6 comments/ 46302 views/ 0 favorites Emily the Demon Barber By: davidwatts Emily and David are back in yet another strange adventure. Thanks to all for your support and comments so far. Emily first appeared in "Emily the Church Lady" and "Emily Goes Door to Door". Like those tales, this was written to be read as a separate story, but it would certainly make the author happy if you were to read the others as well, if you haven't already. I submitted the story in the Fetish category, but there is not an single overpowering theme to the story. Exhibitionist and voyeur was also a possibility. **** 1. Vacationing with Emily. It was the middle of June, the time of year in the northeast when rainy spring begins to turn into the all too brief summer. We had been a pair for much of the year, Emily and myself, and it had been a marvelous adventure thus far. We enjoyed being in each other's company, and while we agreed on many of life's issues, we differed on enough things to make it constantly interesting. We decided to take a short vacation together, and had settled on a trip to Cape Cod, about a four hour journey east. We planned to spend a long weekend out there, hoping to beat the madness of summer by going when we did, and prayed we would get lucky with the weather that time of year. Emily said that she knew a place that was fairly reasonable and a little bit out of the way. I had only been out there once before, and I found it hard to believe that such a place existed in Provincetown, but I was game for anything involving Emily. So it was that we headed off on a cool and rainy Friday morning, hoping for better weather as we went toward the Cape. Naturally, the damp and dismal weather followed us as we drove east, and managed to become even more miserable the closer we got to our destination. Lighting was flashing all around us as we drove through Truro, toward Provincetown on the tip of the Cape. The weather reports kept promising better weather for the weekend, so we kept our chins up as we pulled into our motel parking lot. The thought of being in a motel room with Emily for a weekend with nothing to do but... you know, was not all that horrible a scenario regardless of how the weather turned out. Quiet and out of the way are terms that mean different things to different people, I figured out. The place was very nice though, and for Provincetown I suppose it was relatively secluded. The term "fairly reasonable" was also relative, as I almost had a stroke when I saw the price of the room. When I saw that the price was not the total for the three nights, but for EACH night, I thought cardiac arrest was on the horizon. Emily didn't blink, however, and whipped out her credit card as we checked in. I protested and moved toward my wallet but Emily cut me off. "No David" Emily said firmly, "this was my idea so I'm paying. You can take care of the meals and stuff." I agreed to that with a sigh of relief that I hoped was not as audible as I feared. It then hit me that we had never discussed money or salaries, and the possiblity existed that she might be a lot better off than I was. Certainly without the college bills I had assumed for my sons, that was not impossible. The room was truly gorgeous; with a view of the bay, a jacuzzi in the bathroom and the swimming pool just far enough away to be available but not so close as to be noisy. The windows were open, and as the salty air filled my lungs, I was reminded of how hungry I was, and how dinner time was fast approaching. "What should we do, my dear?" I asked Emily as we unpacked our things. "Well, we know that we wanted to go out to dinner one night at a really nice place" Emily reminded me, holding up the slinky black dress that I had bought her when we first started seeing each other. "Maybe tomorrow night would be better for that" I suggested, looking outside. While it had cleared a bit, it still was not exactly an ideal afternoon. "No, not tomorrow night" Emily said, a little more decisively than I would have expected. "Why my dear?" I asked. "Did we have something planned for tomorrow night?" "Oh, no" Emily said while tossing her undies in a drawer. "It's just that we were going on the whale watch tomorrow morning, right? What happens if we get sick on the boat or something and don't feel good?" "Yeah, I suppose so" I agreed. "Speaking of the whale watch, I bought something you can wear on the boat tomorrow" I said while digging into my suitcase. I found the bag I was looking for and brought it over to Emily, who was brushing some imaginary lint off that exquisite black cocktail dress. How I longed to see her in that! "I figured you'd want to see me in this dress on the boat" Emily said with a giggle. "An black evening gown on a whale watching boat?" I laughed. "That's silly! Besides, the salt would stain it. Here, I got you these, and you can take your pick. Here's number one." I held up the red blouse, a glorified tube top of sorts. No shoulder straps, with a front that was kept together by laces. Emily's eyes rolled back a second after I held it up. "Next!" Emily immediately announced as she gave me a tsk-tsk type look. "You don't like it?" I asked, my feelings a little hurt as I had pictured how sensational she would look in that. "Okay, then this one you'll love!" I held up the other top. This one was a light blue sleeveless blouse with little spaghetti straps. "David," Emily moaned as she shook her head, "I can't wear those." "Why not?" I asked her. "I think they're really cute and I thought you'd look amazing in them. "I can't wear blouses like those" she said while taking the red one off the bed. "You can't wear a bra with either of those!" "So what? I said. "You don't need to wear a bra." "I know that already David" Emily said. "You don't have to rub it in." "That's not what I meant and you know it" I insisted. "You're on vacation, and nobody even knows you here." Emily picked up the light blue blouse and, after holding it up, took off her clothes and put it on. I helped tie the strings and stood back and admired her view. The thin cotton was a tad more revealing than I had thought, but Emily still looked wonderful. "Well, at least this one has straps to keep it up" Emily mused. "The other one would fall right down on me. You need something on top to be able to wear things like that." Despite my months of positive reinforcement, Emily was still self-conscious about her breasts, or lack thereof. I knew all about lack of confidence and negative body images, but I failed to see how anyone could look at this woman and not declare her gorgeous looking. One guy had, and the resulting damage was apparently as extensive as it was difficult to shake. "Honey, you're beautiful" I said hugging her close. "I'm going to keep telling you that until you figure it out for yourself. If you don't want to wear either of these blouses, that's fine by me." "Well, maybe this one" Emily said. "We'll see." 2. Dressing for dinner. Emily finally decided she would rather go out on the town tonight, as the rain had let up. I showered and got dressed while Emily bathed. When she came out of the bathroom I watched as she walked around getting her things ready. I thought back to our first encounters, when Emily would hide herself from me, not letting me get even a glimpse of her naked or even close to it. I had even thought that she had horrible scars or something that she was trying to hide. Looking at Emily prance around naked, I thought how silly she had been, even though there were reasons behind it. From behind, I admired her cute rear end and shapely legs. Her back and shoulders were tiny, but almost muscular in a way. Not bony at all, but slender. Petite, she would always correct me when I would use another term. Her barely five foot frame probably couldn't weigh a hundred pounds if she was soaking wet and carrying a rib roast. I came up behind Emily and put my hands on her shoulders, rubbing them softly and looking over her at our reflection in the dresser mirror, enjoying the smile that came to her face as she looked up at us. My hands slid under her arms and cupped her tiny breasts, squeezing them gently and feeling those bulbous aureolas start to respond to my touch. Emily started squirming and let her head fall back onto my chest. "Almost dinner time, isn't it David?" Emily reminded me. "Better not start something we can't finish. Besides, you had better save your energy, because after dinner I'm going to wear you out!" "Got something planned?" I asked, always in the mood for any of her wacky schemes. "You'll see!" Emily said. "David, if I'm going to wear that beautiful dress, there's something I'm going to have to do first." "Thank me?" I kidded. "You already did, and wearing that dress is going to be thanks enough anyway." "No, not that David" Emily said while lifting her hands up and reaching back to run her hands through my hair. "I've got to shave." I looked down at Emily's underarms and smiled at the sight of the tiny wisps of golden hair nestled in the gentle recesses of her armpits. In our early days, I had mentioned the fact that I found women who chose not to shave very attractive, and without my asking Emily had let the hair under her arms grow. While I was shocked that she had done this, I figured that it might make her uncomfortable to be seen like this, and was not surprised by her decision. "Oh well," I said, sliding my hands over from her breasts and toying with the sparse fur, so blonde and so fine that it was almost invisible. "It was fun while it lasted," I said. "At least I can kiss it goodbye" I announced and proceeded to do just that, nibbling and kissing the silky down while enjoying Emily squirm with pleasure just like she always did. "Arrrrgghh... David, not now!" Emily yelped while finally breaking away. "You remember this later when I have you begging for mercy!" "I'll try" I said, while Emily took a package of disposable razors from the suitcase. "I thought you'd get more bent out of shape about this" Emily said. "Sorry if I disappointed you there, kiddo" I said. "It's you I'm crazy about, and everything else is just... stuff. I want you to be comfortable with yourself and happy." Emily smiled and wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me in that insanely passionate way of hers that never failed to arouse me. "Do you want to do it?" Emily asked shyly. "You know I do" I said, and cupped her butt tightly while pulling her close. "Not that" Emily said softly. "Do you want to shave me?" "Hmmmmm.... okay, sure" I said, and while in all honesty the thought had occurred to me before, I began to get very interested in the prospect. Frankly, every opportunity to touch Emily always appealed to me. "I read where Sharon Stone said that shaving your partner is the most sensual thing imaginable" Emily whispered to me. "Let's see if she's right" I responded and helped Emily lay towels on the bed. Emily produced a can of shaving gel and razor and gave me the works before hopping onto the bed and laying on her back. "Just be careful David" Emily said. "Start with my legs, they're really hairy." I sat next to Emily on the bed and squirted a little of the gel into my palm while looking at Emily's legs, trying to see what it was that I would be removing. I had to run my hand up and down her leg before I finally found what I was looking for. These were the "really hairy" legs that Emily referred to, a narrow strip of light down on the insides of her lower calves. No wonder I had never felt anything but smooth skin when I would massage her legs, because there was practically nothing there. I dutifully rubbed the gel around, watching it foam up in response. I tried to make it last as long as I could, letting the razor glide effortlessly up from Emily's ankle to just shy of her knee, and then repeating the process on the other leg. "Mmmmmmm... this is so nice" Emily cooed as I mowed away quietly. "Are you having fun David?" "Of course I am" I assured her, and I was. Despite never having cared much about leg hair one way or another, I was fascinated by doing this, and was just getting into it when it was done. I took some baby oil and rubbed it over Emily's calves while enjoying their silky smoothness, although in all honesty I didn't feel much difference in them now. "There, how did I do?" I asked, getting up from the bed as Emily sat up and ran her hands up and down her legs. "Great!" Emily announced. "You did a wonderful job too, with no nicks or cuts at all." "Was it as sensuous as Sharon Stone promised you?" I asked while cleaning the razor off. "It wasn't the most sensual thing we've done, but it was way up there" Emily said while grinning widely. "I see you liked it too" she said, while nodding toward my crotch. "That always gives me away, doesn't it?" I asked, while attempting to shift my erection around in my pants to make it less obvious. Emily laughed and fell back on the bed, putting her hands behind her head, all the while watching me studiously as I sat up my her side. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Emily asked. "What do you mean?" I asked. "I think it was you that asked me to do it, didn't you?" My hand reached down and stroked the little wisp of hair in the center of the gentle hollow of Emily's right armpit, and tried to figure out if there was a way I could make this last more than one brief stroke. "I dunno. I just thought that you would try to talk me out of it, that's all" Emily said. "I didn't talk you into it, as I recall" I mentioned. "If it makes you feel uncomfortable, it's not worth it to me." "It was kinda weird being all hairy" Emily said, beginning to squirm as my fingers kept stroking the sensitive underside of her arm. "Especially when I went to the doctor last week" Emily continued. "I hadn't even thought about it, but then there I was with the doctor probing around under my arms during the checkup." "Oooooh... tell me more" I said. "The doctor, was it a man or a woman." "The doctor was a man and the nurse was a woman" Emily said. "So they were both groping all over you and..." "Are you out of your freaking mind, David?" Emily said while shaking with laughter. "It was a freakin' doctor's office! What do you think goes on there anyway?" "Probably not nearly as much as I imagined" I admitted, as I prepared to go back to work. I ran my hands over Emily's chest, her breasts disappearing as she reclined, leaving only those magnificent strawberry-sized auroelas jutting proudly upward. I found it impossible to resist a sweet caress of those puffy delights in passing before reaching for the can of gel. "You're sure doing this won't bother you, David?" Emily asked once more. "Emily, whatever you decide is fine with me" I insisted. "I think it's sexy as hell like this, but I also thought you were sexy when you were smooth as silk too. Remember? It's only a little hair, after all." "Do you mean that David?" Emily asked, and I nodded with certainty. "Okay, I'll remember that!" Emily announced, and suddenly jumped up from the bed, leaving me sitting there with a handful of goo in my hand and a confused expression on my face. "Huh? What do I do with this?" I asked, looking at the blue gunk in my palm. "Save it for later!" Emily announced as she went to the dresser and began to get ready. "I'll be using it on you later. After all, it's only hair!" 3. Dinner and beyond. We had a nice dinner at an upscale Provincetown restaurant, and I got to discover what a thirty five dollar filet mignon tastes like. Not surprisingly, it tasted quite a bit like the twenty five dollar variety, but it was enjoyable anyway. It might have been my imagination, but Emily was the main attraction in the place. That dress was absolutely stunning on her. Emily had gotten her haircut before we went, changing from the Goldie Hawn shag style to a very short Peter Pan type thing. The new do made her look even younger, and although I wasn't that crazy about it in the beginning, it was growing on me. The combination of those big aquamarine eyes, golden blonde hair and that slinky black dress was irresistable. "You look absolutely stunning" I said during dessert. "Everybody in the place is gawking at you, even the women." "Well after all, this is Provincetown, David" Emily reminded me. "Besides, they're probably all staring at my hairy armpits." I shook my head and stabbed at my cake, mentioning the fact that I was sitting a couple feet away from her and couldn't see anything, and so long as she didn't do jumping jacks I figured her secret was safe. After dinner we went out for a drink at a nightclub and I even let Emily coax me out onto the dance floor a couple of times. That proved to me that I had a buzz on at the very least. "Want to head back to the room?" I whispered in Emily's ear as we danced. "We have to get up pretty early tomorrow morning." "We can go back to the room alright" Emily agreed. "As far as getting sleep goes, you can forget about that, buddy. I've got plans for you." 4. Tie me up, tie me down. We got back to our room and after I locked the door, Emily attacked me, practically climbing on my lap while I was still standing. She tore off everything I was wearing in record time and I was naked in less than a minute. I started to undo Emily's dress but got rebuffed. "Get on the bed David!" Emily ordered, and I eagerly complied with her command. Emily fished around in her luggage and pulled out what looked like rope. I laughed as Emily wrapped a piece of rope around each of my wrists. "What else did you pack in your bag Em?" I asked as she finished winding the rope. "You'll find out David" Emily informed me. "Now lay down and put your hands up toward the hreadboard. I did as Emily asked and she tied the ends of the rope to the bedposts. The ropes had me down pretty secure, but not so much that I couldn't get loose if I wanted to, I thought. At this point, who would want to? Emily stood my the side of the bed and surveryed her handiwork. My arms were pinned high above my head, and Emily had spread my legs wide. She then took a couple more lengths of rope and soon had my ankles secured to the bottom of the bed as well. "There, are you comfy David?" Emily asked, smiling and clearly enjoying my helplessness. "I'm fine Emily, but what are you going to do to me?" "Ummm... whatever I want to, I guess" Emily said. "How come you don't have a hard-on, babe? You scared?" I strained to look down at my member, which was limp for the first time all night. "Maybe I am, but I think it's more like it's taking a rest" I said. "I've been walking around with an erection all night, ever since you put that dress on." "I'm glad you got this for me" Emily said, rubbing her hands over the front of the dress. "It makes me feel pretty." "You don't need the dress for that Emily," I offered, "but it did get a lot of attention." "Do you like it when other men look at me, David?" Emily asked as she reached back and unzipped, then allowed the dress to fall off her. "Sure, I guess" I admitted. "I'm really proud to be seen with such a gorgeous woman." Emily smiled and reached into her bra, deftly removing her bosom buddies and setting them aside. She slowly unclasped the front of the harness and pulled it off, and then worked the panty hose down provocatively. The panties followed and then we were both naked. "That excites you David? Another man staring at me? Undresing me with his eyes?" Emily asked. Her hands went sliding up, cupping those little mounds, pinching and tweaking those puffy nipples. I was getting pretty excited at the sight of this show and Emily took note of the rapid swelling of my cock, which was now hard as blue steel and ready. Emily the Demon Barber "Yeah, it excites me, as long as they look and don't touch" I confessed, squirming a bit in my bindings as Emily kept squeezing her breasts. "That's nice. I'm glad about that" Emily said. "You cock is hard again. Is it from me playing with my titties or you thinking about other guys looking at me?" "Both" "Interesting" Emily said, letting one hand drop down to her pussy and running her fingers up and down the opening, the soft blonde bush twinkling with moisture. "Do you enjoy the guys looking at you?" I asked. "It depends on who, where and when," Emily said, "but I'm the one asking the questions now though, since you seem to be a little... incapacitated for the time being. My cock was throbbing by now, and I wanted Emily to climb on top of me so badly it was driving me crazy. Apparently, that wasn't part of the game, at least not yet. "Now, where were we?" Emily asked. "Oh yes, we had established that you really liked it when men stared at me, right? Ooooohhh... look at that. Your cock is drooling, David." I craned my neck down to see the thin strand of seminal fluid dripping lazily down the head of my dick. "That really turns me on when it does that" Emily said, moving right next to the bed, so close I could smell her excitement. "I was wondering... how do you feel if a woman stares at me, babe?" Emily asked. "Do you like that too?" "Yes" I croaked, my legs starting to move involuntarily against the bindings. Emily lifted her leg, putting her foot up on the edge of the bed, affording me an unbelievable view of her pussy lips being spread apart, and Emily's fingers working over her clitoris. "What do you think about... when you see a woman staring at me David?" Emily asked, her breathing becoming a bit heavy. "Tell me." "Uh... oh... geez, I don't know" I said. "Sure you do David, don't try and kid me" Emily said. "Be honest. You've already admitted that you've jerked yourself off while thinking about me. Oh man, you don't know how hot that makes me, or how much I'd love to be able to watch you do that without you knowing I was there. Thinking about you with that fat cock getting pumped in your fist, just getting yourself off with me on your mind. Just like I have about you" Emily said while beginning to wobble a bit. "Tell me what goes through your mind. Pick a woman that you thought was looking at me tonight." "Uh... there was a woman sitting over to your left" I stuttered. "She was with a grey haired guy wearing a light blue suit, and she..." "She was wearing a peach colored pant suit, about forty years old" Emily said, now rocking into her hand while her fingers probed away inside her. "Long red hair and lots of freckles too." "How the hell did you notice that?" I asked in amazement. "Felt her eyes on me" Emily grunted as the breathing became rapid. "Followed me into the ladies room." "My god!" I exclaimed. "What happened? Did she..." "No, just talked" Emily said groaning. "Lot of eye contact... touched my arm when she talked... gave me a bunch of signals. You like that, huh David? Tell me your fantasies... how you picture us together...quick!" "Well... I guess you come back here and start undressing each other" I said while trying to come up with something off the top of my head, being understandingly distracted by Emily gyrating next to me and my cock needing to explode in the worst way. "You take off her bra, and begin squeezing her breasts" I continued. "Her breasts, what are they like?" Emily demanded to know as her head rolled around on her shoulders like she was possessed. "Nice" I said. "About the size of grapefruits, with little pink nipples. You squeeze them, and they're really soft to the touch... they almost ooze through your fingers. Then takes off your top and sees your breasts, and she goes crazy. She starts sucking and biting on them, and your nipples are so swollen and hard that..." That was as far as I got, as Emily let out a series of spine-tingling moans. Her eyes were rolling in their sockets and her entire body was convulsing. The entire scene was so intense and Emily's reactions so crazed it was almost scary. I stared in amazement as a spray of fluid gushed from her pussy, squirting between Emily's fingers and trickling down the inside of her thigh, as she continued to shake under the effects of an incredible orgasm. I lay there open-mouthed for the longest time, entranced by the phenomenal show I had just witnessed. My cock was beyond hard, and I was almost afraid to look down, finally taking a peek to see it swollen, red and angry looking. I needed release in a major way, and soon. Emily eventually returned to earth and gave me a little smile as she put her other foot back down on the floor. She looked down at herself and touched her thighs, which glistened with wetness. "I came" Emily said impishly. "I noticed" I said. "Now what about me, Emily darling? I asked, almost whimpering my request. "Oh that's right!" Emily said. "Now there's you to take care of. I'll be right back!" 5. Taking care of David. Emily disappeared into the bathroom for a moment and when she returned, she was carrying the things she had given me earlier that evening when she had me shave her legs. The razors, gel and a water glass were brought out and set next to the bed. Emily had me lift my butt off the bed for a minute, not an easy thing to do when your ankles and wrists are tied down to the corners. "Honey, what's next here?" I asked. "Oh, I don't know" Emily said while looking down at me laying there helplessly. "You look really nice, all vulnerable like that. Boy, your cock is still hard, too. He looks angry at me." "Well, one of us just got off, and it wasn't me" I reminded her. "That's right!" Emily said with a smile as she reached down and pulled my cock up from my stomach. "Your thing looks ready to shoot any second now." "Aaaaarrgghh... that it. Stroke it.. aaahhh" I groaned as her hand rubbed up and down the shaft a little. "So close... so close... aaaahhh please Em." "No, not yet" Emily announced, letting my cock spring back down onto my stomach. "I think we'll wait a little longer, what do you say?" "Shit!" was what I said, causing Emily to cackle mischieviously. "Naughty boy! You shouldn't talk dirty to me, that's not nice" Emily scolded. "Besides, I think my David likes being teased like this, doesn't he?" "Yes" I admitted weakly, although I really wanted to come, and come NOW! "I thought so, so let me get started here" She said while opening up a fresh razor. "I really liked it when you shaved my legs this afternoon, so I thought that you might like it if I did some shaving of you." "So you want to shave my legs too?" I asked, while trying to figure out how that would excite me. "No, that wasn't what I had in mind" Emily said, and as she poured a little water in her hand, I found out just what she had in mind, as she rubbed water around my swollen cock. "Yeow!" I howled. "Cold, and what the hell are you planning on doing?" "I'm just going to give you a little trim David" Emily said as she squited a little gel in her palm. "After all, it's only hair. You said so yourself this afternoon." That I did, I must admit, and while I didn't much care what she doing, I did have one small concern. "You feel okay Emily?" I said. "You aren't drunk are you? That blade is kind of sharp." "David, I'm fine, and I wouldn't hurt this beautiful thing for the world" Emily assured me as she worked the gel around the base of my cock. "Relax and enjoy this." With that, Emily grabbed my cock and pulled it back toward my head, causing another groan as I teetered on the brink of orgasm. I felt the razor sliding down the underside of my shaft and all around the base. It felt... well it felt nice, I have to admit. Emily then stretched the skin of my scrotum and started shaving my balls, stopping to clean the razor every few strokes. I felt a couple of slight pulls but other than that it was very pleasurable. If only she would give my dick a couple of strokes. But no dice. "Ooooh! That feels so nice!" Emily exclaimed as she rolled my newly hairless sac in her hands. "You're gonna thank me when I'm through here." "You aren't done yet?" I groaned in protest. Emily was kind enough to take the ropes off my ankles, but as I suspected she had an ulterior motive. Up went my legs and after a command to spread em', the old back door was mowed as well. "Time for a fresh razor" Emily announced. "Good grief! What's next?" Next was the spreading of more gel above my cock, as Emily saw the need for further gardening. She pulled my cock down between my legs, and I thrusted a few times in hopes of getting off. Sweat was dripping off me and my balls were aching, and there seemed to be no end in sight. "Damn, I'm trying to get this right, but it keeps coming out crooked!" Emily said as she cleaned the razor in water. "What are you trying to do? "I'm trying to shave a big heart down here, but I keep messing up" she explained. "A heart? What the... you know, maybe it's a good time for you to stop right there then" I suggested. "Sometimes I do that with my sideburns and I end up with them over my ears by the time I go back and forth trying to even them out. A freakin' heart?" "Maybe I'll just do a circle" Emily said while looking at her work so far. "Can I see?" I asked, although I was almost afraid to look. "You seem to be up around my navel." "Don't be goofy David" Emily said, this from a woman who was shaving my pubic hair so that I had a bare space in the shape of a heart. "This looks incredible. I'm just going to go over it again to smooth it up and you'll be all set." I moaned once more as Emily slid the razor all around my cock and balls. My skin was starting to burn a little bit from all this grooming, and I asked Emily for mercy. "I'll take care of it in one second... there! I'm finished" Emily proclaimed. "Let me just wash you off here and we can take a look." After washing me off, Emily took her baby oil and began rubbing my balls with it. It was so cool and soothing that I let out a little wail of delight, which continued as she spread it around the entire area she had shaved, which I feared was a lot of territory. Unfortunately, she avoided my dick completely, which was burning as well. "This is so cool David" Emily said. You have to take a look at this." I did some wiggling to get myself further up on the bed so my head could look down. When I managed to position myself so that I could see, I almost fainted. Gone. All gone. The pubic hair that I thought would never come when I was growing up. Wiped out. A massive semi-circle of smooth pink skin standing out on the rest of my hairy body. "It looks like a crop circle" I said, stunned. "Look at this though" Emily said, holding my cock upright. "It makes your cock look even bigger than before." "Baby oil it please" I asked. The funny thing was, it DID look big now, and when Emily grabbed it with her oiled hands and started pulling on it, I felt myself on the verge of an orgasm. Until she stopped. "Aaaaaaarrrrrghhhh!" I screamed, now frustrated beyond belief. "Do you see what I mean about how big it looks?" Emily said, still pressing for an answer. "Yes Emily" I admitted. "I see the light. All this time all I ever needed to do was to shave my pubes, and find a petite woman with the world's tiniest hands, and I'd have the illusion of a big dick! Good god, if we ever get in a car accident I hope I get burned beyond recognition. Showing up in an emergency room like this would be worse than having dirty underwear!" "Relax David" Emily said. "It got you turned on, didn't it?" "Yes, but I've been turned on all night" I insisted. "I'm going to come the minute you lay a hand on me." "Oh, too excited?" Emily said. "Well, as long as you have enough energy for a double header, then let me take care of this right now. Emily grabbed a pillow and stuffed it behind my head. I asked to have my wrists untied but was politely rebuffed. Emily went down between my legs and after giving my balls a moan-inducing squeeze, took my cock in her fists, slowly rotating them in opposite directions while pumping very slowly up and down. "Watch this, David!" Emily yelled. I looked down as I felt this orgasm roaring through my groin like I was being electrocuted. Emily was slowly pumping and squeezing the shaft with such methodical slowness that I wanted to scream. She then bent over and licked the tender opening rapidly with the tip of her tongue. Cum spurted out of me like a geyser. Emily was rubbing her face on my dick as it kept spraying madly all over her. I was actually near tears as the sensation was overwhelming me, and the sight of Emily's cheeks and forehead being hosed down with this was just too much. I finally stopped orgasming and started laughing as I looked down between my legs and saw Emily trying to open her eyes without getting any of the semen in them. Her face was covered with strands of cum from her hair down to her neck, draped over her face much like garland on a xmas tree. Emily got up and went to the dresser mirror, and burst out laughing when she saw her reflection. "David, take a picture of me" Emily said. "Oh shit, you're tied up." Emily went over to the suitcase and took her camera out. She held it out in front of her and took a couple of pictures of herself, the cum sliding down in streams now. I was beside myself, almost in convulsions from the sight. "Where the hell are you going to take them to get developed, you dummy?" I howled at her, as it finally struck her that they might take a peek at the finished product at the drug store. "Oh damn!" Emily said. "I didn't think of that. Do you know anybody..." "Do I know anybody? Sure! I have no problem taking that roll to get developed" I assured her. "Oh crap, you would! Emily said. "Well here, get these developed too!" With that she began taking repeated shots of me tied down on the bed, with a particular focus on my hairless gonads. "Touche!" I finally screamed in resignation, as Emily fell onto the bed next to me, trying to kiss me with that semen drenched puss of hers. "Smoochy smoochy smoochy!" she ranted madly, as I dodged her amorous advances as best I could before she finally gave up and straddled my waist. "Now I've got to get that big, beautiful bald cock back up so you can put it inside me" Emily said as she tweaked my nipples. "Emily, that's going to take some doing" I told her. "That was quite an experience, and I think I might be down a quart or so." "Neither one of us are going to rest until you do" Emily insisted, pinching my nipples hard enough to get a gasp out of me before running her hand through my chest hair. "Now what can I do to get you excited again..." she thought aloud while pulling on the hair on my chest. "Please, not that!" I responded. "No, I wouldn't do that David" Emily assured me. "I love my furry bear's chest" she said, which made me breathe easier. "I have an idea!" Emily said, and while she always seemed to have them in abundance, that was not a reassuring thought at that moment. Emily's hands slowly slid up and over, gently raking before gliding through my armpits, which caused me to shudder rather violently. "Your underarms are so sensitive, aren't they David?" Emily purred as her tiny fingers wiggled through my underarm hair. "I know the feeling. It must be just like when you do this to me" she said as she kissed all around the inside of my arm. "Aaaaaarrrrggghhh" I groaned as I squirmed beneath her, my body quaking wildly in response to the teasing that she knew made me crazy. Emily suddenly bounced off me, and then was back just as fast with her hands full, once more straddling my waist. "I'll betcha when I get done with you, you'll be rarin' to go again," Emily said, "wanna bet?" Emily sat astride me with a gleeful look on her face, shaking that can of shaving gel in one hand and wielding a razor in the other. I rolled my eyes and cringed, as she was clear what was coming up next. "Time to kiss this goodbye" Emily said, bending down and nibbling my underarm hair just before squirting out a little goo into my armpit, with both actions causing me to jump. "You won't recognize yourself David. I'll make this feel really nice for you!" Emily exclaimed just before sliding her razor under my arm. "Just remember, it's only hair." Emily was right, of course. On every count, just like always. ***** This is the end of "Emily, the Demon Barber". I hope you enjoyed it, and as usual I welcome your comments and I thank you for reading. Emily will be back in yet another adventure shortly. It seems the vacation had only just begun.