My Beautiful Aunt Kimiko (R18)

In the quiet solitude of his cluttered apartment, Takeru sighed, his eyes glazing over as they stared at the computer screen. The soft glow illuminated his tired features, a stark contrast to the dark shadows cast by the setting sun outside his window.

His fingers danced over the keyboard, typing furiously, as he worked on his latest freelance project. The only sound in the room was the rhythmic click of the keys and the occasional whir of the aging fan. At 25, he was no stranger to the solitary life, but lately, his thoughts had been straying from his work, drifting towards the woman who shared his living space.

Kimiko, his widowed aunt, had moved in a few months ago, bringing with her an air of mystery and sensuality that Takeru couldn’t ignore. Her knee-length hair, a rich shade of chestnut brown, flowed like a river of silk down her back. It was a constant reminder of his deepest, most secret fetish. He’d always had a thing for long hair, but it was more than that.

He dreamed of running his fingers through those soft locks, feeling their weight and warmth against his skin. And the thought of cutting it, watching it fall like a cascade of liquid gold, filled him with an uncontrollable desire that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

Takeru was a man of simple tastes. His days were spent in the glow of his computer screens, his nights in the embrace of his favorite anime pillow, where he found solace in the fantasy worlds that catered to his particular kinks. But living with Kimiko had turned his quiet life upside down. Her movements, the way she hummed to herself as she moved around the apartment, the scent of her shampoo that lingered in the bathroom – it all served to amplify his obsession.

He tried to bury his desires, telling himself that she was family, that it was wrong to think of her that way. But the allure of her tresses was too strong to resist.

One sweltering summer evening, the heat had become unbearable. The apartment was stifling, the air thick with the scent of sweat and desperation. Takeru had been working tirelessly, his mind a whirlwind of unspoken cravings and untouched passion.

As he took a much-needed break, he heard it – the faint sound of a door opening and closing down the hall. His curiosity piqued, he tiptoed closer to Kimiko’s room, his heart racing with a mix of excitement and fear.

The door was slightly ajar, and through the crack, he caught a glimpse of her silhouette, illuminated by the flickering candlelight. Her hand was buried in her skirt, moving rhythmically as she rocked her hips against the mattress. The sight of her pleasure was more than he could bear, and without thinking, he pushed the door open, his eyes locked onto her flowing mane of hair.

Kimiko’s eyes widened in shock and horror as she saw Takeru standing in the doorway, his erection pressing against his shorts. “Takeru! what are you doing in my roo-” She tried to scream, but his hand was over her mouth before the sound could escape. He pinned her down, his weight pressing into her, his eyes gleaming with a hunger she hadn’t seen before.

He whispered harshly in her ear, “This is what you’ve been driving me to, Kimiko. This is what you want, isn’t it?” Her struggles only served to excite him further, and with a feral growl, he yanked her panties to the side, plunging into her wet, trembling body without mercy.

“unggghh hhn” Her muffled protests soon gave way to whimpers of pleasure, her body responding to his aggressive touch despite her mind’s screams of denial. The sensation of his hands tangling in her hair sent waves of pleasure crashing through her, and she found herself arching into him, her nails digging into his back. His strokes grew more intense, his breath hot and ragged against her neck, and she couldn’t help but feel a twisted thrill at the power he wielded over her.

Takeru’s eyes never left hers, the hunger in them growing as he reached down and wrapped his hand around her hair, pulling her head back to expose her neck. He leaned in, his teeth grazing the soft skin, and whispered, “I’ve always wanted this, Kimiko. Your hair…so beautiful…so tempting.” His grip tightened, and she felt a stab of pain as he began to pull, the sensation shooting straight to her core.

“don’t… ahhn” She moaned, her body betraying her, and he took it as a sign of consent, his hips pumping harder as he brought her closer and closer to the edge.

Her anal was now fully exposed, and he couldn’t resist the urge any longer. With one hand still fisted in her hair, he reached down and began to rub her clit with the other, his thumb circling the sensitive bud with just the right amount of pressure.

“Aahh, uughh-” She bucked against him, the pleasure overwhelming her, and he took the opportunity to slide another finger into her slick folds, stretching and filling her. The pain in her scalp was now a symphony of pleasure, each tug sending her spiraling higher.

“aahnn uhhhn anghhhh-” The room was filled with the sounds of their bodies colliding, her moans growing louder with each thrust. Takeru felt himself losing control, the desire to possess her fully consuming him. He began to move his hand to her throat, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp, his other hand still mercilessly tugging at her hair. Her eyes rolled back, and she could feel the orgasm building, a crescendo of pleasure that threatened to drown her in its intensity.

Her nails dug deeper into his back, leaving red trails on his skin as she neared the peak. “Takeru, ugh please… stop this… I am your aunt.” she breathed, the sound of his name on her lips a plea and a curse. He chuckled darkly, the sound sending a shiver down her spine. “I’m going to make you come, Kimiko,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. “And then I’m going to cut your hair.” The words were like a lightning bolt, and she came apart with a scream, her body convulsing around him.

“Ahh ahh, nooo! I’m cumming!” Her climax triggered his own, and he let go of her hair, his hand moving to her throat again, squeezing just enough to make the world go hazy. He buried his face in her neck, his teeth finding purchase as he released his pent-up lust into her, their bodies joined in a dance of depravity and desire. As the waves of pleasure subsided, he leaned back, his breathing heavy, his eyes still gleaming with the fire of his obsession. “It’s only the beginning,” he whispered, his hand moving to stroke her hair once more. “We have so much more to explore.” And with that, he withdrew, leaving her trembling and gasping for air, her knee-length locks a tangled mess around her.

Ignoring her protests, Takeru reached for the hairbrush on her nightstand, his eyes never leaving hers. He began to gently brush her hair, each stroke a silent declaration of his dominance. The bristles glided through the knots with ease, the soft, rhythmic motion soothing the raw ache between her legs. Despite the fear and anger that warred within her, she couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of comfort in his touch. His strokes grew slower, more deliberate, as he worked his way from the roots to the tips, the brush grazing her skin and leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

Kimiko’s eyes fluttered closed, her breathing evening out as she succumbed to the sensation of his brushing. His touch was firm but gentle, a stark contrast to the roughness of his earlier assault. The brush glided through her hair, a silent promise of things to come.

The room was filled with the soft, soothing sounds of the bristles against her hair and the occasional clink of his belt buckle, a reminder of what had just transpired. Her body felt heavy, boneless, as he worked the tangles out of her locks, his hand occasionally pausing to trace the line of her jaw or the curve of her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

As he continued to brush her hair, Takeru’s mind raced with thoughts of all the ways he would make her his. The scissors he had bought just for this moment, the countless fantasies he had dreamed up, the feel of her hair in his fists as he claimed her – it was all within his grasp now. But he knew he had to be patient, to savor the moment.

He took a deep breath, filling his lungs with her sweet scent, and leaned in closer, his lips grazing the sensitive skin of her neck. “Mine,” he murmured, his voice a soft growl that sent a bolt of arousal straight to her core. And with that, he began to weave his fingers through her hair, preparing to claim her in the most intimate way possible.

Without warning, his mouth descended upon her, capturing a pert nipple between his teeth. She gasped, her body arching off the bed as he suckled her greedily, his tongue swirling around the tight peak. The sensation was exquisite, sending waves of pleasure through her that she hadn’t felt in years. Her hands, which had been clutching the bedsheets in a desperate attempt to maintain some semblance of control, now found themselves tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, silently begging for more.

Her breasts were large and firm, the perfect handful, and he took his time exploring them with his mouth. Each nipple received its own special attention, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh before his tongue flicked and lapped at them. Kimiko’s body responded to his touch, her back arching and her hips lifting off the bed. She couldn’t believe she was allowing this, that she was enjoying it, but she couldn’t deny the fire he had lit within her.

The brush fell forgotten to the side as Takeru’s free hand moved to caress her other breast, his thumb and forefinger pinching and rolling the nipple between them.

“Ahhnnn ungghh ugh stop.” She moaned, her breath coming in ragged gasps as he worked both breasts in tandem, his mouth never leaving the one he was worshiping. Her body was his playground, and he was eager to explore every inch of it.

Her eyes snapped open as he released her nipple with a pop, a bead of saliva glistening on the tip. He grinned, his teeth gleaming in the candlelight, and leaned back to admire his handiwork. Her chest was flushed, her nipples standing at attention, begging for more. He took a moment to appreciate the sight before leaning in to kiss her deeply, his tongue pushing past her lips to explore her mouth. The taste of her skin mingled with the sweetness of her arousal, and he knew he had her right where he wanted her.

“hmmmphh ummhhh” Their kiss grew more urgent, their tongues dancing together in a passionate tango. His hand slid down her stomach, his fingers slipping into the wetness between her thighs, and she moaned into his mouth. He stroked her clit with the same rhythm he had used with the brush, his thumb making slow, firm circles as he slid two fingers inside her, filling her up completely.

Her hips rocked against his hand, seeking more of the delicious friction. His other hand remained tangled in her hair, his grip tightening and loosening with each stroke of his fingers. The sensation was maddening, a symphony of pleasure that played havoc with her senses. She was lost in the moment, her mind a haze of lust and desire.

And then, as if reading her thoughts, he pulled back, his eyes dark with need. “I want to see your face when I make you come,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. He reached for the scissors, the cold metal glinting in the flickering light. She watched with a mix of fear and anticipation as he brought them closer, the blades hovering just above her hair. “But first,” he whispered, “I need to taste you again.”

Without another word, he pushed her thighs apart and buried his face between her legs. His tongue lapped at her swollen folds, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin as he feasted on her. “Aaaahhh unghhhhh ugh” Her moans grew louder, her body writhing beneath him as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. The scent of her arousal filled the room, mingling with the sweet smell of the candles and the coppery scent of their mingled sweat.

Takeru’s eyes never left hers as he worked her with his mouth, his tongue delving deep inside her. He felt her body begin to tighten, knew she was close, and he increased his efforts, his tongue flicking her clit with the precision of a maestro. And just as she was about to fall over the precipice, he reached up and took a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back sharply.

“Ahhhhh ungghhh nghh Takeru!” The sudden jolt of pain mixed with the pleasure, and she screamed his name as she came, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. He didn’t let up, his tongue and fingers working her through the waves of pleasure, her juices coating his face. When she finally went limp, panting and trembling, he pulled back, his face glistening with her arousal. He took a strand of her hair and brought it to his nose, inhaling deeply before leaning down to lick the sticky wetness from her inner thigh.

With a wicked smirk, he took a handful of her hair and pushed it into her still-throbbing pussy. She gasped, her eyes flying open as he began to move it in and out, mimicking the motion of his earlier assault. “No my hair! unghhh” The sensation was strange and intense, the softness of her hair against her sensitive skin driving her wild. He watched her face, his eyes dark with desire as she writhed beneath him, her hands grasping at the sheets.

He took his time, sliding the hair in and out of her, occasionally pausing to swirl it around her clit, teasing and taunting her. Her breathing grew ragged again, her body already building towards another climax. He felt his cock thicken at the sight, his own desire growing with each of her gasps and whimpers. He knew he had to have more, to claim her fully, to watch her lose herself in pleasure as he had always dreamed.

Slowly, he pulled the hair out, her muscles clenching around the strands. He leaned back, his cock standing proud and dripping with pre-cum. “Look at me,” he ordered, his voice low and demanding. She obeyed, her eyes meeting his as he guided her hand to his erection. Her hand was shaking as she wrapped her fingers around him, the heat of her palm sending a shiver through his body. “Make me come,” he said, his voice strained with need. “Make me come with your hair.”

Her eyes widened with understanding, and she nodded. He watched, his breath hitching, as she took a handful of her hair and began to stroke him with it. The silky strands glided over his shaft, her grip tightening as she worked him closer and closer to the edge. His hips jerked involuntarily, his need for release growing more urgent with each pass.

And then, with a roar, he came, his semen spurting onto her hair-covered hand, the warmth of his climax mixing with the wetness of her arousal. She stared up at him, her eyes glazed with lust, her chest heaving as she watched him come apart in her grasp. For a moment, they just lay there, their bodies entwined, their breathing ragged and erratic.

But Takeru’s hunger was far from sated. He leaned down, his eyes never leaving hers, and took her hand, guiding it to her mouth. “Taste it,” he whispered. She hesitated for a fraction of a second before parting her lips and taking a tentative lick. The flavor was salty and musky, a heady mix that made her stomach clench with need.

Her eyes closed as she began to suck on her hair, cleaning him off with long, slow strokes of her tongue. He watched, his cock already starting to harden again, the sight of her taking his cum into her mouth an image that would be forever etched into his mind. His hand moved to the back of her head, pushing her down further, making her take more.

“Uggghh-” Her eyes opened, and she looked up at him, her own lust mirrored in his gaze. He knew that she was his now, that she craved the depravity he offered. And he was more than willing to give it to her, to show her the dark world of pleasure that awaited them both.

With a gentle but firm hand, Takeru gathered Kimiko’s knee-length hair into a high ponytail, his grip tight enough to make her gasp but not enough to cause pain. He pulled her head back, exposing her neck and making her breasts jut out even more prominently. The feeling of control was intoxicating, and he knew she felt it too. He leaned in, his breath hot against her skin, and whispered, “You’re going to love this, I promise.”

With a flick of his wrist, he secured the ponytail with a hair tie he’d found on her dresser, his eyes never leaving hers. The sight of her long hair pulled back like that, her neck bared to him, made his heart race. He trailed kisses along the line of her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as he went, feeling her pulse quicken beneath his lips. Her breath hitched, and he knew she was his.

He took his time exploring her body, his hands tracing the curves of her breasts and hips, his mouth worshipping her neck and shoulders. The tension grew, the anticipation palpable in the air around them. His cock throbbed against her thigh, and she could feel the heat of it through the fabric of her skirt. She wanted him, needed him, and she was powerless to resist the siren’s call of his touch.

Her moans grew louder, filling the room with the sweet sound of her surrender. He felt her body tense around him, knew she was close. And then, with one final tug on her ponytail, he sent her spiraling over the edge again, her orgasm ripping through her like a tempest. “Ahhhhhh Takeru!” She screamed his name, her body shaking with the force of it.

The sight of her in the throes of pleasure was more than he could take, and with a feral snarl, he yanked her hair, pulling her closer as he buried his cock inside her. “Ahh kimiko!” The sensation was indescribable, the tightness of her pussy gripping him like a vice as he began to move, his hips pistoning into her with a brutal rhythm. She was his, and he was going to take her in every way he’d ever dreamed.

Her walls clenched around him, her nails digging into his back, her moans a symphony of need. He could feel her climax building again, her body responding to his every touch, his every thrust. And as he reached for the scissors, the cold metal a stark contrast against the heat of their bodies, he knew that this was just the beginning of their twisted journey together.

He positioned the scissors at the base of the ponytail, the blades open and poised. “Are you ready, Kimiko?” he asked, his voice thick with lust. She nodded, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement.

Snip! Snip! Snip!

With few snip, the ponytail fell away, the severed strands cascading down her back like a waterfall. The feeling of her hair falling, of her submission, sent a wave of euphoria crashing through him, and he lost control.

With trembling hands, he picked up the silky lock, feeling the weight of it in his palm. It was more than just hair to him; it was a symbol of his power, of his claim over her. He brought it to his nose and inhaled her scent, a heady mix of fear and desire. His cock throbbed in anticipation. He knew what came next.

Gently, he wrapped the severed ponytail around her wrists, tying them together tightly. She gasped as he secured the knot, the sensation of being bound with her own hair adding to the intensity of the moment. He could see the arousal in her eyes, the way she tested the bonds, her body straining against them.

“Look at yourself,” he murmured, his voice barely a whisper. She obeyed, looking down at her bound wrists, the soft hair a stark contrast against her skin. He watched as she took in the sight, her body responding with a fresh wave of desire. “You’re mine now,” he said, the words a promise and a threat all at once. “And I’m going to do whatever I want with you.”

The ponytail had been his ultimate prize, and now that it was in his possession, he felt invincible. He leaned down and kissed her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as he worked his way down her body. His mouth found her breasts again, his tongue tracing the delicate line between them before capturing one of her nipples in his teeth. She moaned, her body arching, and he knew she was ready for whatever he had in store.

He slid his hand between her legs, his fingers finding her clit. He began to rub her in slow, deliberate circles, watching the way her eyes fluttered closed and her breathing grew ragged. The sound of her pleasure filled the room, a sweet symphony that only served to drive him wild. His other hand tightened in her hair, his grip a silent demand for her to submit to him fully.

And then, as if on cue, she came again, her body spasming beneath his touch. He didn’t stop, though, his movements growing more insistent, more demanding. He wanted her to come undone, to be nothing but a quivering mess of pleasure and need. With a final tug on her hair, he sent her hurtling over the edge, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave.

Her body went slack, her breathing shallow, but he wasn’t done with her yet. He pulled her bound hands over her head, securing them to the bedpost with the same piece of fabric he’d used to tie her wrists. He leaned over her, his cock nudging her entrance, and whispered, “This is just the beginning.”

He slammed into her with a force that made the bedframe shake, her moans echoing through the apartment. The feeling of her hair between his fingers, of her bound and at his mercy, was intoxicating. He moved with a ferocity that she’d never felt before, his hips slamming into her with an intensity that bordered on violence.

Her body was a canvas, and he painted it with his desire. His hands roamed her bound wrists, tracing the lines of her arms before moving to her breasts. He pinched her nipples, twisting them until she cried out, her back bowing off the bed. The sound only spurred him on, his strokes growing more erratic, more demanding.

He took her mercilessly, his teeth sinking into her shoulder as he reached for her hair again. He wrapped the loose strands around his fist, using them to pull her head back as he claimed her mouth in a bruising kiss. The taste of her was addictive, a drug that he couldn’t get enough of.

The tension grew, coiling tighter and tighter with each thrust. He could feel himself approaching the edge, his balls tightening with the promise of release. Her moans grew louder, her hips bucking up to meet him as he drove into her with a feral intensity. And then, with a roar, he came, his seed flooding her depths as he pulled her hair, the pain and pleasure melding into one mind-shattering sensation.

Her body clenched around him, milking him for every last drop as he emptied himself into her. The feeling was like nothing he’d ever experienced before, a crescendo of ecstasy that left him trembling and gasping for air. He collapsed onto her, his cock still buried deep inside her, his breath hot against her ear.

“Mine,” he murmured again, the word a declaration of ownership and a promise of more to come.

Their bodies remained intertwined, the sweat slickening their skin as they both fought to catch their breath. Takeru’s heart raced, the throb of his pulse echoing in his ears. He couldn’t believe what he’d done, but the guilt was buried deep beneath the wave of satisfaction that washed over him. He had taken what he wanted, claimed what was rightfully his, and he knew that he would do it again and again.

Kimiko’s eyes searched his, the fear and anger slowly giving way to something else. Something darker, something that mirrored the desire in his own gaze. He could see the realization dawning in her eyes – she was his now, and she would crave this twisted dance of pain and pleasure just as much as he did.

He slid out of her, his cock still half-hard and glistening with their combined juices. He took the ponytail in his hand again, stroking it almost lovingly as he looked down at her. “We’re not done yet,” he said, his voice a low growl. “There’s so much more I want to do to you.”

Her breath hitched, and she nodded, the fight gone from her body. She was his, and she knew it. He could see the hunger in her eyes, the desperation to experience more of the intense pleasure he had just given her.

With a wicked smile, he slid off the bed, his eyes never leaving hers. He walked over to his desk and opened the bottom drawer, revealing a collection of hair clips, elastics, and scissors. The sight of them made her pulse quicken, her body already responding to the promise of what was to come.

He selected a pair of scissors, their blades gleaming in the candlelight. He approached the bed, the scissors held loosely in his hand. “Ready for round two?” he asked, his voice a seductive purr that sent shivers down her spine. She nodded, unable to form words as he began to snip away at the strands that had once been her crowning glory.

The sound of the scissors cutting through her hair was like a symphony, each snip echoing through the room, a testament to her submission. Her hair fell around her in clumps, the length growing shorter and shorter until all that remained was a jagged mess. He tossed the last piece aside, his eyes never leaving hers, and leaned in to kiss her again, his hand sliding down to stroke her shorn locks.

The feel of his calloused fingertips against her bare scalp was a strange mix of pain and pleasure, sending a fresh wave of arousal through her. She moaned into his mouth, her body arching towards him, begging for more. He chuckled, the sound low and dark, and took the scissors to the remaining hair, cutting it close to the skin.

With each snip, she felt a part of herself falling away, leaving her exposed and vulnerable. But instead of fear, she felt a thrill, a sense of liberation that was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. She was his, utterly and completely, and the thought of it had her panting with desire.

When the last of her hair was gone, he stepped back to admire his handiwork. She was beautiful, more beautiful than he could have ever imagined. Her scalp was a soft, pale canvas, her eyes shimmering with a mix of lust and something else – something he hadn’t seen before.

Takeru took the severed ponytail, his heart racing with excitement. He knew what he had to do next. He wrapped the long strands around her forearms, securing them tightly with the same hair ties that had once held her hair back. Her eyes widened as he bound her wrists to her elbows, creating a makeshift restraint that held her arms in place above her head. The sight of her bound with her own hair was almost too much for him to bear, and he felt his begin to harden again.