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Subject: {ASSM} RP Lord Of Dreams 2 - The Barbershop by Victor Ramierez (M/F, mc, oral, mast)
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Lord Of Dreams: The Barbershop

by Victor Ramierez

Nathan Taylor laid back in his airline seat and closed his eyes. Reaching
out with his mind he moved forwards through the plane until he reached the
crew area in between the economy and business sections, and then he moved
over to the crew seats. Tracy Christopher had sat down in one of the crew
seats and after strapping herself in, laid back and closed her eyes for a
moment. Nathan sensed that with a little persuasion she would be asleep and
he could initiate her favourite fantasy. Nathan liked her fantasy and
decided to go for it. Quickly he slipped into her mind and pushed her into
sleep, and sitting in the chair, Tracy slumped back and was fast asleep. He
quickly shuffled through her mind like it was a filing cabinet, discarding
her recent memories about her new job as a flight attendant, and back into
her more interesting sexual thoughts. He found an entire "drawer" devoted
to fantasies and quickly picked one out, it was old and battered as it was
one of her earliest sexual longings, but it was more interesting than her
recent stuff.
Tracy began to squirm in her seat and as she rolled her head to the side
her mind formed the images for her new dream.
Tracy found herself walking through her old hometown, she was momentarily
confused as she thought she had just been at work on a cross country
flight. She was standing in the middle of the footpath and looked around
the town. It was just as she remembered it from her childhood, nothing had
changed, and she suspected that it probably never would. It was that sort
of small country town that people make jokes about, but the people who live
there wouldn't trade for the world. She began to walk slowly forward and
found herself moving towards the old barbershop. A warm smile spread across
her pleasant features as she remembered the many occasions she had
accompanied her father into this shop. She would follow him in and sit and
talk to the older guys while her dad had a trim, and sometimes even a shave
with a real razor.
She walked into the shop and just as she had remembered, there was old Joe
lounging behind the counter reading the paper, waiting for his next
customer. The little bell above the door rang as she came in and he looked
up from the paper, and his warm face broke into a huge smile.
"Why hello there Tracy, where's your old man?"
"He's not here with me today Mr Beddoes."
"Well what can I do for you sweetheart? Surely you don't want old Joe to
cut your pretty long blonde hair?"
Tracy giggled like a schoolgirl, and shook her head. Suddenly she felt
herself possessed by a strange boldness and  her old fantasy came bubbling
back up to the surface of her mind. Without any further thought she heard
the words coming out of her mouth, but she couldn't believe she was asking
this.
"I need you to shave something for me."
Tracy thought back to those days when her father had been shaved by old
Joe. She remembered the cutthroat razor as he scraped it back and forth
across the leather strap, until the blade was perfect. She felt a shiver
run down her spine, and she felt herself coursing with the sexual energy
that this illicit idea was bringing forth in her.
She felt her hands reach up under her skirt and pull her little white
panties down to her ankles. She kicked them off, snatched them up and put
them in her pocket. She grabbed the hem of her skirt and lifted it up to
expose her fine blonde pubic hair.
"I want you to shave this for me," she said pointing at her sweet little
pussy. This had always been her most secret schoolgirl fantasy. The sound
of the razor slowly scraping away the hair, watching old Joe's hands move
slowly and surely across the area of skin he was shaving and then seeing
the area washed clean and then left shiny and smooth. Just the thought of
it gave her another surge of orgasmic energy.
Joe was speechless and quickly ran over to the door, hung out the closed
sign, and drew the blinds.
"Well if that's what we're doing we'd better do it properly. Don't want to
rush it and cut your sweet little pussy," said Joe in a fatherly kind of
way. "Slip your skirt off and hop up into the chair honey."
Tracy couldn't believe she had done this, and that Joe was taking it so
calmly. She knew something strange was going on, but she couldn't work out
what. Her body seemed to be working on remote control and she found her
hands had already begun to unfasten her kneelength brown skirt and dropped
it to the ground, leaving her naked from the waist down to her little white
ankle socks and sneakers.
Joe spun the chair around to face her and patted the seat cushion,
indicating she should get in the chair.
She sat down in the chair and waited to see what Joe would do next.
"I've never shaved a pussy before, I suppose you'd better put your legs
over the arms so I can get at it easier," instructed Joe.
Tracy complied and draped her legs over each arm of the chair, spreading
her legs wide apart and totally revealing her beautiful pussy.
Joe was looking on appreciatively, and once she had finished arranging
herself on the chair he went into action.
"We'll start with the lather," he said as he moved back to the sink and
began to whip up a shaving mug full of warm soapy shaving cream. He moved
forward and stood with the mug in one hand and the brush in the other. "You
have a lovely little pussy, it's a shame you want it shaved, but I'm glad
you asked me," said Joe with a grin. 
Joe bent forwards to get closer to her, and dipped the brush into the mug
before starting to spread the warm lather across her pussy hair.
Tracy felt the warmth of the lather first, and then shortly after she felt
the soft bristles of the brush begin to swish around over her pussy. It
felt great, and combined with the thrill of fulfilling her fantasy she
began to head towards her first orgasm of the encounter. She looked down as
he stopped momentarily to reload the brush, and she watched as he began to
heap more of the soap onto her. He began to work the soap into her and she
could feel the bristles working around over her clitoral hood. Like
mini-shocks, each contact with her clit was sending jolts of pleasure
through her entire being. This was better than she ever imagined, and he
hadn't even begun to shave her yet. She jammed herself into the chair and
shuddered as wave after wave of pleasure washed through her bringing her to
orgasm. She sat there in the warmth of her pleasure, and felt the ongoing
stimulation of the brush as she was coming down from her orgasmic high. So
far it had been perfect.
Joe stopped and grabbed the razor out of the cabinet and moved back to the
chair. He reached down and unclipped the leather strap and stood back from
the chair. He held it up where she could see it in the mirror, and began to
drag the blade back and forth across the leather.
Tracy was sure he was moving in slow motion, as she watched the blade
moving, and shining brilliantly with the reflected light of the light of
the bulb over the mirror. She felt she would die from the anticipation
while she waited for him to finish. She wanted to scream at him to get on
with it, but another part of her held her mouth shut, after all this was a
large part of the fantasy too. She could smell the leather as it was being
abused by the blade, and his movements went on and on. After what seemed
like hours he finally put down the strap and moved around in front of her.
He held the razor up so she could see it, and admire it's stark beauty. The
stainless steel blade caught the light and glistened menacingly, like she
imagined a warrior's sword of old would do, and like a sword it too had an
intricate handle. In this case it was a mother of pearl casing, which the
blade would then fold back into when he was finished. She looked up at him
and saw that he was staring hungrily at her pussy, and as his tongue began
to lightly run across his lips he made his move.
Joe bent down and began to spread her skin taut, and then reached down with
the blade and slowly began to drag it back across her pussy flesh.
Immediately she was hit with a wall of sensation which knocked her back in
the seat. She felt his fingers lightly dancing across her pussy, while
holding her skin out like with the tension of a bowstring. The hard metal
of the blade pressed against her, and then it began to scrape across her
sensitive skin. She could hear it moving and she could feel the hair coming
away from the skin. He had not clipped her hair or anything like that, so
her pubic hair was of a longer length than normally shaved, so it was
taking longer as he had to keep washing the hair off the blade. She didn't
mind, the longer the better.
She laid back and allowed the feelings to wash over her body like the tide
on a beach front. Slowly it lapped at her, then it slid over her body and
then forcefully it pounded down upon her over and over until she was
pulsing in orgasmic ecstasy. He quickly stopped and reached up and placed
his hand on her chest to hold her down.
"Don't move for God's sake, remember this is a razor," he said holding the
blade up in front of her. She tried to focus through the pleasure haze and
to her delight she could see strands of her blonde hair mingled in with the
soap adorning the blade. Joe bent back down and went back to work.
He slowly worked his way up one lip and then the other, stopping to wash
the blade after each stroke, until her lips were smooth. He then began to
slowly defoliate her pussy mound. She could feel each movement of the blade
as it radiated straight towards her clit, and then as he moved his hand
down and pressed her hood to one side she began to be swept away by another
wave. She felt the blade slide down one side of the hood and then he
pressed it back the other way and the blade journeyed down that side. This
was enough for her and with a shudder she orgasmed again.
"And we can't finish a shave without a warm moist towel," said Joe as he
wiped the excess lather away, before folding a warm face towel over her
bald pussy.
That was the perfect end to the experience, as she basked happily in her
after glow, the warmth from the towel was spreading  throughout her pelvic
region and she was very content and happy.
"That was amazing," said Tracy breathlessly. "I must now pay you for that
favour Mr Beddoes." She reached up to his belt and began to undo his
trousers. Before he could say anything she had opened his fly and pulled
his hard cock out of his trousers.
"Tracy sweetie, you don't have to do that for old Joe," he somehow managed
to mumble.
"Mr Beddoes, when was the last time a pretty little 18 year old blonde gave
you a blow job? No answer, alright then shut up and enjoy it," commanded
Tracy.
Joe chuckled to himself and moved forwards so that she could reach him from
the chair.
Her tongue quickly snaked out of her mouth and began to bathe his cock with
long lingering strokes. She moved down the length of the shaft on top,
around to the bottom to suck one, and then the other of his balls into her
mouth. She then began to lick and nibble her way back up the thick vein
underneath until she had reached the top again.
Joe was totally speechless and had almost lost the power to stand. It was
only the fact that if he fell down her mouth would leave his dick, that
kept him upright. Tracy was enjoying this too and decided she would reward
her men with blowjobs more often in the future.
She opened her lips slightly and slid the tip of his cock into her mouth,
before pressing down with her mouth around the shaft, making a perfect "o"
shape around it. He felt the warmth of her mouth on his cockhead, while the
shaft was being bathed simultaneously by a cool breeze from the window and
the warm breath from her nostrils. This was a strange sensation, but a good
one. He could feel the trickle of pre-cum ooze out of his hole and be
washed away in her moist mouth. She began to slide the length of his shaft
into her mouth while working the remainder with her hand. Her tongue was
pressed against it, probing and feeling it as it moved in and out of her
mouth. Her tongue caressed the cockhead as it entered her mouth again and
then she allowed her teeth to softly brush against the length of the shaft
as it slid into her mouth again.
Joe was having the blowjob of his life and when he felt his dick riding
over the ridges of her teeth he could feel the end coming on. She began to
increase the suction and he began to pump his dick into her mouth at a
faster rate. Then with one final thrust he slid into her mouth again and as
he felt her tongue pulsing under his cock, supporting the shaft as it came
in, his come began to spurt from his cock. He felt his orgasm pulse through
him and each pulse was accompanied by a spurt of hot come which splattered
across the back of her throat. She was swallowing happily as her mouth was
rinsed clean with sperm. The salty taste overpowered her senses and then as
he pulled out and slumped into the chair next to her she quickly began to
stimulate herself as she knew she wasn't far off another orgasm.
She slid a finger into her very wet pussy and as she rhythmically pumped in
and out of herself she stimulated her clit and played with her cuntlips.
With a contented and happy sigh she leant back in her chair and looked over
at old Joe who had been watching her masturbate to another orgasm.
"Thank you Mr Beddoes," she said as the room around her began to slowly
fade.
"That's alright dear, shut the door on the way out will you," said Joe as
he faded into blackness.
Tracy awoke slowly from her sleep, and then realising she'd drifted off she
sat up and looked around. Quickly she noticed that her skirt and panties
had been kicked to the other side of the crew area, and she was sitting
nude from the waist down to her high heels. She quickly undid her seatbelt,
and ran across to retrieve her clothing, all the while her face was turning
a deeply embarrassed red colour.
She slid her panties on, and as her hand pulled them up into place it
brushed against her cunt and she realised that her pussy was now totally
bald. She looked around in horror and wondered who had done this to her.
She quickly put her skirt on and moved out into the aisles. Her friend
Gabby was up ahead with the drinks cart and she quickly made her way up to
her. Dragging Gabby back into the crew area she turned and checked to see
if anyone else was coming before ducking back inside.
"Did you have a good rest, we thought you looked so tired we let you sleep
a little longer," said Gabby before being shushed by Tracy.
"Was there anyone else in here with me?"
"Only an older guy for a couple of moments, some friend of yours," said
Gabby. "We told him you were asleep but he insisted upon seeing for
himself."
"What older guy?" demanded Tracy
"He came from over there," said Gabby pointing over near where Nathan was
sitting. Nathan was pretending to be asleep and was enjoying every second
of this conversation.
Gabby turned back in disbelief. "He was right there a second ago, but now
he's gone."
They did a quick search and found no sign of the man.
Tracy was sitting in stunned disbelief when Gabby came back up to her.
"One other thing Tracy, I think he said his name was Joe."
It was then that Tracy realised what the strange taste in her mouth was, it
was salty cum.
Nathan Taylor began to quietly chuckle as he rolled over and went to sleep.

Copyright 1998 Victor Ramierez
lovecannibal@yahoo.com

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