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Emma Watson: Best Friend, Best ActressIt’s hard to think about how much time has passed. I remember, I was about 6 years old in Oxfordshire and a divorced family moved next to me. Their oldest daughter Emma and I bonded instantly and we were practically inseparable despite going to different schools. A few years later we were still really close, we would always be exchanging books and playing hockey. Naturally, being around 10 I got really into Harry Potter, thinking the character was just like me. I remember I was trying to convince Emma to read it and she was reluctant at first thinking magic and fantasy wasn’t really her thing, but she changed her mind.A year or so later, there were people in our area casting for the roles in the Harry Potter movies. I was definitely more excited than Emma was, but since her school friends were auditioning as well as myself she tried out as well. I kept thinking about how cool it would be if we both got the part. In retrospect I feel really stupid for thinking I had a better chance than Emma for getting in the movie. However, it was so exciting, albeit weird seeing my friend play a character so unlike her, well minus the smart part. I think I was more jealous she got to talk to JK Rowling than anything. The movies were obviously a huge success, and I was so impressed with what a good job Emma did. Unfortunately, as time passed she became occupied with a celebrity status and all the things she had to do. We still kept in touch and try to find times to catch up, talking about life, relationships and such. I’d try my best to make my life sound more interesting than it actually was.For the past year and a bit, things have been a bit chaotic for us, so we’ve been pretty out of touch, relying on chatting online and the occasional skype. I finished up a degree and was looking for a school to do my masters, and a lot of the schools with relevant research were in the US so I took some time off to visit a few schools. I wasn’t really planning on visiting Brown, but Emma convinced me to visit for a while. She offered to meet me at the gate when I landed, but I always felt awkward meeting her in public because people would always swarm her when we’re in the middle of a conversation. We agreed upon her meeting me at the terminal in the car. We were driving to her place making small talk, but my mind was a bit frazzled. As she got older I like the rest of the world noticed how attractive she was, and I have guiltily wanked to some of her pictures, but I really felt an attraction. I kept telling myself it was the jet lag throwing me off. We got to her place and settled in. She gave me a tour of her place. I part of expected something really lavish but it was pretty understated, still more than I could probably afford though. I cracked a joke about how normal her place is and commented about I think my laptop is worth more than hers. She put something on TV, I honestly can’t remember what because the jet lag really started bugging me. I fell asleep on her lap.I woke up in a bed. I was still kind of groggy and pretty confused about how I ended up there. I figured Emma might have walked me to bed while I was half-asleep. A couple things went through my mind though, the first was that Emma did not skimp on bedding. This was easily the most comfortable thing I’ve ever slept on. The other thing was that my khakis were missing as was my shirt, watch and socks. I still had boxers and an undershirt on though. I looked around and saw my shirt and pants folded on the foot of the bed and my watch was on the night table. I looked at the time, I was out for about 18 hours. There was also a note next my watch. “Hey Jacob, I had to go to class. Should be back around 3. Make yourself at home. Computer password is ‘bubbleanddomino’ Call me if you need anything. Emma.” It was around noon so I have some time to kill. I was absolutely starving, so I went to the kitchen to make some breakfast. There was barely anything I could cook. I know Emma always says she can’t cook but I thought it was an exaggeration. She was well stocked with nutella so I made a few slices of toasts with nutella.I completely forgot to let my parents know I got here safe. I managed to find Emma’s laptop, I sent my folks an email as well as check my inbox and various sites. Her computer is really slow. I know she said she’s not big on spending, but there’s no way this is normal. I checked her computer for spyware and viruses and a few unexpected results came up. The viruses were pretty standard, but what they were labeled as caught me off guard. A lot of it involved sites and files that had the effect of “EMMAWATSONXXX.” I had quite a laugh to myself, but as I thought about it, I figured she wanted to make sure there isn’t anything defaming of her online. I cleared out a bunch of the garbage on her computer and that solved most of her problems. I got bored and creeped her files. There was a lot of pictures of us together, her other friends, family, cats. There was also a collection of her modeling pictures. It was mostly outtakes and gag pictures. A few of them, especially from the shoots where she had very little clothing on, there were nipple slips and one shot where you could just make out her pussy. They were pretty hot, I wished I had a thumb drive with me to grab a couple. I would email them, but for Emma’s sake, I’d be fearful if they got intercepted online. I soon found her porn folder. There was a lot of gay porn on it, and some video clips, there was also a lot of bondage pictures. It was mostly light bondage, women tied up while men fucked them. There wasn’t anything really pain related, but the theme generally seemed to be forced sex. I also found a collection of stories. I skimmed through a few of them, they were all stories about Emma getting ****d.I was getting a fair bit turned on, mostly because it was porn, but I looked at the time and Emma was going to be back in about 30 minutes and I was still in my boxers and undershirt. I hopped in the shower, which felt strange because it was a fancy shower that shoots water multiple areas. I got out and dried up and came out with a towel wrapped around my waist. Out of instinct I pulled open a drawer to grab a pair of boxers and saw a collection of surprisingly sexy panties and remembered this isn’t my place. I looked around but I couldn’t find my luggage in her room. I thought I may have left it at the door. I got to the door and it wasn’t there, I was worried that I left it in the airport. I frantically searched casino siteleri through the flat for my luggage. Suddenly the front door opens and I see Emma trying to drag my suitcase in. Relieved I ran up to help her out.“Thank you, I noticed you left your bag in my car and figured you’d need it.” Emma said jokingly looking at my situation.“Thanks for bringing it up, I couldn’t remember what I did with it and thought I might have left it at the airport.” Emma laughed and replied back:“Hah, you haven’t been in the US long, they won’t let you leave your bags behind”I laughed back, as I grabbed my bag and walked back to Emma’s room so I could get dressed. I think the towel got caught on the bag or something, but it fell off giving Emma an eye full of my ass. Emma began to laugh as my face went red.“I’m sorry!” I said quickly. I tried to grab the towel and put it on again while Emma did a fake covering eyes pose. It was pretty cute look actually but I was a bit too mortified to really notice. I finally got the towel on and started to pick up my bag.“Wait, you realize if you carry that bag on your own, the same thing is going to happen again. Let me carry it for you.” Emma offered.“You already brought it up for me, you don’t have to.” I replied. I felt really bad making her carry my stuff.“At least let me help you carry it. The alternative is going to be you losing your towel and showing me your cock again.” I agreed and we each grabbed an end of it. As we walked I was a bit bothered by what she said.“What did you mean by showing my cock again? I wasn’t facing you the first time.” I asked curiously.We got to the bedroom when I finished asking. We dropped the bag off and as Emma was leaving the room she turned back.“I know, but it didn’t mean that I didn’t take a peak before you got your towel on.” Emma said followed with a wink.I got dressed and Emma had made her self comfortable on the sofa. I sat next to her and we started talking about her day. She kept things pretty general and turned the subject to me. She mentioned how I was really out of it last night.“You didn’t have to put me in your room you know. I would have been fine on the sofa.”“Nonsense, the bed was big enough for both of us, and besides, you really needed the sleep.”“Well thank you, hopefully I didn’t snore or anything.” I joked.“No, you were fine… the only thing was you drooled on me a bit when you fell asleep on lap.”“Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” I started to turn a bit red again.“It’s fine. Better on me than the sofa. It was pretty funny though. I thought it was just a little, but when I finally got you up to go to bed it looked like I pissed myself”“It would have been pretty bad for my head if you did piss yourself.” I joked back.“Oh please, you’d probably get off on that.” We were both laughing really hard. As things died down a bit, I got a bit more serious.“Seriously though, let me pay to get your jeans washed or something.”“Jacob, it’s fine, honest! Oh, just by the way, you’d also have to get my panties washed too if I took you up on that.”“Huh?” I was puzzled. Emma gave me a subtle nod and it clicked. “I seriously drooled that much.”“yup!” Emma chuckled back. There was a comfortable silence for a little while. And we started making our usual random conversation.We started to talk about the city and things to do around here. Neither of us really liked to go clubbing, although I was hoping to hook up with a girl while I was here. Emma told me about this really good underground lounge. She was vague on the details, but I knew she has pretty good tastes. I went to get changed again to go out. I wasn’t quite sure how to go because I wasn’t sure how formal or casual the place was and Emma didn’t seem too sure herself. I wore a sports coat with jeans, I figured it was the safest choice. I came out and Emma told me it was fine and complimented the look. While I was waiting for Emma to get ready I flipped through my wallet hoping I had enough cash. I know she could probably buy the place we’re going to without hesitation, I feel bad putting her out like that. She came out looking very chic in a lilac trench coat that was buttoned up with black stockings and knee high boots. I was a little worried about what I was wearing because I couldn’t see what Emma had under the coat. She called Nigel, her driver to come pick us up. It seemed odd having a chauffeur but Emma told me that he’s such a nice guy.As we were being driven around town, Emma pointed out different places and landmarks. It was just after sunset so I couldn’t get a a great view of certain things. We arrived at the place, at least I think we did. It was a costume shop. I asked Emma and she giggled and said the entrance is in the back as if I was completely naïve. I looked around and the area didn’t seem like a night spot, but I don’t know how these things work. The door led to a staircase going down. The stairway led to another door greeted by a bouncer who let us in without saying anything. Emma was beaming with excitement but I was completely underwhelmed. It was as if we were looking at two different things. It looked like sketchy home bar someone had in their basement. There was a couple of dirty sofas and a table with two plastic chairs. It was all pretty cramped too. It had the size of a waiting room at a doctor. Emma quickly sat at the table going on about how great this place is. There was a guy at the bar looking at us and it was obvious he could hear every word we could say. A part of me was terrified this might be some sort of crack house and she’s meeting a dealer. In my quietest voice I raised my concerns about the place but Emma didn’t care.“Are you sure about this place? It looks like a place people get d**gs from.” I whispered.“Well yeah, it’s a faux dive. It’s supposed to be like that silly. It’s super exclusive to keep actual creeps from coming.” I wasn’t entirely convinced, but it seems best to follow her lead and if I seem fine with it, I could probably convince her to leave early and blame the jet lag. The bartender walked over to us and Emma asked for the usual. That might explain why she’s comfortable here. We made some conversation, I still don’t see the appeal of the place but figured I should just make the most of it. Somehow, Emma got the topic onto sex. She started asking me a ton of questions. Last time I had sex, wildest time, random kinks and fetishes. I threw those questions back at her and she was pretty open about everything with the exception of fetishes. She got pretty flustered. kaçak casino Had I not seen her porn collection I wouldn’t have suspected anything, but it felt like she was trying to avoid telling the truth. The most I got her to say is that she liked roleplaying.The bartender came back with two glasses of champagne. I saw the label and was really surprised at how high end it was. Emma laughed and toasted “To things not always being as they seem!” To that we drank, and drank some more. We were loosening up, Emma especially. She was getting a fair bit flirty rubbing my leg with her foot while continuing to talk about sex. I was really starting to feel the buzz. I tried keeping up with the conversation but the alcohol was really getting to me. It felt like the room was spinning, so I told Emma I wasn’t feeling well and she told me she might be feeling the same way. Suddenly everything went black.I woke up on the ground and I could barely open my eyes. Something isn’t right. My clothes are gone, again, only this time I’m completely naked. I look around and get really scared. This isn’t Emma’s flat! The room isn’t well lit with light coming from a window. I walk towards it but it doesn’t face outside; it’s another room. It looks like a dungeon There are shackles hanging from the ceiling, some kind of sex swing, an a massive arsenal of sex toys. There’s some sort of saddle being straddled by a person. Oh my God, it’s Emma, her mouth is gagged and all she has on are her boots and stockings. Her bare crotch is right against that thing with her arms bounded behind her back. How did this happen? I try to think back, and the last thing I remembered was us talking at that lounge thing. I can’t believe I let this happen to her! I should have never let us stay at that place.It looks like she’s starting to wake up. I can see her trying to scream through the gag. It looks like she’s staring right at me but she’s not noticing me. I pound on the glass to get her attention but she doesn’t appear to notice it. It must be one of those one way mirrors. Emma starts looking to her left in fear. I see a shadow starting to walk in Emma’s area and I hide below the glass peaking my head up. There’s a high pitch screech from above and I start to hear sobs followed by a man talking.“So, you’re supposed to be the famous Miss Emma Watson… I’d thought you’d be taller.” The man stated. He was walking circles around Emma. He was entirely naked except for a mask. Oh God, he’s going to **** her. “You’re a smart woman, and I think you know what is going to happen right?” Emma nodded in response, tears were flowing down her eyes.“Hopefully, you’re smart enough to know that you have no control over what happens. Now, you are a pretty young thing.” He said as his fingers ran along her face.“And I’d hate to ruin your prettiness because you decided to do something stupid like resist… But you know what’s going to happen if you do right?” He asked again, with Emma nodding in cooperation.“Good girl.” He gave Emma spank on her ass. He started to undo the gag in her mouth. Emma coughed as the gag came out of her mouth gasping for air.“I like to think of myself as a fair man, a giving man even. You can probably tell you’re strapped to a sybian right now. And the gentleman over there controls it.” He pointed towards the window, I look around me but I don’t see another person. He must be on the other side of the wall.There’s a low pitch vibration and Emma lets out a gasp. The man suddenly stuffed is cock down her mouth. The vibration is getting louder and Emma is face fucked by that guy. I can’t believe Emma is getting ****d, and yet, I can’t seem to bring myself to look away. I look down and sporting a full erection as well. What’s wrong with me? How can I be getting turned on by my best friend getting forcibly face fucked? The guy eventually pulled out and started cumming on Emma’s face.“That wasn’t so bad is it?” He asked rhetorically. The vibration noise stopped and the man started to unstrap Emma from the sybian.“Remember what I said, if you try and fight you’ll pay for it… and I’m betting he’ll be a lot rougher than I was.” He said, again pointing in my direction. There must be some guy over there. He finished unstrapping Emma And dragged her up and took her towards some shackles and a bar. Emma got handcuffed, being forced to bend over the bar with her ass facing me. The man walked away for a moment and came back with a tripod that has a camera on it. He angled it so it pointed at her face. He got behind her trying to get ready to fuck her, but he couldn’t get it up. He was still flaccid from the blowjob. As relieved as I was for Emma’s sake, a part of me wanted to see her get fucked. My cock was still rock hard, and my hand keeps sliding down there rubbing myself. “I guess we’ll have to put off the rest of the festivities until later.”“Please, just let me go. I’ve done what you want!” Emma pleaded.“What did I say about resisting!” The man shouted back. He spanked her ass really hard and walked over to a collection of dildos and grabbed a massive black dildo. He brought it over to Emma’s face and forced it in her mouth. She could barely fit the first quarter in her mouth without gagging. He pushed it down further then pulled it out. Emma was coughing and gagging in agony.“I warned you… so be a good bitch and put the entire thing down your mouth!” he commanded.“I can’t! I tried but it can’t go any further! Please!” Emma cried. I was expecting him to snap at her but he seemed really calm.“Alright, if you can’t fit it in your mouth, you can’t fit it in your mouth. It just means the rest of it isn’t going to be very lubricated.” He said in a perfectly calm voice as he brought the dildo towards her asshole. In a smooth motion he slid the first couple inches in her, and he forced the rest of it up her ass while she screamed in pain. “We’ll be back to continue soon.” He stated as we started to walk away. The entire time I’ve been stroking my cock to this. My guilt is being overpowered by arousal. Emma laid there quietly moaning, completely helpless. I started to worry about my own fate as time passed. It dawned on me that I haven’t had a chance to look for a way out yet. I got completely preoccupied by seeing Emma. It’s pretty dark here, but the light from Emma’s room is illuminating enough for me to see what’s around me. I spot the door but it’s locked. Optimistically, I look for a spare key or at least something to pick the lock. The room I’m in is fairly empty with a canlı casino speaker overhead and a small dresser. I start pulling out all the drawers. Most of them are empty except for one. It had a mask in it, it looked like the same mask that man was wearing. Is this his office or something? I tossed the mask aside kept looking, rechecking everything with the hopes of a spare key. I look back at the window and I see the dildo still in Emma’s ass. There’s also some glistening. I try focus on it, and it looks like wetness dripping from her pussy. She was turned by this! My mind started imagining Emma getting fucked in that position knowing she’s enjoying every minute of it. I look over at the mask and fantasize that it was me in control, being able to do that without her knowing it was me. My horniness got the best of me and I started wanking to the idea. I started really getting into it and decided to put the mask on complete the fantasy. I turn the mask over and there’s something taped to it. It’s a key. I take it out and ran to the door and it opened to Emma’s room!“I’ll behave, I’ll do whatever you want to me okay. Just please don’t kill me!” Emma begged.I was about to tell Emma that it’s me and we can try and escape, but my fantasy popped back in my head. I have the exact same mask, I could fuck her and come back later and say I escaped. If most of my blood wasn’t already keeping my cock hard, I would have probably talked myself out of it but I went back and put on the mask. I’m probably going to hell for this but I don’t care. The mask was more like those winter hats that cover the face except my mouth was exposed as well. I walked up to Emma, she was silent, obedient, mine. I ran my hands along her back towards her ass and pulled the dildo out. It left a gaping hole in her. She started to thank me. I was about to respond, but realized she would recognize my voice. For some reason, my instinct was to use Christian Bale’s Batman voice.“We’re not done yet.” I said, feeling like an idiot. I walked around to face her and lifted her chin up and started kissing her. She started kissing back right away, she really was defeated. I pulled out of the kiss.“I want you to beg for my cock in you Emma!”“Oh God, I want you to fuck me so hard! My pussy is just throbbing for you. I’m your fuck slut for you to use!” Emma moaned. I was impressed at how convincing it sounded. The tip of my cock moved towards Emma’s ass. It pressed against her lips and she started to moan. She was moving her hips around a bit actually trying to get my cock in her. I started to slide my cock in and out little by little. I then grabbed her hair pulling her head back as I thrust in hard.“Oh fuck!” Emma screamed with a tone of pleasure. I starting fucking her hard, making her feel every penetration, pounding her as hard as I can. My hands grab each of her breasts, pinching her nipples at every thrust.“Oh God! I’m gonna cum!” Emma yelled as she started to climax. I felt her pussy tighten up against my cock. I kept my same pace but that tightness pushed me over the edge as I feel load after load of cum shoot out of me. I pulled out of her pussy and brought my dick up to her mouth, making her lick it clean. She did an incredible job. Her tongue swirled about, finding every sensitive spot on me. She even started to wrap her lips tightly around me and do some light sucking, making me have a second orgasm.The horniness began to wore off and I instantly regretted my actions. I ran back to the door freaking out. I sat in a corner trying to comprehend how I could do that do Emma. I tried to rationalize it by convincing myself that she enjoyed it. I came back to Emma’s room a while later. She heard the door open.“Back to fuck me some more?” Emma said in a sultry voice. The way she said that was such a turn on, but I have suck it up for Emma’s sake. I go back to my real voice.“Emma, is that you?”“Ja-Jacob”“What happened? Are you hurt?” I asked, as I ran to her trying to untie her.“I don’t know what happened, I’m really scared.” Emma sobbed as she hugged me tight, both of us naked. I could the wetness from her pussy against my cock. “It’ll be okay. We’ll figure out a way out of here.” I try to reassure her. All of a sudden a door opens and the masked man enters with a gun. I feel a sharp sting in my chest and things start to go dark.I wake up with my head completely pounding. I see daylight, and I have clothes on again. I’m in a bed, it feels like Emma’s bed. The memories start flooding back and I start to have a panic attack. Is she safe, does she know what I did? Oh God, if they do a **** check, it’d be my cum inside her! I’m fucked. She’ll think the entire thing was me. I hesitantly call out to see if anyone is here. Emma responds back casually. My heart is completely pounding as I walk to kitchen where she was toasting some bread.“Do you want some Nutella on toast? Best way to cure a hangover… who am I k**ding, Nutella cures everything.” She said jokingly. “Umm, okay. Umm, what… happened last night?” I forced myself to say.“I don’t really know… we were drinking and that’s all I remember. We must have gotten pretty hammered.” She said trying to piece the night together. I’m completely dumbstruck. Does she actually not remember getting ****d? Did it even happen… what if it was a super vivid dream?“The only thing I do remember was that you were having a good time, and I’m pretty sure I did too.” We started eating breakfast as she started talking about convincing me to go to Brown. I kept looking in her eyes, expecting some shred of what happened to be evident, but there really wasn’t. Midway, Emma freaked out a bit.“Fuck, I think I left my phone at the lounge. Mind if we swing by there to find it?” Emma asked.“Yeah sure, it help piece together the night, like the Hangover.” I joked.“I wouldn’t mind finding a tiger… hopefully a baby tiger I can cuddle with.” Emma replied.We were driving back to the lounge. I started to accept that what happened was just a dream, I mean, it really didn’t make any sense. Emma parked in the back and we both entered. There wasn’t a bouncer and the lounge was completely empty. I searched the sofas and around the table but it wasn’t there.“Do you want to try the other room while I check the ladies room?” Emma asked, her tone was a touch authoritative. I opened the door and the room was pitch black. I go in feeling the walls for a light switch. I find a switch just as the door shut. The light was bright, blinding me momentarily. Once my eyes adjusted, I see the room Emma was held captive in. Oh fuck! It wasn’t a dream! I feel like I’m about to throw up when I look across from where I found Emma. She was never staring at a mirror, it was just a window… Emma, you’re one hell of an actress.

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