Emma Watson – Pool Slut #1. Emma Watson – Pool Slut #1. By Comfortably. Dumb.

Susan Jameson, Actress: New Tricks. Susan Jameson was born on August 13, 1941 in Barnt Green, Worcestershire, England as Susan I. M. Jameson. She is an actress, known.

Chapter 1. Celebrity: Emma Watson. MMM+f, drugs, nc, rape, oral, anal.

Disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional. This story contains material only suitable for people over the age of 1. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons is coincidental.

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All characters portrayed in this story are over 1. Do not reproduce this story or parts of this story without my permission. This is my first submission to such a site and I would welcome all feedback and constructive criticism. Please mail me at: [email protected]Emma was led through the gauntlet of baying men, tottering on her 7- inch pink perspex fuck- me- footwear platform- heels. The few items she wore were designed only to confirm her role as a mere sexual plaything. Her pert, round buttocks were framed perfectly by the high- cut white rubber hotpants. The pink cotton vest hugged her slender torso, as if vacuum- formed.

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The slogan printed in silver across the back read “FAMOUS VIRGIN ASS” complete with an arrow pointing downwards. The writing across the front read “CELEBRITY SLUT”. This was beautifully distorted by her pert teenage breasts which pointed out in front of her, nipples erect.

The vest finished a full three inches above her naval, her toned midrift exposed. The collar was clean white leather. The leash was fairly slack but gently guided her on. Her hair was pulled tight into a ponytail, but with a shock of hair allowed to sweep across her forehead as it had in her school days. The heavy purple eye- liner, thick mascara and cherry- red lip gloss gave her the look of a cheap whore.

That image was complimented by her surroundings. The club was dark and dank. The low wooden ceiling, like the floor and walls, was painted black. All around her men circled – all dressed in dark clothes and some with their faces obscured – leering and jeering, yet not touching. In the corners and at the sides more groups of men were huddled.

Emma Swan, also known as the Savior and the Greatest Light, formerly as the Dark One or the Dark.

At the centre of each group, a female servant flailed this way and that as the men pawed at her, thrusting their cocks into every available orifice. Had Emma been sober and sentient she would have recognised each of the young women, but on she stumbled, unknowing. Her drug- addled mind was no longer providing any resistance. Compliant, submissive and suggestive, she was at the mercy of her captors, her owners. As her guide reached the small stage, he bowed respectfully to the compere and handed him the leash. The crowd which had been boisterous and lustful had fallen quiet with anticipation. The compere stood in front of a red leather ottoman, at the edge of the stage, looking down at Emma.

He towered over the teenage starlet. One small upwards tug on the leash brought them eye to eye. A camera looked down on her from above and Emma’s face was projected onto the screen behind the stage. Emma’s eyes were unfocused but a fleck of displeasure flashed across her face.

On the projector screen, the image of Emma’s face was interrupted as pictures of Emma – at movie premieres, scenes from Harry Potter, publicity photos – flashed intermittently. All showed a teasing, confident young woman. All contrasted with Emma’s confused and submissive expression, shown in real time, that interspersed them. The compere looked from Emma to the crowd.

Gentlemen of the club” he began, “I present, for your pleasure, the rising star of British cinema, former jail- bait- in- chief, the up- tight teenage tease, the poshest piece of off- limits pussy, too good for everyone, until tonight… Miss Emma Watson!” Raucous cheering had broken out but he had silenced it merely by raising his free hand. Some said that he could not secure her services, that she was unattainable, but know now that no- one is beyond the Master’s reach.” This time he did not attempt to temper the crowd’s reaction, but after a while he continued to speak and they fell silent again. So, without further ado, let us commence tonight’s main event! For the induction, Master has chosen a long- standing member” (he smiled sardonically), “often favoured for breaking- in new talent…a man who has but many a star- slut in her rightful place…” (there was palpable tension in the air as the compere paused for effect)”…member one- twelve.” Excited chattering broke out as the crowd to the left of the stage began to part. One man strode forward. He had the look of a prize- fighter approaching the ring; focused, intense.

Member 1. 12 was a giant of a man. He wore all black. A long coat did little to hide a powerful physique. The only features visible on his black face were the whites of his teeth, bared in a confident smile, and his eyes, which were wide with excitement. The crowd was at a fervour.

Emma forward. She struggled to keep her balance as she stuttered and stumbled forward and up onto the stage. She was pulled on to tip- toes before him, with his hand at the buckle of the leash. Gazing intensely into her face he uttered for her ears only, “You’re mine, princess.”Her expression matched her mind’s confusion as she meekly responded “Uh- nerrr”. He dropped the leash and took hold of the back of her head, around her pony- tail. As he pulled her lips to his, his left hand had wandered down the small of her back and began to grasp and maul her perfect teenage ass. His tongue was gentle as he began to kiss her.

Whether out of fear or some instinct, she was responding. Her tongue gently lapped at his.

That’s it baby doll, the camera’s rolling and you look the part – time to play your role.”He could feel her breath shiver as his hand entered her shorts. Despite the power and passion of his movements, he still marveled at the softness of her skin, and the firmness of her flesh. And his middle finger was running deftly over the dimple at the base of her toned lower back and in between her perfectly sculpted buttocks. And there it found the entrance to her ass and slipped inside.

The yelp from Emma was not disagreeable. She was so tight, so warm, so responsive, so perfect. Watch Ithaca Hindi Full Movie.

And 1. 12 was purely lust. The subtlety had left him as his desire took hold. He let go of Emma, and as she lost balance, his weight was deftly on her shoulders, forcing her to kneel.

And kneel she did, dropping with a thud, wide- kneed and leaning forward, head bowed. Watch Robbery Streaming here. N- errr” she protested. As 1. 12 retook the leash and sharply tugged upwards, again he looked into the confused face of Emma Watson.“This is where you belong, princess.” he uttered, softly. You’re a just a fine little fuck- toy now, and it’s my turn to play.” His left hand was pulling his belt free and he thought he saw a moment of comprehension on her face. His massive member sprang free. On the large screen, the camera had zoomed in. Emma Watson. The thumb of his left hand was resting on her chin encouraging her slack jaw to open.

His right hand had pinched her button nose, closing the nostrils. Her tongue again betrayed her as it jutted- out over her bottom lip as she panted. At first he simply moved his cock over her face, rubbing it over her tongue. The camera relaying the pictures to the screen had changed. Watch The Twins` Tea Party Tube Free. Now it was in the crowd, behind Emma, level with and focused on her perfect ass, sitting on the perspex heels. It zoomed out to show her held with her face to the ceiling, as 1. Again he braced her head by taking hold of her ponytail.

The middle finger of his left hand was into her mouth and sliding along her tongue coaxing her to suck. Suuuuck, you little whore, ssuuuck!” he encouraged.

And she responded, obediently sucking as he slid his finger in and out. He needed no further cue and, staring into her glazed eyes, he plunged his cock into her open mouth. Her eyes bulged with the sudden surprise, but he was gentle at first, allowing her time. As she again began to suck, he guided his cock further into her. He reached the opening to her throat and drove inside.

She gagged, he held her. Her throat was closing around him. He was in ecstasy.

He let her breathe and then pushed back in.