Jenna always gets her way

Warning not a totally pg story contains explicit depictions of sexual dominance in its infancy stage

Yes, most of this is actually a true story. Names and ages have been changed, and most of the sexual scenes are moderately exaggerated. 😉 (bj in the BS did happen, but in the bathroom, not in front of the barber (but he without a doubt knew exactly what was happening).

“Mike” was 21 and actually was my stepbrother, and the mother in this story was my stepmother of 14 years (my dad’s 3rd wife). She was extremely wealthy and constantly away on work (turned her father’s failing golf course business into a moderate real estate empire).

“Jenna” was 20-21 at this time, and she and Mike somehow still dated for at least 8 months after the ordeal. We also have kept “in touch” over the last 16 years since it happened (quite a few times).

“Ben” was 16 at the time (lol), and this was definitely the birth of something magical for him that has never left him to this day, and he has been fortunate enough to have dozens of real-life similar experiences.

Somehow absolutely none of this affected Ben and Mike’s relationship.

Jenna looked at the clock and sighed. Another lazy Sunday afternoon stretched out before her like a boring, straight line, devoid of any excitement or promise. That was until the doorbell rang. She padded over to the door in her oversized t-shirt and panties, her barely B-cup breasts bouncing slightly with each step. The fabric of the shirt was thin, revealing the dark areolae of her small but sensitive nipples, which always seemed to stand at attention, begging for someone to notice them.

 

“Jenna!” her boyfriend, Mike, called out from the couch. “Can you get that?”

 

“Yeah, sure,” she replied, not bothering to hide the lack of enthusiasm in her voice. She opened the door to find Ben, Mike’s younger brother, standing on the porch. His hair was a wild mess of thick, dark curls that looked like they hadn’t seen a comb in weeks. He was only 20, but his dishevelled appearance made him seem younger.

 

“Hey, Jenna,” Ben greeted her, his eyes flicking down to the hem of her shirt. He couldn’t help but wonder if she was wearing anything underneath. Jenna felt a flutter in her stomach. She knew Ben had always had a bit of a crush on her, but she had never really given it much thought.

 

“Moms got me on a tight leash,” he continued, a hint of frustration in his voice. “I’ve got a job interview tomorrow, and she wants me to look respectable, so she said I had to ask Mike to take me to get a haircut.”

 

Jenna looked him over, taking in his unkempt state. His curls hung down to the middle of his neck and over his eyes, which were a piercing blue, just like Mike’s. His body was leaner than Mike’s, but with a hint of muscle from his years playing soccer. His tight jeans hugged his ass, showcasing the firm, round cheeks she had often admired from afar. His ass hole was tight and unblemished, a secret treasure waiting to be discovered.

 

“Mike’s not here,” she told him. “But I can take you to the barbershop.”

 

Ben’s face lit up. “Really? That would be amazing. Thanks, Jenna.”

 

The barbershop was a relic from a bygone era, with red and white striped poles outside and a bell that jingled when the door opened. Inside, it smelled like shaving cream and aftershave, a scent that brought back memories of her father taking her to get her bangs trimmed when she was a little girl. The barber, a gruff but friendly man named Tony, nodded at her as she ushered Ben to the chair.

 

“What’ll it be?” Tony asked, his eyes lingering on Jenna’s tight, round ass as she stepped closer to Ben. She felt a thrill run up her spine at the thought of Tony watching her.

 

“Just a trim, please,” Ben said, sounding a little nervous.

 

Jenna placed her hand on Ben’s shoulder, feeling the warmth of his skin through the fabric of his shirt. “Why don’t we go for something more dramatic?” she suggested with a mischievous smile. “A buzz cut. It’ll be so much easier to manage.”

 

Ben’s eyes widened in shock, but something in Jenna’s tone made him agree. She couldn’t explain the sudden thrill she felt at the idea of watching his hair get shorn away, revealing the smooth, bare skin beneath. It was as if she had discovered a secret power, she didn’t know she had.

 

Tony nodded and turned on the clippers. The buzzing filled the air as he approached Ben’s head. Jenna’s heart raced as she watched the first clump of hair fall to the floor. The vibration of the clippers against Ben’s scalp seemed to resonate in her own body, setting off a tingle between her legs. She had never realized how much she enjoyed the sight of hair falling away, revealing the vulnerable, naked flesh beneath.

 

Ben sat still, his eyes closed as the clippers moved over his head. Jenna couldn’t help but stare at the intimate sight of his bare neck and the way his Adam’s apple bobbed with each swipe of the blade. She felt a strange sense of power and control as Tony buzzed off more and more of Ben’s hair. The pile of dark curls grew on the floor, and she found herself imagining what it would be like to run her hands over the freshly shorn skin.

 

“How short do you want it?” Tony asked, holding up a mirror so Ben could see the back of his head.

 

Ben’s eyes widened at the sight of his near-bare scalp. “Uh, I guess just a little more?” he said uncertainly. Jenna leaned in, her breath hot against Ben’s ear. “Why don’t you let him go all the way?” she whispered. “It’ll feel so good when it’s all gone.”

 

Ben’s cock twitched in his pants at the sound of her voice. He nodded, his heart racing. He had always liked Jenna, but he never thought she would be into something like this. The buzzing grew louder as Tony brought the clippers closer to Ben’s ears, shaving off the last of his hair. Jenna felt her pussy clench with anticipation as she watched Ben’s transformation.

 

Once Tony was done, he handed Ben a handheld mirror. Ben’s eyes went wide as he took in his new look. His skin was so pale, almost ghostly, against the stark contrast of his stubble. The buzz cut accentuated the sharp lines of his jaw and made his blue eyes pop even more. Jenna felt a wave of desire wash over her as she took in the new, more mature look.

 

“Wow,” Ben said, turning to Jenna. “Thank you. I can’t believe I actually went through with it.”

 

Jenna’s eyes drifted down to his lap, where she could see the outline of his growing erection. “It suits you,” she murmured, her voice low and sultry. “You look… incredible.”

 

Her words seemed to unlock something in Ben. He set the mirror down and reached up, taking Jenna’s hand in his. His grip was firm and warm, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. She knew she had to have him, right there in the barbershop with Tony pretending not to watch. She leaned in and kissed him, her tongue sliding against his as he moaned into her mouth.

 

The barber cleared his throat, and Jenna pulled away, flustered. “It’s your turn,” Tony said sternly, pointing to the chair. Jenna looked at him in shock. She hadn’t expected this, but the look in Ben’s eyes told her that he was more than okay with it. She felt a strange mix of fear and excitement as she took her seat, the cool leather sending a shiver down her spine.

 

“What do you want?” Tony asked, his eyes glinting with a knowing smile.

 

Jenna swallowed hard. “Just a trim,” she said, trying to sound casual. But as she sat in the chair, she could feel the heat from Ben’s gaze on her. She knew he was imagining her with no hair at all, just like he was now. The thought made her pussy throb with need.

 

Tony began to cut her hair, the scissors snipping away at her thick, brunette locks. Each time a piece fell to the floor, Jenna felt a little more exposed, a little more vulnerable. She closed her eyes, letting the sensation wash over her. “Take it all off,” she heard Ben murmur, his voice thick with desire.

 

Her heart racing, Jenna nodded. “Do it,” she whispered. “Buzz it all off.”

 

The sound of the clippers was like music to her ears as Tony switched to them and brought them to her hairline. The vibration was intense, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She could feel Ben’s eyes on her, watching every move with rapt attention. As the hair fell away, she felt her inhibitions melt with it. She knew she looked beautiful, powerful, and sexy sitting there with nothing, but a few millimetres of hair left.

 

With each pass of the clippers, Jenna felt more and more turned on. She could feel the cool air on her bare scalp, and she knew her nipples were hard and poking through her shirt. Her ass hole tightened and loosened with every breath she took, the anticipation of what was too come driving her wild.

 

When Tony was done, he stepped back, and Jenna opened her eyes. Ben was staring at her with a look that was pure lust. He reached out and stroked her shorn head, his fingers lingering on her neck, sending shivers down her spine. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured.

 

Jenna stood up, feeling more alive than she had in years. She stepped closer to Ben, her barely-there panties soaked with desire. She could feel his erection pressing against her stomach, and she knew what she wanted. Without saying a word, she dropped to her knees and took him in her mouth. His cock was thick and hard, and she could feel it pulsing with every beat of his heart. She sucked and licked him, her tongue swirling around the head as she stroked the shaft with her hand.

 

Ben’s hands tangled in her hair—or rather, the few strands of hair she had left. He moaned, his hips bucking as Jenna took him deeper into her mouth. She could feel her own juices dripping down her thighs, her need for him growing with each passing second.

 

Tony, having finished cleaning up the mess of hair, was watching them now. He licked his lips, his own cock growing hard at the sight of Jenna on her knees, serving Ben. “Looks like you two have some celebrating to do,” he said, winking at them as he got ready to lock up the barbershop.

 

Jenna didn’t bother to respond. She was too busy showing Ben just how much she enjoyed her new look, and how much she enjoyed being the one in control. She had discovered a side of herself she never knew existed, and she had no intention of letting it go to waste. As they stumbled out of the barbershop and into the night, she knew that this was just the beginning of their adventure.

 

“So, what movie should we go see?” Ben asked, trying to keep his voice steady. His cock was still hard from their encounter in the barbershop, and he could feel pre-cum soaking the fabric of his briefs.

 

“How about that new rom-com?” Jenna suggested, her own voice a little shaky. She couldn’t believe what had just happened between them. “It’s supposed to be pretty good.”

 

Ben nodded, his mind racing with the reality of the situation. “Sounds perfect,” he managed to say, trying to compose himself.

 

As they walked to the theatre, Jenna couldn’t help but feel a sense of giddy excitement bubbling up inside her. The thrill of what they had done in the barbershop was still fresh, and she knew she had to come up with a convincing story for Mike and their mother. She decided on the spot to play it off as a surprise for Ben, something to boost his confidence before his job interview.

 

“So, how do you like your new look?” Jenna asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Ben’s hand automatically went to his now-bare scalp, feeling the stubble against his palm.

 

“It’s… different,” he admitted, his voice low. “But kind of… sexy?”

 

Jenna giggled. “I think so too,” she said, her hand brushing against his thigh. “It’s like you’re a whole new person.”

 

“I just hope Mom doesn’t kill me,” Ben said with a sigh.

 

Jenna leaned in, her breath warm against his ear. “Don’t worry, I’ve got a plan. Tell Mike you’re devastated about your haircut and don’t want to go home. We’ll say you need a night out to cheer up.”

 

Ben’s eyes widened. “But what about the job interview tomorrow?”

 

“You’ll just tell her it was a last-minute decision. You needed a break,” Jenna said with a wink. “And if she asks about your hair, tell her it’s a new look for a new start. It’ll be fine.”

 

At the theatre, Jenna and Ben chose seats in the back row, the darkness of the room providing the perfect cover for their heated glances and subtle touches. The movie played out in front of them, but their minds were elsewhere. Jenna could feel Ben’s cock pressing against her side, and she was acutely aware of the dampness between her legs.

 

“So, are you really upset about your hair?” she whispered, her hand sliding over the stubble of his head.

 

Ben took a deep breath, his heart racing. “No,” he admitted. “It’s… it’s kind of a turn-on.”

 

Jenna’s eyes widened. “It is?” she asked, her voice a seductive whisper. “What do you mean?”

 

“It’s just… the way you looked at me when it was happening,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “I’ve never felt like that before.”

 

Jenna felt a thrill run through her. “Well, if you liked that, you’re going to love what I have in store for you tonight,” she said, her hand sliding down to cup his bulging crotch. Ben gasped, his cock twitching in response.

 

As the movie played on, Jenna’s hand began to move in slow, deliberate strokes, teasing Ben’s shaft through the fabric of his pants. His breath grew ragged, and she could feel his body tensing with each pass. She leaned closer, her breasts pressing against his arm as she whispered dirty thoughts into his ear, her own nipples pebbling with arousal.

 

“What if we don’t make it back to my place?” Ben groaned, his hand slipping under her shirt to squeeze her firm, round breast. “What if we just do it right here?”

 

Jenna bit her lip, considering the idea. “Too risky,” she murmured, her voice a sultry purr. “But we can definitely have some fun before we get there.”

 

Her hand slipped down to the waistband of his pants, her slender fingers deftly unbuttoning and unzipping. She reached inside and wrapped her hand around his cock, which was now rock-hard and begging for release. Ben’s breath hitched in his throat as she began to stroke him, her movements slow and deliberate.

 

“Fuck, Jenna,” he groaned, his hand finding its way to her hairless mound. He could feel her wetness through the fabric of her panties, and he knew he couldn’t wait much longer.

 

“Let’s go to the bathroom,” Jenna whispered, her eyes glinting with mischief. “We can’t do this here.”

 

They made their way through the dark theatre, the sound of their breathing and the occasional rustle of clothing the only noise to be heard. Once inside the bathroom, Jenna locked the door behind them and turned to face Ben. She dropped to her knees and pulled down his pants, revealing his thick, erect cock. It was a sight to behold, and she felt her mouth water at the thought of taking him in.

 

“Let me show you how much I appreciate your new look,” she said, her voice a seductive growl. She took him in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head before she began to take him deeper. Ben’s hands found the back of her head, guiding her as she bobbed up and down, her cheeks hollowing with each stroke.

 

The feel of his bare skin against hers was intoxicating. She could feel his heartbeat through his shaft, and the way his breathing grew ragged only spurred her on. She sucked harder, her hand moving in rhythm with her mouth as she worked him closer and closer to climax.

 

“I’m going to cum,” Ben warned, his voice strained.

 

Jenna pulled away, her eyes gleaming. “Not yet,” she said firmly. “We still have some work to do.”

 

They left the theatre, the cool night air a stark contrast to the heat between them. Jenna’s hand was in Ben’s, leading him down the street to the nearest drugstore. Her thoughts raced with the excitement of what was to come. She had never felt so alive, so in control of her desires.

 

Inside the fluorescent lit store, they found the aisle with the razors and shaving cream. Jenna picked out a high-quality set, her eyes scanning the options with a newfound focus. She knew exactly what she wanted, what she needed to make this night perfect. “This one,” she said, holding up a sleek black and chrome razor. “It’ll get you smooth as a baby’s bottom.”

 

Ben swallowed hard, his cock still throbbing with need. “Okay,” he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers.

 

Once they were back at Jenna’s place, the tension was palpable. She led Ben into the bathroom, the soft light bouncing off the tiles, casting an erotic glow over their bare heads. She set out a towel on the sink, along with the shaving cream and razor. “You’re going to sit here,” she instructed, patting the edge of the tub. “And let me take care of you.”

 

Ben’s heart hammered in his chest as he sat down, his legs spread slightly. Jenna knelt before him, her eyes never leaving his as she squirted a dollop of shaving cream into her hand. She spread it over his head, her touch gentle and yet firm, leaving a trail of cold, wetness in its wake. He could feel the anticipation building, his cock straining against his jeans.

 

“Ready?” Jenna asked, her voice a sultry whisper.

 

Ben nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. “More than ready,” he murmured.

 

The sound of the razor being unsheathed was like the crack of a whip, sharp and commanding. Jenna began to shave him, her strokes careful and precise. She took her time, enjoying every moment of the intimate act. She watched as his hair disappeared, leaving only smooth, bare skin in its place. She found herself imagining what it would feel like to run her tongue over his scalp, to taste the salt of his sweat and the faint scent of shaving cream.

 

As she worked, Ben’s hand found its way to his cock, stroking himself through his pants. He couldn’t believe how turned on he was, how much he enjoyed having his brother’s girlfriend shave his head. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before.

 

“You know, bald guys are supposed to be more dominant,” Jenna said, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she lathered up the last section of his head. “It’s like a lion, the mane is gone, but the power remains.”

 

Ben couldn’t help but laugh, his shoulders shaking. “Is that so?”

 

“Mmhmm,” Jenna murmured, her eyes glinting with mischief. “And now that you’re all shaved and bare, it’s time for me to claim my prize.”

 

With that, she leaned in and began to lick the shaving cream from his scalp, her tongue tracing the lines of his hairless head. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt before, and his cock grew even harder. “Jenna,” he groaned, his hand tightening around his shaft.

 

“You like that, don’t you?” she teased, her voice low and seductive. “Your brother’s girlfriend, licking you like a kitten with cream.”

 

“Yeah,” Ben admitted, his voice strained. “I do.”

 

Jenna’s hand joined his, their fingers entwined as they stroked him together. She took her time, enjoying the feel of his cock in her hand, the way it pulsed and grew even harder. “You know what else bald guys are known for?” she asked, her voice a purr.

 

“What’s that?” Ben managed to get out, his eyes squeezed shut with pleasure.

 

“They have… a certain sensitivity,” Jenna said, her tongue darting out to trace the shell of his ear. “Their heads are so sensitive that the slightest touch can drive them wild.”

 

Ben gasped as she began to kiss and nibble on his earlobe, her other hand moving to cup his now bare cheek. He had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet so incredibly turned on. “Please,” he begged, his hips bucking involuntarily.

 

“Please what?” Jenna whispered, her breath hot against his skin.

 

“Please, I need to fuck you,” he groaned.

 

Jenna pulled away, her eyes dancing with amusement. “Not so fast,” she said, standing up. ”

 

First, let me make sure you’re truly mine.” She began to run her hands over his freshly shaved head, her nails lightly scraping against his scalp. Ben’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he let out a low moan. The sensitivity was unbelievable.

 

“You liked that, didn’t you?” Jenna said with a smirk. “Admit it, your head is as sensitive as a virgin’s clit.”

 

“Fuck,” Ben hissed, his cock pulsing with each word. “It’s so sensitive.”

 

“Good,” Jenna said, her voice a low purr. “Because now that you’re bald, you’re all mine.”

 

With that, she stood up and began to strip off her clothes, her oversized shirt and panties falling to the floor. She stepped out of them, revealing her naked body to him in all its glory. Her small, perky breasts with their pebbled nipples were a stark contrast to her full, round ass. Her pussy was cleanly shaven, the lips plump and begging to be kissed.

 

“Look at you,” Ben said, his voice thick with lust. “You’re so beautiful.”

 

“And now, so are you,” Jenna said, her eyes raking over his bare scalp. “But let’s not forget who’s in charge here.”

 

Ben’s cock was now fully out, standing tall and proud. Jenna knelt before him again, taking him in her mouth once more. This time, she was merciless, her tongue lashing against the sensitive skin, her teeth grazing the tip. Ben’s hands found the back of her head, pushing her down harder as he lost control.

 

“You’re such a whore for this,” Jenna murmured around his cock. “A bald, helpless little whore.”

 

Ben’s orgasm hit him like a freight train, his body spasming as he came in her mouth. Jenna swallowed every drop, her eyes never leaving his as she cleaned him off with her tongue. When she was done, she stood up, licking her lips. “Now, let’s go to bed,” she said, taking his hand.

 

In the bedroom, the air was thick with desire. Jenna pushed Ben down onto the bed, her eyes never leaving his. She straddled him, her wet pussy sliding against his still-hard cock. “You know what I want,” she said, her voice a demand.

 

Ben nodded, his eyes glazed over with lust. He reached down and spread her cheeks, exposing her tight, pink hole. It was so small and delicate, like a perfect little rosebud waiting to be plucked. He could feel his cock throb with the need to fill her up.

 

“Please,” he begged, his voice barely above a whisper. “Let me fuck you.”

 

“You want this?” Jenna asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “My tight, bald-loving cunt?”

 

“Yes,” Ben groaned, his hands gripping the sheets. “Please.”

 

With a smirk, Jenna lowered herself onto him, her tight pussy stretching to accommodate his thickness. The sensation was overwhelming, and they both gasped in unison as he slid home. She began to ride him, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. “You’re mine,” she whispered, her eyes locked on his. “All mine.”

 

Ben could only nod, his eyes rolling back in his head as she moved faster and faster. Her pussy was so wet, so tight, it was like nothing he had ever felt before. He knew he was lost in this new world of sensation, a world where his desires and hers melded together into something dark and delicious.

 

“Cum for me,” Jenna ordered, her voice a harsh whisper. “Cum all over my buzzed head.”

 

The words were like a spell, and Ben couldn’t resist. He bucked his hips upward, his cock exploding with cum. Jenna leaned down, her mouth open, and took it all, letting it spill over her face and down onto her shorn scalp. “Yes,” she moaned, her own orgasm following close behind.

 

As they lay there, panting and sweaty, Jenna couldn’t help but feel a sense of disgust wash over her. What had she just done? She had taken her boyfriend’s little brother, shaved him, and then had wild, depraved sex with him. The very thought of it made her stomach churn. She had always known she had a bit of a hair-cutting fetish, but this was a whole new level.

 

But as she raised her hand to run it through her own thick brown hair, she realized with a start that it was gone. The mirror above the dresser reflected back at her a bald, naked woman, her nipples still hard from their passionate encounter. “What have I become?” she murmured to herself, the words barely audible over the sound of Ben’s heavy breathing beside her.

 

Tears began to well up in her eyes as the gravity of the situation sank in. She had lost herself in the thrill of the moment, letting her desires consume her completely. And now, she was left with nothing but a shaved head and the feeling of emptiness that comes with realizing you’ve crossed a line you can never uncross.

 

Ben, oblivious to her turmoil, stirred beside her, his hand reaching out to caress her cheek. “Jenna,” he murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction. “That was amazing.”

 

Jenna swallowed hard, trying to push down the bile that threatened to rise in her throat. “Yeah,” she managed to croak out. “It was.”

 

But as she looked into his eyes, she could see the beginnings of a question forming. He was too naive to understand what had just happened between them, too caught up in the moment to see the darker implications. And as she stared at him, she knew she had to keep it that way.

 

“We can’t tell anyone,” she said firmly, sitting up. “Not Mike, not anyone.”

 

Ben’s eyes widened in surprise. “But why?”

 

Jenna took a deep breath, her chest tightening. “Because this was just a… a one-time thing,” she lied, her voice shaking. “It was just because of the hair, the… the buzz of it all.”

 

Ben nodded slowly, his hand dropping to his side. “Okay,” he said, his voice filled with confusion and a hint of hurt. “If that’s what you want.”

 

Jenna climbed out of bed, her legs shaking as she made her way to the bathroom. She couldn’t bear to look at herself in the mirror, couldn’t stand the sight of her baldness. She had gone too far, and now she had to deal with the consequences.

 

But as she showered, letting the hot water cascade over her bare skin, she couldn’t help but feel a spark of excitement. The feeling of power she had when she shaved Ben’s head, the way he had begged for her, it was intoxicating. And as the water washed away the last remnants of their encounter, she found herself wondering if this was just the beginning of a new chapter in her life.

 

“You liked it, didn’t you?” she whispered to herself, her hand sliding down to her pussy. “You liked being in charge, being the one who decides.”

 

Her fingers began to move in slow circles, her clit swelling with desire. She couldn’t deny it; she had enjoyed every second of it. And as she brought herself to climax, she knew she would do it again. For better or worse, she was hooked on the rush of controlling someone else’s transformation, on the power that came with it.

 

And as she lay there, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of pleasure, she made a silent vow to herself. She would explore this newfound fetish, this depraved part of herself. But she would do it in secret, hidden from the world, where no one could judge her for the twisted things that turned her on.

But as the tears rolled down her cheeks and mixed with the water, she couldn’t help but wonder if she was losing herself in the process. If every time she took a pair of scissors to someone’s hair, she was cutting away a little piece of her own soul.

She had always been the good girl, the one who played by the rules. And now, she was a woman who had just shaved her boyfriend’s younger brother’s head and had sex with him. It was as if she had unlocked a Pandora’s box of desires, she never knew she had.

 

The water cascading down her body felt like a cleansing force, washing away the guilt and leaving only the raw, primal need that had consumed her in the bedroom. Her breasts were small but perky, the nipples hard and sensitive from the cold water. Her ass was round and firm, the cheeks begging to be grabbed and squeezed. Her pussy was still swollen and wet, the scent of their sex lingering in the steamy air.

 

As she stepped out of the shower, the cold air hit her bare skin, making her shiver. She reached for a towel, wrapping it around her body. But as she did, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her bald head gleaming, the stark contrast to her thick, dark eyebrows and lashes. Her eyes were red rimmed from crying, but there was a fire in them that she had never seen before. It was as if she had become a different person, someone she didn’t recognize.

 

But even as the shock and disgust washed over her, she felt a strange sense of satisfaction. Like she had finally found the missing piece to a puzzle she hadn’t even known she was trying to solve. And as she stared at her reflection, she made a decision.

 

“I’ll never do this again,” she whispered to herself, her voice shaking. “Never.”

 

But deep down, she knew it was a lie. The thrill of the power, the feeling of control, it was something she craved. Something she needed. And she would find a way to get it, no matter the cost.

 

Ben, meanwhile, lay in the bed, his thoughts racing. He had always been the quiet one, the one who followed the rules. But now, he had been the object of Jenna’s dark desires. The way she had taken charge, the way she had shaved him and then used him, it was like nothing he had ever experienced before.

 

His cock was still semi-hard, the memory of her tight pussy clenching around him like a vice. He reached down, his hand wrapping around his shaft. He began to stroke himself slowly, his mind replaying every moment of their encounter. The way she had whispered in his ear, the way she had looked at him with those hungry eyes. He had never felt so wanted, so needed.

 

He knew he should feel guilty, that what they had done was wrong. But all he could feel was a deep, burning need for more. He wanted to be her toy, her plaything, her bald little secret. And as he stroked himself to a second orgasm, he vowed to keep their little game going for as long as he could.

 

Later that evening, as the house grew quiet and the lights began to dim, Jenna found herself unable to sleep. She lay in bed, her mind racing with thoughts of Ben, of his bare scalp and the way he had looked at her with such desperation. Her hand slipped between her legs, her fingers finding her clit. She began to rub it in slow, deliberate circles, her other hand moving to her breasts, teasing the sensitive nipples.

 

Her thoughts turned to the next day, to the job interview that Ben had. Would he be able to handle the stares and whispers that would come with his new look? Would he be able to keep their secret? And most importantly, would he be able to resist her?

 

Her hand moved faster, her breath coming in quick gasps. She imagined herself walking into the interview room, her own head shaved in solidarity. The way the other applicants would stare, the way the interviewer’s eyes would widen. She knew she could never go through with it, but the thought was too delicious to ignore.

 

Her pussy grew wetter, her breath hitching as she brought herself closer to the edge. She could feel her orgasm building, the tension coiling in her stomach like a tight spring. And as she finally let go, her body shuddering with pleasure, she whispered Ben’s name into the darkness.

 

he couldn’t get the image of Jenna’s near bald head out of his mind, the way she had taken charge and shaved him down to the skin. It had been the most erotic thing he had ever experienced. He had always had a crush on her, but now it was something more, something primal and intense.

 

As he stroked himself, he thought about what it would be like to take it further, to have her shave him completely, leaving him bare and vulnerable. His cock grew harder at the thought, his hand moving faster. He could feel the precum leaking from the tip, his balls tightening with anticipation. He knew it was wrong, that he shouldn’t be thinking about his brother’s girlfriend like this, but he couldn’t help it. She had unlocked something in him that he didn’t even know existed.

 

The sound of the shower turning off brought him back to reality with a jolt. He quickly wiped away the evidence of his arousal, his heart racing. What if she heard him? What if she knew what he had been thinking? He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He had to keep this a secret, for both their sakes.

 

As Jenna emerged from the bathroom, her head still wrapped in a towel, Ben pretended to be asleep. But he could feel his pulse quickening as she approached the bed, her bare feet whispering against the cool, hardwood floor. She sat down on the edge of the bed, and he could feel the mattress dip slightly under her weight.

 

“Ben,” she said softly, her voice a gentle caress in the quiet room. “I have something to tell you.”

 

He sat up, his heart racing. “What is it?”

 

Jenna took a deep breath, her hand still resting on her phone. “I know what happened today was a bit… intense,” she began, her voice tentative. “But I want to help you out. So, I had this idea. I’m going to text mike.

 

**Hey Mike,** Jenna typed into her phone, her thumbs moving with a newfound confidence. **Ben’s feeling a bit better after that ordeal, but to try and make things right, I decided to get the same traumatic haircut in solidarity. I know it’s weird, but I thought it would help him feel less alone. ** She paused for a moment, her heart racing as she debated how much to reveal. **I’m okay, just letting you know Ben’s crashing at mine tonight. I’ll drop him at his interview in the morning. Love you, x.** She hit send and waited, her heart in her throat.

 

Mike’s response was almost immediate. **What?! You shaved your head?!** His shock was palpable through the screen. **That’s so amazing of you, babe. You’re the best. Tell him I said good luck tomorrow. ** Jenna couldn’t help but smile at his words, feeling a warm glow of satisfaction at her deception.

 

As she put down her phone, Ben stirred, his eyes fluttering open. “What’s going on?” he asked sleepily.

 

Jenna turned to him with a mischievous smile. “Look at this,” she said, holding up her phone to show him the message from his mother. “It looks like she’s pretty happy with the haircut.”

 

Ben took the phone, his eyes going wide as he read the text. “Holy shit,” he murmured. “Two grand?”

 

Jenna nodded, her own excitement building. “Looks like your mom is pretty grateful.”

 

“Damn,” Ben breathed, his hand reflexively going to his bare scalp again. “That’s more than I’ve ever seen her give for anything.”

 

Jenna giggled, the sound music to his ears. She leaned in closer, her small, perky breasts pressing against his chest, the towel she had wrapped around herself threatening to fall away. “Well, it’s not every day your brother’s girlfriend shaves your head,” she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

 

“Yeah,” Ben agreed, his voice low and husky. “But I’m not complaining.” He reached out, his fingers tracing the fuzzy hairs on her scalp, the skin of his bald dome gently brushing against her perfectly buzzed head

 

Jenna leaned into his touch, her own hand slipping down to rest on his thigh. “Maybe we should spend the money on something… more fun,” she suggested, her voice dropping to a seductive purr.

 

“Like what?” Ben asked, his eyes locked on hers.

 

Jenna bit her lip, her heart racing. “Maybe a wig,” she whispered, her hand moving to her own bare scalp. “Something to wear when I’m out in public.”

 

Ben’s eyes lit up at the idea. “Wig shopping?” He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “That sounds… incredible.”

 

Jenna leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear. “But there’s one condition,” she murmured, her hand sliding down to cup his already hardening cock. “You have to let me choose the wig.”

 

Ben’s eyes went wide with surprise and excitement. “Seriously?”

 

Jenna nodded, her grip on his cock tightening slightly. “Seriously,” she murmured. “But only if you skip your interview tomorrow. I want to spend the whole day with you, exploring this new look of yours.”

 

Ben’s heart skipped a beat. He had never felt so alive, so wanted. He knew he should say no, that he should be focusing on his future, but he couldn’t resist her. “Okay,” he whispered, his voice thick with lust. “I’ll call in sick.”

 

Jenna’s hand began to move faster on his cock, her excitement growing with each stroke. “Good boy,” she murmured.

 

Ben couldn’t believe what was happening. Just a few hours ago, he had been a nervous wreck about his unruly hair, and now he was here, with Jenna, about to indulge in a day of wig shopping.

 

“Jenna, I was wondering?” he asked, his voice filled with anticipation as he looked at her with those piercing blue eyes. Jenna’s heart skipped a beat at his question, her own excitement growing.

 

“What is it, Ben?” she asked, playing coy.

 

“Well,” he began, his voice cracking with excitement, “since you’re getting a nice wig anyway, could I maybe… shave the rest of your head nice and smooth?”

 

Jenna felt a shiver run down her spine at the thought. She had never considered herself a hair fetishist before, but the way Ben’s eyes lit up at the thought of her baldness was intoxicating. She found herself nodding before she could even think. “Yeah,” she said, her voice barely a whisper. “I’d like that.”

 

The next morning, Ben leaped out of bed to start their day of wig shopping. Jenna had decided to let him shave her head completely smooth, a decision that had him trembling with anticipation. He had never felt so excited, so alive. As they showered together, the water cascading over their bare skin, he couldn’t resist the urge to trace the contours of her shaved scalp with his fingertips. Her eyes closed in pleasure, as she remembered what happened later last night and she leaned into his touch, her own hand reaching down to stroke his cock.

 

“We should do this more often,” Ben murmured, his voice thick with desire. Jenna nodded, her own need for the ritual growing stronger with each passing moment. “But first,” she said, her eyes opening to meet his, “you have to shave me.”

 

With trembling hands, Ben took the shaving cream and razor, feeling the weight of the task before him. He had never been so nervous and excited at the same time. He watched as Jenna lathered up her head, the white foam standing out starkly against her pale skin. Her eyes never left his, a silent challenge and a plea for him to go through with it.

 

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked, his voice cracking. Jenna nodded, her own anticipation building. “I do,” she said firmly. “It’s part of the experience.”

 

Ben took a deep breath, the hot water from the shower steaming up the bathroom. He spread the shaving cream over Jenna’s bald head, taking his time to cover every inch of skin. She leaned back into the shower wall, her eyes closed in ecstasy as she felt the cool, thick foam against her scalp. Her hand moved down to her tight mound, her fingers playing with the soft, trimmed hair that surrounded her clit. She was already wet, her pussy swollen with need.

 

With trembling hands, Ben picked up the razor. He had never felt so nervous in his life. Each stroke was careful, deliberate, as he slid the blade over her smooth skin. The sound of the razor gliding over the foam was like a symphony to his ears, a sweet melody of power and submission. He watched in awe as the cream turned pink with the slightest hint of stubble, revealing the perfect, unblemished skin beneath.

 

“Mm,” Jenna moaned, her eyes still closed. The sensation of the blade against her scalp was exquisite, a strange mix of pleasure and pain that sent shockwaves through her body. She could feel the tension building in her clit, her fingers moving faster and faster. “Keep going,” she urged him, her voice thick with lust.

 

Ben did as he was told, his hand steady as he continued to shave away every last bit of hair. His cock was hard and throbbing, his own need for release growing with each stroke of the razor. He watched in fascination as her skin grew smoother and smoother, her body reacting to the sensations in the most delicious ways.

 

“Oh, God,” Jenna whispered, her voice breathless. Her hand was moving in tight, little circles around her clit, her hips rocking against the wall of the shower. She could feel her orgasm building, the pressure in her core growing stronger with every pass of Ben’s blade. “Don’t stop,” she pleaded, her eyes still closed.

 

Ben leaned in closer, his cock aching as he watched her pleasure herself. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer either. The sight of her bald head, the way she was reacting to his touch, it was all too much. He began to stroke his own cock, the motion matching the rhythm of his strokes on her scalp.

 

“Jenna,” he gasped, his hand moving faster on his shaft. “I need you.”

 

Her eyes snapped open, her breath hitching at the desperation in his voice. She looked at him, the razor hovering just above her skin.

 

“You want me to…?” she asked, her voice trailing off.

 

“Yeah,” Ben murmured, his own hand moving more quickly now. “It’s just… seeing you like this, it’s so… fucking hot.”

 

Jenna’s eyes widened at his words, her breath catching in her throat. She had never heard Ben talk like that before, but she liked it. A lot. “Keep going,” she whispered, her voice a siren’s call. “I’m so close.”

 

With one hand still holding the razor, Ben reached out with the other, his fingers slipping into her wet folds. Jenna’s legs trembled as he found her clit, his touch sure and confident. He stroked her in time with the movements of the blade on her scalp, the sensation of his rough fingertips against her soft skin driving her wild.

 

“Oh, Ben,” she gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head. “It feels so good.”

 

Her words were like gasoline on a fire. He couldn’t hold back anymore. With one final, smooth stroke, Ben brought the razor down her neck, and her entire head was bare. The feeling of the cold water hitting her newly shaved skin sent a shock of pleasure through her body, making her shiver. She looked up at him, her eyes glazed with lust.

 

“Fuck,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the shower. “That was… amazing.”

 

Ben’s hand stilled on her clit, his own orgasm hitting him like a freight train. He watched as Jenna’s body convulsed, her legs shaking as she rode the waves of pleasure. He had never seen anything more beautiful, more erotic, than the sight of her bald head thrown back in ecstasy. The razor slipped from his grip, clattering against the tiles of the shower floor, forgotten in the intensity of the moment.

 

As her tremors subsided, Jenna leaned into Ben, her arms wrapping around his neck. “That was…” she began, her voice trailing off as she searched for the right words. “Incredible,” she finally said, her eyes shining with joy.

 

Ben couldn’t help but smile, his own arousal still strong. “Yeah, it really was,” he agreed, his voice a little shaky. He pulled away from her, his hand still resting gently on the smooth skin of her head.

 

Jenna reached for the mirror, her hand trembling slightly as she looked up to inspect her new look. She had to admit, it was a shock to see herself bald. But as she took in her reflection, she found that she liked it. The way her small, pert breasts looked against the bare skin of her chest, the way her nipples stood out like little pebbles, begging to be kissed and sucked, it was all so… liberating. She felt a strange sense of power and control, like she had shed a layer of herself and emerged as someone new.

 

“Do you like it?” Ben asked, his voice hoarse with desire. He was still standing there, his cock hard and leaking pre-cum, his own shaved head gleaming in the light.

 

Jenna nodded, her eyes never leaving the mirror. “It’s… it’s incredible,” she said, her voice filled with wonder. “So smooth.”

 

Her fingertips traced the curves of her scalp, the sensation of her nails against the bare skin sending shivers down her spine. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet, so powerful. Ben’s hand joined hers, his rough fingers gliding over her head, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

 

“Come on,” she demanded, her voice low and husky. “It’s time for bed, baby boy.”

 

Ben didn’t need to be asked twice. The idea of spending the rest of the night indulging in each other’s smooth domes was more than enough to have him following her down the hall, his own bare head a silent declaration of his submission to her desires. In the bedroom, Jenna turned to face him, her own baldness a stark contrast to the soft, plush bed.

 

“Come here,” she said, her voice low and sultry. Ben approached her, his eyes never leaving hers. She reached out, her fingertips brushing against his scalp, sending a thrill through his body. He had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet so alive.

 

The end part 1

 

this is just 1/46 stories I’ve written over the years, let me know if you guys would like more!