Nudging open the door to lounge number five, Emma was met by a cacophony of sounds, and a balmy ocean of sweaty, naked flesh that chopped and writhed across the expanse of the room. If the Marvel room was a regular fixture of her annual get togethers, then this one was an absolute mainstay. The Game of Thrones
Room. Or the Sunset Kingdom, as she liked to refer to it; an exotic realm that was every bit as wondrous and fantastical as the dominion itself. The activities taking place within its famous walls had to be seen to be believed, and hushed rumours of unspeakable acts had been swapped back and forth by curious partygoers ever since the event’s inception.
Emma crossed the threshold and made a beeline for Emilia Clarke
, as the gorgeous brunette was fucked from both sides on the carpeted floor. But that was merely the tip of the iceberg, and if the vast array of sexual activities taking place within the room were anything to go by, then its legendary status was more than justified.
Sprawled out snugly across a nearby couch, Sophie Turner
was enjoying the oral talents of a dark-skinned stud that was slotted between her thighs. Knelt beside the ravishing redhead was Maisie Williams
, her on-screen sister, who was adding to the blissful sensations with a hand around her throat. The pair had romped together on numerous occasions, both with others and on their own, and the brunette knew just how much pressure to apply to whip her best friend into a frenzy.
Next to Maisie was Nathalie Emmanuel
. Perched carefully on the edge of the couch, the half-black beauty was flanked on either side by a pair of light-skinned hunks, the tightly-curled ringlets of her kinky dark hair swishing across her face as she switched back and forth from one white cock to the other.
Admission to the GoT
room was not given lightly, and any man summoned considered himself incredibly fortunate to be ushered into the inner sanctum. But of the six invited, the man on the adjacent sofa was undoubtedly the luckiest of all. Closely surrounded by a trio of gorgeous women, the hired stud was in the midst of a threeway blowjob, the likes of which he rarely received, even in his line of work.
Between his thighs was Hannah Murray
, a pretty blonde who was tending to his large pair of testicles, suckling each one in turn and coating them in sticky saliva. Knelt on either side of him were Natalie Dormer
and Lena Headey
, both women taking turns to swallow his ten inch cock.
Lena, to his right, had been the series’ resident MILF and sucked dick like only the most seasoned women could, putting 30 years worth of skill and experience into every pass she took. She sucked smoothly, steadily; lips sinking deeper as she bobbed her head. He could feel the spit swirling around her mouth, trapped inside by the tightness of her lips.
“Yeah, that’s it, Lee,” Natalie encouraged, admiring her girlfriend’s handiwork. “Suck that dick, love.”
Lena’s lips puckered as she took him deeper, sliding down the shaft until there was nowhere left to go.
“Owh, FUCK!” the young man cussed, tilting his head back in delight as she kissed his stripwaxed groin.
His rod was basted, drenched in saliva from bottom to top, and his leaking tip pressed against her throat. Lena held him there for as long as she was able, nose pressed against his pelvis. Coughing and spluttering around the width of his wang, her lips finally loosened and the spit came slopping out, leaving a sloppy, wet puddle where his pubes should have been. Her gag reflex defeated her and her lips made a hasty retreat, sliding up past the swell of his crown.
Spit dripped down his dong and Natalie was on it in an instant, picking up where her friend left off. Her style was different; more feisty and aggressive, and she attacked the escort’s rod with ruthless tenacity, unperturbed by his enormous size. Spit bubbles started to form at the base of his schlong, and the filthy, wet blowjob sounds grew louder by the second. Her approach may have differed but the outcome was the same, and in just a few short minutes, the hired stud was shaking where he sat as a second set of lips puckered at his hairless groin.
“Phwoar! Fockin’ ‘ell, Nat!” Lena exclaimed. “Leave some for the rest of us!”
Natalie laughed. Or at least that’s what it sounded like. The escort’s cock was wedged so far down her throat that responses were hard to discern. Drops of spit seeped from between her lips as she held him there, trickling down the ballsack that her fellow blonde was so heartily sucking upon. A harsh gag from deep down her throat and Natalie retracted, pulling back to the ridge of his crown. Hannah followed, spitting out a swollen testicle and licking along the length of his shaft, cleaning up the drool left behind by her former co-star.
The head popped from Natalie’s lips and the two gorgeous blondes lapped at the wide open tip. Lena joined them and the escort groaned as a trio of tongues swiped and swished across his bellend, licking up all the precum and spit. Lips pushed in close and soon all three women were making out with one another, with the escort’s rod in the heart of the action.
“My turn, girls,” Hannah declared, splitting from the threeway kiss.
Lena and Natalie hopped down from the couch and Hannah replaced them, going straight for the hired cock. With a third woman came another unique blowjob style, one that was every bit as impressive as the first and second. She may not have been as experienced as Lena or as tenacious as Natalie, but what the cute blonde did possess was a truly exceptional tongue; one of the best he’d come across in all his years on the job. She started by swirling it around the head, slowly and tortuously, driving the escort wild. Then she took it between her lips, tongue lapping at the underbelly as she guided him inside.
And while Hannah was giving him her full repertoire, her two friends were settling on the thick shag carpet, turning their attention to a different part of the escort’s anatomy.
“Legs up, hun,” Lena instructed, pushing back on the young man’s thighs. “Nat wants to lick your arse.”
“Pfft! Like you don’t!” Natalie returned, and the two of them shared a giggle.
He lifted his legs, sticking out an ass that had been waxed smooth for the occasion. Lena went first and stuck out her tongue, licking slowly across his sphincter before pushing inside.
“Yes, Lee!” said Natalie, clawing at the escort’s thighs. “Tongue that arsehole, love! Get in there nice and deep!”
Lena’s head bobbed gently as she fucked him with her tongue, puckering her juicy pink lips and kissing his rim each time. The extra stimulation had his dick throbbing harder than ever, and Hannah could feel the arousal pulsing through his veins as she sucked him.
Lena emerged from between his cheeks and her friend took over, firing a thick glob of spit at the escort’s asshole and shoving her face in his crack. Attacking him with her usual zeal, Natalie’s tongue probed deep into his rectum, nearly touching the young man’s g-spot. Her tongue was long and stiff, jabbing up his backside and sinking a little deeper each time.
In the meantime, Hannah had followed in her two friends’ footsteps, taking his dick to the base with the kind of effortless ease that the escort had come to expect. But she didn’t stop there and as her lips stretched around the width of his rod, Hannah poked out that incredible tongue of hers and started licking his swollen balls.
“Oh, you filthy cow!” Natalie exclaimed, sliding her tongue out through the escort's asshole.
Hannah smirked, prying the cock from her throat.
“Says you with your tongue up his arse!” she quipped, gasping a little as she came up for air.
“You ready to com yet, love?” Lena asked, stroking his muscled thigh. “I want a big, thick load on me face!”
“Uh uh,” said Natalie, wagging a manicured finger. “Not yet, darlin’. Not until you’ve fucked my mouth.” She cupped his scrotum, giving it a hearty squeeze. “You’re not emptying these balls ‘til you’ve bounced ‘em off my chin. Got that?”
The escort nodded, accompanying it with a nervous gulp.
“Good,” the actress grinned. “Up you come then, love. Stick that cock down my throat!”
She gaped her lips and the escort stood, filling her mouth with his girth. He gripped two handfuls of hair and bucked his powerful hips, plowing through her oral cavity until he reached the back of her throat. Her lips touched his groin and he held the blonde in place, listening to her gurgle on his big, throbbing beast. Then the thrusting resumed and he used her face like a fleshlight, testes rebounding off her chin, just as she’d requested. A few more thrusts and he pushed her aside, leaving her coughing and gasping in his wake as he moved onto Blonde #2.
Gathering her hair in his knuckles, he slotted his cock between Hannah’s soft pink lips and promptly started thrusting, not stopping until her eyes turned red and mascara was dripping from beneath them. * UK * UK * UK * UK * UK * came the sounds as her throat was impaled, each and every pass taking him right to his oversized balls. He hammered away until he could no longer, the tightness and warmth of her mushy, wet mineshaft quickly getting the better of him. His balls were fit to burst, but he had one last face left to fuck before those giant gonads could finally be deflated. He gripped his rod and extracted it carefully, knowing full well that one false move could set it off in an instant.
Lena was up last and he steered his rod past her lips, thrusting into her face with a rampant fury that only impending eruption can bring. Thick ropes of spit started to drip down the brunette’s chin, adding a wetness to each thud as his balls slapped against them. Those big, churning nuts seemed heavier each time and she felt his dick growing fatter as he forced it down her throat. She knew what was coming next, and while her show was famed for its disappointing ending, the climax to this threeway blowjob was sure to be anything but.
“Owh, fuck me! I’m gonna fuckin’ blow!” he roared in predictable fashion, prying his rod from down her throat and jerking it furiously.
“Mmm, yes! Come on,” Lena purred, fondling his swollen nutsack. “Drain these big fockin’ bollocks for me! All over me fockin’ face!”
The ladies squeezed in tight, jostling for position as he pulled himself off. Three sets of eyes stared up at him, silently pleading for the reward they’d so diligently earned. His cock spasmed and exploded in his hand, unleashing a creamy deluge that struck the MILF in front of him, streaking her gorgeous face. He turned to the right and fired again, hitting Hannah in the cheek and hair. Then to the left, where Natalie got the last of it; a thick, viscid stripe that stretched from her lip to her brow.
Then, before he had time to even catch his breath, he was gripped at the thigh and hauled down onto the sofa, quivering all over as Natalie climbed up after him and mounted his muscled form. Further along the couch was the blonde’s near namesake, Nathalie Emmanuel, who was getting the reverse Oreo treatment from a pair of ripped white studs. Straddling one in the reverse cowgirl position, the other was knelt before her at the edge of the sofa, both men balls deep in her beautiful half-black body.
Arms wrapped around her torso, the man below her was buried beneath a nest of curly dark hair as he pinned her body to his, ass bouncing off the couch cushions as he drilled up into her colon. While the man in front had a hold of her ankles, spreading them wide as he drove into her pussy with everything he had.
But Nathalie was well-versed in the art of double penetration and took each thrust with aplomb, groaning and grunting in an endless refrain. Each joint thrust hit harder than the last, sparking sensations that the mixed-race beauty hadn’t felt in forever and a day. Her body quaked as they plunged in deep, and her tight twin holes gave each large member an appreciative squeeze as they disappeared inside her.
“Oh, fahkin’ ‘ell!” she squealed, in an accent that was pure Sahfend-on-Sea. “Yes! Keep goin’, fellas! Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum!”
Her intentions were clear and the guys responded appropriately, kicking up to ramming speed in a fraction of a second. The man in front was hammering her g-spot, hitting it repeatedly until hot, molten fluids soaked his rod from the base to the crown.
“Ah, FUCK! I’m cummin’!” the actress screamed. “I’m cummin’ on your big, fat cocks!”
Her asshole squeezed harder around the man beneath her, testing his impressive endurance. But the boys didn’t stop, didn’t slow down, didn’t do much of anything expect rail the dark-skinned beauty like the five-star fuck machines they were. Soulful brown eyes rolled up into her skull and the men kept going until her body went limp, thrusts still synched as they finally started to slow.
The man in front pulled out of her pussy and took her by the hand, guiding her onto her knees.
“C’mere, darlin’,” the escort said, gripping his rod and wagging it in her face. “Clean this fockin’ dick.”
Nathalie stared at the cock in his hand, glistening with slick, sticky juices. She’d made one hell of a mess, but that pretty mouth of hers would take care of that. She lunged forward with wide, gaping lips, practically gobbling the whole thing up. Her lips touched base and she started sucking, slurping up her vaginal fluid. She smacked her lips around the helmet and turned to the left, where another was ready and waiting.
Smooshing her lips around the head, she tasted her asshole as they slid down deeper, not stopping until her gorgeous face was flush with the young man’s abs. Spit sloshed around in the confines of her mouth, and all it took was a few good sucks before the second fat cock was sparkling clean.
“Gimme that arse, love,” the first man instructed, sporting a wicked grin.
Nathalie did as directed, dropping to all fours and backing her ass up behind her. A thick pipe slapped down between her cheeks and she felt the spit-smeared head press up against her puckered sphincter. The slightest push and he prized it open, guiding his bellend inside.
Nathalie squealed as she felt him enter, the noise blocked by the raging boner still stuck in the depths of her throat. He started thrusting and quickened with haste, giving it to the part-black beauty exactly how she liked it. He spread her ass cheeks and pushed in deeper, invading her backside one thick inch at a time. Soon he was going balls deep, the muscles of his pelvic region sending ripples through her light brown buns.
A hand disappeared into that thick mass of curls and soon both men were thrusting into her in perfect unison, nearly touching tips at the actress’ core. Both of them were going full pelt, tearing through her various tunnels with little control or restraint. Big sets of balls swung back and forth, both in front and behind her, smacking against her clit and bouncing off her dribbling chin. Fingers dug into her supple round cheeks, prying them apart as the dick popped free from her anus.
“Phwoar! Look at that!” the man exclaimed, taking a moment to admire her pink insides.
But the man in front took no such pause and kept on pumping as her asshole gaped, seemingly intent on fucking the Essex accent straight out of her drooling mouth. Easing back inside, the man behind wrapped his arms around her taut, little midriff, taking the actress with him as he settled down onto the couch. The dick came free from her lips and stud number two got into position, aligning his big hooded bellend with her sticky, milk chocolate slit.
A tiny push and he was all up inside her, combining with his buddy to give the dark-skinned starlet a big double dose of dick. Hands from beneath gripped onto her thighs, spreading them apart as they held her between them, going to town on her beautiful body. Thick white dongs sunk into her from above and below, large pink helmets vanishing up her colon and jabbing at her cervix. Matching sets of gonads swung to and fro, cannoning of her taint like four fat, spunk-filled wrecking balls.
“YES!” Nathalie screamed, drawing the attentions of all in the room. “Oh, God, yes! Fuck me! Pound me with those fat fahkin’ cocks!”
The men were throbbing and swelling, fighting the sensations that had been building within them for what felt like an eternity. Nathalie felt their dicks expand, going at her ever harder as they succumbed to the bubbling in their oversized balls.
“You gonna cum, boys?” she asked, a taunting smile tickling her full set of lips.
Responding only with a pair of grunts, the men kept on railing, faces askew as fiery lust spread through their big, muscled forms.
“Cum then, fellas! Fill me up!” the actress squawked, grinning in delight as her tight, gripping holes milked the two men dry.
The guy in front was first to fall, sheathing himself to the hilt and flooding her womb with a tidal wave of boiling hot baby batter. Then came the man underneath and Nathalie felt his rod stiffen even further up her backside before he blasted her walls with spurts of gooey, thick splooge.
“Oh my God!” Nathalie purred, eyelids aflutter as the scolding fluid simmered away inside her. “You boys nearly made me burst!”
The two men grinned, exchanging nods of respect and recognition, congratulating one another on a job well done. And speaking of jobs well done, the man on the adjacent couch was on the receiving end of a two way blowjob that had been executed to perfection. Though given that the two women performing it were practically joined at the hip and shared a mental connection that was almost telepathic, it shouldn’t have come as a surprise.
To his left was Sophie Turner, her juicy pink lips wrapped snugly around his thick black shaft. Maisie Williams, the redhead’s onscreen sister, was knelt on the opposite side, providing her with the kind of hands on assistance that only a best friend can. Clasping tightly to her long red hair, the younger Stark held those formerly blonde locks like a length of rope as she pulled her up and down his dick. Spit spilled down the length of his pipe, pooling at the base as she kissed his groin repeatedly.
Sophie loved sharing dicks with Maisie more than anyone else on the planet. She’d twosed up cocks with all of her former co-stars, not to mention X-Men
colleagues Jennifer Lawrence and Jessica Chastain, but nobody divvied up dong quite like her BFF. While others had reputations as something of a cockhog (Jennifer especially), Maisie Williams was nothing of the sort, and actually seemed to enjoy watching Sophie suck dick more than she liked doing it herself.
“Yeah, suck that dick, Soph,” the actress grinned. “Get it nice and wet for my tight, little arsehole!”
Maisie pushed down on that pretty red head and pinned her face to his crotch, smirk growing wider as she gagged on the coal dark schlong. A tug on her locks and she was let up for air, leaving a thick, gooey mess to drip down the escort’s dick. Maisie’s lips pushed against her mate’s and they shared a nice, sloppy kiss. She gripped the escort’s rod, stroking it as their tongues intertwined.
“Ooh, yeah,” the brunette purred, retrieving her tongue from her best friend’s mouth. “Look at that. Nice and slippery.” Her hand slid along the black man’s pole, jerking from base to tip. “Right, I want it in my bum. Ready, big boy?”
The man nodded and she spun around onto her knees, sticking her butt out behind her. Rising to his feet, the escort got into position, dick aimed at its intended target. Sophie moved in close and gaped her lips apart, ready to suck his big black cock straight out her best mate’s ass. Tip touched sphincter and he guided it in, splitting it open with a delicate nudge.
“Mmm, yeah,” Maisie groaned, her pretty face glowing as he slid up inside her. “That’s what I wanted.”
Sophie watched as he started thrusting, admiring that tar black beast as it pushed into her girlfriend’s rectum.
“Wow, Maisie!” the actress gawked. “That big black dick looks so fucking good in your arse, babe. God, I’ve missed watching you get fucked!”
Maisie giggled. “I’ve missed getting
fucked!” An image of her boyfriend popped into her head, the first since her arrival at the Watson estate. “Properly, anyway.”
Sexual frustration had clearly taken its toll on both women over the lockdown period and the cancelation of last year’s party had been nothing short of devastating. Sure, there were women for whom being locked in a bedroom with a loving partner for months on end sounded like heaven on earth. The ones who’d had nothing but a vibrator for company, for example, would have killed to have a man by their side. Especially the kind of rich, young, handsome ones that these two had on their arms. But for two women accustomed to being fucked by the best, those lesser mortal loved ones of their’s simply weren’t cutting the mustard.
Restrictions had since been lifted, of course, and both had sought the services of many an experienced pro when their partner’s were out of town, even sending one another a well-hung gift or two on birthdays and special occasions. But with an ocean between them and a litany of travel regulations still standing in the way, both had been missing the third dimension of mind-blowing sex that their very best friend provided.
Strong black hands holding tight to her hips, the chiselled escort drove into Maisie’s rectum with powerful strokes, giving her ten thick inches as he bottomed out each time. Enjoying the sight of that dick disappearing, Sophie slid a hand beneath the brunette’s midriff and started strumming on her clit, adding her own personal touch to the vigorous sensations that enveloped her every inch.
“You gonna cum for me, Maisie?” the redhead asked, watching her body tremble as that huge black dick drilled through her anal passage.
“YES!” Maisie squealed in response. “Oh, God, yes! I’m gonna fucking cum!”
The thrusts came quicker and Sophie kept the pace, thrumming her girlfriend’s clit at the perfect tempo. She felt her shudder and a deafening scream launched forth from the bowels of her throat as a tumultuous orgasm shook her down to the core.
“Ooh, yeah,” Sophie grinned, looking down at her onscreen sibling as the last few tremors shot through her quivering frame. “There’s that sound. That’s what I wanted to hear.”
She turned back to the escort and eyed his long black rod, still half- submerged in her best friend’s bottom.
“Gimme it,” she demanded, licking her slobbery lips. “I want to taste that big black dick.”
The escort was happy to oblige and swiftly retracted from the brunette’s colon, presenting her friend with a huge, thick cock that was smeared in her rectal fluids. But Sophie made light work of that, taking it deep and slurping at the shaft until his dick was clean as a whistle. Sliding her lips back up to the head, she paid special attention to the hooded cover. Pushing her tongue underneath it, she tasted the pungent mixture of sweat and precum that lingered on the sensitive tip.
“Mmm! Fuck, I’ve missed these!” she shrieked excitedly, retrieving her writhing tongue and pulling at the skin with her lips.
“What? Black ones?” asked Maisie, settling on her knees beside her.
Sophie chuckled. “Foreskins!”
“Oh, yeah! I forgot you don’t have those over there.”
“Yeah,” Sophie replied, returning a playful pout. “But yeah, I’ve missed black ones too.”
The two of them looked at one another and shared a tittering laugh. “Well, I think it’s time we put this black one in that pretty little arse of yours,” said Maisie. “Don’t you?”
“You read my mind,” the redhead grinned, already assuming the position.
The position for her was good old fashioned missionary, her legs spread wide and ass thrust out to allow for backdoor admittance. The escort loomed large over her long, leggy frame, resting his knees against the edge of the sofa as the tip of his dick made contact with her anus. There was some initial resistance but she quickly took care of that. Reaching down and gripping her ass cheeks, she spread them as wide as they’d go, splitting open her tight little sphincter. The man took this as his cue, pushing gently forward and squeezing his large crown into a pink round slot that looked far too small to receive it.
“Oh, fuck!” Sophie gasped, an interesting mixture of pleasure and pain etched across her face as the dark-skinned stud laid claim to her skinny backdoor.
She hadn't had anything in there for quite some time- or anything so large, at least- and it took some effort from all three parties to facilitate such a gruelling entry. Sophie’s fingers dug deep into her peached-shaped cheeks, the tips turning white as she spread herself as wide as she could. Maisie licked at the threshold where sphincter met shaft, adding extra lubricant to the already slick rear entrance.
While the escort simply pushed with all his might, wincing slightly as her ultra tight asshole hugged his enormous girth. The thrusts were slow at first but he quickly found his rhythm, venturing into depths that hadn’t been touched in a very, very long time. Hands pushed down on the backs of her calves, the dark-skinned stud leaned over her lanky frame as he drilled her harder, spanking her ass with his nutsack. Sophie’s head flew up from the couch cushions, sweaty red hair spilling around her face as she stared ahead, making intense, unwavering eye contact with the powerful black man that was owning her tight rear end.
“Yes, Sophie,” Maisie encouraged, nuzzling into her neck and licking sweat from her glistening skin. “Take that dick, babe. Right up your arse!”
Hands pushed harder on those long, long legs, pushing them down almost to the leather and nearly taking Maisie’s eye out with the heel of a shoe. Sweat was beading on the escort’s brow and he bared his gritted teeth, pearly white wonders that contrasted magnificently with the tone of his skin. He was giving her everything now, every single inch he possessed. Sinking to the hilt with each hard thrust, he terminated somewhere in her large intestine.
“Play with your pussy, Soph,” Maisie instructed, purring into the redhead’s ear. “Fire that fucking cum for me.”
Sophie did as her best mate told her, reaching down between her legs and frigging herself with thunderous zeal. Her squirting ability was known to all her friends and the auburn beauty had showcased her talents numerous times during the course of the evening. But her newest climax was far, far wetter than any that had come before. Thrumming her clit with fingers ablur, she gave a sudden shriek of warning as gallons of clear, warm fluid sprayed forth from her spasming twat.
“Yes! Go on, Soph!” Maisie gushed, looking mightily proud of her suggestion. “Spray all that cunt juice, you dirty fucking slag!”
Sophie obliged and kept on firing, spurting out jet after jet. Reaming the gorgeous redhead throughout the whole ordeal, the dark-skinned stud saw his chiselled form soaked again and again and again, countless drops of crystalline fluid dripping from his pecs to his groin.
Maisie gasped. “Jesus, Soph! You went off like a fucking firehose! I think we’ve got a new record, girls!”
Laughs and whoops were returned from those able, and a curious expression formed on Sophie’s face, somewhere between a blush and a grin.
“Right, I think it’s your turn now, love,” Maisie declared. She looked up at the squirt-soaked hunk, still pounding away at her girlfriend’s rear. “Shoot your cum up that tight, little arsehole!”
No more needed to be said, and with Sophie still reeling from her latest cum-squirting orgasm, the big strong black man buried himself to the base in her ultra-constricting rectum, unleashing a potent blast that nearly filled her colon completely.
“Phew!” said Maisie, her eyebrows raised, her pink lips puckered in a perfect O. “That looked like a lot!”
like a lot!” Sophie added, feeling the hot jism bubble inside her bowel.
“Pop that thing out and let me taste it,” Maisie instructed, leaping down from the couch and squatting on the expensive carpet.
Prying himself from her colon, Sophie’s asshole quickly returned to its previous aperture. But not before a hot mess of goop spilled out from her burning bottom, pooling neatly between her best friend’s lips. Sophie joined her and their mouths sealed shut, sharing the spunk that had filled her anal cavity.
With the sun climbing slowly in the Kentish sky, the scene in the Game of Thrones
room had descended into chaos. Men bounced around the room from one gorgeous woman to the next, delivering violent penetrations and deep, volcanic eruptions into any tight orifice that took their fancy. Guttural screams filled the enormous expanse as one violent, cum-spraying orgasm was quickly followed by another.
Everyone in the room was awash in a sea of lust, hopelessly lost in a haze of unbridled carnality. And nobody more so than Emma Watson and Emilia Clarke, who had been furiously pounded on by a pair of light and dark studs for the better part of an hour. Twisted and bent into every position imaginable, both women had been dicked hard and deep in every single hole they possessed.
Stradling the black one with her feet planted firmly on the couch cushions, Emma worked her snug pink asshole up and down the escort’s dick, bouncing her bottom off his chocolate-coloured abs. Laying atop the white guy with her body pinned tight to his chest, Emilia clung desperately to his big, broad shoulders as he drove his dong up into her, filling her anal passage with every pitiless stroke.
“Oh my god! Emma!” yelped the TV queen, reeling intensely from her latest limb-shaking orgasm. “You’ve outdone yourself this year, love. These blokes are fucking incredible!”
“Aren’t they?!” Emma laughed from across the couch. “And you know what, Emilia? I reckon a girl like you could handle both these boys at once.”
“Pfft!” Emilia scoffed, rolling her emerald eyes. “Oh, please, Emma. I’ve handled both these boys ten times already! Haven’t I, fellas?”
The men nodded, returning affirmative grunts.
“I know, love,” Emma said with a chuckle. “But have you handled them…together?” She did a quick mime using two of her fingers and suddenly the meaning was clear.
“Oh,” said Emilia. “Together
.” Her smile faded and even the raging cock tunnelling through her colon couldn’t shift the look of anxiety now stretched across her beautiful face.
“Yeah,” Emma grinned. “Together
. Wanna try it, babe? Should be a doddle for a tart like you.”
Emilia was conflicted. After all, the cock in her ass was one of the fattest she’d ever seen, and the other one looked even bigger! How on earth was that going to fit in there too?! But this was what Emma’s parties, and the GoT
room in particular, were all about. Pushing one’s boundaries. Testing the limits of one’s sexual scope and seeing just how much hedonism one person can handle. Those bounds had stretched a little further with each passing year and it was within these hallowed walls that the gorgeous brunette had licked her first vagina, popped her anal cherry and done her first DP- all of which were now staples of her sexual repertoire.
“OK,” she finally agreed, apprehension and excitement filling her in equal measure. “Bring it on!”
“Yay!” Emma shrieked, hopping straight down off the black man’s dick. “You’ll love it, babe, I promise.”
The escort climbed down from the couch, positioning himself behind The Dragon Queen and pointing his thick dark rod at her already taxed backdoor.
“We’re gonna need a lot of this,” Emma declared, squeezing at a bottle of lube and applying it liberally to schlong and sphincter alike.
Emilia clung to the torso of the man underneath, her body on red alert as she braced herself for entry. She felt the second tip press against her hole and her eyelids flew open, pretty green peepers nearly springing straight out of her skull.
“Oh, JESUS! Emma! It’s not gonna fit!”
“It will, babe,” Emma replied, squatting at her girlfriend’s side. She stroked a glowing cheek, brushing locks of hair from her strained and sweaty red face. “Just relax. The more you tense up, the harder it’ll be.”
Emma nodded at the black man and he gave a gentle nudge, wincing slightly as his oversized head slid past her stretched out ring.
“Oh, GOD! It hurts!” Emilia squealed, the throes of pain twisting her delicate features.
“I know, babe,” Emma replied, soothing her as best she could. “It hurts a little at first. But when they’re both in there…God, there’s nothing like it!”
Progress was slow, but Emilia could feel the dark rod worming its way in, testing her endurance as it stretched her asshole to the breaking point.
“Oh my God! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” she cussed, breathing through the pain as countless coal-black inches were forced up inside her.
“Yes! That’s it, Em!” Emma encouraged, coaching her through the whole ordeal. “You’re doing great, babe. Just a little more.”
Baring his gritted teeth, the escort pushed with everything he had, feeling her rectum expand as he slotted in on top of his buddy. One final push and he was buried to the balls, squeezed and enveloped by one of the tightest backsides he’d ever had the pleasure of entering.
“Ahh, FUUUCCCKKK!!!” Emilia cried, nearly bursting Emma’s eardrums as her bottom was packed with 18 inches of grade a British beef.
“Yes, Emilia!” Emma screamed back, positively beaming with pride at her girlfriend’s achievements. “I knew you could do it, babe! How does it feel?”
The feeling was indescribable. An extraordinary sensation that mere words could never do justice. So Emilia didn’t even try. She simply basked in the wonder of it all, relishing the feeling of those two phenomenal organs throbbing against each other inside of her anal canal. Then, just when she thought the feeling couldn’t possibly be topped, the two hired studs gripped tight to her curvy body and promptly started thrusting.
A constant string of swears flew forth from between her lips, the volume increasing with every two-pronged thrust. It was, without a doubt, the most intense sensation she had ever experienced. Those two thick rods were base to base and tip to tip, twitching and pulsing as they pushed in deep, stretching her insides like they were made of elastic. Emma watched her friend intently, enjoying how her expressions changed- looking less like pain and more like pleasure with every passing second.
The pace quickened, and groans and grunts were swapped back and forth from men and woman alike. Alternating thrusts, the guys were like a pair of pistons, sinking one fat cock after another deep into her darkest parts. They didn’t even seem to mind their dicks rubbing together, and probably would’ve had a full on sword fight if it meant getting a crack at Emilia Clarke.
The queen was on fire, radiating heat from the inside out. Her pussy was sodden, leaking out creamy, hot lava that trickled across her taint, adding extra lubricant to the two thick rods stuffed into her anal cavity. She’d cum in a matter of seconds and the orgasms hadn’t let up, hitting her with full force and increasing regularity. She had so many that she quickly lost count, but she knew it must have been close to a dozen, doubling her tally for the evening.
And the guys were loving every second of it, relishing the feeling of her tensed inner walls as they hugged their members tight. The fact that there was another dick in there was wholly immaterial. It was a world class booty, and both men would happily have pounded away at it for hours on end, now matter how many cocks had been squeezed inside it. But their genitals had other ideas, and as her skinny rectum hugged both dicks to the point of bursting, the inevitable outburst of a man on the edge came roaring out from underneath her.
“Oh, fuckin’ ‘ell! I’m gonna cum!”
The black guy pulled out as the man beneath her sheathed himself to the hilt, pinning her ass to his crotch and yelling at the top of his voice as he fired a heat-seeking missile straight up the actress’ colon.
“Oh, FUCK! AAAAAHHHHH!!!” she screamed, cumming yet again as her insides were splashed with the contents of his swollen ballsack.
Perky chest heaving as she caught her breath, Emilia stayed perched atop the escort’s groin, basking in the warmth of his eruption until a tug on her hair signalled that it was time for another. Dropping to her knees, the fat black cock was up in her face, twitching and spasming in his large dark mits as he furiously beat himself off. It went off in seconds, spurting out ropes of gloopy, hot semen that splattered across the actress’ face, coating her features with a single load.
“Wow!” Emilia gasped as the man stepped back, too dazed and disoriented to say a lot else.
“See,” Emma grinned. “Told you you could do it!”
“Blimey!” came a voice from the doorway. “That was quite something, eh, ladies?”
The group turned en masse as a troupe of naked figures appeared in the open doorway- males and females alike. Cara Delivingne was stood at the front, receiving murmurs of agreement from the people behind her.
“I’m not too big on dick,” the model went on, “but taking two up your arse? I’ve gotta say that’s impressive, Em.”
“Err…thanks,” said Emilia, still too drunk on dick to register what was being said or even who had said it.
“Don’t mention it.”
Cara strolled into the room and the rest of the group trailed in behind her. It wasn’t every guest, but it must have been close to half, with an equal number of clothesless studs dotted in amongst them. Crossing the border without invitation was strictly prohibited but nobody in the room was in any state to object. Besides, as far as they were concerned, with the amount of men they had in tow, these ladies could go where they liked!
Cara took a scan of the room, focusing her gaze on one worn out woman after another. All of them were drenched in sweat, exhausted from their various endeavours and looking like they needed an entire month in which to recover. A wily grin formed on the model’s face, continuing to grow as she addressed the room at large.
“Oh, come on, ladies. You’re not done yet, are you?”
Cara didn’t wait for an answer and waded into the sea of supposedly spent bodies without any invitation. Pushing Emilia down onto her tummy, she buried her face between those plump, juicy cheeks and gave her sore asshole a much needed licking. A shriek went up from her remaining guests and they promptly got in on the action, diving between the nearest legs or onto the closest cock without a moment’s pause.
Impressed by what she’d seen just a few short minutes ago, Imogen Poots marched straight for the nearest sofa, zeroing in on the big, strong black man that blasted Emilia’s face. Still reeling from such a violent eruption, his recovery time was quickly cut short as the gorgeous blonde straddled his tall dark frame, guiding his tender schlong straight into her hot pink pussy.
And he wasn’t the only one feeling the effects of a night of non-stop sex. Indeed, every man in the room had blown his beans multiple times over and were close to running out of juice as the all-star orgy moved into its eleventh hour. But that meant little to the celebrity guests, and the A-list beauties were sucking and fucking their opposite numbers with the same tireless energy that they’d had at the start of the evening.
Everywhere the black man looked, one of his colleagues was being ridden into oblivion or giving it to a world famous actress with everything he had left in his tank. To his left, Sophie Turner was perched on an escort’s lap, bouncing her ass cheeks off his abs on a seemingly endless loop. On his right was Keira Knightley, taking a vicious pounding from one of his dark-skinned brethren as she was bent over the arm of the couch.
But this was no all-penetrative affair by any manner of means, and women were perched on their knees from one wall to the next, showcasing their oral talents on friends and escorts alike. Notable among them was pop star Rita Ora, who was taking an escort's dick further down her throat than any woman had managed before. So too was Lucy Boynton, her lips puckered at a black man’s groin as she vanished all twelve of his thick dark inches.
Though for some, one just wasn’t enough and all across the room celebrity guests were tending to the hired hunks two, three or even four at a time. Black and white dicks clutched tight in each hand, Alice Levine’s fiery red hair brushed across her shoulders as she switched from light to dark with clocklike regularity. Half-ringed closely by a cast of three, Maisie Williams had gone one better, vigorously jerking two fat, throbbing cocks while her face was fucked by a third. Though she too was no match for Emily Blunt, who was surrounded by so many men that her friends could barely see her. And when she finally re-emerged, the mother of two was covered in so much cum that nobody even knew it was her!
And so it continued, the all-out orgy showing no signs of slowing, even with the warmth of mid-morning starting to creep in from the bright outdoors. Binmen, milkmen and postmen alike had already done their rounds, but the party guests continued regardless, quite unaware if it was eight in the morning or eight at night as they worked their way around as many of the hired hunks as the cramped conditions would allow.
Rosamund Pike was being ferociously spitroasted, knees shaking on the carpeted floor as her body was pounded on by two of the biggest cocks she’d ever had the pleasure of taking. Lena Headey was eating out Emma Watson, moaning into her shaven snatch as she was savagely taken from behind. While Naomi Scott had men literally queuing up, ready to run a train on the half-Indian beauty that would take her halfway around the country and back. Even Cara Delevingne made a brief return to heterosexuality, and while she still preferred pussy, it was nice to be reminded of the bone-rattling orgasms that a big ol’ dick can provide.
The room was filled with noise, sounds merging from all four corners. There were moans and groans. Slurps and sucks. Shrieks of pleasure and piercing smacks of bodies colliding. The volume increased as the rutting continued, building to a violent crescendo. Each and every man was ready to burst, to unleash a gigantic volcanic eruption of truly unfathomable proportions.
The black guy on the couch was first to blow, exploding so deep into Olivia Cooke that he filled her womb completely. And once the first man toppled, the rest fell like dominoes, shooting their seed onto faces and tits, and into mouths and vaginas alike. Nathalie Emmanuel took a load down her throat, Carey Mulligan got a blast to the chest. Hannah Murray was struck by twin wads of spunk, so copious in volume that they covered every inch of her face.
But it didn’t end there, and soon cries of ecstasy and loud spurts of cum were all that could be heard as one dick after another detonated like a nuclear bomb. Daisy Ridley was getting plowed from both ends when the two men erupted, leaving creamy deposits in her tummy and uterus alike. While Natalie Dormer was in the midst of a mini-bukkake, cum splattering across her hair and face in vast and immeasurable quantities.
Soon there were just two left. One was going in hard on Gemma Arterton, clapping her juicy butt cheeks as he fucked her from behind. Egged on vigorously by a group of her friends, he didn’t stop railing until he fired up the actresses’ back, leaving a hot streak of cum from shoulders to ass. The women cooed, in awe of such a potent blast. And as the stud that administered it attempted to regain his senses, their attention turned to the last man standing.
A cast of five already gathered around him, the trembling hunk was being ruthlessly attacked from every conceivable angle. Hands were all over him, squeezing his ass cheeks and stroking his thighs. Thick sets of lips were wrapped around his balls and puckered at the base of his schlong. While tongues were licking in every direction, trailing along the grooves of his six pack and plunging deep into his stripwaxed ass.
More women joined and soon he was entirely surrounded, powerless to resist as he was tugged and pulled in a number of different directions. Eight were lined up before him, taking turns on his dick and seeing who could vanish it with the least amount of fuss. More were behind him, tonguefucking his sphincter with ferocious intent.
It was too much for him. Heck, it would have been too much for anyone. He held off for as long as he could, but it quickly became clear that resistance was utterly futile. He wasn’t sure how many women had gotten to his dick but it definitely wasn’t all of them, and his thick, throbbing shaft was lodged down Daisy Ridley’s throat when he finally admitted defeat.
Wrenching it free, he took it in his shaky paws and jerked like there was no tomorrow. A line of beautiful faces were gazing up at him, his mind so scrambled he could barely tell one from the other. Some from behind had come to join them, but at least one of them had stayed, and a long and slithery, wet tongue pushed far into his rectum as he tugged himself off.
Explicit pleas came from all around him, each one louder and filthier than the one that preceded it.
“Yes, baby! Stroke that big, fat dick!”
“Don’t forget about me!”
“Empty these balls, baby!”
“Do it! Cum on my face!”
“I want some on my tits too!”
“Drench me! Cover me in cum!”
The voices continued but the escort soon blocked them out entirely, focusing only on dousing as many of these women as possible. With a mighty roar, his bellend exploded, spewing issue at a blistering rate. Aiming in every direction, he sprayed a gallon of seed at the mass of humanity that was gathered at his knees, leaving creamy streaks across faces, chests and hairstyles alike.
His vision was a blur, but every so often a face came into focus, lit up in ecstasy as spurts of his jism splattered across their skin. Naomi Scott. Nathalie Emmanuel. Maisie Williams. Hannah Murray. Olivia Cooke. He kept on spewing, and it wasn’t until every face had been sprinkled with seed that he finally stopped, nursing his red raw willy and wondering if he’d ever want to use it again. He’d had a distinguished career in the sex industry, but gave serious thought to hanging up his member for good. Nothing
would ever beat that.
He stumbled towards the nearest sofa and promptly collapsed in a heap, looking like he’d need a week’s rest before he could even move again. And he wasn’t alone. In fact, every man in the room was looking a little worse for wear. But no problem, the A-list party guests were more than happy to take care of themselves. Particularly (yep, you guessed it) Cara Delvingne, who had been licking out any woman without a dick inside her (and even some that did) for an hour straight and didn’t look like stopping anytime soon.
Licking the cum from each other’s faces quickly turned into a big group make out session, which too evolved into quite possibly the largest bout of mass cunnilingus that the world had ever seen. In fact, the women were so engrossed in each other’s vaginas that Emma Watson had managed to slip out unnoticed, going off in search of the second enormous orgy that her remaining guests were undoubtedly having elsewhere.
One set of screams gave way to another as she passed through her luxury abode, and the volume increased as she drew nearer to Marvel HQ. Just like the previous room, the MCU homebase was overflowing with naked women, many of whom had no connection to the movie franchise whatsoever.
The closest Holly Willoughby had gotten to a Marvel film, for example, was when she watched one in the cinema. But nobody in the room seemed to mind her being there, least of all the big, muscular black man that was pounding her legendary ass. Michelle Keegan, on the other hand, had never seen
a comic book movie. But that didn’t stop her burying her face in Peggy Carter’s rack and motorboating until her heart’s content.
Though it wasn’t all MCU novices that were getting in on the action. In fact, the stars of the series were right in the thick of it, going harder and longer than their Marvel-less counterparts could even dream of. Florence Pugh was getting plowed into next July, taking a huge black dick up her ass like only a true superwoman can. Captain Marvel
co-stars Lashana Lynch and Gemma Chan were 69ing on the couch when an escort joined them, adding a dash of vanilla to the chocolate-banana swirl as he buried his cock in the black girl’s ass.
A filthy grin stretched across Emma’s face as she marched into the room. Grabbing hold of three big guys, she led them across to the nearest sofa, positioning each man exactly how she wanted. The black one she put on the bottom, sliding her pussy down his thick chocolate log as she straddled his muscular form. Patting the leather of the couch, she signalled for the blonde one to sit down beside her. Leaning over his towering groin, she dipped down low and swallowed him up, taking him to the balls in one fell swoop.
The third one didn’t need any form of direction, and slotted his crown between her peached-shaped cheeks, pressing up against the ring of her ass. Resting a hand on the small of her back, he drove forward without delay, filling her final orifice. They held her in place and the thrusting started, synced to perfection from the very beginning. Two huge cocks were drilled up into her, hitting her cervix and the back of her throat. While a third one bore through her backdoor passage, peaking somewhere in the depths of her bowel.
But she wasn’t alone in her efforts and similar two, three, even four-pronged antics were taking place in all four corners of Marvel HQ- equally huge cocks crammed into any hole they’d fit and in every arrangement imaginable. There were cocks in each hole, cocks in the same hole, and nearly half the women in the room were filled to the brim in one configuration or another. The rest entertained each other while they awaited their turns, making use of the plethora of sex toys that Emma had distributed at the start of the evening.
Jenna Coleman had a pair in her pussy, Anya Taylor-Joy had two in her ass. Jameela Jamil had two giant cocks buried deep in her asshole and cunt, while an even bigger one was stuffed down her esophagus.
But the main attraction was undoubtedly the host of the party. She’d only been in the room a few minutes and already she was the focal point, drawing the attention of every man in the room, no matter how immersed he was in the holes of another woman. Another guy approached, leaving the brunette with more cocks surrounding her than she had holes to put them in. It really was quite the dilemma. But, pragmatist that she was, Emma Watson had the perfect solution.
“Any more room back there?” she asked, prising the cock from between her lips.
The man took a step back, assessing the situation. “Little bit.”
“Well, have at it then, love.”
That was all the invitation that the escort needed, and he squeezed himself into position, adding his rod to the plethora of others that were already inside her. It meant sandwiching his body between two other men, not to mention rubbing up against one of them in a way that few would have found acceptable. Though he didn’t seem to mind. Pushing gorgeous women to the brink of their sexual boundaries meant squeezing himself into some rather uncompromising positions. But, consummate professional that he was, he always did so without complaint. Besides, if it meant sticking his dick in Emma Watson then it was totally and unquestionably worth it.
He went for her pussy first, pushing his head against the black cock already in there and carefully squeezing it in. It was a fight fit for sure, but her twat was so wet that he managed to enter with relative ease. His movement was a little restricted and he could feel the cocks throbbing both above and below as he pushed up inside her.
“Oh, FUCK! YES!” he heard as he came to rest, buried as deep in her double-stuffed cunt as her vice-like grip would allow.
Once he was securely inside, the three men started thrusting, synching their movements as best they could. There wasn’t much room to manoeuvre, but that didn’t matter. Emma was stuffed so tight that even the slightest movement sent violent tremors rumbling through her at maximum velocity. She came over and over, gripping the three men harder with each bodily explosion.
And the orgasms didn’t end there. In fact, women were creaming themselves silly in every direction, and barely a second passed without an A-list celebrity screaming herself hoarse as a thunderous climax assaulted every inch of her frame. Soaring decibels launched forth from Rebecca Hall’s shiny, plump lips as pleasure overcame her, her rectal muscles squeezing so tightly around the two fat dicks in there that she almost broke them off at the base. Jodie Comer followed in room-shaking fashion, screaming so loudly from her hard double-dicking that she nearly deafened all the people around her.
And on and on it went, the volume rising until Emma’s closest neighbour could have heard the screams of ecstasy over a mile away. Someone broke out the Magic Wands and soon the fluid was flying as world-famous actresses squirted up a storm from one side of the room to the next. Karen Gillan was getting furiously fucked in the ass, Hitachi’s most popular product thundering against her clit until she sprayed like a hydrant, drenching everyone in a four foot radius.
Guests moved freely around the room, from man to man and woman to woman, switching up partners like it was going out of style. But even so, some of the women were getting tired of waiting. Most notably Felicity Jones, who having gone a full five minutes without something inside her, grabbed hold of the two biggest strapons she could find and shoved them into the hands of the nearest women.
They were Lily James and Annabelle Wallis, but frankly Felicity didn’t much care who they were. She just needed to be filled with something phallic as soon as humanly possible. Stepping into the leather harnesses, the two gorgeous women doused their new cocks in lube and did just as the actress demanded, stuffing her beautiful body with twenty inches of man made meat.
But in spite of everything that was going on around her, Emma Watson and her handpicked studs were still the centre of attention. The string of orgasms ravaging the brunette’s frame was practically never ending, and accepting that they couldn’t possibly make her cum anymore times in their current formation, the four young men decided to switch things up.
By the time her body had been fully evacuated, one of the men was back down on the couch, lubing himself for re-entry. The actress mounted him, lowering herself onto his greased up helmet. Feeling his crown push up into her rectum, Emma slid down the escort’s pole until her bum cheeks were touching his abs. Gripping the insides of her thighs, he pointed her heels at opposing walls, offering up second dibs to anyone that wanted it.
The newest addition to the group again drew the short straw (or the long straw, depending on how you look at it), and quickly got into position, pointing his cock at an occupied orifice for the second time that morning. Her second hole was harder to breach, but with a dollop of lube and a dash of persistence, the actress’ ring was stretched around the base of his dick in practically no time at all.
A third man squeezed in front of him, filling her dripping pink pussy, and the black guy climbed up onto the couch, presenting his dick for sucking. Then, once all four men had laid claim to an orifice, the thrusting quickly resumed. Movement was limited once more, particularly for the two underneath, the grip of her sphincter generating friction like neither had experienced before. But again it mattered little, and those four huge cocks when assembled this way, took her to even higher realms of mind-blowing pleasure than they had done previously.
Screams continued from all around the room, violent sprays of crystalline fluid firing this way and that as the collective orgasm tally soared high into the triple digits. But it had to end sometime, and after fourteen of hours of fucking, the celebrity guests were finally beginning to tire. Streams weakened. Volumes lowered. Movements started to slow, and it wasn’t until the women in the room had seemingly run out of orgasms, that their male counterparts finally gave in to the searing sensations that had been building within them for two long, gruelling hours.
A booming roar burst forth from the male contingent and the room was a wash with a senem tsunami that filled every colon or splashed any cervix that got in its way. Two men went off inside Kate Beckinsale, blowing deep into her throat and colon, and flooding her digestive tract. Another blew his wad over Kaya Scodelario, giving her a piping hot facial that soaked every inch of her skin.
Loads came thick and fast, and ballsacks shrivelled as one set of gonads after another was emptied into the nearest hole. Juno Temple took a load down her throat. Dua Lipa was blasted deep in her large intestine. One of the few at the party who had little need for birth control, Elizabeth Hurley happily took popshots up her pussy until she ran out suitors, filling her disused womb a million times over.
Emma’s boys were the last to blow and as the hearty ripples of her final orgasm worked their way to her furthest extremities, she felt an empty sensation like never before as four huge cocks were all withdrawn at once. Still riding the wave of what was basically a two hour-long climax, Emma got up onto her knees as 20 of her closest friends gathered in closely around her. Someone handed her a wand and the actress held it in place, right on the sweet spot as the guys formed a crescent moon.
Hands roamed across her body, gliding up and down her back and over her tight sweaty midriff. Lips pecked at her shoulders and kissed along the nape of her neck. Words of encouragement were offered from all around her, preparing the host of the party for what was sure to be the facial blast of a lifetime.
“Get ready for it, Emma!”
“Cor! Look at the size of their bollocks!”
“You’re gonna get bloody drenched, love!”
“You’ll be glazed like a birthday cake by the time they’re done!”
Yet more women were stood up beside the men, fondling their oversized balls and whispering sweet nothings into their ears as they stroked themselves to the point of eruption. One by one, the men began to blow, dousing the trembling starlet with four of the biggest, hottest, thickest loads ever to spurt from the tip of a penis.
The first one struck her hard in the face, splattering each one of her flawless features. The second hit her chest, striking her with so much venom that it stung her clammy, wet skin. The third went a little awry, and while some of it landed in her nut-brown hair, most of it ended up over Gemma Chan who was knelt down beside her- an unexpected, though not unwelcome, surprise.
The fourth was the biggest of the lot, and as the violent burst soared forth from his scrotum, the quivering escort fired it anywhere and everywhere that his slightly skewed aim would allow. Some hit her face. Some hit her chest. Some landed in her hair. Some went straight in her mouth. Some hit Gemma on her right and Florence Pugh who was seated to her left. Squeezing out the last few drops into Emma’s gaping mouth, the man staggered off in search of somewhere to recuperate.
Big, buzzing wand still thrumming against her clit, Emma was quickly assaulted by an army of slick wet tongues, lapping up thick lines of spunk from her face, her tits and anywhere else it had landed. Some shared a mouthful with whoever was closest, while others simply gulped theirs down, feeling it burn in the pit of their bellies. Others ignored the man juice altogether, positioning themselves between Emma’s legs and waiting for an ungodly blast that would make those last four look like a thimbleful.
A few seconds later and there it came, spraying from her snatch like a burst water main and soaking all in the immediate vicinity. Dua Lipa. Holly Willoughby. Elizabeth Hurley. Felicity Jones. All these women and more took a vicious blast from the host of the party, catching it in their mouths or letting it splash across their face, tits or cunt. Some even grabbed ahold of the nearest wand and fired straight back at her, giving the hostess with the mostest a final full-body dousing.
One by one, the toys were switched off and a placid quiet fell over the house for the first time since the guests' arrival. Nude men and women alike were sprawled out across the carpet, basking in the afterglow of what was sure to be the most incredible sexual experience that any of them would ever engage in. The epic group fuck session had gone on through the night and continued for much of the morning, finally culminating at the ludicrous hour of 10.45am.
Everyone in the house was utterly exhausted, having engaged in more sexual activity in 14 hours than most people manage in 14 months. The women had cum more times than they could count, firing enough fluid across Emma’s various living rooms to fill an entire swimming pool. And the men hadn’t been far behind them, blowing more collective loads than the Brazzers back catalogue.
The quiet extended for what felt like an eternity, interrupted only by the odd deep breath or occasional contented sigh. Finally, a voice spoke up, breaking the silence that had filled the room so completely.
“So…” said Emma Watson, “did you ladies have fun?”
And suddenly the room was as noisy as ever as beaming responses were chirped at her from every direction. So many voices were clamouring over one another that she only heard the briefest snippets, but the consensus was clear: this was the most crazy, debauched and incredible party that the actress had ever held.
“It was bloody amazing!”
“Absolutely fucking wild!”
“Oh my God! Those COCKS!”
“I haven’t cum that much in my entire life!”
“Best party I’ve ever fucking been to!”
After ten long minutes of endless praise, the voices finally ceased, allowing the worn out host to attempt a response.
“Thank you, ladies. Glad you enjoyed it. Thank you again for coming and for making this year’s gathering such a roaring success.”
A loud shriek went up from the surrounding women and her sweat-soaked body was pulled into a bear hug by one gorgeous woman after another, countless sloppy kisses left behind on her flushed red cheeks. Once the room had calmed a little, Emma addressed the issue of the next celebrity blowout, ensuring them that the following year’s bash would be bigger and bolder than any that had gone before.
After a two year wait since the previous party, Emma suggested that the next one be brought forward six months to make up for lost time. It would be the middle of winter of course, but still there were few objections. Heck, most of these women would have done it all over again the very next night if they could have. And with all the transactions she’d overheard during the course of the evening, it sounded like some of them would be doing just that.
With business taken care of, the partygoers willed their weary frames off the shag carpet floor and set off in search of their clothes. Goodnights and goodbyes were swapped and exchanged, and the women finally dispersed. Some headed out to their hired cars, while others retired to their rooms, most with a friend in tow, a man on her arm or some combination of both.
Once everyone had been accounted for, Emma grabbed a couple of her own and headed straight for the master bedroom. She’d hired them for 24 hours and still had eight or nine left. There might even be time for more in the evening if she didn’t oversleep. Or even if she did, she doubted either would object to a couple hours overtime.
The two men followed her into her luxurious bedroom and she closed the door behind them, reflecting briefly on the past few hours and all that had transpired. It truly was the most incredible party she- or anyone else, for that matter- had ever thrown. The sheer scope of the thing was utterly exceptional, and there wasn’t a single attendee, either rented or invited, who hadn't had the time of their lives.
Though nobody had gotten into the party spirit quite like the hostess herself. She’d winged her away around every room in the house, taking every single cock in one hole or another, and eating damn near every pussy as well. She’d shared a lucky guy with five of her greatest girlfriends, inspiring him to levels of sexual prowess that were almost superhuman. While she herself had sucked 12 dicks to completion in less than hour, swallowing enough spunk to fill her belly to the brim. Not to mention being passed back and forth by a big group of women and an even bigger group of men, getting stuffed full of dildos and dicks in every configuration imaginable.
The entire event had been simply spellbinding, a night and morning of carnal excess that almost defied description. Put simply, it was the wildest and most magical night of her entire existence. A night of feats and emotions that went beyond the realm of human endeavour. A night the world famous actress would never ever forget. And in six months time, she’d get to do it all again. She couldn’t fucking wait!END