Emma Watson Porn Story: Tales Of The CoF II: Teacher Teach Me

Note: The Church of Fucking, to the best of my knowledge is an entirely fictional organization. Any resemblance to any real organizations, secret or public is completely coincidental Nor is any insult or threat meant towards Miss Watson. This is a fantasy. If you can’t figure that out on your own, get professional help
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codes: Mf, oral, first, cons

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Emma Watson’s first thought when she met her new tutor had been that she’d traded up.

Emma had first taken serious notice of boys about a year ago but between her work schedule and some overprotectiveness on her father’s part she never got to meet any except on the movie set. Of course Daniel, Tom and even Rupert were all cute and certainly they got along as friends but, if anything, she saw *too* much of them. They were more like brothers than boyfriend material. Besides, at the risk of sounding like Hermione they were *boys* which meant they were several kilometers behind her in the maturity department. And in Daniel’s case she wasn’t even sure he *liked* girls.

All the young actors were required by law to attend class on set during filming but the four stars were given private tutors. Emma had liked her tutor for the Sorceror’s Stone and Chamber opf Secrets, a woman who’s wry sense of humor had complemented her own. They had quite got on. Last year’s had been a disaster, a greasy middle-aged man who had always been putting his arm around her withpout being asked. When, that is his hand hadn’t been on her knee.

*This* teacher, she thought, could put his hands pretty much anywhere he wanted, even though so far he’d frustratingly shown no notice of her as a girl. Both in looks and demeanor he reminded her the star of an old movie series her father was fond of, Dirty Harry.

Lately in an attempt to rouse his interest she’d been bringing racy clothes to the set any day they had a tutoring session is a big carryall bag and changing into them from her more normal clothes just before he showed up. part of her hoped that he might come in *while* she was changing but she wasn’t quite bold enough to time it on purpose.

Today she was wearing a pink half-shirt with the word BRAT on it in sparkling letters that showed off her smooth tight belly and lower ribcage. Her breasts were small enough not to really need a bra so she had taken it off and stuffed it in with her other clothes. She wasn’t brave enough to go without knickers but if she had, her white pleated skirt was short enough to show it when she bent over.

“Oh it probably doesn’t matter,” she grumbled to herself. After all, he hadn’t shown any interest in her before, why would he now?

* * * * * *

Bright young thing though she was, Emma was dead wrong. The man known as Mr. Parr on the set hadn’t had anything *but* the conquest of her sweet young body on his mind since before he’s been hired. Through long experience and training as a Teacher he knew that it was best to let the Student seduce herself and that one of the best ways to do that was to act like a present with no interest in being unwrapped. His instructors in the Church referred to it as “the Spock Strategy”.

When he stepped into the trailer and saw how Emma was dressed he decided that it was time to move things up a notch. Truthfully he knew that she had been primed and ready for some time now, but like a man fasting in preperation for a feast the Teacher had delayed things in order to make his final seduction that much tastier.

* * * * * *

Emma tried to keep from blushing. As the lessons progressed from history to math to French she’d realized that he was finally noticing her. When he thought she wasn’t looking she caught him running his eyes up and down her body, stopping for lingering looks at her legs and breasts. But what next? She knew that if *she* didn’t do anything he might never go beyond looking, She remembered something she’d seen on the telly one time and, removing her sneaker sent her foot running up one of his legs and rubbing it against his knee.

She felt her foot being picked up and held in a strong pair of hands. Then she felt her foot being massaged in an absolutly thrilling way. She closed her eyes and sighed.

“Miss Watson? Are you all right?” From all the expression in Mr. Parr’s face nothing was going on beneath the table they were working at.

“Umm, could you call me Emma?”

She felt her foot released and put gently back to the floor. He smiled radiantly back at her. “Only if you call me Willy”

She blushed and looked away. “I can’t call you *that*!”

“Why not? Oh, right, I forgot what that means in British slang. My bad. I suppose you should call me Bill then” He got up and leaned over her. His hand reached out and started stroking her jawline. “In any case are you all right?”

“Just fine. Where *are* you from?”

“Tennesee in the USA Miss…I mean Emma.” His fingers had reached a spot between the back of her jaw and her ear and pressed gently which sent feelings through her she’d never really thought such an innocent seeming spot could generate.

“Unh,” she said. His face lowered towards her and his lips brushed against hers once then again. Then he retreated a step, letting go of her. Unconciously she leaned towards him.

“Why did you stop?” She hated the pleading sound in her voice but couldn’t stop it.

“Do you really want someone to walk in on us kissing? Maybe we shouldn’t go any further.”

“Oh but…no. Just one more kiss? A real one this time?”

“Is there anywhere…safer?”

“Well my mum and I have seperate rooms at the hotel. And she goes off shopping most of the day. We’ll have hours and hours.”

“Hmmm, only if you’re sure.”

“Oh I am!” She wasn’t really all that sure but she wasn’t going to have him thinking she was a silly mixed up girl

“Tell you what, I’ll come over but I’ll knock three times. If you don’t answer the third time I’ll assume you changed your mind.”

“Can…can I have a kiss first?”

He leaned back and this time let his tongue out to tease her lips open, then let it into her mouth to play fully while his hands danced over her skin touching just the right nerve bundles in just the right way. Then as he pulled away (because she couldn’t have broken off the kiss at that point if her life had depended on it) let his fingers flick one of her now erect nipples as if by accident.

Just before he left he turned and blew a kiss towards her tear streaked face. It was, he knew, a perfect performance. But more than just a performance. All Teachers learned that no seduction could work unless they truly did love their Students and at that moment he genuinely loved her just as he had loved those before and would love those after her. Because after all, that was what the Church was all about.

* * * * * *

When she heard the first knock she didn’t answer. Or the second. It wasn’t until right after the third knock that she opened the door. She looked quickly both ways and then let him in.

On first look she was dressed more demurely than she had been at the trailer. She was in a white dress with a high neck and the hemline ended just above the knee. But it clung to every curve like a second skin, leaving no doubt as to her charms.

The Teacher was wearing a light blue t-shirt and jeans, both of which were tight and showed off his lean muscularture.

“I’m sorry I didn’t let you in right away…um…Bill.”

“Second thoughts?” he asked as they moved towards the couch.

“Well not exactly. I was worried that… well…”

“I might think you were a slut?”

“Well…yes.” by this point they were sitting on the couch and she was leaning against him, her slender young body pressed gently against his, his arm loosely around her.

“Emma,” he lifted her by the chin and looked into her eyes, “do you know what a slut is?”

“Well it’s a girl who…” He stopped her with two fingers acoss her lips ready to deliver his first lesson.

“A slut is what women who are afraid of their bodies call a woman who isn’t.” His fingers traced the shape of her lips. The middle finger drew a line along the meeting place of her lips.

“A slut is what men call a woman who scares them because her sex drive is as strong as theirs.” His finger entered her mouth and started playing with her tongue.

“In other words, a slut is what the weak and fearful call a strong woman because they want to drag her down to their level.” Emma was now sucking on his finger like a minature penis while his other hand massaged the back of her neck. He withdrew his finger and substituted his tongue while his hand went down to play with her breasts through the fabric of her dress and his other hand slowly unzipped it’s back.

He withdrew from the kiss leaving her in a semi-trance of need. “Say ‘I’m a slut'”

Still uncertain and struggling with her preconceptions she hesitated,” I’m…I’m a”

He slowly pulled her dress down from her shoulders to just above her erect nipples. “You’re what?” he asked kissing the space between her breasts

“I’m a slut,” she said, half moaning.

“And how does that make you feel” Her small firm breasts were bare now and his tongue flicked across the hard little nubs of her nipples.

“Proud?…Strong….Randy!”

He peeled her dress down her body, leaving her naked except for a pair of silk peach bikini panties. He removed his own shirt and knelt in front of her. His hands worked her breasts while he licked the undersides of her tits. He saw and smelt her young pussy getting wetter and wetter. He kissed and felt his way down her torso, provoking a storm of giggles when he tickled her ribs and moans when his mouth and fingers massaged her belly muscles. Finally he reached her panty line. His tongue slid along the top then slowly he peeled them down her legs. Slowly and to the accompaniment of his young pupil’s moans and gasps his tongue worked it’s way deeper and deeper into her sex-flower. Finally he found her clit and gave it his full attention, both licking and sucking.

“AHHHHHHH!” Emma screamed as she came. “I want…I want…”

“What?” “Bill” asked, his eyes and voice intent on what came next.

“I want you to…”

“Yes?” His fingers entered where his tongue had been, vigorously thrusting in and out to push her answer in the direction he wanted.

“I want you to fuck me! Pleasepleaseplease fuck me!”

The teacher smiled. It never failed to thrill him when a Student delivered herself into his hands. Best of all was when the Student used the F-word. “Making love” was a hypocritical euphemism and “having sex” was far too sterile for his taste.

He knew that Emma would have let him take her then and there on the couch but he preferred the bed for first times. It was both more comfortable physically and created a greater feeling of intimacy than a couch or floor, thus bonding Teacher and Student together more firmly.

He picked Emma up, lifting her slender body easily and deposited kisses on her breasts, stomach and pussy provoking a mixture of moans and giggles before carrying her across the threshold into her bedroom.

He laid her gently down on the bed and took off his jeans revealing a huge 8″ erection. The English nymphet involuntarily backed up, eyes widening.

“It…it won’t fit!”

“Bill” had known of course that this moment would come, it usually did. He smiled and straddled her so that his cock rested against her stomach.

“Emma, look at me, look into my eyes. Do you trust me?”

“Y-yes,” she said hestitantly.

He leaned down and kissed her again then went from her mouth to her neck while his arms braced him against the bed so that his weight was on her only lightly. His hands reached up and massaged her neck and ears.

“And do you want me?”

“Yes!” she said more firmly this time.

“I won’t lie to you. It’ll hurt some but I know how to make it not so bad and then to make it really good for both of us. So again, do you trust me?”

She just nodded this time, the fear not entirely gone but conquered by her lust. He eased his cockhead between her lower lips and then, slowly into her tunnel, letting her get used to the feel of him in her. He pushed in until his cockhead was touching her hymen. He put his hand between her lips.

“Emma sweetie, when I push in bite down, it’ll make you feel better.” With that he pulled almost out of her and then thrust home. Blood flowed from them both as Emma did indeed bite down with all her might, sealing their love-pact with the blood of both.

Again he waited for her to get used to the feel of him then, slowly at first, then faster as her moans of pain turned to ones of pleasure he started pounding his cock deeper and deeper into her.

As he sensed her mounting towards orgasm he asked, “You want it don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“You love it don’t you?”

“Oh yes!

“What do you love?”

“The fucking, I love the fucking!

“You’ll do anything for it?”

“Oh yes, just keep pounding me please! I love your cock I love it!” With that her hands dug into his back and her slender legs gripped his hips like a vise trying to drag him deeper into her as she came.

He continued to ram into her until she came yet again and then came himself.

“Billy?”

“Yes?”

“Am I going to get preggers?”

“No. I’m fixed.” Indeed all Teachers had vasectomies before they were sent out. The last thing the Church wanted was a revealing scandal.

“Here, feel.” He brought her small hand down to his sack so she could feel the scar then moved her hand along it to carress his balls. When he removed his hand from hers she continued then brought her other hand to stroke his cock.

She removed her hand and looked at the stickiness on it. “Ick”

He raised her hand to her mouth. “It’s not so bad, taste it.”

She did, hesitantly at first then less so. “”Salty,” she said smiling. “But it’s still messy down there.”

“Then why don’t you lick it clean?”

She obeyed, licking first one side, then around the shaft and finally the head, placing it in her mouth and both licking and sucking vigorously. Placing his hands behind her head he startted mouthfucking her, something that at first she resisted but was soon doing enthusiastically. Just as he was about to cum he removed himself from her mouth so that he came all over her chest and neck.

“Now it’s your turn to clean me!” Emma said with a mock pout.

“Happy to oblige.” As he proceeded to lick her clean she came up with another question.

“Bill?”

“Yes?”

“Is this justmmmmm…a one timer? Ohhh…because if it is…”

He looked up from his “work” and gave her a serious look. “I won’t lie and say this is going to be forever because there is no such thing. All men and women, and you *are* a woman now, can do is enjoy what they have for as long as they have it and not regret it when it goes away but go looking for another good thing. But there will be another time and another after that. I have a lot to teach you and plan to take my time doing it and to enjoy doing it.”

She thought about that and was more than happy to settle for what he was willing to give her. “Very well then,” she said mock-seriously, “teach me everything.”