I'm Agnetha

[agnetha]

Hi Tommy,

and I'm glad you like my stories, I have a lot of fun writing them too. As to most recent experiences, I do still get up to no good (!), often.

Seeing as its Christmas I thought I'd say about a very fun experience (for me!), but an unusual one, from way back, at about this time of year - this site really brings some memories right into focus !

I was a couple of years out of college and was assigned to help on a training course at a local hotel with some regional managers from our firm. I got to organise the flipcharts, the overnight stays and the coffee (well it was the 80's).
Most of the first day I spent scribbling away on the charts while the chaps chattered away, not very exciting! After they'd had dinner the seminar turned to the competition and that as some of them had female sales reps, they were at an advantage. More specifically that this was discussed as a dirty tactic as the woman would/could use her charms/persuasiveness to make business go smoothly. I just kept taking notes until the manager from Surrey looked up at me and asked if I had any views, being the only woman in the room. I did of course and pointed out that only a certain type of man would be swayed. This caused huge laughter and various "dirty slut" comments, led by the Surrey chap, a very confident, overbearing man of about 40. I walked out to the bar in disgust. Not the best of days so far.

Later the guy from Surrey came over to see me complete with a bottle of champagne, profusely apologising, mainly to my clevage. I was getting annoyed. He just wouldn't go and wouldn't take no, thinking he had some right because of his position, and perhaps because I was young. It was clear what he wanted so I decided it was time to sort this out.
I put on a little of my seductive act, got his room number in 2 minutes flat an told him to be ready, naked in 10 minutes and that I'd give him the time of his life. He practically ran up those stairs.

On the dot I was at his door, still smouldering. He opened it with a flourish, and a bit of a wobble, (he'd had a few). What nearly threw me was the hair, he was covered! I'd never seen so much hair apart from on a dog, still, I smiled and pushed him backwards and onto the bed. There was just no way I wanted to be anywhere near intimate with him, but I wanted to teach him a lesson or two about how you shouldn't always get what you wish for (it was Christmas!).

Some more seductive noises about how powerful he was, and how I wanted to take all night and I knew from his eyes and his smallsize erection that he was mine!
I took his tie and tied one wrist around the bedpost and fondled his balls a little (that hair!). I took off my tights to tie the other hand and found two more ties in his wardrobe for his ankles. I stood back and looked at the naked hairball grinning up at me. I suppose I didn't look too threatening so I gave his balls a fairly hard squeeze and told him that I was really going to be a slut tonight, but first he had to be clean.

He was all for it saying he'd do anything, absolutely anything. I took out a clean hankerchief and stuffed it in his mouth as I pulled his balls downwards, only his eyes changed, going wide, I gave a nice firm squeeze and let go. His breath came in snorts a bit but I didn't care.

It was the hair that decided it, I had to shave him. I took out my scissors, lifted the now soft dick and began to snip away. He writhed about a little but I told him I might slip and put the cold steel against his right testicle. He went very still as I cut away at his hairs. I teased him all the while, saying that this would help him make the most of his assets and that dirty sluts did like their men clean. He did get erect a couple of times but the cold blades against his balls soon stopped that!

After a while the hairs got very short so I went to his bathroom and came back with his shaving brush, warm water and a razor. His face went pale and his breathing became very fast. I told him that it was time for a more personal service as I soaped his scrotum, using my nails to get the lather into all the right places. He squirmed a bit but the flash of the razor brought instant stillness so I could scrape away with ease. It took awhile to do but I shaved him all around his cock, around his balls but I left the hairs behind and on the front of his balls, and up his cock.

I dried him off and let him recover for a few long minutes, sat between his legs and just handling him lightly until he relaxed and got hard again, teasing that he was just perfect now for a slut like me, and that we had hours until brekfast. He mumbled through his gag and looked up at me like a child in a candy store. I glanced theatrically at his balls and said that ooops I'd been a silly slut and missed a bit. I quickly got sellotape from my bag and, without letting him see, pressed it all along the hairs I'd deliberately missed, from under his balls to about halfway up the underneath of his cock.

I played with him some more, his balls were so smooth and I'm sure he appreciated every little bit of their exposure to my hands and nails as I worked them around. He soon couldn't take more and I held his balls from underneath, and just as he made to come I yanked up the sellotape as hard as I could.

He fainted, I dressed and left.


Merry Christmas


Aggie x