With Emma Watson
A TPG Short
(MF, BJ, group, drugs, voy)
This FICTIONAL story contains graphic sexual situations, if you are under age or easily offended STOP READING!
“Emma! Emma!” I shouted with other fans from behind the velvet rope. “Can I get an autograph?”
Despite our pleas, Emma Watson could only flash me a curious glare before she was ushered away by her people and unceremoniously bundled into the packed theatre. I had to grin as I watched her glance over her bodyguard’s shoulder one final time, trying hard to recall where she had seen me before.
It had been almost three whole years to the week since I had last seen Emma in person, and although I had presumed she would remember me and the events of that evening, she apparently did not.
Of course, she was in the midst of promoting her latest film and was on the red carpet dressed up to the nines. It was a far cry to the way she had looked the last time we were together.
Although I knew it was going to be a little awkward talking to her again and rehashing all those memories, I decided that since I was in town it was well worth the effort. Just the mere reaction on her face would more than pay for the train fare into old London town that day.
Nevertheless, as I watched her arrive to the star studded event, flanked by security, all I could think about was the way she looked (and sounded) that notorious night as she was surrounded and fucked by all those guys.
The lewd image played over and over again in my head, and made me grin.
“What a difference a few years can make.” I snickered.
By all accounts, Emma Watson was a shy and innocent college student who dressed conservatively and mostly kept to herself. From the moment she had arrived on campus, everyone had made a huge fuss over her admittance into Brown, and it wasn’t unusual to find a few paparazzi lurking around the grounds trying to land that special snap.
Despite this threat, I had noted how her clothes always seemed to be a little too tight for her slender frame, such that it was a common occurrence to see her inadvertently flash her thong panties as she walked up the stairs or when she took a seat in front of me during our many lectures.
Judging from her attire, you could almost be mistaken for thinking that she actually enjoyed teasing the photographers with her body, daring them to take that much sort after shot of her.
Like Emma, I too had originally hailed from Oxford, England, and was delighted to learn that we shared a number of classes together. But as eager as I was to introduce myself to her, I soon learnt that she had a steady boyfriend who somehow managed to visit her from back home at least once or twice a month.
Meanwhile, as I stood there at the film premiere reminiscing about our brief history together, I found myself wondering if Emma had ever even shared her night of passionate with anyone. I mean I assume it wasn’t everyday that she got gangbanged at a party, especially with the knowledge that she was such a willing and eager participant.
As security came over and began to usher us away, I took the opportunity to reminisce some more about our time together.
It was a glorious spring day as I walked from class and heard someone call out my name. When I turned around, I found it was Emma. I waited for her to catch up and she asked me about some assignments which were due later that day.
“Oh by the way,” she added, “I heard someone mention that you’re from Oxford as well?”
“Yeah,” I nodded.
“Why didn’t you say something?” she smiled as she playfully slapped me on the arm.
“I dunno,” I shrugged, “I didn’t want to bother you.”
“You could never bother me, silly.” she replied, and we walked and talked for several minutes getting to know each other.
It was during this conversation that I discovered that she was apparently staying in an apartment with friends just down the street from the house where I resided. Feeling social, I then told her about a party we were hosting later that evening, and invited her along, never really expecting her to accept.
“Really?” Emma giggled, before she then went on to explain how she had heard all about our infamous parties, and despite all the scandalous rumors, would try to attend.
“I would love to come, thanks” she declared, “But no promises, okay?”
Naturally with my mind in the gutter, the moment I heard her say those words (love to cum) immediately brought a sly grin to my face. To my surprise Emma seemed to catch on right away, and without saying a word we both laughed.
“You are a rude one, aren’t you!” she laughed, “I’ll have to keep my eye out on you.”
“I could say the same about you.” I replied, before we ultimately went our separate ways.
A few hours later, the party was well underway. It was the beginning of spring break and almost everyone had plans to leave campus. So with that in mind everybody was in a real party mood after class and looking forward to their break.
I surveyed the crowd and eyed a few women that looked drunk and unattached when suddenly, I noticed Emma. Unfortunately for me I also noticed that she was holding hands with someone, and as I had feared it seemed that her boyfriend had accompanied her to the party.
Nevertheless, I approached her at the door and was taken aback for a moment as she greeted me warmly with a friendly peck on the cheek.
“Oh, hey James,” she beamed, “Great party.”
Meanwhile as she spoke, I was still a little dazed by the kiss. It was the first time she had ever shown any form of affection towards me, and from the way she was smiling and carrying on, you would assume we were long lost friends.
Inside, the music was loud enough that I could hardly hear her introduce her boyfriend, Jim or Jay or something along those lines. All the same, I shook his hand and smirked to myself as I noted that he did not have a very firm grip, and I could see the look of disapproval in his eyes as he surveyed the scene.
There a few people were passing a large bong as a thick blue haze hung over the entire room. Others were chugging down beers and spirits, and taking hits off a bottle of tequila that someone had brought to the party.
I asked Emma if she wanted anything to drink, before I headed off to hunt down a couple of beers.
When I returned, Emma pouted and whispered thanks in my ear but explained that she had to leave (her boyfriend’s decision) because they were apparently flying off to Mexico in the morning; a romantic getaway entirely paid for by her, mind you.
The look of disappointment on my face must have been evident because she immediately sulked.
“Aw, I promise to invite you and the guys along next year?” she joked.
“Yeah right,” I replied, and we both laughed again.
As Emma started to leave, I walked them out to the yard and without thinking my eyes happened to fall to the back of her butt and legs. There I checked out her panty line which immediately informed me that as per usual she was clad in a sexy little thong number.
The mere notion gave me an instant woody as I admired her impossibly tight jeans, but then to my chagrin, Emma happened to glance over her shoulder and caught me leering directly at her butt red handed.
I was mortified to say the least, and impulsively reacted by flashing Emma a complimentary wink.
Fortunately for me the sexy starlet did not say anything and she simply smiled slyly behind her boyfriends back, before they both said their goodbyes by the letterbox. Shaking my head of any lewd thoughts, I quickly returned to the party (and drinking) albeit a little shocked and disappointed with myself.
“Why the hell did I do that?” I chastised myself.
A few hours later, I was fairly drunk and enjoying my high when something in the corner of my eye caught my attention. At first I thought I was hallucinating when I thought I saw Emma across the room clutching a beer, but when I realized it was in fact her, I went over and tapped her on the shoulder.
“Hello stranger? You look familiar.”
Once again, Emma laughed and greeted me with a kiss on the cheek before she went on to explain how after her boyfriend had dropped her off, she couldn’t sleep as she was too excited about their vacation the following day.
“Besides,” she added, “I wanted to see for myself if this party really is as wild as everyone keeps telling me.”
With that, we toasted to her curiosity and enjoyed each other’s company.
Ultimately, Watson and I finished our beers and wandered around the party and found ourselves in the kitchen where there I got us another round of drinks. It was also there that I offered her a hit off a joint.
Emma shook her head nervously as she admitted that she had never smoked pot before, but in saying that she was apparently eager to try it and experiment a little. Thrilled, I quickly rolled a fresh blunt and we found a private area by the laundry where we could smoke out of the way of prying eyes.
To my amusement, Emma soon coughed out her lungs, but not before taking in a considerable hit. The pot itself was impressively strong so her pretty brown eyes glazed over fairly quickly.
“You are so smashed right now,” I laughed.
“Nah, you are!” she replied childishly, which only proved my point.
We soon spaced out and discussed various subjects before the topic of conversation turned towards sex and her private life, where she candidly explained that it had already been arranged for her to get engaged and ultimately married off to her boyfriend Jay.
It appeared that her career and now her studies had prevented them from taking the final plunge earlier, which naturally shocked me.
“What?” she finally said in response to my stunned reaction.
“Aren’t you like eighteen or something?”
“So? That doesn’t matter,” Emma claimed, “Jay really loves me.”
“Well shit Emma,” I replied, “I know tons of guys who love you, and who absolutely worship you. You’re fucking famous remember?”
Emma simply shrugged her shoulders before downing some more of her drink.
“I mean, why would you get hitched so young?” I maintained, “You know it probably wouldn’t work out in the long run, right?”
“Well,” she argued, “Look at Jamie-Lynn Spears. She just had a baby and she’s just a teenager.”
“That’s your example?” I laughed. “My god, you are stoned?”
We both laughed again, and I couldn’t help but note just how incredibly adorable she was.
Emma and I shared a few more hits from the joint as I soon began to notice a change in her behavior. She suddenly seemed to be a lot more animated and increasingly affectionate, constantly touching my arm and leaning on me as she laughed, and she laughed a lot.
“So how do you like it?” I asked her.
“I’m easy,” she replied without thinking, “It all depends on whatever mood I’m in.”
“What?” she said in confusion.
“I mean the pot?” I clarified. “How do you like being high?”
“Oh, what?” she began to laugh hysterically, “Oh yeah, I really like it a lot!”
Her laugh was contagious, and realizing her slip-up, we laughed so hard and for so long that we could hardly breath.
“So you’re easy, huh?” I remarked a few minutes later about her comment, making her blush even more. “All depends on your mood?”
Emma simply grinned shyly as I dropped the subject and we talked about something else, even though we both knew I was more than willing to discuss sex with her.
In the meanwhile, it was during this time as we attempted to finish the joint together that she whined about taking the very last drag, and as we briefly tussled, she inadvertently placed her hand over my leg and rubbed her hand very close to my crotch.
This naturally caught my attention right away, and my hands instinctively slipped around her slender waist and I pulled her in tight, holding her close before blowing the excess smoke shotgun style into her mouth.
Emma happily pursed her lips and we both laughed amongst ourselves as we then proceeded to take turns taking deep tokes from the spliff and blowing the excess smoke into each other’s mouths.
At one point her lips were so damn close to mine I would practically taste her.
Caught up in the moment and our high, I suddenly and without warning leaned forward and pressed my lips against hers, and to my delight, Emma did not resist, and in fact reciprocated.
In an instant she allowed me to slip my tongue into her mouth, and making out fervently, I soon moved my hands down her body and across her ass, and pulled her harder against me, grinding her denim clad crotch against my leg.
Naturally my cock had grown considerably hard by this stage and I was sure she could feel it as I pressed it against her hip.
Emma seemed to hesitate for just a moment, a little taken aback by the size of my erection, before she eagerly responded. The actress moaned softly into my mouth and I figured that if I could get her to a more private and comfortable area like a bedroom, she would go all the way.
With that in mind, I abruptly grabbed her by the hand and led her through the party and up the stairs in search of a spare bedroom. But unfortunately for us the room I had in mind was already in use.
Standing by the door, we could hear a couple moaning excessively from inside and it made us laugh.
“Wow, someone’s getting lucky,” Emma snickered, before we then proceeded to look for another room.
Emma and I stopped every now and then to make out and grope one another right there in the dimply lit hallway. I couldn’t believe how aroused she was, which in turn only excited me further.
We just couldn’t get enough of each other, and the more we kissed the more frustrated we grew. In fact, she soon began to play games with her lips and tongue, and now proceeded to suck on my tongue and bite my bottom lip urgently.
“We really need to find a room, James.” she whispered to me.
She was definitely in a playful mood, and horny as hell (as was I).
With her urging, I mimicked her actions and happily sucked on her wet tongue, which seemed to really excite and rile her up. Emma happily offered me her mouth as I reached down and fumbled with the buttons on her jeans.
Finally after several attempts it opened and I unfastened her pants.
Despite standing in the middle of the hallway, Emma did not object or withdraw as I plunged my hand down the front of her pants and inside her panties and proceeded to finger her. In next to no time my fingers brushed across her lush pubic mound, and dipped between the hot, wet, folds of her quim.
“Oh.” she whimpered softly as she instinctively raised a knee and parted her legs to accommodate my exploring hand.
Running my fingers along the span of her slippery minge, I smeared her wetness across her tiny clit and proceeded to tease her, reveling in the scent of her overheated cunt.
My finger worked her clit and she caught her breath. I then took her breath away all together as I dipped them even lower and reached for her opening, and she moaned into my mouth incessantly, kissing me urgently on the lips.
“Oh shit.” she let out as I quickly discovered that her teenage cunt was literally dripping, wet.
Emma was clearly ready to get fucked, and as I contemplated this, I smirked slyly to myself as I felt her reach down between our bodies and stroke my hard-on through my pants. She wanted cock, and she wanted it now!
I responded by slipping two fingers deep inside her sodden cunt, and she grabbed me around the neck, urging me on.
“Yes,” she purred in her sweet English accent, “Fuck me. Fuck me with your fingers, James.”
I could feel her sweet cunt muscles contracting around my delving digits as I proceeded to spear them in and out, watching her hips sway back and forth as I eagerly fucked her with my hand, and ultimately brought forth her first orgasm of the night.
As soon as she finished climaxing, I started pushing her pants further down her legs, leaving her standing there completely exposed from the waist down. Emma wriggled against me as I pushed them down to her knees and grabbed at her tee and pulled it up, revealing her chest.
To my delight I quickly discovered that she was not wearing a bra, and I immediately devoured her beautiful pert breasts with my mouth. Emma closed her eyes and flicked her head back, as a moan escaped her lips. I in the meanwhile gave her succulent chest a good tongue lashing, and bathed her erect brown nipples in saliva.
Just then, Emma suddenly dropped to her knees and started unzipping my jeans. For a moment I had thought I had died and gone to heaven, as I watched the Harry Potter alumni grin up at me and insist I take out my cock.
“Pull it out, James. Please.” she insisted. “Take it out, before I lose my fucking nerve.”
I peered up and down the empty hallway before I helped her pull my pants down to my ankles and released my shlong. My cock sprang out at full attention, almost stroking her in the face, and without wasting anytime Emma swiftly wrapped her lips around the head and enveloped my stiff prick with both hands.
Her mouth felt like strawberry velvet, as I watched the English actress lick and slurp over my throbbing bell-head.
“Jesus Christ!” I gasped, as she hungrily devoured my cock, and in the process made lewd gurgling sounds as she worked me over.
Gripping the side of her head, I then thrust my hips and briefly fucked her mouth before I finally pulled her up to her feet and finished removing her pants.
“Come ‘ere!” I growled down at her, “I want to fuck you so bad right now!”
Emma simply grinned smugly as she now stood there standing completely naked except for a pair of white thong panties which stretched around her parted knees.
Without warning, I then dropped to my knees before her and started kissing the flat of her belly and abdomen, and using my hands, pivoted her hips and directed her to turn around so I could admire and kiss her cute little butt.
“I’ve wanted to kiss the arse for so fucking long.” I told her.
Emma giggled sweetly as I did this, but quickly lost her sense of humor as I gently pressed the small of her back and instructed her to bend forward for me. There she braced herself against the wall with both hands as I gently pulled her taut butt cheeks apart, and exposed her teenage slit to me.
Without thinking I immediately swiped my flat tongue along her glistening slot, causing her to moan aloud, before I quickly straighten up and pressed the head of my cock at her opening, and pushed in.
“James… oh!” she objected for a moment, before she began to moan involuntarily.
To my delight Emma was incredibly tight, but also so wet, that I had little trouble breaching her inner sanctum and buried my cock to the hilt in a few short thrusts.
In an instant I proceeded to ram in and out of her tight young cunt, and she responded to each thrust. Emma moaned languishingly and her ass jiggled enticingly every time my hips slammed into her from behind.
“Ungh! Oh James, unngh! Oh!” she grunted.
A moment later, I felt the contractions as she experienced her second orgasm of the evening, and I reluctantly pulled out and dropped to my knees and proceeded to eat her glistening cunt and ass enthusiastically, which she seemed to love.
“Oh. Yes.” she pined against the wall, her hand snaking around to shove my face deeper between her soft cheeks.
Finally, after several moments of eating her cunt she arched her back and came once again. She was absolutely insatiable and utterly on fire.
Suddenly, Emma grabbed me by the shirt and directed me to sit against the wall as she stepped over and proceeded to straddle me. In a matter of moments she then impaled herself, and immediately began to hump my cock like a woman possessed.
Despite her attempts to keep it down, she made so much noise in the hallway that a few people in the vicinity came out to investigate. It was during this time that a drunk blonde student suddenly peered from behind one of the locked doors, and finding us fucking on the floor in the hallway, giggled and cheered us on.
“Oh yeah!” she encouraged her, “Go for it girl! Ride that stallion, yeah!”
Realizing the growing audience we suddenly had, I found I couldn’t hold my wad any longer and I grabbed her firmly by the ass with both hands and jammed my cock as deep as humanly possible, and unloaded deep inside her.
Both Emma and I grunted aloud, just as several onlookers routed for us to keep going, and I think it was the first time she had actually realized that our little performance was being viewed.
“Oh God!” she blushed with shame, as I watched one of the guys from one of the rooms boldly stand directly over her and grin.
“Great fucking show,” he said before chugging his beer.
“Hey, I’m next!” another one bragged, before two other jocks suddenly snatched her by the arm and pulled her up to her feet and pushed her into a nearby bedroom. Truth be told I was so drunk, stoned, and exhausted at that exact moment in time that I simply lay there catching my breath as they casually man handled her.
The entire event happened so fast I actually thought I had imagined the entire incident, and as shocked as I was at the suddenly turn of events, I was then equally if not more than surprised to see that Emma did not resist in the least, and in fact simply went along.
There I watched as they playfully pushed her onto the bed, and instructed her to spread her legs, and as I finally stood and proceeded to do up my pants I watched as one of the boys swiftly dived between her parted legs and proceeded to fuck her.
“What the fuck?” I gasped as I watched her willing take on a new lover.
For a moment I was confused, even angered by her infidelity, but that emotion was quickly replaced with sheer lust as I watched her get fucked by yet another guy.
It was during this time that I happened to glance at the floor and quickly pocketed her discarded panties as a souvenir before I pushed my way through the crowd that had formed by the door to watch the free sex show.
Inside, her legs were spread wide and we could actually hear the squishing sound emanating between her legs as the second guy drove in and out of Emma’s sopping wet cunt.
“Oh yeah,” one of the boys snickered, “So fucking tight too!”
“You like that?” another blared, “You like getting fucked hard, huh?”
While I still tried to make sense of it all, I then watched as her current partner was replaced with a new lover, who grabbed her by the hips and flipped her over onto the bed, and positioned her into the doggy style position where he then began to fuck her hard from behind.
To our surprise, this position more than any other really seemed to turn her on, and we all gasped with delight as we heard her finally consent to the situation and moan for more.
“Oh yeah, fuck me!” Emma grunted aloud, “C’mon, yeah? Fuck me hard, you bastards!”
The bystanders all cheered her on as her lover drove into her one final time and without warning deposited another pulpous load deep inside her from behind. Emma groaned and shook violently in bliss, before she collapsed onto the bed limp, exhausted and contented.
I actually began to wonder just how stoned she in fact was, and if she actually realized it was a complete stranger who had had his lewd way with her.
Nevertheless, by this stage several other guys now began to unzip and proceeded to form a line around the bed, waiting their turn and readying to fuck the sexy starlet. I watched as they impatiently approached her on the mattress and rolled her over into several positions of their choosing.
At this point I could hardly believe my eyes as I watched one guy straddle her face as a second guy impaled her cunt once again. Even so, as drunk and stoned as Emma was, she still seemed to know exactly what she was doing, and thoroughly enjoyed herself.
It was only now that I noticed that the guy that was face fucking her had a huge black cock and his balls slapped loudly against her chin, as he tried to force his throbbing member further down her narrow throat.
“Oh yeah baby,” he blared, “Deep throat that black cock, bitch! Come on, I want to see you choke on it!”
To her credit, she gave as good as she got.
“Yeah,” she replied spitefully, “You wanna see me take it down my fucking throat, huh? Like this, yeah?”
Emma’s eyes were wide open, and from the expression on her face I knew she had never taken a cock so big or so deep down her throat. She struggled as it slid deeper and deeper inside her mouth, before the guy pulled out, let her catch her breath and then jammed it right in again, making her gag.
Pretty soon he had a rhythm going and Emma was doing her best to keep up. She was totally consumed by lust as I wondered what her boyfriend and future fiancé Jay would think if he could see her now, getting fucked for all to see like a two dollar whore.
Ultimately, when the guy finally unloaded in Emma’s throat, she started swallowing as fast as she could, but to no avail. Instead his load seeped from the sides of her lips and dribbled down her neck.
When he finally withdrew his huge black cock from her lips, her mouth fell open, inadvertently inviting another guy to slip his manhood into the opening. I don’t know how many cocks she had sucked before that evening, but the sexy little hussy was now getting quite the workout.
I watched in wonder as she took on at least another three more guys that night. Everybody in that room fucked her mouth and cunt at least once, and some guys were fortunate enough have her three times before they ultimately came, and left.
When everybody was finished having their way with her, I finally stepped forward and handed Emma her wallet and clothes.
“By the way,” I said, “I think you may have dropped something earlier?”
Emma was too ashamed to look at me much less respond, and realizing her shame, I quickly reassured her that I for one was not shocked or offended by her wanton behavior, which seemed to at least comfort her.
“Where are my pants?” she slurred, as I passed her shirt.
“Wait, where are my panties?” she added with a dull grin, still high and clearly out of it.
“I have no idea,” I lied as I pushed them further inside my pocket.
“So,” I added, “Did you have a good time tonight?”
“Sure,” she smiled dumbly before she doubled over and proceeded to throw up on the side of the bed.
Wiping her mouth she grinned, “Assuming I remember anything tomorrow?”