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Haircut Deluxe

by Dancing Sprite <dancing.sprite@gmx.net>


As necessary as it is, I always put off getting my hair cut. I 
don't know why, maybe it's some deep-rooted, subconscious fear of 
getting cut or something; a stranger working on my head with 
sharp instruments just isn't my idea of having a good time.

Most of the time, however, a funny look from my boss or a 
humorous remark is enough to adjust my attitude. As was the case 
last week. Last Wednesday I got both a funny look and a humorous 
remark about the length of my hair, so I knew it was high time to 
have it cut. I wouldn't want to piss off my boss, after all. Not 
me!

Later that afternoon, as I was strolling around the mall to have 
a cup of coffee and check out the movie places, I came across a 
brand new barber shop halfway down one of the long corridors on 
the second floor. I didn't have an appointment, but since the 
place had just gone into business, I figured they wouldn't have 
too many customers yet and might be able to work me in.

"We'll close in fifteen minutes," the girl behind the tiny 
counter with the cash register on it informed me after I walked 
in and stated my request.

Damn, I thought. But I wasn't quite ready to give up yet. That 
girl looked so nice! With her wavy, shoulder-length blond hair, 
tight mint green tank top, and her sexy smile, looking at her in 
the mirror while she cut my hair might just make the procedure 
bearable, perhaps even enjoyable. So I decided to try a little 
white lie. "I know I should have called for an appointment," I 
said and gave her my sweetest smile. "But the thing is, my boss 
threatened to fire me if I didn't get my hair cut today, so it's 
kind of an emergency, you see? Is there really no way you could 
work me in?"

Okay, so maybe it wasn't very nice to lie to her, but in any case 
the trick worked. She got up from her stool and asked me to sit 
down on one of the barber chairs that were lined up along the 
side wall, hidden from view behind a small jungle of plants. 
While I picked a chair and sat down, she went to the front door 
and locked it, obviously not wanting any more customers walking 
in and making her work even longer. Or so I thought.

As I watched her every move in the mirror, the view was even 
better than I had expected. Her tight miniskirt outlined the 
contours of her ass perfectly and ended about halfway down her 
thighs, affording me a great view of her long and well-tanned 
legs. As she moved all around me, cutting here and trimming 
there, I kept my eyes fixed on the mirror and took great pleasure 
from inspecting every square inch of her magnificent body.

At first I was so engrossed in watching her in the mirror that I 
hardly noticed her leaning closer and closer while she cut my 
hair. Soon, however, her tits grazed my shoulders and I couldn't 
help but wonder if it had happened accidentally or if she had 
more in mind than just cutting my hair. I hoped so, but then I 
didn't expect her to do anything too crazy right there in the 
barber shop. Nonetheless, my dick started to twitch and soon 
strained against my tight jeans. Under the cover of the wide 
barber's apron, I stroked it lightly and started to fantasize 
about all the things I would like to do with this girl in the 
privacy of her bedroom.

I got a big jolt when she suddenly moved around to work on the 
front of my head and half climbed up on the chair, putting one 
knee right between my legs. That certainly wasn't accidental and 
I finally worked up the courage to go a bit farther than just 
stroking my dick under the cover.

While my left hand remained between my legs, I pulled the other 
one out from under the apron and -- after a moment of hesitation 
-- gently ran my fingertips across her backside just beneath the 
waistband of her skirt. The girl smiled brightly and continued 
cutting my hair as if nothing were amiss, so I got bolder and let 
my hand wander from one ass cheek to the other and back again, 
squeezing lightly and tracing the outline of her tiny panties 
through the thin material of her skirt. And still I got nothing 
but smiles.

Incredible, I thought. I couldn't quite believe my luck, but kept 
enough of my senses to make good use of the opportunity that was 
presenting itself so unexpectedly. My hand explored her ass and 
thighs and I was just about to slip it under her skirt and get to 
the really interesting parts when we were interrupted rather 
rudely by the insistent ringing of the phone. From the look on 
her face, she was no less annoyed than I, but business was 
business, so she apologized and went to take the call.

When she returned a couple of minutes later, I was still rubbing 
my aching dick through my jeans, wanting but not quite daring to 
take it out and stroke it openly while she finished my haircut. 
I'm sure she had a pretty accurate idea of what I was doing under 
the apron, but she just smiled and said nothing. Instead, she 
climbed back onto my lap, placing both knees on the chair this 
time, practically straddling my legs, and continued where she had 
left off when the phone had interrupted her.

I took my cue and put my hand on her leg, then ran it up along 
the side until I reached the voluptuous curve of her ass -- and 
noticed immediately that I couldn't feel the outline of her 
panties anymore. Hot damn, I thought, she really wants to do it 
right here! This was going to be the best haircut I had ever had!

My inhibitions took a serious dive at that time. I pushed her 
skirt up with both hands until it was bunched around her waist 
and reached straight for her clean-shaven pussy. While she put 
the last finishing touches on my hair, I leisurely played with 
her moist pussy lips and erect clit. She cooed and moaned 
occasionally, making it clear that I had found the right spots, 
but never missed a beat with the scissors.

When I slid my fingers through the crack of her ass, she 
conveniently raised her hips a little, allowing me easier access. 
Now her firm and shapely tits, clearly unrestrained by a bra, 
were right in front of my eyes, her erect nipples poking at the 
tight material of her tank top as if they wanted to rip through 
the thin material and escape from their confines. I felt a strong 
desire to wrap my lips around them and suck on them and nibble on 
them, but the sound of the scissors opening and closing 
rhythmically quickly convinced me not to move my head. All I 
could do was stare at the soft twin mounds, only inches from my 
hungry mouth and yet entirely out of reach for the time being, 
and silently urge my sexy hairdresser to hurry up.

We both breathed a sigh of relief and practically glowed with 
anticipation when the haircut was finally finished. Needless to 
say, we didn't waste any time. She removed my apron and tossed it 
on the floor heedlessly along with her scissors and comb, then 
went straight for the fly of my jeans and freed my rock-hard dick 
from its confines. At the same time, I pulled her tank top over 
her head and immediately began to suck on the first hard nipple I 
could reach.

She wasn't interested in foreplay, however. As soon as my dick 
was out in the open, she wiggled forward until her bald pussy 
lips touched my shaft, then raised her hips and allowed the tip 
to disappear between the moist folds of her pussy. Only seconds 
later she plunged down and impaled herself on my dick, swallowing 
as much of my shaft as her position allowed.

"Ah, I've been waiting for this moment," I sighed when our pelvic 
bones collided and her pussy engulfed my shaft like a hot velvet 
glove.

"Me too," she laughed. "If they don't pay me overtime, I want to 
get at least some fun out of it." Then she wrapped her arms 
around my neck and started to bob up and down on my dick, each 
time raising her hips until only the head was still buried in her 
pussy, then diving down again and taking my dick into her pussy 
as far as it would go.

Since my position in the chair didn't allow me to move very much, 
I just leaned back and enjoyed the wonderful sensations that 
spread out from my groin. At first I tried to suck on her nipples 
again, but her bobbing soon became so frenzied that I just 
couldn't keep my mouth on them. Instead, I watched her bare ass 
in the mirror and ran my hands over her thighs and back, savoring 
the feeling of her smooth, hot skin while her moans of pleasure 
became louder and her movements became faster and more erratic.

The wild ride ended only a few minutes later when we both 
climaxed simultaneously. Okay, almost simultaneously. Her orgasm 
set in earlier than mine and although I would have preferred to 
last a while longer, her pussy muscles clamped down on my dick so 
hard and erratically that I just couldn't contain myself. Only 
moments later my own orgasm set in and I pumped a big load of cum 
deep into her quivering pussy while she fell forward and 
collapsed against my chest, panting, moaning, and quivering as 
waves of intense pleasure raced through her body.

We held each other tightly until our breathing returned to 
normal, then she slowly sat up and climbed out of the chair. With 
that, I thought the show was over, but to my surprise -- and 
delight -- it wasn't. Instead of straightening her skirt, she 
pushed it down her long legs and kicked it aside.

"Like my shaved pussy?" she asked with a mischievous grin on her 
face while she planted her feet wider apart and ran the fingers 
of her right hand up and down over her labia and through the 
mixture of pussy juice and cum that was trickling out of her 
pussy and down her thighs.

"Yeah, looks real sexy," I replied truthfully since I still 
didn't have the faintest idea what she had in mind.

"Want to have a hairless crotch like this?" she asked, her smile 
brightening even more.

Her question took me completely by surprise and a confused stare 
was all I managed.

She snickered at my confusion and obviously took my silence to 
mean Yes. "Take your jeans and underwear off!" she ordered as she 
grabbed a razor and a can of shaving cream from a shelf under the 
mirror. "I'm gonna shave your crotch so you'll look just as 
sexy."

Still at a loss for words, my shock must have been obvious 
nonetheless. A razor on my manhood? That was going a bit too far. 
"Now look, that's . . . I mean . . . you . . ." I stammered 
helplessly and made the mistake of looking at her bald and 
glistening pussy again. It did look incredibly sexy, and if my 
own crotch would look like that . . . I began to waver. If only 
it wasn't for that damned razor!

"I promise I won't cut you," she said just then, as if she had 
read my mind.

Maybe she really had read my mind, or maybe the expression on my 
face was giving me away, or maybe she just knew from experience 
that every man in the same situation would be afraid of having 
his dick cut up accidentally; in any case it made my decision a 
bit easier. "You're absolutely, one hundred percent sure you can 
do it without cutting me?" I asked.

"Absolutely, one hundred percent positive," she replied 
earnestly. "I'm very careful and I've never cut anybody. 
Besides," she giggled, "I want your dick in my pussy again, so 
it's in my own best interest not to damage it."

I guess that did it. My dick in her pussy again! Yes, that was 
worth losing my pubic hair, I rationalized and banned all 
thoughts of sharp razors and possible accidents from my mind. I 
got up, kicked my shoes off, then stripped out of my jeans and 
boxers. Since I felt a bit silly standing there with just my 
shirt on, I took it off too before I dropped my butt back into 
the chair.

"Now pull your legs up and spread them wide," she instructed me. 
"Put them over the armrests."

I did as I was told, although it felt really awkward. I had 
always liked to screw girls in that position, kneeling in front 
of them while they sat with their legs over the armrests and 
completely exposed themselves for me, but sitting like this 
myself was an entirely new experience. But still, I was 
incredibly turned on, displaying my most private parts for a girl 
I had met less than half an hour earlier, and my dick was hard as 
a rock again and standing up as proudly as a soldier about to 
receive a decoration. Which, in a way, it was, although not one 
the military would have approved of.

"Ready?" the girl's sweet voice ended my reverie.

"Do be careful," I said and raised my knees a fraction of an inch 
higher.

She just smiled, shook the can of shaving cream she was holding 
in her hand, and went right to work. The cool cream felt very 
nice and I began to relax as she spread it around and covered my 
entire crotch and finally the crack of my ass with it. Her 
fingers touched my anus several times and each time a bolt of 
excitement radiated out from it, but still I wasn't entirely 
comfortable with her touching me there. But then, considering the 
way I was spread out in front of her, protesting would have 
appeared ridiculously prudish, so I just let her proceed.

As she rubbed the cream around some more, I got more and more 
comfortable and relaxed and almost looked forward to losing my 
pubic hair. But then the dreaded razor appeared and touched my 
skin just below my bellybutton. Instantly, the tension I had felt 
earlier was back and I sat as rigidly as a statue, not daring to 
move even a fraction of an inch for fear of provoking a terrible 
accident.

"Relax, honey, I won't cut you. There's nothing to worry about," 
she said reassuringly, obviously aware of my apprehension. 
Fortunately, she didn't laugh or make fun of me, or I might have 
called off the whole thing after all.

I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "Okay, okay."

Then the shaving began in earnest. As the cool blade flew over my 
skin, touching it as lightly as a feather, my pubic hair fell 
strip by strip and soon she reached the base of my dick. While 
she wielded the razor with one hand and stretched the skin with 
the other one, she took the head of my dick in her mouth and held 
it out of the way. The light suction and the touch of her 
talented tongue on the most sensitive spots felt great, but under 
the circumstances I would have preferred her to concentrate fully 
on the damned razor and ignore my dick for the time being. But 
before I could say anything, she finished with the base of my 
dick and released it from her hot mouth again.

As the most dangerous part was now behind me without accident, I 
began to relax again and watched intently as the blade took the 
hair off my scrotum, them moved farther down to the perineum and 
finally began its work on the crack of my ass.

Just a few minutes later, the job was finished and I exhaled 
audibly, immensely relieved that it had gone so smoothly. I ran 
my hand along my baby-smooth crotch and knew instantly that I'd 
be a life-long convert. This felt so much better than the coarse 
hair that had covered the area since my early teens. And it 
looked a lot better, too! "Wow! This is fantastic!" I exclaimed 
spontaneously, still unable to tear my eyes off my mirror image. 
"Absolutely marvelous!"

"And your dick looks a bit bigger, too," she said as she ran her 
hand up and down my shaft and squeezed it lightly. "Want to try 
it out right away?"

Of course I wanted to try it out right away, and so did she. 
Without waiting for my answer, she turned to face the mirror and 
leaned over, supporting herself with both hands on the washbasin. 
Her feet planted wide apart, she looked at me in the mirror and 
wiggled her ass invitingly.

I could have looked at her cute ass forever, but the throbbing in 
my dick was getting so intense that immediate action was called 
for. So I moved up behind her and rubbed my dick along her moist 
and swollen pussy lips to lubricate it for the task at hand. When 
it was nice and slick with her juices, I guided the tip to her 
opening and pushed forward, burying about half of my shaft in 
her.

She screamed with delight and pushed her ass back hard, forcing 
the other half into her pussy. "Yeah! Fuck me!" she screamed 
again. "Shaving guys always gets me so fucking hot! Fuck me 
hard!"

That was exactly what I wanted to hear. My dick was as hard as it 
ever got and her tight, hot pussy fit so snugly around it that I 
was aroused in the extreme and needed no further encouragement. I 
settled into a fast rhythm right away, ramming my dick into her 
to the hilt, then pulling it out in preparation for the next hard 
plunge.

While she jerked her ass back and forth in perfect sync with my 
thrusts, I ran my hands all over her body, from her ass cheeks to 
her tits and back again, exploring, caressing, and squeezing 
lightly. When my forefinger traveled down the crack of her ass 
and settled on her asshole for a moment, her screams picked up a 
notch, telling me that I had found a spot that was worth 
concentrating on. So I rubbed around it some more and finally 
stabbed lightly at her sphincter, which quickly opened up and 
allowed my finger to slip in to the second knuckle.

The result was nothing short of spectacular. She arched her back, 
pushed her ass back so hard that I almost lost my balance, and 
screamed like a banshee while an intense orgasm washed over her, 
making her shudder and sway like a leaf in the wind. Her pussy 
muscles clamped down on my dick at least as hard as the first 
time I had fucked her, but my earlier orgasm had improved my 
stamina significantly and this time I was able to hold off and 
save my load for later. In the meantime, I just held her hips as 
firmly as I could and tried not to move at all while her body 
jerked and shuddered in orgasmic bliss.

When she finally came down from her high, I pulled my finger out 
of her asshole, then pulled my dick out of her pussy and guided 
it to her asshole, pushing lightly against her tight sphincter.

"Yeah! Fuck me in the ass!" she screamed immediately and pushed 
her ass back against my dick again, although not as violently as 
she had done earlier. Nonetheless, her sphincter relaxed after 
just a moment of resistance, admitting the first couple of inches 
of my dick into her rectum. This was obviously not the first time 
she took a dick up her ass. All I needed to do was increase the 
pressure a little bit and my dick slipped all the way into her 
asshole until my freshly shaved crotch touched her ass cheeks. I 
gave her a moment to relax, then pulled my dick out and rammed it 
back into her.

"Yeah! Fuck my ass!" she screamed again. "Come on! Fuck me!"

Her hot, tight asshole felt so good around my dick that I 
complied immediately. I fucked her with long and slow strokes at 
first, but soon increased my tempo as her screams became louder 
and she pushed her ass back harder against me, matching my 
thrusts exactly. Encouraged by her moans and screams, I reached 
full speed in no time, thrusting into her as fast and hard as I 
could.

The tension in my loins built up rapidly and I knew I wouldn't 
last much longer. Just when I was about to shoot my load, another 
one of her wild orgasms set in, making her scream and jerk so 
wildly that I went over the edge within seconds. When the first 
spurts of my cum flooded into her rectum, her body was already 
jerking so hard that I had to wrap my arms around her waist and 
hold her tightly to keep my dick from slipping out of her.

Not trusting my legs to carry our combined weight, I let myself 
sink back into the barber chair and pulled her down on top of me. 
Shaking and panting, we remained like that for several minutes 
until our orgasms finally subsided and some strength returned to 
our bodies. While I was half sitting, half lying in the chair 
with her sprawled out on top of me, I couldn't help but stare at 
our mirror image in fascination. Her legs were spread wide and I 
could clearly see her bald pussy, my cum leaking out of it, and 
farther down her distended asshole with my half-hard dick still 
sticking in it. She looked so incredibly hot and desirable that I 
reached down instinctively to caress her red and swollen pussy 
lips.

"Please stop, I can't take any more," she panted immediately and 
pushed my hand away. "If I have another orgasm, I'll explode."

This time the show really was over. As soon as my flaccid dick 
slipped out of her, she stood up, grabbed two boxes of facial 
tissues off the shelf and tossed me one of them. Still breathing 
hard, we cleaned up silently before we climbed back into our 
clothes, then kissed each other long and passionately one last 
time.

After I paid for my haircut, including a generous tip, she walked 
me to the door and unlocked it for me. "That hair will grow back 
pretty fast," she said with a mischievous smile. "If you want to 
stay perfectly bald, you'll need to come back in a few days."

"I will!" I promised enthusiastically before she closed the door 
behind me.

While I walked through the mall, reveling in the brand new 
sensation of my boxers caressing my hairless crotch, my mind was 
already working on the next problem: how would I explain the 
missing pubic hair to my girlfriend?


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