Police Woman's Hairbun (an Erotic Haircut story)

It has been 3 years since the tragic incident that changed Nisa’s life. she was robbed and her hair was forcibly cut by a pair of thugs. At first Nisa found it traumatizing, then Nisa eventually considered it as exciting. From that incident, Nisa entered a new kind of kink called Hair Fetish.

After leaving her nightlife hobby, Nisa found cutting women’s hair as the new excitement. To satisfy her fetish, Nisa offered hair cutting services to her friends and acquaintances. The method she used was cutting ponytails or braids, she even cut hair that was tied up in a bun or tooknot. All of her victims ended up with extreme cuts, from a short haircut like a soldier to bald.

Now Nisa is in the final stage of her college years. This time she is completing her thesis. One day Nisa rode her motorbike to campus.

Initially the journey was smooth. However, Nisa was stuck in a traffic jam at a red light intersection. Because she had promised her supervisor to be on time, Nisa maneuvered by turning into an alley, entering a narrow residential area. 5 minutes later, Nisa finally exited the alley, returning to the highway. But unfortunately, she was stopped by a policewoman

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Policewoman: please show your driver’s license and vehicle registration.

Nisa: what did I do wrong ma’am?

Policewoman: you exited from the entrance lane.

Nisa: but the lane is wide, people can enter and exit, right?

Policewoman: didn’t you see the the “one way” sign in the alley? Quickly show your driver’s license and vehicle registration.

Nisa obeyed the policewoman’s words. The policewoman then took Nisa’s driver’s license. While the policewoman was writing the ticket, Nisa noticed that the policewoman was wearing a tight hijab so that a small lump was visible on the back of her head. At first Nisa was annoyed by this ticket, but Nisa found her next victim.

Policewoman: I’m confiscating your driver’s license. You can get it in a week.

After receiving a ticket, Nisa continued her journey. Upon arriving at campus, Nisa was scolded by her lecturer for being late. This clearly strengthened Nisa’s intention to take revenge on the policewoman.

The next day, Nisa came to the policewoman’s post. Nisa intended to trap the policewoman so that it seemed as if the policewoman was asking for a bribe from Nisa. When she arrived there, Nisa found no one at the post. Nisa went straight inside, suddenly hearing a gasping sound from the bathroom. Slowly, Nisa approached the door, then she peeked through the open gap.

 

Apparently in the post, the policewoman was having sex with a man. Seeing this, Nisa immediately recorded it. The policewoman bent over facing the wall while being pounded from behind by the man who occasionally kissed the back of the policewoman’s hijab. Not only that, the man took off the policewoman’s hijab and dropped it on the floor. The policewoman’s bun was visible, tied with a red hair tie right above her crown.

The man squeezed the bun, occasionally sniffing and kissing the mound of hair. That made her bun loosen, the more the man pumped her, over time the rubber on the policewoman’s bun came loose until her long hair was loose all the way to her bra strap. Suddenly the man pulled his penis out of the policewoman’s vagina, he positioned the policewoman to kneel then the man shot his sperm right on the policewoman’s crown.

 

Policewoman: Again in the hair. It’s dirty, honey.

Man: They say sperm can make hair longer, Shela

Policewoman: How do I clean it? If I wash my hair now, it will take a long time to dry.

Man: let me fix it.

The man took out a comb, with the comb he smeared his sperm all over the policewoman’s hair until it was shiny.

Policewoman: When are you going to cut my hair?

Man: Let it grow for now, okay?

Policewoman: but for how long? My hair is already breaking the rules.

Man: Don’t worry.

Nisa quickly left the police post. When she got home, Nisa watched the recording. It was her first time witnessing sex directly, let alone seeing sperm smeared on her hair.

For a week, Nisa spied on the policewoman named Shela. It turned out that the man often visited Policewoman named Shela to have sex. Not only that, this man also came to cut Shela’s friends’ hair. Nisa took advantage of this moment to record it. Nisa was aroused and amazed by what the man did to Shela’s hair.

Finally, the day Nisa had been waiting for has arrived. Nisa went to the Shela Policewoman Post. Shela was seen taking care of documents. Nisa was immediately invited to sit down.

Nisa: I want to get my driver’s license back

Shela: oh yeah, this (while handing over the driver’s license)

Nisa: (looking in surprise)

Shela: why, dear?

Nisa: what’s that white thing on your hijab?

Policewoman Shela was shocked to hear this. Panicking, she felt her head. Actually, there was nothing there, Nisa was just starting her move.

Nisa: here, let me show you where the white is (standing up from the chair then going behind Shela)

Shela: no need, dear, maybe you saw wrong.

Nisa: I didn’t see wrong. In fact, I know why there was sperm inside your hijab.

Nisa showed the cellphone that was playing the pornographic video of Shela and the man. Shela couldn’t believe what she saw

Nisa: because of you, my thesis trial was canceled. Now what should I do with this video?

Shela: please delete this video. I will do anything

Nisa: anything? Oh then I ask for this

Nisa forcibly pulled off the policewoman’s hijab until it came off and the policewoman’s shiny black hair was clearly visible, tied up right at the crown of her head. Nisa rubbed the policewoman’s bun, she felt something sticky and wet and fishy. This aroused Nisa. “Follow me if you don’t want the recording to spread,” said Nisa. Shela just nodded.

Nisa used handcuffs to tie Shela’s hands behind the chair. After that, Nisa took out a Cape from her bag and covered Sheila’s body.

Sheila: please don’t cut my hair, I…

Nisa: what? Have you promised your master? From now on, you are my slave.

Nisa pulled out Shela’s bun rubber so that her hair was loose. Nisa dragged Nisa’s chair to the bathroom. She wet her hair along the bra strap with water. After Shela’s entire head was wet, Nisa smeared Sheila’s hair with shampoo. In 10 minutes, Nisa shampooed Shela’s foamy hair. Finally, Nisa rinsed it with water until clean.

Finally, Nisa took out a hair dryer and dried Shela’s hair. After that, Nisa tied Shela’s hair into a bun like before. Nisa was about to take scissors from her bag. It turned out she forgot to bring scissors. Nisa dismantled Shela’s table until she found a dagger. “Please, don’t use that. It’s blunt,” said Shela.

Ignoring it, Nisa grabbed Shela’s bun. She pulled the bun down until Shela’s head tilted upwards, then Nisan placed the dagger’s blade right on Shela’s crown and under her bun. Slowly, Nisa sliced ​​the bun while the policewoman cried. It was true what Shela said, the dagger was blunt. Nisa had difficulty slicing the mound of hair of the policewoman. But she enjoyed Shela’s expression of pain. Nisa tightened her strength to slice Shela’s bun.

Shela: please stop, what should I say to him?

Nisa: I won’t and I don’t care.

Shela had indeed had her hair cut by her master and she enjoyed it. But now she felt pain, shame and humiliation. Her hair seemed to be pulled out one by one when the dagger’s blade sliced ​​her bun.

Not long after that, the bun came off Shela’s head. Now Shela’s hair was short, shoulder-length, and messy. Shela was still crying. Because she felt sorry, Nisa left the post to buy scissors at the stall. When she returned to the post, Nisa tidied up Sheila’s haircut. Now, Sheila’s hair was short and crew cut like a soldier.

Nisa: Enough, don’t cry. If your master asks you why? Just say that this is my doing and I’m just like him.

Shela: What do you mean?

Nisa: You don’t need to know, your master will understand. Let me take responsibility

After everything was done, Nisa put her bun into a plastic bag. She immediately drove back home. At home, she’s admiring her own work. This policewoman hairbun is so fluffy, squezzy and its sexy. She put that cunk of hair inside a special wardrobe where she put her collection: ponytails, buns, braid of her victims. Who will be next?