The Journals of ███ ████: Ch. 01

"I'm going to..." I start to say, but before I could even finish she let go of my cock and slammed me all the way down her throat, deeper than she'd taken me at any point so far, and I lost it. I started cumming five days of cum all the way down her throat, and the look in her eyes was one that said "give it to me," and it was one of the hottest things I'd ever seen.

I couldn't tell for sure since I was completely buried to the hilt in her throat, but I would guess that I came seven or eight shots down her throat. She never even flinched, taking it all down the hatch. Once she was sure I was finished, she once again created a ton of suction on my cock and sucked her way from base to tip until she popped off and gave my cock some fresh air. Then she opened her mouth as if to say "See? All gone!" before pulling her jumpsuit back up above her tits and sitting down next to me.

"Holy shit," I said. "That was..."

"...Amazing?"

"Yeah, amazing. Thank you for that. I didn't realize how much I needed that."

"No problem," she said. "Anything for Emilia." It sure had seemed like she'd gotten some personal enjoyment out of it too, but I'd be lying if I didn't say the idea of her doing all that for someone else wasn't the hottest thing in the world.

"Well, in that case I'm glad the two of you are such good friends," I laughed.

"Oh, I bet you are," she said, smirking.

We were pretty close to the party by this time, so we just made small talk for the remaining couple of minutes. It was something of a bizarre experience to go from incredible blowjob -- especially from someone you'd only ever briefly spoken to once before -- to suddenly chatting about Game of Thrones and Furious 7, but Nathalie made it easy. She was effortlessly charming, and if the promise of a night with Emilia hadn't been on the horizon, I would have been very eager to try to spend all night in her company. I'd be lying if I didn't say the idea of trying to get her out of that jumpsuit wasn't incredibly tempting, but clearly that was not in the cards for that night. Thankfully, that night was not the last time I'd see Nathalie Emmanuel, but that is a story for another time.

Once we got to the party, Nathalie said, "Well, ███, it was a pleasure to share a ride with you."

"Oh, the pleasure was all mine, Nathalie."

"I know," she added with a smirk.

The limo driver parked, and as Nathalie got up to exit, she hopped into my lap and started making out with me. One second I was just sitting there, and the next her tongue was all the way down my throat. I could feel myself getting hard in my pants again, and I think that must have been what she wanted because as soon as she noticed me poking into her, she hopped up and exited the cabin. What a fucking tease.

I tried to compose myself as best I could, but I had to exit the limo. As soon as I was out, I saw that Emilia had beaten us there and was waiting for me at the entrance. Nathalie must have given her a look as she walked by because I could see Emilia looking at her with a knowing smirk on her face.

But then she saw me, and that smirk turned into a full on beam of excitement. And I returned her beam with one of my own. There she was, and she looked incredible.

I mean, Emilia always looks incredible, but I loved the dress she was in. A pink dress that went nearly all the way to the ground but with an incredible "V" in the top half that really showcased her luscious cleavage. Having some idea as to how I thought the night would end up, I couldn't help but think about how quickly those straps would be easy to remove to get her undressed as quickly as possible.

I made my way over to her, and the first thing she did was pull me in for a kiss and say, "So, how was she?" Of course this made me turn beat red, but I said she was wonderful and thanked her.

Emilia gave me a look that said she was incredibly pleased with herself for what she had orchestrated there, and I kind of just melted on the spot under that trademark Emilia Clarke smile. I was putty in her hands, and she absolutely knew it. She took my arm in hers and we started to make our way into the party. Then she said, "Unless I'm very much mistaken, I would swear I could have tasted you in your mouth just then. Did she..."

"Yeah, she did," I laughed. "Right before we got out of the limo she jumped in my lap and shoved her tongue down my throat."

Emilia belly laughed at this. "That naughty little slut! I just said suck you off, not make out with you!" Then I gave her my theory about wanting to make me walk out into the party with a hard-on, and she laughed even harder. "That certainly sounds like the Nathalie I know. See, I knew you would like her."

As we walked into the party, I pointed out some of the decorations and the massive Christmas tree, and she said, "Is this your first Christmas in London?"

I confirmed that it was.

"Well, wait until you see just how big we do Christmas here. You're never going to want to celebrate anywhere else. Just you wait, I'm going to make sure this is your best Christmas ever."

"I'm with you, aren't I?" I wasn't just buttering her up. I meant it. We weren't dating, that's true, but I couldn't think of anyone else I'd rather spend the holiday with.

"That you are," she said, giving my arm a squeeze. "But the night is only just beginning. Just you wait and see what I got you."

"What, something besides a ride with Nathalie?"

She just laughed and gave me a wink and then gave me the international "my lips are sealed" gesture, so I knew not to push it any further.

"Come on, there are so many people here that I want you to meet," she said as she begun to pull me into the party.

Of course, I knew a lot of the people here. Many I knew about as well as I knew Emilia, from a certain point of view. Or, to be more specific, about as well as I knew Emilia after our first meeting in my office. I'd worked with many actresses at this party, and many of them were just as eager to get into one of my movies as Emilia was a couple of years ago.

But there were others I'd never worked with, many of whom I'd never even met. Now, this part is going to sound incredibly conceited, but given what my life had been like for the last half decade at least, I don't think I'm puffing myself up to much to say that there were many women here who would have jumped at the chance to get me to go home with them in hopes that I'd land them the next big project that everyone would be talking about at this very party this time next year as the role that might get them their BAFTA or Oscar.

I don't say this to inflate my own ego, but I do think it's important to illustrate how Emilia was parading me around that room. Like I said, there were a lot of women here would have loved to have gotten their hooks into me -- especially actresses who have had some success on British TV but haven't really crossed over into Hollywood yet -- but I was on Emilia's arm. The look on her face was clear: I was her's tonight, and they couldn't have me.

And that was the ego boost for me. Not the looks others were giving me. The looks of jealousy they were giving her.

But not everyone there was like that, and those people weren't the ones she wanted me to meet anyway.

Like Karen Gillan, for example. When Emilia saw her, we quickly made our way over. This was actually the first time I'd met Karen, and I think Emilia wanted to introduce the two of us to see how I might react when faced with another charming, ridiculously attractive woman. Karen was something of a test, I think. Had Emilia let me out of her sight, I probably would have not been able to help myself pursuing Karen that night. She looked absolutely fucking amazing.

She was in one of the greatest outfits I've ever seen in my entire life, though I still don't quite get how Karen didn't freeze to death on the way there. She was dressed in a shimmering black outfit much like Nathalie had been, except for while Nathalie was in a pantsuit, Karen was in a something of suit jacket that basically didn't have any pants, just fishnet leggings.

When Emilia introduced us, she could tell just how much I wanted Karen. She knew me well enough to see it in my face, even through what to nearly anyone else would have been a pretty convincing poker face. She didn't outwardly show it, but I know Emilia loved that I wanted Karen but couldn't have her.

I didn't get any vibe from Karen that she could tell what was going on here, though, she was just cracking jokes and being her utterly charming self.

"Karen, I'm always telling Emilia just how much I love your horror movie Oculus from a couple years ago," I told her. "But I can't get her to watch it with me."

"Not after you told me about that one scene, I'm not!" Emilia exclaimed.

"Which scene?" Karen asked.

"The one with the l-"

But Karen didn't let me finish.

"The LIGHTBULB!" and then she burst out laughing. It was a loud, room filling laugh, and it gave Emilia the chance to lean in and whisper something in my ear.

"Would you rather have those legs wrapped around you or up on your shoulders?"

I nearly choked.

There's no way Karen could have heard her say it, and her head was rolling back with such uproarious laughter, she probably never even noticed Emilia lean in towards me, if only briefly so.

Was Emilia upset with me for looking at Karen? Was this punishment for her seeing how much I wanted Karen in that moment? Or was she just trying to rile me up, using this as additional foreplay for whatever she had in store this evening?

Either way, it worked. I could feel myself once again getting a little stiff in my trousers, and Emilia knew it. She gave a quick little smirk and then went back to talking to Karen about the movie as if nothing had even happened.

A few minutes later, Karen had to excuse herself to go to talk to someone who had just walked into the party, and Emilia began to scan the room to find someone to introduce me to next.

While she was looking, I leaned in close and whispered, "Around my waist, but I wouldn't say no to up on my shoulders either," and she just gave me an innocent look that said, "Hmm?" as if she had no idea what I was talking about.

A few seconds later, she turned to me and asked, "Have you ever met Jenna?" while gesturing across the room to Jenna Coleman. I told her that I hadn't to which she said, "Oh, you have to meet her. You'll love her," and then she pulled me across the room over to her.

Before we even made our way over to Jenna, my eyes absolutely lit up at the sight of her. She looked amazing in the red dress that she was wearing. It was very tastefully low cut and tight fitting; her shimmery brunette hair looked gorgeous the way it sat upon her collar bone, and the way the dress clung to her body really accentuated her full breasts and wide hips. Once again, I had the thought that if I wasn't there with Emilia, Jenna was someone I would have definitely had my sights on.

Once we were over there, Emilia introduced the two of us.

"It's nice to meet you, Jenna," I told her.

"Likewise!" she said before turning to Emilia and saying, "This is the producer you were telling me about, correct?"

"Oh, yes, that's him," she said, turning to me with a smile. "I told you I'd make sure you met him one day. I'm sure he'd love to, uh," she said, pausing and giving me a cheeky grin, "'Work' with you."

"Emilia!" Jenna said in shock, but the way the two looked at each other, something told me that this was not the first time they had ever said discussed this. It was all over Jenna's face.

"Well, of course it would obviously be my pleasure to work with you, Jenna. You should contact my office if you're ever in LA," I said, trying to at least outwardly keep this conversation somewhat professional. I didn't want to give Jenna the wrong impression, as much as everything Emilia was inferring really was filled with a lot of truth.

"Oh, it would be your pleasure all right, just ask Sam Claflin!" Emilia said with a very naughty look on her face that Jenna returned with a dangerous "don't say another word" look of her own.

I knew that the three of them had worked together on Me Before You early that year, but it wasn't due to be released until the following spring so I hadn't seen it yet.

"Oh, come on, Jen. Lighten up. Who cares if you spent more time in Sam's trailer than your own?"

Jenna just went pink at this. "He'll get the wrong idea," she said, looking at me.

"Him?" Emilia said, laughing. "Most of ███'s time on film sets is spent in trailers other than his own, and he would be the very last person to judge. Honestly, it's fine, Jen. You and Richard [Madden] had just broken up. Who cares if you had some fun at work?"

"Well," Jenna said with a look on her face that was clearly embarrassed yet with a hint of warming up to the idea of this conversation, "If you're going to talk about that set, you might as well give him the whole story."

I looked away from Jenna and cocked an eyebrow at Emilia. She looked from Jenna to me and back to Jenna, and said, "Alright, fine. Jenna wasn't the only one in Sam's trailer," she said rolling her eyes, but the part of me that knew Emilia well knew that she wanted to tell this part of the story most of all. "I spent some time in there too. Or should I say, the three of us spent time in there together."

Now, if that wasn't an image. Damn. What I would have given to be a part of that set!

"I have to be honest, ladies. I'm going to have a very difficult time keeping my mind on the movie when Me Before You finally comes out!"

The two of them laughed, and I couldn't help but join in.

"Especially if they keep in that scene of the two of us together in bed!" Emilia teased.

"Didn't you tell me that the two of you are playing sisters?" I asked her incredulously.

"Honestly, Emilia, you're going to give him the wrong idea," Jenna said.

She wasn't wrong. As innocent as the scene of the movie where the two of them were just laying side by side was when the movie eventually came out, my mind couldn't help but see it a completely different way.

"Oh, sorry to scram on you, Jen, but I just saw someone over there that I have to introduce ███ to."

"That's okay. It was nice to meet you, ███."

"Likewise!" I said, reaching into my wallet to pull out my card and hand it to her. "Give me a call when you're in LA and we'll see if we can set up a proper meeting."

As soon as Jenna had my card, Emilia was pulling me the other direction towards someone else.

"Who are you..." I asked Emilia as she pulled me along with her.

"You'll see." But the room was crowded, and I couldn't tell who our destination was. Then all of the sudden she stopped, tapped someone on the back of their shoulder, and then they turned around. Wearing lovely blue, flowery dress that showed off her arms and legs was none other than Maisie Williams.

"Emilia!" she said with clear excitement in her eyes. "I didn't know you were coming! Merry Christmas!"

"Merry Christmas to you!" Emilia said in return, pulling her younger co-star in for a hug. "I wanted to introduce you to ███ ████," she said, gesturing towards me.

Maisie's eyes went wide with realization. I should have known from what Emilia had clearly told Jenna about the two of us -- much less the experience I'd had earlier that night with Nathalie -- that she wasn't exactly shy with people she worked with. But it still took me by surprise to see the look in Maisie's face. She had just turned 18 that April.

"Oh. Hi!" Maisie said, holding out her hand. I took it and gave it a shake. "Emilia's told me all about you."

"Only good things, I hope."

"Oh, yes. She speaks very highly of you," Maisie added with a giggle.

"It's true," Emilia said while beaming in my direction. "I do."

I mean, fuck, right? What an ego boost.

"I'm glad you made it tonight, Mais," Emilia told her.

"Oh, you know I'm not missing a party," Maisie laughed, and Emilia laughed back with her.

"That is very true. Tell ███ how much you love parties."

And then Maisie started to tell me a few stories about her experiences at parties of all kinds. After parties, after-after parties, parties she crashed on university campuses...and all of them had one thing in common. What I had assumed to be a very innocent teen standing in front of me seemed to be far from the truth. Even if I didn't get every detail from Maisie, what I heard was enough to tell me that this was a girl who liked her drugs, alcohol, and more drugs and that she tended to go hard.

When I say I didn't get every detail, that's not to say that Maisie didn't share them. She very well may have, but very shortly into Maisie's stories Emilia decided that it was the right time to lean in and whisper into my ear again, and what she told me made me utterly incapable of hearing a word that came out of Maisie's mouth.

"You're taking her anal virginity tonight."

Honestly, it was hard to see straight after that. But I was pretty sure Emilia was messing with me just to make me really react in front of Maisie, and I was determined to keep my cool. So I made it look like I was listening, which I really was trying to, but it was hard to think about anything else other than a naked Maisie Williams in my bed with my cock fully embedded in her ass.

I think Emilia could tell that I wasn't really listening, because before I knew it, she had her arm around mine and was leading me away from Maisie and across the room towards someone else.

I gave her a look that tried to say, "Was that real?" but once again she reacted as if nothing had even happened over there, so I was pretty sure that she was just trying to keep me worked up. I would be lying if I said it was not effective. She'd known that I thought Maisie was cute, and she was using that to her advantage.

This night was turning into quite the evening of Emilia going full force with every method she had of teasing me, and I was loving it.

Or I had been, anyway. It was to my horror when I realized who she was pointing me towards next. Standing across the room in the direction we were walking was Emma Watson.

I think the reason we were heading towards Emma was that Emilia wanted to take the tension from the chat with Maisie and ratchet it up a little. She knew that things between Emma and I were awkward, to say the least, so what time better to drop me in a situation like that than right after my mind had gone blank with dirty images filling my brain?

I suppose I should offer a bit of context. Emma and I had a night together the previous year, and Emilia knew all about it. Like I said, we enjoyed sharing stories like that with each other. This was a time when Emma clearly really wanted my assistance in boosting her post-Potter career, but a project never came together. I tried to avoid situations like that because there tend to be a lot of hard feelings going around when it doesn't work out. That's not to say that everyone that I've slept with have ended up in my movies; there's just too many eager people and not enough parts to go around. But for it to happen with someone of the level of fame of Emma Watson is a situation that I try to avoid, and my assumption was that it wasn't something she did all that often to begin with. Maybe I'll go into more detail at a later date.

"Hi, Emma," I said when we were finally face to face. I have to admit she looked gorgeous in the white off-the-shoulder gown that she was wearing.

"Hi," she said, her voice not trying to hide that she was not pleased to see me.

"Merry Christmas."

"Thanks." It didn't escape me that I didn't get a season's greetings back in return.