1. The Transformation of Mrs. Matthew: Part 1


    Date: 8/6/2015, Categories: Fetish, Author: Chameleongirl, Rating: 15, Source: LushStories

    much,” she chimed, now standing before him and leaning over his body, planting one hand on each knee. “It's going to give me more moisture... but it sure is messy.” Gregory reached upward to touch her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin and tracing his fingertips along her chin, neck, chest and breasts, circling the nipples. Then he invited his tongue to take over, grabbing her firmly, kissing her everywhere that his fingers had travelled and more. He pulled her hair upwards and back, nibbling on her lips and French kissing her deeply. Wanda grabbed his ass now, forcing him closer, rubbing her groin against his growing erection. Quickly they undressed, and Gregory swept her up quickly, strongly, into his arms, whisking her inside where she was planted on a generously sized sofa that overlooked the backyard. Bending her over the furniture, he gripped her hips, spreading her wide, penetrating deeply, slowly at first, then gaining momentum as she moaned in satisfaction. Working his hands up her body and finding her breasts and neck, he scooped up her hair and pulled her back into him. Pushing against him while his manhood pulsated inside, Wanda let herself go; moans became screams of pleasure. Gregory was nearly ready to explode again, but then... “Your hair is so messy, Wanda,” he teased. “We need to something about that...” “Oh, yes,” Wanda answered, breathless in ecstasy. “My hair... so messy... it needs to be fixed.” “I know what to do about that,” he stated, and then ...
    without warning, produced a small pair of shears from the pocket of his jeans strewn on the floor. A sudden gasp escaped from Wanda's mouth, an all too familiar reaction to this gesture. Pulling a handful of locks upward, he positioned the scissors at the base of the hair, near her scalp. She stopped moving, remaining motionless. “Go for it,” she whispered, after a brief moment of hesitation, enjoying that small amount of anticipation. The shears tore sharply through the tresses, and with each slice, Wanda moistened between her legs. Gregory's erection remained firm inside her during this process. Clumps of thick, healthy hair fell effortlessly to the hardwood floor and over the sofa. Gregory continued grabbing, pulling and slicing through more of her hair, positioning her head as he did this to ensure every long strand was severed. Leaving her with two inches of hair all over, he leaned into her now, placing the scissors aside. He placed both of his hands in hers, lifting them to touch her head, rubbing the remnants of her tresses. “I think we've got the mess out of my hair,” she said with a smile. Gregory was delighted. Wanda could feel his manhood pulsate as he rubbed her hair with his hands. Then, he reached towards a small bag positioned beside his jeans on the floor, pulling out clippers as he did, and with it, two attachments. Wanda flung her head back, keeping the rest of her body on all fours as she did, propped up on the sofa. She eyed him curiously. How far was he ...
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