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Haircut at Madam Twon's, Part III
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HAIRCUT AT MADAME TWON'S (III)
by Art Miyako
We passed through the swinging door into a brightly lit room in
which there was a single barber's chair in front of a mirror. The
woman who had just washed my hair pointed to that chair, and I
went to it and sat. I noticed that this chair had shackles for the
wrists and ankles built in, and once I was seated, she snapped them
closed so that I was again immobilized. She ran a finger along the
length of my bulge and smiled a lewd grin. By this time, the ache in
my balls had become excruciating; I felt as if they might burst at any
moment.
I was left there alone for several minutes, until my erection had
subsided. This made the ache worse, and I shifted about in the seat
as much as I could, trying to find a position which would be a bit
more comfortable. There wasn't one. The pain caused me to moan
beneath the cloth tape that sealed my mouth.
As if in response to my moan, I heard a door open and shut. I turned
my head left and saw another woman enter the room. She was
dressed in a bizarre outfit, made of leather, but with her breasts
visible within two bubbles of transparent plastic. The effect would
have been humorous, were it not for the fact that her tits were
enormous beyond any bounds of decency. I'd guess that her chest
measurement was around 75 inches. Her nipples looked squashed
into the outfit, and her areolae were easily four inches across.
She walked over to the chair and took a comb and a pair of scissors
from the counter and began to cut my hair. I noted with some alarm
that she didn't seem to care about how she styled it. In fact, it
seemed as if I was going to get short back, sides, and top, as she
began cutting away until there was no more than a quarter inch of
hair left anywhere on my head. She then walked between me and
the mirror, and smiled as if pleased with her work.
My erection had grown to full proportions again, throbbing for
release inside my jeans. She reached down and grabbed my crotch,
kneading it firmly. With her hand still on my pulsing cock, she
leaned in close and began licking my ear. I could feel her heavy,
plastic-covered tits against my chest, and she whispered "I want to
suck some cock. I want some dick in my mouth so bad. I want cum,
and I get what I want." She clapped her hands.
Through the door came a thin, Asian man, completely nude, with a
long, thin cock that shot from his crotch like a javelin. He proceeded
to silently walk around in front of me, and the hairstylist took his dick
in her hand and kneeled down in front of him. She opened her lips
and began to lick the head of his skinny penis as he stood there.
She licked and mouthed the length of his shaft, nibbling his balls
slightly at the bottom. After sliding her tongue up and down a few
times, she engulfed the whole thing right down to the base and
began sucking, her cheeks hollowing with the effort. With her other
hand, she unsnapped the crotch of her leather teddy, and then
reached up and took a 6" long, gold vibrator from the drawer in the
counter. She turned it on and began rubbing it against her pussy as
she sucked loudly on the dick before her. The aching in my balls
grew until I wanted to scream, but the tape over my mouth made it
impossible.
She plunged the vibrator into her dripping hole and appeared to go
crazy, her hips hunching and bucking as she sucked the cock hard
and fast. Suddenly, she let the cock out of her mouth, and the guy's
cum shot in thick gobs onto her plastic-coated tits. She moaned
aloud and gushed what must have been a pint of juice onto the floor.
With her free hand, she rubbed the cum over her breasts, creating a
hazy film over the clear plastic.
She stood up and smiled, replacing the vibrator in the drawer and
taking out an electric hair clipper. "We always get what we want
here," she said breathlessly, "Madame Twon is very good to her
girls." She then began to shave my head, and within a few moments
I was as bald as a newborn baby. She ran a cunt-scented finger
beneath my nose and explained, "We're going to trim _all_ your hair
today."
She undid my pants and pulled them down far enough so that my
pubic region was exposed. She took her scissors and began
snipping away my pubic hair from around my shaft, and then
carefully ran the clippers over my groin and balls until the area was
as clean as my head. She grabbed my hard cock and said, "Oh, you
poor man. This looks very painful." I tried to mumble through my
gag, but in the end could only look at her pleadingly as she ran her
soft palm up and down the underside of my hard-on. She took a
moist sponge from a dish of water on the counter and mopped the
bits of hair from my genitals.
"Now, let's see if this haircut was worth it," she said, and she leaned
over and began to lick me. Her warm, talented tongue traced fiery
circles around the head of my penis. I bucked my ass off the chair,
trying to push my cock into her mouth. She backed off at this, and
grabbed my testicles, squeezing slightly. In my condition, the pain
was enough to make me wince. "I said I get what _I_ want," she
growled tersely, "I didn't say a thing about you."
She bent over again and began licking at my dick. I could feel the
cum welling up in me, and as I felt my orgasm approaching she
stopped. "No cum for you. Not yet. Maybe not ever. We'll see."
She pulled my pants back up and released my feet from the chair,
and then my hands. I was so crazed that I grabbed for her, fully
intending to force her into giving me release from my torture, but she
caught me and pulled a move that would have awed Bruce Lee
himself. I went tumbling head-over-heels onto the floor. She stood
glaring down at me and said, "No." Her hands went to her tits and
began to tweak her nipples through the malleable plastic. Foolishly,
I again lost control and went for her, and again found myself laid out
on the floor. She didn't say a word this time, but calmly went back to
fondling herself.
"This feels very good," she told me, "Some women can get off just
from this." I sat there on the floor, feeling totally helpless. I pawed
my own cock through my pants, but she moved closer to me and
stared angrily down at me; I knew just from her look that I'd better
stop or face some very nasty consequences.
She stood before me a spread her legs apart, and spread her
exposed beaver open with two fingers. "Now you're going to eat me.
Right now. Hurry up." I extended my tongue and began to lick her
hot crack. Juice dribbled onto my tongue, and it tasted like sweet
wine to me. "Harder," she commanded, "Suck my clit." I followed
her command, and in response she ground her pussy against my
mouth, holding the back of my bald head with one hand and
squeezing her huge left tit with the other.
"Not bad, " she said in a gasp. The flow of her warm juice increased
more and more as I continued. I could feel the wetness leaking from
my cock as my balls puffed up to what felt like the size of oranges.
Finally, she came with intensity, pushing herself against my face so
hard that my air was cut off and my lower lip got split. Her nectar
drooled down over my chin and onto my neck and shirt.
"Oooooooooh fuck... fuck..." she moaned under her breath as her
snatch grabbed my tongue and her whole body quivered. I could
see much more in my mind than with my eyes, and I envisioned her
lithe body, with her massive tits shaking like jello above me.
When she was finished shaking and leaking juice, she stood me up
and smiled at me. "You just might make it through this."
And then it was off through the next door.
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