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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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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:
“I want to talk about this photo again,” Oliver Clarke said, with a frown, as he glanced at the picture on his desk. The photo was of his client, world-famous actress, Emma Watson, who’d been caught leaving a smut shop and had barely bothered to hide her face. “There must be some reason it hasn’t hit the internet yet. I don’t suppose you know when it was taken?”
“No,” Emma admitted, tossing the handkerchief her agent had given her to clean up the mess she’d made 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 the seemingly innocent feminist, and women’s rights champion on her knees in a dirty, disgusting smut shop blowing a bunch of strangers, despite the fact that she’d just been worshiping his cock like it held the meaning of life. “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. It was clear this place held a special reverence for her. “This shop,” she grinned at him and teasingly licked her lips, “is particularly filthy.”
Oliver frowned at the comment, but even more so at the practically orgasmic look on his client’s face while she thought of a dingy smut shop in South Central LA. “If we can focus here,” he said, bringing her back to the moment. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but perhaps you should tell me a little bit about this place. When was the first time you were there?”
“A few weeks back. I heard about it when I was hanging out in a men’s restroom in Compton—”
“I get the idea,” he interrupted her before she went into a tangential story about blowing more guys in a public restroom. He ignored her frown, offering her a chance at a different story. “I guess you’d better tell me about that first visit. What this place was like? Was there any creepy or unusual staff you might have bumped into.”
“It was late January…” Oliver watched as his client absently touched her pussy through the fabric of her skirt. “…and, there was this shopkeeper…”
Oliver frowned, but rather than wait for his admonishing comment, Emma plunged ahead into her story “Winter time is the best time to visit a smut shop, especially for the first time. Because, while it doesn’t exactly get cold here in LA, its cool enough that I can wear a jumper and a hat, and no one gives me a second glance. That’s how I dressed the first time I went to the Hole in the Wall.”
January 2018:
Emma was dressed in a thick, ratty, brown sweater that her PA had found on a shelf at Goodwill. It was bulky, oversized, and had more than one frayed edge to it. She also wore a faded Dodger’s baseball hat pulled low over her eyes, bulky gray sweatpants covered in black streaks, and a very old, very ragged pair of trainers. She’d even smudged a little dirt on her chin to complete the disguise. But, the most crucial part of her deception, was riding the bus. No one expected to see a world-famous celebrity on the bus, especially in this neighborhood.
The bus stop was a few blocks from the alley where the Hole in the Wall’s entrance was located, so Emma had to walk. She stuffed her hands in the pockets of her sweatpants, lowered her head to look at the sidewalk, and trudged along that way, trying not to draw any undue attention to herself. She endured the walk without giving herself away, despite passing a homeless drug addict who was passed out and lying on the sidewalk with a needle literally sticking out of his arm.
There was also a very shady-looking black guy with a suspicious bulge in his waistline that she was sure was a gun. He hollered at her as she went past, “you lookin for a fix? I got what you need.” She didn’t look up, only increased her pace a bit to hurry past him. He muttered, “raggedy old bitch probably ain’t got no money anyhow,” as she went by.
Emma smiled after she was out of his sight. In the months since discovering that the high she got from sucking dick was just as much about the gloryhole as it was about the cum, she’d gotten pretty good at disguising herself so she could pass unnoticed into some very questionable places. She told herself that it was developing her acting skills, but even she wasn’t delusional enough to think this behavior was about anything more than blowing a random stranger and getting that sweet, sweet cum.
The Hole in the Wall’s entrance was below street level on the side of a large brick building, down a dark, garbage-strewn alley. There was only a single streetlight illuminating the narrow road. The other lights, it seemed, had been busted out for quite some time. Emma turned down the alley and walked up toward a faded red door at the bottom of a shady looking stairwell. Next to it was a flickering neon sign that read Hole in the Wall in shifting pink, purple, and yellow lights. She touched the sticky, metal doorknob, and felt her pussy clench in anticipation as she turned it and went inside.
There was a soft jingle of bells as she pulled the door open. Immediately accompanying it was the pungent odor of sweat, misery, and dried up, old jizz. The main storeroom floor was lit by a series of obnoxious flickering florescent lights. It was covered in old, peeling yellow wallpaper, and was filled with tired-looking wooden shelves lined mostly with decade old VHS tapes. An auspicious and thrilling beginning, she thought. This place was obviously a front for something else. The dust on those tapes was thick and there wasn’t a single customer browsing.
She walked toward the counter at the room’s far end. Behind it stood a tall, gaunt, greasy man with long, thin, black hair and dark, beady eyes. His demeanor made her think of how a younger, less reputable Severus Snape might look. He watched her approach with a narrowed gaze and a skeptical scowl on his lips. “You lookin for Dantrell? He’s round the corner outside. We don’t sell smack here, junkie.”
Emma put her hands on the glass counter. She’d purposely rubbed a little dirt on them to complete her disguise. She didn’t want him to recognize her, so she kept her head down, the cap pulled low and softly said, “I’m not a junkie,” in an American accent.
“No. You could’ve fooled me,” he said dismissively. “What do you want then?”
Emma licked her lips anxiously, she could feel her pussy clenching. She was desperate for cum and didn’t know how she’d handle it if this guy sent her away because he thought she was a homeless drug addict. “You…you got a back room? I,” she swallowed nervously, “I heard you… you sometimes pay girls to—”
The man behind the counter laughed. “Get lost, bitch, my customers don’t need whatever STD is hitching a ride behind those filthy lips.”
“I’m clean,” Emma pleaded. “I, I just need the cash…”
“You’re clean?” His skepticism clung heavy to his voice. “Hmmmm,” the man rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “Look up here, let me see your eyes. I can always tell a drugie from the eyes.”
Emma took a step back; her instinct was to bolt. She was sure if she looked up at this greasy asshole that he would recognize her. But, if she didn’t get a dick in her mouth soon…well, she didn’t know what would happen, only felt the need for it consuming her. It’s worth the risk, she told herself, her disguise hadn’t failed her yet. People see what they want to see, and no one would see a celebrity dressed like she was in a place like this. So, nervously, she raised her gaze and looked the shopkeeper in the eyes.
He peered down at her, towering over her like an ominous scarecrow. His dark eyes narrowed in suspicion, looking very much like a taller, younger, and thinner Alan Rickman. “Closer,” he sneered, beckoning Emma near.
She took a tentative step forward and the man seized her chin. He leaned down, getting a close look into her eyes. His breath smelled foul, like tuna fish sitting in the sun, his lips were thin and tightened as he considered her. The good news was, there was no indication in his eyes that he recognized her. Still, Emma had expected some kind of a reaction. Most men, she’d learned long ago found her amazingly sexy. Even without makeup, dirt on her face, and dressed like a bag-lady she was hot. This man, however didn’t think so. Either that, or he had so little regard for her that she didn’t even register as a person… That last idea made her pussy quiver.
“Not bloodshot,” he said softly. “Pupils aren’t dialated…” He released her chin allowing her to step back. “It seems you are clean, what a surprise,” he said, under his breath. “Though a shower certainly wouldn’t hurt,” he muttered, wiping his hands on his pants.
Emma breathed a sigh of relief. His gaze had taken in the dirt and the disheveled clothes, but not her identity. He glanced toward a door in the corner of the shop, “you make twenty percent, or four bucks a customer. Customers stay as long as they like, up to an hour. Take it or get your skanky ass the fuck out.”
The statement was flat and didn’t seem up for negotiation. Not that Emma was interested in the money. But, she also didn’t want him to be suspicious. She dropped her gaze back to the floor. “Five,” she said softly. “I’m worth it.”
The greasy shopkeeper cast an appraising gaze over Emma. The baggy, dirty clothes did wonders to hide the amazing body beneath it and to obscure the fact that she was a world-famous celebrity. “Open your mouth,” he ordered. “Let me see your teeth, your gums.”
It was degrading, but it made Emma’s pussy spasm as she looked back up at him. She opened her mouth in a wide O and used her finger to pull her lips back so she could show the haughty shopkeeper her gums. She trembled as he reached out for her and slowly inserted his index finger into her mouth.
Again, she expected some soft of reaction from the man. As a Hollywood starlet, she had ridiculously well-maintained teeth. They were bright white, and polished to shine under the camera, and were a clear indicator, by any means that she didn’t live on the street. However, the shopkeeper continued to look at her like she was subhuman, like she was less than worthless, and Emma found that extremely arousing. Her breathing began to increase as his finger entered her mouth. Her pussy spasmed as he touched her teeth and gums, as he ran his finger back and forth over her tongue. The whole while staring impassively into her eyes. She felt her legs tremble in lust and longing as she stood under that gaze… but never once did the light of recognition spark on his face. “Five,” he agreed, in a whisper as he withdrew his finger from her mouth. “But you start with giving me a freebie.”
“Deal…” she sighed, practically having an orgasm right there from the demeaning and dismissive way he addressed her.
The shopkeeper let his hand fall back to his side. His gaze drifted back toward the front door as if Emma had ceased to exist. “Well, hurry up,” he muttered, when she didn’t immediately move. “Get back here before I change my mind…” He then folded his arms across his chest and didn’t look back at her even as she made her way around the counter.
Emma quickly moved around behind the counter while the shopkeeper totally ignored her. She sat the baseball hat on the counter, it would only interfere with the task at hand, and she dropped to her knees in front of him. She reached out a trembling hand to the zipper on his frayed black jeans and bit her lip in anticipation. Slowly, she slid it down, then reached into his pants and searched for his cock. It was completely flaccid, as if he couldn’t give two shits he was about to get blown, or that he even acknowledged there was a girl on her knees before him.
She fished it out and gasped softly. Even flaccid, it was very long and was clean and smooth. Emma gulped and licked her lips as the tension continued to build in her pussy. Unable to take it any longer, she leaned in and wrapped her lips around the tip. She closed her eyes, reveling in the sensation of again having a dick in her mouth, then began to suckle softly upon it.
The shopkeeper made not one noise, groan, or sigh, even as Emma worked her lips all the way down its length. She reached out with her tongue and lapped softly at his cleanly shaven nutsack as she held his slowly hardening prick in her mouth. He leaned against the wall, impassive as if this was something that happened every day. It probably was.
It made Emma’s pussy tingle to think how she was just another faceless slut slobbering on this guy’s prick. She lapped at his balls and slid her lips up and down its length for a minute or so as it grew to full size. His dick wasn’t very big around. But what it lacked in girth, it made up for with its enormous length. Also, it was fastidiously clean, which wasn’t the biggest turn on for Emma. but doing it right out here on the open floor of this dirty shop more than made up for the lack of filth.
Emma popped it from her mouth, turned her head, and slid her lips down the side of the shopkeeper’s amazing dick. When she reached the base, she sucked both of his testicles into her mouth and began to work his shaft up and down with her hand. Even then, despite the drool dripping from the head of his cock, despite Emma sucking on his balls like her life depended on it, he never moved or even seemed to acknowledged her presence.
That all changed when she heard the soft jingle of bells, indicating that a customer had entered the store. She froze in fear, his dick in hand, and balls filling her mouth. Heavy footsteps sounded on the floor as the gentleman approached the counter. The shopkeeper seized her head and pulled her away. When she gasped in startlement, he thrust his prick back into her mouth and held her there with a strong hand.
“Hey, Vick,” said a deep voice.
The shopkeeper, whose name apparently was Vick, said. “Sup, Mike,” and held Emma forcefully all the way down on his cock.
Emma struggled to breathe. She gasped and choked on the long, thin prick lodged in her throat. He held her there while Mike watched and laughed. “Found another one I see?”
“Hey,” Vick said, as the two men slapped hands, “a homeless bitch in turmoil is her loss, our gain.” He then pulled Emma’s hair, dragging her lips back along his cock.
She took a deep gasp of breath before being plunged back down its length. Her pussy was shuddering at the degrading way she was being treated, and with her hands free, she lowered one into her sweatpants. Her fingers rubbed her clit as the two men continued to talk.
“Booth two is open. Ain’t nobody back there right now. You want in?”
“You know it,” Mike responded, as Vick continued to fuck Emma’s face, dragging her lips back and forth on his cock as he yanked on her hair, pulling her to and fro. There was a rustling sound as Mike reached into his pants to fish out a twenty. He placed it on the counter then said. “This bitch gonna be back there later?”
“We’ll see,” the shopkeep responded as he continued to casually fuck Emma’s face. “Depends on how this goes. So far,” he said, with a sneer, “it’s not going well.”
“Bitches,” Mike said conceitedly. There was a sound then as they two men slapped hands again followed by heavy footsteps as Mike moved toward the door in the corner of the store. Then a buzzing noise and the sound of a door opening.
When it closed, Vick released his hold on Emma’s hair and said, “I’m beginning to second guess this, bitch. Better change my mind or I’m kicking your ass to the curb.” He then casually crossed his arms over his chest and turned an uncaring gaze back to the front door.
Emma moaned in ecstasy as she buried her face in his pubes, fulling lodging his prick in her throat. The degradation combined with the impassivity of the shopkeeper was turning her on like never before. She began to furiously rub at her clit as drool poured from her mouth and she again reached out with her tongue to lap at his balls.
She took a deep breath as she pulled back and sucked down hard on the head. Her tongue swirled around it, then bounced and undulated as she plunged back down the length. When she again reached the base, she swallowed, or tried to, sending a wave of sensation down the shopkeeper’s length. Despite all this, he continued to stand there as if all of this were just another boring day.
“Fuck,” she gasped, pulling back and springing his dick free of her mouth. Emma nuzzled the tip and looked up at Vick, who was watching the front door as if it were vastly more interesting than what was happening below his waist, “You’ve got one of the most amazing dicks I’ve ever sucked.” she sighed again, as her hand cranked it up and down all while her other hand rubbed and stroked her clit.
The shopkeeper glanced down at her when she spoke, his gaze impassive and uncaring. “Suck. Bitches don’t need opinions.” Then he looked away, returning his gaze to the shop.
Emma moaned, her pussy spasmed in a mini orgasm, and she latched her lips back around the head of his cock. She sucked on it ardently, reaching her hand beneath his shaft and began to lightly tug and fondle on his balls as her drool poured down his shaft. Her tongue again swirled around the tip and she eased her lips back down his shaft till her nose again brushed against his thick, black pubes.
The door to the shop opened again to the jingling of bells as Emma’s lips slid to the base of Vick’s prick. This time, instead of freezing, she moaned, thrust two of her fingers into her hot, wet cunt and began to earnestly bob up and down on his magnificent cock.
Footsteps creaked across the floor, but this time, to her surprise, Vick didn’t seize her head. He let her go and Emma sighed. She pulled his cock free and rubbed it over her face, turning slightly to look from the corner of her eye.
The new customer appeared to be little more than a homeless vagrant. He was wearing a ragged old coat, baggy pants with a hole in the leg, and had a thick, scraggly gray beard. The man looked at Vick, then down at Emma. His eyebrow lifted in surprise, but when he spoke, it was to address Vick. “It still twenty dollars, young man?”
The shopkeeper nodded his head. “It is.”
The old man’s eyes went back to Emma, who was no longer looking at him, but was back to bobbing her head enthusiastically up and down on Vick’s prick. He began to fish dollar bills out of various pockets. They were crumpled and dirty. “This…this one gonna be back there later?” he said, eyeing Emma and straightening the bills out on the counter.
Vick laughed, patting the side of Emma’s face where his prick was currently bulging against the inside of her cheek. “As soon as she’s finished here, she will be.” He gripped her hair, pulling his dick free and slapped it twice firmly against her cheek. “You wanna wait, Pops, get first crack at the cum craving, little skank?” He stuffed his meat back into Emma’s mouth and said, “she’s a pretty decent little cock sucker.”
“Sure…” he said, swallowing in anticipation. Clearly, the thought of having such a hot, young girl sucking on his dick was already making him hard. He handed Vick the mismatched pile of crumpled old bills. “I’ll just browse till you’re done. Thank you, young man.”
“Anytime, Gramps,” Vick responded. He used his hold on Emma’s hair to force his long, skinny prick all the way to the back of her throat. Holding her there, he hissed, “you got one minute to finish me off or we’re done.” He turned a cold gaze onto Emma, “and since I can tell you’re getting off on this, you should know that Pops there probably hasn’t showered in a month or more.”
Emma’s eyes rolled up in her head as he spoke. She orgasmed as her fingers moved inside her. The thought of sucking that dirty, old, homeless guy’s filthy prick, the thought that he hadn’t showered in months, and the degrading, casual way Vick treated her like she was nothing, sent her over the edge. She moaned in ecstasy and sucked down hard, rolling her tongue along Vick’s shaft as it darted from her lips, and lapped heavily at his balls.
He released her hair at the statement. Emma immediately began to fuck her own throat in long, hard, vicious strokes as she moved her lips vigorously up and down the shopkeeper’s shaft. Her soft, brown eyes turned bloodshot, and tears poured down her cheeks as she tortured her throat, trying to get Vick off. She pulled her hand out of her pants and wrapped them both around his shaft. She then began to pump it up and down as her lips slid up and down the top half while her fingers stroked the bottom.
She felt Vick tense and knew, despite his cavalier attitude that he must be close. “Please fill me with your cum,” Emma whispered softly, forgetting in the moment to use her American accent. He looked down at her as she wrapped her sexy lips back around him and went back to pumping his prick. He watched her, his dark eyes studying hers as she furiously worked him toward orgasm.
His body went rigid. He seized her head and forced her lips all the way down his cock and, with a soft, almost imperceptible grunt blew his load. He held her in place and pumped his hips back and forth as he milked his cock using Emma’s spasming throat muscles. He fucked her face, slowly, till every last ounce of cum had been drained from his balls and Emma was blue in the face from a lack of oxygen.
When he was done, he pushed her roughly to the floor. He reached into his pocket and withdrew a key. “You’re in stall number one. I expect this back when you’re done.” Vick then put his prick back into his pants and walked toward the far end of the counter to switch on an old TV.
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