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Point 8am entered Georg every day to his office on the 3rd floor of the successful company where he worked. Just last year he was promoted to head of personnel. Everything went great for him could think. He was 40years old and married with 2years younger Sabine, had a house, a sports car and made 2 to 3 luxury vacations a year. Everything went perfectly, except one. When he first learned she had Sabine wonderful, long hair, which he found so beguiling that did not bother him their other shortcomings. Now they wore their once magnificent mane short and seemed hardly more attractive than a politician with fifties after 2 nights of partying. The once-fired through her hair sex life was as asleep as the other married life.

Under these circumstances, George spent very much, very much time in the office. Since his computer at home was shared by Sabine, he did not dare at this pictures and videos of ladies to look with long hair, as Sabine would appear together at the slightest abnormality George. On the workstation, he had saved several photos of long hair. Whether blonde, brown, red, curly or straight, everything was there. The main thing long, straight hair which he preferred and could abgewinnen one or the other bob something. Looking at the pictures he thought of feeling like the former long hair by Sabine wrapped around his shaft, and he introduced himself as he followed his juice squirts on her hair. This was unfortunately denied him in his marriage, but he had the pleasure of Hair Jobs. Over 5 years of the last lay back now. George would probably know the date yet.

A phone call roused him from his reverie, and he took (with errigiertem penis), answer the call.

"Good morning, George," he heard his boss

"Good morning, what is coming up?" He replied. George had a knotless relationship with his boss.

"You know, yes, that Ms. Meier has terminated. We need to give an internal vacancy for the position of team leader. Can you write? "

"Sure, sit me right down, boss. Is there anything else? "

"No, that's all. Nice Day. "

"Thanks, you too."

George, whose erection was gone after this conversation, of course, took down the task and set out to beat a morning greeting tour. This was his favorite part of the day, when he came there to enjoy to look at all the beautiful hair of his colleagues.

His responsibilities there were five "objects" of his desire. The first he met in Room 1. There worked Petra, one with Dreißigerin mi natural red, slightly wavy, 30cm long hair, which she had woven that day. She was pretty, but did not make much off. Petra was only the beginning of his turn, which would continually increase the sexual tension George. In two rooms he met in Sofia, who wore a sleek, chin-length, ash-blond bob. It was she who advanced George hair fetish of only long hair to Bobfrisuren. Too often he had imagined to distribute his sperm with a comb. The fact that she was only in her early twenties, increased his desire, as he liked liked young women. In the third room, he immediately saw Nicole, whose dark brown hair fell perfectly coiffed as always on the breasts. Her face let Georg ignore the fact that he does not necessarily preferred curls. In his mind he saw before him how Nicole's curly mane moving up and down in his lap. After he got his head clear he entered full of anticipation room five, because in this sat Sandra and Franziska, his two favorites. Franziska, equipped with 40cm long, blond hair, was completed by their widths mouth, in the Georg would like to stick his shaft. Sandra, still a hot stage, sat in the back of the room. She was 21 years young, hip-length, very thick, straight hair, the color was brown and had a few blonde streaks had. George loved to come and see her. She had quite a few hair care products on the desk and her hair smelled always looking for that special oil that he loved so much. Sandra everything was perfect. Whether updo, bun, ponytail or (preferably) open. He wanted you to have a barber chair in front of him and take care of her hair. He wanted to feel it up and give him his special hair mask.

With its now again errigierten penis he left the "long hair-room" as he called it and got in his office at the vacancy had asked him to his boss. He was hanging out of it and left the office in the evening, would have happened without the day something noteworthy.

The next morning already several application folders were on his desk. This he flew over and stopped at a bid to explore them in more detail. Sandra had applied! After studying for a while her photo, he dialed her number and agreed until late in the afternoon with her an appointment for an interview. He was pleased inconceivable to 17h and the clock seemed to stand still while until then he counted the seconds.

Sandra entered the room. "Hello Mr. Müller, nice that it worked out so fast. She said with her charming smile that he barely noticed as he watched her flowing hair. It was exactly as he liked it; smooth, shiny and their hundred percent healthy tips were cut to a length. He could already hear from a distance of 2m their irresistible fragrance.

"Hi Sandra, sit down. Glad you're here, "said George unusually uncertain. He found it hard to hide his tension "So, did you apply as a team leader, why?"

"I just want to be perceived not only as the young girl, but make an important contribution and radiate authority."

"I think you radiate much authority and seriousness of when you have pinned your hair." At the moment these words left George's mouth he turned red and he realized that he was uncontrollably his thoughts run wild.

But Sandra reacted differently than expected (ie no surprise or speechless). "Do You Think ...? Find? Do you like my hair down is not it? "

"No, no, Sandra, that's not it, I love your hair, ääähh ... well ... I like it the way it is and just like that. Always actually. "

"Thank-You. Therein lies a whole lot of work. I invest determined 1h every day in you. "

"You can see it," stammered George.

"Do you want to touch it again?" Sandra asked quietly.

George could not believe what he was hearing. He scored the blood into the penis and he was still totally confused on. "Sure ge ... like". He stood behind Sandra and looked at her long soft mane. Unsure he gently stroked her hair.

"Come on, they take on in, otherwise you can feel nothing at all." Laughed Sandra.

Then he took all her hair in his hand and turned it into a pony tail and ran again and again from the top down and went through her hair.

"Great, is not it? Is also incredibly easy to comb through the mud. I also like the smell of my shampoo. "

George took the chance and sniffed at its apex and whispered, "Wow ... I can comb your mane again?"

"Sure," says Sandra, "You want so determined an authoritarian leader with updo," she said with a wink.

"Yes," George says absently. Sandra gave him her brush and sat on his lap. He enjoyed every strand combing her, and beguiled at the fruity scent of her hair. In his penis now had to find 50% of his blood. Again and again he brushed his brown hair and smelled it until after 5minutes Sandra straightened up and said "do you like the most well huh?"

"Yes Sandra, of which I dream ever since I saw you the first time."

Sandra let himself drop to her knees and opened George's belt. After she had taken off his pants she took his hard shaft in her hand and said, "I hope you have enough special shampoo in stock." She grabbed her hair and threw it on George's thigh and put them there. As you began to blow, Georg switched presence of mind to his cell phone camera and then enjoyed just yet what followed. After Sandra briefly stopped with the sucking, she started all over again. George grabbed Sandra now somewhat harder by the hair and combed her hair while she continued with her mouth took care of his penis. After a while he put down his brush and said "wrap your hair around my cock." Sandra was followed by the prompt and took her thick hair and jerked George's cock so. When she saw a small drop of pleasure on the glans, wiped it off with the middle part of her mane. "Take off your clothes, Sandra, I want to fuck you." No two seconds Sandra stood naked before him. He grabbed her by the hair and turned her with her back to him. He stuck his cock in her wet pussy and fucked her hard from behind, he are her head again and again to his moved to smell her hair. When he had come just before he stopped off to lie down on the desk and told Sandra "Ride me." Sandra understood and of course sat the wrong way round on George's cock and leaned back before she began to ride him. Her long hair always wiped George's face until he was short burst before. He pushed Sandra slightly and pressed it to his knees, then to get behind it. He took his cock together with her hair in his hand and began to jerk itself.

"Will you be my special shampoo on your hot hair?"

"Yes."

"Will you be my personal hair model?"

"Yes."

"Can I use your hair do what I want?"

"Yes."

Georg jerked on the soft mane and came with a loud moan to shoot. That cum like a handful of shampoo on her hair distributed.

"Not yet, odometer, I want to shoot first."

He shot a few photos then he told her, "and now do your hair in a bun." As she did, he took everything in close-up as a video. You could well see the strands that were wet from sperm.

"So Mr. Miller until tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow Sandra, with updo and in a new position." Said Mr. Müller, grinning.

He loved his job now even more.