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Hair Salon
by Anonymous (1996)
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A hairstylist has to do many things to make ends meet
in his hair salon. (MFF, work)
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I have struggled for some time to make a go of my hair
salon because I really enjoy the work. The clientele
have always been young to middle-aged women who keep
themselves up both physically and intellectually so
most of them are a treat for my mind as well as my eyes
when I'm doing their hair. Most of the time I keep busy
enough for me but not busy enough to afford any help. I
guess that's why I still have a small shop.
A couple of weeks ago, however, a rather forward woman
who has been coming to me for a couple of years made a
request that has changed my whole business outlook. I
was just finishing up an elaborate wash and perm and I
commented that she looked absolutely out of this world.
I also asked what the occasion was.
She told me that she was having a date with an old
boyfriend and wanted to look as good as she could in
the hopes that she might kindle an old flame. Having
said that, she got a funny look in her eye and asked me
if I had ever trimmed a pussy. I tried to hide my
surprise with a haughty, "Of course! I am a
hairdresser."
Well, to make a long story short, she and her roommate
used to trim each other's pussy when she was going with
him but now she lived alone and hadn't trimmed her cunt
for some time.
My mind was racing as I thought of all the
possibilities this could lead to. At the same time I
was thinking of more practical problems such as what a
person charges for such a service and how to do it so
that another customer won't barge in during the
session. I did have an old adjustable reclining chair
in the back that I use for taking naps between customer
appointments. It was in good enough condition and could
probably even be rigged so as to make trimming a crotch
a little easier.
Fortunately, my fingers and hands were on automatic as
I brushed out her perm. Announcing that I was finished,
I asked Ms. Terry to adjourn to my backroom for the
"final" trim. I boldly asked her to remove her shorts
and panties so I could get started. She didn't hesitate
and was shortly lying in the chair, legs wide apart and
furry mound waving in the breeze.
I glanced down at the bulge in my crotch and hoped she
wouldn't notice. Then I sat down on a short stool I had
placed between Ms. Terry's legs with comb and scissors
in hand.
I ran my fingers through her pubic hair suppressing a
strong desire to slip a finger inside the delicate lips
that could be seen through the separate strands. Ms.
Terry unashamedly sighed as I did so. "You have a
lovely pussy," I told her truthfully, "but you have let
it get shaggy. Would you like it trimmed to a certain
length and do you want me to shape it at the sides or
top at all."
"We used to trim it to about half an inch. I don't know
anything about shaping." I didn't tell her that I
didn't either but it sounded good. With scissors in
hand I began to comb and trim. It took me longer than I
expected because I wasn't too anxious to finish and
also because I didn't want to screw up and clip her
delicate skin anywhere.
When I did finally get the length about right, it
looked to me like I did need to shape the edges, or at
least trim her shorter their so it didn't look so
artificial. I also noticed that her clitoris was much
more pronounced than it had been when we started. I
continued touching it as much as I could without
arousing suspicion.
I was all ready to saw I was finished when Ms. Terry
said between deep breaths, "Would you mind finger
fucking me? I'm so wet and horny that I don't trust
myself on the street in this condition."
I replied that I would only on the condition that she
let me kiss this sweet creation lying before me. She
sighed a "Yes" and I buried my face between her legs.
She was right. She was wet and she was horny. With my
nose rubbing against her clitoris and my tongue
burrowing into her quim, she gasped and bucked like I
was truly fucking her. After two or three climaxes, she
begged me to please fuck her. I was afraid I was going
to have to masturbate after she left.
Dropping my pants to the floor but without even
stepping out of them, I thrust my stiff bone all the
way in. My balls slapped against her ass and I felt the
sharp ends of her trimmed pubic hair burrowing into
mine. There was no technique. I didn't have the
control. I simply groaned and spurted gob after gob of
sperm inside the lady while continuing to ram my rod
back and forth violently.
Sometime during my amateur performance, she hit another
peak, squealed, and then went limp. By the time I was
back in touch with reality, Ms. Terry was almost
businesslike. She sat up, took a tissue from her purse,
squeeze out of her vagina all our combined juices onto
it, and tossed it in the wastebasket.
She pulled from her purse the price of the haircut and
perm then fished out another $20 bill and asked if it
would do for the "extra." I said it would and a couple
of generous tips, too, if she were so inclined. "I am
so inclined," she said. She was up, dressed and out the
door before I realized that she had left her bikini
panties behind. I wiped myself with them then tucked
them in the drawer for the next time I helped her.
That little incident provided me with a few fantasies
but nothing more until about six weeks later. My last
two customers of the day were Mrs. Smith, a
grandmotherly type who was having a permanent, and
Susan, her 15 year old granddaughter who was getting
her hair trimmed and shampooed. It was very pleasant
working with the two of them.
When they were done and Mrs. Smith was paying the bill,
Susan began pleading with her grandmother, "Oh, Gramma,
please ask him, please!"
"Ask him yourself if you think it's so important."
"I can't. It's too embarrassing."
I broke in with, "What is it you want to ask?"
At that the girl did turn bright red and turned her
face away. Her grandmother explained, "Susan has heard
that you trim ladies' pubic hair. She was hoping I
would ask you to confirm that but frankly I don't care.
I have never even so much as looked at what I have
there and can't imagine doing so."
What a lead in for a sexualist like myself. "Madame," I
began, "you have no idea what you have missed. While it
is true that nature has done marvelous things to make
the human animal a work of art, humans themselves have
always been able to improve on things a little.
"Why just look at your hairdo. Left to what nature
might allow, and even assuming you kept to meticulously
clean, as I'm sure you do your pubic hair, it would not
frame your lovely face in the way it does now. Even
Susan, whose age allows nature to do her best, enjoys a
change from time to time with short hair relieving the
boredom of long after a time and vice versa.
"Susan, I most certainly do trim pubic hair. Or
pussies, or quims, or cunts, or cunnies. I do it
professionally. It is not a sexual thing with me
although I have been told that some of my clients feel
a certain sexual thrill or liberation when they have
been trimmed "down there". I just happen to have a
special right now of half-price or two for the price of
one if either or both of you is interested."
Susan giggled and blushed all the way to the top of her
blonde head. I couldn't see her face but I could see
the redness of her skin through her golden hair. Mrs.
Smith didn't bat an eye although she did appear to be
amused at Susan's embarrassment. "Well, Bruce, I
wouldn't have given it a second thought a few minutes
ago, but you put forth a convincing argument and I
rarely pass up a bargain. Come on, Susan, lets get the
two for one."
Without waiting for Susan's reply, I ushered Mrs. Smith
into the back room invited her to remove her
undergarments and make herself comfortable in the
chair. What she had on was about as non-sexy as
anything I had ever seen - overstretched girdle, large
white cotton panties, and rolled at the top nylons.
Underneath was exactly what she had said, pristine
nature. Tucking Mrs. Smith's dress up so that I had
complete access to her crotch, I began combing through
the thick curls. Her pussy hair was as dark black as
her head hair was gray.
Just combing her out made a big difference. I kept
stepping away to let Mrs. Smith look at herself in the
mirror and I also wanted to make sure that Susan saw
what was going on. I noted that there was no artificial
modesty on Mrs. Smith's part.
Before actually cutting I explained to Mrs. Smith what
I wanted to do, "First I will trim all the hair to
about half an inch. This will give us a better idea of
what we're dealing with. I will then probably suggest
that we completely shave the area between your anus and
your clitoris to show off your labia to maximum
advantage. I will then probably recommend narrowing the
pubic triangle by trimming the edge hairs progressively
shorter."
Of course, I was making all this up as I went trying to
imagine in my mind the difference between this pussy in
front of me and that of the latest Penthouse
centerfold.
Mrs. Smith just smiled and told me to do what I thought
best.
As her pubic tresses fell to the floor, Mrs. Smith was
getting noticeably aroused. I had to be careful not to
nick her protruding clitoris when working in that area.
Her hair was so dark that even at a half inch it
covered her well. But it did begin looking like the
pussy I had seen in Penthouse and so I continued with
my battle plan. When I had finished trimming and
washing all the loose hairs off, I was impressed. Her
labia were even swollen so that the wet pink insides
glistened for both Susan and I to see. She was aroused
but was keeping it in well.
I had to do the same. I wasn't about to play around
with a witness in the room. What I did do was make a
big deal of showing Mrs. Smith her own sex and inviting
her to touch herself here and there. I pointed out how
the new "cut" emphasized those sexual parts that men
would find so enticing and arousing. From the way that
she touched herself, I was sure she had never done it
before and just as sure that she would in the future.
Mrs. Smith pulled on her undergarments on then pushed
Susan in front of the chair. I attempted as much as
possible to ignore the little tussle between the two
women. Susan was obviously more self-conscious than her
grandmother but finally was persuaded to climb into the
chair after removing her see-through bikini panties.
That she was absolutely mortified was obvious from her
stiff position, clenched fists, and tightly closed
eyes.
I sat down to size up the situation. This was going to
be even tougher than the last. Susan's pubic hair was
as blonde as her head. It was also fine, straight, and
relatively short. In short, it looked better than any
Penthouse model's I had ever seen so I was stumped
about what to recommend. I began absentmindedly to comb
the soft tresses. As my hand grazed her downy mound it
felt like a bolt of lightning had hit it. The shock
traveled to my crotch and I realized too late that my
clothes were applying enough pressure on my cock to
cause a climax. My eyes glazed over temporarily as I
felt the sperm spurt out again and again. I so much
wanted to caress and taste this little rose bud but
couldn't even touch it without raising suspicion.
Finally, hoping that I hadn't taken too long to decide
and hoping that my climax hadn't been noticed by anyone
other than myself, I sighed and said, "I'm sorry. This
is simply the loveliest pussy I have seen. There is
nothing I can do to improve it. If you were three years
older and wanted a change, I would suggest shaving but
at this age you need the length to assert your
maturity." I must have said the right words because
Susan opened her eyes smiling. Her fists and legs
relaxed. Mrs. Smith nodded in agreement and the two of
us began walking up front.
"You are truly a gentleman, Bruce," Mrs. Smith said as
I handed her $12 change on her $20 bill. "A man as
horny as you are, sitting as close to virgin cunt as
you were, is faced with a great temptation to do
something, besides ejaculating in your pants, I mean.
Susan really does look perfect, doesn't she? I'll keep
you posted about how I feel about your work on my
little pussy."
She did, too. She and her husband had dropped to having
sex once or twice a month. When he discovered her
examining her trimmed bush, he almost raped her on the
spot. They now have sex 3 or 4 times a week and I only
get to trim her every third month because he does it
the other times.
I have kept in touch with Susan, also. That day, after
they left, I went back to find that Susan had hung her
panties right next to the other pair I had had hanging
there. The thought of her walking around the town with
a naked beaver has fueled many a fantasy for me since
then.
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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