7 comments/ 117778 views/ 54 favorites Little Ms. Watson Gets Her Freak On By: JMaxwell69 Notes and Disclaimers: As of this posting, Emma Watson is 20 years old and the story is meant to be set in the present momement. I say this because some of you, like I when a reader first requested this, will go to Google and type in "Who is Emma Watson?" and a girl who is, or looks, 13 will pop up because: a.) she is most famous for the "Harry Potter" films which started many years back, and b.) to this day she looks young. There is no pedophilia in this story. Second, all acts and events in this story are completely fictional. I'm sure the real Emma Watson is a pure and lovely young woman and not a cum-craving sex addict as portrayed herein. * Emma Watson leaned down and forward to look at the photographs on the high resolution monitor. She absent-mindedly swept the locks of her silky light brown hair that had fallen forward into her face back curving them behind her ear. There was simple sensuality in the movement and to the light twist and tilt of her head that accompanied the act. Jack, the photographer, wished his camera was in hand at that instant. Instead, he was waiting with bated breath to get some indication of whether preternaturally youthful starlet, known to most as Hermione Granger of the "Harry Potter" films, was happy with the photos he had shot. Jack was pleased when a smile broke across her previously expressionless face. "Yes, those turned out lovely, don't you think? I wish I had a wee bit more up top in this last one." As she said the latter, she squeezed her pert breasts together to trap her sweater in a kind of pseudo-cleavage, and gave a coy smile. There was something about this young girl-next-door, who seemed so sweet and innocent, handling her, albeit clothed, breasts that made Jack's heart skip a beat. "...Yes, I like how they turned out, and am glad you like them as well." Jack said, attempting to regain his composure. "Can I trust you?" Emma said, leaning in really close to Jack. The subtle sweet aromas of her intermingled perfume and shampoo are like ambrosia to Jack's senses. "Yes, of course... certainly." "You see, I need another photo shoot done. This one would not be for the glamour mags. The shoot would take place in my home and the highest level of discretion would be necessary. So, can I count on you?" She punctuated the inquiry with a cute little smile that was compelling. The expression was impossible to describe. Suffice it to say, if she had said "Would you mind terribly jumping off this cliff?" with the same smile, seven out of ten men would walk right over the precipice smiling dumbly looking over their shoulder as they went. It was all part of her girlish animated bubbly charm. "Yes, you certainly can. I am completely discrete." Jack said. Emma's assistant, Claire, was next to her and began scrawling something on her notepad. Claire was about the same age as Emma, and was also quite fetching, but not so much in the sweet innocent girlish way. In fact, even in the quite professional skirt and jacket ensemble she was wearing, Claire emitted a bit of a slutty vibe. Maybe it was the long blond permed hair, maybe it was the plunging neckline that showed the nicely rounded tops of her two spectacular tanned breasts, maybe it was the penetrating eyes, or maybe it was just her essential nature. The two girls were probably friends from school, and the successful actress and model hired Claire because that is just the kind of angelic person Emma was - or so Jack thought at the time. "Lovely. Then see you tonight." With that Emma spun about and walked off. Claire snatched the sheet of paper from the pad with a violent snap of the wrist like a dominatrix with a whip, and coarsely shoved the paper into Jack's hand. Then Claire, too, turned and left. As Claire left Jack watched her butt as she walked in her high heels on a line, as if on an imaginary tightrope. He looked at the paper. It had an address for an apartment or condo in a trendy upscale London neighborhood, and the time of 19:00. Jack arrived a little early because he wasn't that familiar with the neighborhood, had to find not only the building but also the proper unit, and did not want to be late. Finding Emma's flat turned out to be simple because on the floor of the high-rise in question, there were only two units. With his camera bag over his shoulder and a hard case in each hand containing lighting equipment, Jack awkwardly used his elbow to ring the doorbell. A moment later the door flew open with the curt briskness that would be seen if the occupants were going to flee for their lives. However, it was just Claire standing there. Jack's jaw would have dropped had he not restrained himself with great effort. Claire had shed the business attire, and was now wearing only a sports bra - from which her shapely breasts strained to be free - and a pair of satiny gym shorts that Jack suspected, and moments later confirmed, were not long enough to cover the faint crease that demarcated the bottom of her butt cheeks. "Uhh...I'm..." Jack stammered. "She's in here. Follow me." Claire said. Again Jack found himself looking at the retreating spectacular backside of Claire. He went into the room, put the lighting cases down, closed the door and followed the young assistant. The apartment's spaciousness was made to appear even greater by a minimalist approach to furniture and possessions. If anything, there was perhaps a subtle rainforest motif going on with all the hardwood and the few brightly colored paintings and pieces of pottery on display that depicted images reminiscent of Amazonia. Jack was surprised to be ushered into a bedroom. Again the sparse furnishings gave the room a palatial feel. However, the back wall of the bedroom was glass, giving the room a feel that was both open and exposed. However, from the outside one could not see inside because the glass had a mirror coating. From the inside, however, it just looked like slightly tinted glass. The rest of the world fell away as Jack saw Emma in a short robe standing next to the bed talking to a tall black man with a smooth shaved head who had what looked like track starter pants on but who wore no shirt. Jack suspected the man was a friend or acquaintance from Emma's modeling work. He was lean and chiseled and had just the kind of facial features the men's magazines found appealing for models. "Oh great. You made it. I trust you found the place without difficulty." Upon seeing Jack, Emma turned to face him and greeted him warmly. Her animated enthusiastic facial expression really made a person feel welcome. Her unbridled enthusiasm made it seem like she was meeting a head of state or a rock star. She had the politician's gift of charisma, Jack thought. Ms. Watson might have a promising career in politics ahead of her. Jack blushed as he felt certain he had been caught staring at Emma's sculpted legs. She, however, gave no indication that anything was amiss. "No problem at all. I hope my early arrival isn't disturbing you." "No, not at all. I'm eager to get started. Do you drink Scotch?" Emma asked Jack. "On occasion, but..." Jack started to say. "Claire, would you mind getting Jack a glass of Scotch." Emma asked. "Certainly." Claire turned and moved off, without even inquiring how Jack took it. "Sorry. Jack this is Andre, we've been friends since a shoot a couple years ago in the Bahamas. Andre this is Jack, I hope he'll be our photographer for the evening as well as engaging in the general merriment." Emma introduced us, and we shook hands. "Jack, can I see you briefly in the other room about some of the boring business details?" Emma asked. "Certainly." Jack replied. Jack followed Emma out the bedroom door, and, in the hallway, Claire handed him a crystal tumbler of Scotch poured neat. They walked two doors down into what looked to be a study or home office. "Have a seat." Emma said, gesturing to Jack to sit on a loveseat. Jack sat the tumbler down on a coaster from a small stack of dark-stained hardwood coasters prepositioned on the end-table, and then complied. Emma then rolled an ottoman into position directly in front of him. She sat down right in front of Jack and took each of his hands palm-down in her own soft small hands. It was an oddly intimate gesture, yet it was congruous enough with her charming school-girl appearance. "Jack, I'm going to ask something of you that you may find odd and shocking. So that this will make sense, I feel I need to first tell you something about myself. First, it will come as no surprise to you that I have a brand. The bad news about this for me is that I risk being type-cast, but the good news is that there is a popular kind of part, the sweet wholesome endearing girl or young lady, for which I have a lock upon roles I want. I go to great lengths to protect this brand because it helps support a nice living. My face and body are what they are, and there is no use trying to change that. That's why I don't go in for a lot of plastic surgery and other mucking about with my appearance." She said. "You certainly don't need any plastic surgery. You've got a great body." Jack complimented her, feeling awkward as he did. "Ohh. Thank you. You are such a kind man." She said with a smile rolling her eyes up in a "stop-you're-making-me-blush" kind of gesture that accentuated the naïve girl persona she worked hard to get across. However, then her speech began to become much more incongruous with her girlish demeanor, and this incongruity was both shocking and arousing. "So maintaining this brand can cause no end to frustration. Sometimes I'm just gagging to get shagged by, say, a Regiment of Royal Marines just back in country after a year without sex. Playing 'Miss-Fucking-Beauty-and-Sunshine' all the time has resulted in a deep-seated need for me to get my kink on once in a while. Playing the wholesome girl day after day makes me want to just be naughty,... very... very... naughty. Because I only get limited opportunities to really let this side of me roam free, I sometimes like to capture the moment so that I can use the images later. Do you know what I mean?" The last statement and the question were delivered in her normal tone, but her frustration showed in the tirade prior to it. During that part of her talk she sometimes gritted her teeth, and it seemed like she was ready to pounce on Jack or anyone else that walked in and give them the sexual experience of their lives. "Yes, Ms. Watson, you can count on my complete discretion in this matter." Jack said. "Yeah..., that's where the odd part of my request comes into play. You see, I think you are a nice lad and I want to trust you. The fact that you are such a kind and likeable chap - and a handsome man- is why I chose you. However, just relying on trust presents a little bit of a difficulty because I think you have no idea what the tabloids would pay for evidence of my wild side. If the public knew what kind of freak I am in the sack, they wouldn't see me in the same light, and I might lose my cache. Have you seen Lindsey Lohan in a movie recently? "However, I've come up with a plan that will allow me to kill two birds with one stone. That is, if you consent. It will allow me to build confidence that you will not betray me to those paparazzi-bastards while, at the same time, it helps my dear friend Claire. You see, Claire, though I love her dearly, does not have much talent for acting, but desperately wants to get into the field. She thinks she can get her foot in the door to B-movies by doing some soft-core porn. She'll never be Hollywood. I suspect she knows that as well as anyone. A production company is willing to give her an audition, but they want her to do some extreme hard-core in the audition even though the movies they promise she will be making will be the soft stuff. They say that it's the only way to see if she can show a range of emotion and not just moan like a whore. More likely, it's just how they get their rocks off, but that's the entertainment business. So what I suggest is this. You act out a rape against Claire. I know. It's a weird request, but then we each have something on the other, and I can rest easy that won't turn on me, and you don't have to worry about me because you could always retaliate if I betray you. On the bright side, Claire is a beautiful girl, and you get to shag her as rough as you like. If that's not enough enticement, after words you'll get some quality time with me as well." Emma punctuated her last sentence, which was delivered in a seductive tone of voice, by letting Jack's hands go and putting her hands on his thighs while rubbing the inside of his leg. "So will you help us out?" Emma asked in the same sexy tone and eyelash-batting facial expression that pretty women use to unabashedly manipulate men. While there was part of Jack that nagged at him that this was not a good idea, that part was pummeled to death by the part that was not about to give up the opportunity to fuck the fine blond Claire and the hot starlet Emma in one night. "Yes. Certainly." Jack said. "Excellent." Emma stood, shrugged off the robe, and turned to walk back to the bedroom. The girl was leggy and had a butt that was sublime. Her skin was flawless. She was lean, svelte, and nubile. Jack's jaw dropped and he just sat watching the tight round buttocks walk away. "Well... Are you coming?" Emma said as she noticed Jack was not following. Jack got up and rushed to catch up. She reached a hand back out behind her. He took it, and they went hand-in-hand to the bedroom. It was innocent schoolgirl gestures like this that accentuated the disjoint between the affable girl-next-door Emma and the slutty kink-show that resided in the same body. When Jack and Emma entered the bedroom, Claire was twirling the ends of a few strands of hair while talking to Andre. She looked like she was enamored with the athletic black man. "Alright. I think we are ready to go." Emma spoke up, as if she were directing a movie. In some sense she was doing just that, but a movie that all parties concerned hoped would never be seen by the outside world. Andre took a hand-held video camera in his palm, snapped the lens cap off, and checked all the settings. Claire took a deep breath and tried to get into the proper state of mind. Jack was nervously reconsidering his decision, but, despite the ill feeling of stage fright, was not willing to miss this opportunity. "Jack, your line is: 'I want some pussy, bitch!' to which Claire responds: 'In your fucking dreams, wanker.' It's not exactly Shakespeare, but it'll do. Jack you then grab Claire by the hair and haul her over to the bed. You push her down and have your way with her. Remember, be aggressive and mean. Think about the worst woman you ever dated and how she treated you, and make Claire that woman. Claire, remember that you're being raped. Try to look pathetic and not horny. Are we ready, then?" Emma asked, after giving her direction. A chorus of affirmative grunts rang out. "Great. Jack, strip to your underwear. Claire, take the shorts off. You do have panties underneath?" "Yeah, cute ones." Claire jettisoned the short-shorts to reveal a pink silk thong. Jack was slower to get to his tighty-whities and "wife-beater" undershirt. "Excellent... and Roll!" "I... want some pussy..., bitch." Jack's delivery was slow, monotone, and his nervousness was reflected in his inability to remember the line at first. "Cut! Jack, can I have a word with you." Emma said, and guided him just outside into the hallway for a private discussion. She leaned in to speak into his ear. "Jack, do you want to fuck me?" Emma said in a soft sensual tone of voice right into Jack's ear. "Yes." Jack asked. "Good. Very good. All that stands between your nice hard cock and my wet willing pussy, is you doing this favor for us, and doing it well." As she said this, Emma stroked the already engorged member through Jack's underwear. "Now I realize this is new for you, and it's not an easy thing to do. You are a nice guy and find rape morally abhorrent. But, still, haven't you ever wanted to throw a woman down and just shag her inside-out? This is your chance, and, the beauty is, it's not really rape. Claire is a bit of a bitch, and it shouldn't take any great effort to imagine her as, say, a very nasty girl who spread rumors that she was going to fuck you for sport until she saw what a little dick you had. She's the girl who poisoned you with all the other girls, just for her own personal shits and giggles. You are a nice looking guy, but, let's face it, if you asked her out in high school or college she would have ridiculed you in front of all your friends. Now, can you do this for me?" The pep talk was working. Jack thought of one girl in particular who had dumped him with a brutal coldness, and, as it happens, she did share a lot in common with Claire. She was hot, arrogant, and had a chip on her shoulder. "Let's try this again." Emma said as she walked back into the room. Andre readied the camera. Claire put her game face on, and Jack just keep working on the proper mindset and telling himself to ignore the nagging part of him that wanted to put the kibosh on the entire thing. "Action." "I want some pussy, bitch!" Jack said as he pulled out and stroked his erection for emphasis. "In your dreams, wanker!" Claire responded. This time Jack took two steps forward and lightly but substantially slapped Claire's cheek. It was just enough to cause an instant of stunned shocked. While Claire was turning back from the slap and before she regained composure, he stuck his hand right into her hair and clenched a clump of her curly blond locks. He pulled her over to the bed. Claire struggled to stay on her feet, so swift were Jack's actions. By now Jack had forgotten about the camera that Andre was panning around the bed in slow arcs with or Emma, who, if he had looked back he would have noticed, was clearly getting turned on by the events at hand. Instead, he was in his own world. Jack shoved and tossed Claire onto the bed and she bounced and rolled to the middle. She came to a seated position wide-eyed and with a thrilled look on her face. "Claire, dear, pretend like you're enjoying this a little less." Emma said. Claire changed her facial expression so she looked scared and pathetic, or, more precisely, like a poor actress trying to portray scared and pathetic. Jack continued. The momentary glimpse of how much Claire was enjoying this was enough to renew Jack's enthusiasm for an activity for which he might have otherwise lost his stomach. He hopped up onto the bed and lurched over to Claire and began to straddle her by sitting on her hips. "Let me see those jugs." Jack said as he yanked the sports bra top down under Claire's tits. He then grabbed them roughly cupping them tightly and pinching the nipples between thumb and forefinger. "Please don't hurt me. I'll do whatever you want." Claire said, hamming it up a little. "The first thing you can do is get that cakehole open so I can put my cock in it." With this Jack walked on his knees still straddling Claire's body to the point at which he was able to lean forward and shove his engorged member into her mouth. As soon as it was in and she wrapped her lips around it, Jack began to thrust away. Jack face-fucked Claire with vigor; putting his hand against the wall so that he could lean into it. Claire produced some incredible suction, and, at times, it almost hurt. Yet, overall, it was insanely pleasurable. Then Jack heard a strange muted set of sucking sounds almost in stereo to those emanating from Claire. Jack turned to see that Andre had turned sideways filming Jack and Claire awkwardly looking over his shoulder. His odd positioning was employed so that Emma could suck Andre off while still looking out of the corner of her eye at Jack and Claire. Emma's small soft hands wrapped around the shaft and stroked as she sucked Andre's cockhead like a lollipop. Emma broke contact with her mouth, and gave Jack a little wave by putting her palm up in his direction and wriggling her fingers while her other hand continued to stroke Andre. Then Emma motioned for Jack to turn back around. Little Ms. Watson Gets Her Freak On Jack took his direction and turned back. The sight of sweet Emma being such a cock-whore brought Jack to the edge and he pushed down on Claire's forehead to crudely extract his cock. "Get on your knees." Jack commanded. Claire, attempting to act, said: "Please don't." She then pretended to cower. Jack put his hand around her throat while only lightly squeezing, and said: "Do as I say you filthy cunt." It was not so much the pain caused by the strong hand on her throat that caused Claire's character to comply, there was none. Instead, it was the grim potential represented by those powerful digits on their vulnerable target. Once Claire was on her hands and knees, Jack moved back around behind her. Any doubt that Claire was into this sort of thing was eliminated when Jack's cock easily slid to the hilt into her almost dripping wet honey-pot. Jack wrapped his fingers into the meat on either side of Claire's hips and began to thrust maniacally. Soon Claire was moaning not only from the feel of the cock sliding through her, but from the pounding reverberations sent through her entire body by Jack's pelvis bouncing off her backside. "Oh, yes." Claire let out. "Claire, do try to remember that he's raping you." Emma said once again taking a break. Claire tried to stifle and subdue her pleasure. When her arms were tired from holding her up, she put her chest on the bed, while her backside remained in the air and Jack continued to thrust. "Cut." Emma said. Jack was near climax, and was a little disappointed, but knew the night was still young, and he hadn't yet been with the girl he really wanted to fuck. He withdrew, certainly less disappointed than Claire. "Jack, dear, please get your camera ready. You'll need a lens or some close-up action." Emma said as she continued to stroke Andre's rigid member. After Jack complied, Emma gestured for him to come closer. He proceeded to walk up until he was in range for Emma to grab him by the cock, which she did, and guide him into position. Jack was positioned to her side, and, when she turned back to the direction to which her hips were aligned, she was facing Andre. She began to fluff Andre's cock which had begun to go limp during the transitional activities. She lifted it and sucked and kissed below the head, all the time stroking it with her small hand in a spiraling fashion that created torque on the long ebony shaft. Then she began to suck it going deeper and deeper. Andre ran the hand that was not holding the camcorder through her tawny brown hair and then palmed the back of her head apparently forcing her to take ever more of his meat. The shutter of Jack's camera intermingled with Emma's slurping noises as he shot frame after frame. Showing a surprising capacity to multi-task, Emma reached over and began to stroke Jack back to a purple-headed erection. Jack enjoyed the manual stimulation but still managed to get a whole series of shots of the starlet sucking off the well-endowed black model. Soon it was clear that the male model was approaching climax. Emma took her mouth off him and continued to stroke. "Make me dirty. I'm a dirty whore." Emma said. With that Andre shot a sizable load of his gooey cream into Emma's face in several pulses. Some of it went in her light brown hair, and some of it ran in gagged irregular lines across her face. Emma extended her tongue and licked in a big arc around her mouth taking some of the milky-white viscous cum into her mouth. "It's Jack's turn. Andre get the video camera. Jack you can set the your camera down." Emma said with cum glacially oozing down her face. Both men complied with her instruction. In an odd way she was both subjugating herself to the men, but, at the same time, calling the shots - quite literally. "Jack, it got me so wet seeing you take Claire and fuck her like a little cum-slut. You did such a good job of forcing your way inside her. It's hard to find someone who'll give a girl a good rough shagging like that. Andre is a good lay, but he's just too sweet a man. He doesn't have the animal in him that I saw come out in you. I want you to take me in the mouth that way. Alright?" Emma finished her pep talk. "Yes, ma'am." Jack said. He the grabbed her head and pressed his cock to her lips. They parted and he eased his rigid member into her mouth and began to thrust his hips easily. He had trouble generating the same animus for the girlish young woman. Emma removed the cock from her mouth. She then cupped Jack's balls lightly in her hand softly caressing his scrotum. Then, in an unexpected turn of events, she gave them a squeeze and sharply tugged down on his scrotum. "Jack, do I need to hurt you to make you really take me? That was truly awful. Are you a little fucking Nancy-boy? Maybe, I should snatch these balls right off, since you're not using them." With that, Emma gave another sharp tug. The shock and insult, more than the pain, caused Jack's adrenaline to flow. This time he roughly grabbed two fistfuls of that silky brown hair so that shocks of hair sprouted irregularly between his fingers. "Put it in your mouth, bitch." Jack said. Emma did as she was told, lifting Jack's hard-on to her lips and letting them part. Now she was acting meek. Jack rammed his cock into the back of Emma's throat repetitively. After a few strokes Emma had to open her mouth periodically to get sufficient air, which resulted in a loud hollow gagging sound. Emma gagged and clear rolling tears ran down her cheeks mixing with and overtaking the cum trails of waning viscosity that already decorated her sweet girlish face. "Swallow it all, you cum-sac." Jack said as he pressed the cock past her gag-reflex until she swallowed and his shaft entered her throat. "If you ever squeeze my nuts like that again, I'm going to cum right here like this and literally drown you in jizm, do you understand? The headlines will read 'Harry Potter's Sweet-heart Drowns in Cum Like a Little Suck-Whore', got me?" As Emma nodded slightly with the little range of motion available to her given the cock penetrating her throat, she looked so pathetic. Her fresh girl-next-door face coated with a sheen of intermingled tears and cum, those pretty doe eyes open so wide, and the tinge of a panic-like expression as she struggled for air all made her look so much like a damsel in distress that Jack had to look away to maintain the dark harsh alter-ego that he knew Emma craved. Jack pulled out. "Kiss them and make them better." As Jack said this he pushed Emma down onto her side and then rolled her onto her back. He then straddled her face sitting his salty hairy scrotum down over her mouth. Jack then felt the tickling sensation as Emma began to first lick, then kiss, and, finally, suck his scrotum. "Put them in your mouth, and get that cum nice and warm." Gently, and with effort, Emma managed to get both of the testicles into her mouth. It was not particularly comfortable for Jack, but, figuring he had to follow through with a command once given, he made her hold them there for a short time in the stifling confines of the space under his backside and between his thighs. When he extracted his nuts, he slid the slobber coated balls across her face while getting up. "Get up!" Jack commanded, and Emma complied with quickness. Jack wrapped his meaty hands around the back of Emma's head and resumed fucking her mouth. This time he let her suck him subserviently while allowing himself to enjoy the soft warmth of her mouth. "Massage my nuts." Jack ordered, and Emma lightly cupped and stroked the cold saliva-coated scrotum as requested. "Yes, that's a good little whore. Are you ready for me to cum on you?" Jack had no sooner gotten the words out of his mouth with one backward stroke he shot his load half into and half out of Emma's mouth. The dollop that landed outside Emma's mouth was squeegeed into her mouth by the side of Jack's index finger, which Emma proceeded to take into her mouth like a little cock and suck until it was discolored a dark reddish-purple. Jack snatched the aching finger away, but was enthralled with the degree to which the innocent-looking starlet was a suck-whore. Of course, she didn't look so innocent at the moment. Her hair was disheveled and a few stray strands that had been yanked out in the throes of passion lay stuck to the thin layer of sweat that coated her from the exertion. Her face stunk of ejaculate and the musky scent of scrotum underside, and she was still regaining her breath. "Do you know why I sucked out all your cum? ... It was really yummy by the way... Because I want you two to last a really long time when you are in my tight little box. I understand you need a little recoup time, so Claire and I are going to put on a little show that should help speed your rejuvenation. Back momentarily." Emma said and then took Claire by the hand and led her to the bed. They both knelt facing each other, Emma helped Claire off with the remnants of the clothing in which she was still attired. Then naked, they began to kiss with increasing intensity from a small peck on the lips to a deep tongue-probing open-mouth kiss. Each girl's hands began to meander over each other, feeling the other's soft smooth flesh. Each cupped the breasts of the other and fondled them. Emma's small breasts were easier for Claire to manipulate than Claire's melons were for Emma's petite little hands, but both managed nonetheless. Emma leaned in close to Claire's ear and seemed to whisper something that neither Jack nor Andre could hear, and then they both broke out in giggles. Claire then repositioned herself on her back, and spread her knees apart. Emma, on her hands and knees, lowered her face so that she could begin to perform cunnilingus on Claire. Even from a few feet away, Jack could hear the moist smacking and slurping noises as Emma passionately ate out Claire. After a few moments, Emma looked over her shoulder and pointed at Andre, and then curled her finger towards herself in indication that he should come. As Andre complied and took up position to fuck Claire's pussy. Emma move up and straddled Claire's face, so that Claire could return the gift of oral pleasure while Andre's stiff cock pummeled away at the blonde's pussy. Jack moved to take some more photos and got a better angle such that he could see that Emma was undulating her hips and grinding her slit into Claire's face. After a few moments, Emma beckoned Jack silently in the same way she had moments earlier called upon Andre. Jack complied. Emma then laid side-by-side with Claire, and, in fact, held the other girl's hand. The sweet sisterly act seemed a little odd as Jack thrust his cock into Emma's sopping wet pussy and began to drill her passionately with the full length of his hardness. The two young women were getting fucked hard right next to each other. It was like a mirror image except for the details which were quite different between both the sweet petite Emma and the buxom Claire, as well as between Andre and Jack. Emma twirled the ends of her hair in a winsome manner as she enjoyed the fucking being bestowed upon her. Emma had a distinctive mannerism of rolling her eyes up and to the side when she found something amusing or pleasant, and she did it occasionally while talking dirty. "Do like to fuck young girls? Is my pussy tight enough for you? Fuck me like a little whore." Claire was moaning loudly now, and it was clear she was on the cusp of a powerful orgasm. "Claire, be a dear, and get us some lube." Emma gave her subordinate the command. It boggled the mind how Emma could go from coquettish to adorable to hard-core bitch in rapid succession. It was the natural actress in her. She could shape-shift personas effortlessly. Andre stopped and withdrew, and Claire rolled to the edge of the big bed and got a little container of lubricant out of the drawer. It was telling that Emma needed a good lubing frequently enough that she kept it in her bedside table. "Get Jack ready, and put some on my bung, darling." Claire dripped some of the thin slippery oil onto Jack's shaft and began to stroke it all over. Then she turned to Emma who was now on her knees with her butt up in the air. Claire drizzled some of the oil around Emma's tight little sphincter and the rubbed it around dipping a finger in and getting Emma's rim nice and lubed. Jack got onto his knees thinking that he was simply going to butt-fuck Emma doggy-style. However, Emma eased Jack back onto his back, and straddled him facing toward his feet. She then lifted up and worked to align her little bung-hole with the tip of Jack's cock. When it was aligned she gradually sat back against it until it breached her with a popping feel. Emma moaned, from pleasure or pain was not clear. She slowly leaned back so that Andre could rub the tip of his engorged cock against her pussy a couple times before he plunged it inside her. For Jack, Emma's bung-hole was so tight, and, when she tensed up, it felt like she might crush his manhood entirely. Butt-fucking Emma in double penetration was a mix of pleasure and pain, ecstasy and agony to be more precise. Jack had a minimal range of motion and could manage almost no stroke length. This was in contrast to Andre who was taking Emma as deep as the girl could handle. However, the tightness of Emma's ass made the relatively limited motion potently stimulating nonetheless. Soon Emma was on the verge of orgasm, and Jack could feel it in the contractions of her sphincter that were resonating from a larger wave of contractions taking over her body. As she climaxed Jack soon followed in an apparent chain reaction. Before the two were finished, Andre, too, shot his seed into Emma. They fell apart in a chaotic disunion of humanity. Claire was a discernibly pouty that everyone had gotten to climax but her. Emma said: "Alright, who wants to suck Claire off?" "I'd be happy to." Jack said. "Alright, Andre grab a jug." As Claire lay back and Jack began to lick her clit, Andre and Emma each took to sucking one of the blonde's hefty orbs. As everyone was wracked with exhaustion, it was welcome to all that the horny big-bosomed nymph named Claire came rather quickly, no doubt Claire got a bit of a thrill from being serviced from her boss even more than the oral pleasuring delivered by Jack. Claire had an incredibly spastic orgasm. Her hips bounced and dribbled on the mattress for an extended period as she engaged in a cacophonous series of shouted dirty phrases. "YES. Suck my cunt, you little bitches." After a brief respite, they all began to gather themselves together. Jack off-loaded the photos of Emma's sucking cock adventure and lesbian activities with Claire onto Emma's computer. He handed over the memory card. Which, of course, largely seemed to negate the need for the blackmail of earlier in the evening, but Jack didn't much care. He'd had the best sex of his life with a hot starlet and, proof or no, he would always remember the evening. After dressing, he loaded up his gear and was moving to let himself out. Claire and Andre had gotten dressed as well and were making for the door themselves. Emma had put on a robe, more to keep warm than for modesty.