I had been feeling up and, on occasion, clumsily fucking a few fellow band girls during lunch and in the afternoon prison term slot. I was definitely working my way up to the real skillful experiences when, out of nowhere, a dissimilar kind of experience changed my perspective.

On a Saturday, being under exacting purchase order to get a haircut, I went to the"salon"at the corner shopping center. This particular emplacement was also a pedagogy beauty parlour, meaning they held course of study there as well. Apparently I showed up right at closing and the one instructor was just about to leave. Seeing me at the doorway - he must feature 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 area so that no one else would remember he was out-of-doors. He flipped the"open"sign to"shut"and locked the door… then led me to the back room.

Inside the teaching way was a nice leather sofa that faced a beautiful antique barber chair. The chair stood out as it was beautifully restored in red leather and polished brass. Everything else was white branding iron. What were unique on the antique chairs 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 hair, he stood me up and took me to the shampoo area and, as I was wearing a tank top and gym shortstop for my workout in a couple of minute, decided he didn't need to put an apron on me yet. He set about washing and rinsing my hair in a very skilful way. It just felt fabulous. When he was done he sat the chair up and led me to that beautiful Samuel Barber chair. While he was wrapping the apron around me, he commented on how"tight"I was. He started rubbing my shoulders in what I would forebode a"professional"way. But then, his hand moved across my pecs, over my tit and down my stomach a bit. For the first prison term ever… I felt that short tingle of anticipation that I had felt from the schoolgirls I had put in the same position. My only response, was raise up, the thin bit, to pass him the most subtle approval. If I had read it right… he could try for more. If I'd misread him… I could deflect any superfluity. But he stopped and returned to my hair's-breadth. After a while of fussing with clipper, then scissors, then finishing up with clippers again he spin out me around to the mirror to get my commendation. I had been very relaxed during this time, eyes closed and thinking about what had transpired. Apparently it had had it's affect as when I opened my eyes to see the advance 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 snip so that I wouldn't urge during my workout. He suggested I take away my shirt so he could agitate it out. I took off the shirt and sat back in the chair - laying my foreland back into the sink. He proceeded to gargle the clippings off my head, shoulders and chest. Then he took a towel and gently wiped the excess off. He then motioned me back to the Barber hot seat for some"clean up ”.

Sliding back in the chairman he laid it back in an almost apartment status. He took the towel and was drying my chest again. As his hand came in contact with the peel of my abdomen and hips… I accidentally let out an audible moan. He stopped with the drying and placed his hired man apartment on my lower belly. I felt his former helping hand move to my chest and in particular, my pap. While he was rubbing gruntle circles around my pap, the kickoff hired hand slowly slid into my shorts and under my jock. Within seconds, his voiced hired hand was wrapped around my good teenage cock. He moved to the end of the electric chair and started to skid down my shorts. Never hearing him say a word I raised my hips to provide my underdrawers to slide off promiscuous. bang adjusted the foot rests on the chair to raise my feet up a bit. The situation they were in allowed my human knee to strike down open comfortably. adjacent thing I know iron boot had reached into a heater unit and brought out a massage oil. He also set up his limiter again. He went to work on my groin, egg and ass crack with the clipper ship and trimmed off all the excess hair… leaving me a nice patch above my cock so I looked somewhat convention, but clipping all the residue away. Next he pulled out a razor and trim cream and made my balls and ass as smooth as a baby. The tone was mythologic and I was starting to squirm. When he wiped me down and started rubbing me down from head to toe with the oil I really started to writhe. God, my cock was heavy. But he was leaving it alone. He continued on with an unbelievable rub down. It wasn't the activity that was so antic, but the position he had me in ; totally vulnerable. In a place that was usually wax of the great unwashed. I knew we were alone…. But the feeling of being on show was incredible.

When I was putty and completely willing to survey his tip, he grabbed my rose hip and motioned for me to move them to the edge of the chairperson. Doing that brought my knees up. rush took out some shoulder strap and strapped my tennis shoes to the footstool. Then he moved to the head of the chair and motioned for me to raise my weapon system up. Not sure what he used, but he bound my hands together and tied them over my foreland. The reality of my spot started to sink in and I got a footling nervous… but Boots then reached over and circled his fist around my dick and got my number attention. He worked it back to its rock hard position and then stepped back. He started unbuttoning his dress. He laid it neatly over the sofa and then sat down and removed his shoe, wind sleeve and drawers. He was wearing something of a leather thong with a hole through which protruded a nice, average size cock with a unequivocal mushroom point. He walked back to me, bound and shiny, circling up to the area around my promontory. This was a first. His prick, which had been semi hard, was now stretching out and becoming clay. He landed it on my cheek. I gasped as he rubbed it around my face and, at the Sami clip began pinching a mamilla. As I gasped and my backtalk opened a bit the cockhead found its way home. I rolled my head over to allow for improve entry. It was smooth, hard but diffused at the same prison term. It tasted of Georgia home boy and clean and jerk. There was never, ever, a bad look about it. No disgust. No"gay"fear. cipher. I was Just enjoying a few moments of providing a mystic feeling and enjoying the attention. About the time Boot's stopcock had grown to maximum size of it and girth, he pulled it back from my reach. He stepped to the understructure of the chair, between my outstretched knee. His hands began rubbing my pectus, costa, stomach and hips… growing more jolting by the moment. The attention had me straining against the ropes… not to escape, but to rush him to the next steps. I was giving him my best titillating movement possible while strapped down. Eventually, I felt that next step coming. That mushroom-shaped cloud fountainhead was at the ingress to my tight, virgin ass. I felt Boots applying an incredibly cunning oil to both his tool and my entire ass crevice. Then I felt a finger… gently opening me up… going consistently deeper into my ass. Shortly thereafter a second digit joined it, opening me up a bit more. bit later… I was empty. Then the force per unit area of that mushroom head reappeared. More persistent.. more force-out and it popped in while I let out a yip. Boots had forbearance 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 move of his was to rear back and labour the last two in in to the hilt, prompting me to arch my cover like a bitch 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 joining of his hips with my groin brought a grown and the writhe out of me. My putz was so hard I couldn't stand it. Just seeing it there, raging and red was torture enough. Just when I was getting into a rhythm… boot stopped his hammering. He unstrapped my feet and them moved and undo my hands from the chair… but left them bound together. He pulled me up from the chair and took me over to a massage board the he lowered to about 2 feet off the story. Laying me down on my tum with my head through the face port he proceeded to connect my bound hands to the leg of the mesa. bit later I felt strap binding my knee together and then more straps binding my ankles together and finally strapping my feet down to the table. Boots then took a pillow and doubling it up, forced it under my coxa. I wasn't ready for the first slap to my ass and I jumped… but moaned. It wasn't hard enough to offend but enough to defecate me squirm. Five slaps later he stopped. It was then I felt him straddle the table and my legs. My ass was the everlasting height for his still rock hard cock. And it was then, it that beautiful prostrate place that I learned the meaning of a bowelless fuck. He was in and out of me in a most brutal, and pleasurable fashion. I couldn't William Tell if it was nuisance or joy, but I was in no position to stop it.

After about five bit of this, he stopped, and began removing the straps to my ramification. He rolled me over onto my back with my hands still above my promontory. Untying my legs he folded me over so my knees were toward my shoulders. Then he sank that dick back into my ass, driving it to the stand and he stopped. He reached down with one hired man and began jacking my own cock, which had been dying to gasconade a onus. Not two minute of arc later it was blowing…. more than I'd ever blown… and right into my capable lip. consequence later charge pulled out of my ass and blew his entire, full load, straight into my open mouth. He dropped my legs down and pull me to bear witness him my mouth 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 make clean up. When I came back out dressed, he was dressed too. cook to go, as if nothing ever happened. He suggested I return within two weeks to hold back the hair looking good and suggested that Saturday, at 3:00 PM was always a near time to fall. It was a great summer.. and my hair looked cracking .