Here is a story i found on a forum
by GRP
I finally made up my mind to go through with it. For years, I had fantasized and was curious what it would actually be like. I had these curiosities since childhood and they eventually developed into fetishes. However, sometimes I would step away from myself and wonder “Why on earth do I so desperately want to be Tickle Tortured?”.
By surfing the Internet, I learned of the BDSM scene from the privacy of my own den. Eventually, I got the nerve to contact a Dominatrix who operated within reasonable driving distance from me. I exchanged information with her and followed instructions to make an appointment only when I was comfortably ready to do so. The day came and I made arrangements to visit her.
Arriving at the designated place, I walked up the steps to the front door. Mistress Beth carefully opened the door as she kept most of herself out of view to the outside. I was greeted with warm smile and a compliment on my punctuality and was granted permission to enter.
Ms Beth led me to a sitting room where I was free to relax and discuss my interests and the session in more detail with her. She was attired based on my previous correspondences. It was slightly beyond acceptable for an office setting. She was wearing a white silk blouse, a black skirt, nylon stockings and pumps. She sat directly across from me with her legs crossed. Her skirt had a long slit that assisted in showing off her legs. She was reviewing the questionnaire I previously filled out online. My butterflies were still there, however just seeing her sitting in that attire was quite erotic and tickled the fancy of my other fetishes.
“So tell me briefly about your interest in being tickled?” was her most pointed question. Since she could tell I was nervous and realized this was my first time to ever be subjected to it. Ms Beth made it a point to re-assure me that she is very experienced and will not to go beyond my limits, although she may push those limits to the extreme. She was very professional and demonstrated a sincere pleasantness and eventually my nerves settled down. She continued to inquire about my fantasies and fetishes in some detail.
She smiled coyly when I told her how beautiful her long black hair was.
It was soon time for part 1 of the session. I was led to a well-lit room that had several long candles burning for extra ambiance and fragrance. A large bed sat in the center of the room. There were large mirrors hanging on all four walls. I was instructed to strip and lie on my back on the bed. She left the room to change, and she said that as soon as she got back my session would begin!
After a few minutes, I heard the clicking of her heels approaching. Ms Beth must have switched on a stereo in the dungeon. I didn’t recognize the music. To put it simply, it sounded kind of creepy. As she opened the door, Mistress Beth said, “Let’s kill these lights!” She flipped a switch and the room went dark. Only the candlelight remained casting a dim glow throughout the room. As my eyes were adjusting to the change I did notice the tone of Ms Beth’s voice sounded less compassionate and was rather stern.
My head was facing away from the doorway, so I couldn’t see much except for her faint reflection in one of the mirrors. As her heels clicked closer she approached me from the side. She came within view finally and my stomach sank into a state of panic. Mistress Beth’s appearance had completely changed. She was wearing all black lace, a half bra, negligee, garter and even a thin black mask. Most disappointedly, she had also pinned her gorgeous red hair up and even covered it with a black scarf so it was totally hidden from my view. As I focused on her hands, I noticed her blood red fingernails and lipstick. They provided a stark contrasted to her sexy black outfit and smooth white skin. At this point, she began!
Her eyes were piercing through the mask and her blood red lipstick accented a sadistic smirk.
“You are going to quickly realize how much of a mistake you made by letting me tickle torture you like this!” She first rested her hand on my leg just above the knee, lightly squeezed (exposing the first of my numerous ticklish spots to her) a few times and then slowly began dragging her fingernails over my flesh. “…Because, I am going to tickle the living shit out of you! And remember this” as she leaned in close to my face “I’m not going to show you any mercy!”
She next disclosed the specifics of the safe word that didn’t give me any comfort. Ms Beth was going to tickle me for one solid hour. I could use the safe word one time and one time only and she would stop tickling me for one minute. After that, she would resume her tickling and only stop if she felt I was going to come too soon!
She began at my feet! She knew from the interview that I didn’t think my feet were very ticklish. She stared right into my eyes as she propped one hand on the table and lightly stroked the bottom of one foot. The first stoke caused me to twitch but the sensations would not cause me to break into laughter. I closed my eyes and focused on fighting. Every now and then I would open my eyes and see Mistress Beth staring at me. Her sadistic eyes still piercing into my mind. “Perhaps the top of your feet will be more sensitive” as she took her other hand and lightly scratched the top of the same foot.
This produced more intense sensations causing me to flex and move my foot in an effort to avoid her nails. “Ahhh, there’s a tickle spot!” she cooed. I wasn’t laughing as of yet, however I began verbally grunting in frustration at my failure to avoid the tickling. She began more of a verbal torment now. She was calling me her tickle slave.
After getting mixed success from my feet she took both hands and slowly tickled her way up my legs. She worked her way upward slowly, adding to the suspense.
My Mistress was smiling in glee as the effects of her tickling continued. “My Tickle Slave awakens!” She cooed. The slow dragging of her nails continued up my legs. Each inch of skin seemed more sensitive to her touch than the last. I was soon begging her to stop. I was getting what I asked for and this woman was paying no mind to my pleas. I would catch glimpses of myself thrashing about in the surrounding mirrors as well as my evil torturer who obviously was enjoying this! I did not yet utter my safe word, however I kept debating on doing it. Soon I learned that the inside of my thighs were very ticklish. Mistress Beth noticed too, and she lingered there for a very long time. This assault was brutal and I knew I couldn’t take too much more of it. My Mistress was diabolical now, remembering each spot that worked the best and continued stroking relentlessly. ”Tickle, tickle. I’m having so much fun I may never stop” were her only words. She said them in a slow, sensual tone. My body convulsed and jerked from her tickling. Finally I could take no more! And with that, I screamed my SAFEWORD. True to her word, she stopped! As I slowly calmed down, my Mistress continued her humiliation of me…”You barely lasted ten minutes. How on earth are you going to survive a full hour of this? Besides, I’m enjoying this too much, I may grant you a free extension of time. Perhaps two or three hours!” I knew I couldn’t survive being tickled for that long.
I was finding out that I just am too ticklish for this and perhaps I made a big mistake. I was also informed how much my penis is enjoying it as well. It was completely erect through this and was even twitching as I was regaining my composure. “Enjoy what’s left of your minute of rest my poor little tickle slave. It’s about half way over now”. She stepped away from me for a few seconds and removed the scarf and clip to let her long black hair tumble free. “I think I will give you a taste of how excruciating it can be for you to be tickle tortured with my soft hair for awhile!” Walking up closer to me, her sadistic smile reappeared as she said, “Your one minute rest is over!” With that, she began to lightly tickle my face with the ends of her hair. I soon learned how frustrating it was. My Mistress licked her lips as she smiled and enjoyed my frustrations. However, she grew annoyed with my head twisting about and eventually repositioned herself above the head of the bed and held my head still with her left arm. This torture coupled with the aroma of her scented hair added a special intoxication to this part of the session. Eventually, she concluded that my breathing was coming much too easily. She had a remedy for this as well. “You don’t seem to be in too much distress. Would you like your Mistress to smother you with her hair now?” I was begging for some relief from her tickling hair, however, I soon learned that this was just another method for her to add to my torment. She covered my face fully with her hair now and used her right hand to press it firmly over my mouth and nose. It was now becoming very hard for me to get enough oxygen, and she decided to increase my agony by lightly tickling my nipples with the fingers of her other hand. She was able to reach my throbbing penis as well and she stroked me lightly there once every minute or so. She eventually stopped this phase of her torture and laughed at my predicament.
The horror intensified as she retrieved the scarf and tied it over my mouth as a gag. I was told that since I had already used my safe word, my words would be of no importance anymore.
“Your armpits look so inviting. Shall I tickle them next? I was commanded to answer with “Yes Mistress, please tickle me there!” clearly (even through the gag) or she would add even more time to my torture session.
“Shall we try again? Shall I tickle your armpits next?” She commanded. I responded as best I could and with that, her fingernails started a vicious attack on my armpits. It was only a matter of seconds until I was thrashing again. She tickled up my arms and down my sides, sometimes with her fingers and sometimes with her hair for endless variations. Through this part of the session, she required more interactive communications from me while being tickled. I was to answer in a positive mode to questions and statements by her like “You just love it when your Mistress tickles you like this, don’t you?” Naturally, with the gag it was difficult to clearly say what was required. That was an added frustration my Mistress capitalized on and used as a method of punishing me by threatening an even more extended duration of this tickle torture.
Her torture continued on and on. By now, she knew my most sensitive areas and she would be focusing on all of them again and again. She scooted up on the bed a bit so she could easily reach my nipples and my balls and penis whenever she felt like it. Sitting so relaxed, with her legs crossed as her hands played me like a piano, she demonstrated how frustrating it was for her to stop tickling me for a few seconds, only to resume zealously just as I was settling down. Her favorite was to stroke me as near to orgasm as she could by lightly tickling with her fingers, then stop and make me count to 10 before she resumed with the even softer touch of her hair drifting across my throbbing manhood. She did this at least ten times with subtle variations such as wrapping her hair gently around my cock or using her hair to whip me. She repeatedly reminded me that there would be absolutely NO mercy whatsoever. “Oh you poor baby, it doesn’t tickle does it? ” she purred. “You are in so much trouble. You remember how much mercy I have right?”
“Oh yeah, remember I have NONE, absolutely no mercy for you, no matter how much you beg and plead, no matter how bad the torture seems, I will always have more in store for you. You are my tickle slave and I my NEVER let you go. Or cum either for that matter.”
“Oh I’m evil aren’t I, well you just have no idea. We are just getting started.”
She was taking her time knowing that I was lying there thinking about the torture still to come. She would never tire of torturing each and every square inch of my body. The sadistic look on her face told me that she was not kidding.
Beth eyed my erection and noticed it couldn't be any harder. "Well, are you sure you’re not just a little excited? I'll bet you'd love to explode with pleasure right about now. Well, you’re not in charge of that, so I’ll decide when you’re ready and if I feel like granting you your wish myself."
She covered my cock with her hair and at the same time she used long fingernails to tickle my balls. "Tickle, tickle. Would you like to cum my sweet tickle slave? Well, I don’t think so. I’m not going to let you off so easily.”
Next she produced a huge, bushy feather. It was black just like her silky outfit. After she made sure I had had a good look at it, she said, in a very flirty and teasing voice:
"3, 2, 1, GO!" and the feather descended upon me. The sensation was immediate and devastating. One, which I couldn’t stand, but didn’t want to lose either. She had again begun to tickle my balls and shaft, but with the feather this time. At the same time, she had circled her fingers around my cock and was stroking it slowly and methodically. Within seconds, to my horror and surprise, I was fully erect again. Mistress Beth giggled and said, "wow, looks like you enjoy this a lot more than you let on!" I was mortified, as all of my urges were now replaced with a single desire to climax. She began stroking a little harder and a little faster now. Almost there, almost there, and finally - nothing. Mistress Beth stopped stroking, smirked and began to tickle my chest and nipples with her feather again.
"No. NO!" I yelled through the gag. “Please finish me now. I’m begging you. Please let me cum.” She giggled again heartlessly and continued to tickle me. Never before, had I been that close only to be brought crashing down. Mistress Beth kissed me gently on the forehead, and purred teasingly: "Oh, you didn't think I'd let you off that easily, did you?" with an evil smirk, she resumed tickling my underarms.
All thought of orgasm disappeared now, to my utter horror there was only the tickle torture that remained as a constant reminder of my mistake in allowing this Mistress to have her way with me. I was in tickle hell now, and there was no getting out. I felt the familiar sensations on my balls again, but this time the tickling did not stop. I was getting close, so close... I would surely manage it this time...
With a cackle, Mistress Beth squeezed my cock, and let go. I screamed in frustration. This was a whole new experience for me, and I didn’t know how long I could stand it before I went completely insane. Then the tickling stopped.
Mistress had pulled over a chair, and was now towering above me. She sat with her long hair dangling directly above me.
"You know," she said, "I can give you release... If I want to." She giggled again. "You're completely at my mercy now. If you please me with your responses for the next few minutes, I MAY consider it. First, it’s time for me to remove that gag so that I can hear what you have to say."
"So," she purred, sliding a bare hand down the inner curve of my thigh.
"What... are you starting now?" I asked, and suddenly she slapped my face.
"Did I say you could talk yet?"
"No...no mistress..." I replied. She began to slowly drag her hair up and hair down my body. I fought to keep control... to not squirm or beg her... But she kept her long hair rubbing and drifting back and fourth over my sensitive skin, each time faster than the last, each time swirling her mane in a new, more ticklish location. She searched the all curves and crevices of my body, locating every delicious little wellspring of sensation as I wriggled and mewled under her ministrations.
"Having fun?" she cheered, grinning widely. But I knew better than to answer until given permission to speak.
"I know what you need," she said, and the tickling stopped. I caught my breath in a short moment of rest. “You may now begin to answer my questions. But I warn you to do so in a polite and respectful manner and to always tell me the truth.”
"So tell me," she sing-songed, a long pause, feeling like an eternity as I hung on her words. “You like my hair, don’t you?" The thought of it immediately sent shivers all throughout my body.
But I paused before answering. “Huh? Oh, sorry” I laugh nervously. “No, no. I think it’s pretty and all, but I’m really not into that in a sexual way at all!” She is still dangling her hair over me and my eyes keep getting drawn toward those beautiful black silky tresses.
As she crosses her legs again, she asks, “So how long have you had this hair fetish?”
“I don’t, Mistress Beth, you’re wrong. I really don’t have a hair fetish at all.” My voice trails off as she again begins moving downward, until the full body of her hair dangles just over the top of my again fully erect penis.
“Yes, I think you do,” she says quietly. “If you’ll admit it, I can make you feel really good.
I stare silently, then respond, “No, I think it’s OK but I’m not a hair guy. I’m just horny all the time – that’s why I’m hard. It’s not your hair, really!”
She has begun swinging her hair around and around my erect penis, closing the circle tighter and tighter until it begins to rub around the base of it. My cock twitches at the contact and becomes more engorged. A slight moan escapes my lips. She smiles wickedly and starts swinging her hair back and forth, faster and faster, striking my cock with its full silkiness again and again. My cock twitches more with each successive strike and my head is spinning.
Mistress Beth stops again and runs the entire length of her hair from the base of my penis to the tip and then comes over the top of it. My penis is now covered with her hair and she squeezes me with her fingers. I begin to grind my hips upward as another wave of shivers washes over me. She looks down and smiles at my helplessness. She wiggles her hair back and forth, sweeping against the head of my penis as I start to moan more loudly now. She asks once more “Are you really sure you don’t have a hair fetish? I think you may be in denial.”
“I…oh-hh-h…no, I’m just…oh, man…” babbling as she continues to massage me with her hair. My moans become more insistent and she is enjoying her power over me. She positions her hair over my cock again and shakes her head back and fourth vigorously, making me even crazier with desire.
“You know what? I want to practice more of my hair job technique and, since you don’t realize yet that you have such a strong hair fetish, I figure it’ll be the best way to finish our session. I will make you cum with my hair like you have never cum before. What do you think? Oh, I forgot, it doesn’t really matter what you think. You are my slave and I will do whatever pleases me.” She stops moving her head.
I come to my senses somewhat and answer, “No…no, You won’t be able to make me cum with your hair. I promise,” I gasp and struggle to compose my thoughts. “It feels good and everything, but you can’t make me come with your hair. I’m not into that…really.”
“Great!” she says with a bright smile, “because I want to practice a big hair job finish that lasts for quite a while before I make you explode and I need to perfect this technique thoroughly.” She positions herself comfortably so she has full access to my penis, squeezing it gently between her fingers. She begins to stroke slowly and evenly up and down, and my eyes roll to the back of my head as her ministrations drive me to the edge.
“I’m glad you have that kind of self-control. I mean, if you do come too quickly, before I’ve practiced all my techniques, I’ll have to punish you,” she says.
I can barely hear her and I simply reply, “Huhhhh?”
“If you come right away, I’ll have to punish you. Do you know what I’ll do?”
I just shake my head as I continue writhing in pleasure.
“I’ll keep you here until tomorrow and then I’ll simply begin again. But the next time, I’ll tickle you senseless for two hours instead of one,” she says, deliberately emphasizing each word as she increases the speed and pressure on my throbbing penis. “And then, you will be getting another hair job too.”
I am startled, but too far-gone now to protest. I look at her with pleading eyes, but I can’t so much as utter a single word in response. The sensations are overwhelming and I am already near the breaking point. Now, she stops stroking me and moves up so that her hair is again covering my face. She lowers her head and begins to slap my face with her long hair. Then she lowers her head further and drags the full length of her hair from side to side across my face. It has started tickling my face again, but after a few minutes she uses it to smother me again. At the same time, she says “You like the feel of my hair on your cock, don’t you? It will make you crazy and you won’t admit it’s what you like. You love the deep black color of my hair, don’t you? And what about its sweet scent? You can smell it now, can’t you? But think about what I’m going to do to you later. I’m going to use this sweet beautiful hair to manipulate your cock into a state of frenzy.
Hmmm? Now, remember when I do that not to cum right away or your pits, nipples and cock are going to have to be tickle-tortured for twice as long tomorrow! Don’t think about my hair when it’s all over your cock, stroking you closer and closer to that glorious release. It will feel so good, won’t it? But it’s not quite time for that yet. Let’s do something else first. Let’s see how much my hair can tickle all your other body parts. I’ll probably get pretty close to your sensitive hard on, but remember, you’re not going to cum until I say so. I’m going to start with you feet again, are you ready?”
So on it went for what seemed like an eternity. She visited each and every area of my body excluding for my groin, and she used her hair to tickle every square inch of skin thoroughly. She saved until last the sensitive areas she had discovered earlier and she spent extra time at each of them. She must have tickled my poor nipples for an extra 20 minutes. And she did so most deviously. She alternated slow soft tickling of them with fast hard whipping. Then she tried whipping with long pauses between the strokes and tickling with fast furious ones.
When she got to my inner thighs, she again paid special attention and spent a long time there. In addition to varying the pace and the force she applied as before, she seemed to be trying to get as close as possible to my cock and balls without ever actually touching them.
Now it was time for her finale. She used all her skill and every technique she could think of as she pounced upon my cock and completed her hair job on me. Toward the end, she gently wrapped her hair around my cock as she slowly jerked me off.
My head fell back in a squeal as she repeatedly tortured my penis. Good Heavens! I felt like I was going to die!
"Gonna come?" she asked. I managed to nod frantically, as her she wrapped me in her hair and she grew bolder with each stroke longer and firmer than the last threatening to finally push me over the edge. My body bowed up tight as I felt a surge of hot pressure begin to build. And then she released me and pulled her hair away. I could scarcely grasp it. So close!
"Wha?!" I cried.
"Oh no," she purred, tickling gently with her hair just touching the head of my penis, then my balls, then along the shaft and just beneath the crown, "you don't get to come till I **say** you get to come!"
And again there was the warm, smooth caress of her hair encircling my organ, always precisely with the right amount of stimulus and friction so soft and caressing with never quite enough fondling to bring me to bear but just enough to hold me on the edge forever. She played me like a finely tuned instrument.
At long last, she drew her fingers down my inflamed penis. She ran her hair across its thick, blood-engorged knob. She giggled lightly, then wound her long hair around the shaft again. She began to work it up and down, rubbing my organ in the soft, undulating heart of her locks as once more the heat built up within me. A twinge of pain, like a single thorn, pricked at the base of my member as I grew closer and closer to orgasm. I began to repeat her name again and again, praising and loving and begging and thanking her as I felt my genitals pull up tight, and a surge of power rumbled from somewhere deep within my belly with fierce intensity. I ground my teeth... I held my breath... And this time she did not stop.
“Don’t think about my long hair wrapped around you now!” she teased, sensing that I was about to burst. “Don’t come. Whatever you do don’t come yet. Just ignore my soft hair constantly urging you toward that release. Don’t cum no matter what I do. Having my hair stroking your cock doesn’t even excite you that much, does it? You can feel its silky texture surrounding you and drawing your cum out from deep inside you. Even if I squeeze you a little tighter and stroke you a little faster, you’re not allowed to cum yet! Even if I use the ends of my hair to tickle your balls and then the tip of your penis like this, and I still keep pumping you over and over, you can hold back a little longer, can’t you?
I haven’t given you permission to cum, so WHATEVER YOU DO…DON’T COME ALL OVER MY MAGNIFICENT BLACK HAIR!”
But she knew I would come. And she knew that she would not give me her permission. But she continued onward relentlessly. Before I came, she built my orgasm up for another fifteen minutes, stroking over and over with just enough pressure to keep me on the verge, bringing me right up to the edge, but not quite beyond it.
Then, finally my body rocked with spasms as I exploded as never before, squirting gobs of semen in a powerful stream into her hair. She continued stroking me, pulling every last drop from deep within my soul. She had transformed me into her total hair-slave. She smiled in satisfaction as I continued quivering and moaning under the blanket of her red hair.
As I lay in a sweating, shivering mass on the sheets, weary from this extreme tickle and hair torture and the unbearable delay before reaching orgasm. Mistress Beth smiled as she reminded me of what lay ahead tomorrow.
"So..." she purred, running her fingertips across her own hair as it lay upon my chest, "I guess you do have a hair fetish after all. Do you believe it now?" My only response was an incoherent nod. I could not speak; I could barely even move. "Good!" she chirped. "Then I’ll see you again tomorrow!"
Monday, October 5, 2009
Aunty Daughter HairJob
It is those days when I was 22. And the long hair beauty, whom the story about is just two/three months elder than I. She is my aunt’s daughter, and one of my relatives. On that day we both are in my home and our parents was gone to join one family ceremony for couple of days. Her name is ‘Jhuma’. She called me in my nickname ‘Babu’. It is about 11:30AM, I suddenly heard her shout and rushed to that room.
I saw that long hair angel was brushing her hair, sitting on a wooden chair in front of mirror, but incidentally her hair was badly caught by a wooden crack of that chair. She was so badly caught that she even cannot able to move and free her black fountain. I went there touched the long glory and freed them. I was feeling very sad that the time had passed within a very few seconds. I backed to my room, and again one more scream. Again I went there, found the same incident again.
I freed her, this time I said, “What are you doing?” She replied, “I will shampoo my hair today, so I am doing some oil massage.” And I asked with a smile, “and when will you calling me again?” She also busted in laughter and not replied. I said then, “You have very beautiful hair.” She said nothing only funky grimace me. I said, “hey, can I give you a oil massage?” She astonished, “what?” I replied, “of course, if you have no problem.” She was still in surprise, asked, “you are a MAN, and talking to dealing with hair.” I smiled and said, “being MAN is not a big deal, actually I have no job now. It is just to time pass.” She laughed and said, “Ok, do it. But be careful, I very much love my hair, if any breakage, I’ll kill you.” I said, “OK” and smiled.
I then said, “Hey you change the chair, and sit on the more curvy that one and drop your head behind it, so that I’ll touch your hair just from the behind.” She did it; I took a seat to sitting behind her. The heaven was just in front of me. I started arousing. I asked her, “Have you applied oil?” She said, “No, I was just brushing. And you also brush some more before applying oil.” It was a hot day. The cooler was running, but first I threw my T-shirt in excuse of hot temperature. She had not asked about it. Cause it is the natural incident in local climate. She laid her whole body on the chair, and was downing her head behind of that chair. She was not able to saw the reflection of the back side in mirror, and her eyes was not so reverse to watched what was happening in her behind.
The fragrance of her hair is beautiful. I started brushing her with a comb first. I wanted to sweat, so I changed the direction of cooler, so no wind comes to me and I was sweated heavily. I then asked her, “is it enough brushing?” she said, “Ok, it is all right. You use oil.” I said, “is it possible to dry massage?” She surprised again, asked, “what is that?” I said, “I have no experience, let’s see.” She said, “wait, hey what is your idea?” I replied, “nothing, just like oil massage, but in dry.” She replied, “you are a child, I don’t know what are you playing with my hair.” I said, “just relax and see, if you feel it is harmful, I’ll stop.” She said “all right.”
Now the real game started. My top was wetted during heavy sweat. I took all her hair, and spread all over my body. Ummmm! What a feeling was that. Then I fingered in deep of her head, and began massage her head very gently. Her hair was sticky with my sweaty body. And I sunk my face into her hair. My urge was going out of control, so I silently unzipped that. I asked, “ how is it?” She replied, “feeling cool.” So, I started the massage more gently. Now my penis was touching the soft mane, and erected in his full. There was 10 mints gone, and I felt Jhuma slept.
Then I am massaging and jerking her hair, and her mane was touching and going away from my penis and balls, continuously. My pleasure was out of bound. I precumed first. And decided not to touch my penis in any cost, and jerking her hair on penis again and again. Ohhhhh!!! What a time was that. At last it was happened. Just before that, I removed all her hair from my penis that it would no get dirty. I released a huge mass of sperm. In the first time of my life I realized the experience of orgasm, although I was virgin.
I first cleaned the floor, then I began to combing Jhuma’s hair. She woke up with first pulling of comb. I said, “hey are you sleeping?” She trying to managed herself, and said, “oh yes. Your hand is very soft and comfortable. I was not able to keep myself.” I prank her, “really? hmmmm, so what do you think about a body massage?” She pretend like a thinker and replied, “emmmmm!! What do you think about a man with four crutches?” I asked, “four? for two legs??” She said, “ no, two for your broken legs another two for your broken arms.”
Oops! A nasty one. “I can make situations for 32 more crutches, if you wish.” She added. I replied with my hands off, “no, no!! Its too many crutches for my age.” She smiled, “good, so do the same, what your elder wants.” “Aye, aye madam. So, get relax again.” I replied. I took her tress on my two hands, and buried my face into that for a minute, and then rub it on my face-chick ‘n throat.
I picked up the hair oil’s bottle, took some oil, smeared to my fingers and put my fingers inside her thick mane to her head. I brought my face closer to her head, and her hair was touching my chick while I was massaging. My arousing began again. It was completed to oiling on her head, so I started to oil the later part of her hair. I began to comb her tress by my oily fingers. Slowly, it became shiny. I rubbed my hand and did everything to smearing oil. She was closed her eyes. So, I slowly and silently, put down my trousers and stand up behind her.
Now it was not only touching, but completely covered by her soft-shiny-oily mane. I did some more massage to her hair and her mane was about to massaging my dick. Then I raped my penis and my balls with by her soft hair, and make it tighter, tighter and more tighter. Ohhhhh! what a sweet pain was that! After that I loose her hair and started smearing them again by my hands and now with my penis. My penis became oily too. And then I decided for a hair-job. So, I make a knot of her hair on my penis and began ups-and-down that. It was not took lots of time. Also, I took care that the hair would not get dirty, any time. I pleased again feel relief, then placed my trouser on its right position again. Then, sitting down, I kissed her black fountain.
I told her, “its enough.” She replied, “ok, thanks, now I’ll do the rest.” It was not sweet in my ears, so I asked again, “may I help you in the final stage too?” She got angry, “are you mad?” I calmly replied, “no, no. You will take the shower own; I mean just to shampoo your hair, in the basin. Just like you are sitting in front of me.” She sighed in anger, “wh………y?” I said, “nothing, just to complete the series.” She asked in anger, “don’t you have any other job?” I replied boldly, “come on, Jhuma. Keep faith on me. It is just kinda new thing to me.” She retrieved, “Ok, come with me.”
I placed hands to her shoulder, said, “Jhuma, please cool down. Don’t get anything otherwise. I’m not forcing you. Please think it just as normal.” She sighed and then smiled very dry, “I really can’t understand, how will I take it?” I said, “why are you thinking on it? Just think one of your sister or friend is with you. However, I have no intensity to replace your clothes.” Now she got smiled big, “really it is unbelievable, that you had grown.”
I took the chair, and placed it in front of the door of bathroom. She took the seat and I was back to her. I cleaned all the oil from her hair by water. The mane got wet enough then I applied the shampoo. Smearing and squeezing all her hair, and then washed. I applied shampoo for the second time, and leathered lots. I was kneel downed behind her, and took the luxury of my dream. My urge started growing again, but I controlled that myself.
I was lathering …… more or less after 10 minutes I applied water to washed them. I unzipped and showering that under the water which came from her mane. And then while all lather removed, I emotionally putted my mouth to her showered mane, and drink some water too. Then took all her mane in to my hand squeezed on my body or into my mouth, and placed a towel to it. Now, she said, “now please go, my dear. I’ll take care of myself.” I smiled and gone. I went to another bathroom, do something as usual and took the shower. Jhuma was still in my mind so I have also release a bit more.
I saw that long hair angel was brushing her hair, sitting on a wooden chair in front of mirror, but incidentally her hair was badly caught by a wooden crack of that chair. She was so badly caught that she even cannot able to move and free her black fountain. I went there touched the long glory and freed them. I was feeling very sad that the time had passed within a very few seconds. I backed to my room, and again one more scream. Again I went there, found the same incident again.
I freed her, this time I said, “What are you doing?” She replied, “I will shampoo my hair today, so I am doing some oil massage.” And I asked with a smile, “and when will you calling me again?” She also busted in laughter and not replied. I said then, “You have very beautiful hair.” She said nothing only funky grimace me. I said, “hey, can I give you a oil massage?” She astonished, “what?” I replied, “of course, if you have no problem.” She was still in surprise, asked, “you are a MAN, and talking to dealing with hair.” I smiled and said, “being MAN is not a big deal, actually I have no job now. It is just to time pass.” She laughed and said, “Ok, do it. But be careful, I very much love my hair, if any breakage, I’ll kill you.” I said, “OK” and smiled.
I then said, “Hey you change the chair, and sit on the more curvy that one and drop your head behind it, so that I’ll touch your hair just from the behind.” She did it; I took a seat to sitting behind her. The heaven was just in front of me. I started arousing. I asked her, “Have you applied oil?” She said, “No, I was just brushing. And you also brush some more before applying oil.” It was a hot day. The cooler was running, but first I threw my T-shirt in excuse of hot temperature. She had not asked about it. Cause it is the natural incident in local climate. She laid her whole body on the chair, and was downing her head behind of that chair. She was not able to saw the reflection of the back side in mirror, and her eyes was not so reverse to watched what was happening in her behind.
The fragrance of her hair is beautiful. I started brushing her with a comb first. I wanted to sweat, so I changed the direction of cooler, so no wind comes to me and I was sweated heavily. I then asked her, “is it enough brushing?” she said, “Ok, it is all right. You use oil.” I said, “is it possible to dry massage?” She surprised again, asked, “what is that?” I said, “I have no experience, let’s see.” She said, “wait, hey what is your idea?” I replied, “nothing, just like oil massage, but in dry.” She replied, “you are a child, I don’t know what are you playing with my hair.” I said, “just relax and see, if you feel it is harmful, I’ll stop.” She said “all right.”
Now the real game started. My top was wetted during heavy sweat. I took all her hair, and spread all over my body. Ummmm! What a feeling was that. Then I fingered in deep of her head, and began massage her head very gently. Her hair was sticky with my sweaty body. And I sunk my face into her hair. My urge was going out of control, so I silently unzipped that. I asked, “ how is it?” She replied, “feeling cool.” So, I started the massage more gently. Now my penis was touching the soft mane, and erected in his full. There was 10 mints gone, and I felt Jhuma slept.
Then I am massaging and jerking her hair, and her mane was touching and going away from my penis and balls, continuously. My pleasure was out of bound. I precumed first. And decided not to touch my penis in any cost, and jerking her hair on penis again and again. Ohhhhh!!! What a time was that. At last it was happened. Just before that, I removed all her hair from my penis that it would no get dirty. I released a huge mass of sperm. In the first time of my life I realized the experience of orgasm, although I was virgin.
I first cleaned the floor, then I began to combing Jhuma’s hair. She woke up with first pulling of comb. I said, “hey are you sleeping?” She trying to managed herself, and said, “oh yes. Your hand is very soft and comfortable. I was not able to keep myself.” I prank her, “really? hmmmm, so what do you think about a body massage?” She pretend like a thinker and replied, “emmmmm!! What do you think about a man with four crutches?” I asked, “four? for two legs??” She said, “ no, two for your broken legs another two for your broken arms.”
Oops! A nasty one. “I can make situations for 32 more crutches, if you wish.” She added. I replied with my hands off, “no, no!! Its too many crutches for my age.” She smiled, “good, so do the same, what your elder wants.” “Aye, aye madam. So, get relax again.” I replied. I took her tress on my two hands, and buried my face into that for a minute, and then rub it on my face-chick ‘n throat.
I picked up the hair oil’s bottle, took some oil, smeared to my fingers and put my fingers inside her thick mane to her head. I brought my face closer to her head, and her hair was touching my chick while I was massaging. My arousing began again. It was completed to oiling on her head, so I started to oil the later part of her hair. I began to comb her tress by my oily fingers. Slowly, it became shiny. I rubbed my hand and did everything to smearing oil. She was closed her eyes. So, I slowly and silently, put down my trousers and stand up behind her.
Now it was not only touching, but completely covered by her soft-shiny-oily mane. I did some more massage to her hair and her mane was about to massaging my dick. Then I raped my penis and my balls with by her soft hair, and make it tighter, tighter and more tighter. Ohhhhh! what a sweet pain was that! After that I loose her hair and started smearing them again by my hands and now with my penis. My penis became oily too. And then I decided for a hair-job. So, I make a knot of her hair on my penis and began ups-and-down that. It was not took lots of time. Also, I took care that the hair would not get dirty, any time. I pleased again feel relief, then placed my trouser on its right position again. Then, sitting down, I kissed her black fountain.
I told her, “its enough.” She replied, “ok, thanks, now I’ll do the rest.” It was not sweet in my ears, so I asked again, “may I help you in the final stage too?” She got angry, “are you mad?” I calmly replied, “no, no. You will take the shower own; I mean just to shampoo your hair, in the basin. Just like you are sitting in front of me.” She sighed in anger, “wh………y?” I said, “nothing, just to complete the series.” She asked in anger, “don’t you have any other job?” I replied boldly, “come on, Jhuma. Keep faith on me. It is just kinda new thing to me.” She retrieved, “Ok, come with me.”
I placed hands to her shoulder, said, “Jhuma, please cool down. Don’t get anything otherwise. I’m not forcing you. Please think it just as normal.” She sighed and then smiled very dry, “I really can’t understand, how will I take it?” I said, “why are you thinking on it? Just think one of your sister or friend is with you. However, I have no intensity to replace your clothes.” Now she got smiled big, “really it is unbelievable, that you had grown.”
I took the chair, and placed it in front of the door of bathroom. She took the seat and I was back to her. I cleaned all the oil from her hair by water. The mane got wet enough then I applied the shampoo. Smearing and squeezing all her hair, and then washed. I applied shampoo for the second time, and leathered lots. I was kneel downed behind her, and took the luxury of my dream. My urge started growing again, but I controlled that myself.
I was lathering …… more or less after 10 minutes I applied water to washed them. I unzipped and showering that under the water which came from her mane. And then while all lather removed, I emotionally putted my mouth to her showered mane, and drink some water too. Then took all her mane in to my hand squeezed on my body or into my mouth, and placed a towel to it. Now, she said, “now please go, my dear. I’ll take care of myself.” I smiled and gone. I went to another bathroom, do something as usual and took the shower. Jhuma was still in my mind so I have also release a bit more.
Hairjob Behind A Standing Lady
I am back after a long time with a new hair experience!
This one happened in the elevator.....I went to watch this latest movie in a multiplex on the 5th floor of a shopping mall... The elevator in this multiplex is one of the slowest moving elevators, i had ever seen anywhere.
It was purposely timed that way to avoid freak accidents. It was raining very heavily that day so i carried my jacket....i usually am on a lookout for some opportunity to touch or carress or feel a long braid or thick pony, without the girl/woman realising about what i am doing,(esp in dark theatres)So before the start of the movie, i nicely placed myself in a seat behind this girl who seemed to have a medium sized thick pony. I had hoped to get lucky with her hair in the dark...i tried a few times....even got a hard on once her pony was flowing over her seat and i got an opportunity to touch it...but then in less than a minute she tied up her hair i never got an opportunity.
Finally, the movie was over and i moved out with my dissapointed and hopeless hard on... I moved towards the elevator and got inside it, there was a big crowd trying to get into it...i was pushed right at the back in the right hand corner. The elevator started to move down and i was deep in my thoughts and disappointed for not getting an opportunity to feel some new hair... waiting to get out of the stupid very slow elevator and away from that crowd.
I waited for my basement parking level to arrive.
The elevator opened up to the basement and i was about to get off, suddenly i saw a huge crowd waiting again to get in again and in that crowd was this lady wearing a red rain jacket. She entered into the elevator along with a few friends, too busy chatting away about the movie they were supposed to watch on the 5th floor.... suddenly my eyes fell on her hair..... it was the one of the longest and thickest braids i had seen in a very long time. I decided to stay back... so i got back into elevator right at the back..... trying to place myself right behind her....not knowing what to expect??...but hoping for some nice chance to feel her hair....to my good luck she came and stood right in front of me, in the right hand corner ...... with her gorgeous long thick braid facing me in line with the centre of my chest ... This braid which was staring at me...was almost a good 2 inches thick....very long almost upto her knees and it was shining as it had got a little wet with the rain water...almost 1 feet of the lower end of the braid closer to her thighs was left loose. This was the most amazing , inviting and exciting sight. My hard on started to come back a little hopeful in less than a second....immediately when i saw that hair....
The best part was that I had such easy access to that loose end of the braid as there was no one in the back right hand corner and that loose end of that braid was just less than an inch away from my penis... The jam packed crowd in the elevator and that busy talking lady....made me risk an opportunity..... i slowly pushed all the buttons going up on the elevator with my back... as it was close to right hand ... and no one realsied that i did that... i knew she was there to watch the movie on the 5th storey.... It was a very slow elevator...and i had delayed it further by pressing all the buttons.
As i knew she had to go to the 5th floor and now the already slow elevator would open on all floors ...i just couldnt resist as her jacket was giving me a good cover from the front crowd and i had my own jacket to cover me in the back ....i decided to go for it.... My left hand holding the jacket over the braid ... i instantly held the loose end of her braid and started rubbing it on my penis just to check the sensitivity. It was so long that when i pulled that lower end of the braid up it went all the way to my balls.... i just couldn't resist as the lady just didnt realise and my jacket and her jacket
were good cover, plus the elevator was super slow.... i left her braid... quickly opened up my pant zipper and pulled my
underwear down a bit inside my pants( under the jacket with my right hand) ....
once again held her braid under the jacket and pushed that braid into my pants and inside my underwear and started gently stroking my penis.....the gentle stroking of the braid on my penis soon became jerking with the braid...i was going crazy, but couldn't express we reached the 2nd floor and the elevator stopped and opened again...i was scared about doing something like this in such a packed crowd but it was too exciting and too good an opportunity to let go by....it was also too risky.....i was so hard that it took me about a minute to achieve amazing orgasm and the moment i was stroking and jerking off a few hair actually seemed to get entangled over my penis .....i could feel heaven on my penis and i instantly
oozed a lot of my cum into her braid...... it was beautiful....most awesome....so alive..i achieved amazing orgasm so quickly ....i actually rubbed off all the cum with her hair and into it...by that time we had reached the 3rd floor and the elevator had stopped again....i realised that it could get dangerous now...so i slowly tugged her braid from my penis and out of my underpants... a few of her hair even got stuck in my underwear so i had to tug at it from underneath my jacket. but i didn't get enough time to zip up my pants...so i just held the jacket in front of my pants and just excused myself from behind her and got off on the 4th floor.When I saw her braid it was full of my cum and I satisfied that I had made a memory on that lady .Anyway after that she noticed that cum and surprised and that is another story
I felt scared and great at the same time...i rushed to the toilet and when i went in to wash my underpants i actually found 10-12 strands of that long hair still stuck on my penis. I will always kept them as a memoir.....someone must have needed to shampoo her hair when she got home for sure!
Thank u lady in the elevator!
This one happened in the elevator.....I went to watch this latest movie in a multiplex on the 5th floor of a shopping mall... The elevator in this multiplex is one of the slowest moving elevators, i had ever seen anywhere.
It was purposely timed that way to avoid freak accidents. It was raining very heavily that day so i carried my jacket....i usually am on a lookout for some opportunity to touch or carress or feel a long braid or thick pony, without the girl/woman realising about what i am doing,(esp in dark theatres)So before the start of the movie, i nicely placed myself in a seat behind this girl who seemed to have a medium sized thick pony. I had hoped to get lucky with her hair in the dark...i tried a few times....even got a hard on once her pony was flowing over her seat and i got an opportunity to touch it...but then in less than a minute she tied up her hair i never got an opportunity.
Finally, the movie was over and i moved out with my dissapointed and hopeless hard on... I moved towards the elevator and got inside it, there was a big crowd trying to get into it...i was pushed right at the back in the right hand corner. The elevator started to move down and i was deep in my thoughts and disappointed for not getting an opportunity to feel some new hair... waiting to get out of the stupid very slow elevator and away from that crowd.
I waited for my basement parking level to arrive.
The elevator opened up to the basement and i was about to get off, suddenly i saw a huge crowd waiting again to get in again and in that crowd was this lady wearing a red rain jacket. She entered into the elevator along with a few friends, too busy chatting away about the movie they were supposed to watch on the 5th floor.... suddenly my eyes fell on her hair..... it was the one of the longest and thickest braids i had seen in a very long time. I decided to stay back... so i got back into elevator right at the back..... trying to place myself right behind her....not knowing what to expect??...but hoping for some nice chance to feel her hair....to my good luck she came and stood right in front of me, in the right hand corner ...... with her gorgeous long thick braid facing me in line with the centre of my chest ... This braid which was staring at me...was almost a good 2 inches thick....very long almost upto her knees and it was shining as it had got a little wet with the rain water...almost 1 feet of the lower end of the braid closer to her thighs was left loose. This was the most amazing , inviting and exciting sight. My hard on started to come back a little hopeful in less than a second....immediately when i saw that hair....
The best part was that I had such easy access to that loose end of the braid as there was no one in the back right hand corner and that loose end of that braid was just less than an inch away from my penis... The jam packed crowd in the elevator and that busy talking lady....made me risk an opportunity..... i slowly pushed all the buttons going up on the elevator with my back... as it was close to right hand ... and no one realsied that i did that... i knew she was there to watch the movie on the 5th storey.... It was a very slow elevator...and i had delayed it further by pressing all the buttons.
As i knew she had to go to the 5th floor and now the already slow elevator would open on all floors ...i just couldnt resist as her jacket was giving me a good cover from the front crowd and i had my own jacket to cover me in the back ....i decided to go for it.... My left hand holding the jacket over the braid ... i instantly held the loose end of her braid and started rubbing it on my penis just to check the sensitivity. It was so long that when i pulled that lower end of the braid up it went all the way to my balls.... i just couldn't resist as the lady just didnt realise and my jacket and her jacket
were good cover, plus the elevator was super slow.... i left her braid... quickly opened up my pant zipper and pulled my
underwear down a bit inside my pants( under the jacket with my right hand) ....
once again held her braid under the jacket and pushed that braid into my pants and inside my underwear and started gently stroking my penis.....the gentle stroking of the braid on my penis soon became jerking with the braid...i was going crazy, but couldn't express we reached the 2nd floor and the elevator stopped and opened again...i was scared about doing something like this in such a packed crowd but it was too exciting and too good an opportunity to let go by....it was also too risky.....i was so hard that it took me about a minute to achieve amazing orgasm and the moment i was stroking and jerking off a few hair actually seemed to get entangled over my penis .....i could feel heaven on my penis and i instantly
oozed a lot of my cum into her braid...... it was beautiful....most awesome....so alive..i achieved amazing orgasm so quickly ....i actually rubbed off all the cum with her hair and into it...by that time we had reached the 3rd floor and the elevator had stopped again....i realised that it could get dangerous now...so i slowly tugged her braid from my penis and out of my underpants... a few of her hair even got stuck in my underwear so i had to tug at it from underneath my jacket. but i didn't get enough time to zip up my pants...so i just held the jacket in front of my pants and just excused myself from behind her and got off on the 4th floor.When I saw her braid it was full of my cum and I satisfied that I had made a memory on that lady .Anyway after that she noticed that cum and surprised and that is another story
I felt scared and great at the same time...i rushed to the toilet and when i went in to wash my underpants i actually found 10-12 strands of that long hair still stuck on my penis. I will always kept them as a memoir.....someone must have needed to shampoo her hair when she got home for sure!
Thank u lady in the elevator!
Aunt Hair Job
Firstly as far as i remember i think my fascination for long hair started because of a distantly related aunt,(who was a widow and since my parents had decided to take care of her after her husband's death, she stayed with us in our house). She was pretty, fair and most importantly had extremely long , jet black hair falling as long as till a little above her knees and the best part about it being the thickness ...it was so thick that it was actually at times not possible for her to hold all of it in both her hands together.
This aunt had a habit to shampoo her hair every wednesdays & sundays and dried them by flowing them from over the edge of the bed under the fan, while she slept in the aftrenoon, followed by brushing when she woke up ..... My time to return from high school and her time to nap and dry her hair under the fan was the same. I always liked staring at her hair, every wednesday & sunday noon,when i returned from school but as a child, never had the guts to touch them. This routine went on for years. As i grew into my teens, i started feeling aroused by that sight.
One wednesday my aunt was all alone in the house and as usual after her routine shampooing, she left her long hair flowing from the edge of the bed to dry under the fan and went off to sleep.On my return from school,i was already excited as it was wednesday and i would get to see her long thick hair.So i rushed back home.There she was predictably sleeping in her room with her gorgeous mane flowing like a waterfall from the edge of the bed.Suddenly,for some strange reason, I had this strange urge to touch and feel her hair for the first time,so i thought about it for some time while staring at her hair and then took my chance and went to her room,there she was deep in her sleep,with all that gorgeous very silky extra long thick hair lying there from the edge of the bed getting dried under the fan,looking so inviting and waiting to be touched and felt.
But i wasn't sure what i was going to do,so i just stood next to all that long hair staring at it so closely still feeling very scared to touch them afraid i might wake her up.My heart was beating like a drum,and i was feeling terribly nervous,so i gathered my guts and decided to touch her hair,...i slowly waived my hands over that gorgeous silky hair from the lower end and checked to see if she woke up but she didn't so i got more courageous and held a lot of her hair with both my hands...and started carressing and rubbing that hair in my hands.....
unintentionally i had the tightest hard on i had felt till that day....and that was when i realised that probably my dick wanted to feel that hair too.....but i could not dare to do that as probably it was too risky.....but i just could not help that hard on and my feelings for that long hair at that time....so i slowly pulled out my dick from my pants and took about 5-6 inches of the hair i was holding in my hands and waived the gorgeous mane over my penis and suddenly i knew that my dick wanted more ....so for the first time i tried wrapping my penis with that hair and was experiencing heaven...my hard on was only getting harder...soon i gathered all of her flowing hair in a pony with both my hands moved my right hand to the lowest part of her hair which was still very thick and inserted my penis in that middle and started stroking it and inspite of me so excited and playing with her hair she was still fast asleep.
so i just went on and on...soon i had a thick silky at least 10-15inches of her hair on my penis and i was enjoying my first hair job in life...i kept rubbing my dick with all that hair........ up and down...left and right......up and down........ my penis had never felt so good before...soon i was almost about to shoot my wad into her hair...even though the tempation was the strongest ...i controlled myself and moved away...despite that there was still some part of my semen which did leak out during my rubbing her hair on my dick and i only realised it after about half an hour later when she woke up and was brushing her hair...she told my granny that "today inspite of shampooing my hair...my hair is still quite unmanageable..i wonder why??It isn't getting detangled easily"..it soon became the norm that every wednesday i used to give my penis a nice hair job with her hair and every wednesday it was difficult for her to detangle.At times if i was too desperate, i used to even risk the routine on sundays....
Later once she even caught me when i was enjoying a hair job...but that's another story... which i will let you know if you guys wish to hear more
My aunt shampooed and fan-dried her hair only on Wed & Sun. So these 2 days of the week, became my hair-job days, when I would sneakily get into her room and enjoy her hair, till I reached orgasm. My confidence in jerking off with her hair grew with time and I started getting over confident with the idea that it is a fixed routine and I will enjoy it for the rest of my life.
One weekend we had guests (relatives) at our house and they arrived on a Saturday evening. My parents started making room adjustments, and my room was handed over to one of the guests, as a result I was thrown out of my room. I would have to sleep in the living room
Next day was Sunday, so as per routine, at noon, I awaited my aunt to shampoo and dry her hair.She did follow her routine and as expected shampooed that gorgeous long thick black hair and returned into her room to fan dry her hair. I was watching her every move from the corner of my eye and waiting for her to fall asleep. My heart beating faster with the excitement of my usual hair job, my hard on was almost showing from my pants with the thought of being able to touch all that hair. She held all that thick long wet hair and and lied down on the bed with all that gorgeous hair flowing down from the corner of the bed.My hard on just got harder. Suddenly from nowhere, two of our guests came into her room and coaxed her into coming outside with the rest of the guests for a nice chat, for some time, to catch up on old times.
I wanted to beat the crap out of those two for doing that to me when I was so hardened in my pants. I almost felt like telling those guests to leave her alone. But to my bad luck, she skipped her sleep and went outside to chat with them. I knew that if I missed Sunday’s chance the next one would only be on Wednesday afternoon. I felt so high and dry that I didn’t know what to do?? I was seriously disappointed and went off to sleep.
After dinner, when it was time to sleep, I was still frustrated from afternoon and was a little too open about it. I showed disgust to my dad about sleeping in the living room. Just then my aunt walked into the argument and started enquiring about why I was upset and dad told her why. To my good luck, my aunt immediately offered me to sleep in her room ‘With Her’ till the guests were gone. I jumped at the idea and immediately started imagining what my nights could be with all that HAIR for the next 3-4 days???
I immediately took my bedding and lay it right under her bed on the floor in the exact same spot where I had my hair play with her every Wed & Sun. I acted as if I was very sleepy and immediately covered my face with a blanket, waiting to see if I get my chance with the hair in the night or not?? The anxiety was giving me a hard on but I wasn’t sure if I was gonna get them?? So I waited for the lights to go off. I wasn’t even sure which side of the bed would she sleep on. So I waited for about half hour after the lights went off and then I got up from my bed and I saw that she did sleep on the side of the bed that I wanted her to, but all that gorgeous hair was tied up in a massive bun!
I was disappointed, as I had no idea as to how to work on that bun. As a pre-planning measure I had already carried my small torch lamp with me. So I quickly turned on my torch and what I saw in front of me in that darkness was a huge round hair bun held together by 2 hairpins! Even in that darkness the bun looked huge and made me imagine all the good times I have had with that hair. Immediately, I decided,that I have to get to that hair and for that even if I had to open up that bun I was going to do it. So I started thinking about how to go about it and how difficult it was going to be along with the risk involved in waking up my aunt. I thought of all the risk angles and all I could think of was to get my hard on into that hair and stroking away up and down! up and down! .I knew I had to do it!
So I put the torch into my mouth and my shivering hands went towards the first pin. I gathered my guts and started tugging at it, with a little effort I managed to pull it out. I lay my hands on the 2nd pin and started tugging at it, this time my aunt started to move a bit even though she was a deep sleeper. I stopped and my heart was beating faster than ever. I resumed tugging slowly and with very shivery hands I finally did manage to pull out the 2nd pin. I thought the hair would come gushing down like water flows out of a broken dam, but it didn’t. Only a loose thick but long end opened up and came into my hands, so i wondered what was wrong and then I realized she had made a few of those hair knots.
It was getting riskier by the minute, but I just knew,that I had to take my chance. I decided to push the hair the other way round from the loose end of the knot to release the bun. I gently pushed my way into the bun and then pulled at it at times going with my gut feeling and my hard on getting harder by the minute. The gorgeous hair felt great!I had managed to loosen a lot of her bun, but it still didn’t open up. I was so upset that in a fit of anger I actually hit the hair bun a little hard and Voila!!! The hair came flowing down like a waterfall, in that darkness my heart beat faster than ever before. My hard on was rock solid and put my torch light on that hair and I could see at least 3 feet wide thick hair, at least 5 feet long shiny and silky hair inviting my hands and my hard on for a treat.
I couldn’t wait a minute more i slowly waived my hands over that gorgeous silky hair from the lower end and then held a lot of her hair with both my hands...and started carressing and rubbing that hair in my hands.....i had the tightest hard on.....so i slowly pulled out my dick from my pants and took all of the 3 feet width of that hair, i was holding in my hands and waived the gorgeous mane over my penis and i then wrapped my penis with that hair and was loving the feeling of silk on my hard on It only got harder...soon i gathered all of her flowing hair in a pony with both my hands moved my right hand to the lowest part of her hair which was still very thick and inserted my penis in that middle and started stroking it .I just went on and on.
Soon i held all her hair from close to the nape and actually shoved most of her hair through the top of my t-shirt and upto inside my pyjamas soon my entire body was experiencing all that gorgeous mane.I enjoyed for at least 15-20 minutes with that thick silky hair on my penis and i was enjoying...i kept rubbing my chest,my penis with all that hair........ up and down...left and right......up and down........ my penis was having a ball.I could not take it anymore and this time I was prepared so I immediately wore a condom and jerked away with that hair on my penis. It was pure labour of love! Oh sweet hair-gasm....By the way, this hair-gasm happened thrice that night one of the best nights in a hair fetishists life.
Now comes the bad part !
After my third hairjob, I realized it was going to be morning and I should probably put all the hair back in it’s place like nothing happened. Trouble was I didn’t know how to tie up that hair back in a knot and with the two pins. When I saw in the morning light her hair was a mess. A mess created by me.I was so gonna die, if she found out and I didn’t even know what I would tell her, if she confronted me! So I quickly just gathered up all her hair and put it all together in a ball and shoved the two pins in it and quickly went off to sleep.
Next morning, when I woke up she was right there in the room sitting and reading a newspaper. My heart was beating fast and my penis was aching from the previous night's hard work.She decided to confront me immediately and asked me to explain "how did her bun open up on it’s own and how did her hair get so messy??". She also threatened me that if I didn’t tell her the truth she would go straight to my dad and complain. So I decided to tell her the truth and even told her that I don’t know why do I get so attracted to her long hair
She heard me out first and then very relaxingly told me “ This is known as hair fetish”. A lot of people in the world have it. It wasn't unheard of esp.not by her.I asked her “why is that ?” that’s when she told me that her late husband had a long hair fetish when he was alive and that was her reason for keeping her hair long. I told her I was sorry and requested her not to complain to my parents.
She thought for a moment and said that she would not complain to my parents but only on one condition, the condition was that I promise to brush her hair every Wednesday & Sunday after her shampooing in her room (secretly) as that was something she found really boring to do and sometimes when my parents weren't there i would also help her with the shampooing .I could not believe my ears, I had a smile on my face and she had a smirk on hers. She said that would remind her of her husband as he used to do that for her when he was alive,but that would have to be our BIG secret!
That was a beginning of a peacefully coexisting hair fetish relationship with my aunt. I had some amazing times…
I had a great time the next sunday .Iasked my aunt toput my dick into her hair but she refused as I spoil her hair with my cum.But I asked aunt that I am going to cum before her head bath.So aunt agreed.As I am Putting my dick aunt smiled at seeing my fetishness.But aunt was so fascinated of my dick that she pleaded me that she want it.I agreed .From that time I am satisfied with hair sex where as aunt satisfied by real sex and me too.And then aunt agreed to fuck her hair even after her bath because aunt know that I cum more in silky soft hair rather than normal hair to fill her mouth.She used to wrap my dick with her long and silky hair and stroke with her hands up and down right and left and putting my dick into her mouth she can get a lot of cum to satisfy her. And I fucked my aunt many times and my cum filled her pussy ,mouth and hair.
This aunt had a habit to shampoo her hair every wednesdays & sundays and dried them by flowing them from over the edge of the bed under the fan, while she slept in the aftrenoon, followed by brushing when she woke up ..... My time to return from high school and her time to nap and dry her hair under the fan was the same. I always liked staring at her hair, every wednesday & sunday noon,when i returned from school but as a child, never had the guts to touch them. This routine went on for years. As i grew into my teens, i started feeling aroused by that sight.
One wednesday my aunt was all alone in the house and as usual after her routine shampooing, she left her long hair flowing from the edge of the bed to dry under the fan and went off to sleep.On my return from school,i was already excited as it was wednesday and i would get to see her long thick hair.So i rushed back home.There she was predictably sleeping in her room with her gorgeous mane flowing like a waterfall from the edge of the bed.Suddenly,for some strange reason, I had this strange urge to touch and feel her hair for the first time,so i thought about it for some time while staring at her hair and then took my chance and went to her room,there she was deep in her sleep,with all that gorgeous very silky extra long thick hair lying there from the edge of the bed getting dried under the fan,looking so inviting and waiting to be touched and felt.
But i wasn't sure what i was going to do,so i just stood next to all that long hair staring at it so closely still feeling very scared to touch them afraid i might wake her up.My heart was beating like a drum,and i was feeling terribly nervous,so i gathered my guts and decided to touch her hair,...i slowly waived my hands over that gorgeous silky hair from the lower end and checked to see if she woke up but she didn't so i got more courageous and held a lot of her hair with both my hands...and started carressing and rubbing that hair in my hands.....
unintentionally i had the tightest hard on i had felt till that day....and that was when i realised that probably my dick wanted to feel that hair too.....but i could not dare to do that as probably it was too risky.....but i just could not help that hard on and my feelings for that long hair at that time....so i slowly pulled out my dick from my pants and took about 5-6 inches of the hair i was holding in my hands and waived the gorgeous mane over my penis and suddenly i knew that my dick wanted more ....so for the first time i tried wrapping my penis with that hair and was experiencing heaven...my hard on was only getting harder...soon i gathered all of her flowing hair in a pony with both my hands moved my right hand to the lowest part of her hair which was still very thick and inserted my penis in that middle and started stroking it and inspite of me so excited and playing with her hair she was still fast asleep.
so i just went on and on...soon i had a thick silky at least 10-15inches of her hair on my penis and i was enjoying my first hair job in life...i kept rubbing my dick with all that hair........ up and down...left and right......up and down........ my penis had never felt so good before...soon i was almost about to shoot my wad into her hair...even though the tempation was the strongest ...i controlled myself and moved away...despite that there was still some part of my semen which did leak out during my rubbing her hair on my dick and i only realised it after about half an hour later when she woke up and was brushing her hair...she told my granny that "today inspite of shampooing my hair...my hair is still quite unmanageable..i wonder why??It isn't getting detangled easily"..it soon became the norm that every wednesday i used to give my penis a nice hair job with her hair and every wednesday it was difficult for her to detangle.At times if i was too desperate, i used to even risk the routine on sundays....
Later once she even caught me when i was enjoying a hair job...but that's another story... which i will let you know if you guys wish to hear more
My aunt shampooed and fan-dried her hair only on Wed & Sun. So these 2 days of the week, became my hair-job days, when I would sneakily get into her room and enjoy her hair, till I reached orgasm. My confidence in jerking off with her hair grew with time and I started getting over confident with the idea that it is a fixed routine and I will enjoy it for the rest of my life.
One weekend we had guests (relatives) at our house and they arrived on a Saturday evening. My parents started making room adjustments, and my room was handed over to one of the guests, as a result I was thrown out of my room. I would have to sleep in the living room
Next day was Sunday, so as per routine, at noon, I awaited my aunt to shampoo and dry her hair.She did follow her routine and as expected shampooed that gorgeous long thick black hair and returned into her room to fan dry her hair. I was watching her every move from the corner of my eye and waiting for her to fall asleep. My heart beating faster with the excitement of my usual hair job, my hard on was almost showing from my pants with the thought of being able to touch all that hair. She held all that thick long wet hair and and lied down on the bed with all that gorgeous hair flowing down from the corner of the bed.My hard on just got harder. Suddenly from nowhere, two of our guests came into her room and coaxed her into coming outside with the rest of the guests for a nice chat, for some time, to catch up on old times.
I wanted to beat the crap out of those two for doing that to me when I was so hardened in my pants. I almost felt like telling those guests to leave her alone. But to my bad luck, she skipped her sleep and went outside to chat with them. I knew that if I missed Sunday’s chance the next one would only be on Wednesday afternoon. I felt so high and dry that I didn’t know what to do?? I was seriously disappointed and went off to sleep.
After dinner, when it was time to sleep, I was still frustrated from afternoon and was a little too open about it. I showed disgust to my dad about sleeping in the living room. Just then my aunt walked into the argument and started enquiring about why I was upset and dad told her why. To my good luck, my aunt immediately offered me to sleep in her room ‘With Her’ till the guests were gone. I jumped at the idea and immediately started imagining what my nights could be with all that HAIR for the next 3-4 days???
I immediately took my bedding and lay it right under her bed on the floor in the exact same spot where I had my hair play with her every Wed & Sun. I acted as if I was very sleepy and immediately covered my face with a blanket, waiting to see if I get my chance with the hair in the night or not?? The anxiety was giving me a hard on but I wasn’t sure if I was gonna get them?? So I waited for the lights to go off. I wasn’t even sure which side of the bed would she sleep on. So I waited for about half hour after the lights went off and then I got up from my bed and I saw that she did sleep on the side of the bed that I wanted her to, but all that gorgeous hair was tied up in a massive bun!
I was disappointed, as I had no idea as to how to work on that bun. As a pre-planning measure I had already carried my small torch lamp with me. So I quickly turned on my torch and what I saw in front of me in that darkness was a huge round hair bun held together by 2 hairpins! Even in that darkness the bun looked huge and made me imagine all the good times I have had with that hair. Immediately, I decided,that I have to get to that hair and for that even if I had to open up that bun I was going to do it. So I started thinking about how to go about it and how difficult it was going to be along with the risk involved in waking up my aunt. I thought of all the risk angles and all I could think of was to get my hard on into that hair and stroking away up and down! up and down! .I knew I had to do it!
So I put the torch into my mouth and my shivering hands went towards the first pin. I gathered my guts and started tugging at it, with a little effort I managed to pull it out. I lay my hands on the 2nd pin and started tugging at it, this time my aunt started to move a bit even though she was a deep sleeper. I stopped and my heart was beating faster than ever. I resumed tugging slowly and with very shivery hands I finally did manage to pull out the 2nd pin. I thought the hair would come gushing down like water flows out of a broken dam, but it didn’t. Only a loose thick but long end opened up and came into my hands, so i wondered what was wrong and then I realized she had made a few of those hair knots.
It was getting riskier by the minute, but I just knew,that I had to take my chance. I decided to push the hair the other way round from the loose end of the knot to release the bun. I gently pushed my way into the bun and then pulled at it at times going with my gut feeling and my hard on getting harder by the minute. The gorgeous hair felt great!I had managed to loosen a lot of her bun, but it still didn’t open up. I was so upset that in a fit of anger I actually hit the hair bun a little hard and Voila!!! The hair came flowing down like a waterfall, in that darkness my heart beat faster than ever before. My hard on was rock solid and put my torch light on that hair and I could see at least 3 feet wide thick hair, at least 5 feet long shiny and silky hair inviting my hands and my hard on for a treat.
I couldn’t wait a minute more i slowly waived my hands over that gorgeous silky hair from the lower end and then held a lot of her hair with both my hands...and started carressing and rubbing that hair in my hands.....i had the tightest hard on.....so i slowly pulled out my dick from my pants and took all of the 3 feet width of that hair, i was holding in my hands and waived the gorgeous mane over my penis and i then wrapped my penis with that hair and was loving the feeling of silk on my hard on It only got harder...soon i gathered all of her flowing hair in a pony with both my hands moved my right hand to the lowest part of her hair which was still very thick and inserted my penis in that middle and started stroking it .I just went on and on.
Soon i held all her hair from close to the nape and actually shoved most of her hair through the top of my t-shirt and upto inside my pyjamas soon my entire body was experiencing all that gorgeous mane.I enjoyed for at least 15-20 minutes with that thick silky hair on my penis and i was enjoying...i kept rubbing my chest,my penis with all that hair........ up and down...left and right......up and down........ my penis was having a ball.I could not take it anymore and this time I was prepared so I immediately wore a condom and jerked away with that hair on my penis. It was pure labour of love! Oh sweet hair-gasm....By the way, this hair-gasm happened thrice that night one of the best nights in a hair fetishists life.
Now comes the bad part !
After my third hairjob, I realized it was going to be morning and I should probably put all the hair back in it’s place like nothing happened. Trouble was I didn’t know how to tie up that hair back in a knot and with the two pins. When I saw in the morning light her hair was a mess. A mess created by me.I was so gonna die, if she found out and I didn’t even know what I would tell her, if she confronted me! So I quickly just gathered up all her hair and put it all together in a ball and shoved the two pins in it and quickly went off to sleep.
Next morning, when I woke up she was right there in the room sitting and reading a newspaper. My heart was beating fast and my penis was aching from the previous night's hard work.She decided to confront me immediately and asked me to explain "how did her bun open up on it’s own and how did her hair get so messy??". She also threatened me that if I didn’t tell her the truth she would go straight to my dad and complain. So I decided to tell her the truth and even told her that I don’t know why do I get so attracted to her long hair
She heard me out first and then very relaxingly told me “ This is known as hair fetish”. A lot of people in the world have it. It wasn't unheard of esp.not by her.I asked her “why is that ?” that’s when she told me that her late husband had a long hair fetish when he was alive and that was her reason for keeping her hair long. I told her I was sorry and requested her not to complain to my parents.
She thought for a moment and said that she would not complain to my parents but only on one condition, the condition was that I promise to brush her hair every Wednesday & Sunday after her shampooing in her room (secretly) as that was something she found really boring to do and sometimes when my parents weren't there i would also help her with the shampooing .I could not believe my ears, I had a smile on my face and she had a smirk on hers. She said that would remind her of her husband as he used to do that for her when he was alive,but that would have to be our BIG secret!
That was a beginning of a peacefully coexisting hair fetish relationship with my aunt. I had some amazing times…
I had a great time the next sunday .Iasked my aunt toput my dick into her hair but she refused as I spoil her hair with my cum.But I asked aunt that I am going to cum before her head bath.So aunt agreed.As I am Putting my dick aunt smiled at seeing my fetishness.But aunt was so fascinated of my dick that she pleaded me that she want it.I agreed .From that time I am satisfied with hair sex where as aunt satisfied by real sex and me too.And then aunt agreed to fuck her hair even after her bath because aunt know that I cum more in silky soft hair rather than normal hair to fill her mouth.She used to wrap my dick with her long and silky hair and stroke with her hands up and down right and left and putting my dick into her mouth she can get a lot of cum to satisfy her. And I fucked my aunt many times and my cum filled her pussy ,mouth and hair.
Long Hair Job Teacher Wife
Iam very glad to join in this group, its a great oppurtunity to meet fellow braid fetish lovers. I want to share my experiences with you about the incidents happened in my real life.
My long hair fetish started when iam 16 years old. I used to go for mathematics private classes. My Mathematics teachers wife have longhairs. During my first teaching session i noticed that. I call my teacher as uncle. He is not a rich person, he used to stay in a small portion of a house. That portion has 2 rooms, first room is hall and another room is kitchen. My uncle is around 30 years of age.
one day my uncle is teaching me maths, at that time his wife came from outside. I noticed her longhair that day. She is having longhairs up to knee length. My eyes turned on her longhairs. As she is very tired she told my uncle that she is going to sleep. My heart beat is rising bcoz her braid is next to my thighs. When iam seeing her braids my insider is getting harder and harder. I covered that by placing my book on my thighs,i dont know what to do. At that time my uncle got a call.
He went out side to speak bcoz there is no signal inside the room. At that time i got a oppurtunity to sniff her hair. I sniffed her hair. I felt very great of musky smell coming from her hair and beacme mad about that braid. Then i touched my dick to her hair. I heard sounds from outside then i controlled myself then i started looking through my books.
At that night, i mastrubated by thinking of that incident. I decided to fuck her longhair braids bcoz it is making me mad. The next day evening when i went to tution my uncles wife is unbraiding her hair. Then she oiled her hair and braided her hair, then she decorated her hair with jasmine flowers. The smell coming from that flowers makes me mad. I decided to do a longhair job with her hair.
I didnt got the oppurtunity for 1 month. One day in the afternoon i went to my uncles house to get my maths book. I found that the door is closed . But it is not locked. I called my uncle that i am coming to take maths book. He told me not to come that day bcoz he is not in the town he told me that his wife is there but she dont know about the book. I said ok. Then i got an idea.
I pushed the door without getting sound. Iam stunned bcoz she is sleeping at that time her longhair is shining bcoz of oil applied on her hair and jasmine flowers decorated on her hair makes me mad. I entered the room. I smelled her hair it makes me mad. I unbraided her hair.
After decided that she is in deep sleep. I unzipped my pants and taken my dick out. It is so long it is so hungry. My dick want that long braid. Then i pushed my dick in to her long braids. Then i made her hair as a bun then i fucked her bun, ofcourse iam in a tension bcoz if she opens her eyes iam booked . But my fetishness makes me tensionless. I fucked her braids buns very hard . My dick is going so fast, bcoz of the oil applied on her hair. Oil is functioning as a lubricant.
I kissed her lips then i touched her lips with my dick then again i fuckked her braids by smelling it. Then blowed a huge cum on her hair. Then in dressed i went back to my home the next day when i went to the private classes. My uncle asked me that i came to the house r not. I simply said no. Up to now they dont know where that cum came from.
My long hair fetish started when iam 16 years old. I used to go for mathematics private classes. My Mathematics teachers wife have longhairs. During my first teaching session i noticed that. I call my teacher as uncle. He is not a rich person, he used to stay in a small portion of a house. That portion has 2 rooms, first room is hall and another room is kitchen. My uncle is around 30 years of age.
one day my uncle is teaching me maths, at that time his wife came from outside. I noticed her longhair that day. She is having longhairs up to knee length. My eyes turned on her longhairs. As she is very tired she told my uncle that she is going to sleep. My heart beat is rising bcoz her braid is next to my thighs. When iam seeing her braids my insider is getting harder and harder. I covered that by placing my book on my thighs,i dont know what to do. At that time my uncle got a call.
He went out side to speak bcoz there is no signal inside the room. At that time i got a oppurtunity to sniff her hair. I sniffed her hair. I felt very great of musky smell coming from her hair and beacme mad about that braid. Then i touched my dick to her hair. I heard sounds from outside then i controlled myself then i started looking through my books.
At that night, i mastrubated by thinking of that incident. I decided to fuck her longhair braids bcoz it is making me mad. The next day evening when i went to tution my uncles wife is unbraiding her hair. Then she oiled her hair and braided her hair, then she decorated her hair with jasmine flowers. The smell coming from that flowers makes me mad. I decided to do a longhair job with her hair.
I didnt got the oppurtunity for 1 month. One day in the afternoon i went to my uncles house to get my maths book. I found that the door is closed . But it is not locked. I called my uncle that i am coming to take maths book. He told me not to come that day bcoz he is not in the town he told me that his wife is there but she dont know about the book. I said ok. Then i got an idea.
I pushed the door without getting sound. Iam stunned bcoz she is sleeping at that time her longhair is shining bcoz of oil applied on her hair and jasmine flowers decorated on her hair makes me mad. I entered the room. I smelled her hair it makes me mad. I unbraided her hair.
After decided that she is in deep sleep. I unzipped my pants and taken my dick out. It is so long it is so hungry. My dick want that long braid. Then i pushed my dick in to her long braids. Then i made her hair as a bun then i fucked her bun, ofcourse iam in a tension bcoz if she opens her eyes iam booked . But my fetishness makes me tensionless. I fucked her braids buns very hard . My dick is going so fast, bcoz of the oil applied on her hair. Oil is functioning as a lubricant.
I kissed her lips then i touched her lips with my dick then again i fuckked her braids by smelling it. Then blowed a huge cum on her hair. Then in dressed i went back to my home the next day when i went to the private classes. My uncle asked me that i came to the house r not. I simply said no. Up to now they dont know where that cum came from.
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