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Emma Watson's Blowbang Spectacular	By : Mal Category: Celebrities - Misc > General Views: 23144 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, it did NOT happen. I do not know, nor have I ever met Emma Watson and, I make no money from the distribution of these stories.

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Disclaimer:
The following is a work of fiction. It is not, in any way, intended to reflect reality. It is purely a fantasy originating in the deepest recesses of my mind. While real people do appear in this work, I, the writer of this work, in no way wish to see these individuals actually put in any situation contained therein. Furthermore, I do not, in any way, shape, or form, condone rape, kidnapping, violence, or any of the other questionable acts that appear herein. This work is not intended to endorse or condone anyone who would perform such vile acts. Anyone who would do any such a thing to a real-life person deserves punishments reserved only for those in the deepest circle of hell. In addition, I do not know, nor have I ever met Emma Watson. The versions of her that appears in this story is fictional and purely based on her celebrity persona. I apologize if that offends you. My intention is only to entertain. Finally, I make no money from the distribution of this work
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Story Codes: MF Oral Fingering
February 2018:
“And ever since then, I just can’t seem to get enough cum.”
Oliver Clarke leaned back hard into his plush, leather desk chair. He let out a long, exaggerated breath of air. He could scarcely believe what he was hearing. The story he’d just heard was almost beyond belief. Emma Watson was his best client. He’d known her for more than five years. Gotten her the role in The Bling Ring to help her shed that Hermione Granger, Harry Potter image. He’d landed her the much-touted role as Belle, the epitome of the strong, intelligent, good girl, Disney Princess. In the years he’d know her, she’d become a friend. One he thought he’d known… Apparently, he was wrong.
He ran his hands through his gray-tinged brown hair, still staring down at his desk and in shock from Emma’s revelation. “Ok, I still don’t see how we go from an obscure, roadside truck stop three years ago to you barely bothering to hide your face as you sneak out of some seedy smut shop in South Central LA at four in the morning. I mean,” he looked across to her, his eyes unfocused and his neck damp with sweat, “why didn’t you just do what all Hollywood starlets do, and get a pool guy, a dog walker, a boyfriend… something like that?”
“Tried those.” Emma slid off the chair in front of Oliver’s desk. Now that her secret was out, she felt her pussy spasm with the thought of putting her longtime agent’s dick in her mouth. She was tired of hiding this from him, and while it made sense, to a certain degree, to do so from a professional stand point, it was clear, with the revelation of the paparazzi photo, that time was over. She licked her lips, looking over at him. Retelling the story of how she’d first stumbled upon the gloryhole had turned her on so very much. Add to that, how she’d spent years fantasizing about the moment when Oliver might find out, so he’d know what a dirty slut she really was, and she could now barely contain the urge to suck him off.
“There was a time,” she said, hiking her skirt up over her hips, so she could more easily crawl towards him, “when I employed a pool guy, a lawn care specialist, a masseuse, a fitness instructor, a dog walker, and a security guard. I don’t even own a dog…” she said huskily and with each job type she mentioned, Emma crawled closer and closer to Oliver. Her sultry brown eyes burned with lust, with longing, with a deep-seated need. “Most days since then,” she said, as she crawled within grabbing distance, “I don’t eat my meals, I swallow them.” Emma coyly bit her lip. Then, with a twisted grin on her face, seized him at the waist.
Oliver flinched as his client and friend, a champion for women’s rights and an outspoken agent for equality, pressed her hand against the growing bulge in his pants. There was no trace of that strong-willed UN Ambassador who wanted to see women treated the same as men in her eyes. There was just pure, unadulterated lust. “Em, what are you doing? I’m married.”
Ignoring the question and the statement, she just stared right into his eyes, a burning need in her gaze, and lowered the zipper on his pants. “In the two years since Jimbo’s Truck and Tow, I must have sucked 200 different dicks. Who knows?” she added, fishing Oliver’s half erect cock from his boxers, “maybe more.”
Oliver shuddered as the sexy actress, his longtime friend, wrapped her lips around the side of his penis near the base. His head lolled back against the chair as his prick swelled to full mast. He sighed in pleasure as her tongue pressed against the tender underside of his shaft. He held the arms of the chair in a death grip as Emma’s mouth moved along his shaft, tongue swirling, lips tenderly sucking as she pulled back toward the head. “Oh my God,” he gasped, when at last her sweet lips finally encircled the tip of his dick and she sucked softly upon it.
It was almost beyond belief, Oliver thought as her lips slid down his shaft. How many men in the world fantasize about this? Emma Watson, one of the most famous actresses in the world, the girl who played Hermione Granger, was sucking his dick. She flicked her tongue at the head when her lips moved back to the top, and he couldn't help but revel in the moment. Right now, he didn’t care that she wasn’t that innocent girl anymore, and that she’d sucked hundreds of pricks. Here and now, there was just the feeling and that look in her eyes.
“The problem is,” she said, freeing it from her mouth and looking up at him with that lustful need burning in her gaze. “It was never the same rush that I felt sitting on that filthy restroom floor.” She gently pumped his prick in her fist and reverently lapped at the tip when the first drop of pre-cum appeared. Her eyes closed, and she shuddered in ecstasy from the taste.
When she looked back up at him, there was fire in her eyes. She slowly worked his cock in her hand. “That was when it hit me. The difference between all the cocks I sucked in two years and the one at Jimbo’s was the gloryhole.” She pressed his now rock-hard cock against her cheek, rubbed it over her lips, stuck her tongue out, and teased the tip. “I knew those other men… at least more than I did the total stranger whose face I never saw in that restroom.”
She gently kissed his cock, sucked it briefly into her mouth, the look in her eye suggesting she was savoring the taste. “Those other cocks were nice. The cum,” she shuddered, “was great. But it was nothing compared to the ecstasy of not knowing, of not seeing the face belonging to that cock, of tasting its filth, and having no utter idea where it had been.” Emma gently smacked his prick against her face. “For all I knew, it could have been up some sweaty guy’s ass just a few hours before.” She ran his dick over her lips. “The idea made my pussy quiver.”
“So you started visiting gloryholes,” Oliver said, stating the obvious. “Looking for that same rush.” He shuddered again as Emma smacked his prick against her outstretched tongue before sucking it back between her lips. “And that’s how you ended up at The Hole in the Wall?”
Emma laughed around the cock in her mouth. “That place is just one of a dozen or more smut shops where I suck dick.”
As soon as she finished speaking, Emma slid Oliver’s prick back between her lips. She then diligently began to move them up and down his shaft, sucking and rolling her tongue and moaning as she did. “Fuck, Em, that feels so damn good.” In this moment, Oliver had completely forgotten about his wife, his children. Sucking a couple hundred cocks had transformed his innocent little starlet into the most amazing cocksucker in all of LA.
His head lolled back against the chair. He gripped the arms tight reveling in the sensation of Emma Watson’s lips sliding up and down his prick, of her tongue swirling around his shaft, of the vibrations of her throat as she moaned. “Makes me wonder though,” he mused, the pleasure he was experiencing sending his brain down a whole new thought process, “why hasn’t that picture hit the Internet?”
“Think it might have something to do with that shop in particu—lar!?!” He groaned as Emma’s lips pulled to the top of his cock and sucked hard upon his head. She plunged back down, and he felt her fingertips on the inside of his pants. She then began to gently fondle his balls as she suckled the tip of his manhood.
“When was the first time you went there?” Oliver’s words came in gasps. The sensation of Emma’s mouth as it diligently slid up and down his shaft was driving him crazy. His wife occasionally sucked his dick. But it was nothing like this. She only put in minimal effort. It was clear she didn’t enjoy it. She did it to make him happy… This, with Emma, was something different, almost reverent. It was like she was an addict and his cock was the drug she craved.
Emma pulled back off his cock. She looked up at him, that lusty need still in her eyes. She grinned almost evilly, smacked his prick against her check. “You really want to hear that story right now, Oli? Or,” she nuzzled the tip against her lips, “do you want me to suck out every ounce of cum from your balls?”
“The…the second one…please…”
“Good choice.”
“Oh, I’m going to Hell for this…” Oliver groaned as Emma wrapped her lips back around his prick. Her tongue prodded the tip before swirling around the shaft as she plunged back down the length. She gently squeezed his balls, teasingly pulling on them as her lips rose back up to the top.
Emma ignored the comment, continuing to work on her agent’s throbbing cock. She worked slow, sliding her lips up and down his manhood, gently, patiently edging him to get as big a load from him as possible. Murmuring contentedly as she suckled the tip, she moved the hand that wasn’t working his nut sack into her panties.
Her cunt, as it always was when she was sucking dick, was dripping wet. Emma began to rub at her clit, grinding her pussy against her hand as her lips rose and fell on Oliver’s prick. It was nowhere near the biggest she’d had in her mouth, but cock was cock and cum…she could never seem to get enough of the sticky, sweet substance.
Oliver was writhing in his chair after Emma kept him on edge for nearly ten minutes. “Oh, my God, you’re driving me crazy…” he sighed, as she teased him by gently lapping at the head after taking him into her throat four or five times in a row. He reached out with both hands, ran his fingers into her long, sexy brown hair and, looked down at her.
She looked up into his eyes and she could see he was aching with the need for release. “You want to give me that big load of spunk?” she teased, grinning, as she pulled on his balls and slowly humped her hand.
Oliver nodded. “Yes. Please.”
“Then stand up and fuck my face.”
“What?” Oliver asked, his eyes growing wide in shock and surprise.
“You heard me. You want to cum? Then get up and fuck my throat…” To emphasize how serious she was, Emma sat back on her ass, she folded her arms behind her back, opened her mouth and slid her tongue all the way out of her mouth. Her big brown eyes were filled with need and drool pooled from her mouth, staining her already drenched blouse.
Oliver pushed his chair back and nervously rose to his feet. He was no Casanova or John Holmes when it came to sex. Usually, he and his wife did things missionary style. When they did mix things up, she would ride on top. They never did anything wild. He’d certainly never faced fucked anyone… But, his balls were aching for release and he could see the desire in Emma’s gaze. The hunger for his cum filled her gaze. She didn’t just want it, she needed it. He quickly kicked off his shoes and took off his pants.
The whole time he undressed, Emma knelt, watching him with her gorgeous, brown, need-filled eyes. Her mouth hung agape and her tongue stretched out like a welcome mat. She licked her lips as he approached, her eyes moving from his to lock on to the real object of her desire—his fat, blood-engorged prick.
As he stepped up in front of her, he again cupped the back of her head in one hand. The other gripped the base of his dick. He slapped it against her tongue a few times for good measure before sliding it in past her lips. As the head went in, Emma’s lips closed tight around it, forming an airtight seal as she sucked down upon it.
Oliver sighed in pleasure at the warm, inviting feeling of her mouth. Emma then raised her eyes back to his as he took his first tentative stroke into her mouth. The lust and need in her gaze urged him on and he took the back of her head in both hands. He pumped his hips back and forth, taking three slow, deep thrusts into her throat.
Emma’s mouth was heaven. She rolled and undulated her tongue as he probed deeper and deeper into her eager, willing throat. Soon she was moaning and stroking her pussy though her panties as he grew more and more heated in his thrusting. Drool pooled from her mouth and her lusty, needy eyes never left his as Oliver grew bolder and bolder.
After several more hard thrusts past her lips, Oliver was hot and he ached for release. His balls slapped against her chin. The head of his cock slid past her esophagus again and again even as she moaned and rubbed her pussy. “Fuck!” he gasped, “I’m gonna—!" He took one more deep stroke and blew his load.
His cock exploded like a shotgun into the back of Emma’s mouth. But, so caught up in the moment and the feeling, he couldn’t stop there. He held her head and continued to thrust as he fired load after load of hot, sticky seed into her throat. But, even as he came over and over, Emma dutifully swallowed it down. Even when he tried to pull away, she urgently grabbed his hips, desperate to keep his prick in her mouth. She held him there, sucking on his dick, trying to pull as much cum as possible from his balls, refusing to let him go till his balls were empty and his cock was limp and flaccid.
She released him and Oliver collapsed back into his desk chair. Emma looked at him, cum and drool dripping from her chin. She held a massive amount of his jizz in her mouth and began to rub her pussy. She closed her eyes and humped her hand, holding his seed till she grew close to orgasm.
Both hands went to her crotch, one furiously rubbed her clit. The other slid inside. Emma, holding his seed in her mouth, eyes closed, face bathed in ecstasy, finger fucked and stroked herself toward orgasm. Soon she was moaning as she humped her probing digits and a wet sloshing sound filled Oliver’s office. She moaned loudly in orgasm and swallowed down the cum she held in her mouth. “So yummy,” she sighed.
Emma collapsed onto the floor, still gently rubbing her clit and working her fingers slowly in and out of her dripping wet snatch as she came down from her orgasmic high. When she was done, she looked up at him with a lazy grin and raised glistening fingers to her mouth. He watched her, feeling his groin stir, as she sucked her juices carefully from each digit. She then cradled her stomach, a contented glow on her face.
Oliver recovered his pants, stepping into them and zipping up. He put his shoes on and straightened his jacket and tie in an effort to regain some semblance of professionalism. When he was done, he looked down at Emma, who was laying on her back on the floor, legs splayed, contented and glowing.
She gazed up at him lewdly when she noticed he was looking down on her. “I don’t care how you look at me… this feeling,” she said, rubbing her tummy, “is worth it.” At seeing his ensuing frown, Emma finally gave ground and rolled to her knees. She stood up and pulled her skirt back down around her hips. There was nothing to be done about her blouse, but the drool would dry soon enough. “Towel, then?”
Oliver handed her a handkerchief and she wiped the drool and cum from her chin and chest before settling back into the chair opposite his desk. “I want to talk about this photo again. There must be some reason it hasn’t hit the internet. I don’t suppose you know when it was taken?”
“No,” Emma admitted, tossing her agent’s handkerchief down onto his desk. She picked up the picture, looking it over. “The Hole in the Wall.” She frowned at the photo. “I’ve only been there a few times.”
“Well, if you’ve been doing this for some time, going to these…gloryholes I mean.” Oliver struggled again to imagine his innocent, female-empowering client and friend doing that, even despite what he had just witnessed firsthand. “And, if this was the first time you were caught on camera, either you got sloppy…” he nearly laughed at the unintended pun, “or there is something about this place in particular.”
Emma thoughtfully rubbed her chin. Oliver could see a lustful light filling her eyes. He could tell this place held a special reverence for her. “This shop,” she grinned at him and teasingly licked her lips, “is patricianly filthy.”
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