Emma Watson’s Porn Story: Emma Gets Bonded

Emma Gets Bonded
By KWheels

Emma Watson, Robbie Coltrane, Pierce Brosnan, Sean Connery

M/F, MM/F, Mm/F, oral, n/c, n/c?, drugs, enhancers

Disclaimer: This is the work of fiction. All acts and actions are
fictional and bare no resemblance to the truth. If you are under 18, you
may not read this story. While based on real people and real events, none
of this happened. The author has never met any of the people mentioned in
this story.

The British Academy Awards, also known as the BAFTA’s, which were held in
February of this year, honored “Harry Potter and the Prisioner of Azkaban”
for being 2004’s most popular movie in Great Britian. In addition to the
producers and Warner Brother’s suits that attended, Emma Watson, the comely
young nymph who plays “Hermonie Granger” in the series, gave a thank you
speech on behalf of the actors in the film.

She wore a green dress, showing off her growing bustline and she was quite
bewitching that night. Little did she know what was in store for her after
the show. She was already a internet favorite and pedophiles and horny old
men had rented out entire movie theaters in both the United Kingdom and the
United States just to watch Emma and work their tools over her hot body.

I was the lucky one, of course. Emma is my wife, you see. She and I met
in 2001 when I was living in England. A secret relationship followed, which
was then followed earlier this year by a secret wedding that was attended by
five others, not including Emma and myself. Her own mother knew nothing of
me and her dad had to be brought in to sign the papers under threat of the
real reason the Watson’s were divorced.

I of course, could never be seen with her, not even at a public event.
She had attended with her mother and Robbie Coltrane, her co-star in the
“Potter” series. I was there in a unoffical capacity, I was pitching a
script to Sienna Miller, based on her short-lived FOX television show, “Keen
Eddie.” As the show progressed, I could see the my Ems was sitting next to
Pierce Brosnan, the fine Irish-British actor who starred in the last five
James Bond movies. I could also see that he had a hard-on to beat the band.

The show had ended and everyone was making a beeline for the toliets. I
happened to roll my wheelchair into the loo when both Pierce and Robbie were
in there and Robbie said “Kent, you old yankee pervert, how are you?”
Pierce laughed and i responded “Robbie, if the british press knew about your
antics, you’d be a briclayer at one of this country’s finest hotels.”
Pierce just laughed and said “Ask Minnie Driver.” To which, a voice from
the stall said in that familar Scottish brough, “I’d ask Minnie Driver any
day of the week.”

“Bond, James Bond.” Those three words, if not the most famous spoken on
the silver screen, rank right up there. Here he was, in the flesh. Sean
Connery. The Only James Bond, in my book. He exited the stall, washed his
hands and left. The three of us would have peed our pants had we not all
just relieved ourselves.

I then taxied over to a couple of parties and made the rounds. By the time
I had found my little wife, Robbie had found her first. They were in the
back and Emma was on her knees, servicing Robbie’s 8 inch tool with her pie
hole. “She drinks cum like it’s soda,” i told him as I watched my slutty
forbidden wife gag on Haggrid’s babymaker. From behind me, I heard the
footsteps of another man and turned around to see Pierce striding toward
that liitle nubile cunt.

He had his massive meat pole out and was at least a inch longer than
Robbie’s. He then proceeded to lift up her dress, rip off her thong and
begin raping her pussy, which had already been wet and satisified by Mischa
Barton of “the O.C.” at a earlier party. Emma started screaming but her
screams were muffed by Robbie’s throbbing meatpole.

Pierce was pounding her cunt hard. Calling her every name in the book, and
holding Emma’s hot tits, tearing them apart. “You fucking spoilt little
cunt. You are the biggest tease here tonight. My…name…is…Bond” he
grunted as he violently thrust in and out of her pussy.

Robbie couldn’t contain himself anymore. He started rolling his eyes back in
his head and held Emma’s blonde hair and started cumming in Emma’s hot
mouth. “That’s right, bitch. Choke on Haggird’s manhood.” Pierce was on
about something and Robbie arched his back as fluid drained from his phallic
muscle into this teen age girl’s throat.

Emma had lost total control of her body and was almost passed out when
Robbie has finished with her. But Pierce had other ideas. She was now
prone on the floor and spread eagle with her elegant dress ripped to shreads
around her stomach. Pierce started trying to push all of his 9 inches into
her pussy and getting harder and harder as she cried even more. “No, no,”
came the whimpers as Pierce used every swear word known to man and threw in
a few Gaelic ones from his childhood in Ireland. He was having his way with
this young girl and he didn’t care who she was.

He came with such ferocity and such pleasure on his face it was as if it had
been 10 years since his last fuck. He drooled all over her face as he
crumpled for a few moments but then got up, put his jacket back on, zipped
up his pants and made his way back to the party like nothing happened.
Robbie came back in as Emma was unconscious on the floor. Before we could
go over to her and figure out what to do Sean Connery had spotted what was
going on and came over. “You’re going to have to get her out of here
without everyone knowing.”

Robbie had grabbed a tablecloth and wrapped it around Emma and i had woken
her up. Soon, Sean had come back through the back door and we were led out
into the cool London night. We got Emma into the back seat and the car
drove off to my hotel. I rang ahead as to not create a stir at the front.
We went through the kitchen entrance and took the service elevator up to my
room. Emma was laid out on the bed and still half awake. I had gone into
the bathroom to relieve myself and when i came back into the room, Sean had
gotten on the bed and was straddling Emma’s torso and her mouth was getting
pounded by this legend. He had taken a viagra and was going to give this
little starlet the fucking of her life.

Sean had been known to treat women roughly. He had a handfull of Emma’s
hair and was jamming his tool down her throat. His dick was average size,
but Emma was absolutely getting the fucking of her life from a man old
enough to be her grandfather. “Ohhh yes…that’s it. I am going to stay
hard for another two hours tonight, at least.”

My secret wife was getting pounded into the bed. She was completely naked
and all i could do is just watch and wank. I went out into the hallway and
called the airline and made a reservation for Emma and I the next afternoon
for Cyprus where noone would bother us and Emma could rest for a few days.
Of course, I used her “married name” and then went back in the room. Sean
had released once and was cramming his manhood into her hot perfect ass.

She was screaming at the top of her lungs and i went over there and put my
dick in her mouth. “Yes, baby. Take your mind off grandpa Sean fucking
your shithole. Make your man cum.” She was about to pass out when Sean
reached around to her stomach area and suddenly stopped and said “This girl
is pregnant!!!”

“Yes, she is. About three weeks.” Sean mumbled some shit about a ”stupid
teenage cunt” and blew his wad into Emma’s bowels. I then got on the bed
with her and put her on her back as Sean proceeded to put his dick in her
mouth as I fucked my Em and heard her muffled moans and her arms failing all
about as i pounded her with my hard cock. I came inside her and collaspsed
on the other side of the bed, a mere mortal. Emma had by now, passed out as
well and I have very little recollection of what went on the rest of the
night.

I woke up the next morning with Emma snug in my arms. Sean was nowhere to
be found and there was a note on the dresser. “Best Fuck I have had in 40
years. Good luck and stay as long as you want, on me, Sean.”

The End