The Straight Razor
written by:
PetiteVedette

My boyfriend has been begging me for some time now for me to shave my pussy. I keep it trimmed and short so it's not overgrown or unmanageable, but I guess he just has a hankering for a smooth quim. I'm not necessarily against it by principle but shaving down there really is a lot of work and upkeep because if you don't shave regularly it gets itchy and uncomfortable—so I was fairly reluctant and he being the sweetheart he is let the issue drop (for the time being).

One night, we were having an evening in and we were having some fun playing stupid high school kid games like truth or dare. We'd played a few rounds—I made him run around the outside of the house naked . . . then I locked him out—it was seriously hilarious; for me anyway. The front of our house has a motion activated flood light and it wasn't quite that late at night so he was banging on the window trying to hide behind a short palm tree. When he finally got back in he was hell bent on revenge . . .long story short it involved our bed, some rope, my hairbrush and large collection of toys (but that's a story for another time perhaps . . ) As he was untying my hands and I was in a lethargic post multiple orgasm state he leaned down and whispered in my ear "Truth or Dare. You'd better pick dare," he warned. "You owe me." He gave me time to answer while he began nibbling on my earlobe and drew one of his fingers up my still wet and sensitive slit.

"Dare" I replied, my voice a combination of whisper and moan. He slid his finger inside and my pussy gripped on it in expectation of pleasure. "I didn't quite hear that." He added another finger and began pumping me slowly building with speed as he went. He moved down to my body trailing kisses over my breasts and stomach before his mouth stopped level with my clit. He lightly flicked it with his tongue a few times until I was jumping with the contact and then he sucked the little nub into his mouth—now I'd already cum about 5 times tonight so my clit was highly sensitized, It didn't take long before I was ready to make it number 6. As I grew closer to the peak he released my aching button and stilled his fingers inside my pussy. I almost screamed in frustration—I was panting and moving my hips trying to restart the motion of that incredibly well placed finger, but in response he pulled it out and moved up my body. His mouth at my ear, I could hear him laughing huskily "Truth or Dare, Louder this time please."

"Dare," I practically screamed it at him! "Now get back down there and finish what you fucking started."

"Alright, I'll finish, but just remember that you said dare. Of course, I'm not going to tell you what it is just yet—I'm going to save it for the perfect time." He moved back down took my clit between his teeth and scraped while he shoved three fingers deep into my hole. I came fast and hard and fell asleep not even thinking about what might be in store for me when he came up with his dare.

About a week later, we had reservations at a nice restaurant downtown, but he said he needed to make a stop . . . so we left early. He pulled the car up to a little strip mall and parked in front of a barber's shop. He shifted into park and told me it was time to complete my dare. I was to go into the barber shop and ask for a shave. "But my legs are fresh shaven and besides I don't think that they do that." He chuckled and replied, "That's not what you're going to ask him to shave." I knew precisely what he was referring to but I was in a state of shock that he was forcing the issue like this, so I played dumb.

"You are going to go inside and ask the barber for a shave. You're going to ask him to shave your pussy—and you are not going to leave until it is finished. Now get out of the car and have fun with your dare."

I looked at him, completely dumbfounded. He wanted me to go into a strange barber shop and bare myself to a complete stranger and ask him to shave me in the most intimate of ways. I opened my mouth to object but he silenced me with one finger across my lips. "You screamed at the top of your lungs that you wanted a dare. This is it, and you are not going to welch. Now get out of the car and go into that shop or I will take you over my knee here in broad daylight and show you what happens when you go back on a promise." I looked at him defiantly, trying to decide if I should call his bluff . . . not that I thought he was bluffing. I opened my lips to speak again, not entirely sure what I was going to say when he reached for me to pull my torso over his lap. I ducked his arms and jumped out of the car. He reached over, closed the door and locked it. "Good Girl," he said, "Now I will be waiting for you at the restaurant, do not come if you have not completed the dare."

That being said, he rolled up the windows and backed quickly out of his spot leaving me alone to face the spinning candy cane sign advertising the barbershop in question. Gathering my courage I walked inside, heaving a relieved sigh when there was absolutely no one in sight. Finally breathing easy for the first time in the last fifteen minutes I turned around and grabbed the handle to get the hell out of Dodge. I had one foot out the door when a deep baritone voice called out, "Sorry I didn't expect any one, what can I do for you." Taking a deep breath, I slowly closed the door and quickly, covertly turned the lock and spun around to face my fate.

"We don't normally do women's hair this is more of a men's barbershop, you know trims, shaves, buzz cuts . . you get the idea."

"Actually," I started. My voice caught in my throat as I gave him a once over. He was an older man but gorgeous, the perfect look for that deep voice. He had tousled short salt and pepper hair in that spiky just got out of bed look that some guys use product to try to achieve; with him it was just natural. He had a five o clock shadow--which I don't normally go for, too itchy, but on him it made me think of some backwoods lumberjack who throws his girl over his shoulder and carries her off whenever he needs a good fuck.

This line of thinking was not helping, I was getting extremely turned on. The combination of the excitement of why I was there and the thoughts of this guy throwing me down on some pile of leaves and having his way with me-- I was near orgasm and no one was doing anything to me; yet.

A momentary surge of guilt hit me, but then I reminded myself that my boyfriend was the one who sent me in here. And he should know that you don't just bare your pussy to some guy and not offer him some kind of 'compensation.' "Um, actually," I continued, "I'm here for a shave."

There I said it. He looked at me a little unsure as to how to continue. His mouth opened and closed in rapid patterns trying to find the words to answer my bizarre statement, so I opted for the direct approach moved to his barber chair. I hiked my skirt up to my waist pulled my thong down my legs and while stepping out of it I lowered myself into the chair. He looked even more lost than before, only now he traded gape mouthed stares at me with desperate looks to the front door.

I needed to keep going or I would lose my nerve so I said, "Don't worry, I already locked it, although you could be a dear and close those blinds." He was still staring as I scooted my ass to the edge of the seat and hoisted my legs over the arms of the chair. "Just so there's no confusion, I need you to shave my pussy. I'm not sure what the going rate is so whatever you want to charge I'll pay . . I'll even give you a nice tip." Punctuating this statement with a slow pass of my tongue across my lips.

Finally getting control of himself, he double checked the lock and made sure the blinds were shut after flipping the sign to closed (and what I assume was rearranging his now hardened package) and walked quickly over to me. "I should probably warn you, I don't use electric or disposable razors-- men come here for the old fashioned straight razor shave." I met his gaze and focusing whatever facade of bravery I could muster and returned, "Whenever you're ready."

Laughing gently, he walked behind me and hit some switch on the chair reclining it to make my position easier. Then he pulled up a chair and moved in front of me. He put a couple of towels in his heater and started whipping the shaving cream into a foamy lather. And while the towels continued to heat he moved in close to see what precisely he was working with.

He raked his fingers through my short curls and then drew his finger between my lips separating them and rubbing his fingers on the edges across the trimmed hairs there—as he parted my lips the cool air hit and I shuddered at the sensation. I felt slightly ashamed, here he was being all professional and I was getting crazily turned on. Then, however, he dipped his middle finger into my slit coating his finger with my juices—I moaned in response but he withdrew, standing up and turning to the towel warmer.

It was like a spa treatment for my pussy, he covered my mound in a warm damp towel, which I can only assume was to soften the hair and skin—but it was so nice and relaxing. While I sat there almost forgetting where I was and what I was doing here.

As the hot towel soaked heat into my pussy he straightened up and reached onto the counter for something. I tried following his arm but the counter was too high for me to see in my current position. His hands closed around the item for which he searched and his eyes connected with mine. There was some kind of electrical spark that passed between us and neither of us could break it. In my peripheral I noticed as he lifted the object off the counter and opened it. The light glinted off the blade as it was released from the wooden handle and our connection broke as I took in the sinister looking device this man I didn't even know was soon to be applying to my pussy. He unfolded his strop and began to stroke the blade back and forth across the leather to sharpen it.

He laughed teasingly at my horrified look at his shaving implement and continued to sharpen. "Don't worry young lady, the sharper it is the better the cut you'll get—no irritation or rashes I guarantee it. It looks scary but I have no doubt you'll love the feeling."

We chatted idly as he finished his prep work, I told him about my boyfriend's idea of a dare—he told me I should teach my boyfriend a little lesson for putting me in my situation. I asked him if he had any bright ideas, not yet forward enough to make the move on my own. He just laughed huskily, "A few" he said, and then he folded up the strop and reached between my legs for the hot towels.

I almost moaned as he removed them, the heat was so relaxing—but now as the cool air of the shop hit my wet warm mound the embarrassment and arousal I was experiencing hit me anew. As did the fear, could I really let this man take an incredibly sharp knife to my pussy? "Look, I appreciate your going through with this, but you really don't have to. I'll just go to the restaurant and give my asshole of a boyfriend whatfor for making me do this . . ." I was rambling now and would have continued but he leaned forward and dragged his tongue from the bottom of my dripping slit to the top. Just one smooth motion and I shut up completely.

"Much better." He said to himself as he grabbed the cup of shaving cream—he took the brush and began spreading the lather starting with the bottom of my ass and working his way up my lips and to the hair above. The bristles were thick and rough—and the sensation as they abraded my sensitive flesh was amazing. He paid special attention to rubbing the lather into the hair at the top of my slit—the bristles would invade my folds and brush stiffly across my clit causing me to shutter. I stifled a few moans until it became obvious that he was doing this on purpose—he grew more direct in his actions until I could no longer hold back—my moans grew louder and my pussy began to clench as the coming orgasm took me.

Our eyes met and I could see the humor and arousal lingering in his gaze. I was panting as my body relaxed and he grabbed the razor and while I was still distracted lowered it to my well primed mound. Starting with the hair between my pussy and my ass he lowered the metal blade to my flesh and barely pushing he scraped it upward following the direction of my hair. He made one pass on the left and one on the right. My pussy instantly began getting hot and wetter. Next he concentrated on my right side, gently shaving the hair that grew on the junction between my thigh and cunt. He repeated the action on my left side and moved up to the hair above my mound. For some reason he was avoiding the hair on my pussy lips.

The hair on top was a little harder since it grows in a few different directions but he made short work of it—I glanced down and in no time at all I noticed I was completely bald except for the hair that remained covering my lips.

He took a hot towel from the counter and wiped me clean—the contact of the hot cloth on my newly naked flesh was electrifying. It sent a shock through my body that centered in my aching cunt—I was burning with the need to be filled.

He reached back up for his lather—and set to work over my one remaining hair covered area—The bristles momentarily penetrated my slit as they passed and it amped up my need. My legs over the side of the chair were straining against the desire to unhook so I could mount this barber and ride him till the need was appeased. The bristles were again assaulting my clit with tantalizing pressure as I imagined pushing him into the chair I currently occupied—straddling his legs and sinking his cock deep into my cunt. The foam around my lips would cover us both as would the copious amount of cream I had already created. I was so wet I knew he would slip in easily—I would take him deep, hard and fast. I would kiss him and as his five o clock shadow would scrape my lips I would lift my body and drop back down hard—I could imagine coming on him like this, it would not take long based on how turned on I was at the moment. He would grab my hips, pulling me down hard onto his cock and my pussy would grip him not wanting to let go—I knew I would scream as I convulsed around his hard cock, my body shaking uncontrollably.

The scrape of the blade on my right lip brought me back to reality. "Sounded like you were in a world of your own there" I blushed in response, could he tell I was imagining riding his hard cock? "Well by all the moaning, I'll guess you had fun. I only hope I had as much fun in your fantasy as you did."

"I . . . you . . ." I was speechless and my face was flushed with arousal and embarrassment. He only laughed and continued. As he started up the delicate slope of my pussy lip he gently stuck two fingers between my lips, my juice no doubt coating him copiously. Lifting it away from my folds he scraped the razor along the edged, slicing all the short stubbly hair there in small motions until the entire lip was shaved smooth. He repeated the action on the other side—leaving me completely and gloriously bald.

Again he took a hot towel and cleaned all the foam off of me. I craned my neck to look but the angle wasn't ideal. He roughly pushed me back against the chair. Leaning forward he brought his mouth to my pussy and blew a stream of air against my now naked slit. The sensations were so much more intense with no hair to act as a buffer. I was going crazy—it should be illegal to get a girl THIS wet without giving her some fulfillment. He chuckled at my grunt of frustration.

"Please, I begged, I'm dying. Just stop teasing me . . I'll do anything you want. Just make me come." I pleaded with him, my head swimming with arousal.

He blew another stream of air across my slit, but as I groaned again he leaned in and sunk his tongue deep between my lips. He withdrew it and then drew a line from top to bottom, lightly grazing my clit and ending just shy of my puckered hole. He repeated this maddening lick another couple of times until I was squirming against the arms of the chair. I could feel the air leave his mouth as he laughed at my impatience. He moved his mouth up to my clit and set to work torturing my tender little bud. He would alternate between flicking, circling, stroking and sucking it into his mouth. He kept the order of his actions random and was driving me insane. While giving my clit a workout, he began a gentle massage of my inner thighs—they were rather sore from maintaining this spread position for so long. My hips were moving against him—as I unconsciously humped his mouth. He moved his massaging hands further up to my knees and lifted my legs down onto his shoulders. His left hand drove two fingers up my cunt as the other found the switch on the back of the chair and reclined it further.

I was so close to the cum of my life as his tongue ratcheted me higher and higher and his fingers pistoning in my sopping hole. My muscles were gripping hard at his fingers so he shoved them deep and curled them inside me to hit my G-spot. I was so wound up that just that small contact with my G-spot sent me hurtling over the edge. As I screamed in release he pulled out his fingers, released his legs from my shoulder—unzipped his pants and shoving his jeans and boxers to his knees shoved his cock inside me.

I cried out as his rock hard cock hammered deep inside. Still high in the waves of my previous orgasm my body started rolling in another. My pussy was tightening around him as I spasmed repeatedly. He withdrew and I wrapped my legs around his waist to draw his full length back into me. The hair on his balls and the base of his shaft met with my freshly shaved pussy—the sensations driving me wild. With my legs locked around him he grabbed my torso—picking me up out of the reclined chair. We were still locked together and each step drove him deeper. My head sagged on his shoulder I was exhausted and yet ready for more. With a quick sweep of his arm he cleared his counter and sat me on the edge. I leaned back against the mirror behind me and he reached forward claiming my mouth in an intense kiss—our tongues locking together as his rock hard cock was hammering my soaked pussy. I looked down, my juices were leaking out from where we were joined. I could feel them leaking down to my asshole and covering his balls.

His hands found the bottom of my shirt and practically tore it while pulling it off over my head. He grabbed the cup of my bra , lowering it until my breast popped out. He sucked my nipple into his mouth, scraping it with his teeth—I came again—it was hard to tell where one ended and the other began. I couldn't even grip my legs around his waist anymore all my strength focused on meeting his punishing thrusts. He bit down on my nipple, hammering harder and faster and I came yet again. Finally, his self control began to break down. He rode me through the end of my orgasm and then pulled out and began jerking frantically.

I grabbed his hand to stop him and on my shaky legs I crawled down off the counter—dropping to my knees in front of him—I drew his impossibly large cock into my mouth. I started off swirling my tongue around the head—licking up and down the shaft—but at his grunt I put the head in my mouth—he was so close to finishing, I couldn't bring myself to tease him like he teased me. I started to take him deep using the suction of my mouth to mimic the feel of my cunt tight around him. He couldn't wait anymore apparently, as he balled my hair in his fists and started fucking my face—deeper and deeper until the head reached the back of my throat.

I was doing the best I could to keep up with him using my tongue to tease the tip when he was drawing out—but I'd never even deep throated my boyfriend and he was not as big as this cock now buried in my mouth. I looked up at him trying to pull my head off but he grabbed and with one more pump he had penetrated my throat. The back of my throat spasmed around him as my gag reflexes were triggered and that was what he needed to set him off. He started to shoot his cum down my throat and pulling out a little he quickly filled my mouth as well—I tried my best to swallow it but some started leaking out the corners of my mouth—I kept the suction of my mouth going trying to milk it all out of him and eventually his pumping slowed and he dropped onto the edge of the counter.

I wiped my cum drool off my face and licked it to swallow it all down as I stood up, my legs no less steady I grabbed him for another deep kiss—he swung around, falling into the chair taking me with him. We were both completely spent and even though I knew I could easily fall asleep then and there I also remembered that I had an appointment for dinner with the boyfriend who, incidentally, I had just cheated on. But, I was so satisfied I just couldn't bring myself to care. I slowly straightened my arms to lift off of him and right my appearance. He followed me up and offered to clean me up before I went.

Taking his hand he settled me back into position on the chair—he took another hot towel and gently wiped away all my cum covering my thighs, pussy and ass—I shuddered as he briefly dipped his towel clad finger in my ass. He withdrew it quickly we didn't have the time or energy for another go.

Once I was cleaned off—he grabbed some oddly colored liquid and pouring it from the bottle he splashed some on my newly shaved pussy area. At first it burned but that soon faded into a very erotic tingle. I jumped at the contact and he laughed at me as I squirmed under his ministrations. Then he took a thick white cream from a bottle and gently rubbed it in to my tingling mound. I reached down to touch myself—it was so amazingly smooth it was amazing.

"So . . . how much do I owe you." I asked, unsure if I was insulting him.

"This one's on me." He answered smiling wickedly. "Just promise to come back for a touch up every now and again."

I smiled in return sliding my thong back on. My naked pussy was so much more responsive now—just the intimate contact of the thong was enough to get me purring again. I grabbed my shirt and slid it back on over my head. Checking my appearance in the mirror, I realized that my hair was beyond saving so I pulled it down and tried to make the messy on purpose look work for me.

I reached in my purse for my cell phone and went to call a cab to get to the restaurant. That done, I turned to find him cleaning up after our encounter. "Thanks for a great time." I said, "I'll be calling to set up a follow up appointment soon—though my boyfriend may want to come with." I giggled thinking about how he had always wanted a threesome—perhaps this wasn't exactly what he meant but it certainly would work for me.

With an evil smile, I pulled him down for a deep kiss. And with that I turned on my heel and walked to the door—turning the lock and walking out to the waiting cab.

Now for dinner with my boyfriend—still incredibly horny I knew this was going to be a LONG night. . .