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Thom + Emily
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From: [email protected] (Thomas Hand)
Subject: Story: Thom and Emily
Date: Tue, 11 May 1993 20:08:03 GMT
Following is a pretty mild, hetero D and S story. I wrote it for my S.O.'s
amusement; hope you'll enjoy it, too. I'm very interested in feedback
(pos or neg), especially from others who have done something like what is
described in the story.
Thom
Thom and Emily
by
Thomas J. Hand
© Copyright, T.J.Hand, 1993
"I wonder how far I'll get with this", Thom thought. "Well, here
goes" he said out loud as he picked up the phone and started to dial.
"Hello?"
"Hi Honey, it's me." He tried to sound normal, not wanting to
portray the nervousness he felt. He was used to just letting things happen
and this was the first time he had tried to actually "set" something up.
"Oh Thom, I miss you", Emily said to him right away. "I can't wait
to see you tomorrow night." She emphasized the word 'wait'. "It's been
such a long week without you." She paused, then added, "I'm really
horny." She lowered her voice at the end of the sentence and Thom could
feel his wife blushing over the phone. Emily was the perfect combination
of shy and easily embarassed one minute, yet wanton and uninhibited the
next. He attributed their fantastic sex life entirely to her and her
ability to turn him on with her lustful play in bed.
"Emily?"
"Yes Thom?"
"I was wondering if you'd like to try something new tomorrow when I
get home from my trip. It could be exciting."
"Welllll...", she answered slowly, "what did you have in mind?" There
was a definite twinkle in her voice. She knew Thom could be pretty
imaginative, and that he thought about sex with her all the time.
"When I get home I want you to be wearing stockings and a garter
belt, very sheer black lace underwear, a low cut blouse and a skirt. Maybe
you could pick out something new during the day before I get home."
Emily paused just briefly before speaking. When she answered, Thom
thought he heard her voice dip slightly lower like she was starting to get
excited. "Oh, Thom!" "You bad boy! What are you going to do with me?"
Yes!, Thom thought to himself, she definitely sounds interested!
She's probably even hornier than I am, it's been so long. Out loud he
simply said to her, "you'll see tomorrow. Now pick out something nice
but a little naughty and I'll see you tomorrow night."
"OK Honey, I will. I can't wait to see you!"
"Me too! Good night Honey."
- - -
Thom's flight home was only a few minutes late, but each second
seemed like an eternity to him as he anticipated the night ahead. Thom's
dirty mind had been at work all day and now was racing in overdrive
thinking about his beautiful wife. Soon he was at the door to his house
and stepping into the kitchen Thom saw Emily standing before him. Because
she was normally modest in her dress, he was a little startled at first by
what he saw.
She had certainly taken his instructions literally. Emily had on a
white chiffon blouse that revealed her shoulders as well as a considerable
amount of her cleavage. Through her blouse he could clearly see a black
strapless half-bra obviously made from expensive and delicate lace. It
framed the round curves of her breasts beautifully. Her black skirt was
tighter and shorter than anything he had ever seen her in and the black
stockings added just the slightly sleazy touch that he was hoping for.
"Oh, I missed you!!" they both said at the same time as they
embraced. He held her close to him and squeezed her tight before kissing
her. It was a long, deep kiss, their tongues encircling each other's
mouths. Her mouth was so soft and wet and Thom continued kissing her hard.
Thom could feel his heart start to race, and he sensed the anticipation in
Emily as she wondered what they were going to do.
"So, how do I look?", she inquired.
"You look fantastic!", Thom exclaimed with enthusiasm.
"You don't think I look too slutty, do you?", Emily asked, a little
bit of her shyness portrayed in her voice.
"I don't care", Thom said. "Tonight I want you to be my whore.
You are going to do everything I want you to do, because you are going to
be such a good whore."
Emily lowered her eyes before speaking. "I _am_ your whore, Thom",
she said so softly that he had to strain to hear her words. "You can do
_anything_ you want to do to me." Thom heard her voice quiver ever so
slightly. "I only want to please you."
"Good", Thom said, "then the first thing we'll do is finish
preparing you. All sluts who love to fuck shave their pussy's. I'm going
to shave you so you'll look like a whore." Emily's eyes widened but she
didn't say anything. Thom continued, "To find out what shape I will shave
your pussy hair into, we're going to go look at some slutty cunts."
Now Emily's eyes really widened and Thom could tell she wondered
just what the hell he meant by this. "We're going to go over to Tops 'n
Tails." At the mention of the area's sleazyest nude bar, Emily's cheeks
flushed red.
"But Thom...," her voice trailed off.
"No 'buts'", he quickly interrupted. "If you are going to be my
whore tomight, you need to get started. You are dressed perfectly, so
let's go." With that Thom took her hand and led her to the car. Thom knew
that Emily had never been in a strip joint before, so he imagined that her
mind must have been frantically wondering what she was in for there.
As they entered the darkened, smokey room Thon noticed the bouncer
check Emily out, and he noticed Emily's reaction to the learing stare.
This was definitely right on the edge for her and he could feel the
tenseness and nervousness in her body through the hand he kept tightly
around her waist.
"Come on", he said as he led her to a table alongside the long stage
that jutted out into the room.
Thom watched Emily quickly scan the room to see who was looking at
her, and when she realized that just about everybody was she started to
blush again. She was the only woman in the room except for the dancer on
stage. She realized that all of the men in the room must be thinking she
was a slut to be in there. Before either of them had a chance to speak,
however, the dancer swirled over toward them. She was in the middle of
her act and was down to just a g-string.
A blond, possibly even natural, with teased out hair and silicone
enhanced breasts, she was quite striking. Thom pulled out his wallet and
placed a dollar on the rail in front of them. The dancer knelt down in
front of them and with a quick motion removed her g-string revealing a
small tuft of very fine blond hair, rectangular in shape sitting atop her
pussy.
As she moved in front of them to the music Thom leaned over and
asked Emily, "what do you think of that shape? Would you like me to shave
you like that?"
"It's, ,uh, , good", Emily stammered, as she watched the dancer roll
onto her back, throw her legs up into the air and slowly open them into a
wide V, exposing all of herself. As Thom looked over at Emily he could
see her nipples poking against her lacey bra. He didn't know if it was the
excitement of seeing this woman act this way, or if she was thinking of all
the men staring at her and wondering what they must be thinking about her,
or if she was excited about what was going to happen to her later.
The next girl on stage was a dark haired girl, possibly with a
trace of Hispanic blood in her with several tatooes on her breasts,
shoulders and bottom. She didn't even wait the usual two songs to get it
all off. This time Thom had Emily place the dollar on the counter, telling
her to do it slowly so everyone in the bar could see what a slut she really
was. The dancer noticed too and made a special show, directing it all at
Emily instead of thom. She was shaved in a Mohawk, a thin stripe of black
hair extending up from her pussy.
Now Emily's tits were standing out, pressing through the thin
lace of her bra and the sheer fabric of her blouse. She turned to Thom
and said, "I want to go now. I'm so hot! I want you now!"
Thom's hand had been resting on Emily's leg as they had been
sitting there. He slowly moved it up her thigh and under her skirt.
"Oh, no, no, please, please don't!" Emily put her hand on his arm
but offered no resistance as it continued to move up her leg. Thom's
fingers reached Emily's panties and he felt the thin lace covering her
bush. He pulled at the hairs just under the edge of them.
"These will have to go if you want to be my whore", he whispered in
her ear. He ran one finger across her mound and then slowly down between
her legs. As he did, Emily tilted her head back slightly and moaned ever
so softly.
"Oh, oh, no, no, please," she cried out to him in a barely audible
voice. "Don't touch me like that, I can't stand any more!"
Thom felt the moistness of cum on her panties and realized it was
time to go. His cock was stiff inside his shorts and he could feel them
getting wet from the pre-cum that had been dripping out.
Just then another dancer came by. A brunnette with small, firm
tits and erect nipples just like Emily's when she got hot. The dancer
stopped in front of them and went down on all fours, her ass arched into
the air, pointed right at them both. Her legs were spread open enough to
see the lips of her cunt hanging down and a fuzzy patch of hair. She
rolled around, sat up on her knees and arched her back to show off her
pussy and the generous patch of dark brown hair above it.
Quickly, Thom said to Emily, "This is what I want you to look like
for me."
"Yes, yes. Please, please, let's go. Let's go do it now. I
really want you, I'm ready for what ever you want to do to me."
They raced back to their house and quickly went to the bedroom. As
they embraced and kissed, Thom removed first Emily's blouse, and then her
skirt and panties, leaving her in her bra and garter belt. When his hand
brushed against her skin he could feel her quiver in anticipation,
Thom went to the bathroom and when he returned to the bedroom he
found it illuminated in a deep red light. Emily had positioned herself on
the bed, laying back against a pile of pillows with her knees drawn up and
legs wide apart. Even in the dim light Thom could see the glistening of
cum on the hair around her cunt.
He plugged in the electric razor and moved between Emily's legs.
Switching it on, it hummed loudly, as he popped up the sideburn cutters and
started outlining the new shape of Emily's slut pussy. As he worked his way
around the triangle of her hair Emily moaned, "Oh! That feels so good, so
sexy. You're so naughty!" The vibration of the razor combined with the
thought of being transformed into a slut seemed to be having a powerful
effect. "I'm your whore Thom, you can do anything you want to me."
As Thom continued the shaping, he pulled at her cunt lips, first to
one side and then the other. He noticed a pool of delicious clear cum
puddling up in the corner of Emily's gorgeous cunt, and he thought of how
tasty it would be later.
When he was done with the electric razor Thom reached over for a
hot washcloth and gently placed it on Emily's pussy. This seemed to send
shock waves through her whole body and Thom wondered if the warmth and
moistness of it had caused Emily to cum. Thom looked up at her. Emily had
her head back, her chest was arched out and her nipples extended sharply
through the lacey fabric of her bra, pointing straight up at the ceiling.
She was now breathing laborously.
After a few moments he removed the hot cloth and taking some
shaving cream into his hand, spread it slowly onto the freshly trimmed
stubble. He carefully worked it into the hair with his finger tips,
massaging the whole area around her cunt with the cool cream. Thom took
his razor from a bucket of hot water he had brought in and started shaving.
He began at the top of her bush and deliberately, meticulously shaved around
the untouched mound of fur that he had so carefully outlined. He worked
his way down the area where her inner thigh joined her body and delicately
removed all the hair around her cunt. It took a long time and Thom enjoyed
every minute of it.
As he continued shaving Thom spoke to Emily, "You have such a
beautiful cunt. I love to look at it. I love to smell it. I will love
having it out in the open with nothing but smooth skin around it."
"It is your cunt Thom, it is all yours. I'm your slut. You can do
anything you please to me and I'll love it. I'm your whore."
"You're such a good whore. You know how to please me so well.
You're such a nasty cunt for me."
Thom finished shaving and cleaned off the remaining lather with the
wet cloth. He carefully patted Emily dry and then got out a bottle of
cream. He rubbed some first on Emily's inner thighs, teasing her a little,
then rubbed some on the freshly shaved areas. He massaged her around her
cunt, pressing his thumb into her muscles, working his finger tips around
her entire pubic region.
"Oh, yes, yes! Hmmmm, that feels so good!!" Emily was really
turned on now. Her voice had dropped in pitch and she was getting louder,
insistant. It would not take much to have her cum now, Thom thought.
He lowered his head between her legs. With his fingers he gently
pulled apart her cunt lips to reveal the moist pink inside. The lips had
turned a deep purple, engorged with sexual excitement, and they made a
remarkable and lovely contrast to the now-smooth white skin next to them.
Thom lowered his face to her cunt and breathed in the heady odor of sex.
His tongue dipped into her hole and with it he dug out a thick glob of
cum. It tasted so good! There was nothing like the first taste of a pussy
that had been dripping with excitement for hours, he thought, as he moved
back quickly for another lick.
This time his tongue went deeper and he stroked up the whole
length of her now sopping cunt.
"Oh God!! Oh, OH, GOD!!! Eat me, SUCK ME!" Emily cried.
Thom's tongue moved back and forth quickly. With his lips he
sucked in Emily's cunt lips, pulling them out away from her body. He
sucked her lips in and out, in and out, stretching them and feeling them
glide across his tongue and lips.
"Oh, oh, ooooh", she moaned in ecstasy.
"You're such a good little whore", he reminded her, as if she
needed any reminding of how slutty she had been.
"Yes, YES, I'm your whore! I'm your cunt. Please use me, I want
you to use me. Take me, take me! Use me like a dirty whore!"
Thom's tongue found her clit and he dragged his tongue across it with
force. As he did this, Emily's whole body convulsed. He sucked her entire
cunt into his mouth, biting down hard onto her swollen lips, roughly
pulling them out again. He had to grab onto the cheeks of her ass and hold
her she was writhing so. He released the suction and brought his tongue
back to her clit, flicking it with his whole tongue as fast and as hard as
he could.
Again he sucked in her whole cunt into his mouth, his tongue
probing as deeply as he could reach, slurping up the delicious nectar of
her cum. He squeezed her cunt lips with his mouth, then quickly brought
his tongue back to bear on her clit, stroking it feverishly.
Emily shreiked in pleasure, "I'm cumming, I'M CUMMING!", as her
legs stiffened and the orgasm overwhelmed her.
"UUUUHYESSS!!", she cried.
Her body, which had arched up into the air, collapsed onto the bed as her
release finally came.
"YES! YES! YES! YES!", her words were an echo of the pleasure she had
just felt.
Thom kept working his tongue, slowly and gently now, until her orgasm had
subsided, and then pulled his body up to be alongside hers, cradling her in
his arms.
It took Emily quite a while to calm down from her orgasms, and they laid
there together, unable to move, exhausted from their efforts.
It took a long time before either of them could catch their breath enough
to speak. Thom sat up slightly and looked at Emily lovingly. She was
drenched in sweat from her efforts, her hair was a wild mess sticking to
the dampness of her cheeks and neck, her makeup completely smudged, her
body flush all over from the excitement and strenuousness of their
lovemaking. He could only grin foolishly, as he told her, "God! I love you
_SO_ much! You're the best!"
"You're the best lover, the best husband in the whole world. You
make me crazy!", she said. "I love being your whore. I'll be your whore
whenever you want me to."
Thom smiled at her again. His mind was already thinking.
----to be continued----
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