Trophy

by Sabrina-S · November 17, 2022

The Trophy – CloseCropd

Twirling a lock of her long, thick fiery red waves around a finger, he studied her delicate features as she slept with her head in his lap. It had been almost six hours since she had fallen alseep in his lap after consuming most of a case of beer. She had all but passed out during the first quarter of the Super Bowl and he had spent that time planning to take a trophy of his own.

“I’ve always wanted you in this position, drunk and passed out. I have waited for three years to do this.” Without waking her, he opened a small drawer on the end table and picked up a small pair of scissors. Taking a small lock at the nape of her neck, he carefully snipped the strands close to her scalp. Pressing the severed strands to his lips, he kissed the softly perfumed lock before carefully folding the three foot long trophy and stashing it away in the drawer.

Her sea-green eyes opened and a sexy, sultry smile crossed her face. “What do you think you are doing?” Reaching a hand up to her nape, she felt of the velvety stubble. “Did you think I would not notice this?”

“I’m sorry. It’s just that I couldn’t stop myself.”

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Sitting, she pulled the voluminous mass of hair over her shoulder, letting it cascade over her breasts. “A trophy equal to the Lombardi trophy,” she mused.

“Are you angry with me?” He fingered the shorn spot and felt the growing bulge between his legs.

“No, I am not.”

“What would you think if I told you that I have been wanting to do that since the day we met?”

“What has taken so long?”

Filling his hands with her hair, he pulled her mouth to his, softly kissing her full lips. “I have dreams about ripping off your clothes, tying you up and shaving you.”

Pushing his thick, dark shoulder length hair behind his ears, she smiled coyly. “Why haven’t you told me this before?”

“I love you. I didn’t want you to think that I was some kind of a freak and leave me.”

“My beautiful lover, that is called a fetish and I have them too. If that is something that you want to share with me and make me a part of, then let’s do it. I want to be the only woman you will ever need or desire in reality or fantasy.”

“You really mean it?”

“Yes, but only on a few conditions.”

“What are they?”

“I get to shave you, we both get tattoos and a couple of well placed piercings.”

“Where are the places?”

“For you, the first place is your talented tongue,” she grabbed his throbbing crotch. “And the second is your big delicious dick. To play fair, I will have my tongue and clit pierced also.”

“Ow, that one might hurt.”

“You have your fantasy and I have mine. Don’t you think I will find those piercings quite pleasurable? I know you will.”

“I would imagine so. I agree to your terms.”

“Then do to me as you wish, my love.”

“Don’t move, I’ll be right back.”

He spent several minutes preparing for the occasion before he returned for her. Taking her by the hand, he led her into the bathroom. Slowly they undressed each other before he sat her in a chair facing the huge mirror over the sink. With several of her silk scarves, he tied her legs to the chair then secured her hands behind her back.

“Are you sure you want me to do this?”

“Oh, yessss,” she purred back.

Lovingly he brushed her thick, luxuriant hair until it shone like burnished copper. He braided the vibrant locks into a heavy rope and secured it, once at the ends and again close to her scalp.

“You are sure about this?”

“Yes, my love. This is your fantasy. You can shave my whole body except for my eyebrows and eyelashes.”

Picking up the electric clippers he had bought years ago for just this occasion, he clicked them on. With the braid in one hand, he touched the clippers to her nape. The cold, vibrating blade against her sensitive neck sent a shiver down her spine.

He paused for a second. “I will stop if you want me to.”

“You do and you will never have sex with me again.”

Slowly he worked the clippers up her nape to the crown before moving on to the sides, then holding the thick rope up over her head, he moved from her front hairline back to her crown. When the braid was free, he held it up like a trophy for her to see.

“Will you untie my hands so I can feel it?”

He untied her hands and legs before stopping to watch as she ran her hands over her fuzz covered head. “Do you want me to stop there?”

“No, keep going.”

After wrapping a warm, damp towel around her head, he knelt in front of her and began to carefully snip away the darker auburn hair between her legs. He covered her with shaving cream and with shaved away the coarse stubble. While he shaved her, he would pull ever so slightly on the lips to expose her clit which would receive a teasing flick from his tongue.

“If you don’t finish shaving me and fuck me, I think I will die.”

Reaching up, he pulled the towel from her head and used it to remove the last traces of shaving cream from her pussy. “You are going to be fucked within an inch of your life when I am finished.”

While he worked a razor over her head, she carefully clipped away his pubic hair and shaved him smooth. She took his dick in her mouth and sucked him to the very root of his shaft, burying her nose in the freshly shaven skin.

“Oh, God,” he groaned. “I didn’t know you could deep throat.”

Deeper and harder she sucked until he came with such force that she almost choked. She planted several soft, sweet kisses on his dick before looking up at him. “I have never done that before because you have never been shaved before.”

“Well hell, shave my entire body.”

Taking the clippers in hand, she started at his toes and worked her way up to his neck. “Now, it is your turn to sit.”

Taking a seat in the chair, he let her shear him like a sheep. His thick loose curls fell to the floor and piled up around his feet. “Now, I think I would like for you to join me in the shower.”

He stroked her shiny head as she worked a razor over his shaving cream coated body. When he was hairless save for his eyebrows and eyelashes she tongue bathed him, licking and caressing every inch of his smooth skin.

“That’s it, I can’t stand it.” He swept her off her feet and stepped out of the shower. Placing her on the floor in the middle of the pile of severed hair, he buried his face in her hairless pussy and licked at her clit.

“More,” came her moans.

He rammed his left index finger up her ass and thrust the right one into faster and harder into her hot, wet vagina. Waves of orgasmic pleasure rocked her soul before he impaled her with his engorged dick. The fast, furious fucking ended with his collapsing on her, exhausted.

Softly he kissed her soft, shiny scalp. “I don’t think we can stop fucking long enough for a piercing to heal if we stay shaved.”

She lovingly stroked his hairless head and laughed. “My handsome lover, for sex like that, I’ll never, ever let my hair grow again.”

“Unless,” he picked up a handful of his severed curls and scattered them over her body. “It is so we can shave it all off again.”