more than a glimpse of her cleavage and the black lacy bra she wore. She bent over me and washed and dried my hair. I had no choice but to gaze wonderingly at the lovely breasts shaking to an erotic rhythm of their own. They were at times dangerously close to my face. Her body radiated with a heat that I found to be alluring to the extreme. I tried to brush away this feeling, but miserably failed. Basically, I was beginning to enjoy this encounter a whole lot more than a simple hair dressing appointment.

I had no way of judging whether she did this on purpose. Sharon finished wiping my hair and turned me back to face the mirror. It was quite cold in the room and my nipples were hard against my flimsy bra and I could see them pressing against my thin strap t-shirt. My eyes moved from my nipples to her face and I realized that she had been staring at them too. Her gaze met mine, not acknowledging the fact that she had stared at my nipples and showing no reaction at being caught.

"Do you mind if I slip your straps down?" she asked. I assumed it was my t-shirt and I nodded.

To my amazement, she slipped my t-shirt and the invisible bra strap down and had a cloth wrapped around my neck to keep away the hair off my skin. I shuddered as I felt her gentle hands turn the simple act of tying that cloth around my neck into an intimate gesture. I was struggling to drag my mind to the task at hand. She started to cut my hair, ending a stream of thoughts that were buzzing in my head. I don't know if it was by accident or design, but she kept rubbing her breasts against my shoulder and neck as she cut my hair. Sometimes, she would cut some strands on the opposite side of my head by pressing me against her soft cleavage. I decided that it was OK to do that since it was a girl and it felt so soft and comfortable. 

Finally, she finished and started to give me another wash. By then, I was looking forward to getting another glimpse of her breasts and the thought annoyed me a little. I didn't truly understand the feeling I was experiencing and it was one of those moments where I felt as if I was at the edge of a deep pit thinking whether to take a leap. This happened to me a number of times. First, when I discovered a sex story on the Internet. Next was when I discovered masturbation. Third was when I discovered that rubbing my panty covered pussy on the tummy of my 3 foot toy teddy bear was more pleasurable than my hand. The fourth moment was when I discovered that my mom had been using the same teddy bear. Though at first, I didn't want to use it any more, the thought of her deriving pleasure out of my toy made me hornier and I flew off the edge in that occasion too. Yes, I know it sounds weird but she did use it for the same purpose. In my experience, everyone has secrets like this that they would rather forget. These are moments of insanity driven by an extreme need to satisfy ones needs. Different people express this need in different ways, some eat their way to death, some turn into serial killers, some turn into sex maniacs and I settled for my teddy bear!

I was relishing the thought of looking down a gorgeous woman's cleavage for the second time that day and I jumped off the edge. This time, she positioned herself over me so that she was half lying on my body as she washed me. This was sending my heart on a rampage inside my chest. I had goose bumps all over my body at the sensation of her breasts rubbing against mine. The straps of my t-shirt remained off and I could feel the outlines of her bra rough on my skin. If ever there was an example for the phrase - time stood still, this was it. Her face was inches off mine and her breasts were soft against my body. I had this urge so taste those dark lips and I felt as if I was at the edge of the precipice again. Then suddenly, I felt her move away and the opportunity was gone. I cursed myself for thinking like this and when I moved my legs, I realized to my horror that I was slightly wet under the skirt I was wearing. I moved self consciously just to be certain and there could be no mistaking the sliminess I felt there. I was going red.

"Is something wrong?" asked Sharon.

"No."

"Did I make you feel uncomfortable?" she asked, concerned.

"No. Not at all. It was really good."

What was I saying? I felt foolish. She smiled at me. Why was I feeling like this? I was at a loss to explain. My heart hadn't stopped its insane beating although it was a little less loud. But I am sure she must have heard it.

"Are you ready for the massage?" she asked, dimming the lights and lighting a candle.

I nodded dumbly. She lifted my t-shirt and took it off as if it was the simplest thing in the world. Her hands brushed against my skin leaving trails of pleasure across my tender skin. She let me sit as I were and started to massage my neck using a little bit of oil that she heated up by rubbing her palms together. Her gentle eyes never left mine, making me feel so safe and comfortable. Her eyes had a hypnotic effect on mine.

I relaxed, leaning against her. My cheek rested against her bra and something on the bra irritated my skin digging into it. I started to fidget and she asked me why. I was embarrassed to tell her but eventually, I mentioned that something on her bra was making me uncomfortable. What she did next was the craziest thing I have ever seen. She just reached into her t-shirt and unhooked the bra and took it off without ever removing her t-shirt.

"There you go. Now you can relax," she said smiling at my open mouth. She waited until my jaw muscles went into action again to rectify the situation. It was a while before I regained my composure. My panties were getting wetter now. Finally, my head sank into her cleavage and I was enveloped by the softest pillow I have ever rested my head on. 

I could see her nipples hard under her t-shirt in the mirror. I kept staring at them and I felt her eyes on me. I didn't care. I was already flying off the edge of the precipice again abandoning my morals for something that seemed daring. For the first time in my life, I wanted to make love to this gorgeous woman.

I felt something snapping inside me. It could have been the environment in that room and the beauty and sensuality of the woman next to me. I didn't care anymore. I wanted to go further and see what would happen next. I turned to my side and now her nipple was right against my cheek. I started to rub my cheek against it. Her hands moved with increasing intensity on my head pulling me to her, helping my cheek. I used one hand to unobtrusively pull her t-shirt down so that her nipple would get exposed. I succeeded and my body shuddered as I felt her hard bare nipple against my cheek. It was an exquisite feeling. I felt her hot breath on my face as the pace of her breathing increased. 

I used my other hand to pull my skirt further up, exposing my toned thighs. I didn't really understand what I was doing. All I wanted was this gorgeous woman to admire my body. She turned my head further and the nipple edged closer and closer to my lips and after what seemed like eternity her hard nipple was against my lips. I wanted to tease her and so I kept my mouth closed. She kept grinding her nipple against my mouth and I refused to suck it. She was moaning now and pleading me to suck it.

"Oh baby, don't tease me. Suck it into your soft mouth. Oh god, you are killing me. Please suck my nipple," she pleaded.

I kept holding her off and suddenly when she least expected it, I sucked it into my mouth and she jumped. It was like sucking a rubber eraser on a pencil except for the fact that it was more pliable than rubber. I ran my tongue over it feeling its contours. 

"Bite it Nisha," she whispered and there was no way in hell I was going to disobey her. I started to bite her nipple lightly, not wanting to hurt her. She abandoned the massage and moved her hand to my bra cup. Her soft hand started to squeeze it gently. I used my hand to prompt her to squeeze it harder. Her t-shirt was getting wet and pulled my head away and lifted it, exposing her chocolate colored nipple for the second time. 

I licked its tip mimicking the actions I had seen in many porn movies. I flicked my tongue out at the nipple and she pulled my head closer moaning under her breath. I had no choice but so suck it all in. Her nipple slid like an eel into my mouth and she squeezed my breast hard in response to the intensity of the feeling of me sucking her. I played with her nipple and then she gently pushed me away. It must have been too much for her and then she exposed her other nipple. I went back to sucking. She jumped at the feeling and I bit her nipple harder than last time. She held onto me with her dear life. My hand slipped lower looking for her pussy. Her hand got hold of mine and guided me. Her pants had an elastic waist and I was able to slip my hand in. Her panties were soaking wet and I started rubbing her slit through her panties.

"Please baby, go inside my panties," she moaned into my ear. She helped me push the pants down a little and made it easier for me. My hand felt her hairless pussy and my finger struggled to find her clit. I managed to find her clit and started to rub her slit while my mouth sucked on her nipple. Her movements increased and I had a cramped hand that was stuck inside her panties. I pushed myself to move harder blocking out the pain wanting her to cum hard. She came in the most erotic fashion. She pulled my head off her breast and sucked my lips hard trying to wrench it off my mouth and shuddered as she experienced the most divine moment during sex. She just stood there kissing me less intensely winding down her engine. I pulled out my soggy, cramped hand and before I could reach for the box of tissues on the table, she sucked her juice off my fingers and kissed them lovingly. I looked at her and for once in my life; I was at a loss for words.

She smiled gently at me and moved her hand lower. She pushed me so that I could lie down on the chair and she increased the incline of the chair to almost 180 degrees. I was confused when she took the hair clipper but when she switched it on, I realized what she was going to do. The clipper created a slight noise as it vibrated. She lifted my skirt and placed the body of the clipper, with the protective cover on the blade still on, next to my wet panties. It sent jolts of lightening up my spine as I felt the cylindrical body of the hair clipper vibrate against my pussy. I tightened my thighs around it and tried to move it with my hand. Her hand stopped mine and then she took one of her scissors and cut my panties off to my disbelief. She stared at my hairy pussy. I was feeling shy and kinky at the same time, if it were possible. She just parted my legs and slipped the cover off the clipper. Then with the expertise that could only be displayed by a person of her profession, she shaved my pussy. She had to use a smaller clipper on the lips and within minutes, I was clean shaved. Then she proceeded to rub me dry and that was hard since I kept leaking juice. 

"I guess you will need to use a different method to stop the flow," I said, smiling cheekily at her.

"You mean I might have to use something to plug the leak?" she asked matching my naughty smile.

"Maybe," I countered.

"How about this?" she asked showing me her middle finger.

I just looked at her. She pushed the finger close to my mouth and I started to suck on it, making it wet. She slipped her finger out of my following tongue and started making a trail down my body.

Her hot mouth covered mine sucking my lips and pushing her tongue into mine and I returned her kiss. It was nice for once to not feel the irritating stubble of a guy as I felt the smooth skin of this woman. Her mouth moved to my bra cup and sucked the flimsy material into her mouth along with my nipple. Her mouth managed to cover most of my bra cup. I was impatient enough to push her away for a moment as I unsnapped my front opening bra. She devoured my breast at once and my crotch arched up, looking for contact as if by instinct.

Her finger started on its journey in finding my wet opening. Her progress was agonizingly slow. Finally, it reached my crotch and spent a few more minutes relishing the smooth skin down there. I was going crazy and pulling her head to my breast as hard as I could. Her palm closed over my pussy squeezing the wet mass of tissue. Her middle finger was in line with my slit and I felt her wiggling in her middle finger into the slit. I kept pushing up my pelvis to get more mileage from her finger. Her finger curved into the slit searching for the opening. Her finger met stiff resistance as I was tight. I relaxed letting her push her finger in and finally her finger was buried in my pussy.

She kept sucking my breast while her finger started building up momentum. Her mouth left my breast and moved lower to my tummy. She turned my chair so I was exposed to her piercing gaze. Her finger slipped out of my pussy with a wet sound and I moaned in disappointment. My disappointment didn't last for long. She knelt before me and started kissing my thighs and I spread my legs giving her more room. Nothing prepared me for what I felt next when her mouth closed over my pussy, covering it. Her tongue was inquisitive to the extreme. It explored my pussy for the first time. I held on to her head as she licked my slit taking her time over every nook and cranny. She discovered pleasure points that I never thought that existed in my encounters with teddy and my ex-boyfriends.




The Hairdresser



Her finger slipped into my pussy while her tongue found my clitoris. She started lick the little nubbin as her finger moved in and out of my pussy. I felt her little finger rub gently against my anus. I was shocked at first but I was too far gone to care. My pussy juice made it easier for her finger to slip in.

I had an idea. I called her name softly. She looked up at me, her mouth covered with my abundant juices.

"I want to lick your pussy while you lick mine," I said, my voice shaking. She nodded, slipping her fingers out of me. She slipped her pants and panties off and climbed on the chair. I hoped it could take both of our weight. Her lovely shaved pussy descended on my mouth. I started to lick her pussy gingerly and I felt her tongue do the same. The fingers resumed their original positions. This time I felt a bigger finger going up my ass and I realized that she was using a finger one hand on my ass and the other on my pussy. I was wondering whether I should stick one finger in her ass. As if she read my mind, she asked me insert one finger into her anus. I have never done that in my life though I have fantasized about it. I was trying to figure out which hand I should push in when she answered me again. She wanted my thumb in her ass. I first wet it with her juice and started pressing down on her anus. She groaned, pushing against my hand. My thumb went into her ass. She went berserk, pushing her pussy against my face. I kept moving my thumb in and out of her ass. My tongue fucked her pussy. I squeezed a finger into her pussy as well. My tongue tasted her juice. We moved against each other faster and faster.

I realized that I was approaching my orgasm and suddenly it was upon me, I sucked her pussy hard trying to stop myself from screaming out loud as I felt my body shudder. she kept licking me hard and I kept shuddering. For the first time in my life I had 3 orgasms in a row. I pulled her by her hair to stop her from licking it anymore as it was too sensitive. I kept sucking her and she came harder. I didn't stop licking until she lifted her pussy off my face. We lay there, trying to catch our breath. She climbed off me awkwardly. I got off the chair and we hugged each other hard. She kissed me passionately, not wanting to let me go. I got cleaned up using one of the towels nearby and straightened myself. Sharon took my panties as a souvenir and she gave me hers. To her surprise, I wore it under my skirt. After I managed to restore some amount of respectability to my appearance, I said good bye to Sharon. I set up another appointment the following week for a massage.

To be continued. Love to hear your comments. Contact me for your comments or a nice chat. 



The Hairdresser



As I pulled out of my driveway I was smiling to myself. My husband, Michael, was at home with our two kids, the oldest being twenty-four months, and he had just told me to have a good time. It was a Saturday morning and I was on my way to the hairdresser. He closed his shop at noon and I had an 11:30 appointment. I was getting a haircut. My hairdresser, Joe, was getting a blow job.

I was thinking about what had led up to this point. How Michael liked to watch other men look at me. He liked to see their reactions. Michael also loves for me to tell him stories about my past sexual exploits, of which I've had a few. Actually, some of them have been with Michael but for the most part they have been from before I met him or they were, like today, little adventures he sends me on and when I come home I tell him all about them.

Today's encounter with Joe was the result of two years of by-play between the two of us. There was light but constant sexual banter between us until I came in for my first hair appointment after I was pregnant. Joe wanted to see me naked. Apparently he had never seen a pregnant woman up close and personal and he let me know he would appreciate the opportunity. I told him I would speak with Michael and let him know. I came in twice after that and, although Joe kept asking, I had never said anything to my husband.

The baby came and I never got naked for Joe. He was disappointed and he let me know it. It was all I could do to keep from laughing when he would show me the hurt puppy face and say, "All I wanted to do was see you naked."

My baby had been born in February and I had been in to see Joe a few times over the intervening months. Every time I saw him Joe would give me a big smile and then I would get my body report. He would tell me how great I was looking as I was losing my pregnancy weight. He was especially impressed by my full breasts which seemed even larger as I got back into my regular clothes. Once I heard him murmur, "God bless the titty fairy." You have to just shake your head and smile with Joe. Truth be told, his comments were making me feel pretty good about myself and the way I was snapping back from having the baby.

When I came in for a cut in September I had just found out I was once again pregnant. Joe quickly reminded me he wanted to see me naked. "Yes Joe, I know. You want to see me naked. Okay. Let me ask Michael."

I was scheduled again for the middle of October and when I came in Joe took one look at me and could barely contain himself. "Jesus, Kathy," he said, "Your tits are huge!"

"Yeah," I replied, "They're swollen, and they're hard as rock. They hurt like a son-of-a-bitch."

"Hard as a rock? Why are they hard as a rock?"

"Joe, they're full of milk and I can't breast feed because I'm pregnant again." 

"Can I see them?"

"No, I never said anything to my husband."

"You gotta let me feel'em."

"No Joe. You can't feel them. There are people all around. Maybe some day -- be patient."

I laughed as I remembered Joe begging to feel my tits. My nipples got hard just thinking about it. "Well, it won't be long until he gets to see them now," I thought to myself. I briefly had self-doubts, "They're not as full as they were and my nipples have been chewed on pretty good for the past seven months. I hope he likes them."

I relaxed remembering Michael checking me out the night before and telling me I looked great and that I had great tits and nipples. I was a bit nervous about what was going to happen; Michael was very excited. He was orchestrating the encounter with me verbally as we fucked the night before. Like I said, he loves this stuff.

I pulled into town and now all I had to do was drive through to the other side, to the street where the shop was located. I started thinking about Joe. He was a bit younger than me and considered himself a player. He was constantly telling me about the women he was dating and I don't believe the whole time I've known him he has ever brought up the same one twice. He's maybe six feet tall, probably 180 pounds with dark hair and eyes. He claimed to have a big cock. "I'm thinking we're going to find out about that big boy today Joe."

He was good looking but not in a cute way. He was ruggedly handsome and was a hockey player. He looked strong, I could tell his hands and forearms were strong from watching him cut my hair. He had a flat stomach, I was wondering if he had abs, and he had a great ass. I was hoping he had good abs. It's been awhile since I've been with good abs.

I remembered setting the appointment up the previous month to be his last one for that Saturday morning. He had anywhere from six to eight other staff that would be there and they usually hung around until close, but he said he could get rid of them.

I smiled remembering the day before and his call to my work. He just wanted to make sure we were still go and was asking what I was planning on wearing. I told him I would be there and my outfit would be a surprise. He sounded like a little boy all excited about Christmas. "Joe, I need to get back to work. I will be in tomorrow and we'll play. My husband said to enjoy myself. Am I going to enjoy myself, Joe?"

He didn't know what to say. "Sure Kathy. We're going to have a great time. I have everything set up."

"Tomorrow, Lou. Bye."

As I pulled into the parking lot I thought to myself, "Well, it's tomorrow and I'm still not sure what I want to do." Michael has said he definitely wanted me to blow him because he wanted the story and he had envisioned that scenario or as he put it, "I want you to suck his dick until he explodes and then come home and give me a big cum kiss." Then he added, "If you want to fuck him go ahead, it's your call, but I'd really rather be there to watch that."

Therein was my dilemma. I wanted to fuck Joe. I wanted to fuck his young, tight body; I did not want to be another one of his conquests, a discard on the pile of Joe's dating history. I wanted this to be a unique experience for him.

As I walked into the shop I wasn't sure of the outcome, but I was ready. I was a little nervous; in sports I suppose what I was feeling is called 'butterflies.' I don't think your crotch is as tingly in sports as mine was walking into that shop however. I was as ready as I could be; I had thrown a fresh shave on the pussy and I was as smooth as the skin on a newborn's ass.

I signed in with Joan at the counter and took a seat. I tried looking at a People magazine but I was too excited and was still thinking through how I wanted this encounter to go. There were a couple of customers in the shop along with five staff. Joe was at his station finishing up with his customer. He has his chair in the back of the shop so he can see everything from the massage/waxing room, through the chairs and the nail station to the front counter. He saw me and shot a smile my way and I gave him a bit of a wave.

He finished up, his customer left and I got ready to go back. However, no Joe. He had gone off into the back of the shop, I suppose to his office, and I could no longer see him. I was the only one waiting to get my hair done, everyone else had been taken. They were all washed and in chairs and here I sat. 

I saw him come out and he walked up to get me. I said, "Joseph, what to hell are you doing?"

He replied, "Look around. Everyone will be finished and gone while I'm still cutting your hair."

I looked around. He was right. You gotta love a man with a plan.

He washed my hair and then started cutting while we made small talk. There was a certain sexual tension in the air and I was wondering if anyone could sense it. The shop was slowly emptying out, every time one of the staff would leave, she would stop by Joe's chair and say goodbye. He called out to Joan and told her she could get on her way. He would close out and there was no reason for her to hang around waiting for him to finish with me.

Finally, the last one, Tammy called over that she was leaving. Tammy and I had been friends for years, she actually was the person who did my nails and I had followed her to Joe's shop when she had changed locations. She looked at me a bit quizzically and asked, "Kathy, are you going to be all right here with our boy Joseph?"

I smiled at her and laughed, "Yeah, Tams, I've got this young boy under control!"

She said goodbye, Joe started drying my hair and we were alone. It was decision-making time.

Joe shut off the dryer. My hair wasn't completely finished but he said, "I'll finish you up when we're done, that way you'll look good when you get home."

I said, "Okay," and got out of the chair.

As he came up behind me he said, "You look great. I've been waiting a long time for this!" He turned me around and gave a deep kiss. He tasted wonderful, a slight minty taste, as he pushed his crotch against my leg. He was wearing a pair of drawstring pants and from the way I could feel his dick against my leg I knew right away he was swinging free, easy and going commando. He took my hand and led me into the massage room, he turned and backed up against the massage table holding me at arm's length,

He slowly undid the buttons of my shirt, pulling the tails out of my pants and letting it fall open. I had worn one of my sexy see-through bras and my nipples were popping. He reached behind me and undid the clasp and then cupped my breasts with the bra, pushing them together and buried his face in my cleavage and then he kissed and licked his way up to my neck and to my lips. His hands slipped beneath the bra and he began alternately massaging my breasts and then twisting my nipples.

I broke away from the kiss, stepped back and grabbed the bottom of his sweater on each side and slowly slid my hands up the sides of his body bring the sweater with me. His body was so tight. I took a look down to see a rippled stomach and an erection that was pushing so firmly against his sweats that they were being slightly pulled from his lower abdomen. I smiled and thought to myself, "This is going to be fun."

With his sweater off, Joe smiled at me, reached out and removed my shirt and bra. He took my hands and pulled my arms out from my sides and slowly lifted them over my head. He was mesmerized by the way my boobs were slowly lifting and I was right with him watching his pecs. Our arms slowly went up and down together as if they were in a dance. My boobs and his pecs were acting as if they were the maestro conducting the movements of our arms. He moved into me and pressed his body into mine. It felt so good. His body was so tight and his dick was so hard. He left my hands in the air and slowly slid his hands down my arms and my sides to my breasts. He cupped each one and slowly began sucking on my nipples. First one, then the other and then back again. Each time he drew my nipple into his mouth he would circle it with his tongue and then he would suck on it, hard. 

After having had my nipples chewed on by my last kid this felt wonderful. My nipples were as erect as they had been in a long time and, as long as he didn't bite the nipple off, I was good.

He took a break from working my nipples and kissed his way down over my ribs and licked my navel and lower abdomen as he squeezed my ass. Light kisses and a swirling tongue. It felt great. My pussy was soaking wet with anticipation but my mind was still controlling the situation and I had yet to decide what I really wanted to do.

Joe was strong. He wasn't just squeezing my ass, he was massaging my ass, pulling my cheeks apart and forcing the material to rub against my now sopping wet pussy. I moaned every time the material pulled tight against my clit. I think I may have been able to cum had he kept it up. It seemed as if everything was aligning in that direction.

As he went to undo my belt I said, "No," and pulled him up. Instantly I knew how I wanted this to go. Joe was a few years younger than me, a fact about which he had often kidded me and, on more than one occasion, had suggested that maybe I should teach him something. Naturally, I had agreed that I could; however, I wasn't in the business of instructing young lads without reaping the benefits.

Joe gave me a slightly puzzled look as I pushed him back against the massage table. He said, "You're not changing your mind on me are you?"

I smiled at him and said, "Let me teach you something."

"What are you going to teach me?" his voice was a bit husky now and his antennae went up – just like his erection.

I kissed him, deeply. I then started sliding down his body, dragging my tongue down the side of his neck, making little circles much as he had. I sucked and nibbled on his nipples as I felt and squeezed his chest and upper arms. I couldn't believe how tight his body was. I let my hands trail down over his abdomen and I grabbed his erection through his pants with both hands. He was fully erect and he moaned as I took hold. I let go of his dick and undid the drawstring on his pants.

I now had my hands on his hips and I was holding his pants up. I left his nipples and slowly began the trek south. I stopped at his navel and played there for a moment with my tongue and then I continued down until I reached the top of his pants. I slowly began sliding them down, licking him as each new area of skin was exposed.

I said, "I'm going," as pubic hairs began to appear, "teach you," -- I lightly licked him from just inside his hair line to his navel, up and down and back and forth – his dick was fully erect and as I was licking him it was coming up under my chin and hitting me in the neck through his sweats – "how to," – I continued to slide my hands down bring the pants with me, now about half of his dick was exposed and because of the way I was holding his pants it was pinned down. I couldn't see the top of his dick, it was still pinned by the pants but his ass was exposed so as I kneaded his ass I lightly licked the top of his shaft from where it was covered by the pants into his hair. His dick tasted slightly salty and had that male-sex smell I love so much. Up and down I licked as I kneaded his ass. His ass was so tight I was getting almost as big of thrill out of squeezing that as I was licking what I could see of his dick.

Joe was moaning and I whisked his pants the rest of the way off and his hard-on popped up, hitting me in the face and bouncing a few times. He tried to reach for my head to pull me onto him but I said. "No. I'm going to teach you how to be patient and I'm going to teach you how to let someone else do what they want and get what they want from you instead of it always being about what you want. So just lay back."

He was semi-sitting on the very edge of the table with his feet on the floor and he laid back with me on my knees between his legs. I would never tell Joe this but the view was tremendous. His dick was sticking straight up in the air, with his sac snuggled in beneath and right above his ass – everything was in the right place and the view was terrific. I laughed to myself as I thought, "Joe thinks this is for him, he has no idea I'm doing this for Michael."

I rubbed his calves and started licking him on the inside of his right knee. Making little circles with my tongue I slowly worked my way toward his crotch. I was rubbing his thighs and they were so tight. All of that skating he was doing playing hockey was really paying off for me now. As I got to the inside of his groin I was able to feel his erection throbbing against the right side of my face. I rolled my chin and neck over the top of his dick to the other side and started down his left leg, this time feeling him on left side of my face. As I had rubbed my chin and neck over his dick he had slightly moaned. 

I guess now would be a good time to tell you about Joe's dick. He had often bragged to me about how he was the proud possessor of a very large cock. Well, after several minutes of observation from various angles I can tell you that Joe had a nice dick, but he fell short of the massive cock category. He was of normal length, probably around six or six and a half inches and wasn't overly thick. What he had was a nicely formed head, whoever had done his circumcision had done a nice job. He also had a nice, straight shaft. His balls and sac were tight, but I had yet to explore those. His dick kept flexing, jerking actually, and there was a drop of pre-cum that I slowly licked off with just the tip of my tongue. 

I asked him, "You're not going to cum before I even get to your fine dick there are you Joe?"

"No, I'm good, but damn that feels so good."

"I know," I purred back at him.

I reached up and grabbed his dick with my fist, from maybe the mid-point to the base, and as I grabbed his dick an electric feeling shot through me, something totally unexpected. His dick was so hard. "Oh, my god," I thought to myself, "It's been so long since I've had a dick this hard, this tight. I took my other hand and I twisted the skin. Lou moaned but I really couldn't get any twist on his dick. As the saying goes, I could have hammered nails with this dick. 

I slowly slipped his dick into my mouth, just the head, and ran my tongue around the edge of the head of his dick and then, using my tongue, I put pressure on his opening. He began to squirm a bit and then even more as I twirled my tongue pushing into the opening. As I was doing this I took my left hand and rubbed the inside of his thigh and with my right hand I felt his sac and rolled his balls in my fingers.

"Stroke me!"

"Joe, do want a blowjob or jerked off? You just lay back and enjoy. I'm doing what I want and I want to use my mouth."

I took his full shaft into my mouth and stayed like that for a few seconds. I could feel him in the back of my throat, but I was okay, I had sucked larger. I then sucked as hard as I could and slowly started backing off. Sucking and squeezing him with my lips and just ever so lightly letting him feel my teeth. I was pulling down as I slowly slid off the end and his dick jumped up as I released it from my mouth. I gently tried to force my tongue into his opening and he moaned and squirmed. 

I felt he was getting too close too quickly; I wanted to enjoy this too. I lifted his dick up and held it against his abdomen; I then licked the length of his shaft occasionally flicking my tongue at his balls. He continued to moan and squirm but I knew he had a better chance of holding out doing this than if I stroked and sucked him with my mouth. I needed him to last until I was finished enjoying his dick.

I turned my head and started sucking his shaft as if I was playing a harmonica. I'd work down into his balls, then back up and over the top and down into his abdomen. I did this a few times and, although it feels great, it gave him a few moments to gather himself and try to prolong the whole experience.

To hold him off a bit longer I turned around and sat on the floor and raised up pulling his sac into my mouth. I was able to get up far enough to get some pressure behind his balls with my nose. I simply pushed as hard as I could with my face, rolling his balls with my tongue. I was watching his ass cheeks and they were clenched about as tight as you can clench ass cheeks. I think subconsciously Joe was trying to tell me his anus was an exit only. I thought to myself, "We're going to have to do a little exploring there in a bit." Joe was moaning pretty good as I swung back around and got back to my knees.

There was a brief respite as I shifted and I could see him relax just a bit, then I plunged my head back down onto his shaft, cupped and rolled his balls with my left hand while my right hand went to the base of his balls and I pressed into that special area on a guy between his sac and his anus with my finger. Joe's whole body went stiff; I could tell he wasn't going to last much longer and I was pretty sure I could control when he would cum. 




The Hairdresser



His dick was leaking and, although I knew he was trying to hold out as long as possible, I knew he would explode shortly. I started rhythmically stroking his dick with my mouth, playing with his balls with one hand and pushing into that special area with my right index finger. Between the amount of fluid he was leaking and as much saliva as I was producing, I was swallowing fairly frequently. Every time I swallowed, especially if I had him fully in my mouth at the time, the constriction on his dick brought a gasp from Joe.

I continued slowly sucking him and then said, "Are you ready to cum, Joseph?"

"No, not yet. God this feels so good. Not yet."

"No Joe. It's time. Be a good boy. It's time for you to cum for me. Give it to me Joey, let me taste your cum."

I picked up the speed with my mouth and the pressure with my finger. I grabbed his shaft at the base with my left hand and squeezed his dick as hard as I could. I was trying to keep any more cum from passing through until he was ready to explode.

He was throbbing. I could feel his dick throbbing in my mouth. He started squirming and moaning and was bucking his pelvis. Suddenly he let out a long, "AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

I quickly stopped squeezing with my left hand, pushed as hard as I could with my index finger and sucked as hard as I could. Joe exploded. His first load shot down my throat and I pulled back, still sucking as hard as I could and he came again, his dick in spasm and shooting gobs of cum into my mouth. I was sucking as hard as I could between gulps of cum, still pressing behind his sac with all my might. I could feel another spasm building and I knew this was the one I wanted.

I slipped my finger into his ass as far as it would go and pressed down, catching his prostate. He gasped and his whole body went stiff and he yelled. Immediately I felt his dick jump in my mouth and out gushed the largest load of cum so far. This one had more volume and force than any of the others. Cum was shooting into the back of my throat. I thought, "Good boy, Joseph."

I slipped my finger out of his ass and slid down his dick to once again stick my tongue in his hole and lick around the head a bit. His dick was still reacting to my ministrations and he was squirming and moaning as his dick became super sensitive. 

I pulled off. He was laying back on the table and I watched his dick slowly come down. It was still quite full, no where near flaccid, but I watched it slowly recede, rubbing his balls and licking the occasional drop off of his dick as it appeared.

"Wow!" After several minutes Joe sat up and stood away from the table, he offered me a hand and helped me up from my knees. "That was fantastic! Can I get you a towel?" I looked at him quizzically and he said, "To spit the cum into."

"Joe, that cum is long gone and was very enjoyable. You taste quite good."

He reached over and started twisting my right nipple and asked me, "What now?"

"What now? There is no 'what now.' I got what I wanted and now I need to wash my hands and get dressed, you need to finish my hair and then I need to get home."

"Are you sure? There's nothing I can do for you?

"No Joe, I'm good. Thank you. I had fun."

"Well, come into the bathroom and wash your hands. I have some mouthwash, do you want some?"

"No thanks, my husband wants a big cum kiss when I get home."

"Jesus, he really knows about this? If it was me I would never let you out of the house. That was the best blow job I've ever had."

"Well thank you Joseph, you keep talking like that and you're going to make me blush."

I washed my hands and came back into the massage room where Joe was already dressed. He kissed my nipples one after the other and helped me into my bra and then my shirt. When he had finished buttoning it we went out to his chair and he finished my hair. I thanked him again, gave him a kiss goodbye and his dick a goodbye squeeze and went out to my car.

All the way home I was tasting his cum and squirming in the seat, my sodden pussy pushed into my drenched underwear. As I walked into the house Michael was watching television holding our youngest and he said the older one was taking a nap.

"How was it? he asked. 

In response I walked over and gave him a big sloppy kiss, shoving my tongue halfway down his throat.

"Ahh, I taste cum. So I guess it went pretty well. Did you fuck him?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"You said to give him a blow job."

"You could have fucked him. Having a young hard dick in you would have been great. You must be horny."

"Having his dick in my mouth was great. I am horny. Let's put the baby down for a nap, go upstairs and I'll tell you all about it."

"Okay, let's go."

"I'll tell you right now, and it's something I would never tell Joe, but he has a great dick."

That's the story of the time I blew my hairdresser. How this came about was that Michael was on the internet and came across the Literotica site and suggested that I put on paper the encounters I tell him about. His reasoning is that he loves to hear them and he thinks other people might also. I do have to tell you that when I finished writing about what had happened with Joe, Michael had me print it out and bring it to bed to read to him. I was reading away and he was making literary suggestions when he stopped me and said he was getting excited. So I began stroking him as I continued to read. As I got near the end I felt warm gooey cum running over my hand and shooting all over Michaels' stomach. He got up to clean the cum off of himself with a towel while I licked his cum off of my fingers. He gave me the towel to dry my hand and told me he thought I had a very good first literary effort.

I hope you like it also.



The Hairdresser Again



The last time Natasha and I went out for a night, she acted the flirtatious slut and I fell for it. That's to say, I cheated on my girlfriend and went home and fucked her.

"I cut your hair far too short!" Natasha giggled, as she ruffled my hair when we awoke in the morning.

"I think it's just fine!" I argued back sleepily, pulling her tiny body on top of me and pushing my swelling cock between her slender brown thighs. She spread her legs wide and, when she was nice and slippery, I slowly eased into this little Asian bimbo.

"Call me your little slut!" Natasha moaned as we started moving together. 

As I watched her wriggle and squirm on top of me, my thoughts went to my girlfriend, Karen. She was a serious type, a doctor, out of town for a conference. This little vixen riding me now was altogether sexier: her generous tits bouncing, her copper-coloured skin glowing with perspiration, long painted nails digging into me and a swarm of dark hair around her beautiful face.

"What I meant about your hair being too short is that it'll be a while before you need another haircut!" she giggled, once she rolled off me.

"What's wrong with that?" I asked, feeling my own scalp with one hand while the other cradled a juicy breast.

She looked upset and wriggled free of my hand. "Well . . . it means I won't see you for a while, huh? Girlfriend, and all that", she said petulantly.

"Look, Natasha, this was a one-off as far as I'm concerned. I thought you had a boyfriend as well, anyway".

Tears welled up in the corners of Natasha's dark almond eyes. She wiped at them and sniffed. "You don't think I'm sexy, that's it, isn't it?" she mumbled.

"I've never been so turned on in all my life!" I almost shouted. It was true, too. She'd been such a flirt, pressing her ample tits against me in the salon while she cut my hair; then flashing her pussy at me in the restaurant from under her tiny satin skirt. 

"Well?" she pouted, sitting on her haunches to look at me. "Give the girlfriend the flick then!"

I knew that I'd miscalculated with this one. What if Natasha made trouble for me with Karen? 

"Look, Natasha, I can't just give her the flick because you and I have one amazing night together!"

"How many nights do we need then?" she asked, this time with a glimmer of a smile. 

I laughed and she leant over and kissed my cock. I took that as a peace offering, so I sat up and kissed her hard and hungrily. "You are absolutely the sexiest babe I know!" I whispered as we kissed.

* * * 

A week passed and life went on as normal. Karen returned from her conference and got seriously back into her study. Routine sex once a week with her was all she seemed to want, so I tried to give her what she wanted. I almost found her repulsive after having spent time with Natasha: Karen was always self-conscious about her flaccid stomach and dimpled thighs and, this time, I was too.

"Something's the matter, isn't it?" she asked, after we'd tried to have sex. 

"Just tired, I think", I lied. "Work's been pretty busy this week". In reality, all I'd been thinking of for the past few days was how Natasha would reveal her taut, brown body in slutty high-heeled shoes and tiny dresses.

A couple of times I even walked past Natasha's salon. Once, I saw her standing near the front door, her slim legs bare and her braless tits jiggling, as she laughed with some guy. I was filled with jealousy but forced myself to walk on.

Then, one day at work, a postcard arrived in the mail. It had a picture of an Asian dominatrix on one side and a hand-written message on the other: "I will go naked in public if that's what you want. xxxx"

My boss, Graeme, threw the card on my desk, grinning. "I hope you'll invite me too!" he laughed.

I spent the rest of the day thinking, imagining, fantasizing. Karen was due to go on a study weekend with colleagues in two weeks. Could Natasha wait until then? The other option would be to visit her late one evening, after Karen's nightly phone call to me.

* * * 

I looked at my watch. 11pm. I knocked on the door. No music, no sound. I knocked again and waited. No answer. 

I went back the car and thought I'd wait for half an hour. Listening to the radio, I almost didn't notice two slim shapes walk through the front gate of the apartment building.

"Hey! Natasha!!" I called, as I wound the car window down.

One of the slim shapes came back out and squinted in the poor light. "Laszlo? Is it you, babe?"

"Yeah", I said, as I got out and walked towards her. "I hope you don't mind me visiting".

For a fraction of a second, I felt uncomfortable, as Natasha looked at me without saying anything. Then, she broke into a broad grin, stood on tiptoes, asking for a kiss. For a minute or two her tongue coiled around mine voraciously and her full breasts pressed against my chest. 

"Hey, Tash!" A girl's voice could be heard from inside the building.

"Oh shit!" Natasha said, smoothing down her dress. "I forgot all about Cleo. C'mon". 

Natasha's flat was almost as it had been the weekend before: strong smelling oils, a whiff of marijuana, dim lighting, cushions on the floor to sit on. The exception was Cleo, another little Asian girl, even prettier than Natasha, if that was possible. Her tight dress, without revealing anything, showed everything, especially her over-sized tits. Her golden flesh was on display almost to the edges of her nipples, sticking up from her low cut purple dress. I found myself staring at them, rather than her, when we were introduced.

"Laszlo's hypnotised!!" Natasha giggled. 

"I've just been on a photo shoot", Cleo said, looking down at her impressive cleavage, as if to explain how she was dressed. 

"I didn't know you'd have a visitor this late, Natasha", she added, as she gave me a flirtatious little smile. "I suppose I'd better be off then, huh?" 

I didn't say anything, hoping she'd stay and give me the chance to keep admiring her tits. I also thought if she was half as much of a show-off as Natasha, she might even reveal a bit more.

"Well, we could all go out together, just for a quick drink, couldn't we?" Natasha offered. She was obviously not wanting to offend her friend, so I quickly agreed.

"My car's just outside", I offered. "We could drive down to Barrio's".

"Let me just get changed", Natasha winked. "I won't be a moment, hon".

While she was busy, I chatted with Cleo, who found a way to sit with her legs elegantly folded on a cushion. Up closer, I saw her outfit was made of purple lace and was actually a miniskirt and bustier top. As we talked, she kept fingering the spaghetti straps that precariously held her top up.

"So, Natasha's told me all about you", Cleo started, as she carelessly stretched the left strap of her top. I raised my eyebrows and wondered what she'd heard.

"Well, I hope it was vaguely complimentary", I smiled.

As we chatted on, my eyes kept being drawn to Cleo fiddling with the straps of her top so that they gradually slid down one shoulder, then the other. 

"So, Natasha tells me you get off on her sexy outfits", Cleo said, quite loudly, at one point. She said this as she leaned towards me slightly, giving me a clear view of the deep cleft between her large breasts.

"What are you two talking about?" came Natasha's little voice from her bedroom. "I heard the word sex!"

"What are you doing in there, you little slut!" Cleo called. She struggled to her feet, because of the height of her heels; I leapt up to give her a hand and was pleased to see her heavy breasts almost jiggle free of her little top as she steadied herself.

"Wow!" said Cleo as she leaned on my arm. "I'm a bit dizzy! Too much to smoke, I think!" She giggled and pushed her tits against me as she took my arm. "C'mon, let's see what that horny little bitch is up to!"

We arrived at the bedroom door and found Natasha sifting through a pile of slinky little garments on her bed. 

"I've tried on about 10 things, and nothing's right!" she complained, albeit with a little smile. 

"What's wrong with what you've got on, honey?" Cleo asked, as she walked over to where Natasha was perched on the edge of the bed.

My hard-on became harder when I took in what Natasha was actually wearing: a loose lacey miniskirt which only just covered her lap but not her butt and a matching sheer top which was hanging open, completely unbuttoned.

"I might wear it to a party or something, but it's way too slutty for Barrio's!" Natasha giggled, sitting up straight and pushing her tits right out of the little top. "But Laszlo can be the judge!" she added, caressing her breasts with her little hands.

"Well, I got this postcard at work earlier in the week . . .", I started to say, with a smile.

"Oh, no!!!" Natasha wailed. "Not now, please!"

Cleo looked from Natasha to me, and back again, perplexed. "What's with the postcard?" she asked.

"Here!" I said, taking it from my pocket and handing it to Cleo.

She read it and her face lit up when she realised what it meant. "You wrote this to him!" she squealed, laughing at Natasha. "You little slut!!!"

She stood, giggling, as Natasha blushed deeply. "OK, honey, we're going to Barrio's!! Isn't she Laszlo?" Cleo blew me a kiss and then grabbed Natasha by the hand.

"C'mon, baby. Just as you are is fine!" Cleo said as she pulled the struggling Natasha towards the door. It was clear that Natasha had no underwear, no bra, under her two utterly tiny items of clothing.

"Can't I do up my top???" Natasha objected. "And I can't just go barefoot!"

"But, honey, why did you put these on for in the first place?" countered Cleo. "You were thinking of wearing them, weren't you? What do you think Laszlo?"

She still held Natasha by the hand, although we were at the front door, which I'd opened. "I think we should let Natasha wear some shoes. And, maybe, one button is enough".

In Natasha's bedroom I found an amazing pair of 6" platforms. "These should do, huh?" I winked at Cleo.

As I knelt to tie them around Natasha's ankles, I held her little feet tight and looked up her smooth legs at her newly shaved pussy. 

"You are a little slut, Natasha! You're wet!!" I laughed, as I ran a finger up her leg to her little slit. She wriggled as I did so, and giggled.

Finally, her shoes were on and Cleo had done up one of the lower buttons of Natasha's top, covering her nipples but still exposing a large expanse of jiggling breast.

"C'mon!" laughed Cleo, still pulling a reluctant Natasha by the hand.

"I don't think I can do this!" moaned Natasha when we stopped at the parking lot. "Please don't make me!" 

"Remember this!" I smiled, waving the postcard in front of her. 

+ + + 

Natasha and Cleo each took one arm and tottered alongside me to the entrance of Barrio's. I looked across at Natasha's flushed face - she was anxious but excited and kept fiddling with her single button.

"Hey there!" the doorman said, looking us all up and down, slightly disapprovingly. "I know it's warm, but this is something else!"

"We'd like some seats with a table, if possible", I said, pretending there was nothing unusual in walking into a bar - even a tacky one like Barrio's - with an almost naked woman.

Natasha was still flushed, but had regained some confidence, even though every eye in the place seemed to have noticed her. Her pussy was just visible under the flimsy white lace of her skirt and, through the still buttoned top, her nipples could also be seen.

"You're a hot slut!" whispered Cleo to Natasha as we walked in. She pinched her butt as she said this, showing the whole room that Natasha wore nothing underneath. 

"I never thought I'd actually do this!" Natasha whispered to me, once she was seated in a lounge chair. "But I'm getting very horny!!"

With several patrons staring at us, we chatted and laughed our way through two or three drinks apiece. Cleo became even more flirtatious and kept running her hand along Natasha's legs, occasionally sliding her fingers under the tiny lace skirt.

"You love all the attention, don't you?" Cleo giggled as Natasha squirmed in her seat, spreading her legs to Cleo's touch. I looked down as Cleo's fingers held Natasha's legs nicely open for me and was pleased to see some very wet pussy lips.

"And what about you, Cleo?" I smiled. "You're not interested in stripping off a little?"

"Aren't I flashing enough leg for you, Laszlo?" Cleo laughed, as she swung one leg over another, revealing most of her thigh under her own tiny skirt.

"But I think this slut Natasha's wearing a bit too much clothing", she added, winking at me. "Remember that postcard, Natasha?"

Natasha smiled and sat, still open-legged, her pink pussy on full view to several gawping couples. "Sure, I'll take this off then!" she giggled and unbuttoned her top, letting it fall down around her shoulders.

This wanton act prompted several people to position themselves to see Natasha's charms properly and were murmuring among themselves. Cleo, too, attracted attention, as her tits strained the flimsy fabric of her top, the straps of which were, again, down around her slim brown shoulders.

"Are they strippers or something?" I could hear one woman ask her date. 

"Did you hear that?" whispered Cleo, giggling. "We'll give them a show, shall we?"

She reached into her bag and pulled out a slender silver plastic tube. At first, I thought it was a lipstick but I almost gasped when I realised what it really was. Natasha's eyes opened wide too.

"What's that for?" she giggled, fluttering her eyelashes as her hand went down to her pussy. "I'm not sticking that in me here!" she objected, pulling her legs together.

"Natasha, honey, you've got everyone looking at your wet snatch already", cajoled Cleo, looking around at the watching faces. "Aren't you feeling horny knowing that all these people are admiring your beautiful body?"

"This isn't what I meant, about being totally naked!" Natasha hissed to me. 

"If you really don't want to do this, just say so now", I said quietly, thinking that it was best to give her a way out, if she wanted it.

She bit her bottom lip, silently. Slowly, her legs spread apart again and a little smile worked its way across her mouth. My finger went down to her pussy and felt Natasha's swelling wetness; she responded by spreading her legs fully apart.

"Go, honey!" laughed Cleo, who was getting turned on herself, fingering the dildo.

Natasha leaned back in her chair, arching backwards, thrusting her wet pussy at Cleo and I. Cleo leaned forward with the dildo and started rubbing its tip up and down Natasha's swollen lips.

"Oh God!" Natasha moaned, loudly. Her hands went to her breasts and started pinching and pulling her nipples. She stretched her feet out, putting them wide apart on the low table which had our drinks on it.

"You are such a little slut!" Cleo said loudly, as she started poking the dildo's end into Natasha, setting up even more obvious moaning.

I couldn't help putting my hand to my pants, which were being stretched by my rock hard cock, and I noticed a number of other guys do the same. As Cleo worked the dildo slowly in, Natasha twiddled her clit with her wet fingers and moaned.

"Cleo, baby", I whispered, "You want to be a part of this too?"

"Mmmmm", she murmured, continuing to pleasure Natasha.

By now the little crowd had grown and everybody was watching quite overtly. I took my hand off my pants and moved toward Cleo, whose butt was sticking out enticingly. I slid my hands up and down the smooth fabric, realising, with surprise, that she wasn't wearing panties.

"Oh, yeah", she continued to murmur, pushing her soft butt into my hands as they caressed her.

I desperately wanted to see both girls totally naked in front of us all, so my fingers stretched her skirt down. Cleo didn't resist; the globes of her beautiful brown butt came into view and, slowly, her bare pussy was visible, bent over, wet and swollen from her obvious horniness.

Cleo continued her teasing of Natasha with the dildo; the reclining girl was writhing around moaning, helping Cleo push the silver tube in and out of her as her clitoris was being stimulated expertly.

I knelt and started licking Cleo from behind, as she remained bent over. She slightly adjusted her legs wider to give me better access and I could feel the crowd growing around us. I reached up and inserted first one finger, then two, into Cleo's hot pussy.

"That's it!" I could hear her murmur loudly as my fingers searched for her g-spot. I wanted to lick her at the same time, so I sat on the floor facing the rest of the people, some of whom were yelling things to cheer us on.

I could hear Natasha was close to orgasm, as her cries had become louder and the little squelching sounds from her pussy were obvious. Her little feet were kicking into my back as she tightened up before her climax.

"Oh my God!" she squealed, so I licked Cleo's hard little clit side to side before holding it gently in my teeth and pulling on it.

I couldn't believe how wet this girl was and, as Natasha's orgasm subsided, I could feel Cleo's growing. By now, Natasha was looking at us with a smile and she had some guy fondling her tits.

We exchanged a smile and Natasha arched backwards with pleasure as her guy started sucking on her tits and someone else had taken the dildo from Cleo and was running it around Natasha's pussy lips once more. I was happy that someone was keeping the little slut happy, because it meant that Cleo was all mine for the moment.

"That's great!" Cleo murmured, as I ran my hands up and down her thighs onto her butt, where I squeezed her firm brown cheeks. Above me, her taut breasts pushed against the fabric of her top, as her hips started to vibrate, a sure sign that her orgasm was almost there.

All of a sudden, she clutched her breasts and swayed back, letting out a loud moan. Her whole body shuddered, as I held her little clit between my lips and pushed my tongue into her. She fell to her knees - on top of me - as her orgasm washed through her and I held her tight, smelling the perfume of her hair in my face.

+ + + 

"That was completely amazing!!!" Cleo giggled as we made our way back to my car.

"You girls really put on a show!" I laughed, looking at them both. My cock was hard and stayed that way, watching Natasha's barely covered body sway as we walked along the pavement.

Cleo had left Barrio's with her skirt around her waist but, once on the street, she pulled it down to cover herself. Even so, she looked like the embodiment of sex and I couldn't wait to have these two girls all to myself.

"Well, Laszlo, back to my place?" Natasha giggled, pinching me playfully on the butt.

"Sure!" I said, excitedly.

"Your girlfriend couldn't match us, huh, babe?" she asked, with a wink.

I nodded and grinned and thought to myself, "Definitely not!"