A shave saves a relationship

This is a story of an young girl who married a military ex-service man. Anamika was a 18 year old virgin who had a lots of dreams about her husband. One fine day her step mother told her dad that there is a gentleman who would like to marry their daughter. Anamika's dad was a boneless man he would not do anything against his wife , her step mothers word was final always. So they arranged for a meeting the man who was going to marry Anamika was about to arrive her dreams sore like high tides of the bay of bengal . And finally the man 's family arrived and Anamika's step mother ordered her to come and see them. They were all impressed by her beauty she was a slim fair girl with a normal height and a long curly hair she has applied oil and plated it and kept jasmine flowers on it she had a small bindi in her forehead big coal lined eyes and sharp nose and glossy lips. Her beauty was undeniable then they introduced a man a tall rugged man with a salt and pepper hair that man was in his early forties their was a cruelty in his face and his past life was full of mysteries his 1 st wife died and no one knows how she died .


                     After this Anamika told her step mother she was not interested in marrying him but her step mother forced her to marry him. after a month they got married and Anamika realized she was prejudgemental about his character he was a nice man he took good care of Anamika. Later one day a young man came to their house. He was Anamika's husband's trainee in the military camp his name was Arjun. Arjun was handsome young man with an vibrant personality when Anamika's husband was not in home they started meeting each other Anamika soon fell for his charming character Arjun was head over heels in love with her. He gave her a fulfillment which her husband did not give. Anamika's husband decided to go to his friends daughters engagement meanwhile Anami called Arjun to her house they started an intercourse Arjun was brilliant in bed Anamika was filled with joy a joy which her monotonous old husband can never give with in a second things changed the old man came home and saw what was happening he pushed Arjun out of the house and went inside his room he dint tell anything to Anamika . That night Anamika was crying in guilt her Husband came to her with a kitchen knife Anamika was worried that he is going to kill her. He told her " I love you how can you do this to me I cant hurt you even now but never want this to happen again. Do you know why army men have a summer cut hairstyle in training because when you shave a young man's head you take his beauty from him that gives a sense of obedience and self surrender. That is what I want from you my love..... "  and he started shaving her head with that knife she cried yelled but it was useless she was shorn like a sheep he did not show any mercy until Anamika was fully bald then he said " I love you with this hair style but Arjun would never come near you if you are bald like this. when people in your family ask tell them we had a vow at a temple". And he left........ Arjun never came back to see Anamika...... Anamika has a baby now but still her husband shaves her head every 2 months after 2 years he let her have a flat top hairstyle ...... later he permitted to have a boy  cut with half inch hair........... and anamika never left her husband because no man will like her in that hairstyle .

Just a short little story to start off your week

A week ago, my mother forced my sister to shave her head. Jen had been a gorgeous blonde with the world wrapped around her finger. No more. Jen was now alone; only I remained faithful to her. I thought she looked horrible, yes, but also thought it was good for her. It would bring an end to her stupid ways. This did not mean I wanted MY head shaved. HELL NO!

Needless to say, when my mother told me I had to shave my head too, I was pissed, scared, and annoyed. And….excited. I couldn’t stop thinking what would happen. I had gotten so excited, so wet, so damn horny watching Jen’s hair sheared off. But yet, I didn’t want to be bald. I loved my black hair. It was shoulder length, generally curled in perfect ringlets, and soft. It accentuated my face, unless most long hair. It curled around my face, framing it and bringing attention to my brilliant blue eyes. I’d look ugly with a bald head. I just knew it!

Each morning I woke up, nervous to face my mother. I both longed and dreaded the day she said I had to get my hair cut. I’d wake, shower, dry and curl my hair, and head downstairs. At twelve, I still enjoyed wearing baggy shorts and t shirts. After a week of no further notice of a haircut, I thought my mom had forgotten. I began to relax. Friday morning, I was chipper and singing when I walked downstairs. Mom looked and me and grinned; instantly my spirit and mood crashed. IT was time. But she said nothing.

The day dragged by. I was terrified to go home. But, eventually, school let out, and I arrived home, fearful and nervous. I stepped through the front door and dropped my bag. Hungry, I went to get a snack. As I stepped through the push swing door into the kitchen, I froze. In the middle of the floor, there was newspaper laid out under a chair. Electric clippers, scissors, and a comb sat utop the table. I quickly lost my appetite and turned to leave. As I turned, I screamed. I ran right into my mother, who was grinning. She put a hand on my shoulder and said “I didn't feel like spending the money to do something so simple. So, I figured I would shave your head.”

I replied with a shaky voice,”Mom, please. I'm a good girl, I focus in school.”

“Jen used to focus too. Now look what happened to her. There is no need to be afraid Becky, I promise. It’ll look cute, and so much less hassle.”

“but…but…but…”

“NO Becky! Sit!” Mother pushed me gently but firmly towards the chair. I made a rash decision. I bit her hand and tried to run past her. No way I was having my head shaved. Mother cursed and twirled around. I ducked as her hand swung out to grab me. I booked it to the living room and was about to open the door when she grabbed me. I screamed and cursed at her. She grasped my hair in one hand, my arm in the other, and began to drag me back to the kitchen. No matter how hard I kicked or how loud I screamed, she just kept plowing forward. She yanked me upright and said “Sit”. This time, I sat.

She picked up the scissors, snapped them in front of my face, then began her dirty deed. She picked up a curl and caressed it. Then, bringing the scissors so close to my scalp that I could feel the cold hard metal, she snipped of a lock of my hair. She dropped it to the floor in front of me before picking up another curl. She cut this curl off as well. She worked her way from the right side of my head, down around my neck, and up the left. I continuously cried and begged her to stop. But no pleas could change her mind.

Mother picked up a mirror and showed me her progress. I had a cap of long curls left sitting atop my head, but uneven jagged bits of hair everywhere else. It looked utterly horrible. I cursed my mother again. “You evil bitch! What did I do!!??” I hated her for what she was doing to my head. She simply laughed and picked up the clippers.

The hum of the clippers echoed in my mind. The steady hum was almost soothing. Mother pulled the rest of my hair up and pushed the clippers from my crown back. The vibrations of the clippers brought me to an instant climax. I’d never experienced something like this before. Tingling sensations erupted through my body. I let out a moan. It felt wonderful.

Mother made another swipe and pass on my head. Then another, and another. Soon, I had no hair left atop my head. Mother patted my head and said, “see, you look fine.”. I got up and left. I studied myself in the mirror in my room. My hair had been shaved nearly all the way. I ran my hands over my head over and over again. I couldn't get over the sensation of my scalp. I Loved it. I truly did. And, honestly, i looked better than Jen, but only because she refused to have any confidence. I ran my hands over my head again, then laid down to take a nap.

wife at barbershop

29 year old Mrs. Sinha is sitting in a barbershop, a local cheap one, wearing a yellow bottle green kuta; her mid length hair reaching up to her breast is hanging, behind the chair fluttering. She is staring at her as her husband as he slides his fingers through her thick, black hair pulling it and squeezing it. The barber standing behind him with scissors in hand, suggesting he is ready to butcher it. The husband asks,

“You sure honey? You don’t need to do it dear”

“Yeah, it is essential. You know my hair is getting to less care, I should have it chopped”

“Think again, you have long hair right from school as far as I know”

“It’s okay; I will grow it back after some time, after we settle a little, maybe after 2 to 3 years”

“Okay whatever”

He then turns to barber and told him, “give her a short nice haircut, she want something, which doesn’t need much comb, and if the visits to her can be less frequented” saying this, Mr. Sinha takes a seat in waiting area to see her beloved spouse’s hair being chopped in front of his eyes.

Mrs. Sinha is gently pushed to a comfortable position and then barber collects her hair into a bun, a medium one. The barber then takes out a red cape from a drawer, and covers Anita, as she closed her eyes. Her hair is then open all ready for the show

Mr. Sinha is sad. One of the two thing he saw when he proposed Anita is her hair, then at college, a batch mate of him, long, thick and jet black. He liked the hair first then started liking her too. They got married at 26, even though she has reduced her hair length to shoulder during marriage. His love for her had overcome his love for her hair, but it remained. He convinced Mr. Sinha just after a month to grow her hair again. She started growing it for two years. But the hair has lost its vigor, and it just reached mid back. It all changed few days earlier. Mr. Sinha has opened a new store in city centre leaving his old store at responsibility of his wife. A thirty day continuous store attendance prompted her to have her hair cut, as she couldn’t manage it well. ‘Short’ before haircut was added after a convincing phone call from one of her mother who convinced her that it is better to keep hair short, as cutting them would let her grow it again but if it is ill maintained, she would lose it after a year or two for once and for all.

Mr. Sinha was lost in thought when he heard the sound of blades of scissor clattering. Anita hair is all combed now. The barber had pushes her head a little forward, thus lowering her view below the mirror as her chin touches her chest. The barber has made a pony with his hand getting together all her hair near her shoulder and has places the scissor above it at her nape. The moment has come.

Kaaach..chchchchc.hchchch… the blades came into action, inserting in the mass, disjoining her locks from her head. The pony is too thick to be cut in one chop, so as he thought barber was inserting the scissor from different direction, trying to chop it apart. With every cut, more of her hair becomes free form the pony tails, hanging lose around her neck. After a good number of chop, the hair came lose.

There is smile in barber’s face, there is confusion in Anita’s face, but Mr. Sinha is gloomy. All the length she had acquired is gone, again to shoulders.

The barber then drops the hair in a bin, and reaches a drawer to pull out a different comb. Anita touches her hair at the back, squeezing it, turning her head sideways to get a peek at her back, but the barber is back again. He then again bend her head, and asks  Mr. Sinha, “ am clipping the hair at back short, with number two guard, or should I do it with…” Anita intercept at the middle, “do it with clipper, and I want the hair to be shortened much more at the back and at sides too”

The barber asks Mr. Sinha to which he answers, “do it, whatever she ask, use number one or number zero if she wishes” The barber removes the guard without asking, and then switches it on. He pushes it at the back and then told, “Am going with zero”

Chunks of hair fell on the ground as he applies the clipper on her back. More hair rains in front of Mr. Sinha as he continues doing it at the back. Anita was enjoying the moment, the sensation. After a few sorties, barber turns the chair, so that her right side was towards the mirror, and then clipped off the hair from left side till her top of the head. He does the same thing on other side of her head.

Anita’s hair is short at back and sides according to barber. According to Mr. Sinha, Anita has no hair at back and sides. The barber finishes the sides and back and then switches off the clipper, but this is not the end. The barber the starts wetting the areas he just sheared and then starts applying shaving cream. Mr. Sinha doesn’t resist as barber then takes a straight razor and scratch her hair off right from top of her head to back and side, leaving hair only in front. The first scratch reveals the virgin scalp of her wife which he never expected to see when he first met her in college. The white patch continues to increase till it spread throughout her back.

Mr. Sinha said, “Anita, how about shaving the head?”  Anita doesn’t replies. Barber after completing with razor combs her remaining hair in front, and stalls there. Mr. Sinha told, “Hey no shaving tomorrow, just give her a pretty haircut, she will have head shave in next visit” Anita takes a deep breath, as a sign of irritation and protest.

The barber then parts her hair in left of head, distributing it in two parts. He levels his scissor at the level of top of ear at left and cut off whatever left below it. To the right he does the same. He then brings all the hair in the front and cuts few strands which reach her eye at her forehead. Anita kept her eyes closed as locks of hair fell on the lap. The barbering was over now.

The barber reaches for another mirror, and shows it to Anita so that she can see her back. As Anita admires her haircut, Mr. Sinha squeezes and rubs his hand on her hair. He said, “I think volume is big” Anita supports him, “yeah, the mop can be reduced I think”

The barber just nods and then again takes a scissor and a comb. He starts doing pick and cut, to remove the volume. He gathers the hair with comb with back brushing and chops off whatever is gathers in the comb. He continues doing this, till he is convinced. Mr. Sinha is also satisfied.

The barber then takes a large brush and started dusting Anita. The floor which was already covered with Anita’s hair is getting more covered as chunks of hair trapped in the cape started dropping to ground. The barber dusts Anita’s face and then carefully opens the knot of cape, and then slides it away.

The barber then applies some powder ad combs Anita’s hair for last time and then turns the chair so that she can get up. As Anita admires her haircut, Mr. Sinha pays the fees and leaves the shop thanking the barber.

10 minutes later

Anita and Mr. Sinha are both in front seat of their car. Mr. Sinha confessed with difficulty, “I always thought you are beautiful with long hair, spread around your head, but, but I discovered today this hairstyle is much more beautiful and…”

Neighbour Sisters

My name is George. I have a beautiful neighbour by thename of Jane. She lives with her younger sister Tina.Both of them have a very sexy body structure andfeminine features. One thing very common among thesisters is straight jet-black hair: Jane’s hairreaches down to her ass, and Tina’s hair reaches downto her waist. Since the time I moved in to this newapartment I have always fantasized about combing andcutting these girls’ hair. I always experience astrange feeling when I see these girls’ hairunbraided.

Normally once in 2 months they trim their hair. Theydo it themselves: Jane trims Tina’s hair and Tinatrims Jane’s hair. They only trim 1 to 1 and a halfinches of their lovely hair. Once I saw them trimmingthe hair through the window and masturbated at home.

Once I found Jane attending an interview in one of myclose friend’s office. I spoke to my friend and gother a job. She was very happy, and invited me to herhouse for dinner. I was very much excited and went toher house on that day for dinner. Slowly we startedtalking about so many things and I finally starteddating her. We even started having sex, when Tina wasnot at home. I used to caress her lovely hair whilehaving sex.

I wanted to trim her hair once, but I was hesitant.Finally when I was there at Jane’s home, Jane wastalking to her sister about trimming her hair. Iwanted to ask whether I could trim it but was verymuch hesitant. But I made up my mind to ask her. Thenext day Tina went to her friend’s house. I was alonewith Jane, and we were having sex. I told her I wantedto trim her hair that weekend, and I wanted to dosomething little more than just trimming the hair.Jane thought for a moment and told me she wanted tokeep her hair long, but as long as the hair is long Icould do whatever I want.

I waited for the exciting weekend to fulfill my dream.Finally the weekend came and I was at her home. Janetold Tina, "George will trim our hair." That was asurprise for me: I never thought I would also trimTina’s hair. Jane also told Tina that she was going tochange her hairstyle slightly.

Both the girls unbraided their hair, and a stool wasset up in the bathroom along with the scissors andcomb. First Tina took the seat. I asked her to bend inthe washbasin so that I could wash her hair. I applieda shampoo and washed her hair. Now her hair wastotally wet, and water was dripping, I slightly driedher hair with a towel and started combing her hair. Iasked her how should I cut her hair, Tina told me shejust wanted a trim – nothing more than that.

I told her that her hair was very thin towards theends (it was not that thin) and that I would cut 6inches of hair so her hair will be neat. She thoughtfor a while and agreed. I started combing her hairagain and took the scissors and started cuttingslightly more than 6 inches. All the cut hair startedfalling on the floor. I had a strange erotic feeling,even she must have felt wet. Now the hair was justabove the waist in a straight line. I asked her if shewas interested in having some bangs. She said no,first she would see Jane’s new hairstyle and decide.

Now it was Jane’s turn. I told Jane to bend over thewash basin, and I started washing her hair. I driedher hair slightly with the towel and asked her to takethe seat. I started combing her lovely hair, which wasdown to her ass. She asked me how I was going to cuther hair, I told her I was going to reduce her hairlength to mid back, and layer her hair, with somebangs in front. She told me "That will be drastic." Itold her that still her hair will be long, and it willbe easy to manage. Jane agreed, Tina was surprised.

I started cutting 2 feet of Jane’s lovely hair. Janehad tears in her eyes, but was wet under her panty.Now the damage was done, I was very much excited aboutmy long-time dream coming true. I wanted to cut thefull length, but this was only the start. I ensuredthat the hair was cut in a straight line. I startedtrimming one more inch of hair by dividing the hair in3 parts horizontally from the head. She told me thather hair looked short, I told her that it was still 2feet long from the roots. I started combing all thehair to the front of her face, so that I could layerher hair. I had read this in one of the web sites. Istarted cutting 6 inches of hair in front, the hairwas falling over her breast and down. It was very niceto see the hair falling on her breast and down. By nowthe bathroom floor was full of hair. Tina was stillwatching this. One of Tina’s hands was in her crotch.Now I told Jane that I was going to add some bangs sothat she would look better. I took one inch inside thehairline in the front of her head and started combingall the hair forward. The remaining hair was combedback and still the hair was long, to her mid back. Istared cutting all the hair above the eyebrows in astraight line. Cut hair was more than one foot. Now Itold her to set the rollers so that she will have somebounce. Jane was happy seeing the work. She asked hersister how did she look. Tina said that Jane lookedfabulous with bangs and layered hair.

Tina looked at her long hair in the bathroom mirror.She told me that her hair was always shorter thanJane’s hair. Now it’s longer, but Jane looked betterwith layered hair and bangs. In the meantime Jane gotthe rollers and was setting up the rollers in herhair.

Tina took the seat again. I knew what was going tohappen. Tina told me she wanted the same hairstyle asher sister, but the length should be another 6 inchesshorter than Jane. I asked her if she was sure, shesaid yes. Then I started spraying some water on Tina’s waist-length hair and made it wet, and started cutting her long hair, slightly above the bra line. Even this was almost 2 feet long. Now I combed all the hair in front and cut exactly 5 inches of hair and, same as Jane, took 1 inch inside the hairline in front of Tina’s head and started cutting it above the eyebrows. The bathroom floor was fully covered with cut hair. By now Jane had removed the rollers and was looking sexy.

I told Tina to put on the rollers for her hair whichwas shorter than Jane’s hair. Both the girls werelooking sexy with the haircut.

That night I had good sex with Jane.

I told Jane that next time I wanted to give both thegirls a chin-length bob, with the nape shaved. Janehas agreed. Now I’m waiting for the next dream day.

SECOND TIME HAIRCUT FOR MY AUNT’S DAUGHTER

Hi guys. This is my 10th story. Hope you all enjoy reading all my haircut and hair job stories. Keep reading all my stories. This is the story about my aunt’s daughter’s haircut for the second time. If you have read the story HAIRCUT FOR MY AUNT AND HER DAUGTHER… then today am going to say how I cut the hair of the sister I have cut the hair on that story for the second time in her home. Enjoy this guy.
Her name is divya which I forgot to specify in that story. She had returned from abroad. My mom and me went to visit her and she said she have come for a week vacation and she will be alone in the home so she asked permission to leave me in her home till she return to abroad. She have returned from abroad after 4yrs. I was happy to see her and her structure. Now she had a perfect boobs hanging on the chest. I was feeling to press her breast badly and pinch her nipples nicely and wanted her to cry in pain. Once I saw her I remembered her haircut day alone. The hay I combed her hair did hair job, she sucked my **** and I cut all her hip length hair to shoulder length hair. I was very eager to look at her hair length now. But she have folded her hair and put a clip over it to the head itself so I couldn’t even guess the length of her hair. We all had our lunch together. Then mom said that sister want me to stay with her till she go to abroad and can I stay with her. I said I will the next second she stopped. Then mom left to our home by 3.40 p.m and she rang us saying she reached home safely and warned me saying should not trouble sister all and should adjust and should not get angry on her. I said ok for everything and hanged up.
It was evening 5 and she bought coffee for us and we both were talking for a while. I asked about aunt and she said she is happy in sisters home and I asked about her husband she said that he have go promotion to assistant manager in a hotel naming something she said but I don’t remember. I asked about her daughter and she said that she is doing well over there. And I asked about her profession and she said that its great but it’s a night duty for her. I forgot to say guys. She is working as a nurse. Till now I don’t know how to start about hair talks and she not removing her hairclip too.

 
After finishing drinking the coffee she got the coffee mug from my hand and took it to wash. I just closed the main door and without knowing to her I followed her slowly. She entered the kitchen and started to wash the tumbler. I hugged her from back and holded her breast tightly and pressed her breast nicely. At once I caught her breast she dropped the mug in the basin and was enjoying what I was doing. Since I got green signal I was happy and was pressing her breast for some time and after sometime she just pushed my hand from her breast and smiled at me and again started to wash the mug. I was happy that she was ok with her breast got pressed by me. I just asked how her hair is. While asking I just went behind her and removed the hairclip of her. at once her hair rolled down and god it was kissing her butt. It was shinning in the tube light brightness.
She was stunned seeing her hair and she asked how it is? I said its awesome and inserted my finger inside her hair and spread her hair all over back and she was enjoying this. I was combing her hair with my fingers itself and she asked did I like it? I said yes I love and like your hair. She said “this hair is not mine” I was confused hearing that and asked what she was saying. She said “yes this hair I growed only for you” god hearing that I hugged her tightly and kissed her lips badly and she too responded back. I was biting her lips with mine. Then I pulled her tongue and I was sucking her tongue inside mine and we both enjoyed French kiss for a long time.
Then she said it’s enough and we both went to hall and she put her hair in huge bun and once she did I removed and she stared and sad ram keep quite. Then she came near me and I leaned on the wall and she came very close to me and said for my pleasure and to satisfy my fetish only she came to India itself. I was happy hearing this and my down was hard and she slowly caught my down and said “I want this pleasure from you. Will you **** me? I want you to **** me very badly. I want you to pour your ***** over me and make me fully wet.” I couldn’t control myself. I just want to take her to bed room and **** her badly but I asked what I will get in return? She said I will give what you want and she pulled all her hair front side and said this long hair in only for you. You can do whatever you want and if want you can cut it till my chin length. I was stunned hearing all her talks. I just caught all her hair and just kissed her lips badly and we were kissing for a long time.
Suddenly we heard a calling bell and she took the lips from mine and made her hair in a bun and went to look who it was. To our shock it was her husband’s sister and her kids. Divya’s hubby has sent her sister to spent time with divya. She said she will stay with her itself till she leave from here. We both were worried hearing this. Since we both know she spoke well to me. Seeing her bag’s we were clear that there was no chance of doing anything what we want. Days went on and she was sleeping with divya itself and I can’t even speak to divya itself she was always with her itself. It was 13th day for divya’s vacation and on 15th day morning for her flight by 2.30p.m. Still that lady was not leaving divya.
It was 14th day. Tomorrow she will be leaving back India I don’t know what to do itself. divya said that she having flight tomorrow by noon 2.30 for that that lady said that sending her to flight she will go to her home. I was fully disappointed. It was noon we all had our lunch and aunt was talking to neighbor out and I ran to kitchen. Divya was washing all the vessels and I hugged her from back and caught her breast firmly. She called my name. I asked what? She asked me to press her breast badly and pinch her nipples. For 2 minutes I got mad and she was moaning softly. When I heard that aunt coming I moved away leaving her and she too continued to wash the vessels. It was 3 that time that aunt got a call from her hubby that he is not feeling well and asked to come immediately so she said to divya that she is moving and said me to take care of divya. I smiled looking at divya and she too smiled looking at me. She moved with her kids by 3.30.
At once she moved we both got bonded each other and kissed badly. Divya asked can we go to bed room. I said sure. There we made love till 11.30p.m.

I was all tired and divya was fully satisfied by me. We both were lying naked in bed and divya said she was happy this day and this sex are very much worth and she got all pleasure what she wants. I said but still am not satisfied. She smiled at me and went out and bought a comb and a scissors. I smiled at her and asked her to sit on the chair and then pulled her hair back. Then I kissed her top head and pressed her breast nicely. Then I inserted my hand inside her hair and touched her scalp and pulled her hair from her hair and she was enjoying that even though it was paining her.
I combed her hair with my fingers and she was totally aroused now. Her nipples were very erect and I could see her moaning. So I again left my hand inside her hair and was pulling her hair and slowly went near her neck and was licking her neck. She was fully aroused and she was rubbing her *****. I was pulling her hair badly and she was totally out of control. God she was moaning badly now and she said ‘ram please cut my hair fully now itself and drop it on my lap ram please soon cut my hair I don’t want my hair its all yours ram make it fall on the floor soon’. I said I want to *** on your hair. She smiled and turned and sucked my down in her mouth and gave a hand job. It was nice to see my big **** going fully inside her mouth and she sucking it badly. I was about to *** I just pulled it from her mouth and turned her and poured a load of *** on her hair and she turned and licked my **** to take the *** from the tip. Then I again turned and combed her hair with a comb and made my *** all over her hair. I combed her hair and the time was 12.45a.m. I said it’s enough to her. 
She asked what next plan is. I said hair wash. I smiled and hold her hand and took her to the bathroom and on the shower and us both got wet under the shower and made love for an hour under the shower. There I washed her hair thrice with shampoo. At last the water in the tank got over so we both came out wiping each other’s body and her hair was still dripping with water. I made her to sit on the chair and rubbed her hair with towel. Still her hair was wet. She was not having bangs. I went front side and took some hair and took the scissors and started to snip her hair to eyes length. Her eyes were seeing the hair being cut and her eyes were waiting to see her in short style. 
Divya asked that can she cut some of her hair. I said sure and gave her the scissors and pulled a big bunch of her hair and said her to cut how she likes. She combed that bunch of hair and started to snip from her chin and dropped on her lap. I couldn’t control myself. I went behind her and combed her long hair for some time and kept the scissor on her shoulder. Since we both were nude she could feel the chillness of the scissors in her shoulder. She said that ram I want my hair on my chin and not on my shoulders. I said we shall reduce again later and she smiled at me. I started to snip her hair from her shoulders and like rain little by little her long hair started to fall on the floor. I finished cutting half amount of her long hair and it was nice to see her hair now. 
One side was till her butt and the other side was till her shoulders only. Then I went front of her and rubbed my **** in her face and she slowly pulled it inside her mouth and was sucking my **** madly for 5 minutes and I said her am going to ***. She asked me to *** on her face and moved my **** inside her mouth very fastly. In fraction of seconds I cummed all my ***** on her face. All her face was covered with my *** and then I started to fall on her breast and I pressed it badly. She wiped all my face to her mouth and I was pinching her nipples.

Due to my bites and pinches her breast was full of black blood clots and she was smiling seeing that. 
Then I went behind her and combed her hair nicely and pulled her hair front side and it covered one side of her breast. I started to snip her hair from shoulders. Now it was very nice to see her long hair falling on her lap itself. In few seconds her long hair was till her shoulders. Then I bought a mug of water and made her hair wet again by spraying water on her hair. Again combed her hair for some time and started to snip her hair again and now some 7 to 10 inches of her hair started to fall on her lap and at last I corrected her hair by neatly cutting it. The time was 3.20a.m. 
She hugged me seeing her hair on the floor and on her lap and seeing her new style in the mirror. Then I spread all her cut hair in the bed and asked to ly on that hair and we both again made love till 7 o clock. Then we both went to take bath and there again we made love for an hour and at last came out of bathroom by8.30 and then prepared our breakfast and had and by 10 we moved to airport and she promised that she will come back again growing her hair to get pleasure and she moved. 
Hope you guys enjoyed this incident... 

Indian Girl Haircut on Her Birthday

I would share how I received a haircut on my 24th birthday on 2ndmarch,2015 as a surprise from my boyfriend(bf) in a barbershop. I wokeup with a message from my bf to be ready by1P.Mand he would be

coming to pick me up. I became nervous as on every birthday of mine hewould have a surprise for me. I dressed up in blue top and white jeansand put on a little makeup. I kept my waist length hair open,as it was wetafter the shower.

I met him at1.05p.mnear my building. He asked me tosit on his bike and started to drive it at full speed. Suddenly hestopped his bike and we were in middle of a rural place. He got down onhis knees and proposed me for marrying him. I accepted his proposaland we hugged and kissed each other. Then he said he had a surprise forme. He would be getting my haircut and changing my way of dressing. Westarted on bike again and after going three or four kilometers hestopped in front of a barbershop.It was strange for me as here in Indiagirls usually get theirhair cut in parlours by female barbers.

It wasmy first time I was there to hae my hair cut. The shop was prettysmall with a glass on one side and a door. My bf opened the door for meand we both entered the shop. There were two barbers in their late 50’sand one was busy buzzing the hairs of a man and the other was occupiedby a barber reading a newspaper. Both of them looked up as we enteredthe shop. The unoccupied barber got out of his chair and greeted us. Hewas confused when I started walking towards the barber chair and my bfheaded to the waiting chair. I could clearly smell the lotion which mybf used after shaves. There were mirrors on every wall of the shopexcept the one which consisted of posters of different haircuts ofmales. There were different scissors, clippers and combs and a watersprayer on my station.

Then he asked me again “ are you here for ahaircut ? “,I said," yes “ and he started to raise the chair. He thengathered all my hairs and made a bun and then put a tissue around myneck and then draped the cape over me and fastened it back. He thenopened my bunn and started combing and asked me," madam kaise katwanahai ?“(how do you you want your hairs to be cut?). My bf said cut herhairs into a bob. Then the barber took the sprayer and started sprayingwater and combing it. Finally he bought scissors and then I could hearsnip ! snip and I could feel my head lighter. He completed cutting myhair into a bob within six or seven snips. Then the barber started torun his hands through my hairs. Then my bf said to cut my hairs fromsides and top and make them short to 1 inches with bangs over myeyebrows. He then bended my head front, my chin touch touching mybreast. He then started cutting my back hairs by scissor over combtechnique. I could only hear snip snip and could see my hairs fallingover my cape. I started crying. Then he tilted my head towards left andstarted cutting my right side hairs and then he tilted my hairstowards right and started cutting my left side hairs.

The barbercompleted witin ten minutes and my bf came again and ran his fingersfrom my hair and said ,"upar ke baal thoda aur chote kar dijiye"(makethe top hairs more shorter"), this time the barber took another comband spreyed water over the top and again started cutting my tophairs. This time I could feel the cool breeze over my head. Then he mademy head tilt backwards and started to comb my hair forward. Then he cutout bangs till my eyebrows and then my bf signaled him to make thebangs more shorter and he reduced the lenth of my bangs by one inch. Bythis time I dared to look myself into the mirror and found out my looktotally transformed that too of a boy. Then my bf asked the barber toshave my nape and make my sides look like “v". Then the barber dapedhis hands in water and put th water on perimeter of my hair.Then hetook a straight razor and started to shave me. The movement of therazor caused a sensation in my stomach and I could feel goosebumps. Hedid shaving my nape and I could feel the passing of cool breeze.Thenthe barber started to put powder on my back and brush me. Then heuncapped me and stared I stepped out of the chairs finally after 20mins and I could see the hairs which I lost just now .My boyfriendpaid and we left the shop. It was my first experience in a barbershopand I really enjoyed my haircut and the shave and hope again I willstep into the barbershop to have my hairs cut.

Self punishement of an Indian girl

One evening, I went to barbershop, but I couldn’t find the on duty barber. A man (who runs a grocery shop just beside the barbershop) told that barber have an urgent work so he took a break from his duty, he would be back after sometime. I thanked the man, and started browsing the magazines, in the waiting area. Just then a young girl of about 19-20 years with hip length hair entered the shop,
I was quite surprised as in my country girls generally don’t have their haircut in barbershops which are dominated by male customers. She saw that the barber’s chair is vacant and sat on it. I didn’t object, as it would be nice to skip turn if I can see the haircut of such girl. I was staring at her, when she caught me and said, “When will you serve your customer”. I replied, “I am not a barber here, but a customer”. She apologized for her mistake. I was thinking at the moment why did I tell her, I am not the barber, I could have easily given her a haircut, at least could have cut some inches of her long hair.

Then she started conversation with me. I asked her name, she replied Piya, and I told mine. Then, I asked her, “When did you cut your hair last time?” told me she has her last haircut in barbershop when she was about 10years old. Then she only trimmed her hairs at home. I questioned, “Then why are you here in this barbershop,to have a haircut? It would be better if you go to some parlor or salon to have such long hair cut properly. These barbers are not good at long hairs”. She asked, “What made you believe that I am here for a haircut”. I replied, “what else can you do here?” she told that she I her for her head shave. I was surprised at hearing this; she explained that her marks in her last examination are really poor. She had vowed that, if she doesn’t come in top 5 in college ranking, she would just cut all her hair. This is a self punishment for her. On hearing this, I was speechless for a few seconds. She then said, don’t be upset it’s just hair, it will grow back. I pretend to be upset, but from inside I was very happy, that I would see a long haired girl getting her head shaved. I told her you are mad, she laughed at that, and said, “Yes I know, my father and mother also told the same thing”. Then she asked do you know where the barber is, I conveyed her message, given to me by that man. She was then a little distressed. She told,” the barber is not submissive to his duty, I am getting late”. Then suddenly she asked, “Can you shave my head”. I was taken aback; I stammered and said,” I think I can’t”. My inner mind was shouting at me “you should have said yes”. She showed a gesture of annoyance. Then again after sometimes, she told me, “just try it, it’s just a head shave, no need to keep a check on hairline, or length, just buzz it. And if something went wrong barber will fix it when he comes” This time I couldn’t resist; I got up from the waiting chair, went near her and covered her with a cape, lying close to the chair she is sitting. She said, “now you are a good boy.” I checked the drawers in the shop and found 2 pairs of scissor, 3 combs, 1 clipper, 2 straight razors, and a tube of shaving cream.

I took the comb, opened her hair which was tied in a bun, and started to comb it and told her, “last chance for you to think, if you really want to cut your hair”, she said, “relax, hair is mine, you don’t have to worry”. I kept the scissor just below her shoulder and then ssccrruunnchh sccrruunnchh ssccrruunnchh with scissor. About 12 inches of hair was cut, and was lying in the floor. She shouted at me, “I didn’t ask for a trim Mr. Barber.” I replied’ “wait your highness”. Then I partition her hair and started cutting small bits off from her hair. Gradually her lap was covered with hair. I reduced her hair to chin length, though at some places it is close to scalp. I was feeling lucky that the barber didn’t come by that time. She again shouted,” by this time could have shaven my head myself. I ignored that. I then started cutting her rest hair close to scalp, which took a great time. After showing her the buzzed head, I told her, “it will now take just 5 more minutes”. She replied, “Buzzing could have been done using clippers in 1 minutes. I defended, “I don’t know how to operate the clippers.” after saying this I lathered her head with shaving cream and started shaving her hair. After this the whole process is complete. She said thanks and gave me two 100 rupee note, telling me salon would charge me the same, if she would have her head shave there. I didn’t take it and said this is a barbershop; here the fees would be about 30 rupee. She took a 20 rupee note and 10 rupee note. I took the 20 rupee note, and told her to clean the floor with me, which would earn you 10 rupee. She laughed and started cleaning with me. The dustbin lying in the corner was fully filled with her waist length hair. We exchanged phone numbers and she left the shop. The barber came 10 minutes later. He apologized to me, and told me to sit in barber’s chair. He quickly did my hair within 5 min. While paying him I paid him 50 rupee. He was surprised and told,” why are you giving me tip today? I have wasted so much of your time”. I just told him,” You have given me once in a life time experience” and left the shop. About 2 years later A message came to my cell phone ‘Again got poor marks, planning to get my head shaved again. Call me (piya)’. I told myself I am again going to have another wonderful experience.