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Hi, my name is Maggie and as some of you may know as the ‘Mother of the Bride’ so before I start rambling on about how much my life has changed since my radical haircut, please read the first part of my story ‘Mother of the Bride’ and it will give you an insight into what I was then and what I am now. A bit if a tart if I am being perfectly honest.
It has been nine months since my daughter’s wedding and my life has changed so much.
It is surprising how much a new haircut, intentional or otherwise can change one’s life and one’s outlook on life.
Before my visit to the barbershop with my grandson Charlie I had been a relatively happy and contented wife, mother and grandmother but that single fateful day changed my life.
All that was supposed to happen was that I was to take Charlie for his haircut before my youngest daughter Carol’s wedding the following day. One thing led to another and in my attempt to persuade Charlie to sit in the barber’s chair and get a haircut, I somehow inexplicably finished up with a very short high and tight crew cut.
I thought my world had ended because the following day I had to attend my youngest daughter’s wedding with a haircut that would not have looked out of place on an army parade ground but I could not have been more wrong.
The reaction from my husband on seeing my haircut when he arrived home from work was totally unexpected to say the least. Our once vanilla sex life has changed beyond recognition and Tom, that’s my husband makes love to me at every opportunity, no matter where we are. In the kitchen whilst cooking the evening meal, in the conservatory where our neighbours have a good unobstructed view of Tom bending me over the wicker furniture but the most adventurous location so far has to be the second level of the multi-story car park at our local shopping centre where any one walking close enough to our car would have seen my head bobbing up and down between Tom’s legs swallowing his erect penis.
My wardrobe before my change of outlook consisted of very sensible and boring clothes, over the knee dresses and skirts, high neck blouses and very conservative tan-coloured tights. Looking back, it is no wonder my husband Tom found it difficult to see me as desirable and sexy.
My new wardrobe is totally different. I now wear short skirts and dresses; my blouses are all low cut showing off my ample breasts and cleavage. I wear figure hugging pencil skirts and suspender belts with fully fashioned seamed stockings. I no longer purchase my panties in packs of five from the local supermarket and consequently all my satin and lace matching sets come from high class and very expensive lingerie stores.
Some people may see me and call me a tart or class me as mutton dressed as lamb but I do not care because I love my new image and Tom now appreciates the new woman in his life.
I still have my high and tight crew cut and I keep my monthly appointment at the barbers although the elderly barber that gave me the initial haircut has now retired leaving the business to his young nephew Daniel so he now cuts my hair. I honestly don’t mind because Daniel is very good looking and quite sexy.
Anyhow back to the story.
My daughters Susan and Carol usually visit on a weekend so when Susan turned up one Wednesday afternoon, I knew she had something important to discuss with me.
“Mum, I have been thinking about this for ages, Dave and I have been talking and Dave is particularly keen.”
I interrupted her “Are you trying for another baby?”
“No, nothing so life changing, not at the moment anyway but I’m thinking about getting my haircut.” she replied.
“You get your haircut regularly, so why are you asking my advice?”
“I want to cut it short?” Susan said.
“How short?”
“I’m thinking of a buzz cut but Dave wants me to shave my head.” she replied.
I sat next to Susan on the sofa and touched her long chestnut coloured hair. Her hair was long and came midway down her back. Susan’s hair felt silky soft and she obviously took good care of it, something I had caught her from being my little girl.
“The only advice I can give you is, if you are adamant about losing all that long hair that has been attached to your head since you were a little girl then do it. I personally found it so liberating and I would not go back to having long hair.”
“I know, I can see how it has changed you. You have gone from being a middle-aged woman sleep walking into old age into someone who enjoys life and quite frankly bahis siteleri doesn’t give a damn what other people think, apart from her family of course.” Susan smiled and hugged me.
“What do you want to do?” I asked.
“Yes, I want to do it.” came Susan’s reply.
“Well, there’s no time like the present, grab your coat, we’re going to the barbers.”
“But I have to pick Charlie up from nursery in one hour.” came Susan’s objection.
“This isn’t like the hairdressers. The barber will have your head shaved in less than ten minutes.” I replied.
Fifteen minutes later Susan and I were sat in the barbershop on High Street.
Apart from the Daniel the barber, Susan and myself the shop was empty.
“Hello Mrs Partington, what I do for you? I only cut your hair last week.” asked Daniel.
“This is my daughter Susan and she wants you to cut her hair.”
Daniel focused his attention on Susan “Hello Susan, I am Daniel, how would you like me to cut your hair?”
“I want my hair short; I want a buzz cut.” Susan replied.
“Are you sure? You have beautiful hair” asked Daniel.
“Yes, I’m certain.”
“Then take a seat.” said Daniel inviting her into the barber’s chair.
Susan sat in the chair looking ever so nervous. Daniel tore a strip of tape from the roll and placed it around Susan’s neck quickly followed by the apron leaving just her head poking out of the top.
That was my little girl sat in the barber’s chair looking afraid and alone. I just wanted to hug her.
Daniel took the clippers from the work station and flicked them into action. The room suddenly filled with their distinctive buzz.
Standing in front of Susan he held the buzzing clippers in front of her face.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Yes, just do it before I change my mind.” Susan replied biting her bottom lip.
Daniel lifted Susan’s fringe with his left hand and placed the chattering blades of the clippers on the top of her forehead.
With one push the clippers sheared a 2-inch-wide path from her forehead to her crown.
“Oh shit.” Susan cried out.
I saw her eyes fill with tears. Daniel stopped.
“Do you want me to stop? But it is a little too late now.”
“No, just carry on.” Susan replied.
The blades of the clippers glided across Susan’s scalp stripping her hair away with brutal efficiency.
The clippers fell silent leaving Susan with a 1/4 inch buzz cut. Daniel tidied up Susan’s nape with a straight razor before removing the cape setting her free. She looked stunning and sexy. I know she is my daughter but Susan looked every inch the sex goddess.
I hugged Susan and whispered “You look gorgeous, leave here with your head held high and don’t try to hide as I know you will.”
Susan kissed my cheek “Thanks mum, I love you.”
Susan paid Daniel and walked to the door expecting me to follow.
“Susan, I have some business to do in town so you go and pick Charlie up from nursery. I will get a taxi home.”
Susan said her goodbyes and left.
Daniel gave me a quizzical look.
“Daniel, I want you to give me a haircut.”
“But I only cut it last week.”
“I want a buzz cut like Susan, which guard did you use?” I asked.
“Number 2.”
“Is a number 1 much shorter?” I asked.
“Your hair will be cut to about 1/8th of an inch.”
“Then a number 1 it is then.” I said sitting in the chair.
Daniel placed the paper strip around my neck followed by the cape. As Daniel adjusted the cape the hem of my skirt pulled up revealing my stocking tops and suspender straps. Daniel tried to play the gentleman by looking away but from the smile on his face I knew he had caught a good eye full.
Daniel stood in front of me with the buzzing clippers in his hand.
The warm vibrating clipper blades touched my forehead tickling my skin. Daniel pushed the blades back across my head towards the crown stripping off what little hair I had. Daniel’s clippers ripped through my hair in no time at all.
I stared at the woman looking at me in the mirror.
“Hmmm.”
Susan looked sexy, I looked like a convict. I could see my scalp beneath the stubble.
“Is something wrong?” asked Daniel.
“I’m not sure I like it.” I replied.
“Well, there is only one alternative and that is I shave your head.”
I considered Daniel’s proposition.
“Shave me.” I replied.
Daniel returned the clippers to their hook under the styling table and took a can of shaving foam down from the shelf filling canlı bahis siteleri the palm of his left hand with the creamy white foam.
Daniel began to cover my scalp with the foam massaging it into my skin with his fingertips. The touch of Daniel’s fingers on my scalp was electrifying and my body began to react to his touch, my nipples became sensitive and the warm feeling between my legs intensified. I could feel myself starting to glow as my vagina lips moistened. Daniel continued to massage the shaving cream into my scalp longer than I believed was necessary as he could see that I was reacting sexually to his touch. My panties were now more than damp as my buttocks wriggled in the barber’s chair causing barber’s apron and the hem of my skirt to ride up once again but this time showing more than just my stocking tops. The crotch of my sodden panties was clearly on display and the fact that they had ridden up into my vagina lips could not be hidden. I attempted to pull the hem of my skirt down to hide my modesty.
Daniel touched my hand. “If you don’t mind, I would prefer you left your skirt as it is.”
I removed my hand and left my femininity on display.
I was under the complete control of a man half my age and a man I knew only as Daniel the barber.
He dominated me and I was his to do with as he desired. I wanted him, I needed him and all I desired at that moment in time was to feel Daniel inside me.
Daniel took the straight razor in his right hand and held the top of my head steady with the fingertips of his left hand.
Slowly and seductively, he striped the shaving cream and the remnants the hair from my head.
I closed my eyes and revelled in the touch and feel of Daniel finger’s working the cold steel of the razor across my scalp.
My groin shifted and wriggled on the chair as Daniel work on my head, I softly groaned as my juices flowed from my vagina into my panties and onto the seat of the chair.
A gentle kiss from Daniel on my forehead told me that his work was done. I opened my eyes to look at my reflection. Looking back at me was a beautiful bald woman, a woman of confidence. I looked sexy and I knew it.
Daniel stood in front of my and it was hard to avoid seeing that the experience of shaving my head had excited him. I reached out and unbuttoned his denim jeans.
“Wait.” he said as he walked to the front door placing the bolt on it, turning the sign to CLOSED and pulling down the window blinds.
Daniel returned, placed his fingertips on the waist of my panties and removed them leaving my freshly shaved mound on display. Daniel touched the sheer nylon of my stockings as his fingers traced down to my ankles.
He took hold of my ankles and lifted my legs so that they straddled the arms of the barber’s chair.
Daniel sank to his knees and placed his head between my thighs as his tongue parted the waiting moist lips of my vagina. His tongue explored and delved deeper into the soft glistening folds of my vulva slowly working towards my hard and wanting clit.
He teased my clit flicking it with the tip of his tongue. My body felt as if it was going to explode. I was defenceless against this man. He owned me.
I felt exploited that a man I barely knew was controlling me. I felt cheap like a common whore, like a tart and I loved it. This was me Maggie Partington, a common slut.
My body could take no more as my back arched and my buttocks lifted from the chair squirting my sex into Daniel’s mouth.
Daniel stood and assisted me from the chair, turning me around so that I faced away from him, he bent me over the barber’s chair. I parted my legs slightly inviting him in.
Slowly and gently the tip of Daniel’s cock parted my lips and slipped inside me. He was gentle and loving as he had sex with me. His hands caressed my shaved head and it felt wonderful, he was the first man to have ever touched my shaved head and that is a secret I shall have to keep from my husband Tom.
Daniel sadly did not last very long leaving me frustrated and disappointed. My husband will have to make up for the disappointment when he returns from work.
As I dressed Daniel opened the shop door, raised the window blinds and returned the sign to open.
“Can I have my panties back please?” I asked him.
“No, they belong to me now, call them payment for your haircut.” he replied.
Before heading home, I had to visit one shop, the pet shop where I purchased a pink dog collar and lead.
Tom and I do not have a dog but canlı bahis I must tell you that Tom and I have developed other interests in the past 9 months.
We are both active members of the local swingers’ club and we are both partial to a little light BDSM that we practice whilst alone but I’m sure that if the opportunity arose, we could explore sharing our interest with others at a later date.
Standing under a warm shower with a freshly shaved head was a totally different and pleasurable experience from anything I had experienced before. The feel of the warm water running down my smooth skin was so sensual it sent tingles throughout my body and I could not resist pleasuring myself.
Once showered I towel dried myself, applied my make-up and put my very large and slutty hoop earrings in. To finish off my outfit I slipped on a pair of 6-inch stilettos and placed the newly purchased dog collar around my neck and waited for Tom to arrive home from work.
Shortly after 6pm I heard the key in the door and Tom walk into the living room.
I clipped the dog lead onto my collar and walked downstairs. I could hear Tom talking to someone and presumed he was on the phone.
Pushing the living room door open I greeted Tom “Hello big boy, I have a surprise for you.”
I stood in the living room completely naked apart from my large hoop earrings, a dog collar and lead and 6-inch stilettos.
Unfortunately, Tom was not alone, unknown to me he had invited Hazel and Frank two friends from the local swingers’ club for drinks.
“Love the haircut.” said Hazel.
“I needed a tidy-up and went a little too far.” I replied with a cheeky grin.
“And that collar really suits you.” added Frank reaching out to touch my freshly shaved mound.
I stepped closer to accommodate him as his fingers slipped between my lips.
Tom stepped forward, took hold of my lead and pulled me away from Frank.
“That is more than a tidy up.” as he pulled me towards the dining table.
Tom pushed me against the table causing me to fall back on it. He lifted me up onto the table so that I lay on it with my legs dangling over the side.
Tom dropped his trousers revealing his erect penis and slipped it into my wet and waiting pussy. He was not gentle like Daniel but thrust his full 8 inches into me causing me to scream out.
“Quiet bitch, you know you love it, you whore.”
Some people may think that Tom is disrespectful but he knows what turns me on and I love to be degraded and humiliated.
Tom was relentless in his thrusts pushing me further onto the table and I had to hold onto the edge to stop from sliding further on.
I became aware of someone joining me on the table. As I looked to my right, I saw Hazel who was now naked lay next to me with Frank thrusting his cock into her.
Hazel and I lay on the table like a couple of cheap sluts offering our bodies without any dignity and I loved it, I was in heaven.
Hazel was a screamer and although I tried to complete, I could not match her.
Finally succumbing to Frank’s thrusts, she let out one long ear-piercing scream as she released her sex over my solid oak table.
“Fancy a swop, Tom?”
Tom stopped fucking me and changed over with Frank.
Frank was not as big as Tom but he did have a good technique as his cock seemed to touch parts of my pussy that I didn’t know existed. He was good.
As if in synchronisation Hazel and I let out a scream. Frank filled my pussy with his hot silky cum.
Hazel and I sat on the settee touching each other whilst Tom and Frank recovered.
“You two look very happy together.” suggested Frank.
“We are just discussing Maggie’s haircut.” said Hazel.
“Why are you thinking of going short?” he asked his wife.
“You never know, I may surprise you one day.” came her reply.
I saw Tom and Frank whispering as they approached me.
They both took hold of my wrists and led me to the middle of the floor and forced me to kneel in front of them.
Tom forced his erect 8 inches into my mouth whilst Frank took my left hand and placed it on his cock. I instinctively started to masturbate him.
Hazel not wanting to miss out on the action lay flat on her back beneath my groin and parted my pussy lips with her tongue searching deep inside my folds.
This must have been an evening for coordination because I felt Tom and Frank’s cock stiffen and pulse. Tom withdrew his cock from my mouth and started to masturbate himself as did Frank.
Both men groaned as they released their hot cum onto my shaved head.
Tom and I are good friends with Hazel and Frank and I am sure we will have many more private rendezvous with them as well as our group meetings at the swingers’ club.
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