I have struggled for some time to make a go of my hair salon because I really enjoy the work. The clientele have always been young to middle-aged women who keep themselves up both physically and intellectually so most of them are a treat for my mind as well as my eyes when I'm doing their hair. Most of the time I keep busy enough for me but not busy enough to afford any help. I guess that's why I still have a small shop. A couple of weeks ago, however, a rather forward woman who has been coming to me for a couple of years made a request that has changed my whole business outlook. I was just finishing up an elaborate wash and perm and I commented that she looked absolutely out of this world. I also asked what the occasion was. She told me that she was having a date with an old boyfriend and wanted to look as good as she could in the hopes that she might kindle an old flame. Having said that, she got a funny look in her eye and asked me if I had ever trimmed a pussy. I tried to hide my surprise with a haughty, "Of course! I am a hairdresser." Well, to make a long story short, she and her roommate used to trim each other's pussy when she was going with him but now she lived alone and hadn't trimmed her cunt for some time. My mind was racing as I thought of all the possibilities this could lead to. At the same time I was thinking of more practical problems such as what a person charges for such a service and how to do it so that another customer won't barge in during the session. I did have an old adjustable reclining chair in the back that I use for taking naps between customer appointments. It was in good enough condition and could probably even be rigged so as to make trimming a crotch a little easier. Fortunately, my fingers and hands were on automatic as I brushed out her perm. Announcing that I was finished, I asked Ms. Terry to adjourn to my backroom for the "final" trim. I boldly asked her to remove her shorts and panties so I could get started. She didn't hesitate and was shortly lying in the chair, legs wide apart and furry mound waving in the breeze. I glanced down at the bulge in my crotch and hoped she wouldn't notice. Then I sat down on a short stool I had placed between Ms. Terry's legs with comb and scissors in hand. I ran my fingers through her pubic hair suppressing a strong desire to slip a finger inside the delicate lips that could be seen through the separate strands. Ms. Terry unashamedly sighed as I did so. "You have a lovely pussy," I told her truthfully, "but you have let it get shaggy. Would you like it trimmed to a certain length and do you want me to shape it at the sides or top at all." "We used to trim it to about half an inch. I don't know anything about shaping." I didn't tell her that I didn't either but it sounded good. With scissors in hand I began to comb and trim. It took me longer than I expected because I wasn't too anxious to finish and also because I didn't want to screw up and clip her delicate skin anywhere. When I did finally get the length about right, it looked to me like I did need to shape the edges, or at least trim her shorter their so it didn't look so artificial. I also noticed that her clitoris was much more pronounced than it had been when we started. I continued touching it as much as I could without arousing suspicion. I was all ready to saw I was finished when Ms. Terry said between deep breaths, "Would you mind finger fucking me? I'm so wet and horny that I don't trust myself on the street in this condition." I replied that I would only on the condition that she let me kiss this sweet creation lying before me. She sighed a "Yes" and I buried my face between her legs. She was right. She was wet and she was horny. With my nose rubbing against her clitoris and my tongue burrowing into her quim, she gasped and bucked like I was truly fucking her. After two or three climaxes, she begged me to please fuck her. I was afraid I was going to have to masturbate after she left. Dropping my pants to the floor but without even stepping out of them, I thrust my stiff bone all the way in. My balls slapped against her ass and I felt the sharp ends of her trimmed pubic hair burrowing into mine. There was no technique. I didn't have the control. I simply groaned and spurted gob after gob of sperm inside the lady while continuing to ram my rod back and forth violently. Sometime during my amateur performance, she hit another peak, squealed, and then went limp. By the time I was back in touch with reality, Ms. Terry was almost businesslike. She sat up, took a tissue from her purse, squeezed out of her vagina all our combined juices onto it, and tossed it in the wastebasket. She pulled from her purse the price of the haircut and perm then fished out another $20 bill and asked if it would do for the "extra." I said it would and a couple of generous tips, too, if she were so inclined. "I am so inclined," she said. She was up, dressed and out the door before I realized that she had left her bikini panties behind. I wiped myself with them then tucked them in the drawer for the next time I helped her. That little incident provided me with a few fantasies but nothing more until about six weeks later. My last two customers of the day were Mrs. Smith, a grandmotherly type who was having a permanent, and Susan, her 15 year old granddaughter who was getting her hair trimmed and shampooed. It was very pleasant working with the two of them. When they were done and Mrs. Smith was paying the bill, Susan began pleading with her grandmother, "Oh, Gramma, please ask him, please!" "Ask him yourself if you think its so important." "I can't. Its too embarrassing." I broke in with, "What is it you want to ask?" At that the girl did turn bright red and turned her face away. Her grandmother explained, "Susan has heard that you trim ladies' pubic hair. She was hoping I would ask you to confirm that but frankly I don't care. I have never even so much as looked at what I have there and can't imagine doing so." What a lead in for a sexualist like myself. "Madame," I began, "you have no idea what you have missed. While it is true that nature has done marvelous things to make the human animal a work of art, humans themselves have always been able to improve on things a little. Why just look at your hairdo. Left to what nature might allow, and even assuming you kept to meticulously clean, as I'm sure you do your pubic hair, it would not frame your lovely face in the way it does now. Even Susan, whose age allows nature to do her best, enjoys a change from time to time with short hair relieving the boredom of long after a time and vice versa. "Susan, I most certainly do trim pubic hair. Or pussies, or quims, or cunts, or cunnies. I do it professionally. It is not a sexual thing with me although I have been told that some of my clients feel a certain sexual thrill or liberation when they have been trimmed "down there". I just happen to have a special right now of half-price or two for the price of one if either or both of you is interested." Susan giggled and blushed all the way to the top of her blonde head. I couldn't see her face but I could see the redness of her skin through her golden hair. Mrs. Smith didn't bat an eye although she did appear to be amused at Susan's embarrassment. "Well, Bruce, I wouldn't have given it a second thought a few minutes ago, but you put forth a convincing argument and I rarely pass up a bargain. Come on, Susan, lets get the two for one." Without waiting for Susan's reply, I ushered Mrs. Smith into the back room invited her to remove her undergarments and make herself comfortable in the chair. What she had on was about as non-sexy as anything I had ever seen - overstretched girdle, large white cotton panties, and rolled at the top nylons. Underneath was exactly what she had said, pristine nature. Tucking Mrs. Smith's dress up so that I had complete access to her crotch, I began combing through the thick curls. Her pussy hair was as dark black as her head hair was gray. Just combing her out made a big difference. I kept stepping away to let Mrs. Smith look at herself in the mirror and I also wanted to make sure that Susan saw what was going on. I noted that there was no artificial modesty on Mrs. Smith's part. Before actually cutting I explained to Mrs. Smith what I wanted to do, "First I will trim all the hair to about half an inch. This will give us a better idea of what we're dealing with. I will then probably suggest that we completely shave the area between your anus and your clitoris to show off your labia to maximum advantage. I will then probably recommend narrowing the pubic triangle by trimming the edge hairs progressively shorter." Of course, I was making all this up as I went trying to imagine in my mind the difference between this pussy in front of me and that of the latest Penthouse centerfold. Mrs. Smith just smiled and told me to do what I thought best. As her pubic tresses fell to the floor, Mrs. Smith was getting noticeably aroused. I had to be careful not to nick her protruding clitoris when working in that area. Her hair was so dark that even at a half inch it covered her well. But it did begin looking like the pussy I had seen in Penthouse and so I continued with my battle plan. When I had finished trimming and washing all the loose hairs off, I was impressed. Her labia were even swollen so that the wet pink insides glistened for both Susan and I to see. She was aroused but was keeping it in well. I had to do the same. I wasn't about to play around with a witness in the room. What I did do was make a big deal of showing Mrs. Smith her own sex and inviting her to touch herself here and there. I pointed out how the new "cut" emphasized those sexual parts that men would find so enticing and arousing. From the way that she touched herself, I was sure she had never done it before and just as sure that she would in the future. Mrs. Smith pulled on her undergarments on then pushed Susan in front of the chair. I attempted as much as possible to ignore the little tussle between the two women. Susan was obviously more self-conscious than her grandmother but finally was persuaded to climb into the chair after removing her see-through bikini panties. That she was absolutely mortified was obvious from her stiff position, clenched fists, and tightly closed eyes. I sat down to size up the situation. This was going to be even tougher than the last. Susan's pubic hair was as blonde as her head. It was also fine, straight, and relatively short. In short, it looked better than any Penthouse model's I had ever seen so I was stumped about what to recommend. I began absentmindedly to comb the soft tresses. As my hand grazed her downy mound it felt like a bolt of lightning had hit it. The shock traveled to my crotch and I realized too late that my clothes were applying enough pressure on my cock to cause a climax. My eyes glazed over temporarily as I felt the sperm spurt out again and again. I so much wanted to caress and taste this little rose bud but couldn't even touch it without raising suspicion. Finally, hoping that I hadn't taken too long to decide and hoping that my climax hadn't been noticed by anyone other than myself, I sighed and said, "I'm sorry. This is simply the loveliest pussy I have seen. There is nothing I can do to improve it. If you were three years older and wanted a change, I would suggest shaving but at this age you need the length to assert your maturity." I must have said the right words because Susan opened her eyes smiling. Her fists and legs relaxed. Mrs. Smith nodded in agreement and the two of us began walking up front. "You are truly a gentleman, Bruce," Mrs. Smith said as I handed her $12 change on her $20 bill. "A man as horny as you are, sitting as close to virgin cunt as you were, is faced with a great temptation to do something, besides ejaculating in your pants, I mean. Susan really does look perfect, doesn't she? I'll keep you posted about how I feel about your work on my little pussy." She did, too. She and her husband had dropped to having sex once or twice a month. When he discovered her examining her trimmed bush, he almost raped her on the spot. They now have sex 3 or 4 times a week and I only get to trim her every third month because he does it the other times. I have kept in touch with Susan, also. That day, after they left, I went back to find that Susan had hung her panties right next to the other pair I had had hanging there. The thought of her walking around the town with a naked beaver has fueled many a fantasy for me since then.