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Blackmailing Emma Watson	By : ArcherNexus Category: Individual Celebrities > Emma Watson Views: 89582 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. It never happened and I do not condone any actions contained here within, nor do I know Emma Watson. I do not in any way profit from this story.

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Emma Watson found herself in the shower, crying uncontrollably. She had just cancelled all the plans for the next three evenings, so she would have time for her blackmailer. Fortunately, the most important meeting for HeForShe movement had been merely rescheduled to a later time. But that was the last thing on her mind at the moment. She kept seeing that ugly man standing above her, grinning at her while she worked his manhood with her mouth. Somehow she still didn't feel that her predicament was real, like it wasn't happening to her. It was just that unbelievable, that far from everything she had ever known.
As she got out of the shower, she looked at her reflection in the mirror and started reassuring herself. "This doesn't make you weak. You are in an impossible situation. If anything, it's proof you were right, it's the reason you must keep fighting for all the women." She actually felt a little better after that. She promised herself that she wouldn't cry because of that man anymore. She would stay strong and soldier through it.
In Brooklyn, Sean was lying on the bed of his motel room, just staring at the ceiling. He had always been the quiet type, something of a pushover. And he had always harboured resentment toward almost everyone in his everyday life. The colleagues, his boss, his own family, even the waiter in his favorite bar. Every time they'd look at him, he felt like they were looking down on him. And above all, he resented all the presumptuous beauty queens that barely ever noticed him, and when they did, they did it with a look of revulsion on their faces.
But he always kept it all bottled deep inside, and then, two months ago, his boss called him into his office. The firm was making cutbacks and Sean ended up being one of them. But what made it so infuriating was the fact that he knew, he fucking knew, that he was a better programmer than anybody else in that whole damn firm. It had nothing to do with his skill or the cutbacks, he concluded, it had to be personal. He was sure that they just didn't want him around. And so the one thing he had in his life, that job, was now gone. It was the final straw for a man who had been on edge his all adult life, and something inside him just snapped. That's when he decided to start using his talents in a different manner. He was going to show the world it was wrong to ignore him.
The firm was international and had clientele from all over the world. Shortly after getting fired, Sean decided to use inside information to find his first victim, and it ended up being the young reality star and entrepreneur, Francis Boullle, incidentally Emma Watson's ex-boyfriend. When Sean first ventured into this dangerous and illegal endeavor, his only interest was money and revenge that went with it. But other options soon presented themselves.
Now two months later, as daylight was slowly fading, a knock on the door interrupted Sean's thoughts.
"Come on in," he said. The door opened and Emma Watson entered the room quietly, with a stern look on the face. Sean was disappointed to see she wasn't wearing any make-up, but she still looked amazing. Just not as amazing as she could have looked. She closed the door behind her and just stood there looking uncomfortable, as if she was gathering courage to say something.
"I've been thinking," she finally said. "You got what you wanted. Y....you had me," she said through her teeth with a stutter. "How about I just give you that million now and we both go our separate ways?"
Sean considered the proposal. This way he would've had his cake and eaten it too, he thought. But as he remembered the sweet feeling of Emma's mouth on his cock, he couldn't pass the opportunity to feel it again. After all, there were other ex-clients that he could use to improve his financial situation.
"No, thanks," he said, much to Emma's dismay. "Now, let's get started. Strip."
"Can't we just..." she started, but Sean interrupted her mid-sentence.
"I said strip. Or would you rather I did it for you?" He said in a commanding tone.
That tone angered Emma almost more than the fact she had to strip for this man. She procrastinated for a few moments, but eventually she bowed her head and slowly started undressing, cringing as she did. She thought about protesting or offering him more money, but she realized there would be no use. Sean's eyes widened and his pants got tighter as he watched the famous actress remove her expensive blouse and jeans, revealing her slender young body, leaving her in only her white bra and panties.
"All of it," Sean ordered, and Emma felt like she might start crying again, but she held it in. She swallowed and undid her bra, giving Sean a first-hand look at her relatively small, but perfectly shaped breasts. He had seen them before on the video, but nothing compares to live performance. She then put her hands on her panties and remained in that position, as if she hoped that he would suddenly change his mind and let her go.
Sean stood up from the bed and moved closer to her. "Go on," he said, as he removed his own shirt and revealed a disgustingly hairy body. Emma winced at the very sight and proceeded to remove her panties, closing her eyes as she did it. Her perfect tight cunt was now in the open, and Sean's cock started throbbing just from looking at it. He expected it to be hairy, but to his delight and surprise, there was only a three day stubble, just the way he liked it.
"It just occurred to me, you never got naked for a movie. Did you?" He provoked. "Never done a proper sex scene. And I distinctly remember you once saying you'd be open to it. But the truth is, you're just a cruel tease. Aren't you?"
"There was never a right role for it," she explained, and the very next moment she asked herself why she was justifying herself to this man.
"Yeah, right. Well, Emma, you won't be teasing today," He said, then quickly took his pants off and took a few steps forward, until he was inches from her naked body. He moved his hand toward her breast and she instinctively stepped back, but he promptly pulled her back toward him.
He reached out with his hand again, and grabbed one of Emma Watson's perky little breasts.
"Oh my God," she whispered in disbelief. "This is not happening."
"Oh but it is," he gleed as her body trembled at the touch of his hand. Sean then lowered his head, leaning his mouth down to the breast in his hand, and finally started swirling his tongue around Emma's sensitive nipple, while he moved his other hand up and down her hot body, touching her thighs, her back, her lovely little ass. He did this for about half a minute, then switched hands and started sucking on the other breast. He couldn't believe his luck, he felt like the luckiest man in the world. His lifelong dream was becoming a reality.
For Emma, on the other hand, it was like a horrible nightmare. At every moment she felt like she was about to pick her clothes up and just run away, but she couldn't bring herself to do it, knowing what was at stake. And now his right hand started moving toward her cunt.
"Wait," she whispered, but he didn't stop. As his hand touched her clit, she gasped in revulsion and her body stiffened, then she clenched her jaw to stop herself from bursting into tears. His cock almost hurt from throbbing as he rubbed his hand up and down Emma's pussy.
Suddenly he straightened up and put his hands on his hips like he was Superman. He certainly felt like he was. "On your knees," he said with authority.
"Not that again," Emma thought to herself. As much as she hated him touching her body, she probably hated giving blowjobs even more, especially to this man, considering that horrid oral creampie she had received the day before. But she knew she didn't really have much choice at that point, so she got on her knees as instructed.
His already fully erect dick was once again inches from her face. Sean placed the head firmly to her closed lips.
"Open up. And don't forget the eye contact," he said with an evil grin. She glared up at him as she opened her mouth and took the head of his pulsating member in. She began working the head, sucking and licking, taking more and more of it into her mouth, but never more than half the length. She did this for less than a minute and Sean was loving every minute of it, but it wasn't quite enough for him this time.
Suddenly, without a warning of any kind, he gripped the back of Emma's head and started violently pushing her mouth further and further down his dick. Both fear and rage were radiating from her eyes that began to water as Sean mercilessly rammed almost the entire length of his cock down her warm throat, time and time again. She was gagging and choking as his dick kept raping her throat, trying with all her strength to push herself off of him.
Afraid that she might bite him again, Sean finally let go of her head. She fell to the ground, still coughing and trying to catch her breath.
"What are you doing?!" She screamed at him, looking like she was ready to kill him. For a split second, Sean even got scared a little. But they both knew he held all the power.
"What, I've never face fucked a girl before. None of them ever let me," he said.
"Of course not, it's horrible!" She shouted desperately.
"It must be. Those girls were all literally whores, and even they didn't let me," he said in an effort to provoke her.
"And you thought I would?! Like I'm beneath a prostitute? How dare you?" She angrily screamed in response to his insults.
"Oh Emma," He said softly. "The difference is, you don't have a choice."
"You can't be serious," she cried, shocked by his nerve. He was crossing every line, even for a blackmailer.
"Just get your pretty little head here, Emma. I'm about to fuck your face again," he said with a smirk.
"Oh no, you won't," she retorted angrily, even though she knew it was going to happen.
Sean could tell that her resistance was fake, she was just trying to save what little pride she had left. He approached, put his throbbing dick in front of her face once more, and just said: "Come on. Open wide."
Tears of defeat streamed down Emma's face as she remained silent and opened her mouth like an obedient slut. Again Sean grabbed her head, slid his cock into her mouth, and started thrusting vigorously, each thrust going deeper than the last one.
"Holy fuck!" Sean shouted in ecstasy as he kept ramming his dick into her mouth. He felt his cock hit the back of her throat and held it there. Emma's beautiful brown eyes were watering profusely and she started gagging even more this time, barely managing to breathe with a dick deep in her throat and her mouth full of precum that, mixed with her saliva, kept pouring out of her mouth and onto her breasts.
She had thought regular blowjobs were bad, and to her they were, but this was a million times worse. "Hate" couldn't begin to describe, not even remotely, how she felt about the nightmarish position she was currently in. In addition to being like an actual physical torture, it was humiliating beyond belief. When she remembered Sean's words and how not even whores agreed to this, she really did feel like a dirty slut.
And Sean savored every second of it. Watching one of the most desired women in the whole world choking on his dick, listening to her slurping sounds as she struggled for air - it was pure heaven. Emma Watson, this pristine feminist, entitled snob, was now getting aggressively face fucked in some cheap motel in Brooklyn.
He buried his dick deep inside her throat and held her there one last time before he let her go. It took a lot of willpower for him not to cum right then and there, but he had to stop himself. He wasn't done yet.
Emma was kneeling in front of him, covered in precum, saliva and sweat. She was slowly recapturing her breath.
"Now get on that bed," Sean said firmly.
"Haven't you had enough for today?" She said with a mix of frustration, anger and desperation.
"Not really, no," he replied. "On the bed, chop-chop."
The way he spoke to her like he owned her had Emma boiling inside. Looking at the floor, she shook her head in disbelief, then stood up and sat on the bed. Sean approached, put his hands on her shoulders, and gently moved her upper body into horizontal position on the mattress. He then got on his knees beneath her and spread her legs.
Sean couldn't help but grin from ear to ear, as he found himself looking directly at Emma Watson's recently shaven cunt. He began to slowly kiss the inside of her legs, running his tongue over her silky soft skin, slowly making his way to her pussy. Emma tried to think of anything else, to pretend that this wasn't happening. She turned her gaze to the ceiling and covered her eyes with her hands.
"Uh-uh," Sean said. "I want you to look me in the eye all the way through this."
"I hate you," she growled, but he didn't pay any attention to it. He put his tongue an inch from her clit, looked her in the eyes, grinned mockingly, then started licking. As he kept moving his tongue up and down her pussy, Emma's breathing started getting heavier and and the smell from her cunt grew stronger. When she felt her pussy was actually starting to get wet, she reached a whole new level of embarrassment. They both knew it was just an involuntary biological reaction, just friction. But she also knew he wouldn't let it go quietly.
"Oh my. You're really enjoying this, aren't you, Emma?" He gloated, but she decided to remain silent. Because it didn't matter that her mind wasn't enjoying it at all, it was quite obvious that her pussy was. And she hated herself for it, she hated him even more. She had already lost the control over the whole situation, and now she was losing control of her own body. She couldn't possibly have felt more ashamed. Or at least she thought.
While his tongue was working her pussy, his left arm was fondling her breasts and playing with her nipples. Then, all of a sudden, he put his right hand on her cunt and slipped one of his fingers in. Emma let out an involuntary moan which brought the biggest smile to Sean's face.
"You are extraordinarily tight," he said before slipping the second finger in. He was simultaneously licking her cunt and fucking it with his two fingers, faster and faster. Her breathing got even heavier and, as much as she tried to suppress them, her moans got more frequent. She couldn't help herself, her body simply wasn't listening.
"Enough of that," Sean said and moved his head away from her pussy. She felt relieved, but it was short-lived. He got back on his feet, than started climbing the bed and positioning himself right on top of Emma, face to face. She quivered as his hairy body rubbed against hers and she felt his warm breath on her face. She desperately wanted to turn her head to the side or at least close her eyes, but she knew he would instantly warn her about breaking the eye contact.
As he looked her in those pretty eyes full of hate and shame, and he felt her breasts pressing against his chest, his dick got harder than ever. He - an ugly middle-aged nobody - was about to fuck Emma Watson. He took his member in the hand and started rubbing the head against the lips of her sensitive slit.
"Are you ready?" He whispered, almost sounding like he genuinely cared.
"No," she said quietly and a tear rolled down her cheek.
Sean let out a loud groan of pleasure as he finally slipped the tip of his cock into Emma's unusually tight hole. He had fantasized about this moment for years, thinking there wasn't even the slightest chance of it ever actually happening. But now it was happening, and the feeling was heavenly. Her cunt was so warm, so wet, so tight, he was afraid he would finish before he even started. But luckily he managed to control himself and slid the rest of his member into her young pussy. He was slowly thrusting almost the entirety of his dick into her, stretching her tight hole, while licking and kissing her neck.
Emma wanted to throw up, but at the same time it felt good. And now Sean was getting more aggressive, pounding into her harder and harder.
"How about I put it in your ass?" He asked through his panting.
"Absolutely not! I've never..." she protested nervously, unable to even finish the sentence.
"You also never had someone cum in your mouth or fuck your face before, am I right? Seems like you're breaking a lot of firsts with me," he said with a grin.
"Well, not this one," she said with determination, and Sean decided to let it go. Better to leave it for some other time, he thought. But he was tired of fucking her while she was just lying there like a rubber doll, it was almost as if she wasn't even present. So he rolled off of her and onto his back.
"Your turn to do the work," he said and pointed at his eager dick.
"Do I really have to?" She cried.
"I think you know the answer to that. Come on, get on it."
It just kept getting worse for Emma. She would now have to actively make an effort to please this disgusting man. But a part of her liked the idea that she could at least set her pace and regain some of the control. So she reluctantly started climbing Sean, placing her legs at the either side his hips. Her cunt was now directly above his dick, but she had a hard time making the next move.
"Go on, don't tease me," Sean said impatiently. "Take it in your hand and put it in."
She hated the fact he was making her put it in herself, like she wanted it or something. But she had no choice, so she grabbed his dick and she couldn't help but shudder and let out and involuntary gasp as she slipped the tip of his cock into her tight cunt. She slowly began to rock back and forth, finding it more difficult to get lost in thought now that she had to actively participate in this humiliating ordeal.
Sean was literally having the time of his life while he watched Emma Watson riding him like a slut. He was pleased to see she knew that she had to keep looking back at him. Having a hard time deciding where to put his hands, he moved them across her whole body, alternating between groping her ass, fondling the breasts, and just grabbing her small waist.
"I gotta say, I'm a little bit disappointed by your performance. I expected better," he teased her. This, of course, wasn't true. He just enjoyed messing with her head.
Emma was offended in an entirely new and unexpected way. "I'm not good enough for this blackmailing troll?" She thought to herself. Then she started riding him harder and harder, taking more and more of his dick until the whole length was buried in her cunt, her perky little breasts bouncing more the quicker she moved.
"Oh, Emma! I really got to you, didn't I?" He said mockingly in response to her quickening pace.
"I just want to get this over with the faster I can," she said, but she wasn't quite sure it that was really all there was to it. Maybe she was trying to prove something, and she hated herself just for thinking it. And Sean just kept making the situation worse.
"Talk dirty to me," he grunted. "I know you can do it, I've seen you act slutty before. What was the name of that shit movie last year? The Bling Ring?" He teased again.
"That was the character, not me! It's called acting, you dirty old man! And I regretted it immediately after," she admitted, not knowing what had made her say something like that to him.
She then bit her lip in effort to stop herself from further moaning as his pulsating cock kept going in and out of her, but then the worst happened - she realized she was rushing towards a climax.
"No, no, no..." She thought to herself, but there was nothing she could to stop it. Nothing he would allow her to do, anyway. Wave after wave of pleasure rippled through her body against her will, until she couldn't take it anymore and she released an embarrassing, unwanted orgasm. She gasped, her whole body shuddered, and her pussy clenched, letting Sean know what had just happened.
When he realized it, the first thing he wanted to do is gloat, but her orgasm turned him on so much more and sent him over the edge, not giving him any time to say anything except: "Oh God, I'm about to cum!"
Emma tried to get off of him, but he grabbed her hips and didn't let go. She had assumed he would try to do this, and while she certainly wasn't crazy about the idea of him cumming inside her, she preferred it over cumming into her mouth. And she wasn't ovulating, anyhow. No, she was far more embarrassed by the fact she came, as well. She was disgusted by herself.
Sean groaned loudly as he unleashed his warm load into young Emma Watson’s tight pussy, coating her vaginal walls with his semen. It was so intense that his body kept shaking even after he had cum. After a few moments he let go of her hips and allowed her to remove herself from him. She got off the bed and Sean watched with satisfaction as his cum dripped down Emma's leg. She picked up her clothes and went into the bathroom to clean herself and get dressed. When she came back in to the room, she found Sean in exactly the same position she had left him.
“That was amazing,” he said with the biggest smile on his face. “And not just for me, I could tell.”
“Don't even!” She cried.
“Oh come on, relax a little. This doesn't have to be so hard. It's sex, after all. It could be fun for you too if you'd just let it be.”
“Fun? Make no mistake, these two days have been by far the worst in my life.” Emma said. She put on her coat and her beret, and was about to leave.
“Before you go. I don't want to see you without your make-up again. When you come here, make sure you look your best,” he said in a commanding tone.
Emma didn't even try to argue this time. What would be the point? She just gave him another hatred-filled look and exited the room.
When she returned to her apartment, the first thing she did was taking a long, long shower. She wanted to call Francis and let him know he would pay for what he had gotten her into, but that would have required letting him know about her predicament. And that was, of course, out of the question. She had to accept that nobody was going to answer for what she was going through. It would remain unpunished.

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