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From: an99290@anon.penet.fi (Wilder)
Date: Sun, 5 Jun 1994 04:21:33 UTC
Subject: Shelly the Hairdresser

			Shelly the Hairdresser
				  by
			    Miranda Greene

	 My name is Shelly and I'm a hairdresser. I used to work for
a well-known chain but recently a girlfriend and I opened our own
salon. Business has been fairly slow but is starting to pick up.

	Last Friday the shop was completely dead, and by four o' clock
I was ready to pack up and go home. Before I could lock the door,
however, this man suddenly came in. He was tall, blond and had the
bluest eyes I've ever seen. He wore a dark grey suit and looked very
dapper. I wanted him instantly.

	"I guess you were about to close up," he apologized, "but I
was wondering if you could fit me in quickly."

	Well, I wasn't about to tell him WHERE I wanted to fit him in
-- namely my wet, hungry hole. Instead I waved him casually over to a
chair. He sat down and said he just needed a little trim. This time
I couldn't hold my tongue. I blurted out, "Oh, you'll be getting a
lot of trim, don't worry!" I think he got the hint because the next
thing I knew, he pulled me close and pressed his mouth to mine. I
returned his kiss, pushing my tongue into his mouth. Then I moved
away to the front door, locked it, and flipped the sign so that the
"closed" side displayed outwards.

	I turned around and stared at him. He sat immobile in the
chair, his legs slightly apart, gazing back at me. I decided to tease
him. Leaning against the door, I reached down with both hands,
grabbed the hem of my skirt, and began to lift it up. As my bare
thighs came into view, I heard him inhale sharply. I lifted my skirt
up to my waist and proudly displayed my pink lace panties. He exhaled
loudly and I noticed with delight that he had developed a furious
erection. Carefully keeping my skirt raised, I hooked both thumbs
into the waistband of my panties and slowly lowered them. At the
sight of my furry brown bush, he moaned, a sound that conveyed his
intense desire for me. I could see that his hard love pole was
straining to be released from its material prison. It was time for
action!

	I pulled my panties all the way down to my ankles and stepped
out of them. Releasing the hem of my skirt so that I was once again
decently covered, I slowly walked over to him and sat down across his
legs, making sure not to cover his crotch so that my hand would be
able to caress his stiff dick. Before I could stroke him, he suddenly
grabbed the back of my head and kissed me roughly. His hands gripped
my hair tight. I have to tell you, nothing makes me wetter than a guy
pulling on my hair. I don't know what it is but something about it
sends an electric charge straight to my pussy! I moaned, ran my soft
hand over the hard bulge in his pants and whispered, "Pull my hair!
Make it hurt!"

	He responded immediately, yanking on my hair so hard I thought
he would pull it out, roots and all! But I loved the feeling, and got
so turned on I almost forgot where I was. Luckily, I quickly
remembered: I was sitting on a gorgeous guy's lap, running my hand
over his convulsing crotch. Time to take advantage of the situation!

	I opened his fly, slipped my fingers in, and extricated his
prick from his boxer shorts. It was beautifully shaped, seven inches
long and capped with a huge head. Pulling myself away from his grasp,
I slid down until I was kneeling in front of him. He smiled, the way
guys always do when they know they're about to be blown. I began
stroking his smooth, firm cock, running my hand up and down the shaft.
His cockhead was so big I wondered if I'd be able to fit it in my
mouth! Gingerly, I stuck out my tongue and began licking along the
length of his penis. My mouth, like my pussy, gets really wet when I
get turned on and soon his dick was covered in my saliva. He was
breathing really heavily now and I heard him mutter under his breath,
"Put it in your mouth, you bitch." Now, dirty talk gets me almost as
hot as hair pulling, so I told him to tell me exactly what he wanted
in as crude a way as possible.

	"I want you to open your mouth wide," he said. "I want you to
take my cock into your mouth and suck it like the whore you are. I
want you to take it all the way down your throat and pleasure me until
I shoot my hot cum into you."

	Well! You don't have to tell me twice! Without further
hesitation I slipped my lips around the enlarged head of his member.
It was a real stretch to fit my mouth around it but somehow I managed.
I heard him inhale sharply as I moved my face down, sliding his meat
in to my hot, wet mouth. Slowly, I worked his cock further and
further into my mouth, letting the tip push into my throat. Soon, I
had his entire erection inside my oral cavity!

	I decided to tease him again. (In case you haven't guessed, I
LOVE teasing guys -- next to hair pulling and dirty talk it's the
hottest!) Instead of moving my mouth up and down and sucking him off,
I would wait, unmoving, and see if he'd take the initiative.

	I didn't have to wait long. After a few seconds, he looked
down at me with impatient eyes. Then, figuring out that I wasn't
going to move, he grabbed my hair with both hands and pulled hard,
lifting my head up and causing my mouth to slide up his pole. Then he
pushed down on the top of my head so that his rod impaled me. He kept
repeating this motion, getting faster and faster. I have to say I was
becoming extremely excited. The pain of being lifted by my hair was
intense yet delicious. Coupled with this was the excitement of being
manipulated by him. The idea that he was using me like some kind of
sex toy, lifting my face up and down on his dick, drove me absolutely
crazy!

	Faster and faster he went until he was forcing my mouth up and
down on his cock at an incredible rate. I was afraid I would choke
but my mouth was so wet that he slid in and out easily. I began to
eagerly anticipate the creaming that was to come. What would it taste
like? Would it be salty? Or bland? Thick and creamy or thin and
runny? Of course, if he came while his cockhead was all the way down
my throat I wouldn't get to taste it at all. I hoped he would shoot
his wad when his prick was just inside my lips so that I could savour
his milky tribute.

	"Oh god," he suddenly cried. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna
fucking cum!"

	Holding my hair tightly, the tip of his love pole resting in my
mouth, he exploded, letting loose a hot blast of thick, gooey cum that
flooded my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could, intent on not
spilling a drop, and made sure to taste it as it flowed down my
throat. It was delicious! Not too salty but not flavorless either.
It reminded me of the hollandaise sauce my grandma used to make.

	And there was so much of it! I couldn't believe that one man
could spurt so much yummy cum but there it was, filling my mouth and
pouring down my throat. I managed to swallow most of it but despite
my valiant efforts a little bit escaped and began to dribble in a thin
stream down my chin and onto my neck. I was going to wipe it off but
then thought that it probably made me look deliciously whore-like so I
left it for him to notice. It took him several minutes to recover
from his violent orgasm. When he finally opened his eyes he looked
down and smiled and I could tell that he liked the sight of his cum
dripping out of my mouth. I locked eyes with him, stuck out my
tongue, and licked up as much of the spilled seed that I could reach.
He bent down slightly, wiped the cum from my chin and neck with two of
his fingers and offered them to me. I took them into my mouth and
sucked them noisily. He smiled wider and said, "How would you like it
if I pushed these fingers into your pussy?" I didn't hesitate to
respond, nodding my head fervently.

	He quickly zipped up his pants and we changed places. I
leaned back in the chair and spread my legs wide so that my skirt rode
up to my waist. We each caught our breath as my steaming cunt came
into view. It was absolutely soaked! I have a tendency to get really
wet when I get turned on but even I was amazed at how juicy I was.
Viscous fluid was bubbling up form the depths of my slit and dripping
down my thighs. Pretty soon there was gonna be a puddle on the floor!

	I looked at him intensely and growled, "What are you waiting
for, a formal invitation? C'mon and finger my hole!" He quickly
responded by probing my labia with an exploratory digit, sliding his
fingertip along the edges of my furiously moist lips. I held my
breath with pleasure as he stroked all around the opening to my pussy,
waiting expectantly for him to push his finger into me. But he just
kept caressing my cuntlips, and I suddenly realized that HE was now
teasing ME! Well! Some nerve! I wouldn't stands for this! Reaching
out, I grabbed his hand in mine and pulled it towards me so that his
finger shot into my hungry snatch. "OOOh!" I cried involuntarily as
his rigid digit penetrated my wet fire. Gripping his wrist as tightly
as I could, I pulled and pushed so that his finger slid in and out,
fucking me feverishly. Now HE got to be MY sex toy!

	I should tell you another thing about myself. When it comes
to penetration, my philosophy is "Fuck me hard or don't fucking
bother!" So, with that in mind, I manipulated his finger so that it
rammed into me with brutal, punishing strokes. I clenched my pussy
muscles tight so that I could feel him rubbing against my wet walls,
closed my eyes in ecstasy as I enjoyed the pleasures of this flesh
dildo. Even though his finger wasn't very thick it proved to be a
remarkable source of pleasure. Pretty soon, though, I knew that I
would need more.

	I opened my eyes, stared at him, and pulled his finger out of
my juicy slit. His hand was covered in my thick cunt juice and, just
as I had predicted, there was a small pool of fluid on the floor just
under my crotch.

	"Didn't you say you were going to put fingers, plural, into
me?" I enquired saucily. He smiled and retorted, "How many do you
want?" I breathed heavily, "How many you got?"

	I guess he took this as a challenge because before you could
say "fist fuck" he was shoving fingers up my wet hole. First he pushed
in two, then three, then he had four fingers ramming in and out of my
box. I thought I was going to pass out from pleasure. Next to hair
pulling, dirty talk, and teasing, having my pussy stuffed to capacity
is my absolute favourite thing. I leaned back as far as I could in
the chair and enjoyed the sensational feeling of four fingers filling
me up. God, I wondered, what if he tries to shove his thumb in too?
Could I possibly take his whole fist? This was something I'd never
tried before, not because I wasn't into it but due to the
unimaginative weenies I usually went to bed with. This guy was
different. I decided if he wanted to fist me, it was A-OK!

	But he didn't put his thumb into me; well, I should say, he
didn't put it in my cunt. Suddenly, as his four fingers fucked my
fiery fun hole, I felt a ticklish sensation underneath my pussy. He
was rubbing my anus with his thumb! I gulped. No one had ever
touched me there before. Was he actually going to push his thumb up
my ass? Or would he just rub the outside of that forbidden place? I
was a little nervous, I must confess. I mean, I love having fingers
shoved up my cunt, but my asshole? Wouldn't it hurt? At the same
time, I was in such a wild state of sexual abandon that I was willing
to try just about anything. If he wanted to stick his thumb up my ass,
hell, why not? Of course, that was all he was going to put up there.
I had heard that some girls liked getting fucked in the ass but that
seemed to me to be going a little too far! A thumb is one thing; a 7
inch cock with a tip the size of a golf ball is quite another!

	He smiled at me and, as though reading my mind, said, "Can I
put my thumb in your ass? Don't worry, I won't try to fuck you
there."

	I didn't want him to think i was concerned. I wanted him to
think I was a total fuck goddess who would do anything. I like it
when men think of me that way.

	"Go ahead," I mumbled, hoping I sounded nonchalant. Inwardly,
I braced myself for the unfamiliar penetration. He kept rubbing the
outside of my tight little hole and I realized that he was lubing it
with the juice that had dripped down there from my pussy. Then he
stopped moving his hand so that his four fingers were at rest deep in
my snatch. He applied a little pressure with his thumb and I breathed
in quickly as his thick digit slid into my ass. What a strange
feeling! It didn't hurt but it was a little irritating. Then he
began pushing it in and out of my hole, working it in deeper and
deeper, and the irritation turned to pure pleasure. And then he began
moving his whole hand! Oh my God! How can words do justice to the
feeling of four fingers moving in and out of my sopping box and a
thumb fucking my asshole? It was unbelievably stimulating. I felt so
full. My pussy was stuffed beyond belief and that thumb in my ass
just added to the ecstasy I was feeling. In one of my few lucid
moments I realized that his whole right hand was fucking me.
Phenomenal.

	"Do you like this?" he asked gently but I didn't have to
answer him -- my moans said it all. I was panting loudly, a deep
primal sound that might have emanated from my drooling cunt. My mouth
was open and I was dimly aware that I was drooling onto my shirt front,
but I didn't care. I was in the throes of complete FUCKING ecstasy!
What the hell was a little drool compared to that?

	And then I knew that I was about to orgasm. The sudden
dawning of this fact took me completely by surprise because up to this
point I had only ever cum from having my clit rubbed. This guy hadn't
even looked sideways at my clit. An orgasm simply from penetration?
Impossible, I thought. I must be mistaken. But there was no
mistaking the electricity running through my body. It was jumping
from my cunt to my anus to my clit. Incredible! Every time he thrust
into my two holes I felt it in my clit which was now red hot and
humming with life. Who cares if it's impossible, I thought. Grab it
while you can!

	"Aaaagh!" I screamed as the first waves of orgasm washed over
me, The blond hunk, God bless him, didn't bat a blue eye; he kept on
hammering at my snatch and tight hole as I screamed my head off. The
orgasm seemed to go on forever. I remember looking down and seeing
juice pouring out of my cunt, covering my thighs and his forearm and
soaking the floor. My mind was totally unhinged as my body undulated
with feverish intensity. I kept pushing myself against his fist, not
wanting the ecstasy to end.

	Finally, alas, it was over. I lay back against the chair
completely drained. If the roof had begun caving in I couldn't have
moved, couldn't have cared less. As far as I was concerned, the roof
had caved in!

	I opened my eyes. The guy who had just performed a miracle
was at the sink washing his hands. I closed my legs feeling shy all
of a sudden. I was covered in pussy juice and I desperately wanted a
shower.

	I watched him dry his hands then move to the door. He
unlocked it and turned back to look at me.

	"Thanks for the trim."

	I smiled weakly and said, "I hope you'll be a regular client."

	He seemed to think about this for a moment then said, "Well,
to tell you the truth, I generally cut my own hair. I know what I
like better than anyone." Then he turned and walked out and I watched
through the open door as he ambled easily down the street in the dying
light of the afternoon.