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She had been facing one of the barber station mirrors all along, observing Gregory's magical touching every time she opened her eyes. A gasp escaped her mouth as Gregory placed a firm hand on the crown of Wanda's head and began shearing her completely, mowing one path at a time, carefully, around each ear, temples and nape, adjusting her head from one side to the other, taking his time. Firm and careful, the blade sheared one path after another around Wanda's head, and where the blade exposed her scalp beneath, Gregory placed his hand there to allow her to feel the sensation.
"What are you going to do?" Michelle asked, now grabbing her long locks and guarding them from Nathan, covering her breasts with them. "Just sit." Anticipating the worst, Michelle sat down anyway, but held her hair in the front with both hands, as if to defend her tresses from a pair of shiny shears that Nathan quickly produced. Firmly, Nathan placed one hand on top of her head, pushing it down forward, so that her chin was pressed against her chest, face looking at the beads of water falling from her eyes onto her bare lap. A slow, deliberate smile crept across her face as she reached up to touch the clipper shaved back of her head, fingers moving through the abbreviated hair, not curly any longer, but straight, golden with a slight wave in the front where the tresses hung to her lips.
"I didn't bring one, but I'll be happy to email it if you'd like." The store clerk seemed pleased by Michelle's enthusiasm and eagerness, though in taking a careful look at her appearance, it did not seem that she would be a good fit for such a specialized boutique. "It's good to see you here Michelle," said Cecilia, the lady with the angled short black hair, now wearing a long red sweater dress that appeared to be cashmere. In a lavender floral print dress and dark purple heels, Michelle confidently admired her display work as a very attractive couple entered the store; a man and a woman in their mid-twenties.
As the wind blew towards their face, Jasmine's long blonde hair covered Nicky's face all of a sudden. Since they didn't talk much during the ride to the home, Nicky just inhaled the scent of Jasmine's hair and loved the feel of it brushing his face. "Ever since Mike left me, I do have a difficult time looking after the kids and managing my hair", said Lucy. Nicky kept on stroking the cock and had a moment of ultimate pleasure with Lucy's moans and his imagination of her Long hair along with his strokes. Nicky got a shock as he took his ears from the door at the nick of time and his heart skipped a beat as Jasmine's face came into view.
All of these women had long hair, which Gregory enjoyed immensely, and he would play with their locks, twisting locks of curls between his strong fingers, taunting with little tugs and smoothing, long strokes from root to tip. Pulling back just a little, Wanda lowered her head, fanning her hair over Gregory's lap, allowing him to coat her mane in his ejaculate. Gregory wielded the clippers like a skilled barber, teasing Wanda, tugging at the remnants of her hair, pulling back her head to whisper in her ear. Wanda felt the welcome return of his oral appendage once again, working from her anus up to her vaginal lips and clitoris, bringing her closer to the peak, and as she pulled away in the heat of her orgasm, his elbows held her spread thighs apart and his fingers spread her lips even wider, allowing a full view of her juices flowing.
Every day in high school I'd walk into the living room when I got home and just see her hair there, draped over the couch, longing to at least run my fingers through it but never knowing how to even ask. I love having my hair long, but while taking care of you I didn't always have a lot of time, so I kept it to as manageable of a length as I could while still making sure you got to school every day, got fed, and went to bed on time. Plus, like I said your hair is amazing and I would love to feel it draped and dragged over my naked chest." I bit my lip back, worried I might have gotten carried away, but my mother beamed up at me, clearly happy with my response.
Her dress rode up her legs, and she did not have a chance to pull it down before the barber caped her. Susan sighed seeing her hair fall onto the cape. Helen then proceeded to clipper Susan's neck and above her ears. "So, you found this exciting and easy to satisfy your desires." "Yes, from a physical and visual standpoint, but it was not exciting from a gaming perspective. Now, who is game?" Here was the chance for the fixer to rescue the ladies in distress. How about I make good for the other eight thousand, and you leave the ladies alone." I called the pit boss for a marker for 10 thousand.
As the bottle spun clockwise, it passed by Raven, who also had long hair down to her upper thighs, thinner than Kelly's but very dark and sleek with blonde highlights at the ends. Over the next hour or so, all three girls were swinging their hair all over my body until Raven said "Ok girls, let's finish him!" She moved up behind my head and tossed her hair forwards like she did before, but this time facing down my body towards my cock. Kelly and Raven massaged my chest through their hair with their hands while Chelsea rubbed the combined silk up and down my throbbing hard-on until I came, soaking their silk completely.
They finally let us board the plane, so I quickly found my seat and pulled out my book. Surprised I hadn't noticed the beautiful shiny hair before, I rested my head next to the window, peeking between her seat and the hull of the plane, trying to see as much of her hair as I could. I was almost certain the woman with the beautiful hair was asleep, so I reached out a hand and let my fingers gently touch one of the curls. Trying to calm my breathing some so I didn't wake her, I grabbed the base of my cock and kind of twirled it, letting the hair wrap around it.
Alden starts in the front, and runs the clippers over the top of my head towards the back. Alden gets a soft brush and brushes the hair off my neck, finishing with a lingering brush of his hand. The clipper, so close to my pussy, is totally turning me on. My breathing increases and I suddenly feel the clippers back on my pubes, right above my clit, pressing the vibrations into me. He puts the clippers on the table and comes back with a soft cloth to wipe away the hair. The first thing we bought together was an old-fashioned 1950s barber chair and we relive that day very often, as well as make up new games with clippers.
Before I cut, I run my hands through his hair, pulling it up to see how long it is, feeling how soft it is. I reach for his balls and hold them in one hand while scissoring off what little hair is there. As I roll them around looking for hair, I hear him suck in his breath and hold it, but I did a good job with the scissors so don't need the clippers. Just as I put clipper to skin, my hand slips up and over the mushroom head and feels a bit of pre-cum. I take my time, not wanting to end this, but I finally shave away the rest of the hair.
Finally, when he was making low inarticulate sounds of begging and lustful torture, she'd wrap loose handfuls of it around his cock and stroke him until he came in glistening jeweled droplets all over the black strands. He watched her face as she finished the last table, half-locked the door so he could leave but no one else could enter, and turned the sign on the window behind the shuttered blinds to "CLOSED." As she returned the boxes of salt and pepper to the shelf behind the counter, she looked at him and smiled, tilting her head. She unbuttoned his shirt and leaned forward to kiss his chest and his fantasies became wonderfully real as he felt her hair on his chest and stomach.