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'Andy, I've told you before that I don't like you pulling my head back like that. I'm very flattered that you get carried away but if you want to ride a horse go and find one. I'm telling you, if it happens again then we're back to the missionary position.'

'Debs, I'm sorry, but you've no idea what you do to me when you're bent over like that. You look so beautiful.'

'Well, it feels beautiful until my head jerks back and I need a surgical collar. Those doey eyes won't make any difference. And you can take that hand from up my skirt too. I'm not your friend at the moment.'

Andy went out and returned some thirty minutes later with a bunch of flowers. Debbie couldn't resist flowers. 'Ok, you're forgiven 'she said' but I mean it. Don't pull my hair'.

They kissed. They kissed more deeply and then clothes were being shed. Andy's cock was coming between them and she could feel his sense of urgency to penetrate her. She moved her legs apart to allow him access but he in turn was trying to get her to turn her back to him. His eagerness turned her on and she put up only minimal resistance to his suggestion, bending over the back of the chair, her arms outstretched onto the seat to support herself.

She could feel him nudge the edge of her pussy lips with his finger as he guided himself in. Only the tip at first and then he slammed into her, causing her to wince a little as she was not as lubricated as she would have liked. He paused after this initial thrust, maintaining the pressure on her buttocks and then withdrew slowly. He thrust again forcefully and then his assault on her became more rhythmic. His hands reached up to her hair, caressing it, grabbing a handful. He was pulling, he was coming.

'Oh God' he thought, spasms starting to course through his body.

One final thrust and his hot fluid was spurting into Debbie. His grip on her hair tightened involuntarily. She was too mad to come.

With him still inside her she turned to look at him as best she could from that position.

'Andy, I told you. Now that is it.'

He withdrew sheepishly and went upstairs to the bathroom to shower.

It was dinnertime before they spoke again apart from monosyllabic grunts at each other.

'Debbie, I'm really sorry. I just can't help it when we're making love like that and I really couldn't face it if I couldn't have you like that. It really turns me on.'

'You know it turns me on as well, but I just can't stand having my head pulled back like that.' she replied.

'Perhaps it would help if you wore a hat' he joked, breaking down much of the tension that had grown between them that afternoon.

'I suppose it would remove temptation if I had a crewcut' she laughed, caught up in the spirit of the session.

'Now there's an idea...'he said, the smile on his face broadening.

They both got up, their meal finished and sat for a quiet night in front of the TV.

The following day Debbie was washing up at the sink when he came up behind her, moving the hair to one side so that he could kiss her neck. He nuzzled against her for some seconds, she reciprocated by pressing her rear end against him, fully aware of the result this always had.

'Debbie....' he said, pausing.

'Yessy..' she replied, mocking his pleading tone.

'I don't suppose you were serious when you said that about getting your hair cut yesterday. It would solve a problem and it's been giving me a raging horn just thinking about it.'

She broke away from him. 'There's something wrong with you, do you know that?' she said in mock indignation.

'I don't like having my hair pulled so you suggest that I should have it cut off.'

'NO, it's not that. Apart from that I mean, the thought of you with a crewcut has been getting me horny, nothing to do with pulling your hair.'

She stared at him as she dried her hands on a towel.

'My, my, what have I married. A real weirdo' she said with a smile on her face. 'And what do I tell people. 'Oh, I got my hair cut off because my husband's a pervert and it has stopped him from pulling my hair while he fucks me doggy fashion, is that it?'

'Well, you might raise a few eyebrows in the supermarket if you put it like that but yes, that's about it.'

'So are you invoking your matrimonial rights to have me obey your every command, Oh Master ?'

'It's up to you. I thought that you liked me to take an interest in your appearance and I thought you liked being fucked from behind' he said somewhat maliciously.

'The question isn't whether I am prepared to have a crewcut for you, it's more whether you are prepared to meet my price.'

'Whatever you want, name it.'

'Let's start right now and see whether you can meet the cost. Eat me, now.' she said, raising one foot onto a kitchen chair as she raised her skirt.

She sat back onto the table and eased her panty crotch aside for him, presenting her pussy lips to him. He looked her in the eye and paused.

'Eat hair pie, sunshine.' she commanded, smiling as he bent to take her in his mouth. She smiled as she knew he did not really like licking her out unless she had shaved her pussy lips for him and she hadn't done that for a couple of weeks. She arched her back as delicious sensations coursed through her. It was half an hour before she was sated, a moment he had waited for ages, his mouth starting to go numb.

She got off the table and put one hand on his head before bending down to kiss him. She tasted herself on his lips, she tasted good she thought.

'That's alright for a down-payment. But you're going to have to get used to that if you want me to go through with this.'

'Just say the word' he smiled back at her.

Debbie went into the lounge and reached for the phone book, flicking the pages until she came to the hairdressing section.

'Ok then loverboy, what do you want?' she asked.

'How about a number one crop, woman of my dreams.'

She arched her eyebrows at him. 'And what may that be, if I my ask?'

'That's sort of a crewcut.'

'A number one crop, that's what you want?'

'It's a start' he replied, convinced that she would return with some sort of pixie crop, the stylist having talked her out of a clipper cut.

She rang a unisex salon at random from the book, not wishing to go to her usual salon for something like this. To her surprise they said that they could take her in half an hour, giving her little time to get ready.

'Come on, before I change my mind' she said, glaring at Andy.

He picked up his car keys and went to get the car out of the garage.

Twenty minutes later they were parked outside the salon which looked quite impressive from the outside. She told Andy that he would have to wait in the car, against his protestation.

‘It's quite simple. I either do this on my own or I don't do it, now which is it to be?' she said.

'I love it when you do you school mistress act' he said.

Debbie went into the salon and was struck almost immediately by the fact that all of the staff were female. She was pleased by this as she presented herself chirpily at the reception.

'Debbie Armstrong, I rang a little while ago. About the number one crop.' she said.

The receptionist smiled. 'Oh yes, Mrs. Armstrong. Would you like to come straight through'.

Debbie followed the girl, realising that she was not only the receptionist but that she was a stylist also.' Now, have a seat for me' she said as she was unraveling a gown ready to swing over Debbie.

'Now then, what's made you want to get rid of all of this lovely hair?' she asked as she fanned Debbie's hair over her shoulders. 'It's a long story, let's just say that I feel like a change.'

'But do you want to go so short straight away. There's so much you could do with this and look absolutely stunning.'

'I'm looking forward to the change' Debbie replied 'and I can grow it out if I don't like it.'

'I suppose there is always that, yes, you're right' the stylist said.

'But you're sure you want a number one?'

'Positive' Debbie replied, surprising herself with her own confidence. She was actually thinking about the benefits to be gained from pandering to Andy's fantasy and then it struck her about how quickly all of this had happened. Last night there was no inkling of it and now a chance remark had led her here.

'Ok then, well there's not much point washing it is there?' the girl said a little over cheerily.

'No, I only washed it this morning anyway.' Debbie replied.

'One last wash, eh' she said. The remark went without response.

Debbie saw her hair gathered up into a pony tail and then her head was pulled back slightly as the stylist cut through the rope of hair.

'At least that won't happen again for a while' she thought as she watched her hair fall back into place, the bob length strands finding their new places.

Debbie tilted her head this way and that as she looked in the mirror, thinking how good she looked with her hair this length. Her neck was just visible, not too much, but just enough to give a tantalizing glance of what lay hidden.

'Having second thoughts?' the stylist said.

'No, not really, it's just interesting to see a different length. You know, how different it can make you look.'

'Do you want to keep it like that and come back another time for the crop?’

'No let's just go for it' Debbie said trying not to betray her growing impatience at the persistent questions from the girl.

She had not however succeeded and Angie thought that there was no need to be like that. She was openly trying to give the woman the chance to back out. She had intended to do the cut gradually, taking it down with scissors and then doing a number four before going any further. But the customer gets what the customer wants, she thought to herself, changing the guard on the clippers to a number one.

She did her best to sound calm and serene.' Ok now, Mrs. Armstrong, just tilt your head forward for me, that's it', she said.

Debbie did as she was told and flinched slightly as the air was suddenly filled with an insistent humming. It grew louder and then her nape was being massaged.

The sensation rose up her neck and the sound grew louder as the clippers approached her ears. The stylist placed a finger each side of Debbie's head to get her to straighten it up and Debbie was relieved as she looked in the mirror to see that she looked pretty much the same as when the clippers were switched on. The stylist moved to one side and placed the machine at Debbie's temple. She held it there for a second and then as Debbie's eyes grew wider she moved them up swiftly. Up the temple region and over onto the top of Debbie's forehead.

Under normal circumstances the stylist would have suggested leaving the hair longer on top or at least leaving a fringe of some sort to break up the harsh lines.

‘Not this time, not for you Mrs. Armstrong’, she thought.

Debbie winced as she realised the full implications of what was happening. The stylist looked at her in the mirror and smiled. 'It looks fabulous, Mrs. Armstrong' she said. ‘That is if you like the gulag prisoner look’, she thought to herself.

Within a couple of minutes she had reduced Debbie's flowing mane to a bare stubble, more a colour on her scalp than hair she thought. Debbie dared not betray her feelings to the stylist and as she fought them she did actually start to see something that she could get to like.

'How do you like it all one length, Mrs. Armstrong. Would you prefer it if I tapered it around the back and sides?'

'What do you think?' Debbie asked her, more subdued now.

'To be honest, you need some contrast, some sort of style on hair this short.

You know how African people have patterns shaved into their hair when it's this short. It really picks it up.'

'What would you recommend?'

'Well, I think that you should have it shaved around the edges to give it some more definition'.

'OK then, whatever. It won't take long to grow anyway will it?’ she said smiling for the first time.

The girl applied shaving foam around Debbie's head and shaved an inch or so all around. By the time she had finished Debbie had started to warm to her and as she walked from the salon she had decided to go back to the girl for a maintenance cut in a couple of weeks. She opened the car door and looked inside.

Andy looked at her. 'Don't say anything, alright' she chided him. 'Take me home, turn me around and fuck me like there's no tomorrow.’ she commanded.

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