I had been feeling up and, on occasion, clumsily fucking a few fellow band girl during tiffin and in the afternoon meter expansion slot. I was definitely working my way up to the real unspoiled experiences when, out of nowhere, a different kind of experience changed my perspective.

On a Saturday, being under nonindulgent orders to get a haircut, I went to the"beauty parlor"at the corner shopping middle. This detail location was also a education beauty shop, meaning they held social class there as well. Apparently I showed up right at closedown and the one instructor was just about to leave. Seeing me at the doorway - he must consume 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 teaching domain so that no one else would believe he was unfold. He flipped the"open"sign to"closed"and locked the door… then led me to the book binding room.

Inside the teaching room was a prissy leather sofa that faced a beautiful gaffer barber chair. The chair stood out as it was beautifully restored in red leather and polished brass. Everything else was whitened iron. What were unique on the old geezer death chair were the footstool where you put your feet while you were getting a shoeshine. There was also the standard tuffet, which I used as tennis shoes don't get polished. After checking out my pilus, he stood me up and took me to the shampoo orbit and, as I was wearing a tank top and gym shorts for my workout in a yoke of 60 minutes, decided he didn't need to put an apron on me yet. He set about washing and rinsing my hair in a very expert way. It just felt fabulous. When he was done he sat the hot seat up and led me to that beautiful barber electric chair. While he was wrapping the apron around me, he commented on how"pie-eyed"I was. He started rubbing my shoulders in what I would promise a"professional"manner. But then, his hands moved across my pecs, over my nipples and down my stomach a bit. For the first time ever… I felt that little shiver of anticipation that I had felt from the schoolgirls I had put in the same position. My merely reply, was raise up, the slightest bit, to give him the most subtle approval. If I had read it right… he could try for more. If I'd misread him… I could avoid any embarrassment. But he stopped and returned to my hair. After a while of fussing with clipper, then scissors, then finishing up with clippers again he spun me around to the mirror to get my approval. I had been very relaxed during this clock time, centre 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 raging erection. Boots never commented on it and completely ignored it. He then suggested we go back to the sinkhole and gargle off all the clippings so that I wouldn't itch during my workout. He suggested I withdraw my shirt so he could shake 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 off the clippings off my head, articulatio humeri and pectus. Then he took a towel and gently wiped the excess off. He then motioned me back to the barber chair for some"clean up ”.

Sliding back in the electric chair he laid it back in an almost flat position. He took the towel and was drying my bureau again. As his hand came in striking with the skin of my tummy and hips… I accidentally let out an audible moan. He stopped with the drying and placed his hand flat on my lower berth belly. I felt his other hand move to my chest and in special, my nipple. While he was rubbing lenify lot around my nipple, the kickoff hand slowly slid into my shorts and under my suspensor. Within seconds, his soft hand was wrapped around my full teenage cock. He moved to the end of the chair and started to slither down my drawers. Never hearing him say a word I raised my hips to allow my short circuit to slither off well-heeled. Boots adjusted the foot rests on the chair to kick upstairs my base up a bit. The position they were in allowed my stifle to set down open up comfortably. Next thing I know kick had reached into a hummer unit and brought out a massage oil. He also set up his clipper ship again. He went to bring on my breakwater, balls and ass crack with the clippers and trimmed off all the excess hair… leaving me a nice patch above my cock so I looked somewhat normal, but clipping all the rest away. Next he pulled out a razor and shave ointment and made my balls and ass as smooth as a baby. The notion was fabulous and I was starting to wrestle. When he wiped me down and started rubbing me down from head to toe with the oil I really started to writhe. God, my shaft was hard. But he was leaving it alone. He continued on with an unbelievable rub down. It wasn't the natural process that was so fantastic, but the position he had me in ; totally vulnerable. In a place that was usually full of people. I knew we were alone…. But the feeling of being on display was incredible.

When I was putty and completely will to accompany his lead, he grabbed my rose hip and motioned for me to move them to the border of the chair. Doing that brought my genu up. iron boot took out some shoulder strap and strapped my tennis shoes to the footrests. Then he moved to the head of the chairwoman and motioned for me to raise my arms up. Not sure what he used, but he bound my workforce together and tied them over my straits. The realism of my situation started to sink in and I got a lilliputian nervous… but kick then reached over and circled his fist around my dick and got my add up attention. He worked it back to its John Rock surd position and then stepped back. He started unbuttoning his dress. He laid it neatly over the sofa and then sat down and removed his place, air sock and knickers. He was wearing something of a leather G-string with a trap through which protruded a overnice, median sizing cock with a definitive mushroom psyche. He walked back to me, bound and shiny, circling up to the sphere around my promontory. This was a first. His tool, which had been semi hard, was now stretching out and becoming stiff. He landed it on my cheek. I gasped as he rubbed it around my facial expression and, at the same clip began pinching a mamilla. As I gasped and my oral fissure opened a bit the cockhead found its way home plate. I rolled my heading over to allow for better first appearance. It was smoothen, hard but cushy at the Saami time. It tasted of max and clean. There was never, ever, a bad look about it. No disgust. No"gay"fear. Nothing. I was Just enjoying a few minute of providing a secret touch sensation and enjoying the attention. About the meter Boot's cock had grown to maximum sizing and cinch, he pulled it back from my reach. He stepped to the foot of the chair, between my outstretched articulatio genus. His custody began rubbing my chest, rib, abdomen and hips… growing more rough by the instant. The tending had me straining against the ropes… not to escape, but to rush him to the adjacent gradation. I was giving him my full erotic cause potential while strapped down. Eventually, I felt that next step coming. That mushroom head was at the entranceway to my tight, virgin ass. I felt rush applying an incredibly slick oil to both his cock and my entire ass crack. 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. consequence later… I was empty. Then the pressure of that mushroom head reappeared. More persistent.. more strength and it popped in while I let out a yelp. boot had patience 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 inch were in… just past the swollen theatrical role. How on worldly concern was he not cumming ? I was tight… and helpless. The last move of his was to rise back and drive the last two inches in to the hilt, prompting me to arch my dorsum like a bitch in heating system. I was breathing deeply as he pulled out and motor it back to the hilt again, and again, and again. Still he wasn't cumming ! Every link of his hip with my inguen brought a grown and the writhe out of me. My cock was so hard I couldn't stand it. Just seeing it there, angry and red was torture enough. Just when I was getting into a rhythm… Boots stopped his pounding. He unstrapped my feet and them moved and untied my hired man from the chair… but left them bound together. He pulled me up from the chairman and took me over to a massage table the he lowered to about 2 feet off the floor. Laying me down on my venter with my psyche through the face port he proceeded to connect my bounce hands to the leg of the tabular array. Moments later I felt straps binding my knees together and then more shoulder strap binding my mortise joint together and finally strapping my base down to the table. Boots then took a pillow and doubling it up, forced it under my hips. I wasn't ready for the first slap to my ass and I jumped… but moaned. It wasn't hard enough to pain but enough to make me squirm. Five smack later he stopped. It was then I felt him range the table and my legs. My ass was the perfect height for his still rock operose tool. And it was then, it that beautiful prone position that I learned the meaning of a fierce shag. He was in and out of me in a most brutal, and pleasurable fashion. I couldn't tell if it was pain in the neck or pleasure, but I was in no position to halt it.

After about five arcminute of this, he stopped, and began removing the shoulder strap to my legs. He rolled me over onto my book binding with my hands still above my head. Untying my branch he folded me over so my knee joint were toward my berm. Then he sank that peter back into my ass, driving it to the base and he stopped. He reached down with one hand and began jacking my own cock, which had been dying to blow a load. Not two instant later it was blowing…. More than I'd ever blown… and right into my open mouth. instant later bang pulled out of my ass and blew his entire, fully load, straight into my open mouth. He dropped my stage down and ram me to show him my mouthpiece full of come and then swallow every driblet. Again… more pleasant than not. He sent me to the shower in the back and had me clean up. When I came back out dressed, he was dressed too. Ready to go, as if nothing ever happened. He suggested I return within two weeks to keep the hair looking commodity and suggested that Saturday, at 3:00 PM was always a just time to come. It was a with child summer.. and my pilus looked nifty .