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Hairgoddess Reena
by Marc (john_marc235@yahoo.co.in)
***
The old memory of a very "long haired lady". And I was
so lucky that I had her hair in every way I could
possibly have. (MF, v, bd, hanging)
***
"Reena!"
The name sounded so familiar that I whirled around in
the supermarket to spot the woman, my heart thudding.
But it was only a little girl being called out by her
mother, and it brought back five year old memories with
a sudden rush.
I was a few years out of the university and had just
landed a good, well-paying job with a major airline at
the international airport. I had to work in shifts, but
the job gave me immense satisfaction.
One day, after my morning break I was returning back to
my place of work and entered the crowded elevator in a
hurry. At the next level, a crowd joined me and in that
crowd I noticed someone with an incredibly thick auburn
braid although with a few white streaks in it. I
stretched my neck to get a better view but couldn’t
figure out the length.
Again at the next level, most of them dispersed, but
the owner with "that" braid was still there. Now I had
an excellent view of all that mass held together in
that thick thick braid reaching almost the ankles.
"Wow!" I said to myself and decided to follow her,
after all I still had ten minutes to start.
At the next level (where I was to get off too), she got
off the elevator and I followed her trying not to
notice. A couple other women were whispering amongst
themselves looking at her hair. I started walking close
to them just to overhear. One was saying to the other.
"She has the best hair I’ve ever seen and certainly the
best at the airport," and they giggled. Overtaking them
with a dry throat I followed the woman and noted that
she entered the met office.
The next day, on the pretext of something I went to the
met office and saw that she was typing something at her
desk and approached her.
"Can you please tell me on which website I can find the
latest met reports?"
"You will have to ask that to the meteorologist... I’m
just a secretary," she said.
"Where can I find him?" I asked.
"Well he’s not in right now. But you can leave your
name and number and I’ll have him call you on his
return."
"It’s not really that urgent. I’ll leave my name and
number with you and maybe whenever you get a chance you
may ask him and give me a call."
"OK. I’ll do that."
I muttered my thanks and left her office. I waited for
her call until the next day. Just when I was thinking
that she had forgotten me, she called and gave me the
websites. I decided to make small talk with her and
found out all the relevant information about her
timings. Her name was Reena and her boss, the
meteorologist, was normally in and out of the office
for he had to attend a number of meetings.
"But if you are really interested in the subject please
feel free to come by and browse through the material
that we have here."
Jumping with joy I decided to make it a regular feature
to drop by and ogle at all that awesome hair.
A couple days later, after confirming in an indirect
manner that her boss wasn’t in I went to her office but
found that the door was locked. I knocked a couple
times and thinking that she must have gone for her
break I turned back when she opened the door.
"Sorry. We have started keeping the door locked
nowadays because we have to many people coming in to
enquire about things that don’t concern us. But please
come in."
Her hair today was in a massive bun and the pins were
really stretching to hold all that hair together.
"I had a few questions for your boss and one question
for you."
"Well, he won’t be back until tomorrow but what did you
want to ask me?"
"Is that your real hair?" I blurted out unknowingly.
"Yes it is" she replied shyly.
"How long is it really?"
"What makes you think it’s really long?"
"Well, to have such a massive bun your hair has to be
really long."
"Why don’t you take a guess."
"And if my guess is right will you allow me see it?"
Sizing me up she said "OK. I’ll give you three chances
but it has to exactly right."
"Up to your calves."
"Wrong."
"Up to your ankles."
"Wrong again, now’s your last chance."
"Almost up to the floor."
"Well OK. I’ll give you that. Actually it’s exactly one
inch from the floor, that’s where I trim it to every
month. All in one length."
"Oh my God! And it’s so thick too."
"Yes it’s extremely thick and almost unmanageable."
"Who helps you manage it then?"
"I manage it myself."
"That’s lot of work I suppose."
"Oh, you have no idea how hard it is. But when I get
complimented I feel it’s worth all the trouble."
"What hairstyle do you prefer?"
"I normally wear it in a braid or a tight bun to work."
"And at home?"
"At home it’s normally a very loose bun or just loose
hanging down. Fortunately my hair doesn’t really fall
off that much, so letting it free is not a problem.
Moreover since it’s so straight it doesn’t really get
knotted up."
"Wow, that must be a sight to see."
She just smiled to that.
"So can you show it to me? After all I did guess it’s
length correctly."
"Are you crazy? Here? No way."
"Then when and where?"
"You will have to come to my place for that and that’s
possible only next week."
"Why is that?"
"My husband is going on a short tour for a week next
Tuesday."
"OK, so when do you think I should come?"
"I’m going to wash my hair Tuesday night, so it will be
dry by Wednesday morning. So how about Wednesday?"
"I can hardly wait," I said.
"I know, the way you have been looking at my hair from
day one."
*
Next Wednesday I reached her home around noon. She
opened and door and I noticed that her hair was in a
tight but massive bun.
"Are you going somewhere?" I asked.
"What makes you think so?"
"You said your hair is normally in a very loose bun or
just free when you are home."
"Oh, I tied it a bun today because I washed it
yesterday night. Just to trap the fragrance."
"Can I smell it then? Pleeeeeeeeease!"
"If you want to."
Saying that she led me to the sofa and said, "You smell
it while I watch some TV."
I sat very close to her and she tilted her head
slightly to allow me to smell that fragrant mass. I
slowly put my hand around her and started sniffing her
bun.
"Reena, your hair is so erotic" I whispered into her
ear.
"Hmmm," she replied.
"I can’t wait anymore. I want to see you hair in all
it’s glory."
She stood up and I followed. Standing very close to her
back my right hand closed around her fairly flat
stomach and with my right hand I started opening her
bun slowly. One by one the never ending dense turns
started coming off. Finally all that heavy hair mass
tumbled to the floor touching my feet.
"Your hair’s still damp," I murmured.
"I told you it takes hours for all this hair to dry,"
she replied.
By this time I was rock hard and my tumescence was
touching and rubbing against her buttocks. Right at the
moment when I thought we were getting into the groove
the doorbell rang. She quickly pushed me away and
furiously tied her hair back in a bun and rushed to
answer the door. A teenaged girl entered and Reena
introduced me to her as her daughter. After some small
talk and a brief while I took their leave.
*
Next day I went to her office and found her in a thick
braid all the way to her ankles. I asked her why she
never told me that her daughter was living there too.
To that she replied, "I’m so sorry about yesterday. I
know you were really looking forward to it, but
unfortunately my daughter came back from her campus."
"How long will she be there?" I enquired.
"She left this morning. She had forgotten some books at
home."
"So now I will have to wait for another 4-5 days till
you wash your hair again."
"Don’t worry about that. I will wash it again Friday
night and then you can come Saturday morning."
"Why don’t you wash it Friday morning so I can come by
in the evening," I said.
"In that case I will have to take the day off."
"Pleeeeeease," I begged.
"OK, I will do that. But I must say, I have never met
anyone who’s so crazy about my hair," she smiled.
*
On Friday evening I reached her place around 7 p.m. and
she was back in her bun.
"Are you going somewhere?" I asked again.
"No, it’s just that I wanted to start where we left
that day," she said after we made ourselves comfortable
on the sofa.
Without waiting for her to say anything further I
kissed her on the lips. Her mouth opened and allowed my
tongue to explore. We started kissing passionately and
she was as eager to explore my mouth.
After a while we stood up and I immediately put my hand
around her stomach. With the other hand I hurried
opened her slightly damp bun and the fragrance of her
hair was all over the room.
"My! We are in a real hurry today."
"Like I told you the other day, your hair is so
erotic," I replied.
"Yes, I can feel what it’s doing to you," she
whispered.
"I hope your daughter won’t be coming here today."
She laughed to that and led me to the bedroom.
"Will you please brush my hair for me?" she asked.
"Oh my God!" I exclaimed.
She then stood on a short stool and I brushed her hair
for a while right from the scalp to the very ends. Then
she took all that hair over her head covering her face
and entire body. I stood in front of her and brushed it
all out. With a sudden flip she tossed it behind her
back.
We looked into each other’s eyes and I took off her
glasses. Then I cupped her face in my hands and we
kissed for a while tenderly. I slowly slipped my hands
behind her neck and lifting her heavy hair with the
back of my hands started kissing her on the neck.
She moaned and my hands slid onto her full firm
breasts. Her nipples started responding to my touch and
within moments she was naked in my arms. I noticed she
had a full-length mirror and all it reflected was hair
from top to bottom.
"Your hair looks even more erotic in the mirror" I
whispered.
"I like to see what we are doing in the mirror," she
moaned in my ear.
Saying that she started undressing me. When she pulled
down my underwear she looked hungrily at my hardness. I
gently pushed her head down and she kneeled in front of
me. I gathered all her hair and held it in a bunch very
high over her head and close to my face inhaling the
erotic fragrance of her hair. When I turned to look in
the mirror I found she was looking at me directly and
smiling. She then cupped her hands around my testicles
and raised my shaft carefully.
"You are circumcised," she observed.
"Is that a problem?" I queried.
"Not at all," she said and touched the soft spot right
under my knob.
"So this is your magic spot," she gently started
rubbing a finger against it in small clockwise and
counterclockwise motions and I suddenly was on the
verge of exploding.
"Don’t worry, I will take care not to touch it again
unless you are in a hurry," she said.
"Of course not, and thanks for letting me off the hook"
I replied.
She kissed my knob lightly for a while carefully
sucking it gently. I gently made her stand up and led
her to the loveseat. I sat on it with her on my right
lap. Then she took all her hair over her left shoulder
and let it fall heavily on my groin, the soft auburn
silk engulfing my rock hard tumescence. The feeling was
indescribable. My mouth reached her full breasts and my
wet tongue started to roll around her taut and ample
nipples.
She moaned and reached for my shaft. Her fingers closed
around my hair-entangled penis and she started
caressing it up and down. After a while just when I
thought I’d explode she stopped and separated my
erection from her hair taking care not to touch it.
Then she flipped her massive hair mass to her beck.
Reaching the back of her head feeling her thick hair I
pulled her face down and we kissed hungrily again. By
this time my penis was drooling and sticky wet.
Seeing the wetness she once again used her fingers and
lubricated my penis. Then she stood up and gathered all
her hair from the floor and tied it in a loose and
massive bun at the back of her head.
"I want to open your bun again," I said.
"But this time you will have to use your penis for it,"
she replied.
Saying that she sat in front of me and tilted her bun
towards my hungry erection and as if on cue it found
the centre of her bun and slid inside. I placed my
hands over her shoulders and started moving in a rhythm
back and forth in an effort to free that heavy silk.
Slowly but surely the heavy mass started opening up and
suddenly cascaded to the floor in a giant heap.
"Oh my God! That was awesome!" I exclaimed.
Again she tied her hair in a bun and asked me to open
it, this time with my face. I buried my face in her
fragrant bun and started moving it around. The circular
motions of my face once again started to undo her hair
and again it fell in a heap to the floor.
"You know something, I can’t take this any more Reena.
You may be experienced in this thing, but for me all
this is too exciting and I don’t think I can hold out
any longer," I whispered.
She gave me the knowing smile and both of us stood up.
We stood there facing each other stark naked. Suddenly
she took all her hair over her shoulder and firmly tied
my tumescence along with my testicles in her hair. I
placed my hands on her hips and she pushed my head down
to her full breasts. My tongue found her taut nipples
and I started sucking her noisily.
"Oh yes!" she screamed.
After a long time, yes, long time, I let go off her
breasts and she turned around.
"Let’s go to the bedroom," she said.
"But you have tied me in your hair," I replied.
"Don’t you like it?" she asked.
"Oh I love it."
"Then just shut up and follow me."
Saying that she started walking towards the bedroom. I
rushed after her like an obedient student with my
throbbing erection firmly tied in her hair and my hands
on her hips, inhaling the erotic fragrance emanating
from her big thick hair.
"Your hair is so thick and long that even when you have
tied my penis, it still almost reaches the floor. If
you don’t release me now I will have a hair job right
here," I said.
"We are almost there. I won’t keep you waiting for long
now," she replied.
We both climbed on to the bed with my tumescence still
entangled in her hair. Then she carefully released me
again from her hair and turned around. Bending on her
knees with her back to me she offered her buttocks to
me and said, "Have you ridden a horse before or seen
dogs doing it?" she asked.
"Show me," I replied.
She tilted her head and I caught her awesome mane in my
hands. Then I inserted my penis inside her warmth and
we started to move in a rhythm. I started pushing
deeper into her and she cried, "Harder, harder,
harder!"
Then I released her hair and placed my hands on her
hips and started taking her "doggy style". We moaned
and she started moving back and forth harder and harder
for a while until suddenly both of us exploded
together.
Later, much spent, we both lay together in each other’s
arms when I told her that I was hungry.
"Well, the dinner’s ready," she said.
"I’m hungry for you."
"Let’s eat something first."
Saying that she got up and I followed her to energize
myself for the next round.
But I was having some other thought in my mind. I was
thinking of giving this lady the moment that she can
remember for her whole life. I was thinking of raping
her, despite the fact that she has offered herself to
me very politely.
As she was preparing the dinner I went to the kitchen
and gave her massive bun a sharp tug. She screamed on
that and a tear rolled down her cheeks. She asked that
why I have done that act of brutality, but instead I
gave her a very tight slap on her face. She was in
total shock and horror.
Then without wasting time I dragged her to the bedroom
and beat her to hell. I was loving what I was doing. I
removed all her clothes and made her stand upside down
on her head. I was holding her hair in my right hand
and with my left hand I pushed my erection into her
hole.
She was not expecting me to fuck her in ass. But
animals are animals. I kept fucking her ass and pulling
her hair very brutally. I thought of giving her more
pain. So I came n her face and dragged her in the whole
house by pulling her by hair like we do to pets. At
this time she was begging for mercy, but I could not
control myself.
This was the extent of savage behavior. But to my
shock, Reena said that she has loved all that because
she has always wanted that. This has brought us closer
and now we are living together.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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