The first time Emma Watson had sex, it wasn't brilliant. Nor was her second sexual experience. Nor the third, nor the fourth time. No, it wasn't until the fifth fuck that Emma's accumulated tension was released. Finally, a boy managed to satisfy her that way. Finally, after a long time of self-service and learning how to pleasure herself, Emma understood what sex was all about. And she seamlessly transitioned from her teenage years to adulthood.

After the young and burgeoning actress turned eighteen, Emma had flirted, dated, and kissed. Had kissed a lot. Then came the hot and heavy stuff, and inevitably she lost her virginity. At the age of twenty, the attractive teenager had blossomed into a winsome beauty. She had begun to love luxury fashion and knew her Chanel from her Chloe. She soon became the perfect pin-up for British fashion's new guard of talent.

Emma had been eager to finish up filming the last Potter film, so that she could move on and escape the confines of being prim and proper. The final adventure had been physically demanding, and the main characters had to endure many weeks of outdoor filming in varying conditions. The production company had several physios on set, and Emma used every opportunity to exercise and keep fit, which resulted in her developing a highly toned and lithe frame.

As was the case with many big-budget films with large numbers of cast members, there were huge chunks of the day spent waiting for set pieces and the like. Rather than just sit around being bored, Emma became fascinated with one particular young fellow who was a freelance carpenter who appeared to work alone. Preparing set locations and creating backdrops and structures required immense skill and patience.

This one worker caught her eye as he resembled her first crush, actor Tom Felton, but this one had softer features, a Brad Pitt-type mop top, and was muscular and strapping. More than once, Emma noticed him checking her out, but he averted his gaze when she smiled back at him.

"Watch out for that one, dearie," advised one of the caterers. "He has to work alone since he has a short fuse. He can change moods like the weather."

Emma looked at the elderly tea lady and then back to her admirer.

"Do you know his name?"

"Everyone calls him Chip, or Chippie."

"Right."

The informal name for a British carpenter, thought Emma. That night, she went to bed with Chippie on her mind, and she masturbated as she imagined the fair-haired looker fucking her brains out.

x

The next day, Emma looked at that day's shooting schedule and yet again, she had nothing to do until later in the afternoon. As the crew and cast busied themselves in the main area, Emma stole away and sought out Chip. It was surprisingly warm for the time of the year, and when Emma caught sight of the fair-haired carpenter, he was naked from the waist up. He was honing some rough wood with a plane, and he had to pause now and again to wipe the sweat from his brow.

He had the usual clutter of tools and implements by his feet as he finished up erecting a shelter of some sort. Emma walked over to stand next to him, and he stared at her with brooding eyes. Up close, his cheekbones were painfully sharp, and his chin had a slight cleft. His lips were pulled into a look of disdain, as though having her mere presence irked him. Emma blinked. There was something disarming about him, and when he made eye contact, she felt a little flutter in her stomach she couldn't quite explain.

"Hi. I'm Emma. You're very talented. This is fine work."

The man, who looked to be her age, just shrugged and carried on toiling away. Despite his disinterest, she smiled to herself when he glanced up at her discreetly. As he gave her a quick once-over, her confidence grew as a result. He made no more attempt at conversation, and so the emboldened young filly stepped up.

"I've seen you around the lot."

"And I've seen you. You're a witch."

Emma laughed and swept her longish hair back.

"Only pretend. I'm not a real witch. Do you always work by yourself?"

He paused and stood tall. Her breath caught in her throat as a cloud hid the sun and a shadow defined the planes of his chest. Emma's heart hammered as she took in the sight of the athletic fellow. She especially liked his broad shoulders, the ripple of his abdomen, and even the faint dusting of grime on his hands. Of all of her lovers thus far in her life, only Chip stirred something deep within her. He looked almost primal to the still green lass. Her eyes lingered on his bare torso.

"I do my best work alone. Besides, I don't look for company. Maybe they warned you about me? Stay away from Chip. He's a bad man to know?"

"Not in so many words."

What the bloody hell was she doing? We were outside on a massive film lot, and she was one of the prime cast members. But her objections died as the insistent ache between her legs demanded attention. His voice was low and deep, and she felt wetness gather between her upper thighs. She desperately wished he might pull her to him and kiss her hard on the mouth. He continued to stare at her, and she stood mesmerized by his baby blue eyes.

"Are you?"

"What?"

Are you a bad boy?"

"Bad, mad, and dangerous to know. I've always worked hard to get where I am, and I don't pander to anybody."

As he spoke, she had a strange desire to be dominated and possessed by him. Emma had not put on a bra; her pert breasts were firm and pliant at this tender age, and her nipples brushed the cloth of her T-shirt and hardened. She had a fantastic notion to be fucked rough and hard.

"Is that right?" Emma said in a hushed tone.

In a flash, she went on tiptoe and virtually fell against him, mashing his chest to her soft tits under the thin shirt. Chip just stood straight and drew her to him, kissing her with flared nostrils. When she didn't protest, he thrust his hot tongue into her mouth and pressed against her slender body. Emma felt the hardness in his faded jeans, and she raked his broad back. Encouraged by her response, he dragged the bottom of her shirt from the waistband of her skirt and slid a hand up and under. He thumbed her erect nipples, and she moaned into his mouth. He had callouses on his fingers from his trade, and his rough feel turned her on even more.

"Be sure of what you're doing, girl. You might be out of your depth with someone like me."

"Wait! We can't! Not here."

Emma pushed him away, but she was fooling herself. She needed to get fucked and fucked hard. She turned her back on Chip, reached out to a vertical wooden beam, and dipped her head. She welcomed the wetness dampening her panties and unconsciously rubbed her legs against each other to feel the pleasurable friction. She was nervous because Chip was big, strong, and a stranger. This was something she had never felt before.

"Look, before we...oh!"

When Emma faced him again, Chip had unbuckled his belt and stepped out of his denims. He grinned smugly as she looked him all over. This was only the fifth man she had ever seen completely naked, and he was a perfect specimen. Toned and athletic. He had a hint of a six-pack, and his midriff heaved from the excitement. He had no body hair, and even his pubes were fair and fluffy. His cock jutted up thick and throbbing, its size equivalent to that of a prize stallion.

"I don't believe it!"

Chip simply raised a brow and stood there unashamed and complacent. The size. The exaggerated virility gave her a delicious ache that needed to be soothed. He was over six feet tall, to her five feet five, and she had to tilt her head to look him in the eyes. She didn't have any emotional attachment to the man, nor did she want one. Likewise, she was there to give him someone to fuck. Emma understood this and accepted it gratefully.

"Well, witch? Do you want to fuck or not?"

Emma looked wistfully at his massive erection. By far the biggest organ she had seen up close. Tentatively, she reached out and traced her fingers up the incredibly thick shaft to the bloated tip.

"Suck it, then."

"Can't. It's too big."

"Try."

She gulped and bent at the waist, holding him tightly in her right fist. She poked out her tongue and licked up the underside from the base to the glans. She kissed the spongy bell end and popped it into her mouth. She closed her eyes and suckled it with pursed lips, relishing the wicked sensation of a cock head in her mouth.

"Oh, fucking hell! Get on with it."

Chip grabbed her head in both hands and pushed her down further. Emma tried to gag, but she was too full of cock. Her nostrils dripped snot as she tried to breathe in through her nose. He held her in place and then let her go. Emma reared back and coughed loudly, breaking a string of spit that had formed a link from her chin to his knob.

"Gah! Wait..."

Emma had only taken a few breaths before her head was roughly lowered to his groin again. He forced her mouth back on his length, and he humped up from the hips to fuck the face of the guileless damsel. As she panted and struggled for air, saliva ran out of her stuffed mouth and bathed his balls.

"Sorry. I just seem to lose it."

His sudden aggression is almost as sensational as the way his prick felt in her mouth. His plums slapped lightly against her, and Emma did her best to suck harder by making her lips tighter. He groaned contentedly, and with a little jerk of his hips, he pulled back out. He spread his hands wide, and Emma spat on the ground. As she was doubled over, Chip dragged her tee off, and she stood up suddenly, naked from the waist up. He rudely spun her around so that she was facing away from him. She gasped as he lifted the hem of her skirt over her lower back. He fingered her skimpy panties and then, with some force, he ripped them in half.

"Ooo, you sod!"

He folded his front over her stooped-over frame, and she felt his hot breath on the nape of her neck. He thrust two fingers deep inside her wet pussy, and Emma hummed between gritted teeth as she was frigged hard. The sun came out from behind the clouds, and she felt the heat on her naked body.

"I told you I was bad. Can't help it. There's something inside me that makes my blood run hot."

"Uh, huh!"

Emma wilted as she held onto the sturdy vertical wooden beam for support. As her cunt was plundered over and over, the demure beauty protested no longer. Truth be told, Emma was loving the harsh treatment, and her very core was on fire. She wanted to be fucked, and fucked rough and hard. Her body rolled and squirmed, but Chip used his free hand to hold her in place.

"My stars! You're so wet down here."

"Mmm, I...know. Just thinking about sex makes me cream up."

Emma whimpered as he stroked up and down lightly, pulling more wetness from her gash. She promptly parted her legs a little further to give him the room he wanted, which was when he located her clit and tapped it persistently with his index finger. The young maiden, still not sexually aware at her tender age, loved his attention. His fingers circled her clit, and then he frigged her wet gash, working her into a frenzy.

"Think you can take me on, witch?"

"Um, ah! Don't...know."

"Want to try?"

"Heh! Don't...know."

He placed his left hand on her left buttock and rubbed the business end of his dick in his other hand in the thick wetness of her pussy entrance. He used her juices to lube up, and then he pushed forward, driving half of his length inside her needy cunt. Emma opened her mouth in a silent scream when she embraced his big cock surging into her. Chippie began to shunt to and fro as she held the beam in both hands. Her unbridled passion now expressed itself in a series of throaty moans as he drove his huge shaft into her again and again. His generous girth stretched her open, expanding her vulva like never before.

In the middle of nowhere, in the heat of mid-morning, Emma could hear the sloppy squelching of his cock working inside of her. She rose on her toes, and he arched his back, pushing up to invade her even deeper. The slap of wet skin filled the open air, and she tightened around him as he filled her young pussy with his hard cock.

"Ever been fucked like this?"

"Oh, crikey!"

He snorted and slammed into her super hard and paused. He drew back slowly and again hammered home, nearly toppling the lightweight lass over. With his dick crammed inside her, he drew his right hand back and smacked her hard on her right cheek. His palms were rough, and the blow left a red handprint on her tender flesh, and her hips pushed back into him.

"Fuck!" she shrieked loudly.

He proceeded to spank her with both hands, making her bottom jiggle and ripple. The immediate shock and the subsequent heat from her backside evolved into sheer pleasure, and Emma gushed more fluids as she climaxed.

"Oh, God. I'm coming, I'm coming!"

The waves of release rushed through her slim body, and the juices of her cum spilt down her left leg. Chip resumed fucking her, and he surprised her by lifting her right leg at the knees and hooking her shoe around his right hip. She twisted her upper body so that she was side on at the waist and balanced on her left foot. He backed up to the beam behind him and used it as a cushion to thrust up into her to the hilt.

"Are you a virgin?" he wondered as he panted and banged her faster.

"No."

"You're as tight as a drum."

"Oh!"

Emma yelped as her head was yanked back by him, grabbing a fistful of her long hair. Then, he let go of her locks and brought her left leg up and around his other hip. She was stretched back from the beam, which she held onto fiercely. The budding actress was completely off the ground as she was used like a sex doll by the beast. He let her weary body down after a good series of humping, and he picked her up in his arms.

He laid her out on his wooden planing bench with the waxed and polished surface.

It was about thirty inches high and about six feet long. She put her arms above her head and let her legs hang down on each side of the skinny bench. Her pussy gaped open and looked inviting and on offer. Chip lowered his robust frame and prodded her muff with his knob. She raised her head and bit her lip. She wanted him desperately.

"Chippie. Please, just fuck me."

"First, I want you to diddle yourself for me."

"Just me?"

"Correct."

Emma watched him standing by her feet as he wanked off, looking at her in turn. She licked her fingers and slowly ran them up her slit all the way to her clit. She was soaked, and she slipped inside her puffy lips and rubbed the juice all over. The faster the man jerked off, the harder she fanned her clit. Her hard nub was throbbing, and her juices were running down the cleft between her cute nether cheeks.

"I can't take much more of this. Please, fuck me."

For the first time in the life of the twenty-year-old, Emma had never felt so good. She had never experienced such passion, and her pussy pulsed with every beat of her heart. Chippie had a devious smile on his face as he let her squirm. He knew how badly she wanted it. She was now putty in his hands. lips and worked them apart. He pulled her legs up high and moved in, and as he bent over, he took her backside up off the bench. Her feet came next to his ears, and his sweaty hands cupped her buttocks as he plunged in balls deep.

"Fuck me!" he cried when he nearly lost it due to her almost virginal tightness.

He had never had such a good fuck before.

She had never had such a good fuck before.

He could feel every detail of her cunt walls around his throbbing shaft.

She could feel every detail of his cock as he moved in and out. He had her lower body rising and lowering as he pumped her like a piston.

"Do me hard! Don't be gentle!"

Chip needed no encouragement as he felt his animalistic instinct guiding his actions. He gave her a hefty wrench up and captured her bouncing form in his arms. Emma was now off the bench and cradled against his chest, still impaled on his massive column. He moved her back and forth as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Make me a woman!"

Emma crossed her ankles behind him as his huge dick drove up into her tight little

pussy over and over. She was so full of cock! Oh, the joy! Then he pulled her up so that he dropped out of her deliberately.

"You bastard. Put it back in, this instant!"

With surprising dexterity, Chip brought her back down on his upstanding pole and blew the breath from her lungs. His cock was so stiff, so hard as he pushed up deep inside her. The ridges of his veiny shaft stimulated her clit, and every scrape gave her a heavenly sensation. He was so deep inside her that the angle proved fruitful.

"Fuck yes! I'm coming!" she shouted, not caring if anyone heard her.

"Me too."

"Wait!"

Chip went down and let the crazed girl dismount him. Emma squatted down and grabbed his twitching prick, and jerked it rapidly in both hands. The saucy witch felt his first spurt splash her right cheek, and she opened her mouth eagerly. Chip growled as he came and came, splattering her face and lips. Still, he kept ejaculating, bathing her face from brow to chin.

Emma sat back on the edge of the bench and panted. It all felt like a dream. Apart from acting, this had been the most incredible experience of her young life. She couldn't believe how she had let any of this happen. Emma leaned back and wallowed in the heavy scent of sex and cum. Bloody perfect.

"You should clean up."

"Good idea."

They were both sticky, and Emma realised that her T-shirt and skirt were decidedly grubby. Her knickers were in tatters on the ground.

"Crikey! I'm due to film a scene this afternoon!

She stood up in her naked state and spread her hands.

"You can borrow my shirt."

Emma put it on over her head, and it came down to her knees. They looked at each other and laughed their socks off.

x

Sixteen years later.

Since the curtain dropped on the Potter series of films, Emma Watson has enjoyed success after success. Despite acting, she had been a regular feature on the red carpet and front-row circuit. Four times she had graced the cover of British Vogue. She had cultivated a style identity that mirrors her long-standing commitment to social causes, from gender equality to sustainability.

Announced as a Prada ambassador in 2022, the rising star has fronted campaigns for Prada Paradoxe and is often seen at Prada and Miu Miu's fashion week presentations. She also made her directorial debut with the scent's campaign film, highlighting her multi-dimensional role as an actress, activist, and artist.

Ever active and vibrant, Emma found stuffy functions and company parties a bore. Such as the one she found herself invited to in the Four Seasons Hotel at Tower Bridge. The venue provided several conference rooms, including the stylish Thames Penthouse, which offered views over the Tower of London and the River Thames.

Emma looked her usual chic self, dressed in a black bandeau top with the Prada logo on it, and paired with a waterfall skirt that reached the floor. The top left her shoulders bared, and as was often the case, the winsome beauty commanded the attention of everyone in the room with her radiance and effortless sensuality. She stood alone amongst the one hundred guests after making compulsory greetings to most. In her hand was her second gin and tonic, which she sipped as she resigned herself to being looked at. To alleviate the tedium, Emma amused herself by checking out the men in attendance.

"Too old, too fat, too old, too old, too bald."

One fellow piqued her interest, but he was wearing blue jeans. Choke! None of them really did it for her, though. She was just about ready to leave when a large hand caught her elbow. Looking over her shoulder, she saw a well-set chap with an untidy mop of fair hair and a square-jawed face.

"Are you going?"

The man looked her in the eye and smiled. He was a good six inches taller than she, and his burly frame and taut legs filled his dark suit to the max. Emma inhaled his subtle, masculine scent and smiled back wanly.

"It's Emma Watson, isn't it? Of course it is."

"Hello, pleased to meet you."

She took his offered hand, and his fist virtually smothered it.

"It's Robert. Robert Chambers."

Emma furrowed her brow as she felt something familiar about him.

"Have we met before?"

"Could be. I've been running a carpentry business. We build, install, and shift scenery, props, and structural elements for studio sets or location shoots. We do the Prada commercials."

"Oh, right. Maybe I saw you on the last shoot."

"Actually, we met many years ago on another film location. It was in 2010. I was a humble member of the crew then. They called me Chippie."

"Chip? Chippie? Oh, my god! Chippie!"

Immediately, Emma experienced a sexual reaction. The thirty-six-year-old celebrity was unable to control herself. Her whole body became heated as those unsavoury flashbacks came rushing back. This man, this beast of a man, had seen her at her best and her worst.

"That was so long ago. I was barely out of my teens. I've matured a lot since then."

"What are you drinking?"

Chip brought her another gin and tonic, her third in an hour, and she got chatty. She told the hunk all about her studying and charity work, and he was impressed by how incredibly articulate and skilled she was in the art of small talk. Emma soon became giggly and even made a few tactile gestures. Feeling his arm and leaned in to make a point or two.

"So, are you married?"

"Twice divorced," he said. "My wives couldn't keep up with me. They both cited abuse."

Emma remained mute. Did he beat them up? Were his sexual advances too excessive? They made eye contact in the brooding silence and shared a knowing look. The one intimate time they had shared had been intense and raw. She had never forgotten it.

"I'm staying in the hotel. I live in Stoke now. I have a fantastic room on the seventh floor overlooking the river. Would you like to see?"

"Okay," she answered in a slightly tipsy voice.

And that was it. Nothing else to add. He took her arm and steered her to the lifts.

In the elevator, they were both quiet. They stood apart. They didn't grab at each other. All they did was stare straight ahead. The doors opened, and Chip said his suite was at the end of the hall. He unlocked it, and Emma entered first. Chip was right on her heels, almost pushing into her.

The anticipation was huge. After five seconds, Emma was pinned to the wall with her arms held fast above her head. Their mouths met, and they locked into a passionate French kiss. She had nowhere to go as he made broad pelvic thrusts and banged her against the wall. It was all about the animal sex. This was what Emma had craved for a long time. He knew what she wanted, and he was capable of giving it to her. His strong hands found themselves on her backside, and she ran her fingers through his hair. The attraction between the two of them was too strong to ignore. He may be a brute, but he knew how to make her feel like a woman again. He had already fucked her once. And an encore was too hard to resist.

"Are you okay with this?" he asked between tongue lashings.

"Mmm, I'm good."

The starlet was already wet and willing, especially as he pushed his right leg in and she felt his big bulge through his strides. Chip's tongue darted in and out of her mouth so fast that he was, in effect, tongue fucking her. Her hands were still above her head as he tugged her top down to release her heaving breasts. He dipped to her bosom and lapped at each of her erect nipples in turn. His rough hands moved up and down her flanks, making her tingle all over.

"I can still be a bit, er, boisterous when I'm in heat."

With their mouths glued to each other, Emma responded by pulling the front of his shirt out of his pants and rolling her hands across his ripped abdomen. He started to move backwards, closing in on the big, white sofa in the centre of the suite.

"Take your cock out. I want to suck it so badly."

Chip took his jacket off and sat in the seat. He kicked his shoes off and unzipped, pulling out his thick hose in a single motion. Emma went onto her knees and pulled his pants down to his ankles. She caught the bobbing tool and squeezed the throbbing shaft. A thrill went through her loins as she recalled their fuck all those years ago. She teased the flared head by licking around the spongy expanse as she looked up at him.

"It's just as big as I remember."

And what a big cock it was! It was as hard as hard, and lined with raised veins. It

and throbbed with the lines and veins around it. With the foreskin down, it was a good nine inches long. Emma ached to have it inside her pussy, to feel it stretch her out to the max. She opened her jaw and dove down, taking his dick deeper and deeper. Her pert nose pressed on his lower abdomen as she gagged on the thick rod of meat.

"That's a good witch. Suck that thing."

Slowly, the determined minx let him slide down her throat. She would show the brute how she had progressed sexually since their first time together. Emma pulled her head back, letting his cock go free from her mouth, and moved back down on him, surprising him by how much of him she took into her mouth.

"You've improved a lot, you little trollop."

She loved the dirty talk as she buried her head in his musky groin. Her hands dug into the flesh of his upper thighs as she blew him hands free. Emma Watson was not ashamed of the many cocks she had sucked in the last sixteen years, and she knew how to let him slip down her throat. He was now fully in. Bell end tickling the back of her throat, and his plums tapping her chin. Her nose dripped as she breathed in, but she was not phased, enjoying the sensation of cock choking was good!

"Fuck, Emma!"

Chip rose, spun the woman around and bent her over one arm of the sofa. He unzipped her skirt and dragged it all the way down. Emma was at his mercy

and his command. He saw red and ripped her soft panties in twain, and adjusted her posture so that her bum was up in the air.

"Bad witch! Bad, bad!"

And then, smack! He brought his palm across her right buttock. Emma yelped as he repeated the blow on her left nate. Smack, smack, smack. He used his flattened hand to saw in and out between her legs, rubbing her muff firmly. She felt him move in between her widened legs, and then the fat head of his prick opened her yielding folds.

"Ho!"

Chip slid his thick cock inside her and paused half in, half out. Emma concentrated hard and spent a few seconds expanding and contracting her cunt walls. Chip gave her two inches of his cock and again paused. He pushed once more, and just like that, he was all in. It was a really amazing sensation for her to have so much cock inside her.

He delivered a sharp smack across both of her buttocks and got to work, rapidly pumping in and out of her with gusto. Again, he gave her firm spanks that made the slender babe squeal out loud. Emma reached out with her hands to hold herself up as she was smashed hard.

"Chip! Oh, Chip!"

As the sofa shuddered beneath her, cushions scattered and fell to the carpet. Emma was fucked with such intensity that any restraints on her part were long gone.

"Witch! Fucking Witch!" He wound his right fist in her loose hair and pulled her head back. "Take that dick, witch! Take that fucking big cock!"

Emma felt like she was being ridden by a stallion, and she tingled all over at this point. She couldn't think straight. The only thing that mattered was how her cunt was so stuffed with cock.

"You like being treated like a slut? Miss high and mighty Miss Watson?"

"Ungh! Yes! You f...fuck me so good!"

He was so deep inside her that his balls met her bum. Her moans and whimpers were music to his ears and seemed to drive him on. His hard thrusts shoved her forward, and when he pulled back, she exhaled audibly. It had been a long time since she had experienced such desire. Her pert bottom was rippling as his front battered her cushion of a backside, and the resounding echo of their bodies slapping together. To her surprise, he pulled his cock out of her, and he pressed down on the side of her face with his foot.

"Stay exactly like that," he ordered as he ground his toes in her ear.

Emma froze with her rear end up and her face in the seat. She heard him behind her stirring.

"Okay. Get up."

Chip had stripped down to the raw. As Emma discarded her top, she saw that the man was certainly at the peak of his physical prowess. A strong, rugged gem of a

fellow whose muscled physique testified to a life of rigorous toil. In comparison to his magnificent upper body, one might be tempted to think that everything from the waist downwards might prove something of a disappointment. In fact, his tackle was the virile source of his unquestionable masculinity.

He seemed even bigger than he had been all those years ago. His manhood was especially stiff, with a nicely cut shaft that stood proud from the mass of curly fuzz that filled his groin. As she could affirm, his prick boasted an almost purple mushroom head, and the whole thing bobbed at her as if saying hello. Emma yearned to have it slip deep inside her once again.

"You've matured nicely, Miss high and mighty Watson."

The lighting in his suite was low, and her flesh looked creamy and pale. Her hair hung in loose, honey-toned waves, tousled by their tumble. He looked at her nakedness without judgment. Her breasts were of a medium size, naturally firm and pliant, with nipples hard and rosy. Between her legs, her bush was neatly trimmed--a soft triangle of mousy brown curls, framing the moistened pink folds beneath.

"I'll let you do the honours," he said smugly as he sat down and held his huge thing up in his fist.

Emma huffed and fluffed up her tousled hair and sat down in his lap. She rubbed her rosy rump as she guided him to her welcoming cunt. They looked each other in the eye as she popped only his swollen glans inside her, followed by half of his yummy length. It was easier now to accommodate him, having already had him plunder her hot box, and the lusty celeb began to ride him, very slowly lifting herself, and pushing down until his balls nestled in her bum crack.

"Can you get a move on, for fuck sake?"

"You bastard! I'll show you."

Emma shifted a tad, and before long, she was going up and down like the clappers, driving that huge hose deeper and deeper into her yielding muff. It was fantastic, really great; Chip's cock was truly out of this world, and she felt proud that she could get his full length all the way up into her pussy.

"Donkey ride! Donkey ride!" she blurted as she shook and quivered.

He reached up with both his hands and started to play with her jiggling breasts. He had a gleam in his eye as he started to jerk his hips up to really force that fat log even deeper into her soaked twat. Emma screamed and yelped till the window in the room rattled!

"Oh, this is no good. Lie down."

He rudely pushed her off his lap and made her recline horizontally along the sofa. He joined her, pushing her legs apart even more, and getting no resistance from the wanton bitch. He licked up her warm left thigh, and she closed her eyes and enjoyed the pleasure he was making her feel. He repeated this with her right thigh, and his mouth travelled up to her pussy. He kissed her clit as he worked his fingers inside her vulva.

"Oh, Chippie!"

Emma's feet rested on his shoulders as he found a rhythm. His face pushed hard into her snatch as he used his tongue to tease her sensitive button. She let out breathy moans as he brought her closer to orgasm. The radiant beauty opened her eyes and looked down at him between her splayed legs. Was there ever a better thing to see than a gorgeous man licking her out enthusiastically?

"Chip! I'm going to cum."

"Not yet."

"Chip! Please don't stop!"

"Bad witch!"

Emma shrieked as the bastard spanked her muff a dozen times. The crazed filly was screaming at this point, as her pussy puffed and dripped profusely.

"Fuck!" she yelled as she thrashed wildly.

"I'll decide when you cum."

He roughly dragged her to her feet and pulled her by her arms to the bedroom.

Again, she was tossed onto the big bed, and she managed to roll onto her back.

"Good."

Chip got into position and plunged inside of her again, her heated cunt eagerly accepting his hot rod. She wrapped her legs around him and timidly asked for his permission.

"This alright?"

She looked up at him with wide eyes.

He looked down on her with a wicked intent.

His lips crashed into her bosom, smacking his lips on her perky tits. Her arms came up around his back, and her hands ran up and down his spine. He smothered her left boob with a wide-open mouth as she panted beneath him. Each of his thrusts was punctuated by his persistent battle cries.

"Take it, take it, take it."

"Ch...Chip! Don't stop, keep going."

Emma clenched her cunt around his prick, and then she gushed. Gushed a pulsing spray of cum that soaked his driving shaft.

"K...k...keep...going...you...beast!"

And Chip didn't stop. Didn't even slow up his deep strokes. He fucked her. Fucked her hard and true.

"Chip. Cum inside me,"

"Ask me nicely, witch."

Emma's face softened.

"I want you to cum inside me, please. Make your mark. Fill me up."

"Take it, then."

Chip ceased moving and let his dick spit inside the grateful celebrity. His stuff felt hot and sticky. Emma's cunt milked him in her desperation for a cream pie. He stayed buried in her, making sure she took every drop. His cock pumped her full until his goo dripped out around his root. Emma let her legs go limp as she trembled under him. Her thighs and bum cleft were soaked.

"You're mine now, witch."

She didn't need to say yes, because her sweat-soaked body and gaping muff were a testament to the fact. Eventually, he pulled out, and one final stream of cum left her and pooled on the sheets. Chip collapsed beside her and closed his eyes. His limp prick still looked long and worthy of any woman who wanted him.

Emma looked up at the ceiling and grinned. She sighed contentedly, and she too drifted off.

x

The morning light crept into the suite, spilling through the curtains in golden rays.

Chip began to stir, and as his eyes adjusted to the light, he realized that the saucy mare was riding his morning wood like a good 'un. Emma rose and fell on his lap, moving her hips diligently as she enjoyed his cock plumbing her depths.

"Just one more time, babes. One more fuck. I love your cock to bits!"

He remained on his back, and as his cock hardened to full erection, he found that his wrists were bound to the headboard by two scrunched bath towels. She peered down on him and watched his chest expand as she fucked him fast. His weathered skin had a hue in the sunlight, as she sank all the way, reclaiming every throbbing inch of him until she was filled. Her cunt was still tender from the previous night, but she just had to have him again.

"You're still fucking tight."

Emma's mouth fell open in a loud groan as his hands slid over her hips.

You're just so big, and you know it. Smug git!"

"You love this cock, don't you?"

"Yes. I love this cock. I love how it fucks me up."

She rode him harder now, and her pert tits bounced in his face with every one of her grinds. Her bum slammed onto him as she neared her end. Emma came. Her back arched, and another squirt of female cum soaked his cock and upper thighs.

"Lovely stuff!"

Emma slowed up and then stopped, rolling off and cupping her glowing muff. Before Chip had woken up, she had found her discarded top and skirt, and now she proceeded to get dressed. Chip spread his hands and gasped. His towering cock twitched on his belly, fully primed for take off like Artemis Two.

"Hold on. Aren't you forgetting something?"

Emma pulled her top on and looked at Chip's cock, which had bulging veins and a glans that was an angry-looking scarlet.

"Aw, poor lamb. Tell me who's the bad one now?"

Emma came closer and leaned over the bed to run her index finger up the quivering underside of his fat cock. Chip shuddered, and she loved it.

"I'm really close. If you just jerked me off."

Emma cocked her head as she just barely grazed the red-hot prick.

"Can't, can't, can't do it."

Chip's bell end dribbled a couple of white blobs as he strained up, but to no avail.

"Must dash. It's been a thrill to meet up again. See you!"

Emma left the suite without looking back, and Chip managed to tear his left hand away after a struggle. He tried to wank his engorged dick, but he was already past the point of a satisfactory ejaculation.

"She really is a witch! Fuck!"