‘’Thanks for that,’’ He said with a post-orgasmic shiver and a slap of my quivering asscheek. He threw the money for the haircut, along with a hearty tip, near the cash register and left.
I peeked out the blinds and watched him get into a car driven by his fiance. Glued to her phone, she was clueless about what had just happened a few meters away from her.
The buzz of the door cut the silence in the shop, and I hastily pulled my panties up to greet my next client and struggled to concentrate on his haircut with cum oozing down my thighs.
Now, I guess I should take you back to where it all started, shouldn’t I? My name is …., but I’m better known amongst Gooners as ‘’The barber shop porn Queen.’’
This is my story.
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The Divorce
Before discovering Pornosexuality, I’ll admit that my life was dull as fuck. My days consisted of running my barber shop on the outskirts of a student city in the UK, and as much as I loved my work, it was monotonous.
There was a steady flow of clients, and it paid the bills, but the days were long, and all I had to look forward to was the odd holiday every year. Hometime was nothing to get excited about, either.
I married at twenty-two to a guy who was the dictionary definition of boring. Well, until he decided to cheat on me, and I caught him red-handed.
He ran a successful haulage company but soon found himself amid a mid-life crisis and decided to start a hobby of banging escorts, his secretary, and anything else he could, aside from me.
When I came home to find him balls-deep in some 19-year-old Romanian hooker with dyed blonde hair, having paid her extra not to use a condom, it was my perfect chance to divorce him and go my own way.
”Still, it wasn’t the hair that these girls were coming for. They adored the whole vibe of being able to watch porn and finger themselves while I gave them a blow-dry, and some were more perverse than the guys.”
It was pretty ironic because he’d always strived to suppress my sexuality, and it was no secret I always had a perverted mind.
On the rare times he’d fuck me, I’d suck the cum out of the condom when he’d go to the toilet, knowing he’d make me feel disgusting if he caught me. I craved so much more.
I had him bang to rights and was given a hefty divorce settlement. I was forty-six, but finally free to do my thing, and my life was only just beginning.
The Conversion to Pornosexuality
In between clients, I’d retire to the small room in the back of my barber shop and doom scroll watch reels and shorts. Before long, though, the content soon turned into porn.
Effectively forbidden from watching porn when I was married, my mind was blown by how far sex and kink had come in the last decade or so. I was enthralled by everything I saw.
I ended up falling down the Gooning rabbit hole after seeing some content on Twitter, and the whole subculture spoke to me and turned me on like crazy. I wanted to be clit-deep in it!
Each day saw me rubbing my pussy to orgasm five to times on average. But soon, the porn didn’t cut it anymore. I wanted what the women in those scenes were getting, and I deserved it.
With my divorce settlement burning a hole in my pocket, I took a trip to Turkey and got the boob job I always wanted. They were bigger, better, and raised back up to where they needed to be.
Fuck, I looked good! My confidence was booming. I began dressing sluttier, looking hotter, and strutting my stuff. I now adored my work because of how much attention I got from male clients.
But little did I know how dramatically things would escalate. It all started with a 19-year-old Uni student coming into my empty barber studio with a pair of tight-fitting grey North Face shorts.
Meat in the Seat
He thought he was the dog’s bollocks. Flash, arrogant, gym-fit, and overly confident. I’d love to ride you and make you squeal like a stuck pig as you cum, I thought to myself.
Spurred on by a porn session before he arrived, my confidence was through the roof, and I wanted to toy with him. Before long, his confidence was being put to the ultimate test.
I pretended to be none the wiser when my tits were crushed in his face or my nipples were grazing his neck. I watched him squirm and smirk awkwardly, not knowing what to do.
As I trimmed his neckline, I breathed hot air down his ear and watched goosebumps rise on his neck. I encouraged him to flirt and try to impress me, and he did so, albeit with a shaky voice.
He told me about how he was bedding ten girls a week at uni and how he barely had to go to the gym because the sex alone was keeping him in shape.
I feigned I was impressed, spurring his confidence on more. He thought he was a smartass and assumed I couldn’t see his hand discreetly touching the tip of his dick under the apron.
After he gave the all-clear on the haircut and thanked me, I whipped the apron off, and the sight that greeted me made me weak in the knees. What a mess this little fucker had made.
”The fact that their wives and girlfriends likely complimented their new haircut and called them handsome despite my pussy scent still clinging to them made me wetter than anything.”
Through the thin and tight-fitting grey fabric of his shorts was an enormous erection topped off by a blatant wet patch where his pre-cum had gathered over the past hour.
He nervously smiled and tried to apologize as I stood directly behind him, my tits on either side of his head and my gaze firmly locking eyes with him in the mirror in front.
Something deep in my mind took over my body, and I subconsciously fished his throbbing dick out of his shorts and began stroking it.
He didn’t resist; he just closed his eyes and beamed a smile. When he opened them again, he was greeted by the sight of my naked tits, now exposed from the top I’d been wearing.
I pumped his fuck meat dry within thirty seconds, despite planning to bury it in the back of my throat had he lasted longer.
He paid up and fucked off, but he’d fired the starting gun of a Gooning journey that I’d always craved.
The Barber Shop Porn Queen
That initial client, benign a 19-year-old student, promptly told his circle of lad mates, and I was receiving a flurry of bookings from fresh-faced university students keen to see me.
But I’d choose my targets well. I adored nervous-looking lads between 18 to 25, as well as the seedy old men with neglected cocks. I had an endless supply of playthings.
With my appointments being strictly one-on-one and with a buzzer-locked door, I had my way with them as much as I wanted, and my porn-fuelled behavior was soon reaching boiling point.
I got a thrill from teasing their sensual zones with my fake nails while pretending to be none the wiser, making eye contact with them as I trimmed their beards or breathing down their ears.
As well as wearing my best perfume that could make a man’s cock tingle when I leaned over them, I’d also finger myself and dab spots of pussy juice on my neck to entice their pheromones
I’d wear extremely ill-fitting tops and no bras that left my tits semi-exposed if I moved in the wrong (or right?) way, and few men could resist my whore body. I was in paradise.
At the start, I thought it would only revolve around giving clients handjobs, but they soon wanted more, and there was more than enough space for me to get my brains fucked out by them.
Making these men look as handsome as possible before welcoming them inside my porn-addicted pussy was the kind of deal I couldn’t get enough of.
And I know it’s messed up, but I don’t give a fuck. The fact that their wives and girlfriends likely complimented their new haircut and called them handsome despite my pussy scent still clinging to them made me wetter than anything.
The Gooning Clients
I’ve always been good at what I do, and it was rare for me not to get tipped. But the tips were coming in thick and fast when my pussy was coming as an added bonus to the haircuts.
And then came the pinnacle of my barber career. I’m a business-savvy woman, and I soon started to offer custom hairdressing experiences for self-confessed Gooners in the UK and beyond.
I advertised on Goonign subreddits, Twitter, and other forums and soon had a long line of bookings. The Gooning barber sessions differed a lot from the others. Let me explain how.
- I’d always have a stream of hardcore porn playing for the client to watch.
- Unless I was totally naked, my outfits would be pure porn-grade.
- I gave clients the control to a Bluetooth vibrator to make me cum as I work.
Fuck, those bookings got wild. I had Gooners sucking on my tits as I trimmed their hair from above, others blatantly wanking as I worked, and some dildoing their ass while we talked.
And it wasn’t just Gooners, either. I had my fair share of Goonettes sign up, although I only offered basic hairdressing services for them, as my main skillset is for guys.
Still, it wasn’t the hair that these girls were coming for. They adored the whole vibe of being able to watch porn and finger themselves while I gave them a blow-dry, and some were more perverse than the guys.
One Goonette came with her equally porn-obsessed BF and came repeatedly while watching him get his hair cut while jerking off to porn with my tits in his mouth.
Another, upon being offered a complimentary drink when she arrived, asked me to piss in a glass for her to drink why I dyed her hair.
My barber chair required constant cleaning from the Goon Juice. If it wasn’t spit and spunk, it was pools of pussy grool. Still, there are worse things to clean!
Expect the Best With a Gooning Haircut
Honestly? That divorce was the best thing that ever happened to me, and I’m so glad for that barebacking Romanian whore for triggering a new lease of life.
My passion for my job has dramatically increased, and my confidence is through the roof, as is that of any porn-loving Gooner who comes through my barbershop door.
But how about you? Are you in need of a trim? My barber shop is located in the city of Nottingham and is open six days a week, with private bookings available from 09:00 to 19:00.
How do I find this place…