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Tall and strong by Buzz cutter
Tall and strong
Being a tall midsized girl I don’t get many guys that just approach me in public. Standing 6’4" and over 200lbs what should I expect?
Sitting at the hotel bar on a recent trip waiting on my next ship. A man approached me ask me how I was doing. Made some small talk then ask if he could buy me a drink. I was impressed a 5’6" ish maybe 170lbs guy would talk with me.
He looked like Sonny Bono with slightly longer hair. Right down to the 70’s porno stash.
Being a cruise ship stylist first thing that came to mind, this guy needs an update.
One drink lead to another and his confidence grew.
After the third starting fourth he ask if I wanted to get out of there and grab a bite.
When I told him I had a room let’s get room service he was all in plus 10.
When we arrived at the room he ask what I wanted he would order.
I said how about you eat my pussy instead. That’s what I really wanted.
I pulled my pants off exposing my freshly waxed twat. He took off his shirt then laid on the bed.
I sat on the edge of the bed legs spread and motioned to him where to be and he got up walked around in front of me.
I reached out to the night stand and picked up my cigs and a lighter as I instructed him to take the rest of his clothes off.
I sad get on your knees and have dinner.
I lit one up and laid back on the bed with my legs hanging over and feet in the floor. I said you have till I finish this to complete dinner of you will be punished.
As I took the last drag I warned him he better get busy. I reached over to the nightstand and crushed out my cigarette. Exhaled blowing smoke.
Said times up.
I clamped my legs tight around his head. He tired to speak but the sound was muffed.
Looking down at him I ask. Did I mention I went to college on a wrestling scholarship?
I stood up he dangled from my pussy like a man in a noose. Trying to scream but was gaged by my lips.
After dragging his body across the room I sat to my knees gently. Letting him droop down to the floor and breathe.
At the first sound, he made.
Get,
I sat back on his face muffing the noise.
I was on a mission to update his look.
I reached into my bag and pulled out my scissors, ask if he was ready to be punished.
I picked up his brown locks and started chopping. I would have done a much better job but he wiggled too much.
I told him twice to quit squirming like a child. He continued to move and tried to escape my grasp.
After few minutes of squirming and whining he laid quiet.
I ask if he wanted to start over.
He replied hell no, so just rolled him over and sat on his back pinning his arms under my knees. He was just too tired to fight much.
Wore yourself out being a little boy didn’t ya.
I reached back to my bag this time it was serious. The clippers were retrieved.
I flicked the switch, testing the charge.
He found new life.
He tried to shake his head so I repositioned. Holding his arms with my feet and his head with knees. I started shaving his neck.
One strip at a time he was being sheared and he hated it. The hair was piling next to him. I tossed it off the clippers just far enough for him to see it. When I was done with the back. I ask if he wanted to go.
He looked like a serious mess shaved in the back short on top and long on the sides. Still sporting that stupid stash.
He sat up trying to shake the pain but he sat absolutely still and quiet. Shocked by the events of the last twenty minuets.
I just went ahead and shaved the right side he just cried and didn’t say a word. I moved to the left.
When I topped the ear he said leave some on top please.
So I just went on shaving over to the other side.
Or not, he said.
I went ahead and completed my mission. By asking if he wanted me to shave the stash. He said f*** it you are going to anyway.
I wasn’t but I did.
Defeated and sad he left looking like a shimmering cue ball with a tan face.
My room was littered with hair. I cleaned it the best I could filling the trash can with those brown locks.
I seen him again later that week. He was the pastry chef.
I just commented no need for a hair net for a while.