I had been feeling up and, on juncture, clumsily fucking a few fellow stria girls during dejeuner and in the good afternoon fourth dimension one-armed bandit. I was definitely working my way up to the real good experiences when, out of nowhere, a different kind of experience changed my perspective.

On a Sabbatum, being under rigorous orders to get a haircut, I went to the"salon"at the corner shopping center. This particular location was also a teaching beauty parlor, meaning they held classes there as well. Apparently I showed up right at culmination and the one teacher was just about to go out. Seeing me at the room access - he must have decided he needed the one last job and let me in. He introduced himself at"Boots."Boots asked me what I was looking for and I told him a shampoo and a feathered cut. He suggested we go into the education area so that no one else would think he was overt. He flipped the"open"preindication to"close down"and locked the door… then led me to the rearward room.

Inside the precept room was a nice leather lounge that faced a beautiful antique barber chairwoman. The chair stood out as it was beautifully restored in red leather and polished organisation. Everything else was white branding iron. What were unique on the antique chairwoman were the footrest where you put your human foot while you were getting a shoeshine. There was also the standard footrest, which I used as tennis shoes don't get polished. After checking out my hair, he stood me up and took me to the shampoo area and, as I was wearing a tank top and gym short for my workout in a match of hour, decided he didn't need to put an apron on me yet. He set about washing and rinsing my whisker in a very expert way. It just felt fabulous. When he was done he sat the chair up and led me to that beautiful barber chair. While he was wrapping the forestage around me, he commented on how"pixilated"I was. He started rubbing my shoulder joint in what I would call off a"professional"manner. But then, his hands moved across my pecs, over my nipples and down my belly a bit. For the beginning time ever… I felt that piddling tingle of expectancy that I had felt from the schoolgirls I had put in the same place. My sole response, was upgrade up, the tenuous bit, to fall in him the most subtle approval. If I had read it right… he could try for to a greater extent. If I'd misread him… I could forfend any overplus. But he stopped and returned to my tomentum. After a piece of fussing with clippers, then scissors, then finishing up with clippers again he twirl me around to the mirror to get my approval. I had been very relaxed during this meter, eyes closed and thinking about what had transpired. Apparently it had had it's affect as when I opened my eyes to see the progress in the mirror… I realized I had a bedevil erection. Boots never commented on it and completely ignored it. He then suggested we go back to the sink and rinse off all the clippings so that I wouldn't itch during my workout. He suggested I get rid of my shirt so he could throw off it out. I took off the shirt and sat back in the chair - laying my head back into the sink. He proceeded to rinse the press cutting off my head, shoulders and thorax. Then he took a towel and gently wiped the overindulgence off. He then motioned me back to the Barber chairwoman for some"clean up ”.

Sliding back in the chair he laid it back in an almost flat military position. He took the towel and was drying my chest again. As his hand came in impinging with the tegument of my abdomen and hips… I accidentally let out an audible groan. He stopped with the drying and placed his hired man flat on my modest belly. I felt his early script move to my chest and in detail, my tit. While he was rubbing blue-blooded circles around my mamilla, the first hand slowly slid into my shorts and under my athletic supporter. Within seconds, his easy manus was wrapped around my wax teenage cock. He moved to the end of the chair and started to slue down my drawers. Never hearing him say a word I raised my hips to allow my short to slide off easier. boot adjusted the invertebrate foot rests on the chairwoman to parent my feet up a bit. The position they were in allowed my knees to drop open comfortably. Next affair I know Boots had reached into a smoke whole and brought out a massage oil. He also set up his clippers again. He went to put to work on my groin, balls and ass crack with the clippers and trimmed off all the extra hair… leaving me a nice eyepatch above my shaft so I looked somewhat rule, but clipping all the rest away. Next he pulled out a razor and shave cream and made my nut and ass as smooth as a infant. The impression was mythic and I was starting to squirm. When he wiped me down and started rubbing me down from mind to toe with the oil I really started to writhe. God, my peter was hard. But he was leaving it alone. He continued on with an unbelievable rub down. It wasn't the activity that was so wild, but the office he had me in ; totally vulnerable. In a piazza that was usually replete of the great unwashed. I knew we were alone…. But the feeling of being on display was incredible.

When I was putty and completely willing to follow his leash, he grabbed my pelvic arch and motioned for me to move them to the boundary of the chair. Doing that brought my knees up. Boots took out some straps and strapped my tennis place to the footrest. Then he moved to the brain of the president and motioned for me to raise my arms up. Not sure what he used, but he bound my hand together and tied them over my headland. The reality of my billet started to drop in and I got a little nervous… but boot then reached over and circled his clenched fist around my dick and got my total attention. He worked it back to its rock music gruelling position and then stepped back. He started unbuttoning his dress. He laid it neatly over the couch and then sat down and removed his shoe, wind sleeve and pants. He was wearing something of a leather thong with a hole through which protruded a nice, average size cock with a definitive mushroom head. He walked back to me, edge and shiny, circling up to the country around my headway. This was a low gear. His cock, which had been semi hard, was now stretching out and becoming remains. He landed it on my buttock. I gasped as he rubbed it around my facial expression and, at the Lapp time began pinching a teat. As I gasped and my mouth opened a bit the cockhead found its way home. I rolled my fountainhead over to let for better entry. It was unruffled, hard but soft at the same time. It tasted of Georgia home boy and clean. There was never, ever, a bad smell about it. No disgust. No"gay"fear. Nothing. I was Just enjoying a few consequence of providing a mystic feeling and enjoying the aid. About the sentence rush's shaft had grown to maximum size and girth, he pulled it back from my compass. He stepped to the foot of the chair, between my outstretched knees. His hands began rubbing my pectus, ribs, tum and hips… growing more rough by the moment. The aid had me straining against the ropes… not to escape, but to rush him to the adjacent whole step. I was giving him my effective erotic movement potential while strapped down. Eventually, I felt that next whole step coming. That mushroom head was at the entree to my tight, Virgin ass. I felt charge applying an incredibly silken oil to both his peter and my entire ass offer. Then I felt a finger… gently opening me up… going consistently deeper into my ass. Shortly thereafter a second finger's breadth joined it, opening me up a bit more. present moment later… I was empty. Then the pressure of that mushroom chief reappeared. More persistent.. more force play and it popped in while I let out a yelp. Boots had solitaire though and waited until I got used to the head. Then I got another inch… and back out to the head. He kept working it over and over again until four of the six inches were in… just past the swollen part. How on earth was he not cumming ? I was tight… and helpless. The last motion of his was to nurture back and beat back the final stage two column inch in to the hilt, prompting me to arch my book binding like a cunt in heat. I was breathing deeply as he pulled out and drove it back to the hilt again, and again, and again. Still he wasn't cumming ! Every connection of his hip joint with my bulwark brought a grown and the writhe out of me. My turncock was so laborious I couldn't stand it. Just seeing it there, angry and red was torture enough. Just when I was getting into a rhythm… iron heel stopped his hammer. He unstrapped my feet and them moved and untied my hands from the chair… but left them bound together. He pulled me up from the chair and took me over to a massage tabular array the he lowered to about 2 feet off the storey. Laying me down on my stomach with my head through the aspect embrasure he proceeded to tie in my bound hands to the leg of the table. mo later I felt strap binding my stifle together and then more straps binding my mortise joint together and finally strapping my human foot down to the table. Boots then took a pillow and doubling it up, forced it under my rose hip. I wasn't ready for the showtime slap to my ass and I jumped… but moaned. It wasn't hard enough to injure but sufficiency to make me squirm. Five slap later he stopped. It was then I felt him straddle the table and my legs. My ass was the hone tiptop for his still rock hard cock. And it was then, it that beautiful prostrate situation that I learned the meaning of a furious fuck. He was in and out of me in a most vicious, and enjoyable fashion. I couldn't William Tell if it was infliction or joy, but I was in no billet to stop it.

After about five arcminute of this, he stopped, and began removing the strap to my legs. He rolled me over onto my back with my hands still above my head. Untying my legs he folded me over so my knees were toward my berm. Then he sank that prick back into my ass, driving it to the radix and he stopped. He reached down with one script and began jacking my own cock, which had been dying to blow a load. Not two bit later it was blowing…. more than I'd ever blown… and right into my open mouthpiece. bit later flush pulled out of my ass and blew his stallion, wide-cut load, straight into my open oral cavity. He dropped my legs down and forced me to bear witness him my lip full of come and then swallow every drop. Again… more pleasant than not. He sent me to the shower in the back and had me strip up. When I came back out dressed, he was dressed too. fix to go, as if cypher ever happened. He suggested I return within two hebdomad to keep the hair looking good and suggested that Saturday, at 3:00 PM was always a good time to come. It was a great summer.. and my whisker looked majuscule .