Monday, October 5, 2009

I Fuck Both The Wet Lady And Her Hair

It was a long rainy day on mid July, I stayed single in my cosine’s place at a remote village in Bengal. All the family members have gone for attending a function to another district and expected to come by next morning. I started thinking how to pass that long time in such remote place with no one in the two-storied bunglow. By searching, I found the old gramophone of my maternal grand father in a good condition and some long-playing records of classical music and I decided to spend the entire time by listen to some good ragas on ‘Varshat’.

After finishing my lunch in afternoon, I start listening some music, and then suddenly I heard somebody knocking at the back door next to the garden. First, I could not hear anything as it was raining heavily outside. When I open the door, to all my surprise I found that the sweet sexy maid of that house, the lady with gorgeous long black hair at her mid twenty, Radha, stands in front of me with all her body soaked with rain and left nothing to imagine about her strongly build voluptuous sexy body.

She smiled at me with some erotic gesture and entered the room keep me guessing all about her intentions. When she passed my way to get through the door, I got the erotic smell from her long wet hair, which she let open to dry. I got a slight bulge under my white shots. It just ignite the beast within me as I grew desire to have her. After a while to enjoy the heavy rain outside, I started listening some classical music on ‘Mallar raga’ on an old gramophone and I just begun to imagining that I’m submerged to her volumes long, oily hair and breathing in the erotic smell of her oily, sweaty hair with immense passion.

Of late, I found her becomes busy with some household work. It’s nearly one hour since she entered the room and unlike other days she become intentionally sloppy to finish her work, which sends some hints to my imagination. While sitting over the sofa, I asked her to have some tea for me. To my utter shock, she simply asked me to come to the kitchen and have the tea by myself, as she was busy with her own work. I surprised to observe the audacity of the maid. In other days, in presence of the other family members, she never replied to me in such an authoritative manner. It seems she is fully aware of my horny situation and enjoying my interest for her though tills then I’ did not show any interest on her. It seems as if she is predicting the outcome of that romantic rainy afternoon.

When I stepped in to the kitchen, I found she was busy for nothing but oiling her long, thick, black hair. Each of the strands of hair soaked with oil and she keeps a dangerous smile at me. That made me a instant turn on but still I show no interest on her. I asked firmly, "Can I have a cup of hot tea?" She said, "Why you need to have hot tea when you already hot?” At first, I fumbled to answer her bold question. Then I gained confidence to answer her and said, “If you can read my status, then I need something hotter than hot tea!! Will you help me?” She shyly giggled to my answer, turn back to me, and once again busy oiling her hair. I simply come close on to her back and murmured to her ear, “Can I help you by oiling your hair?” She suddenly become shy to answer me and hugged me to hide her face under my chest. I smelled her heavily oiled hair touching my chin and put my nose to her open volume of long thick hair. I felt her voluptuous virgin body shivers on imagining a sexual encounter.

Her skin glows like a brownish chocolate with almost a sculpture like body hiding beneath a wet transparent sari. Without saying a word, I rolled all her hair to her back and keep adding more oil to it until it become dripping with oil. Then I began messaging her neck, back and spine with excess oil but intentionally not touching her secrets. I felt every part of her slippery, oily skin shivers with pleasure under my messaging fingers. After a good message, she starts moaning with pleasure and starts kissing me, creasing me as heard as she can, …….. oh God, she literately stars licking every inch of my body. She suddenly caught my erection in her hand over my shorts. I looked at her with false anger but she giggled and opened my zip. A fully erect man hood just become more erectile in front of a heavily oiled lady. With a smile on her face, Radha, keeps striking my erection which made me mad on pleasure. I asked her to stop doing such as I also want to enjoy with her body before I succumbed to pleasure.

I took her to the leaving room and let her body roll over the long sofa. I found her horny with the rain soaked sari still draping lower portion of her body while only an wet yellow blouse not enough to hide her firmly build boobs. I then freed her boobs from the cover of wet right blouse without opening her sari completely. She pulled me over her body to hide her nakedness with my body. Then I started kissing her body, sucking every drop of salty sweat from her skin. I placed my nose over her hairy armpit and the strong erotic odor made me all crazy. I start licking her armpit like a mad. While I am busy with licking her armpits, my hands rolled over her farm boobs and I felt the nipples become more erect in response to my touch. I started creasing and sucking her boobs with all pleasure. Meanwhile she tied her oily hair to a big bun and I found her hair bun dipping with excess oil. I grab the oily bun with my palm and pulled her head down to my nose to smell the erotic smell of her wet oily hair. Oh. God! I become mad by experiencing such exciting feelings of long oily hair over my body. Then Radha, on guessing my desire, opened her long oily hair and spread all over my sweaty body. The sensual feeling of her long oily hair over my naked skin keeps me over the heaven for a while. Simply , it become irresistible for me to bear any more and suddenly I get up to my feet’s and by leaning to her, placed my lips to be locked under her lips. As I start sucking her lips, my other hand in search of pure honey from the human honeycomb. When I finally finished my little search, I inserted my middle finger to test the amount of honey it gathers and to my right imagination, I found her filled with lots of sexy secretion right from the walls of her V. Then I entered anther finger to her and she cried out on pleasure and murmured on sexy voice to my ears, “ Please come over me as I can’t wait further”. I replied “Don’t hurry dear, still I have other pleasure to give you” By saying so, I pulled her wet sari from her knee to her west and her juicy pussy right in front of my thirsty tongue. Then I pulled her outer lips and inserted my tongue right to her honeycomb to drink the erotic nectar of her. She began to moan vigorously and uncontrollably which brings my hold to its limit. Then by changing the position, I climbed to her and inserted my erection deep inside her. She began to scream on immense pleasure while I was stroking to her with my nose again placed to her oily bun. The slippery feeling of her heavily oiled hair to my nose, to my face and the slippery feeling of her wet pussy against my erection just explode together after a while and I feel, I go to come… Suddenly I changed my position and placed my exploding erection against her oily bun and finally I come all over her oily hair. It was a huge cum and all the white thick discharge of my cum glitters all over her oily, glossy, black hair, it was so erotic to describe. I surprised to observe , she become happy to have my ejaculation all over her hair and she began to massage her oily hair once again with my cum.

I looked out of the windows of the room, I found the dusk began to set in the evening sky, the air heavy with moist of rain though the rain stopped outside. Radha get ready to go for her own home somewhere at nearby village but already it’s too late for a lady to be alone in the dark evening of the village and I urged her to stay back. She agreed after a little hesitation, as her father, the only other family member of her house was not here for tonight. I thanked God for the unprecedented opportunity offered to me. Then Radha turned towards me and grab me to her chest with her strong arms, pressed my mouth against the middle of her blouse-covered boobs and murmured huskily to my ears, “For you, I become late and unable to go to my home. If I shall stay here tonight, I shall punish you like this all the night. Will you like me to stay back or I shall move for my home?” On reply, I just slipped out of her grip and placed my lips against her deep naval and parted a massive sucking kiss, she giggled and perhaps got the reply from my end.

It was just seven at the evening and we have at least fourteen to fifteen hours in our hand to complement each other with immense pleasure of lovemaking.

Radha then went for having a bath as she need to be fresh before cooking the dinner for two of us as I went out of the house to have chicken from the nearby market. When I returned, I found her wearing a red silk sari with matching blouse. She was looking beautiful at her gorgeous 23. She smiled and replied that sometimes she keeps some of her dressing to this house. She bathed with her hair wet and let her hair open to dry. I could smell the sweet smell of Jasmine oil from her hair, her fore head with a large bindi of red vermilion. With her glossy chicks and juicy lips, she looks splendid. I got closed to her and wrap her with my arms strongly. She pushed me with false anger and reminded to enjoy for the whole night, not now as she become busy on cooking. I let her go for cooking the chicken curry and roti for dinner. But time to time, I become attracted towards kitchen like a magnet and keep disturbing her some times by holding her tight or by holding her hair and making long braid out of it. Then I made a superb braided bun out of her volumes oily hair and she keep praising for my good hair work.

At about 10, we finished our dinner and with respect to a village, it’s already late night.

After finishing my dinner, I went for a stroll in the backyard, found it slippery with rainwater and decided to keep inside the living room and enjoy a smoke. Suddenly, I realized, I neither hard nor seen Radha for almost half an hour. I searched every room in the ground floor and found her nowhere. I called by her name, but she did not reply. Then I turned towards to big staircase and began to move upstairs. Then I reached central hall , I found a dim bluish light emerging from a corner bedroom. Cautiously I approached towards the room crossing the massive central hall.

The room is in the southeastern corner of the haveilly and facing towards an open vast lake, having a superb attached balcony. I found Radha, laying over the big master bed, dimming light makes her appear like a supernatural … her body vivid, naked only with the cover of her own long oily hair. I stood spellbound for a while. As if a moon stuck, I entered the room without making any noise put my lips on her back and place a kiss to her curvy spine. She giggled with pleasure and her curves become more pronounced. The she stood up and with a comb, brushed her heavily oiled hair and tied a sexy bun. While doing the hair, her boobs become open in front of me and I start sucking without any inhibition. She the turned my lie over my back and got up to me.. pressed her body over mine while I moaned with pleasure. She grabbed my erection out of my pajama and placed against her hot, wet pussy and began to move her hips. Steadily, my entire erection emerged deep inside her. She then start breathing heavily gesturing for an orgasm. I didn’t waste a moment and changed my position to place my ever thirsty tongue to her wet pussy. The pungent smell of the pussy made me mad and I keep stroking deep inside her with my tongue. Then she explodes with an orgasm and began to leak heavily. I determined not to waste a single drop, drink up to a cup of slippery juice and all consumed through my throat. Mean while, she got my phallus over her mouth and began to suck vigorously. With immense pleasure, I began to moan and within a while I felt that I was coming. I tried to get rid of her sucking mouth and want to ejaculate once on her hair, but this time, she holds me on the mouth and started drinking my come. I felt a downward movement of her throat swallowing my entire ejaculation. When she got up and we looked at each other’s eye for a long, we felt love for each other. She came close to my lips with opening her own lips. Still I could smell the smell of my ejaculation from her wet mouth and she could smell her juice from my mouth too. Then we start to kiss each other on mouth-to-mouth, tongue-to-tongue and teeth to teeth positions.

I don’t remember for how long we keep kissing each other, but I found her deep in sleep with all her nudity. It was almost 4.30 in the clock, the Sun still long to raise, a dim glow of light hangs over the lake beneath the sky. I get up from the bed and went to bathroom to splat a little water over my face. I went to down stars to my allocated room and began to play raga Kalyan in the Gramophone. The magical notes of Ustad Amir Khan, keep me imagining the sequences that I enjoyed for so long. The utter bliss, passion, erotic emotions keeps a superb blend of moments over my mind, which I shall never forget. I got embed in the music and suddenly felt her presence in front of me. She already from the washroom and she feel like a closing bud of lotus waiting for the Sun to rise for a full bloom. She sits beside me and keep singing the morning rage as the Sun prepares to raise over the East horizon.

My Long Hair Lady(Nice fucking story)

Since childhood only i had this passion for long hair, i really admired long hair ladies as thier long, black & thick hair always attracted me. More than young girls of my age I always found elderly and married women with long hair much more attractive as here in Mumbai hardly any girl likes to keep her hair long. Ya but I had seen few elderly ladies with very long hair either in a huge bun or a long thick braid. I was bit unusual as regards considering any girl or lady as beautifull or sexy as i used to see only one feature in them and that was how long their hair is while other features of them hardly mattered to me.
The sight of a huge bun or a long thick braid infront of me would drive me crazy and it would really turn me on but unfortunately I never knew any such women or a girl with long hair. I had a few girlfriends but they all had short hair & i missed everything that i could have done with their long hair.
My passion for long hair grew as days passed by and until one day one new family shifted in our building. It was a small family of 3- husband, wife(Mrs.P) & their small daughter.
So this is my story about Mrs. P who was staying on the next floor above me and who was very attractive indeed even though she would be arround 35 years old. She was very tall and had a perfect body and the most attractive feature for me was her long hair. She always use to tie her hair in either a tight or loose bun thats what kept me & others wondering and guessing about the length of her hair because I never saw her in any other hair-style other than bun but i was very sure of onething that her hair was extra long & very thick thats what made the bun so big and it was literally killing me day by day.
She sometimes used to come down for a walk in the evening and I was getting to see her lovely big bun but from a distance and I always wished that I should get to see her hair from very close and one day. God fullfilled my wish when I was returning home I saw her coming towards my building from the opposite side. We both entered inside the building and I was walking just behind her so that I can see her bun very closely. I wont ever forget that day as I had never seen such a huge bun from so close till now. I followed her from behind very closely when we were climbing the stairs so that I can analyse and study her bun.
Her bun of course was very big and was jet black in colour, it had many twists and was held by a big clip. The sight of her bun made my heart-beat faster & my throat went dry.
Now her bun had become a big mystery for me as I wanted to know the length of her beautiful hair but she never ever use to let it down. Maybe she was a bit hesitant & shy with showing her true beauty.
But one very fine day when I was standing in my balcony talking on phone I got to see her in a braid when she was going out somewhere. I think she was going for some function or wedding may be thats why she was very well dressed up in a nice Saree with all her make up & jewellery and her hair in a long thick braid. Finally the day came when I came to know about the length of her gorgious hair. Her braid was just below her knees and she was looking really beautiful and at the same time very appealing and attractive because of her long and thick braid.I did not get to see enough of her braid as she disapeared very quickly and the sight of that long beautiful hair made me go crazy and from that day onwards I always felt her wanted & she became my top most desire. I really could have done anything in this world to just touch her hair and now I started dreaming of running my fingers in her hair and holding her big bun or her long thick braid in my hands. I started considering her as my perfect dream lady with very long and beautiful hair, the type of woman I always wanted for myself.
I was always thinking of several ways of introducing myself to her until one day. God himself gave me a brilliant opportunity and a courier-boy came to my rescue. God bless that Courier-boy where ever he is.
That day the courier-boy rang my bell, I opened the door and he said "please give this envelope to Mr.P (Mrs.P's husband) as their door is locked and I am coming here for the 3rd time and they are not at home since last few days so you please hand it over to them when they return."
I accepted it very happily and the Courier-boy took my signature & thanked me. Actually I should have thanked him for giving me this wonderful opportunity.
Two days later Mrs.P and her family returned home and I decided to go to their house in the late morning so that Mrs.P only opens the door and I get to talk to her only and nobody else as she was a house wife and she used to be at home alone in the morning. I was feeling very nervous earlier of going there & talking to her but somehow I gathered all my courage and went up and ranged her bell. Mrs.P opened the door and my throat went dry & my heart started beating much faster and my body temperature went up high as soon as our eyes met. She first looked at me with a big question mark on her face but I was sure that no doubt she knows who I am as she would have seen me arround in the society. Somehow how I managed to put a smile on my face and she smiled back. I said "Hello" to her & handed over the courier envelope saying "this is yours, the courier-boy gave me this few days back and told me to hand it over to you. I think you were not there at home for few days thats why he gave it to me."
"Oh ya we were not here for last 5 days as we had gone to my mother's place" she replied.
"thats why the courier guy was a bit frustrated, he said I am coming here for the third time and always find the door locked" I said and she started laughing. She thanked me and then I smiled back & said "You are always welcome."When I was about to leave from there she said wait and asked me my name. I told her my name & she told me her name and then I took her leave.
This was our first meeting when I talked to her face to face for the first time but of course it was a very short one and I wanted the meeting to carry on a bit further but I was satisfied as now at least we know each other.
After some days when I was returning home in my Car I saw her walking with some carry bags in her hand.
I thought of making the most of this another opportunity coming by my way and I stopped my car just besides her, she looked at me & recognized me immediately giving me a smile. I asked her if she wants a lift. She was more than happy to get a lift as it was a very warm & sunny day and of course she would prefer going home by car instead of walking with carrying those bags in her hands. I opened the door and she sat besides me.
I asked her "from where r u coming now?"
"I had just gone to the Bank & then to the Market, had to buy few things" she replied.
Our building was 5-10 mins away from there by car and on the way we talked a few things.While talking to her I tried to look into her eyes most of the time instead of her hair which was tied up in a big bun today as usual. Of course I would have just loved to look at her bun from so near but then it would not have looked good I staring at her hair when she is sitting besides me.
We reached our building & by now we she had become very friendly with me and she thanked me for the lift. I parked the car and then helped her in carrying her bags to her flat. She opened the door of her flat with the key and then welcomed me inside.
"No its ok, I will leave now. "I said just as a formality because actually I wanted to stay there wanting to spend some more time with her.
She said "No you can't go like this, you are coming at my place for the first time so please have a sit and tell me what will you like to have coffee, tea or some cold drink?"
"Well i will have a Coffee" I replied.
"Ok. You just sit comfortably I will be right back in just 5 mins." she said.
I was reading the newspaper which was there on the table near their sofa till then she came with two mugs of hot coffee. She kept the coffee in front of me on the table and asked me "So you like reading?"
"Ya very much" I replied back. Then we talked many things about each other while drinking coffee and I came to know few things about her. Her husband was a Manager in a good company and her daughter was in 5th Std and Mrs.P used to be at home alone till the afternoon. I very much wanted to talk about her gorgeous long hair and just wanted to tell her how much do I love them but I did not had that much courage as she would have minded it. I thanked her for the coffee and said "I just love coffee & your coffee was really good."
Suddenly she was appearing to be a bit disturbed with her bun as she was checking it again and again by her hands, may be I think because it was getting lose. After some 5-10 mins when we were talking, now she was very much uncomfortable and before her bun gets lose and opens in fornt of me she said "excuse me I will be right back." She came back with her hair nicely tied up in a tight bun. Although I knew for what she went inside I asked her purposely "What happed suddenly?" as I desperatly wanted to talk about her hair.
"Nothing just went to tie my hair" she answered back honestly.
"So what was the need to go inside to tie up your hair, you could have done it hear only" I said with a smile.
"No, its ok. Let it be." she replied very shyly.
I decided not to get back now, as I somehow gathered all my courage & asked her "Do you always tie your hair up like this only in a bun?" she was very much surprised with my this question I think as she never expected anything like this from me.
"Ya, most of the time" she said. "Why? It does not look good or what?" she asked me.
"No, nothing like that. It looks simply great." I answered. I wanted to carry on telling her how great it looks and what its doing to me from last few days but then somehow I controlled myself.
"How long is your hair?" I asked her.
"Its long, very long" she replied.
"Good. Women with long hair really look very beautiful, long hair stands out as an asset for them" I said.
"Ya even I like keeping long hair since childhood only but its very difficult to maintain them." she replied.
"Whatever it is but you look good in this hairstyle and your bun appears to be so big." I said
"How long is your hair exactly? Can I get to see it" I asked her politely.Talking about her hair was giving me an errection and I still wonder from where I got all this strength to talk to her so openly about her hair.
She was a bit hesitant and asked me "Why do you want to see my hair?"
"Just because it will be a real sight to see as I am sure you have very long hair" I somehow managed to give her an answer.
"Ok then." she said after keeping me waiting for sometime. She stood up and removed the pin. The twists in her bun started to roll down slowly and within a moment her hair was lose open reaching almost her calfs.I was thrilled and speachless seeing her so long and sexy hair.
I am really out of words to describe that moment when I saw her for the first time undoing her big bun in front of me. I wished I had a camera to capture that moment, but really camera was a small thing when she herself was there infront of me standing so near with her hair left open for me. She turned to me and smiled raising her eyebrows as if asking me hows it? I was still spechless and seriously wondering that all this is happening to me in real or is it only a dream.
"Wow, you really have the most beautifull hair I have ever seen, even its so long and thick. I have never seen such long & thick hair ever before" I said. Now it was seriously very difficult for me to control my errection. Now I came to know why she always ties her hair up in bun because her hair had so much sex appeal that leaving it open would really make people go crazy for her.
"I wonder why do you always tie your hair up in a bun because you really look great with your long hair let down lose and open, it really suits you very well." I said trying to take things forward.
"Thank you very much for the compliment." she replied back.
I went behind her to get a proper view of her long hair from very near and as soon as I was going to touch her hair she got back and quickly tied up her hair again into a bun and said "I think we talked enough about my hair, I have to get back to my work now." I was a bit disappointed but I knew that its difficult now to get a second opportunity so I asked her "Can I comb your hair?"
She was surprised again and she kept quite for a moment.
"Your hair is so long & thick and it appears to be very silky & soft thats why I feel like touching & combing them." I said to somehow defend my part.
"I am sorry not now, my daughter will be coming from her school now and I have to prepare the lunch also yet." she said.
"Its ok, you need not be sorry for that." I replied.
"It seems you have really liked my hair very much" she asked.
"What do I say about your lovely hair. Your hair is so long, thick & silky and its of course the most beautiful hair I have ever seen." I replied.
"And I have never seen a long hair lover like you" she said.
"Ya I really love long hair a lot, in fact I just dream of playing with them or combing them" I said.
"Oh thats great, then you can help me to comb my hair after I wash & dry them because its really very difficult to manage such long hair" she said.
"Ya of course, it will be my pleasure." I said as i could not have asked for anything more.
"Ok then why dont you come tomorow because as it is I am going to wash my hair tomorow." she asked me.
"Fine i will be there then tommorow at your service"I replied.
"Ok then see u tomorow morning" she said and I left from there.

I couldnt sleep that night as I was thinking about the things that were going to happen the next morning and really as I was dreaming it turned out to be the most amazing and unforgetable day of my life.
I reached her house by morning 9:30 as told by her and she welcomed me inside. She had already washed her hair and her hair was raped up in a towel which was strugling to somehow hold such long and thick hair.
"You are looking absolutely wonderful today" I complimented her.
"Thank you. What will you have?" she asked me.
"No thanks. I wont have anything" I said as I was in a hurry today and I think even she could hardly wait. She took off the towel & threw it on the bed and her hair was looking even much sexier today as they were a bit wet. She started to dry her hair with running her fingers in it.
My penis started to go up by seeing all this and I went behind her directly and touched her hair. I started running my fingers in her hair which was very silky and thick. Even she appeared to be enjoying it and was responding very positively with my every touch. By now I was completely lost in her hair and I asked her "Can I comb your hair now?"
"Ok the comb is over there but comb it carefully and a bit slowly because after washing they have become a bit rough with few tangles in between." she replied.
"You don not worry, I will be careful as I am very good with it" I said and started combing her hair." Actually the thing is that I myself really love it when anybody combs my hair or plays with it." she said.
"Its my pleasure I said, even I really like playing with long hair and I always feel like brushing and combing them and if the hair is as long and thick as yours its double the fun." I said.
She probably did not know that I was enjoying it much more than her and I was waiting lifetime for this moment, it was really dream come true.
I just wanted to cherish this moment as I knew I wont get such a life time opporutnity again, I combed her hair right from the top to bottom slowly slowly and played with her long hair for about 15-20 mins.
I then asked her "Can I comb your hair forward with your hair on your face?"
She could hardly say no as she was lost in a different world with enjoying each and everything I was doing with her hair. I asked her to bend a bit forward and I took all her hair forward on to her face. It was such a great feeling which I can't describe holding her hair and then combing her hair forward. I requested her to lift her head up and to throw her hair backwards within a flash, she did it perfectly and with that flash backward her hair made almost a circle with the radius of the length of her hair which was about 5 1/2 feet long. By now even she was enjoying and again I gathered all her hair infront on her face. Her hair almost touched the ground when put forward, by now my penis had become sticky and was very hard & errect which even she could make out.
Her face was covered with her long thick and jet black hair and I was combing it forward. I threw the comb and started to run my fingers in her hair to get the soft feeling. Her hair was so silky and soft that I was not willing to take my hands of it.
"Oh you are really very good at it, I am really loving it" she whispered. Again it was a really very erotic sight for me as her entire front body was covered by her long hair now because thats how I combed her hair and now I lost my control and I started kissing her face covered by her hair. Her hair was smelling great and I kissed her hair which was all over her face. I gathered all her hair from bottom by my right hand and pulled her towards me and held her by my left hand, she started responding positively and hugged me tightly.
My lips were really thirsty to find her lips and just when I was about to smooch her she stopped me & gave me a strong push and I got back to see the most erotic and most unforgetable invitation ever.
She again with a flash lifted her head and threw all her hair backwards and with a hunger in her eyes she called me towards hers with a gesture by her hand, I could hardly wait anymore and hugged her tightly and we started kissing and smooching. My both the hands were in her hair and she was sucking my lips passionately. I was really feeling as if I am in heaven and i could not ask for anything more. I then started kissing her all over her face & body. I put my hands on her breast and her boobs were big enough and had become hard now with my touch as I started pressing them.
I started undressing her and directly put my fingers inside her vagina, I quickly located her g-spot and she was lost in deep pleasure and started moaning after some time. I then started pressing and sucking her boobs now with my one hand in her hair. She was well arroused by now and her hands went inside my trousers searching for my penis while kissing me and sucking my lips.
"You are really too good in these things, it seems you are very well experienced in all this. Anyways now its my turn to give you some pleasure." She started undressing me and pulled out my juicy and errect penis.She appeared to be a bit happy after seeing my penis and said "Oh its quite long & thick."
"Its like your hair only, very long and thick" I replied and we both started laughing. She then started stroking my penis with her hands and I was trying to play with her hair in the mean time.Within a few seconds when I was on verge of ejaculating i stopped her as I did not wanted the party to get over so soon.
She took me to her bedroom & again hugged me tightly and again we started kissing each other.
I gathered all her hair and tried to make a bun of it but I could not make a proper bun so she tought me how to make it in a proper manner. Her hair was doing too much to me and now it was really difficult to handle and I straight away climbed on to her and parked my cark inside her garage. With my penis parked inside her vagina I was fondling with her breasts and sucking them again and started to move forward-backward with my hands in her hair.My penis was already very well lubricated and I could have climaxed anytime but I decided to go for it slowly as I wanted to enjoy each & every moment.We both were enjoying the pleasure and she started moaning heavily when I increased my speed, suddenly her moaning turned into screaming as she started screaming loudly in pleasure and she climaxed hughing me tightly.
I decided to withdraw as I wanted to fuck her in a different position with I being down and she sitting on me and at the same time her long hair in front of me dancing on my chest.
As if she read my mind and she must have come to know that I like to fuck women with long hair and only because of their long hair and how much it arrouses me. She pushed me down and I fell on to the bed, she came and sat on my thighs and opened her bun and sent her heavy hair mass cascading down on my legs. She started teasing me with her silky hair by running them everywhere on my body which was really a great feeling. I then pulled her towards me with her hair and then started kissing her and sucking her lips passionately. I coud not wait anymore as she made me fully arroused now by running her long sily hair on my naked body. I put my penis inside her vagina again and she started to go up & down with her hair coming down on her face again and again which was really making me crazy and I started lifting her up & down even faster now. This was what I always dreamt of and fantasised about Mrs.P that I fucking her with her long hair on her face and dancing on my chest. I grabbed her hair and started to pull her towards me, my mouth found her nipples and I started sucking them she suddenly lifted her head jurkily which sent all her hair backwards again.
She started tieing a bun and I told her not to do that as I wanted to fuck her with her hair loose but she said "Dont worry dear I am tying it loose so that it may again come down due to the action"
"Oh you are so good in all this, it will be really sexy indeed" I said.
I held her bun with both my hands and made it much loose because it was really impossible to wait anymore now, our speed increased and I was lost in deep pleasure which I had never experienced earlier.
She started moving up & down again which was making her heavy bun jump up & down too and it started to open now. Slowly slowly all her long hair came down like soft silk and her entire body was covered by a black blanket of her hair. Her hair was too long and thick to stay back and when she bent a bit her hair again came forward on to her face. I was on the verge of exploding and she started moving her head right & left which sent her hair flowing everywhere on my body and the feeling was so errotic that we started moving together faster and she climaxed again with heavy moaning & withing seconds I ejaculated inside her, with my one hand grabing her hair & another pressing her boobs at the same time. Suddenly my heart beat rate was faster, our body temperatue was so high that we were sweating. We lied on the bed after we both climaxed together kissing each other.
It was the best ever orgasm I ever had and the feeling was so great that I can't write it down here in words. She hugged me again saying "You are a real genius, I love you for this". I was playing with her hair only and said "Your amazing hair which is the most precious desire of anyone makes me such a genius and I love you too for your hair."
We were just lieing on the bed and talking for about 10-15 mins after I made her get up and took the comb and started combing her hair again. She asked me "What are you doing now?"
"Nothing just combing your hair as I don not feel like keeping my hands of it, they are so wonderful and the feeling after touching them is really so good that can't be described." I said
I then made a braid of her hair which I always dreamt of. I never imagined that my this dream of making such a long braid will come true anyday.
She seemed very happy with the braid and thanked me by kissing me and said "You should have been a hair dresser actually"
We then sat and started talking and decided that I would come to her house again on monday morning when she is alone at home. I then took her leave and went back home desperately waiting for monday morning to come.That day was really the most unforgetable day of my life and no doubt it was the best ever day in my whole life as what I always dreamt of happened with me and my dream had come true.

An Erotic Shampoo(Very nice fucking story)

The phone rang.

"Hello."

"This is Shannah McKillian."

Shannah was an executive of a graphic design company uptown.

"Shannah, ma cherie, I noticed you have an appointment today at 6 p.m."

It was Jude, he had a distinguishable, Creole-French accent with a molasses drawl. He was the only stylist she'd let within inches of her long blonde hair. Plus, she and he had been flirting subtly for quite sometime. She had a crush on him. Unlike any man she'd met before, he seemed to draw out her outrageously erotic and unchartered thoughts.

"It has been a madhouse here. I'd hate to keep you waiting, cherie. Would you be kind enough to arrive at 7 instead. I want to be able to give you my full attention."

Shannah smiled. She loved hearing his voice. It penetrated her core and made her flush from head to toe.

"That will be just fine, I too have been swamped, so 7 o'clock works out well for us both. "

Shannah's thoughts drifted from the designs on her desk, to the design of Jude's exquisite body. He was the owner and stylist of Salon Nouveau. He was well over 6 feet of hard muscle. His hair was a like rich, dark chocolate that laid thickly down over his collar, complimenting his tawny, olive skin and intoxicating whiskey-golden eyes.

She'd been his client for at least 6 months; and had been enamored with him since the first time his eyes pierced her. Every time she'd come to see him, she made sure to flirt with him. She'd wink (almost involuntarily) at him during conversations. Laughing at his jokes, and sarcasm, she was swept away by his presence. While Jude would style and play with her hair, her leg would be like a magnet to the space in between his legs as he'd stand before her.

His scalp massage was nearly orgasmic. Her entire body would tingle at his lightest touch. She wanted many times to pursue him beyond their professional relationship, but always chickened out. The attraction seemed to be a game for them both. Oh, how she wanted to just skip to more sensual games instead.

Often after an appointment with Jude, Shannah would drive home, fantasizing about being with him. Her sex would be dripping wet once the drive home ended. She'd open the door, drop everything and begin to pleasure herself. She'd strum her clit like a fine violin, while thinking of grabbing those dark chocolate strands of his hair and pushing his face deep into the juncture between her thighs. Then she'd quake as the fault-line between her legs would gush like a broken dam.

Jude was not the stereotypical hairdresser. He was very masculine and secure enough in his masculinity to express himself as an artist of hair. Secretly, he had a hair fetish and this profession was an outlet for him. It was his fantasy to make love to a beautiful woman's hair.

He'd adored Shannah since the first shampoo. She had long, honeysuckle blonde locks that were like a golden haven awaiting his presence. He had entertained the idea many times of taking her hair and doing naughty things with it. He'd memorized the shape, length, texture and silk of her hair. After months of getting to know her through regular appointments, he saw past her hair to the woman within. He appreciated the sound of her delicate voice, her smile, and her petite but voluptuous body. He was beginning to fall for her, HARD.

That's why he cleared all of the appointments for the evening except Shannah's. He'd sent all his employees home for the evening. He needed time to prepare the atmosphere in order to seduce Shannah. He thoughtfully lit candles all over the salon to help mask the scent of perm solutions, dyes, and acrylic nails. He put on some soothing, slow jazz music, chilled champagne, and prepared a tray of cheese and fruit. Tonight he would expose his feelings to her, taking a chance that she would accept him, and hopefully expose much more.

After Shannah left the office, the trip through rush hour traffic was a blur. She was hoping on the off-chance that she'd be the only client left with Jude for the evening. Hoping that maybe there would be some private time to approach him and share her desires and attraction for him.

Her sex life was nonexistent. Her only intimate moments were solo, or with her battery operated boyfriend. Her heart began to flutter as if it had wings as she thought of Jude and the possibilities for adventurous sex with the dark and mysterious man. A small spark of determination lit inside her. Like a fuse traveling towards its explosive destination, it fired along her nerve endings, heating her blood and giving strength to the idea of taking advantage of any time she may have with Jude. That burning desire began to consume her.

Tonight, she'd be like a tigress on the prowl. She would act strictly by animalistic instinct.

She arrived at the Salon, only to curiously find it dimly lit. Brandy, the receptionist, wasn't there to greet her and check her in. In fact, everyone was gone. Shannah began to think she'd gotten the date wrong.

But it couldn't be! Jude had called today. He confirmed...seven o'clock. She thought.

Relief washed over her as Jude emerged. He looked as delicious as ever. What a visual feast. He was lean and tawny like a jungle cat, with the same coiled energy waiting to spring. His gaze was predatory, as he looked at her like he wanted to snap her up. In some indefinable sense, he was more present in his body than any man she'd ever seen. Blood thundered in her ears.

"Hello cherie. So happy to see you! You're more beautiful every time I see you!" He embraced her, catching a whiff of her silken locks. She had a unique scent, like a sweet vapor emitted after the first 5 minutes of a rain shower, with a light musk that lingered and tantalized him.

She held the embrace as long as she could. Feeling his body pressed to hers, she envisioned him naked, causing her pulse to quicken.

Too long without sex, she warned herself silently.

"Wow, looks like it's just you and me this evening," said Shannah with nervous excitement.

Maybe it had to do with those piercing eyes of his. Maybe it had to do with the sharp edge of desire that suddenly sliced through her. Maybe it was because she just wanted to fuck him rigid. She felt creamy beneath her panties.

"Yes, just you and me, cherie. I hope you aren't uncomfortable. All the other employees were finished, so I let them have some time off."

"Mmm, great boss." She was flirting. There was definitely a wink with that statement.

"Did something happen with the lights? Candles are great, but I don't perceive how you'll be able to see how to take care of this mop of mine."

She loosened her ponytail, letting her hair fall past her shoulders.

Jude's heart was pounding and his palms were sweating.

"Actually," he smiled coyly, "I wanted you here...alone." He moved closer to her, his smile turning wickedly sexy.

"All this for me? Jude, surely you knew I was attracted to you. This is too much, really! I didn't realize..."

His kiss interrupted her. He dipped his head down, taking a light nip at her lower lip, sliding a hand around her waist to draw her closer to the sizzling heat of his magniificent body. She shivered.

"I've thought about those lips." He traced their fullness with a finger.

"I wondered how you'd respond if I did this---" He brushed her lips with the tip of his stippled tongue, feather-light, tempting them to part as her breath shuddered out.

Tigress, Shannah! Tigress!!!

"Maybe you should just do this," she whispered and closed her mouth over his in a hard, urgent kiss that sent them both spinning into passion, unable to think, only to feel.

Jude's mouth, hot and demanding, made no pretense of gentleness, only animalistic hunger. He wrapped his hands in her hair, caressing, arousing himself through his secret fantasy. His body was hard against her, the insistent pressure of his desire emitted a power that overwhelmed her.

Long minutes passed as they dove into one another, hands roving, tongues dancing, mouths locked. The soft release of breath punctuated the silence.

Though she'd often satisfied her need to be touched, solo, she starved to feel his hands on her body. Need flooded her, making her almost whimper for more. Shannah ran her fingers across his cheek and into his thick, rich umber hair, as Jude made a low sound like a growl in his throat and pulled her closer.

He had wanted her, but had no idea that kissing her would be like a fist in his gut, robbing him of air, making his head spin, leaving him weak. He was nearly powerless from the hold she had on him.

She broke from the kiss, "Jude, I..."

"Shh...cherie, I want you."

He spoke only inches away from her lips.

"I want you in every way. Give yourself to me tonight, in ways you've never experienced."

Had he read her mind?

Shannah gasped, "Yes."

He undressed her, confirming his fantasy of firm, large breasts with taut beads for nipples underneath the black sheer bra. He watched her hungrily as she shed her clothing, leaving only her undergarments.

"Aren't you going to join me?" Shannah was staring at his clothing, imagining what lie beneath them.

His trance was broken by her inquiry."...um...Oh yes darlin'."

He removed his black T-shirt. A jolt went through her entire system. Jude stood with his shirt off, staring back at her. He hoped she was pleased. For an instant, everything stopped while she stared at the corrugated muscles of his belly, trying to remember to breathe.

Flat ridges of muscle defined his abs and pecs. The taut cannonball lines of his shoulders and arms spoke of power and control, of energy coiled into muscle built by effort and determination. There was a shadowy trail of hair that ran down his belly to disappear in the waistband of his jeans. That fantastic material encasing treasures beneath, dropped to the floor as he kicked it away across the floor. He was exposed now only in gray boxer-briefs.

His body was like a magnet to hers, drawing them to embrace. Time seemed to stop as they savored the mesmerizing sensation of flesh against flesh. Jude's smooth skin over bone and sinew, beckoned her to keep touching him. Her hands explored southern regions where is back dipped low before rising to the tight curve of his ass. And in front, he was well endowed and obviously stimulated.

Suddenly her mind filled with the vivid image of them naked together, her bare skin pressed against his, his hands tormenting her until she was hot and mindless. Her sex began to ooze with creamy delight.

Jude's fingers popped the front clasp of her black sheer bra, freeing the perfect globes of her breasts. One hand slid down to her black lace thong, dipping inside to feel the passion welling up inside and dripping from her. Those delicate fibers dropped to the floor as well.

Shannah sighed against him. The sudden urge of wanting overwhelmed her. As he stroked her supple, shaven mound of flesh, sensations vibrated through her, making her excruciatingly aware of every atom in her body. She needed his hands on her everywhere, needed him to take her to sensual planes untouched, but desperately desired.

She was lost in the moment and stripped his erection from the confines of the exquisite gray cotton. She felt the rigidity and pulse of his throbbing member.

Just as she began to lower her kisses, to kneel and take him into her mouth, Jude stopped her.

"Come with me cherie."

Shannah followed him to the shampoo station. The leather chair before her was ergonomically figured to the curve of the person lying on it.

He led her to lie down. The back of the chair reclined with her weight, comfortably. Shannah felt as if she was floating. This was definitely a detour from the mundane sexual experiences she'd previously had.

She loved it!

Jude edged toward her. He'd imagined she'd feel like this, soft, taut and tempting. He wanted to be on her and in her, but somehow he wanted more, driven by some edge he couldn't name.

Shannah shivered at the touch of his hands. His mouth on hers kept her mind clear of thought. As he worked his way down, brushing lightly, his fingertips slipped down on her torso, rubbing over her nipples until they were unbearably sensitive. She gasped as his fingers stroked the soft flesh, touching a nipple. It jolted her entire system, the heat, the pressure, the friction. Jude rolled the nubbin flesh between his fingers until she moaned and then slipped his hand around the firm globe of her breast.

She arched her back toward him, toward the pressure of that wonderful hand. Need and desire had her twisting against him. She caught their reflection in the mirrored wall behind him. Jude's dark torso against the pale flesh of her body was better than any picture she'd painted of the two of them in her mind.

Jude bent, putting his mouth against her, snaking his tongue over her nipple, sucking, and biting it until she gave a strangled cry, giving the other one equal attention. His mouth was sending her places she'd never been, as he stroked down over her hips, along the outside of her thighs, trailing up along the sensitive inner flesh. In a circle, definitely hypnotic, they ran up and down her slippery pink flesh, as the stroke of his tongue and the scrape of his teeth on her nipples drove her mad. Those clever fingers slid between her folds, finding her hot and wet.

Shannah stiffened and squealed out to his touch. She moved against it. Jude stroked her slowly. Teasingly, he traced a path over her quivering stomach with his tongue. But feeling her shudder against his hand wasn't enough. He wanted, needed to taste her. He found her with his tongue.

She tasted like passion and her flavor was intoxicating to him. Jude knew from her incoherent cries and the helpless motions of her hips, that the swirling tornado of his tongue was pushing her over the edge. He wanted more though, it just wasn't enough. He wanted to feel her moving against him when she came, knowing that she'd surrendered herself to tumbling over the edge. He licked and stroked, sucked and nipped to drive her there. Her throat hummed with pleasure. Those low pitched coos entered his brain and traveled like a soft steady caress down to his groin.

He pulled her open with his hands, squeezed underneath her bottom, thrusting his tongue inside her. Shannah squirmed at the growing pressure. With his teeth shielded by the masculine texture of his lips, he bit down, pushing his mouth against that tender bud that would unleash the firestorm kindled inside her. He drove his tongue in, again and again, squeezing her between his mouth and hands. Her legs felt tingly and began to shake. Her toes curled.

"Mmm---" She gasped for air. "I want you inside me. I want you..."

"Trust me, Shannah.

One hand slipped from her bottom and palmed her belly, her back arched as her hips thrust forward and he pulled her against him with his mouth. At his final draw on her, the dam inside her cracked with weepy passion.

"Let it come, cherie." He urged her on, "Let it come."

Shannah grabbed his dark chocolate strands pushing his face deeper as she cried out. He melted her core and she exploded. As wave after wave of orgasm washed over her, Jude rested his mouth on her sex, drinking her nectar, and smiling behind her flesh, as he felt her femaleness contract and release with each wave. She cooed like a dove and unknowingly caressed his head as it rested there. When her quakes subsided, he rose from her, kissed her softly and whispered upon her lips,

"Now, I believe I owe you a shampoo."

Waking from a dreamy daze, Shannah tried desperately to form words, "w-what? a shampoo?"

As he towered over her, he guided her head up the chair to recline back to the sink. Shannah caught a wonderful glimpse of Jude's turgid flesh, leaking slightly with precum. The enormous vein of the shaft of his cock strained against his own flesh. The head was engorged, a shiny, yet velvety, purple work of art.

Mmmm. She wanted that man. Wanted his cock in her mouth, in any orifice she could offer. What the hell was he doing wasting time on a shampoo?

Warm water washed over her scalp, weighting down her hair. Jude shampooed her hair, giving that awesome scalp massage. This caused muffled moans to escape her. She looked up at him as he towered over her, putting every once of his being into giving her more pleasure. She wondered if he'd allow her to return the favor. Her sex, still swollen and leaking, was now aching for him. Her eyes closed once again.

Little did she know, Jude was conquering his ultimate fantasy.

"Are you enjoying this, my darlin'?"

"Mmm...it's wonderful, but, um..." She opened her eyes to focus on his face in the conversation, but found something she did not expect in the least. Jude had placed his cock in her hair and began to stroke and caress his stiffened shaft with her golden locks.

At first she thought it was very strange. What the hell is he doing?

She watched him with great intensity. She began to get quite flushed, sensual adrenaline rushed over her. Jude was totally oblivious to her unwavering glower.

He began to moan in French as his cock was thrusting a sexual onslaught of her hair.

"Bon, ma cherie! Oui! Oui! Bon, ma cherie!"

His fantastic fucking of her hair became more urgent. Shannah was completely melted from within as those sexy French words were uttered with pleasure in his voice.

Hell, he could fuck her hair however he wanted if he kept speaking that lovely language with that sexy voice.

With his every thrust, Shannah found herself becoming more aroused. Jude was rubbing his thick, hot cock over her scalp, into her hair, grazing her cheek, smearing a bit of precum there. She took her finger wiped it away and sucked it off her finger as if it were a tiny penis.

The wetness of her finger from his essence inspired her to seek pleasure with him. She slipped her hands over her breasts; palming and pinching them until they felt heavy and hot. Quiet moans escaped her in harmony, as Jude's erotic cadence drew him near the bridge over the unchartered, but mystical abyss his body and mind had longed for.

She teased and plucked her flesh, urging her lover on with every tendril of raw, hot sexual excitement. Her clit was swollen, wet, and throbbing. She licked her fingers, wetting her nipples, imagining his mouth over them. She looked up again to find Jude thrusting right over the middle of her scalp; with her strands of wheat wrapped around his shaft. She noticed that his cock-head was leaking, nearly pulsing. She smiled as she watched his every facial expression. His face was one that displayed total ecstasy. His every upward thrust inspired her to slide her finger up and down her slit, drawing circles, and figure-eights over and over. Then, she slipped two fingers inside and began fucking her glistening hole.

Her labial folds were sticky, making squishing sounds with his exquisite French moans. The tension coiled tighter and tighter as she felt both the hypnotic stroking of her hand, and also the lustful thrusting of his cock tangled in her flaxen locks. Jude's molasses drawl and those Creole-French words of sex and pleasure propelled her higher and higher.

He drove harder, gripping her hair, tugging it now. The sweet torment and the intensity of the enthralling sensations for them both were now unbearable. Shannah looked at him and she saw the bulbous organ as it caressed the left cheek of her face, then once again tantalized her forehead.

"Oh Shannah, ma cherie, I want to spill myself into your hair!!"

He was nearly breathless now.

Lust was searing them both, for she was nearly ready to ride the crescent wave of orgasm with him.

"Cum for me, Jude! Just cum!" She urged, and nearly demanded, as he was about to finish fulfilling his fantasy. She knew she would cum too.

So they did.

In a blazing burst, Shannah came, shuddering. Jude's legs began to feel languid. They cried out mindlessly as Shannah gushed and Jude's cock erupted volcanically, sending his molten seed into her blonde haven, filling it with liquid silk. His essence jetted into and over her head, dripping on her face, and landing on the cleavage between her breasts. Jude appeared to be in a daze, dreamy, even euphoric.

Now, Shannah found herself swept into Jude's fantasy.

She felt invigorated, rose from the chair, and pulled the bewildered man down to the floor.

Yes, she realized his fetish for what it was and wanted to enjoy it with him.

Jude spoke in ragged breaths,"Shannah, ma cherie, oh c'est bon! You have know idea how long I've wanted to take your hair, make love to it and condition it with my essence."

She pushed him gently making him lie flat upon the cool tile floor.

She also borrowed his words.

"Shhh, mon cher, it's not over."

As Jude lay there, confused, he was surprised to find Shannah hovering over him with a mischievous grin.

Her hair was sopping wet, from the shampoo, the water, and his extraordinary seminal conditioner. She stood, straddling his naked body at the torso, flipped her cum soaked locks over, coating his flesh and dragged it over his body. She worked her way down, leaving a silky trail from his chin to his toes.

"Mmm, oui cherie." Jude's cock was stiffening again.

Shannah gave a sexy, come-hither smile. "Now it's my turn to share your fetish."

Beginning with a kiss, she hungrily feasted upon his lips and tongue. Then she licked and sucked every inch of his cum soaked body; saving his magnificent cock for last. She was driving him wild, intentionally.

Her warm and welcoming mouth sucked deeply, as her tongue twirled around his rigid shaft. She took him deep into her throat over and over, savoring the length of him. She sucked thirstily as her mouth feasted upon his flesh voraciously.

Just as she felt the vein of his shaft stiffening with a raging pulse, as if it were ready to burst, she moved to squat over him. She let his engorged head tease her clit, then her hole, until neither could stand another moment without penetration. Shannah lowered herself slowly, sinking down as she guided his dense and throbbing manhood into her wanton pussy. She squealed, almost a squeak of delight as she rode him to the base.

Jude stared into her eyes, then watched her tits bounce with every delicious squat. Shannah then separated her hair as if she were making 'pigtails' over each shoulder. She gave them to her lover, as 'reigns' to hold and control the ride. Jude beamed as if he were given the best treasure in the world.

Up and down the core of him, she forced her pussy to coat him like a well oiled piston, with alternations of deep grinding. His grip upon her hair tightened with each mind-numbing motion. Their bodies were now in sweet suffusion, deliciously savoring each other's pulse, and the smell of their sexual musk. Her most intimate muscles clenched and sucked his boulder-like cock.

It was arduous for either to extend their climax. There was immeasurable intensity as Shannah bucked diligently; her hands used his tawny chest as leverage. She felt his entire pectoral muscles becoming rigid. Then, she reached behind her ass, as she rocked back and forth, giving his balls an intoxicating squeeze.

"Cum with me, Jude. Crash and explode inside me."

She rode harder, deeper, faster. One hand on his left nipple, pinching lightly; the other holding his balls as she ground down onto him. Shannah was being relentless.

A Tigress. He brought out the animal inside her. He made her a Tigress.

She began panting, feeling him hit her cervical mound and grazing her G-spot. Jude's hand found her clit, circled it mercilessly, causing the rippled walls of her vaginal passage to narrow, closing in on the explorer inside. That was just enough to send them both over the cliff of ecstasy.

Tumbling...

Tumbling...

Tumbling.

Jude came with a fury. Each eruption caused his body to tremble and convulse as the ropes of his orgasm whipped him like a 'cat of nine tails'. It was all he could do to breathe, much less let the tangled strands of Shannah's hair, free.

Shannah's nectar poured from her, adding to their sensual mix. She rolled off of him and lay there with her head on his chest, panting. Their juices drained from her with every after-shocking quake of her sex.

Jude was trying to regain composure. He looked so relaxed. It was almost if he could fall asleep.

"Mmm, Wow! What an appointment! I can honestly say, I've not experienced such a...um... shampoo in my life. Thank you for this wonderful surprise. This gives a whole new meaning to the word, 'hair-do', she giggled. "What I got was far better!" She smiled with a gleam that could brighten any dark place.

He spoke breathlessly, "Cherie, I will be right back."

"Where are you going?" she said in a whimper.

He just smiled and turned around to step away. Shannah savored the vision of his backside.

GOD what an incredible ass!!!

She licked her lips, as visions of their love-making were still fresh in her mind.

Jude returned, carrying 2 flutes of champagne and a bowl of fresh strawberries.

He handed her a glass. As she sipped the sweetness, he dipped a strawberry into the champagne and traced her nipples with it, then took a bite of the berry and kissed her. He moved swiftly to her aching, succulent nipples.

"Ya know ma cherie, we do need to schedule a real appointment to do your hair, soon." Jude smiled with a devilish grin.

"How's tomorrow...night?" His eyes sparkled.

Shannah smirked using a strawberry of her own, to return the favor, only this time, she moved south.

My LongHaired Lady Carol

All my life I have been in love with long hair. My first babysitter
had hair almost to her knees. Whenever my parents were going out I
could not wait for my sitter to arrive. She was 17 and like many
girls in the sixties she had incredible thick long hair but knowing
that my parents were very conservative she always arrived with her
mane neatly put up in a bun wearing simple clothes. What they did not
know was that in her purse was her brush. Simply meant for me to have
fun with. She had been my sitter for as long as I can remember and
from the time I can remember I was always wanting to play with it.
Now don't get me wrong, this was all quite innocent. I was only six at
the time and there was not possible way anything sexual could or would
ever happen but all the same, she was more then happy to keep me quiet
while she would watch tv. How easy a job this was for her! She got a
kid that was not a little snot and as a bonus she would get to have
her hair brushed until I was so tired I just fell asleep. Usually
still holding the brush halfway stuck down her back. And I know she
must have truly enjoyed it as she never said no to my request to play
with all that hair.

Well, as most early experiences in life, the love of long hair stuck
with me. As I grew older and more aware of the fairer sex the first
thing I would judge a woman by was how long and pretty her hair was.
And if the hair was exceptional, other physical aspects were
overlooked. As I saw it, she may not be all that pretty but her hair
would make up for it in spades. And this usually ended up being a
bonus for me as they were just happy that a nice looking guy was
actually showing genuine attraction to them as my passion was not just
a way to get into her pants (or in my case, my fingers and whatever
else they would allow into their hair).

Most of the girls and then as I became a man women I dated had hair at
least to their waist. Anything less would just not do it for me and I
have probably missed out on many an incredible sexual encounter with a
woman with much shorter hair but still I held to my passions and I
have never regretted it.

I ended up with a Masters degree in college in accounting. Unlike
many of my graduating class I chose to not join a normal firm but
instead I went to work for an accounting temp agency. This had a
wonderful advantage for me as I was never in the same place for too
long of a time which I felt would give me a chance to meet many more
woman then usually possible if I had stayed in one place. And for
this reason alone I picked the career road less traveled.

One assignment would make this choice the smartest move I have ever
made in my life next to the first time I asked that babysitter to let
me brush her hair and here is that story.

It was an assignment in another state at a very large textiles company
in the mid-west. I made arrangements for the 6 month assignment with
my landlord and packed my bags for the new job.

I arrived on a Friday afternoon and decided to go and meet my new
surroundings before checking into the hotel. When I arrived at the
corporate headquarters I found myself surrounded by almost all the
employees out in the parking lot having an summer company party.
After asking around I finally found my new boss and he was quick to
put a beer in my hand and a plate of ribs in the other. I found a
seat and started on the food when I began watching the sack race.
There were about ten teams lined up ready to start the race and with
the number of people in front of me I could not see the action very
well. The race started with much cheering and laughter when all of a
sudden two of the teams bumped into each other. Both teams fell to the
ground but what caught my eye was that one of the women, she was what
many men would consider "average" black rimmed glasses and rather
plain clothing but where my eyes were drawn to was the momentary
glimpse of what appeared to be the largest bun I have ever seen in my
life. And I have seen and been with a few exceptional women with hair
to their knees and thick and ever so soft but from the limited view I
had I could have sworn that as she was falling that bun exploded. I
could not find another word to describe it other then that! I mean
her hair went EVERYWHERE! And before I could set my plate down and
get a much better look she was already gathering herself up and moving
off into the opposite direction into the crowd. I tried to make my
way through the hundreds of people to see just who this woman was but
there was just no way I was going anywhere fast. Before I knew it she
was gone and I never saw her the rest of the day. I decided to not
ask about who she was as it would have seemed strange coming from a
newbie so I just let it go for the moment. I did however decide that I
was going to find out just who she was when the time presented itself.

The weekend passed so slowly as the more I thought about her the worse
my curiosity got, Monday could not get here soon enough.

On my fist day at work I was taken to my cubicle and was introduced to
those in my department I would be working with in the accounting dept.
Everyone seemed very nice but the cubicle right across from me was
empty of it's occupant. I took at look at the nameplate and it read
"Carole Sturm – Accounts Payable". The work space was neat and almost
sterile. Under that space next to the chair was her purse and it was
open. I took a quick look and besides the usual things found in such
a place was an enormous brush and from what I could tell a pretty
expensive one. I was beginning to think my luck was on the up.

The morning passed and as lunch approached still no "Carole". So a
little disappointed I left for my hour break. When I returned I had
actually forgotten about the cubicle next to me and did not even look
into it as I sat down to begin going over my work again. As I began
to get lost into what I was doing a voice said "Hi, you must be Ken.
I guess I should introduce myself since we will be working together.
I'm Carole". I looked up and sitting across from me looking straight
at me was the woman from the sack race! I just about died right then
and cracked out a pretty sorry "hi". I felt like freshman in high
school being asked for a pencil from the prom queen! I finally
managed a smile and rolled across the floor extending my hand to shake
hers. She was actually a lot prettier closer up but her taste in
clothing was just as plain and conservative as at the picnic. But
there was potential there. More them most women could ever hope for.
I decided to play it very cool and keep the tone on a very pleasant
basis. As I rolled my chair back to my space I watched her turn back
around to her computer with put her back to be and as she turned I
just about had a heart attack. The bun was larger then any I had ever
seen in my life anywhere. It was a bigger then a softball by almost
double. It was an incredible deep brown and not a hair was out of
place. The bun was perfect for lack of a better word and not a pin
could be seen holding it up which made me even wonder if it was real
except that I did see it all come down only a few days before. Well,
needless to say I was not going to be getting much work done today as
I just could not pry my eyes from that bun the rest of the day.

For the next few weeks I just played nice. Carole and I were actually
on the same project trying to clear up accounts and getting things up
to date. I was hoping that I could stretch this assignment out for
much longer then the initial six months but Carole was no slouch when
it cam to what she does. Good luck would have it that there were
thousands of accounts that needed attention and for that I was most
grateful. The one depressing thing was that Carole wore that hair the
exact same way every day. Never wavering in any way and her clothes
seemed to all look alike. But one day she did wear a simple blouse
and from that I could tell she was hiding under that top one very
large pair of breasts. Funny how the boring clothing she wore could
keep something like that hidden from everyone else.

Over time I got to chat often with her. She was thankfully single.
Lived alone and had a cat. She did not seem to be active in much in
her spare time other then reading. But the more I got to know her the
more I could tell that she at least liked to be around me. After
about a month I decided to ask her out for dinner. She seemed kind of
stunned by this and I was beginning to think that she was going to
turn me down when she asked me why I would want to go out with someone
like her. I have been in this position before and from experience I
have learned to play it cool. I told her that I thought that she was
a very nice person and that I enjoyed working with her. She then came
right back with "but you are such good looking Ken, why would you want
to be seen with someone so plain as I?" I paused for a moment and
then just said that I thought she was very pretty and that everyone
has things that they find attractive in a person. She looked a bit
puzzled but then a smile slightly broke out and she coyly said "OK,
what time?" I told her 7 would be good and was there any food she was
fond of. "Whatever you like is fine with me, I'm real easy." How I
hoped she was! But keeping my charm under control I said "Great, can
I pick you up at your place?" She was at ease enough now that we had
worked together for some time that she gave me her address and said
she would be ready at 7.

So with that being said we went back to work for the rest of the day
and never mentioned it again.

At 7 I arrived at her condo and with some pretty flowers in hand I
rang then bell. "Come in" she yelled "I'm almost ready Ken". I
turned the knob and open the door went. In side was a rather clean
and neat place with a large white cat sitting in the middle of the
floor. I walked up to the cat and began to scratch his head when I
head from behind me "Wow, he never comes up to strangers, let alone
most people! I'm very impressed". I told her he had a beautiful cat
and asked what his name was. "Snowball. I'm afraid it's not very
original but my niece named him." "Well hello Snowball." I said and
with that he got up and began to walk over to Carole. I turned around
to see my date and found she looked almost as she did at work but with
maybe slightly nicer colors. Not inappropriate for a date but no
where close to "look at me!" either. And, on top of that, her hair
was the status quo. Same huge bun in exactly the same way as always.
Still, I do love that look so I asked if she was ready to go and she
nodded her head.

We soon arrived at the restaurant, I had picked out a dark and
romantic Italian place that had it's seating in private booths with
curtains. She knew of the place and was actually excited as she had
never been here but always wanted to try it. Score one for Ken!

We were led to our booth and I was given the wine list. "Red or white
Carole?" I asked. "Well, I have never had a drink before so you
choose" she replied. I chose white as I thought that red may be too
much for her to handle for the first time. Our wine arrived and I
motioned for the waiter to just leave the bottle. I raised my glass
to hers and said "to us then." She simply nodded and took a sip. I
could tell she liked it very much and in no time I had poured her
another. After a while the food arrived and we talked about our
childhoods. She grew up on a farm not too far away and her parents
still worked it. I could then see why she dressed the way she did as
she had no other influence then that farm. As the food was finished
we kept the wine flowing. I then ordered another bottle with no
objections from her. Score two for Ken! I finally slowed down her
pace after her fifth glass. I could tell she was now getting a bit
loopy. She then looked at me and blurted out "Ken, why are you here
with me?" With a kind of sad look on her face. I told her again that
I thought she was very pretty and nice to be with but she kept
prodding for another reason. All the while she and I were sliding
around the bench towards the middle of the table. I looked into her
eyes and said "well, there is something about you I just find
absolutely incredible." "What?" was her reply and I moved my hand to
the back of her head and gave her bun a little squeeze. "My hair???
You actually like all this mess of hair?" "Yes, Carole, since I first
saw you fall at the company picnic and I caught a glimpse of it all
falling out everywhere. I was instantly taken by you right then and
there." A smile grew on her face and she said "you want to really
touch it, don't you?" What I did not know was that her hand had moved
under the table and was resting on my lap. I actually did not even
feel it there as she then said "why don't you really touch it, all you
want. Just don't take it down here as I can't get it back up when we
leave". That was all the encouragement I needed and I began to stroke
the sides of the bun. It was so huge and thick! I was in absolute
heaven when I felt something down below. "I see you were not
kidding!" She giggled. "I'm glad you like it. Would you like to play
with it even more?" "Very much!" I almost exclaimed forgetting we
were in a public place. "Well pay the check and lets get out of here."
With that I took her advice and soon we were back at her place.

Once inside she told me to sit down and just be comfortable. I took
off my coat and loosened my tie as she stumbled off to another room.
It seemed like hours while Snowball and I waited for his mistress to
return. Finally, she arrived in a very soft blue silk dress. "Do you
like?" I was awestruck! Her hair was still up but it now somehow
seemed even bigger and I was right! She was stacked! And not a
little but a lot! And this gown did not leave much for the
imagination either. "Snowball, go find a mouse or something" she
giggled as she practically fell onto the sofa half on top of me. We
both laughed and then she said "OK Ken, do you know how to use one of
these?" and she handed me the same brush I saw in her purse. I gladly
took it and just whispered "yes". She turned around with her back to
me and that was the signal to begin. I found that she used very dark
and large pins to keep that mound up. I then remembered those days
letting down my babysitters hair and had no trouble removing the right
pins first to prevent the usual tangles. But I took it slow and
removed each one with purpose. Slowly she was down to only 3 pins
left yet the bun was still mostly intact. "You do know what you are
doing!" She smiled and I could tell this night was one for the record
books! As the last of the pins came out I was still holding the bun
in place with both my hands. "Now stand up Carole" I asked and
together we got up off the couch. Then I said "here we go" and I let
it all just unfold. For a moment I said nothing. And then I could
hear her asking "Is everything alright Ken?" I was in shock. He hair
just piled on the floor! And not a small pile, it lay there like a
pillow! I finally blurted out a yes as I began to gather up the ends
of this mane. I then started to walk backwards almost tripping on the
coffee table and yet there was till more hair! I was over 8 feet
long! The ends were just as thick and full as the top and it was so
soft I was beginning to think I would explode right in my pants. She
then turned around and looked at me. Again, she seems a bit sad when
she asked if everything was alright. I began to see what was bothering
her, she felt that her hair may be so long that it was a turn off. I
look back at her and told her I was in love! She was almost as
stunned as I was with my response as I was with her hair. "You mean
you actually like all this hair???" "Carole, I am in awe. I love
your hair. I love that you have spent what must be your life to grow
it this long and yes Carole, I love you."

Tears came from her eyes as she almost tripped on her own hair running
to me. I let go of her hair and we fell back down on the couch with
our lips locked hard in what seemed to be forever. Finally she lifted
up and said "Ken, you are the only man that has not thought I was some
freak for having hair this long. As a child my favorite book was
about Rapunzel and so I decided to grow my hair just like hers. But I
found in college that every man I went on a date with would end it
short the moment she saw my hair. And back then it was only to my
knees. But I knew some man would someday find me and love it as much
as I do. Ken, you are that man. I love you too".

With that we moved to her bedroom where she had already lit many
candles giving the room the right light for the occasion. She removed
my shirt and pants and I was already at full mast when she let her
silk dress fall from her shoulders to the floor. She then got on her
knees and wrapped her hair around my cock and began to suck the
exposed end of it. Well, that was enough to make any man cum and I
did. All over her face and hair. She did not make a fuss, in fact
she was loving every minute of it! With that she took me to the bed
where in no time I was back reporting for duty! This went on all
night until we both passed out from exhaustion. The next morning I
woke up alone in here bed. As I came too I could hear sounds from the
kitchen. I put on a robe I found at the foot of the bed and followed
the wonderful smells of bacon. There she was, in a kinda frumpy
housecoat with all her hair piled again up neatly in that bun she was
known for. Sit down honey, I have it almost ready. As the memories of
the night before began to fill my head I again became erect. "Carole.
Will you do something for me?" She looked over her shoulder and
sweetly said "Anything for you". "Then turn off the stove, I must do
something that I have always fantasized about… That is if you'll let
me." Without hesitation she turned off the stove and walked over to
me at the table. "Oh my Ken! Again?!" She cooed. "Well sort of. . .
Please sit on the floor in front of me and take out all the pins out
but keep it held together." "OK" she obediently replied and when the
last one was out I opened my robe and slowly inserted my dick into
that bun. "Oh my God! What are you doing?" she giggled. "Something
I have been dying to do all my life, I hope it's OK?" "Lover, do
whatever you want. Infact, don't; pull it out. Just cum in there. I
know you want that." And so I did, I stood up and fucked that bun
silly. I was in total heaven and as I had cum so many times the night
before I went for 30 minutes before I exploded inside that bun. I
knew then I owned that bun, that hair that women. And this was just
what I wanted. After I came she just said "All better Honey? You can
fuck this hair till you drop. I love how you feel inside it."
"Carole, you know what we must do don't you?" "Of course Dear, we
will be married and do this for each other till we die" And she was
right of course, smart girl that she was.

Later after we got cleaned up I helped her get her hair dry, I also
know why now it's always in a bun, it stays wet all day as she never
blows it dry. After we got dressed I said "Can we go shopping? I
want to pick out something a bit less plain for you" "Whatever you
want, I'm yours now to have as you wish."

We went to the mall and instead of going to her usual places we went
to a rather progressive store. I picked out some damn sexy on the
verge of slutty outfits for her and also some thigh high boots to go
with it. "When shall I wear this?" she asked. "Monday morning of
course! This is your new work clothes!" "Oh really?" was all she said
but with a very wicked smile on her face all the time! We then bought
many other outfits and then with our hands full returned back to her
place for another night of fucking like animals. When Monday morning
arrived I told her to be 20 minutes late. I went in first as I wanted
to see the look on all the others in the dept. Soon enough the
elevator opened and out walked what looked like a high priced hooker,
6 inch thigh high black boots, red almost see-thru top with a ton of
cleavage showing and no bra (you see, 40ff's at 25 will stand all on
their own) and a black mini-skirt that when she bent over all you saw
was the little red G-String panties leaving nothing to the
imagination. But up still was the bun. Well, for about 20 steps
when she pulled the one stick holding it all up was pulled in a rather
seductive was and there fell the 8 feet of hair like a cape dragging
behind here as she walked to her cubicle. Jaws were dropping
everywhere. Men who had never given her the time of day were trying
hard to just remember her damn name. Some of the older men started
walking to the men's room for reasons all their own. Women were just
staring wishing they were even half as good looking as her.

As for me, well, I only noticed the 3 carat ring on my wife's hand.
See, we got married on Sunday. . .

Fucking Long Hair Of Three Ladies

I ran into quite a lot of money recently. More money than I know what to do with and I’ll certainly never have to work again. Fortunately, I’ve always had this fantasy about one of the things I’d do if this situation ever arose. Since I have a fairly extreme passion for long hair on women, I thought it would be great to open a salon catering to the longhaired woman. Nothing new in the idea but think of all the longhaired women I’d meet. I knew exactly what I must do. I found a location out in the country and started building my haven for longhaired women. It has to usual salon equipment but with a few extras. I put in a juice and sandwich bar and a living room with a turn-of-the-century country look. In the back are two personal massage rooms. I’ve called the place ‘Cascades’.

The first order of business is to hire someone to run it for me. Not having much of a business background I knew it would be better to let someone else have the reigns. I wanted a woman to run it, thinking this might put most women at ease. I advertised and started with the interviews. On the second day of interviews in walks a woman I would soon find out to be the ‘man’ for the job. She was wearing some unusual clothes for an interview but I thought that might be a good sign in this case. I told her about the salon specialty and said she had a great resume. “What else do you think you could bring to this salon?”

This woman, named Rachel, stood in front of my desk in my temporary office and pulled off her leather hat. I didn’t think I could fall in love this fast! Her shiny, silky, super thick dark black hair fell quickly to a few inches below her knees!! She said, “I think I could bring some understanding of longhaired women to the job”. And she turned. Her dark silky black mane had some gold highlights to it and was pencil straight until the last few inches where there was a two-way wave. Somehow I managed to stutter; “you’re hired!”

I continued to tell her about my policies for Cascades. I wanted her to help me with the hiring of hairdressers right away. I also told her that because of my financial situation I could afford to pay employees very well and didn’t mind if the place lost a little money. She looked a little puzzled and that’s when I told her of Cascades’ special long hair policy. Any woman that keeps her hair past her butt (if she can sit on her hair) gets all of our services free. I definitely wanted to encourage these women to keep it growing. Rachel said, “this is going to be a great place to work!”.

Rachel and I became very close very fast. We would sit in the office and talk after hours. After a couple of months we became lovers and she found out how strong my fetish for hair was. She found out that she could make me cum quickly with a few kisses and my shaft wrapped in her thick hair. Sometimes she would barge into the office in the middle of the day and lock the door. “Try to be quite for a few minutes,” she whispered as she pulled on my zipper. I grinned as I grabbed two handfuls of her thick soft hair and she started caressing my penis with her tongue. “Oh, look what I’ve done now,” she says as she gives me a wink. “I’ve gone and got it all wet; I better dry it before I go.” She pulls all of her long soft tresses to the right side of her head and proceeds to wrap it around my hard shaft until there’s an enormous mound of black hair on my lap with just the tip showing at the top. She knows me well and just a minute or two of pumping my hair covered penis she has me Cumming like a fountain all over my stomach and chest. She unwraps her hair from my penis and hands me a towel as she ties her hair into a beautiful ponytail. She whispers “thank you” in my ear as I wipe myself and wonder why she’s saying that to me when it should be the other way around. “I have to talk to you about something after closing tonight,” as she winks and her long silky ponytail swings as she goes back out to the salon.

After closing she locks the door and starts sweeping the floor. As casually as possible I bring up what I’ve been trying to guess about all afternoon. She walks over to the counter of the juice bar where I am cleaning. She leans on the bar and says, “We’ve been open for about six months now and we’ve had some beautiful longhaired ladies as regulars.” “Yes, I’ve noticed a few,” I said. She continues confidently, “I guess I know you well enough to ask this straight out.” “What do you think of lesbian sex?” She really already knows my answer. “I love it very much; it is a really big turn-on for me. Especially if the women are as beautiful as you.” She says, “I’ve thought as much, which is great because you’ve probably already figured out I’m bisexual by now.” I told her I had my hopes up about that but I thought it might be too good to be true.

After six months in operation we have a couple of women that come after hours for special attention. Rachel tells me she wants to get to know these two women better and asks if I wouldn’t mind leaving her alone with them when they come in for their next after hours appointment. I wholeheartedly encouraged it and it wasn’t more than a few days when the first of the two women called for another special appointment. After about a month later Rachel walks into the office with a very big grin on her face. She has a reserved excitement on her face. I signal to her to close the door and practically beg her to tell me whatever it is! She says, “I think BOTH women seem receptive to my advances!!!” I can’t hold back my excitement; “if you make love with either of them, I want the details if not the video!!”

The two targets of Rachel’s passions are Carol and Deb. Carol is a wonderful Greek woman who stands five feet on her tall days. She’s made a point of saying she’s 4’11” and ¾. She’s a funny woman who gets very special treatment from us because of her soft thick brown hair. She has to wear it up in some way because if she lets it all down there is about six inches dragging on the floor!! It’s almost as wide as her body. One night during one of her after hour’s appointments, she showed us something amazing. She let all of her hair down and put her hands behind her neck and then spread it all around herself. It completely covered her body leaving only her face showing. Rachel has known that I’ve had dreams about Carol ever since that night. She has too.

Deb on the other hand is a giant in comparison at five foot six. Deb could and has modeled. A very beautiful face and incredible body, Deb (like Carol) is more than just great hair. Deb has got that sexy two-tone blonde hair and it stops at mid-thigh. She says she wants to grow it as long as Carol’s hair because she loves the compliments she gets and the way it feels on her skin. I can imagine that feeling very well! Deb’s hair is incredible for another reason. It’s so silky that it doesn’t stay in any style for long. If she puts it in a braid it falls out within a few hours. It’s absolute heaven to watch it move when she walks out of the salon. Rachel knows I’ve dreamt of sticking my penis in it over and over.

Carol walked in on a Thursday afternoon. Rachel called me out of the office when Carol came up to the front desk. Carol looked fantastic as usual with half of her hair tied up under a hat and the rest hanging in a ponytail down to her waist. She said, “I just stopped in for a minute to request another after hours appointment for tomorrow night. My hair could use the special treatment it gets here.” Rachel and I just smiled at each other and said no problem. Trying to keep the excitement out of her voice, Rachel says, “see you tomorrow after six!?” Carol smiles and starts to turn towards the door then stops, “and I’ll have a surprise for the two of you tomorrow evening.”

The next 24 hours seemed to drag on longer than the Civil War. Waiting and wondering made time seem like one of those hallways in a science fiction movie. It just keeps getting longer as you walk down it. We closed up shop and started our routine. About 6:15 we hear a knock on the windowpane. Both of us could hardly contain ourselves. We literally dropped what we were doing. Rachel opened the door and Carol stepped into the doorway. I could see right away that all of her hair was up. “This is one of the surprises I told you about” Carol says. She turns her head to the side to reveal the most massive and intricate bun Rachel or I have ever seen! It seems like she tied her hair into a ponytail then twisted it and pulled it up into a series of turns and figure eight’s and fold through. It was a little less than twice the size of her head!!! It looked like four pounds of hair! My mouth was stuck open and Rachel just blurted, “OH MY GOD!” “I take it you like it then?” Carol laughs. “There’s one more surprise I have tonight.” She leans back a step and reaches for something outside the door in the dark. In walks Deb! “I hoped that I could get some of the special treatment too,” Deb whispers. Knowing we wouldn’t say no, she smiles. Rachel practically pulls the two women into the shop and locks the door behind them. “This way ladies,” as she turns out the lights to the front of the salon. It’s when Carol says, “For a little while I’d like to be in charge of things” that I get the idea Rachel and these ladies have already gotten physical with each other when I wasn’t around. Carol kisses Rachel gently and asks for two of the shampoo chairs to be put back to back.

I have a hunch this is going to be the best night of my life. As Carol starts to take off Rachel’s clothes, Deb walks over to me and starts unbuttoning my shirt. She whispers in my ear, “We didn’t want you to be left out of the fun anymore.” I’ve been hard as a rock since Carol turned her head at the front door and now it was getting even harder, if that’s possible. Within a few minutes we’re all naked and Carol starts directing. She sits down in one of the shampooing chairs and points to Deb. Deb playfully stand at attention. “Get over here and lick my pussy like you do so well!” she commands. Deb immediately kneels in front of Carol and dives between her legs. Deb’s long silky blonde hair slide off the sides of her back and hangs to the floor as her tongue eagerly goes to work. Carol quickly directs Rachel to take all the bottles off the nearby shelf and lay the shelf across the arms of the chair. She tells Rachel to sit on the shelf facing her so she can start to work on Rachel’s incredible tits. There are many great things about Rachel and one of them is her beautiful 34 E cups. And Rachel loves them as much as I do. Apparently, so does Carol!!

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, Carol getting a great pussy licking from Deb while she is sucking and licking Rachel’s beautiful tits! In between moans, Carol points to the chair behind her. She stops long enough to explain, “Rachel has told us all about you, so get on the other chair in back of me and fuck this bun! And don’t stop, I want that special conditioner of yours dripping all over my bun!” I was so hard I almost came without touching anything! I climbed onto the chair and bent my legs slightly. I teased myself a little by taking my hard shaft and rubbing it along both side of this massive bun in front of me. Rachel starts saying the sexiest things while she watches me. “Look at that massive head of soft hair! Don’t you want to stick your penis in there and fuck it?! Pick one of those folds and stick your hard cock all the way in!” I push my hard cock down and pick one of the folds in this intricate bun and slide my cock in. Carol’s moans are getting louder as I push my shaft into her bun all the way up to my balls. It’s such a big bun; my penis goes all the way in and still doesn’t hit the back of her head. I place a hand on either side of Carol’s bun and squeeze her soft locks around my shaft and start to pump. From my vantage point I can see Deb’s head moving side to side licking and fingering Carol’s pussy. And I have a perfect view of Carol licking, squeezing, and sucking on Rachel’s E cups. I know I can’t hold out against such exquisite pleasure for long. As Rachel starts yelling, “fuck that big soft bun! Cum on her bun! “Hair fucking is great!!” I start squirting the first of my cum deep inside Carol’s massive bun. I pull out and make the third, fourth, fifth, and sixth squirts create long streaks of white across the folds and curves of Carol’s hair. Rachel keeps her wonderful sexual comments coming as Carol pulls her head back in ecstasy as Deb’s tongue does it’s magic. Rachel suddenly says, “It’s my turn!” And I know this is going to be a long heavenly night in the salon.

Rachel wants to wash the cum out of Carols hair and instructs Deb and I to give a little show while she’s at the sink with Carol. She gently takes Carol’s hair out of its confines and lowers most of it in the sink. There’s so much hair on Carol that only half of it actually fits in the sink at once. The last two feet of Carol’s cum stained hair falls over the side of the sink. Rachel starts the warm water rinse while she commands me to go down on Deb. Deb’s all for that as she flips her long blonde tresses over the top of her head and points to the floor in front of her. I kneel down on the floor in between her lovely soft legs and she lays her hair over the back of my head. Carol really gets into this show quickly and she cheers me on as I start licking and sucking on Deb’s clit. As Rachel creates mounds of lather in Carol’s hair she leans forward so Carol can easily suck on her right tit. Carol alternates between sucking and watching me work on Deb. Deb starts to moan with her spasms as I can hear the sound of the blow dryer on Carol’s long tresses. Carol’s five and a half feet of hair is soon soft and warm again. I want to fuck it already but I know there’s more to come.

Now that I know Rachel has had sex with these two women, I can tell she’s already thought of some “activities” she wanted to try with the two of them together. She grabs Deb by the hand and says, “this way ladies….and gentleman!” I can tell I’m going to love Rachel even more after tonight. She’s sharing these two longhaired ladies with me and she has the excitement of a fourth grader on the first day of summer. Rachel’s reveling in the director’s role now and she instructs Deb to get on the end of the message table facing inward. Then she tells Carol to lay down on her back with her legs draped over Deb’s legs, their pussies facing each other. Rachel then climbs on top of Carol in a sixty-nine position. What a dreamlike site. Deb has straddled the massage table with her thigh length, thick blonde hair hanging off the end of the table. Carol’s on her back underneath Rachel and her super long brown hair is hanging off the other end of the massage table with about two feet of it lying on the floor. Rachel’s on top and her long silky hair is flowing down her back and over her ass. Rachel points to her ass as she turns to go down on both pussies. I climb on the end of the massage table and guide my rock hard cock through Rachel’s thick hair and start to fuck her from behind. Carol enjoys the view as she caresses my ass with her soft brown hair. Soon our massage room is filled with moans and the smell of sex. Rachel soon cums as Deb has her second orgasm of the night.
In a gasping voice, Rachel says, “can I direct one more thing?” Deb blurts out, “OF COURSE!!” Rachel asks Carol and Deb to clear the table and tells me to lie on my back. With Deb on my left and Carol next to her, Rachel stands on the right side of the table. I think I know what’s coming as I hold my stiff ***** upright. Rachel tells the other two ladies to pull their beautiful hair over their right shoulder and she does the same. “Now Deb,” Rachel says, “take your gorgeous blonde silk and wrap it once counterclockwise around his hard *****.” “Carol, you do the same just above Deb’s hair.” I know this is going to spoil me for life and I didn’t care! Then Rachel takes her super thick black hair and finishes off the stack of hair on my *****. “OK ladies, we know what to do” says Rachel.

The three women start to gather their hands around my hair covered ***** and slowly pump up and down. Rachel whisper’s in a low almost husky voice, “Come on dear, fuck all this thick soft hair wrapped around your beautiful cock….yeah….that’s it….fuck it!….fuck it!!!” Soon I’m Cumming like a fountain. Some of it lands on the side of Deb’s face and the rest flows over their hands and into the silky and blond tresses wrapped around my shaft!
I lay on the table almost exhausted in my hair fucking heaven. With my eyes half shut I hear Rachel say, “I think we may have spoiled him for good, he’ll want this kind of fun every week.” Then I hear Deb say, “If this cum in my hair has done what I think it has, he can have this kind of fun anytime!” She continues, “I believe it’s time for some hair washing fun, girls.” After their cum soaked hair slides off my body, I follow the three of them into the shampoo room. Deb gathers up her long blonde hair and slides into one of the chairs as she rests her golden tresses into the sink. She asks Carol to do the honors with a lot of shampoo. I lead Rachel to the other sink and set the chair for her. Carol wastes no time and starts to rinse the cum out of Deb’s beautiful locks with very warm water. I keep one eye on Carol as I straddle the chair and pile Rachel’s thick hair into the sink. Carol quickly has mounds of lather built up as she caresses Deb’s scalp. Deb is purring with the soothing fingers of Carol and she starts to massage her left tit. As Deb reaches up with her right hand to pull one of Carol’s tits into her mouth, I turn my attention back to Rachel’s mound of hair. I’ve done this before with Rachel because she loves it when I cum in her hair. She says her hair is silkier where ever the cum lands. Rachel gently caresses my ass as I massage a cupful of shampoo into her long tresses. The combination of lather in my hands, Rachel’s E-cups rubbing against my stomach, and the moans from the sink next door, unbelievably I’m stirring again. If this is going to be a regular thing, I don’t know how long I’m going to last! I pull myself over to one side of the sink. As Rachel turns her head slightly to watch the other two women, I surprise her (just a little) when I gather two handfuls of warm suds and start to spread it all over her wonderful tits. She arches her back in grateful acceptance as she starts to squirm in the chair. I come around front again to continue washing her great tits. She steals some of the warm lather and spreads it all over her pussy. With one hand she pets her pussy and the other hand scoops up some lather and deposits it on my now stiffening cock. I look over for a second and see Deb’s beautiful hair is getting a rinsing and they’ll soon be switching places. I believe Carol’s five and a half feet of hair is going to need more than one pair of hands.

Rachel is now cumming and bucking underneath me. As her spasms subside, I lean forward and start to rinse the suds out of her thick hair. Rachel looks up at me with a grin and I wink at her and tilt my head towards the other sink. She looks over and nods in silent agreement. It’s time we reward the lady who brought us the two surprises in the first place. Rachel gets up and I help her with a fresh towel over her hair. She arranges the towel and we both walk over to stand next to Deb at the other sink. Carol looks up with a big smile as she sits in the shampoo chair. “What’s this!?”, she coyly whispers. Rachel puts two fingers on Carol’s lips and declares, “It’s time you got the royal treatment for the wonderful surprises you gave to us tonight.” Rachel stands directly in front of Carol and grabs both of Carol’s hands. She places Carol’s hands right on Carol’s own tits and says, “Relax and enjoy, that’s an order!” I reach for the shampoo bottle as Deb piles Carol’s hair in the sink. Rachel kneels in between Carol’s thighs and her toweled head dives into her pussy.


In just a few minutes, Deb and I have four hands working up tons of squishy lather and Rachel has Carol working on another orgasm. Rachel keeps gently licking Carol’s clit while she signals me to switch places. Carol’s eyes are closed and she doesn’t seem to care about the movement she is hearing. Rachel takes my place in Carol’s hair and Deb takes some hot water and suds and goes to work on Carol’s tits. Carol arches her back in lust at the touch of these two women, that’s when I take the opportunity to slide my now rock hard cock into her wet warm pussy. Carol moans with a little surprise in her voice as I slowly push my penis in up to my balls. I work my penis in and out in slow long strokes as I balance myself on the arms of the shampoo chair.

This is another great picture I’ll have in my mind for many years. I’m kissing Carol as Deb is massaging Carol’s wonderful tits and Rachel and Deb are kissing each other. Surprisingly, it doesn’t take very long before I pull out and cum all over Carol’s stomach and pussy. Then again, I should have known three very longhaired beautiful women could easily make me cum three times in one night.

The next morning Rachel and I open the shop for our busiest day of the week, Saturday. We go through the morning routine and as we are both walking past the shampoo chairs towards the office, Rachel strokes one of the arms of the chair and smiles at me. I playfully grab for my crotch and she laughs. Even if this place loses money, it’s going to be the best investment I’ll ever make. Rachel and I will be quite happy living together, having fun in between “special appointments.”