London, 2024.
After a half year of studying, writing, and fucking at Oxford University, Emma Watson completed her first novella. Full of wall-to-wall sex and various perversions, and all inspired by her own experience. plus some wild imagination. She had returned to her flat in London to proofread and finalise her work and avoid any untoward distractions. Inspired by Muriel Spark, she entitled the story, 'The Prime of Miss Emma W. Or, the Ribald Escapades of an Englishwoman Abroad.' And here it is.
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Emma W celebrated her twenty-first birthday by achieving a University of Oxford Master's in History of Art, Architecture, and Design.
Barely five feet five, the graceful Emma had a porcelain complexion and light brown hair with warm honey highlights. Her eyes had a dreamy effect with the heavy lids and her perfectly groomed brows. She had a long elegant neck and a slim figure with B cup-sized breasts which despite being on the small side looked perfect for her lithe stature. They were the type that looked superb from any angle. Her hips were narrow and the flexible slenderness of her waist accentuated her natural elegance. Her admirable legs were slender and her cute posterior looked divine. Her upper thighs described a letter V which led the eye to her trimmed back pubis that sat snugly between her upper thighs.
Barely a year ago, the typically demure English rose had lost her virginity to Kieran, her boyfriend of just four weeks. Sex had come late to Emma as she had immersed herself in her studies, but when it seemed she had done enough to gain her degree she succumbed to the inevitable and made love for the first time to the ever-frustrated Kieran. It had been a revelation to the twenty-year old who now embraced all that was carnal. After the third time of having sex, she told her lover;
"Do whatever you like with me. Teach me the way."
How wonderful it had been to abandon herself so completely. She wallowed in the glorious pleasure that a man ignited in her body in the moment of lovemaking. How she loved that feel of a thick shaft spearing her again and again, and the sensation of a stiff cock swelling in her cunt at the second of climax. They fucked all summer, day and night, and Emma thought that being insatiable was the be-all and end-all. Sex was indispensable, unable to be avoided, and more than welcome.
So it was a wrench when she accepted the invitation to study and research in Bangkok for a year. She and Kieran drifted apart before her departure leaving the ever-horny Emma to pleasure herself for the period between their separation and her flight. She settled into a routine where she made her final travel plans during the days and relaxed in the evenings.
Emma undressed and delighted in sliding her palms all over her lithe naked body. As she stood at the foot of her bed she caressed her flanks and moved in to cup her pert breasts. Her nipples were permanently erect and she twiddled them in order to receive that tingle begin in her loins. Her hands glided over the soft swell of her belly and on down to her snatch. Her buttocks tightened as she curved her right hand around her pussy mound.
She flopped back onto the bed and kicked her legs out wide. Her thighs twitched as she teased herself by stroking that sensitive concave of flesh where her inner thigh met her vulva. Emma cocked her head as her fingers deftly plunged up inside her muff opening her inner folds to feel her growing moistness. Her mound was partially shaven and the absence of hair there meant her delectable slit was dramatically revealed.
"There you go."
To recapture the way Kieran's hard cock penetrated her, Emma eased not one but two digits up her cunt. A rush of moisture met her fingertips as she frigged herself with slow strokes. She lay back on her sumptuous pillows and thrust up so that her bottom left the bed as she humped her fingers in a semblance of fucking. Emma sighed from the sensation of unbelievable pleasure and her body convulsed as she exploded and she uttered unearthly groans that emanated from the back of her throat. As she drifted off to sleep as usual she dreamed of sultry Thailand and its promise of sun and sex.
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Thailand, 2011.
As England barely baked in an underwhelming summer of 2011, Emma W took off from Heathrow for a twelve-hour flight from Heathrow to Bangkok's international airport Suvarnabhumi. The long flight would be mostly in darkness as the 'Red Eye' made its way across half the globe. There were not that many passengers on this plane and Emma had three seats all to herself. She hoped to sleep most of the way, abandoning herself to the soft foam of all of the seats.
Across from her row and about three ahead her eyes met those of another solo passenger. He looked to be about thirty-something with fair hair swept back to show off his thick sideburns. As the cabin felt somewhat fresh he had kept on his cashmere sweater. But the soft fabric did little to conceal what looked like a bulky frame beneath. Her stare was interrupted when another male passenger brushed by her as he walked down the aisle. He didn't seem to be a Western type with swarthy dark good looks and black hair. He was seated close to the other chap but they did not converse.
Thai Airways was gracious enough to provide lots of blankets and pillows for the comfort of those wishing to sleep. The dome lights dimmed and the only light came from the emergency footlights. After three hours of settling down and taking supper, Emma decided to sleep. Once the busy stewardesses had passed her area, Emma lifted her dress off over her head and snuggled under the wool blankets in just her panties. She lay on her side and buried her hands between her legs, enjoying the odd thrum of the engines of the Boeing jet and the insistent vibrations of the fast-moving fuselage.
He made no sound as a shadowy figure merged with her semi-nude body across the three seats. His hand cupped her mouth to stop her from crying out and when he felt Emma would not scream he relinquished his grip.
"What?"
"Shush!" he answered as he rid her of her thin underwear.
Emma knew no fear as the faceless man placed a rough hand between her bared buttocks and sawed back and forth. Facing away from him and staring at the closed port hole, Emma felt her lower body being pulled back against him. She gasped when his freed-up boner nudged her inner thigh. He moved one hand over her softly rounded belly before slipping south to run along her moist gash. His big paw covered her mound completely and he deftly used his middle digit to trail the soft furrow of her pussy slit. As he frigged her Emma shunted back and forth, letting his erection ride up the cleft between her nether cheeks in a dry hump. He knew what he was doing as he brought her to the boil, lubing her up for his cock no doubt.
The angle of their entwined bodies meant Emma was unable to see which man was seducing her. Her imagination took over as she pictured him to be an Arab Sheik, a film star, or even an African with a ten-inch cock. Her aching pussy begged to be filled and when her anonymous lover took her by her hips she purred with delight. With one leg between hers, he entered her with one huge lunge up. Emma hissed and grabbed onto the back of one of the seats as he began to stroke to and fro, driving ever deeper into her twat. His grip on her hips was iron clad and she realised she was a toy for him to amuse himself with. Determined to join in, Emma strummed her clit as her head dipped low. Several weeks without a man had turned her manic.
Muted by the jet engines his persistent slapping into her rear end increased as he got into his stride. From her inferior position, Emma was imprisoned in his powerful arms and his deep jabs into her cunt brought her to climax with relative ease. Her unknown lover grunted three times as his hose gushed his cum into her. He rammed into her almost violently as he spurted, feeding her with his full length five times with dramatic two-second pauses in between. Thank heavens for the pill she thought.
Frozen to the spot, Emma felt him withdraw and his seed dripped out of her quim onto the blanket underneath her quivering legs. She became calmer and when she decided to turn around he had vanished. With her upper body uncovered she looked down the aisle at the two men she had studied earlier. Cashmere man was huddled under a blanket and the swarthy one was also snoozing. Which one had ravished her? What intrigue to begin her Eastern adventure.
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After the long-haul flight, Emma finally arrived in Bangkok. Part teeming City of golden temples, one part modern and futuristic, and one part very seedy. Bangkok has it all. Extraordinary architecture, appetite-inducing food, and a tropical climate.
Everybody knows Bangkok is infamous for its nightlife and unique clubs and after dusk, the glow of the neon lights of strip bars and go-go bars entice those who wish to partake. Prostitutes parade up and down the streets and scour the car parks while fat old men seek young Thai girls.
After getting the Sky train to Siam Square, followed by an 'unrequested' tour of the area by an enthusiastic cab driver in a Tuk Tuk, she was dropped off at the home of her hostess for the duration, Miss Susan Jameson. This was an older part of the City and she had to cross a dirty canal that was bordered by huts made of bamboo.
