The Hairdresser [MF]

I usually get my hair cut by Shelly, a nice older lady who works out of a small shop in town. I’m the kind of guy who doesn’t like to make small talk during a cut, and Shelly understands this perfectly. It feels like a running joke between us. Once a month I arrive, say a quick hello, take my seat, and she does her business quietly. Once I hear “Okay, all done!”, I routinely reply “Looks great, thanks!” Then I pay up front and I’m out the door. Just a simple transaction. But this story isn’t about Shelly. Like I said, nice older lady. Emphasis on older.

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A few years ago I was looking especially haggard after I had gone several weeks without a cut. I was looking like Season 1 Jim Halpert when I preferred to look like Season 6 Jim Halpert. I called in to book an appointment, and the lady on the phone told me that Shelly was out of town for a while but had arranged someone to cover her usual clients. Didn’t really matter to me, I wasn’t (and still am not) too picky about my hair. So I booked myself in for an evening with Shelly’s backup.

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When I arrived, it was dark and rainy outside. The bell rung as I swung open the door, and inside it was silent except for the top-40 radio station playing through the speakers. Maybe it’s because I’ve been with Shelly for so long, but I always assume hairdressers are old ladies with rugged hands who have mastered the art of scissors over a long career. So I was shocked when the woman who rounded the corner to introduce herself as Shelly’s cover was instead a mid-twenties stunner.

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She had very smooth, light skin and a bright face with a few freckles. She definitely took great care of her body: curvy in the right places and slim-fit everywhere else. She was dressed casually in some tight jeans, flat shoes, and a comfy black sweater with the sleeves pushed up. Her hair was gorgeous, brunette and long with loose curls. Seeing her great hair gave me confidence in her abilities. It’s like if your personal trainer is super fit, or if your IT guy looks like a turbo-nerd. You just kind of trust them more. She turned to lead me over to the chair and my eyes instinctively snapped onto her tight round ass. It was one of those glorious asses that made you clench your fists, bite your lip, and and look up to the sky as if to tell the world “thank you for this gift.” I sat down.

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“So what can I do for you today?” she asked. Her voice was silky smooth. I had a lot of truthful, debaucherous answers I wanted to give to her question, but I decided it’s best to not be creepy.

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“Number 3 on the sides and back, with the top trimmed to a bit longer than that. I usually style it up in the front a bit.”

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“Okay no problem, but I’m just letting you know now that I might be a bit slow, I’m pretty new and I want to make sure I do a good job.”

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“Oh yeah? How long have you been doing this?” I asked.

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“Professionally? This is… my third day..” she said, and I saw her blush in the mirror. She did seem super nervous, so I tried to put her at ease.

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“Oh well you’re in luck, because A) I’ve got nothing going on tonight so take as much time as you need, and B) if you screw it up bad enough we can just shave it all off and I’ll work on my Jason Statham impression.”

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She laughed. “Noooo, your hair is too nice to ruin, I promise I’ll do a good job. But like I said, I’m going to take my time since you’re my last client of the night and my other clients didn’t go so great.” She said this while she was gently stroking the back of my head, teasing my scalp with her red nails.

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“Oh?” I asked, trying to be supportive without prying too much.

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“Yeah, I got yelled at by some mom earlier because she didn’t like how her kid’s hair ended up. She didn’t tip me anything. Honestly it shook me up a bit.”

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“Don’t worry, I won’t yell at you, even if you screw mine up too.” I said jokingly, and she smiled. I was already breaking my usual rule of avoiding small talk, but I couldn’t help it. This girl was so hot that I wanted to interact with her as much as possible.

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She spun me around and tilted the chair back to start washing my hair. I love this part of haircuts. The water was warm on an otherwise cold night. I felt like a king, laid back and relaxed while this beautiful girl was massaging my head and lathering in the shampoo. She wasn’t joking about taking her time, it felt like I was down there for ten minutes as her fingers firmly scrubbed my scalp. She smelled amazing as she leaned in close to me. I swear I almost fell asleep, I was in heaven.

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Eventually she tilted my chair back up and spun me around to face the mirror. She took a comb and started taming my mop of hair. “So, are you from around here?” I asked. We started chatting back and forth. She was from around here. She went to a different high school just up the street from mine. She went to university in town, trying to study something smart, but decided it wasn’t for her so she dropped out. She said she belonged at a job working with people rather than cooped up with a bunch of books. She had always done her family’s haircuts at home and thought she could try it out professionally, so she took a course in a different town then came back here to work.

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Conversation between us was natural, we shared a lot of laughs. I like to tease, and from her responses I could tell she liked being teased. We were the only two people left in the small studio this late at night, so we got to talk about things pretty casually. Even though I just met her, it felt like I was talking with an old friend. She lamented about the other clients who yelled at her. I lamented about being stuck here with a noob instead of Shelly. She playfully smacked the back of my head.

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She grabbed the buzzer that was hanging on the wall mount and turned it on. “Sooo, was it your mom or your girlfriend who told you it’s finally time for a haircut?” she asked brazenly. Not one to miss a hint, I smiled and looked at her in the mirror. “No girlfriend, I make these big boy decisions all by myself now.” She smiled back and went back to business.

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She meticulously buzzed the sides of my head, leaning in close enough that I could feel her soft breath tingle my ears. I shivered a bit as the tingles flowed through my body and my cock started to wake up, as if it was well aware that I was alone in a room with a hot female. She paused to take off her sweater, revealing a white tank top that was stretched to its limits to contain her impressive tits hiding inside a white bra. She had one hand working the electric razor, and the other hand was rested on my neck. As she buzzed, she was gently rubbing my neck and it felt so good. I closed my eyes and sighed a bit. She took that as a cue to start massaging my neck harder, while we still chatted.

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She finished the buzz and grabbed a comb and pair of scissors to start working on the top. With her arms raised, her chest was extended outwards and she pressed herself against the side of my arm as she clipped away. I felt her tits squish up against my arm as she worked, and I watched in the mirror as the top of her breasts began to spill over her tank top. It was an amazing sight. I was thankful that I was wearing a gown to cover up my rock hard cock as it strained against the insides of my pants, desperate for attention.

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After a lengthy clipping, she blow-dried my hair and then rubbed some styling pomade into her hands. “How do you like it done? Messy?” she asked with a sexy tone.

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Again I had debaucherous thoughts I wanted to answer her with. Yes, I like it done messy. Yes, I like it done rough. Yes, I want to bend you over this chair and ram myself inside you for being such a sexy little tease. Yes, I want to shove my cock in your mouth until you gag and then cover your face with my cum.

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“Messy is good.”

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She positioned herself in front of me and rubbed in the pomade. She was crouched down so that we were eye level, and her hands felt great as they gently teased my hair. She was sticking her tongue out slightly as she focused on what she was doing. I told her she looked cute when she was focused and she giggled. She pulled back and washed her hands. “Okay, all done!”

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I checked myself out in the mirror and I was honestly impressed. I told her I thought she did a great job. She said it helps that I’m good looking to begin with.

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She took off my gown and I stood up. Then, there was a pause. Neither of us wanted this to be over yet. “Is there… anything else I can do for you.. *sir*?” she said nervously. She really emphasized the word “sir” when she said it. Once again, so many dirty thoughts ran through my head. I hesitated, looking her up and down. My heart was pounding in my chest.

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“Yes” was all I said.

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I stepped forward and we started kissing. Her hands immediately went up to the back of my head where they had just spent the last hour. I pushed her back up against the wall, leaning into her as we made out. She moaned as I pressed into her and my hands worked up and down her hips. I reached up the sides of her tank top and she lifted her arms straight up. I pulled the tank top off of her, revealing a toned stomach with a belly-button piercing. She pushed me off and choked out “there’s a staff couch in the back room” as she caught her breath. I took her hand and made my way back there. I sat down on the couch and she got on top of me, straddling me as we continued making out.

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She pulled my shirt over my head and whimpered as she ran her hands along my pecs. My skin was hot and flushed. The blood was pumping through my body and it filled my swollen cock. I reached behind her and undid her bra. It fell to the ground and I started sucking on her tits as she moaned louder. Her hands returned to the back of my head and she pulled me harder into her tits. I gently bit her nipples and she squirmed and squealed with delight. She ran her hands through my hair and I stopped. “Hey, don’t mess up my hair, I just got it done!” She laughed at my lame joke.

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“I guess I need to find something else to do with my hands.” She gave me a quick peck on the lips and then got off my lap and knelt down on the ground in front of me. She unzipped my pants and pulled my stiff cock out. She started slowly stroking it, but could barely fit her tiny hand around it. She looked up into my eyes and stuck her tongue out. With an adorably sweet and innocent voice, she asked, “Do you still like my focused face… *sir*?” I let out a deep growl and grabbed the top of her head and pushed her mouth down over my cock. If she wanted to play as the cute, innocent service employee, I was more than happy to be the rough, demanding customer.

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She slobbered all over my cock, taking it impressively deep into her mouth each time she bobbed. I sighed and groaned and called her a good girl as she kept swallowing my dick deeper and deeper. She pulled off and gasped for air. A thin line of spit connected her bottom lip to the top of my dick before she wiped it away. She dove back in and tried to deep throat further before choking and coming back up for air. Her eyes were red and watery. I reached out with my hand and cupped her cheek and she leaned her face into my hand. She looked up at me with her big round eyes and grabbed my hand. She took my hand and gently slapped herself with it, while staring me deep in the eyes. I could take the hint, this girl was freaky and I was loving it.

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“Come on, you’re going to need to suck better than that if you want me to tip you.” She moaned and tapped my hand again. Oh right, I forgot. I lightly slapped her face and she let out a gasp.

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“Harder” she whispered.

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I wound up and slapped her harder and she moaned SO LOUD. I slapped her with my other hand on the other cheek and again she gasped and moaned.

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“Now get back to sucking and don’t fucking stop until I tell you.”

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She practically impaled her mouth back onto my cock. I almost jumped off the couch with how fast she swallowed my dick whole. I was in heaven again watching her beautiful face slam up and down on my cock. Her spit was flowing down the side of it, dripping down into a small puddle on the ground underneath her. Any guy will tell you that the most important ingredient to a blowjob is enthusiasm, and let me tell you, this girl was sucking my dick like she was dying from poison and my cum was the only antidote. I was ready to give it to her as well. Too ready. But I wasn’t going to cum yet before I got a chance to fuck her.

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“Stop.” I said in the most commanding voice I could muster under the circumstances. “Stand up and take your clothes off. Show me what else you have to offer me.”

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She smiled and stood up. She peeled off her tight jeans and striped underwear. Her pussy was completely bare, she must have just shaved that day. I kept the roleplay up. “Turn around. Your ass better be worth my time to look at.”

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Spoiler: it was. The same ass that had teased me when I first walked into the salon was now exposed completely. Perfectly round, perfectly smooth, perfectly blemish-free. It had the right balance of soft and squishy vs. muscular and firm. I was desperate to just lean forward and bury my face in it. But I was enjoying the power dynamic in our charade. So instead I slapped her ass and she shrieked and giggled.

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“Do you like my ass?”

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“Yes, I think it’s just what I need. Now bend over on the couch.” She got on the couch on her knees next to me. I reached out and with one hand I roughly squeezed her ass. With the other hand I felt up and down her soaking wet pussy. I slipped two fingers inside and hooked them so that I was pushing against her g-spot. She moaned louder. With my other hand I alternated between rubbing her clit and slapping her ass. She was moaning and bucking against my two fingers and kept crying out for more. When I stopped, she complained. I stood up and turned her so that her ass was hanging off the front of the couch towards me. Her tits were pressed into the top of the couch and her head was leaned over the back of the couch. Her previously perfect hair was now completely disheveled. I stood up behind her and hesitated.

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“Uhhh..” I said, awkwardly breaking the roleplay.

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“In my purse,” she said, reading my mind, “on the table, in the little zippered pocket.” I found the condom and put it on, then positioned myself behind her again.

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“You’ve been such a good girl for me, are you ready for me to show my appreciation?”

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“Yes sir, please give it to me!” She replied desperately. I sank my cock into her finally and she cried out. Her hands squeezed the top of the couch while mine squeezed her hips. I started off slow, savoring the feeling as my dick slid in and out of her tight pussy. She was gasping each time I bottomed out. I picked up the pace and slapped her ass, which caused her to make more sexy noises. My balls slapped against her clit as I started really fucking her harder and harder.

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“Do you like being such a little slut, offering your sexy body to all your clients?” I asked while spanking her ass.

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“I love it so much, I love teasing clients and then giving myself to them.”

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“Good girl, now the last thing I want from you is for you to cum all over my cock, understand?” I said, still slamming into her.

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That was enough for her, and she screamed out into the otherwise empty salon. Her body shook and her pussy clamped down onto my cock. My dick had also had enough and demanded its own release. My orgasm started shooting through my body and my animalistic urges took over. I pounded into her pussy so hard I’m amazed the couch didn’t tip over. I slapped her ass harder than I’ve ever slapped anything before in my life. My cock flooded with bliss and then eventually erupted into the condom as she held on for dear life. I finally slowed to a stop and we both panted and collapsed on the couch together in a sweaty mess. I disposed the condom and then went back on the couch to cuddle up with her.

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We both agreed that was amazing and she said she’s always fantasized about this sort of thing but never thought she would ever follow through with it. I joked that whenever I have this fantasy I usually imagine it with Shelly but this worked too. She laughed and smacked me again. Eventually I got up to put my clothes back on. It had been almost 2 hours since I first walked in the door and here I was in post-sex bliss with this amazing girl.

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“As much fun as that was.. you still have to pay me” she said laughing.

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I tipped her 200%, and also gave her my number.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/e709da/the_hairdresser_mf