Bill Harter
This story is meant to be read in sequence with the others, but I have done my best to make it work as a stand alone story, too.
It was time for my monthly massage and my aching body was ready for it. As I drove to Stacy’s studio, I didn’t know what to expect.
Our friendly massage relationship had turned into a struggle for haircutting dominance. A few months ago, Stacy cut my hair without permission on the pretext of a neck shave to make my massage more comfortable. Then she proceeded to ride me in the chair until she climaxed. On the next visit, I forcefully gave her the A-line bob she had needed for months. Then I bent her over the massage table and bred her like an animal. On my last visit, she had “bought” the rights to barbering me from my regular barber, Roxy. Roxy taught Stacy to fade me, and then drastically tightened her A-line. Then the two of them played with each other in front of me, and Roxy continued playing with Stacy’s nipples and watched while Stacy rode me again. Whew!
I had gotten 2 reminder emails. “You have a haircut with Stacy at 3pm.” “You have a massage with Stacy at 4:30pm.” Once again, an hour and a half for a haircut? What was she up to this time?
I walked in the door, and Stacy greeted me with a dazzling smile. I studied her. Her A-line had grown out slightly, and her nape was just a touch fuzzy. I noticed that she was braless and her nipples were very prominent. She was also wearing makeup, which was unusual. Her eyeshadow and winged liner made her blue eyes really pop.
She drew me into a fierce hug and whispered in my ear. “I’ve been waiting a month to play again. I’m so glad you are here.”
She led me to the first massage room and locked the door behind us. All of her barbering tools were laid out on a small table, along with a jar of pomade and a big can of Aquanet. She helped me out of my clothes, and seated me on the low wooden chair that served as a barber chair.
“I think we can forgo the towel across your middle, don’t you?” I nodded. I was fully erect.
She knelt in front of me, taking me into her mouth. Her head bobbed several times and I was in ecstasy. She stopped, stood up, and freed her substantial breasts from her loose dress. She offered one near my mouth. I suckled hard on the left one while pinching the right aggressively. Stacy moaned.
Stacy said, “No more Roxy in the mix. This is about us now. I want to be your barber and I want you to be my stylist. Does that sound good to you?”
I stopped sucking briefly and simply said, “Yes.” Then I switched to the other breast and bit down. Stacy moaned more loudly.
“Mmmm… you’d better stop or neither of us will get a haircut…”
Stacy draped a cape around me and fastened it tightly. Just a little reminder that she was in charge while cutting my hair. Stacy began examining my hair. She had become much more confident since Roxy’s lesson.
I raised an eyebrow, “Caping me this time?”
“It’s much more professional, and besides, I don’t want clippings in my mouth.” She grinned mischievously.
“I think we’ll keep your bald fade, but refresh it. I’ll take the sides back up to about two inches above your ears, clean the transition, and sharpen your hard part.”
She began with the clippers, working carefully around my temples and above my ears. She used a combination of clipper-over-comb and a fade comb to create a smooth transition into the longer hair.
I watched in the mirror as she worked.
“You’ve gotten pretty good at this.”
“Roxy was an excellent teacher. Besides, I’m rather taken with my favorite customer…” Her eyes sparkled.
She switched to her detail trimmer, cleaning the edges around my ears and refining my neckline. Then she refreshed the hard part with a straight razor.
Next came the scissors. She shortened the top slightly, preserving enough length for my familiar slicked-back quiff. She used thinning shears sparingly to remove excess bulk without sacrificing the density I liked.
“Now for the important part,” she announced.
She opened my jar of SixtyEight heavy-hold pomade.
I grinned, “Not going to ride me this time?”
Surprisingly, Stacy looked down, blushing. “I… erm… want to save all your capacity for later. I loved it when you took me from behind and want more of that…”
I went silent, surprised that she wanted to give up the dominant role today. This was new, and I liked it.
Stacy rubbed a generous amount of pomade between her palms and worked it through my hair. She combed everything straight back, then carefully lifted the front into a defined quiff. She applied a little more pomade to the sides, smoothing them close to my head.
“There. Neat, shiny, and properly controlled.”
She turned the chair toward the mirror.
I admired the clean fade, crisp hard part, and glossy finish.
“That’s excellent.”
Stacy kissed me hard. “I think we’re getting quite a team together.” She uncaped me, dumping the cut hair on the ground. I took the cape from her as she slipped out of her dress and sat in the chair.
“Hmm, before I cape you, I think you need a bit of a tidy up down below. Put your legs over the chair arms so I have access.”
She complied, exposing herself, and I picked up the trimmer. Stacy moaned at the vibrations as I shaved her bare. I removed the last bit of stubble with the foil shaver, leaving her very smooth. I held the vibrating shaver tightly and touched my index finger to her erect clit. The vibrations sent her over the edge immediately.
I caped the slumped figure in front of me. Taking her face in my hands I said “Time to sit up for your haircut, love.” Stacy struggled to sit up and collect herself.
I studied her hair carefully. Her A-line bob was still fresh, but the front had begun to lose some of its precision. “Let’s preserve Roxy’s shape,” I said. “Just sharpen the angle and take a little weight out of the sides.”
I combed her hair carefully, checking the original cutting lines. I used scissors to refine the longer front sections, maintaining the asymmetric angle. Then I picked up the thinning shears and worked gently through the heavier areas above the ears.
I had to be particularly careful not to disturb the beautiful tapered nape Roxy had created.
Finally, I used the razor to soften the ends of the longer sections, giving the front a little more movement.
I finished by blow-drying her hair smooth, directing the sides close to her head and shaping the front into a graceful sweep. I warmed a small dab of pomade between my hands and polished the surface.
Stacy’s bob looked freshly cut again: precise, asymmetric, smooth, and beautifully shaped. I gave it two heavy coats of Aquanet for a firm, shining surface. I suspected the hold would be needed for the rest of the afternoon’s activities.
She turned her head from side to side. The bob moved slightly, but kept its polished surface.
“It’s beautiful. So controlled and glossy.”
“I thought you might need a little extra hold for the rest of the afternoon…”
“Mmm… I suspect you are right. Maybe you’d better check it again. It may need another coat…” She knelt in front of me, still caped. Her head began to bob.
“You are right… you’ll need a nice stiff finish.” I gave her another heavy coat of spray as she sucked.
She rose gracefully, stopping before I came. “Uncape me and give me what I need.”
I gently uncaped her, and she bent over the massage table. I slipped into her dripping hole and she moaned. After a few minutes pounding, she gripped me hard internally, forcing me to stop. “Spread my cheeks and take me that way, too,” she panted. “I need you in every hole.”
I stayed in her, reaching for a nearby bottle of massage lotion. I gently spread her cheeks and drizzled the lotion down her crack. I also coated two fingers and used them to gently open her. Then I alternated thrusts of fingers in her anus and my cock inside her, loosening her and continuing the stimulation at both ends.
“Oh my God! I’ve never felt like this… please take my ass now!!”
I pushed in with a single thrust.
“Fill me… I need to feel it!”
With both of us overloaded with sensations, it didn’t take long before she got her wish.
I helped Stacy to stand, and we held each other until we regained our senses. She laid her head on my shoulder. “Thank you. I needed that so much.” She smiled up at me. “It’s so much better when we play together. No more dominance games… just indulging each other.”
“You’re right. It’s sexier this way.”
“Now I have something special for you,” Stacy said. “It’s your turn to bend over the table.”
I raised an eyebrow, but complied.
She spread my cheeks and began drizzling massage lotion. She began a very intimate massage, slipping two fingers in me.
“Did you know that you could come from a prostate massage?”
I didn’t, but suspected I was about to learn……
