Anwyll Relish
The Harrisons were a middle-age couple, who had just inherited a mansion and a huge amount of money from their great uncle. Both their kids were in college and since they were all by themselves, they decided to live the life of luxury by moving into the mansion.
The Victorian style mansion was exquisite in every way with all modern facilities as well as a whole gamut of art work from decades of history. The mansion was located in a rather remote countryside, at the edge of a forest. The nearest town was 8 miles away down a scenic but lonely road.
The Harrisons had moved into the mansion and wanted to evaluate the monetary value of all the items in the house. They started looking for a curator and after interviewing several candidates, they hired Carol, who had just finished her internship as an assistant curator and was now pursuing her Phd in History from a university that was in the same district.
Carol was a beautiful 20-year-old girl of American-Chinese descent, she had a pretty face with a petite figure and a friendly personality; her main attraction however, was her hair.
She had long silky black tresses that flowed all the way down to her calves; that was evenly thick from roots till the ends. She mostly kept her hair all coiled up on the back of her head and occasionally in a long thick flowing braid or a ponytail.
Apart from a salary, the Harrisons offered her to stay with them, till she completed her work, to which she happily agreed. The mansion did not have any housekeeping staff; the cleaners in this mansion came twice a week and Carol had the option of cooking for herself, ordering food from outside or even going out for a meal herself; since the Harrisons mostly stayed out.
Almost every evening Carol would drive her ‘Mini EV’ to the market place café that doubled up as a grocery store. This is where Chuck worked, a 24-year-old bald punk guy with tattoos & piercings and a masculine physique.
Chuck had also moved to the town from the city since he had been convicted of vandalism and ostracised from the city for a period of two years. His sentence could be commuted if he kept up good behaviour, which was periodically monitored.
However, ever since he had seen Carol, he harboured a secret desire to have her in bed, play with all that gorgeous long, thick, silky hair and then chop it all off and even shave her head. The problem however was, that if he wanted his fantasy to become reality, he would have to play his cards very carefully; for even a slight mistake, would land him in jail. Therefore, he had been meticulously planning his moves.
In the first few weeks, that he had known her, he had gained her trust enough that allowed him to take a walk with her and even joke a bit. Then he started talking about her hair, complimenting it on its beauty and then even expressing a desire to see it all down. Carol loved his compliments but always turned down his request of letting her down, because she did not feel comfortable doing so in public.
Clever Chuck had been playing this card very well making her aware of how much he wanted to see her hair down, without offending her arousing suspicion. He knew he had to keep this up, till the time he could make his next move; which was to be alone with her in a place, where no one would disturb them; also, he had to make sure that there were no after effects, once his desire had been fulfilled.
Then one Sunday when he went to deliver groceries to the Harrison mansion, he noticed that the couple had packed their bags and were about to leave. He casually asked them about what was happening and they told him that they were going to Europe for three weeks.
This was the opportunity he had been waiting for. He knew Carol would be all alone in the house. He took his bike, drove a little distance and hid in the trees on the side of the road, waiting for the Harrisons to pass by.
Soon as he saw their car leave, he called his employer and asked to be let off for the day since he was not feeling well. Then he quickly rushed to his apartment, to collect a belt pouch, in which he had kept some objects that he needed to fulfil his desire.
Next, he rode back to the mansion and rang the bell. Carol answered the door and was pleasantly surprised to see him. For a moment he was frozen to see this sexy, petite girl wearing only shorts and a flimsy white front buttoned casual blouse, through which he could easily make out that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her silky hair was in plump twin braids, that swayed heavily around as if inviting him to undo them.
He had this sudden urge to just pounce on her make her submit to him; however, he regained his composure and explained that his bike had broken down and being a Sunday in remote town, it would take a few hours before anybody came to help. And since it was getting dark, he requested if he could stay a while with her at the mansion.
Naïve Carol gladly agreed but told him that he will have to find something to do on his own to keep himself busy since she would be working in the library.
As she turned around, the four feet long, thick swinging braids were making his heart race, since each of the braids was at-least five inches thick, going all the way to her calves.
They entered the small round library and he noticed that the walls were completely covered with shelves hundreds of books on them. A long table with chairs was set on the far side of the room and in the centre was a rather odd-looking small table with a wooden stool. A small stack of old books and a Tab were on this table with a bigger stack of books on the floor. But he figured out that, it was a table Carol had set to work on.
Standing by her table Carol said “I am sorry, I won’t be able to have a conversation with you, I really have to finish this, but you are welcome to help yourself to the fridge or read a book”.
“It’s allright Carol, mind if I look around for a bit?”
“Sure” she said as she sat down on the stool, flipped her braids back and began working on her Tablet.
Chuck looked around and spotted an unusual chair. He picked it up, put it right behind Carol and sat down on it.
Carol apparently did not even know, that he was sitting so close behind her that there wasn’t enough space for her to even stand up.
Placing his bag on the floor he took a deep breath. Sitting in that position he felt intoxicated as he stared at the plump braids on her back “Say, I was just wondering” he said.
“About what?” she asked without turning around.
“Every-time I ask you to let your hair down; you say you aren’t comfortable doing so in public”.
“So?”
He leaned forward, gently gathering both her braids in his left hand and giving it a gentle tug “So, I was wondering, since we’re not in public at the moment, how about letting your hair out of these braids now?”
Carol turned her head slightly, placing her right hand on the back of her head and replied “No Chuck, not right now please”.
“Why not?” he asked applying another gentle tug.
“Chuck, I know you want to see my hair down, and I don’t mind showing it to you, but right now I have a lot of work to do, another time perhaps” she asserted.
“Aww…all right, but how about I just play with your braids a bit? I can’t see anything else in here that interests me” he said with a wink.
Reluctantly Carol replied “Allright, just don’t pull too hard; and whatever you do, don’t undo my hair, it takes a lot of time, putting it all back”.
“All right” he answered, leaning back in the chair, gently lifting both the braids his hands. There he was with all her hair at his disposal, finally beginning his fantasy. Even though he felt like taking out his scissors and chopping off the braids right then & there; he decided to keep the cutting as a finale for the game he was about to play.
He was in a trance, as he began stroking the braids. This was sheer bliss, as the thickness of the plump silky braids was even right from the base till the ends. After running his grips through the long lengths, he decided to make his next move.
He began by concentrating on the left braid, by gently lifting it from the tassel. He took one quick glance at Carol, who was busy with her books, then tightening his grip above the rubber band, so that she wouldn’t feel it move, he pulled the band off. Instantly the thick luscious hair loosened in his grip.
He flicked the band away and using both hands, gently began separating the thick, plump, silky strands, while ensuring not to tug or pull. Soon he was unravelling the knots with his right hand, while gathering the lush mounds of her undone tresses in his left.
By the time he reached half-way up her braid he already had a hard-on; with Carol still unaware, concentrating on her tablet. He continued the unravelling, and soon had reached the neck level. This is when Carol felt something odd and turned her face to check.
“Oh Chuck, I told you not to undo my hair” she said a bit annoyed, as she pulled her almost unravelled braid, to front and began re-braiding it.
Her right braid was still on his lap, and so, Chuck quickly picked it up, removed the band and began unravelling it. By the time Carol had re-plaited the left braid and turned to him asking for the band; chuck had completely unravelled her right braid.
“Here” said Chuck placing her entirely undone hair, on to her right shoulder. “Oh Chuck, why did you do that, now I am going to have to brush my hair all over again” she said and tried to get up, when Chuck pressed her shoulders, pushing her back into her sitting position.
Swiftly he pulled back the undone hair and the left braid. Then gripping both at the nape of her neck firmly said “you always said you weren’t comfortable letting your hair down in public… but right now you’re at home, and I am going to undo your hair, so sit still” by now he had pulled a brush out of his bag.
“But”
“But relax Carol, and let me worry about putting your hair back” he said showing her the brush, as she reluctantly turned around. Chuck stood up and now with full authority, he swiftly undid her hair completely, and began finger combing it right from top, till the ends.
Carol’s head bobbed as he gripped it all in a makeshift ponytail, pulling it in all directions. He would grip it from the middle and rake it with his fingers or simply dive his hands at her crown, giving her a gentle massage. Carol was actually beginning to enjoy this hair-play.
He would roll all her hair up either around one, or both fists, gently bobbing her head; he would separate the entire lengths into two sections and grip it make-shift pigtails. Carol had never experienced anything quite like this; since both of them were enjoying it, as time passed by; Carol had kept her work aside and was simply enjoying the game, giving out occasional moans of pleasure.
This was exciting for Chuck as well, he gathered all her at the nape, holding it firmly in his left hand, made her stand. From behind he made her head tilt aside… and began kissing her neck.
Though for a moment she was taken aback, but the pleasure was so intoxicating that she merely closed her eyes, allowing him to do whatever he wanted. Chuck began shifting the silky mound of hair from one fist to another, tilting her head in either direction devouring her neck, making her moans more intense.
He released her hair and turned her around abruptly. The next instant he again inserted his hands into her dishevelling tresses, pulling her mouth closer and pressing it against his own.
As he explored her mouth with his tongue his hands began unbuttoning her top. Carol tried to resist, but he easily overcame her feeble attempt, and his hands found their way, squeezing her boobs. Completely now in Chuck’s control, Carol went into a trance, giving in to his desire.
Breathing heavily Carol squealed as he massaged each breast and kissed her neck. He released her hair, and undid her shorts. There she was the goddess of beauty with long silky tresses and completely naked, all for him to devour.
Carol was in such a trance that even before she could register what Chuck was doing, he had stripped himself naked and laid her on the floor. Carol shrieked loudly as he penetrated her; and instantly he knew she was a virgin. This excited him even more as he began pumping her harder & harder. Carol’s loud shrieks filled the house, but there was no one to hear.
A little while later Chuck and Carol lay on the floor in a spooning position with Chuck still caressing her tresses. Neither of them knew, how much time had passed, when Carol slowly got up and gave him a sober smile. She managed to coil up her dishevelled hair and picked up her clothes.
Chuck followed her to her bedroom. He saw Carol going into the bathroom, and he followed her inside, closing the door behind him. Carol though did not speak at all, but for some reason submitted herself completely to Chuck’s will.
In the shower he washed & conditioned her hair and then wrapped it all up in a towel. Carol now was sitting at the dressing table in her bathrobe, with Chuck blow-drying her hair.
He then used a wide-toothed comb to de-tangle her hair and after an hours effort of pampering, Carol’s hair was back to its shining, glossy, tangle free glory.
She watched in the mirror as he brushed her hair; it was so comforting that she closed her eyes. A while later she felt him stop the brushing and pull all her hair back, holding it firmly at the nape. She opened her eyes and noticed him staring into the reflection of her face with a serious expression.
“You’ll look so much prettier with short hair” he said.
Carol instantly turned to him in shock “What do you mean?”
Gently pushing her face back towards the mirror, he gazed into the reflection of her eyes while gripping her hair even tighter and said “I mean It’s about time, you became a woman”.
Carol was confused she didn’t know how to respond; while Chuck rolled her hair around his fist once, gently pulling it down and bringing her face up “I just took your virginity, now I want your hair as well; you don’t know how long I’ve waited for this moment”.
And before she could even react; chuck placed his lips on to hers sending her into a trance again. Still holding her hair, he made her stand up and with his free hand disrobed her. Then made her sit between his legs on the bed and once again began brushing her hair, gathering it all into a semblance of a ponytail.
Finally he pulled it all back in his left hand and produced a large pair of sharp office shears. “SNAP” he opened the scissors and put her hair between the blades. He was getting excited as he pumped the blades. The entire room was filled with the scrunching of the shears and Carol’s sobs as her head bobbed.
“Ssccccrrruuunch” “Ssccccrrruuunch” “Ssccccrrruuunch” went the scissors as he hacked off her beautiful tresses. “Sschhhnnnniik” was the final snap as an almost 40 inches long thick mass of silky hair severed off from Carol’s head.
Carol cried as she looked in the mirror at the ragged ends of her remaining hair which now barely reached her shoulders. Chuck took out a small scissor & began cutting again. Tearfully Carol saw as her once long tresses were now being reduced to a pixie cut.
She closed her eyes & covered her face with her hands. Chuck finished her cut & looked at her reflection “You look so much prettier now” he said. Carol slowly removed her hands & looked at the new girl staring back at her from the mirror. Slowly her frown turned into a smile & she said “God…I look so different” Chuck smiled as he saw Carol move her hands over her newly shorn head.
Carol kissed Chuck and they went for another round of sex.
