Shaved, Licked, and Dicked
written by:
Rayanne

Being a beautiful woman, I like to look my best at work and at play. My hair and nails are important to me and I have searched far and wide for the perfect beautician to care for my hair and nails. His name is Anthony, a handsome and talented Greek man whom I've come to know well through my bi-monthly visits.

I admit that I probably go to him more often than necessary but I love the way he pampers me, the way he relaxes me when he washes my hair and messages my roots, the way he is such a perfectionist about making my fingernails perfect, and I love it when he gives me pedicures. Just the feel of his hands touching my feet makes my pussy wet.

So one day during the week I had an appointment set up with Anthony, but my workload held me over and I had to call him to cancel. He told me that he had to work late that day too and we worked it out to fit me in as his last customer of the evening. When I got there, his last customer had already left and he had the closed sign already hanging on the door with the front blinds closed. I knocked because he had the door locked, but he came within seconds after my knock and let me inside, relocking the door behind us.

I was there for the works, hair and nails and this would take up at least two hours for him to finish me up right. I was in no hurry and neither was he since he was a single man with no one waiting at home for him. After I got comfy in the chair, Anthony began the process of washing, highlighting and styling my long blonde hair, gave me a manicure, and finally a pedicure, which actually took longer than two hours.

We talked, joked and laughed along the way like we usually do and by the time he finished filing and painting my toenails, his magic touch did it to me again. Not only did he cause my pussy to grow wet, he turned me horny enough to make my nipples ache.

So well I was playfully telling him about what a fantastic job he did on me, I asked him, "Do you give shaves?"

"I'm sorry?" Anthony responded with a questionable look on his face.

"Uh-oh, nothing," I answered with my face turning a shade of red when I realized it was a crazy notion in the first place.

"Why are you blushing, Darling?" he asked.

"Forget it, Anthony. It was a crazy notion and I am really too embarrassing to ask it again."

"Ah, you want to know if I would shave your pussy," he said as surely as he was reading my mind.

"Oh my God! I know that's stupid, isn't it?" I answered, turning a deeper shade of red.

"Not at all," he answered. "I know how awkward it is for a woman to shave herself. It is a hard to reach area for a woman to be bending over and trying to do it herself. And those razor cuts...ouch! It is much easier for someone else to do it for you, someone who has a steady hand with a straight razor, and a straight razor is the only way to go." His answer to my silly question didn't sound so silly after all.

"Do you mean that you would do it for me?"

"I will not only do it, but I won't even charge you for it."

"You are such a wonderful man, Anthony, but I really won't feel right about it if you don't charge me for your services."

"Yes, we can talk about it later. I am going to the back room to sharpen the razor and prepare the shaving cream, and you, young lady, can get undressed and cover yourself with this sheet," he said as he pulled out a light cotton covering from his supply drawer to lay over myself after I settle back into the chair.

When he told me to get undress, I figured he was just talking about my suit pants and panties, but now that I was feeling a bit adventurous about the whole thing, I took off all my clothes and after folding them neatly and laying them on the other chair, I got back into my chair and covered myself from shoulders to knees.

Anthony returned a few minutes later with his sharpened straight razor and cup of shaving cream and set it down on the tray next to the chair. He cranked a foot control that raised my chair a little higher and tilted me back.

"Now just lay back, honey, and relax," he said to me as he eased me further back. Pulling up a small stool, Anthony positioned himself between my legs. He pulled the cotton sheet up to my waist and said, "Open your legs, honey."

I did as he asked and felt him move in between them. Thinking about him seeing my winter jungle down there I tried to explain, "I had let myself go over the winter months and now that spring is here I want to get prepared for those new tiny beach bikinis that I bought for myself, and I do prefer a full shave for that really clean look instead of a crop."

"I will give you a close, clean shave and make you as smooth as a baby's ass. Now more," he said, after he listened compliantly to my explanation.

"More?" I asked not knowing what he was referring to since I was so busy talking.

"Spread your legs like you do when you are having sex."

That was an unusual way to put it, but this was quite an unusual situation anyways, so I complied, spreading my legs as wide as I do when I'm having sex. "That's better," he assured me.

As the cool air from the air conditioning flowed over my wet pussy, I felt his fingers run through my soft patch of pubic hair that made me shiver.

"You have a beautiful pussy," Anthony said as his fingers touched me closer, bringing a slight moan from my lips. "It will look even more beautiful when I am finished."

"You will like this," he said and opened the heating pot that was already sitting on the table tray and took out a rolled up wet washrag with steam rising from it. As I lay back in the chair, I couldn't actually see what he was doing, but I knew what I was feeling when I suddenly felt the hot wet cloth being placed over my pussy. He moved it over me, over my clit and along my pussy lips, leaving me even moister than I already was. His wonderful touch combined with the warm wetness of the cloth was almost enough to make me cum, so to speak.

He then dried me with a cloth and said, "Hold still now." He took a pair of scissors from the tray and started snipping away at the hairs that were too long to shave.

Next to come was the shaving cream that he had warmed in the back room and he sprayed a good coating over my mound, and then gently spread it all around my pussy and rubbed it in with his fingers.

"Oh my God!" I giggled as I tried not to squirm from his fingers touching me the way a man would be touching me if he was getting me ready for sex.

"Ah, you are very sensitive down here," he said.

I didn't answer back. I just gripped harder to the armrests of the chair and closed my eyes for what was coming next. As he aligned the sharp edge of the blade to my skin, I could feel it and hear it cutting through the hairs on my mound, first down the center, and then down the sides, stopping a fraction shy of my slit, and I lay as still as I possibly could. Then he shaved my vulva, very carefully, and after a few more moments of delicate work, he finished. He then began to wash me with another warm cloth. The feeling of the wet cloth over my newly shaved skin was exquisite. My mound felt cool and bare and incredibly sensitive to his touch. He finished washing me, and then dried me with yet another soft towel. For the first time in months I was feeling smooth and naked down there again after letting my bush grow throughout the winter season.

When I thought he was finished, he shocked my senses when he blew gently over my mound.

"What are you doing?" I asked, lifting my head a little to see.

"Blow drying," he replied and continued to blow his warm breath over my pussy.

As goose bumps rose on my body, I lifted my hips uncontrollably to the warm air blowing from his lips and he softly kissed my aching clit.

"Oh my God, I never expected this!" I stuttered as he placed tiny kisses on my aroused bud. I feared that this was taking it a bit too far and I tried to push against his face, but he pulled my hands away and ran his tongue over my moist lips, exploring the folds of my skin from the wiggling tip of his tongue.

There is only so much a woman can take, and my resistance level was very low, so when he penetrated my vagina with his tongue, I was saying "no...stop" but really meaning "yes...please" as I completely gave into the pleasure of it. I arched my pussy against his face and loudly moaned a surrendering cry, and a cry of pleasure followed, and another cry of extreme pleasure when I felt my body convulse and my pussy gush against his deep probing tongue.

Bucking against his slithering tongue, I continued to cum as he continued to cow-lick me, lapping my juices. As I pushed against his face I couldn't remember being as wild for it as I was at that moment. While his face was still buried in my pussy, he unzipped his pants and took out his cock and began to stroke it. He continued to stroke himself after I slumped in the chair, spent from my orgasm. He stood with his cock in his right hand and pulled the sheet from my body with his left hand, and with his left hand he ran his fingertips up my torso and all over my breasts, raising more goose bumps all over my body and straining my nipples with pleasure.

"You are a very beautiful woman, Rayanne, and very sexy" he said as he pinched my nipples and ran his hand up around my neck and over my lips. "Your lips are as smooth as silk," he added as he grazed his fingers over them. He moved his hand down to my breasts again and squeezed one, then the other. "I love these, so full and round."

I was still breathless and panting, watching him stroking his glorious staff while he was gazing down at my body. After a couple of moments I found the breath to speak. "Oh my... oh Anthony, that was amazing!"

"I am glad you enjoyed that, Rayanne. It was my pleasure," he answered, smiling down at me.

"I never expected anything like this could come from having my coochie shaved," I exclaimed and noticed that Anthony was still stroking his cock, and now there was a pearly drop of pre cum oozing from its eye. "And what about you? I know you want to get off."

"I am working on that right now, but are you suggesting that you want to help?" he asked while raising his thick dark eyebrow.

"Well, that would be a fair assumption," I answered as I started to raise my back from the chair and reach out for his manhood.

He pushed me back flat against my back and pulled my hand away. "If you want to help, we must do this my way," he said. And that was when he readjusted the chair to tilt the head rest lower and the foot rest higher so that my feet were actually higher than my head. He took off all of his clothes and showed his body to me. He was built nice and he had a lot of body hair, thick and black.

"Maybe I should shave your body sometime for you," I mentioned, thinking of how much fun I could have doing that for him.

"Maybe I let you sometime," he answered as he got onto the chair and began to slowly craw over my body, pushing against me with the hard tip of his dick.

As he moved, he dragged his ‘thing' between my thighs and I enjoyed the pleasure of it rubbing against my pussy. I spread my legs a little wider, thinking he was going to stick it in, but he kept crawling higher on my body, dragging his hot dick up the center of my belly. He stopped to rub it against my belly button and then continued to climb.

He stretched his reach for a bottle that he had on the counter behind the chair, and then he sat with folded legs at my sides which allowed him to nestle his warm meaty balls against my belly and seat his ass over my crotch. He squirted some of the bottle's contents into the palm of his hand and then slowly rubbed it between his palms.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm going to oil your tits," he said and he began to massage my breasts with the fragrant oil. As the rich scent of cinnamon reached my nostrils, I could feel his balls pressing harder against my belly. I inhaled the aroma deeply while he smoothed the oil over the rounded curves of my breasts, rubbing it with delicate circles into my sensitive nipples.

"Oh, yes, that feels nice," I moaned as I began to feel a pleasurable ache seeping into my breasts via my nipples. After he seemed satisfied over hardening my nipples to their stiffest peaks, he set the bottle aside, and then scooted a little higher over me.

"Now you going to get a good and proper massage," he said to me through his Greek accent as he took his hard penis in his hand and began to rub the head over my breasts, pressing it to my nipples, getting it slick with the oil that coated my body.

"Mmm, I like this," he moaned. "Do you like this too?" he asked, stroking a little as he moved it over my fleshy mounds.

I sighed as I answered. "I'm enthralled."

Now that his penis was oiled as well as my breasts, he laid it on my chest to bun it between my globes as he pressed them together with his hands. Firmly tucked between my fleshy breasts, he began to pump with long, easy strokes, and it slid easily between my tits.

"You like having your titties fucked?" he asked as he gently tit-fucked me.

"Yes, it feels very nice," I answered, taking note of the oily hair on his balls tickling my flesh as they slid with his movements.

My eyes looked down to watch his cock disappearing between my oiled globes and then reappear, reaching up close to my chin. His cock was fascinating to watch from this angle. It was though it was putting on its own little show for me when I saw the closed little slit at the tip open up into a rounded hollow tube when he emitted a small amount of semen mixing with the oil on my chest. When his hands pressed my breasts tighter together he began to move faster, and his pumping created enjoyable, squishy sounds.

He moaned and I smiled, enjoying the feel of him sliding between my breasts. His cock began to feel hotter, stiffer and thicker as he pumped faster. The way he moaned and the look on his face told me that he was ready to cum. Sensing the coming attraction was closing in on me, I grinned up at him and urged him to do it. "Come on, Anthony, do it...I want to watch you squirt!"

Sweat began to pour from his face and dripped onto my tits. His face than turned red as his blood pulsed through his veins. His entire body stiffened and began to shake. He was wound up as tight as a drum.

"Come on, Anthony...do it baby," I urged him more.

He moaned louder and much more strenuously. He needed no further encouragement from me and, as he felt the pressure building in his balls, he couldn't hold back.

My eyes focused back to his cock that he was madly plunging between my breasts now, in and out, in and out, going full length between them. I looked up at him. His chest was arching forward and his face was pointed up at the ceiling. The arteries in his neck looked like they were ready to explode. I never imagined a man could take this long to let it go. It was almost scary to see him in such agony.

I lowered my chin to my chest again to see if anything was happening down there and suddenly I heard him roar.

"YEASSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!"

At that moment my eyes beheld the most fascinating view of long white ropes of semen spewing from the mouth of his cock. Even more fascinating, I could hear the sound of it; Psssssst... Psssssst.... Pssssst, and at the same time it was landing on my face and my new hairdo and pooling at the hollow of my neck. As I felt it hitting me, I urged him with my sexy voice, "There you go baby. Pump it out. Pump it out all over me. Oh yes, all over my face. I love it like that... Mmm, I can smell it! I can taste you on my lips. You taste so good," I said after I licked his cum that landed on my lips.

"God," he whispered through his broken breath, "that was incredible. I never came that hard before in my life."

Still straddling my torso, he released my oily breasts and put his hand on his hips. Looking at me, he moved a little up my body and bent to kiss me. Still a little out of breath, he planted tiny kisses on my lips, then moved his tongue over them. When I smiled he licked my teeth and then plunged his tongue into my mouth and I greedily sucked it. He moved to lick some of his cum from my neck and plunged his tongue back into my mouth and I licked it from his tongue. As I did, we moaned into each other's mouths, enjoying the sensation of our tongues intermingling.

He slipped his body down between my legs, and as he stretched over me he rubbed his penis against my pussy. I wrapped my legs around his waist and told him that I was willing to stay a little longer if he wanted me to. He answered me by working his half limp dick against my pussy. A few minutes of playful grinding and we were fucking on that chair until we ended up with satisfying results. And now you know why I entitled this story...

"Shaved, Licked, and Dicked."