Emma Watson Studies Role Play Ch. 01

Note- This is pure fiction. What? You didn't think it was true did you?

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In recent months the celebrated English actress Emma Watson had dedicated her free time to researching advanced female sexual satisfaction and the pursuit of the orgasm. Inspired by conversations with Gloria Steinem the twenty eight year old had become seriously interested in the cause and had experimented with some exceptional results. She had been seduced and fucked by a complete stranger, in public no less. She had been the seducer and adopted a dominant role over men. Intrigued by spanking and corporal punishment Emma had given herself up to the cane and birch and light bondage.

"Time for some role play I think."

Emma had busied herself watching various cosplay and role play on the sex hubs on the internet and fancied a scenario where she would act out a role and be seduced, and fucked naturally, by a man she did not know. It was on a free Monday that she booked an office on the top floor of the building in London owned by her movie company, Disney Productions. She had hired a male escort from one of the more reliable sources and informed him where to meet her. Unaware of his name or what he looked like it would be a totally spontaneous and unscripted meeting which she hoped would culminate in some hot sex. Emma went online and did some shopping for an outfit suitable for the role.

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At six in the evening when most of the office workers had left Emma opened the door to a spacious office with a desk and chairs and a large window with a panoramic view of the city as evening drew in. Alone for now she fussed over her secretarial costume and fidgeted with excitement. Her five feet five frame had been given extra height in her black pumps with the four inch rise. The shiny shoes had an almond toe and cute laces at the back of the ankle. Her light brown hair was up and she had a pair of retro plain eyeglasses that sat on the bridge of her cute nose.

"Oh, come in, it's unlocked."

Emma reacted to a knock on the door and smoothed out her scrunched mini skirt over her sheer stockings. She pulled on her white blouse with the low cowl neck and halter back and stood with pen and clipboard in her hand. This outfit she hoped gave off a provocative look designed to create a nice distraction for fellow male workers from the humdrum working day.

"Miss Watson, I presume?"

"Yes, Mister?"

"Doe, John Doe."

Emma was highly impressed by the strapping six footer with the five o'clock shadow and slicked back dark hair. His two button grey suit was immaculate and his black shoes were like mirrors. He spoke in an American accent which came as a pleasant surprise as he had been hired from an English agency.

"I understand you wish to draft a letter to the CEO about the latest proposals."

Emma got into her improvised role and waited for a likewise response. She was not disappointed. John moved his neck out and loosened his striped necktie as he approached the desk. He scrutinised the slender woman in front of him and sneered.

"Oh? You're telling ME my job? Let's establish some ground rules."

He made sure to tower over the petite and slim woman in order to intimidate. This was going well she thought as a thrill went through her.

"What rules?" Emma answered in an educated accent.

He lifted her chin and leaned in close. He smelled divine as her nostrils flared and her cheeks reddened. His stubble appeared a light brown than his full head of hair.

"Like who is the boss, and who is the employee."

His deep brown eyes burned into hers as he grabbed her clipboard and tossed it aside. Straight backed he circled her like some predator as he continued.

"I am a highly paid director of a reputable American company who just happens to be stuck in London with lousy English football, lousy English food, and lousy incompetent English secretaries. Do you know what I do to brand new secretaries? I give them a good spanking."

"Oh really, well I don't..."

Emma was taken by surprise as she was unceremoniously spun around to face the hardwood desk and bent forwards at the waist. She placed her hands face down as the tall hunk smothered them with his left hand and trapped them.

"Hey now!" Protested the startled Emma.

"Who is your boss?" He said in a demanding tone directly into her ear.

"You are." She answered, trapped between the desk and his quite solid frame.

"Again." He hissed.

His right hand took hold of the hem of her short skirt and lifted it up slowly over her pert bottom. Emma yelped as he struck her twice on each cheek with the flat of his right hand.

"OW! You are the boss."

"Grab the far side of the desk." He ordered.

As she did so he rained smacks down on her bared ass with two hard strikes dead centre on her bum. Her flesh burned but he had not been overly harsh and for that she was grateful.

"Can I rely on you, Miss Watson? Hmm?"

"Yeah...yes, Mister Doe."

Emma closed her knees and rubbed her thighs together as she began to get aroused. Doe smoothed his palm over her soft butt and moved inwards to the desirable gap between her upper thighs. He pulled up on her crisp new white panties so that her Mons pubis made an enticing bulge through the material. A visible moisture dappled the fabric as she inhaled deeply.

"You appear to be somewhat wet down here, Miss Watson. Very naughty of you I must say. We only just met. However let me just have a quick taste."

Emma remained still and bit her lower lip as her panties were moved to one side and his hot breath made contact with her trim pussy. Her glasses slipped down her nose and a few loose strands of hair fell across her groomed brows as he kissed her muff. Her heart raced as he made little trails in a circle around her mound before leaving her dangling with anticipation.

"Stand up."

Emma did so and watched in silence as the stranger shed his jacket and removed his tie.

"Hold out your hands."

Excited and intrigued she put her hands together as if in prayer and looked at John as he wound the tie around her wrists. Then he frogmarched her to the window and made her look out, raising her arms up so that they rested on the glass above her head.

"Who is the boss?"

"You are, Mister Doe."

Still looking ahead she did not see, only felt him draw her panties down to mid thigh and raise her skirt up to the small of her back. He considered her reddened buttocks and tapped them lightly with his trouser belt, giving her the impression that he was going to thrash her. A faint reflection in the glass seemed to show the man in the flesh.

"Turn to me."

Emma lowered her arms, her skirt still rucked up to reveal her pussy between her thighs.

"Oh my." She whispered.

Doe was butt naked and in possession of an eight inch erection that stuck up and out from a hairless groin. His broad shoulders looked to be a result of intense work outs and the rest of his ripped body sent urgent tingles to Emma's loins. Biceps flexed and abs twitched as he toyed with his belt. He drew nearer to the wide eyed young woman and placed his hands at the low cut neck of her blouse. Emma jumped quite literally when he rent her top into two separate halves, leaving the tatters to hang loose on her forearms. Then he reached behind her and unzipped her skirt which puddled around her heels.

"Suck me off, Miss Watson."

"Yes, Mister Doe."

Emma thrilled to the notion of what was about to occur. Illicit sex with a complete unknown in a strange environment. Now left in bra and stockings she went to her haunches and gripped his stiff cock at the halfway spot. Through her clear lenses his noble member was white and circumcised with a huge glans. As her hands were still bound at the wrists she gave him a two handed stroking, relishing the feel of his hot flesh in her palms. Her earlier estimate of him having eight inches seemed inadequate now she was up close and personal. John bent over her and unhooked her pink bra and her medium sized tits were freed up. He studied the hard tips that stood out prominent and erect on her firm breasts. His cock loomed in her face and she finally pursed her red lips and embraced his bell end.

"Excellent, Miss Watson. You have a delightful mouth."

"Uh, hmm."

Emma closed her eyes as she took in more of his prick and moved her head back and forth, the nature of his girth and length causing her to moan quite loudly. She dug her nails in the flesh of his taut thighs as she sucked on him with a wanton abandon. Her lips tightened to make a shallow channel as she shunted to and fro along his pulsing shaft. Her own arousal saw her love juices begin to run out of her exposed cunt and wet her inner thighs and ass crack.

"Keep sucking."

"Mmm, hmm."

Emma could feel his cock expand in her opened mouth and his over sized tip was now bumping the back of her throat. Lewd gurgles emanated from the demure beauty as she began to gag. Seemingly satisfied he lifted her up by the elbows and kissed her full on the mouth. The naked woman returned his kiss as they hugged each other and the tops of her stockings became damp as her pussy ached for attention.

"Please." She murmured and looked at him with pleading eyes as she shrugged off the remains of her ruined top.

The demure young woman had no thoughts other than desiring the fit young escort to ravish her and fuck her immediately.

"Please what?"

The man ran hands through his mane and stood like an Adonis with his rampant erection. Her pointy little nipples jabbed into his solid chest and her breath felt hot and sweet in his ear.

"Please Mister Doe. I need that cock."

Doe turned her to face the desk once more and put his nose into her back side. Emma clasped her tied hands together as her new lover swiped his tongue from her clitoris up to her puckered asshole. Her response was to wiggle her bottom in his face and lift her heels up onto tiptoe.

"Goodness! That feels so nice."

Doe held her cheeks apart with both hands and delved further inside the pink petals of her pussy and lapped energetically at her glistening slit. Emma flattened to the surface of the desk and her parted legs assumed an inverted V as she made more room for him to lick her hot box. He must surely please thousands of lucky women she thought as he expertly flicked her with the tip of his tongue.

"Oh, Mister Doe. You certainly are showing me who the boss is."

He held his tongue inside her entrance and then to her annoyance he was gone. That was the moment however when the tell tale bump of his knob made contact with her pussy and the actress sent him a mental signal for him to ram home that impressive boner. Put it in, put it in, put it in.

"Do you know what I do to brand new secretaries Miss Watson?"

As he spoke close into her ear he loosened her hair and let it fall over her face. His huge rod made a tunnel between her firm ass cheeks as he rubbed it up and down the heavenly skin, smearing her juices on the glans. I think I have a pretty good idea, she thought to herself as her pulse raced.

"Why don't you tell me?" She enquired.

"I fuck the shit out of them!"

His breath hissed in her left ear, followed by his hard teeth biting her lobe, sending a shiver down her spine. He shifted behind her and his left hand pressed on her lower back which made her raise her bottom. Then her folds parted as he fed her his length and he sank inside her with a gentle, but unstoppable push.

"Oh my word. That...feels...wonder...ful." At last, penetration!

Once halfway in John paused as her cunt widened to accommodate his generous girth. He then retreated until only his cock head was embedded inside her tight pussy.

"Take a message, Miss Watson, and repeat back to me."

Emma gulped and wished he would fuck her as she remained bent at the waist over the desk, half impaled on his man meat, her pussy weeping.

"Yeah...yes, mm...Mister Doe."

"I want you to fuck my brains out. Repeat."

"I...I want you...to." Emma paused and whimpered as he pushed in, with agonising slowness.

"I want you, say it."

His cock did not stop until he was all the way in her aching pussy and she felt his groin bump her bum. Her head dipped and her knuckles turned white as she made two fists in the necktie.

"Holy fuck! I...I want you to fuck my brains out! Ho!"

John held her by the hips and sawed in and out with a few deep thrusts that pressed the petite woman to the edge of the desk. Her boobs mashed to the top as she welcomed the sublime sensation of a big cock in her at last and dug her heels in the carpet under her feet. His sheer strength reverberated through her body as he thrust in and out with some ease.

"Too dry. Suck me some more."

John pulled all the way out which left a sizeable gape in Emma's cunt. Eager for more fucking she spun around and began to paint his shaft with her saliva, making sure not to leave a single millimeter untouched. He looked on with approval as his erection bobbed enticingly in her bound fists. She looked almost comical as her glasses had become askew on her face and her hair looked untidy about her attractive features.

"Enough, you naughty woman. Get up."

Emma reeled as she was held in his iron grip and made to face the desk once more. John lifted her left leg and her knee rested on the edge which made her pussy perfectly positioned for a doggy fuck. He gave her a smack on the rump for luck and shoved his slick organ right up. Now he went into overdrive and rammed in and out with a certain confidence that came from screwing for a living.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Was all Emma could manage as she was royally fucked.

The desk scraped on the floor as he relentlessly hammered her from behind on tiptoe. Emma's pussy became swollen from the continuous friction of his rigid pole that penetrated deep inside her muff. His strong thighs bumped into her and she welcomed the masculine contact on her softness.

"Uh, oh, yeah. Aah!"

Then he ceased and he bent over her so that his torso moulded against her perspiring body. He cupped her pert tits and let her hard nipples poke out between his fingers which he squeezed together. He then reached over and undid the necktie around her wrists and reared backwards, his cock withdrawing from her mushy cunt. As he drew back out Emma gasped at the sweet friction of her release.

"I think that will suffice." He said with a wry smile.

Emma got up on wobbly pins, her stockings halfway down her slender thighs, and pouted. She looked at his shiny cock, still rock hard and sporting an angry looking crown and held her chin up defiantly. The role play had been thoroughly exciting and in keeping with the improvisation Emma turned the tables.

"We're not done yet my good man. Get up on that desk, MISTER Doe, so that I can ride on that fucking big thing."

As she spoke she massaged her soft labia and felt her wetness there.

"If you insist, Miss Watson."

As he got up and laid horizontally on the desk Emma discarded her glasses and bent over him.

"Oh, I insist." She said in an authoritative tone as she sucked on his erection some more with urgent bobs of her head.

Then she hopped up and hovered over his prone body and placed each high heel either side of his outstretched thighs. She put her hands on his stomach and started to rub his cock along her puffy labia in a teasing preliminary warm up. She herself was dying to sink down on him but continued to move to and fro on his rigid length to show him who was in charge. Her pussy lips made a furrow as his prick was lovingly caressed by the horny actress.

"Let me sit on this fucking cock."

Emma looked down under her and held his cock upright and placed the bulbous head to her wet pussy. She inserted the head and closed her eyes at the incredible feeling. Her butt lowered and her weight made her sink down and engulf his shaft inside her steamy cunt.

"Too good, too good." She cooed.

With a supreme effort the English rose used the muscles in her thighs and butt to rise and fall on his cock, her pussy driving down further as his tool became ever more sleek. Both moaned from the welcome friction that they each enjoyed as Emma quickened the rate of her strokes and let her buns tap lightly on his balls. Truly this well endowed man was a sex machine, made for fucking fortunate females.

"Who's the boss? Hmm?" She said in a low voice in between throaty moans.

She leaned over his chest as she let her thighs settle on the desk on either side of his. Her face came close to his as she embedded herself on his entire length and ground her hips on his groin.

"Why, you are, Miss Watson."

John tensed his toes as she rode him with an assured authority. He jerked when she cracked her palm on his left cheek and glared at him.

"Say it again." She said between deep breaths, her body rolling to and fro.

"You are the boss." He told her as he rubbed his jaw.

Satisfied she kissed him on the mouth, her tongue finding his before even their lips met. She raked her slim fingers across his well muscled and hairless chest and he in turn clutched her ass as her lower body began to hammer into his. His big cock felt amazing as she scraped up and down as if her life depended on it. She leaned back and John tightened his grip on her butt and delighted in watching her pert tits bounce on her chest.

"I'm the boss, I own this cock. Oh my!"

Doe grinned as he bent at the waist and brought his long reach around her back and sat up with her stuck on his prick.

"Oh!" She uttered as she was hoisted up, flipped onto her back and tilted up so that her legs were on his forearms.

His weight meant that as he loomed over her, his cock shoved inside her all the way to the hilt.

"Now, where were we?"

Emma was helpless as Doe threw his legs behind him and began to steam hammer into Emma's foaming pussy. He sank all the way in and pulled back nearly all the way out as he fucked her brains out. He flexed his biceps and moved so that her legs were bent at the knee and doubled back to her head. With her weight on the back of her neck and shoulders he was able to push his cock right in to the hilt.

"Who's the boss? Who...is...the...boss?"

He spoke a word and thrust in alternatively for dramatic effect which brought Emma's heart in her mouth. His inward thrusts were a dream come true as he fucked her silly and she leaked juices around his stiff cock that ran down the crack of her dreamy ass.

"You, you, you, you." She repeated as she took his cock with gratitude.

Doe gazed down at the woman and was happy and relieved that she was an attractive type. How many plain or elderly women had he fucked this year. Emma had a tight pussy that felt fantastic as he rotated his hips and brought sighs of joy from the hot babe. The hard top desk was beginning to take its toll though and Doe saw her discomfort and let her legs down. With amazing strength he lifted her up and stood up with her still impaled on his fat cock.

"Wow!" She yelped as she was raised up into the air.

Doe held her under her butt and bounced her up and down while she hung on with her arms around his bull neck. Her legs dangled in mid air as she was raised up then dropped so that she slid on his upright tool, much to her delight. Her cunt slid right down his rod and she thought she might swoon from the sensation of complete insertion. He lifted her right off then and she folded into his arms, temporarily fatigued.

"Kneel." He stated simply and rotated his index finger at her.

Emma sighed and got onto all fours on the desk top and lowered her head and raised her butt. Doe got behind her and used his thick thighs to widen her slender legs. He held his cock to her pussy and let a long drool of spit drip onto his glans. Emma felt his prick slide inside her once more and begin to saw in and out.