Flattop lover2
Marty’s Barbershop (Adult Content) I’ll apologize in advance for the graphic nature of this story it came to me in a dream after reading some stories on this site and I got up the next morning committing it to writing as quickly as possible. I edited it and tried to make it more comprehensible.
After a busy day of traveling to this small one motel town for work, Marie checked in to the motel and headed to her room. She was exhausted and just wanted to crash in bed and get a good nights sleep.
As she approached the door to her room she happened to look down and saw a book lying on the ground. She picked it up and turned it over seeing that it was a journalt. She entered her room and after kicking her shoes off, going potty, and laying down on the bed she opened the journal to see if she could identify the owner. Seeing no name inside the cover she flipped to the bookmarked page and began reading the last entry:
9/20/24
Omg, omg, omg!!! I’m BALD! I need to write this all down while it is fresh in my memory because I’m going to be masterbating to this for years.
This immediately piqued Marie’s curiosity and she forgot all about sleep as she read on, while subconsciously fidgeting with her mid-back red hair.
My day started as usual cleaning motel rooms, then I headed to my second job with the cleaning company. They sent me to Marty’s Barbershop at closing time to do some after hours deep cleaning. When I arrived, the barber was just finishing up with his last client.
As the client left, he turned off the open sign, locked the door, and closed the blinds. What happened next shocked me to my core. He ordered me to undress and get in the chair or he would share some security video of me that would for sure get me fired.
Apparently after he was broken into last year he installed a camera in his shop. He had video footage of me giving into my fetish in his shop. Several videos showed me sitting in the barber chair with a cape on masterbating while I fantasized about getting a haircut from him. Other videos showed me holding the running clippers to my forehead while fingering myself. I knew he had me and I had to comply.
My butt length blonde hair was pulled back into a pony tail, which was my everyday hairstyle during the work week. I never had more than the slightest trim to keep the ends healthy, so the thought of this barber cutting my hair frightened me, but at the same time I unexpectedly felt a warmth between my thighs as I realized my fantasies of a forced haircut in a barbershop could become a reality.
I should have run, but I just froze. That’s when the barber barked “now missy, I haven’t got all day!” That startled me back to reality and I began removing my clothes. My panties were moist which was not lost on the barber. “Randy one aren’t you. Hop on up here now, up you go.”
The leather barber chair was still warm from the last client, and the chair was so much larger than the salon chairs I was used to. The chair was faced towards the large window that faced out towards main street though the binds were now closed. I could not see what the barber was doing, and jumped as the barber began pumping the chair higher and higher.
“Let’s get rid of this bulk first shall we?”, he grunted as he removed the pony tail holder. With that he grabbed the section of hair at the front of my head and lopped it off to within a couple inches of my head. He dropped the carnage unceremoniously into my lap sending a wave of excitement coursing through my body causing me to leak my juices onto the red leather. A soft moan escaped my lips which caused him to grin.
The snipping seemed to go on and on as the long severed strands accumulated in my lap draped over my breasts and completely covered my mons. Finally, he put the scissors down and I was thinking he might be done. Instead, I hear a click and what sounded like very powerful clippers. When they touched my neck and the vibrating clippers started working their way up my neck, I lost it with a massive orgasm. The clippers chewed their way to the top of my head and were placed back on my neck to begin the next pass. As he worked around to the left side of my head I could feel the air conditioning on my scalp causing me to wonder how short he was buzzing me. Judging by the length of the hair trickling down my shoulder there couldn’t be much left. Once the left side had been thoroughly sheared, he moved to the right side. The clippers were an experience I had never felt before and it had my vagina in overdrive. I pushed my hand through the mound of hair in my lap and began furiously fingering myself making no attempt to hide my arousal.
Lost in my gyrations it took me a moment to realize he was now passing the clippers over the top of my head removing what little hair remained. Quickly and efficiently the top was sheared until the big black clippers were finally silenced. This was follows by a whirring sound then a warm sensation as he began lathering my head. That told me all I needed to know about how short it was going to be. He sharpened his razor then began shaving my head with short strokes. As he stood at the side of the chair wielding his razor I noticed his throbbing member and reached over and set it free. It was more impressive than anything I had personally witnessed in my 25 years and I began slowly stroking it as I continued also pleasuring myself. This both surprised and pleased him and he cautioned me to go easy because his razor was very sharp.
He wiped my head then turned the chair to show me the finished product. “You have the features of a goddess and we set them free” and I could see what he meant. My big blues eyes and long eyelashes really popped. My ears didn’t stick out thank God, but will need some more piercings. And my cheekbones really stood out now.
The barber then moved me to the front of the chair, hiked my legs over his shoulders and introduced his penis to my vagina over and over and over until we both came simultaneously. He collapsed on me folding me in half in the barber chair with my feet up over my head as we both caught our breath. He then climbed off me and ordered me onto my hands and knees to pick up all the hair which was mostly mine but included a mix of at least five other haircuts. His final words to me as he walked out the door was to make the place spotless and he expects me back there at closing time next week to repeat the process.
After he left I sat back in the barber chair staring at bald head wondering what the hell just happened, and what should I do next week?
Marie closed the journal and tried to sleep, but could not stop imagining herself in the barber chair being forcefully sheared by the barber as she pleasured herself multiple times.
The next morning she showered, taking her time with her hair wondering what she would look like with no hair. She was finally ready and headed out to her client to begin her workday. As she walked out of the hotel room she came face to face with a bald maid who was pushing her cleaning cart down the hall. Marie froze for a moment, then stammered “ I think I have something that belongs to you”. She retrieved the journal and handed it to “Julie” according to her name tag. Mesmerized by her bald head all she could think to say was “ I love your haircut”.
“I love your haircut”, what a stupid thing to say Marie thought as she walked away. But that haircut obsessed her thoughts the rest of the day and even permeated into her dreams that night. She woke up sexually aroused and had to satisfy herself before trying to resume sleeping.
The next day she finished up at her client early and found herself parked across the street from Marty’s Barbershop. It was a single chair shop with a big front window that allowed her to watch each haircut and fantasize again that it was her in the chair.
At one point she got out of the car to walk in front of the shop for a closer look then circled the block finding a small hip height dumpster behind the barbershop. She noticed a garbage bag full of cut hair which she started sifting through looking at the variety of colors and lengths. It didn’t take long for her to find a large clump of blonde locks several feet long. She tried to picture what Julie might have looked like with this on her head. What was she doing? What had brought her to be doing this? Could she ever not have long hair? Long hair had been her identity since she stopped getting short bob haircuts in second grade. She returned to her car and resumed her barber stalking.
The more she watched the more aroused she became. What happened next was her newly discovered fetish taking control. It was 15 minutes to closing and the barber just rang up his last client. After the client departed, Marie’s compulsion pulled her to the door and into the shop. The barber looked at her as Marie turned the OPEN sign to off, locked the door and closed the blinds. She then removed her clothing, bowed her head down to the barber, and took her place in the barber chair. Her juices ran down both legs and the scent was unmistakable.
Not a word was said as the barber picked up his big Oster 76 clippers and attached the 00000 blade. He pumped the chair several times to raise her up, each pump adding to the anxiety and excitement. Marie gripped the armrests of the barber chair in anticipation of what was to come. There was no tomorrow or consequences in her thought process, only now, only her and this barber doing a fetish dance.
The clippers came to life causing her to jump and let out a little squeal. The barber brought them to Marie’s forehead and paused, looking into her eyes as a wave of excitement overtook Marie nearly causung her to cum right then. The clippers began a slower than needed path over her head leaving a path of white scalp in its wake. The barber pushed the severed hair forward into Marie’s lap, then started another slow methodical, pass. By this time Marie was furiously fingering herself. The third pass was more than Marie could take and she screamed and bucked arching her back uncontrollably as she experienced what was to date the most intense orgasm of her life.
The barber finished the top and moved to the left side running the clippers up in front of her ear sending long strands onto her shoulder and left breast. Marie reached over and undid the barbers jeans, coated her hand in her juices and began teasing the tip of his penis with her moistened hand. This caused the barber to pause as the sensation was intense and unexpected. It was his turn to moan and shutter unexpectedly.
Rewarding her pleasing him, he turned the chair from the front window back to the mirror. Marie gasped at her reflection as she sat in the big barber chair, red hair piled high in her lap, and white scalp on the top and left side of her head while her luscious locks that men and women lusted for still clung to the right side and back of her head. The sight of herself in the mirror triggered the thought “I am Julie”, almost. The clippers fired up again and the shearing continued, as did her tormenting of the barber’s sensitive tip.
He quickly sheared the rest obviously overcome by the overstimulation she was causing him. He silenced the big Osters and exchanged them for his foil shaver. Standing in front of the barber chair he used her beautiful ears to reposition her mouth to his cock. He then fired up the foil shaver and began running them over her head as she took his penis deep over and over.
It didn’t take long for him to cum and as he did he shot his jiz all over her newly bald head. He then finished up with the foil shaver.
As Marie sat back in the barber chair bald and naked, the barber finally spoke. Clean this mess up, lock up on your way out, and be back here at the same time 4 days from now to be tidied up. He left her there as she dropped to the floor taking in all the carnage that once was her crowning glory. She crawled around the chair pushing her severed hair into a pile and placed it into the trash can that would ultimately find its way into the dumpster where she had stood just a few hours ago to possibly feed someone else’s fetish.
Standing there looking at herself in the mirror she came to two realizations. First, she was beautiful with or without hair. She just hoped others agreed. Second, the pubic hair now seemed out of place. She grabbed the big Osters, sat on the edge of the barber chair, and fired them up. The vibration felt amazing as she slowly removed any trace that she was red head (except her eyebrows). That would be next level fetish!
She then cleaned up the pubes, dressed, and headed out the door as she locked up. She walked down Main Street feeling the fall crispness on her head and pausing at every window to look at the stranger looking back at her in her reflection. She noticed a lot of things as she walked that she hadn’t noticed before when she had walked this street with her face buried in her phone. She noticed the looks she was garnering from both men and women. She also noticed three other bald women as she strolled through the town. Two had given her sheepish grins and one winked at her
Needless to say Marie’s employer was not thrilled with her new look and her boss told her they would need to have a talk about her future with the company when she returned from this trip. The client relationship also changed as a result. In spite of all this, Marie could not stop obsessing about the events of that night. She briefly passed Julie at the motel one morning who was quick to comment, “nice haircut” and smiled at her.
Day 4
All day long Marie had a hard time focusing on work. Unfortunately, work delayed her and she rolled up to Marty’s Barbershop five minutes after closing. The blinds were closed and the OPEN sign turned off. Had she missed him? She had looked forward to this for four days only to have work spoil it. Well, as long as she was here she should try the door. As she approached she heard the familiar sound of the big clippers. Pushing the door open she was surprised to see Julie sitting in the big barber chair naked as the barber ran the 00000 clipper over her head. Not sure what to do, Marie did the only thing she could think of. She removed her clothes, approached the barber chair, and pulled Julie’s hips forward. She then buried her face in Julie’s mound as her hands found her firm round breasts. The barber switched to the foil shaver and finished the job as Julie bucked and moaned into a building climax.
Feeling neglected the barber handed the big Osters to Julie and guided Marie to the front edge of the chair where he inserted his manhood and began deeply thrusting. Julie ran the clippers all over Marie’s head removing the red stubble while rubbing her free hand over Marie’s breasts and up and down her nape. All of this quickly built into Marie’s gasping scream as she came. The barber followed suit and shot his wad into Marie.
Julie traded places with the barber and tentatively put her face into Maria’s vagina as Maria sensually rubbed Julie’s freshly shaved head. The barber lathered and shaved Maria’s head. Once he finished he ordered the two down on there knees to pick up the afternoon’s hair that obviously didn’t come from their heads. As the two pushed piles around the black and white checkered floor they came face to face and abandoned their chore to embrace in a passionate kiss while their hands explored the other’s body. Neither had ever been with another woman before but the bond they shared made this all seem perfectly normal to them.
Leaving the two to their new experience, the barber went to the supply closet and returned tossing them each a t-shirt and telling them to lock up when they finish cleaning and report back every week at the same time wearing these shirts. Once he was gone they tidied up and dressed pulling the new t-shirts on with their jeans. Maria was a bit surprised to see Julie was going commando. They left the barbershop hand in hand headed to Maria’s motel room wearing their matching tight shirts. Pictured on the front was a drawing of the little barbershop with the big red barber chair in the front window and the words “I got the most amazing trim at Marty’s Barbershop”.
