Amrita was the new exchange student from India who came to the states. A pretty looking slim figured girl, wanting to blend in, but too shy to speak out. Her biggest attraction was her hair. Her hair was silky soft (like shown in Pantene commercials) with uniform thickness going down all the way beyond her ass cheeks.
Her hair was never cut, no bangs, always in a single thick flowing braid going down to her ass. Even though she put her hair in such a conservative style, the lush, plump silky knots of her braid caught the attention of many.
Some girls had even seen her with her hair down a couple of times in the girl’s locker and complimented her on her beautiful tresses. Despite a lot of persuasion from her friends, she never came out in the open with her hair unbraided.
Now Amrita had even developed a crush for one of the boys in her class called Dylan. Dylan was tall, well built and in the football team. He too had an inclination towards her. One day, in the cafeteria he & his friend Greg just happened to see a picture of Amrita with her hair down in a girl’s mobile phone who was showing it to her friends.
Next day was a lucky shot for Dylan, for after the practice as he was getting dressed in the locker room, his friend saw an object in his locker and pulled it out. It was a big sharp pair of scissors. “What are these for…?" he asked Dylan. Dylan smiled taking the scissors back from his friend and snapping them open he said “to cut hair".
His friend had a confused look on his face. Dylan explained “I really feel like cutting off Amrita’s hair….all this while her braid had been distracting me until I saw her pic with her hair down…..man I would love to scrunch her hair with these" he said with an evil grin.
His friend who was aware of his fetish said ‘you really love her hair’ and as they walked out into the corridor Dylan repeated “I love Amrita’s hair….she is so pretty"
This sentence proved to be the lucky shot for Dylan as it was overheard by Amrita’s friend Betty; who knew about Amrita’s attraction
Betty immediately went and told Amrita about it who got excited and nervous at the same time. She thought that Dylan had the same feelings about her but did not know how to go about it now.
Betty on the other hand went to talk to Dylan the next day without telling Amrita about it. She told Dylan that she knew, he was attracted towards Amrita, Dylan was about to protest, but before he could say anything, Betty said “and she likes you too". Clever Dylan immediately went mum.
He listened to Betty who told him that She could arrange for a meeting between the two and Dylan simply nodded in agreement. She told him that she and Amrita would be attending the carnival tomorrow and he could meet her there.
Next day at the carnival, Betty shocked Amrita by telling her about her conversation with Dylan and that he would be coming to see her today.
Amrita was nervous and did not know what to do. They decided to wait for Dylan, watching an acrobatic show while he came. It was a small crowd gathered in a circle. Betty and Amrita were almost standing outside the circle when Dylan came and stood behind them.
“Hey girls" he said, both of them turned around in a shock. He smiled and said “hey Amrita, hey Betty." Both of them responded with a ‘hi’, with Amrita responding in a shy manner and trying to hide away her face. She did not notice Dylan making an eye movement to Betty, signaling her to go away.
Betty understood and immediately said to Amrita “I’ll be right back, got to get something for mom’.
Amrita tried to say something but before she could, Betty was gone. Now standing alone with Dylan in a crowd Amrita had a mixed feeling of anxiety and fear.
Dylan on the other hand looked around and noticed they were standing almost outside the crowd and nobody was watching them. He softly spoke into Amrita’s ear ‘you have got beautiful hair’.
At first Amrita shook but then smiled shyly as Dylan watched her, standing right behind her. A moment later Amrita felt a grip on her braid at the nape. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath as Dylan stroked the plump silky knots.
His hand then moved down her braid to the tied end; he gently pulled down her braid and Amrita’s head came up. Amrita felt a slight jerk on her head and realized that Dylan had taken off the rubber band that was holding her braid intact. She anticipated what was coming next, but was too nervous to say anything. As she thought Dylan was moving his hand up her braid unraveling one silky knot after the other.
He was loving it as the lush silky tresses came unraveled and was amazed at the fineness of her hair. Soon Amrita felt the strongest tug and then a feel of relief. Dylan had undone her tightly woven braid completely. Her silky waterfall of hair fell in gentle waves going past her butt. He stroked her hair and then gently gripped it all in a ponytail at her nape.
Amrita was breathing heavily as she felt Dylan’s grip tighten. He then whispered into her ear to come with him. Leading her by her hair, he took her to his car. They drove off to Dylan’s place. Amrita in the meanwhile had put her hair up in a bun.
Dylan took her straight to his room. It was a big room with a sofa and TV set in front of it. I’ll be right back he said as switched on the TV and handed her the remote. She stood there watching TV as Dylan disappeared into the next room. He came back dragging a bean bag and placed it right in front of the sofa. He also placed a small box on the small table adjoining the sofa and approached Amrita from the back.
He put his hand on her massive tight bun and squeezed it gently. This time Amrita looked at him. “I love your hair" he said probing her bun by trying to push his fingers inside her coiled up hair. “Come" he said as he led her to the sofa, while maintaining his grip on her bun. He sat on the sofa himself & made her sit on the bean bag in front of him, that ways he sat right behind her with full access to her hair. “I just love your hair" he said as he gripped her enormous bun (which was beginning to loosen up) with both hands. He then pulled her head back and buried his face in her loose bun. All this while Amrita was breathing heavily, she thought, this was his way of romance, besides she had always received compliments about her hair. Dylan now began pulling out her hair and in moments Amrita’s hair was all undone with the ends lying on the floor.
He gathered her hair in his hands and buried his face in the silky curtain. Next he gripped all her hair in his left hand and began running his right hand all over her head to capture any loose strands. Once all her hair was in his grip he pulled her hair back gently bringing her face up. He bent over and placed his lips on to hers. Amrita was too nervous to say anything, but complied as she was enjoying it as well. After a few moments their lips parted and he resumed his hair play sitting behind her.
He wound her hair once around his left fist and admired the length of it that ran from his hand till the end. “Your hair is so long" he said running a curled up fist of his free hand down the length of her hair…It needs a good cut". Amrita immediately turned her face around…."What are you saying…?" she said in a shocked tone of voice.
“If you want to be with me…you will have to get rid of this hair….I want my girl with short hair" he said. He had already anticipated that Amrita would not let go of her hair so easily, but he had made up his mind to chop off her hair.
“Dylan please I don’t want to cut my hair"…she said trying to break free. “Sweetheart you will look a lot prettier…" he said tugging hair a little more firmly. “Please Dylan don’t…." said Amrita breaking down into tears.
“There there girl….don’t cry" he said and kissed her on her lips. “I love you…and I just want you to look prettier" he said and saying so he turned her around.
Amrita with a heavy heart asked “how much are you going to cut?". “All of it baby…" He replied brushing her hair.
“Dylan please don’t make it so short" she pleaded. “yeah…" replied Dylan as he continued brushing.
Amrita sat with her face hung down as she sadly submitted to Dylan’s desire; as he continued brushing. Next he gathered her tresses in his left hand and raised the scissors with his right. He snapped the scissors in the air, Amrita heard the snap and covered her face with her hands, she was crying bitterly now.
He brought the scissors right at the base of the ponytail he was holding and began scrunching. “SSSSCCCRRRRRRRUUUNCCCHHHH" was the first sound the scissors made. This was due to the thickness and the silky texture of Amrita’s hair. The hair in Dylan’s hand was barely cut, he excitedly started pumping the blades. “Ssccrruunncchh", “Ssccrruunncchh", “Ssccrruunncchh"…. Was the only sound in the room. Amrita’s hair put up a good fight….but in the end “SSCCHHNNIIPPP"………..was the sound that came as Dylan held a lush three feet long ponytail in his hand.
Amrita was crying bitterly with her face buried in her hands. “There there girl….the worst is over see…" said Dylan. Slowly Amrita turned her tear stroked face and burst out crying once again as she saw Dylan holding her severed hair. Her hands immediately went to her head , feeling for whatever was left of her hair. “Come let em finish it" said Dylan smiling.
The very next instant he felt Amrita’s hand hit hard against his cheek…."SLAPP" was the sound. Dylan was in a shock momentarily but as he regained his composure, he saw Amrita rushing out of the room crying.
He simply sat on his sofa smiling to himself, with scissors in his right hand and a massive ponytail in his left.
Her hair was never cut, no bangs, always in a single thick flowing braid going down to her ass. Even though she put her hair in such a conservative style, the lush, plump silky knots of her braid caught the attention of many.
Some girls had even seen her with her hair down a couple of times in the girl’s locker and complimented her on her beautiful tresses. Despite a lot of persuasion from her friends, she never came out in the open with her hair unbraided.
Now Amrita had even developed a crush for one of the boys in her class called Dylan. Dylan was tall, well built and in the football team. He too had an inclination towards her. One day, in the cafeteria he & his friend Greg just happened to see a picture of Amrita with her hair down in a girl’s mobile phone who was showing it to her friends.
Next day was a lucky shot for Dylan, for after the practice as he was getting dressed in the locker room, his friend saw an object in his locker and pulled it out. It was a big sharp pair of scissors. “What are these for…?" he asked Dylan. Dylan smiled taking the scissors back from his friend and snapping them open he said “to cut hair".
His friend had a confused look on his face. Dylan explained “I really feel like cutting off Amrita’s hair….all this while her braid had been distracting me until I saw her pic with her hair down…..man I would love to scrunch her hair with these" he said with an evil grin.
His friend who was aware of his fetish said ‘you really love her hair’ and as they walked out into the corridor Dylan repeated “I love Amrita’s hair….she is so pretty"
This sentence proved to be the lucky shot for Dylan as it was overheard by Amrita’s friend Betty; who knew about Amrita’s attraction
Betty immediately went and told Amrita about it who got excited and nervous at the same time. She thought that Dylan had the same feelings about her but did not know how to go about it now.
Betty on the other hand went to talk to Dylan the next day without telling Amrita about it. She told Dylan that she knew, he was attracted towards Amrita, Dylan was about to protest, but before he could say anything, Betty said “and she likes you too". Clever Dylan immediately went mum.
He listened to Betty who told him that She could arrange for a meeting between the two and Dylan simply nodded in agreement. She told him that she and Amrita would be attending the carnival tomorrow and he could meet her there.
Next day at the carnival, Betty shocked Amrita by telling her about her conversation with Dylan and that he would be coming to see her today.
Amrita was nervous and did not know what to do. They decided to wait for Dylan, watching an acrobatic show while he came. It was a small crowd gathered in a circle. Betty and Amrita were almost standing outside the circle when Dylan came and stood behind them.
“Hey girls" he said, both of them turned around in a shock. He smiled and said “hey Amrita, hey Betty." Both of them responded with a ‘hi’, with Amrita responding in a shy manner and trying to hide away her face. She did not notice Dylan making an eye movement to Betty, signaling her to go away.
Betty understood and immediately said to Amrita “I’ll be right back, got to get something for mom’.
Amrita tried to say something but before she could, Betty was gone. Now standing alone with Dylan in a crowd Amrita had a mixed feeling of anxiety and fear.
Dylan on the other hand looked around and noticed they were standing almost outside the crowd and nobody was watching them. He softly spoke into Amrita’s ear ‘you have got beautiful hair’.
At first Amrita shook but then smiled shyly as Dylan watched her, standing right behind her. A moment later Amrita felt a grip on her braid at the nape. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath as Dylan stroked the plump silky knots.
His hand then moved down her braid to the tied end; he gently pulled down her braid and Amrita’s head came up. Amrita felt a slight jerk on her head and realized that Dylan had taken off the rubber band that was holding her braid intact. She anticipated what was coming next, but was too nervous to say anything. As she thought Dylan was moving his hand up her braid unraveling one silky knot after the other.
He was loving it as the lush silky tresses came unraveled and was amazed at the fineness of her hair. Soon Amrita felt the strongest tug and then a feel of relief. Dylan had undone her tightly woven braid completely. Her silky waterfall of hair fell in gentle waves going past her butt. He stroked her hair and then gently gripped it all in a ponytail at her nape.
Amrita was breathing heavily as she felt Dylan’s grip tighten. He then whispered into her ear to come with him. Leading her by her hair, he took her to his car. They drove off to Dylan’s place. Amrita in the meanwhile had put her hair up in a bun.
Dylan took her straight to his room. It was a big room with a sofa and TV set in front of it. I’ll be right back he said as switched on the TV and handed her the remote. She stood there watching TV as Dylan disappeared into the next room. He came back dragging a bean bag and placed it right in front of the sofa. He also placed a small box on the small table adjoining the sofa and approached Amrita from the back.
He put his hand on her massive tight bun and squeezed it gently. This time Amrita looked at him. “I love your hair" he said probing her bun by trying to push his fingers inside her coiled up hair. “Come" he said as he led her to the sofa, while maintaining his grip on her bun. He sat on the sofa himself & made her sit on the bean bag in front of him, that ways he sat right behind her with full access to her hair. “I just love your hair" he said as he gripped her enormous bun (which was beginning to loosen up) with both hands. He then pulled her head back and buried his face in her loose bun. All this while Amrita was breathing heavily, she thought, this was his way of romance, besides she had always received compliments about her hair. Dylan now began pulling out her hair and in moments Amrita’s hair was all undone with the ends lying on the floor.
He gathered her hair in his hands and buried his face in the silky curtain. Next he gripped all her hair in his left hand and began running his right hand all over her head to capture any loose strands. Once all her hair was in his grip he pulled her hair back gently bringing her face up. He bent over and placed his lips on to hers. Amrita was too nervous to say anything, but complied as she was enjoying it as well. After a few moments their lips parted and he resumed his hair play sitting behind her.
He wound her hair once around his left fist and admired the length of it that ran from his hand till the end. “Your hair is so long" he said running a curled up fist of his free hand down the length of her hair…It needs a good cut". Amrita immediately turned her face around…."What are you saying…?" she said in a shocked tone of voice.
“If you want to be with me…you will have to get rid of this hair….I want my girl with short hair" he said. He had already anticipated that Amrita would not let go of her hair so easily, but he had made up his mind to chop off her hair.
“Dylan please I don’t want to cut my hair"…she said trying to break free. “Sweetheart you will look a lot prettier…" he said tugging hair a little more firmly. “Please Dylan don’t…." said Amrita breaking down into tears.
“There there girl….don’t cry" he said and kissed her on her lips. “I love you…and I just want you to look prettier" he said and saying so he turned her around.
Amrita with a heavy heart asked “how much are you going to cut?". “All of it baby…" He replied brushing her hair.
“Dylan please don’t make it so short" she pleaded. “yeah…" replied Dylan as he continued brushing.
Amrita sat with her face hung down as she sadly submitted to Dylan’s desire; as he continued brushing. Next he gathered her tresses in his left hand and raised the scissors with his right. He snapped the scissors in the air, Amrita heard the snap and covered her face with her hands, she was crying bitterly now.
He brought the scissors right at the base of the ponytail he was holding and began scrunching. “SSSSCCCRRRRRRRUUUNCCCHHHH" was the first sound the scissors made. This was due to the thickness and the silky texture of Amrita’s hair. The hair in Dylan’s hand was barely cut, he excitedly started pumping the blades. “Ssccrruunncchh", “Ssccrruunncchh", “Ssccrruunncchh"…. Was the only sound in the room. Amrita’s hair put up a good fight….but in the end “SSCCHHNNIIPPP"………..was the sound that came as Dylan held a lush three feet long ponytail in his hand.
Amrita was crying bitterly with her face buried in her hands. “There there girl….the worst is over see…" said Dylan. Slowly Amrita turned her tear stroked face and burst out crying once again as she saw Dylan holding her severed hair. Her hands immediately went to her head , feeling for whatever was left of her hair. “Come let em finish it" said Dylan smiling.
The very next instant he felt Amrita’s hand hit hard against his cheek…."SLAPP" was the sound. Dylan was in a shock momentarily but as he regained his composure, he saw Amrita rushing out of the room crying.
He simply sat on his sofa smiling to himself, with scissors in his right hand and a massive ponytail in his left.
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