As Emma Watson neared the foot of the long, winding stairwell, it was immediately clear that the all-star gathering was already in full swing. Indeed, the soundtrack to the expansive ground floor made the noises from upstairs sound like a children’s tea party; so many voices screaming and clamouring over one another, it sounded like the walls were about to cave in.
She was dying to get in on the action, to dip into the first of her many spacious living rooms and leap headfirst into a pile of guests. But, gracious host that she was, Emma thought it her duty to take a sweep of the grounds first, to ensure her many, many party guests were seen to and satisfied. In more ways than one. And where better to start than out in the garden?
With the next house over a mile away, there’d be no concerns about privacy and Emma fully expected there to be at least a few people congregating in her enormous backyard. Night had fallen over South East England but the temperature was yet to drop. Powerful LED lights shone brightly from every wall and pillar, casting the great outdoors in a warm and radiant glow; perfect conditions for some al fresco lovin’.
Emma headed out through the large, sliding doors, and just as she’d predicted, there were indeed numerous party guests ‘congregating’ throughout her lush green yard. As a matter of fact, the actress had barely set foot on the wood effect paving slabs of her long and furnished patio when she bumped into two people ‘congregating’ very closely on her cosy outdoor sofa. So closely, in fact, that the man’s face had all but vanished between the woman’s thighs, and the coos and groans passing through her lips were a clear indicator that, whatever he was doing down there, he was doing it pretty damn well.
The woman was Olivia Cooke
, gorgeous brunette and star of Spielberg sci-fi epic Ready Player One
. Quite who the man was, Emma wasn’t sure. But if he was able to give that much pleasure with the use of his tongue alone, then she damn sure wanted to meet him!
“Hey, Liv,” said Emma, sidling up next to her and planting a kiss on her pink puckered lips.
“Ay oop, Em,” Olivia replied, speaking in a heavy Mancunian accent that years working in Hollywood had thus far failed to shed. “You found a good one ‘ere, love!” she whined, combing her fingers through the escort’s hair.
“So it would appear,” Emma grinned, rolling her tongue around a nipple as she watched the man at work.
His technique really was second to none and the sticky fluids smeared copiously across his lips and chin were a clear testament to that. His tongue circled her clit slowly and skillfully, rolling across the hardened nub in smooth and languid motions. The kind of miracles that tongue was capable of performing were clear for all to see, but Olivia Cooke wasn’t one to just sit back and take it. Her hand gripped tight to his hair, holding him firmly in place as she bucked her hips from the couch cushions and ground her pink pussy against his face.
The man didn’t object and would happily have allowed the dark-haired beauty to girate against his features until she creamed all over him. Keeping his mouth open and his tongue nice and flat, he savoured the actress from bumhole to clit, moisture seeping forth and tingling his taste buds.
“Oh, crikeh!” Olivia exclaimed, her northern accent seeming thicker than ever. “Keep goin’, love. You’re gonna make me com!”
Excited by the promise in her words, the man quickly took control, using his huge biceps to pin the brunette to the couch. Shoving his face back between her thighs, his lips smothered her aching clit, that skilled tongue of his flicking across the sensitive nub. Her head jolted upwards and a slew of swears flew from between her lips in true northern fashion as the stud for hire tongued her into ecstasy.
“Oh, bloomin’ ‘eck! I’m fockin’ comin’! Crikeh! You fockin’ bastad!”
Her thighs squeezed tight around the escort’s head and the string of cusses quickly descended into a series of incomprehensible grunts as he tongued her through the throes of climax. Her quads loosened and one final gasping swear escaped her quivering lips as she collapsed in a heap on the sofa.
“That’s the idea,” the escort quipped, licking gooey residue from his shiny, broad lips.
“I think she liked that,” Emma chuckled, looking down at her rented hunk as he emerged from Olivia’s thighs.
“She’s gonna like this even more,” he smirked, planting his knees on the edge of the couch.
Rubbing the tip of his member against wet and slimy pink lips, Olivia’s eyes popped open as he quickly pushed forward, spearing her on the length of his shaft.
“Oh, fockin’ ‘ell!” Olivia yelped as that thick fleshy tool filled her insides.
Emma laughed. “Got a mouth on her, this one, eh?”
“Yep,” the man agreed, grunting lightly as he rowed his hips. “Bet she knows how to use it an’ all.”
“I’m sure she does. Show her a good time, won’t you?” said Emma as she hopped down from the couch.
“Will do, love,” the man replied. “And when I’m done with ‘er I’ll come and find you.”
“I’ll hold you to that. Have fun, kids.”
Emma blew them a kiss and crossed the humongous patio, heels clicking as she went. A row of luxury recliners were laid out along the side of her outdoor pool, two of which were being put to very good use by an assortment of her distinguished guests. Laid out across one of these expensive pieces of furniture was stunning blonde actress Lucy Boynton
. Head rested against the plush padded cover and legs spread as wide as they’d go, the better half of Bond villain Rami Malek was cooing into the warm night air as a second fair-headed beauty busied herself between her thighs.
Arms wrapped tightly around Lucy’s long and slender legs, Annabelle Wallis
was acquainting herself intimately with the sweet little gooey pink treat that lay so invitingly between. Sucking, tonguing and licking at the nub of her clit with equal and impressive efficiency, the star of soon to be released horror movie Malignant
was using every trick she knew to drive her fellow actress wild.
But this particular outdoor tryst was no mere party for two, and bringing up the rear was a fiendishly good-looking man of magnificent build and even more magnificent endowment. Holding onto her nice rounded hips, he was steadily feeding the blonde starlet every single inch he possessed, bottoming out each time in her warm and receptive vagina.
With the newfound difficulties associated with Transatlantic travel, Annabelle had been a little reluctant to leave the clutches of her partner, Chris Pine, and make the return to her homeland. But within minutes of her arrival at the Watson estate she knew full well that she’d made the right decision, and the cock she was currently enjoying was well worth a stay in quarantine. Long, thick and impossibly rigid, it touched places inside her she hadn’t even known existed, stretching her more thoroughly than her megastar boyfriend could even dream of.
Taking a break from her tour of the garden, Emma stopped and watched for a while as the three attractive people fucked on her outdoor furniture. Hips bucking at a furious pace, the handsome escort went at the gorgeous blonde with little care or concern, confident that a woman of such beauty and experience could handle his tremendous size. A chorus of groans poured from between Lucy’s thighs, deeply muffled by the slick, warm pussy she was trying her utmost to pleasure.
Tugging lightly at her golden locks, Lucy directed her friend towards her sweetest spots, eyes fluttering as that long, skilled tongue worked wonders upon her clit.
“Yes, that’s it, Anna,” the actress purred, enjoying the sight of those pretty blue peepers twinkling up at her from between her thighs. “I’m close, love. Don’t stop.”
Annabelle gave an excited groan and dug in deeper, thrilled by the prospect of making her cum. Her tongue flicked faster and she licked her harder and with greater finesse, even as the hired stud kicked up to ramming speed behind her. Soon he was going full pelt, giving her every last inch and spanking her landing strip with his big, inflated balls.
Eyes rolled into the back of her head and Lucy gripped her tighter, keeping her firmly in place. No words were spoken but the implication was clear. She wasn’t going anywhere until she’d made her cum. A few last swirls around her throbbing pink clit and she did just that, closing her eyes and gritting her teeth as euphoria and ecstasy took control of her quivering form. The dam burst in spectacular fashion and she gushed copiously, soaking her fellow blonde with a torrent of sticky sweet fluids.
The first orgasm seemed to spark a chain reaction, and as the last splash of cream trickled across her tongue, Annabelle gave into the powerful sensations that were rumbling through her entire body. Finally emerging from between her legs, Lucy and Annabelle shared a lengthy spell of heated and unwavering eye contact as the latter of the two was ravaged by the seizing claws of a second tumultuous orgasm.
“Yes, Anna!” Lucy encouragement. “Come on, love. Cum on that big fucking cock!”
Placing a finger under her cum-soaked chin, she angled her up to face her, staring deep into those ocean blues. Squeals and groans poured from between her lips and Lucy loved watching her features change from their usually flawless arrangement as her body was rattled with raw, unadulterated pleasure.
Then, almost without warning, the man came too, and Annabelle’s own climax had barely ceased before hot spurts of seed were splashing her taut inner walls. Roars boomed out from behind her and the man’s strong pelvis stayed flush against hers until he’d given her every last drop. Emma watched as the man pulled out, a thick mess of bubbling semen slopping out after him, and the actress departed as the two women dropped to their knees, cleaning the remnants off his cock.
She stopped at the end of the row, where Killing Eve
star Jodie Comer
was perched between a pair of tall black studs. Hands clutched tight to their sturdy dark hips, the actress’ shiny blonde hair brushed across her shoulders as she switched back and forth from one dark groin to the other. Choking and gagging sounds carried across the vast outdoors as she swallowed each cock in turn, taking each thick ten incher all the way down to the balls with minimal fuss or effort.
“Fuckin’ ‘ell, mate,” said one man to the other, groaning slightly as that thick set of lips kissed his neatly-trimmed groin. “These northern slags can’t half suck a dick!”
“Innit tho’,” his friend agreed. “Scouse birds are fuckin’ filthy, bruv. Why d’ya think I moved to Liverpool? Weren’t for an Anfield season ticket, I can tell ya that!”
The two men laughed and a strong black hand grabbed her spindly wrist, a cock falling from between her lips as the northern beauty was pulled up onto her feet.
“Up ya come, love. Let’s get these cocks inside ya.”
Big, thick trunk-like arms wrapped around her slender form and she yelped in surprise as the man to her right hoisted her high into the air. Large dark hands gripped hold of her asscheeks, holding her aloft as the beefy black escort aligned her sopping twat with the tip of his coal dark schlong. Lowering her slowly, Jodie gasped as his huge black bellend split her pussy open, her inner walls stretching to the limit as it inched its way inside. He slid her down until his balls sat flush against her taint, the swollen head nudging up against her cervix.
Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she held on tight as the second man stepped up behind her. Pressing his sticky tip against her puckered pink sphincter, he gave a gentle push, splitting her open with his enormous crown.
“Oh, FUCK!” Jodie screamed, mouth open and eyes wide. “That’s fuhkin’ huge!”
There was plenty of spit greasing his member, but entry was still something of a challenge. Her whole body tensed, her asshole tightening instinctively and squeezing his crown like a ligature.
“Fuck!” the second man cussed, wincing in pain as her stubborn backdoor gripped his mushroom tight. “Relax that arse, love. Don’t fight it.”
Jodie loosened her rectal muscles as much as she was able, allowing the bellend to slip inside.
“Fuck me, that’s tight!” the escort remarked, pushing with all his might and worming his way into her rectum.
Jodie felt her insides expand as his crown went deeper, sliding up into her colon. Soon, a second pair of balls were squished up against the other, 20 glorious inches of raging, tar black meat packing her body to the brim. Two sets of hands gripped her securely, one on her ass, the other on her thighs, and slowly she was lifted, all the way to the top of those long dark dicks. Held there for a fraction of a second, the sudden empty sensation scarcely had a chance to register before she was dropped back down and filled to the hilt once more.
“Oh, SHITE!” she screamed in her filthy Scouse accent, unleashing a northern tirade into the darkness of the night as the action was repeated on a seemingly endless loop. “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! Those dicks are fuhkin’ MASSIVE!”
Jodie was powerless, arms wrapped around their big, broad shoulders and clinging on for dear life as they tossed her up and down between them. Time and again the blonde was impaled, a foot and a half plus of throbbing black beef piercing her innards with each relentless motion. She came over and over, soaking each schlong in fluid as they vanished inside her.
The two men threw her around like a ragdoll; back and forth, up and down, every which way but loose, spearing her repeatedly on those long, thick double dark dongs. This went on for quite some time and didn’t stop until two sets of nails clawed at their thighs, nearly piercing their coal black skin. The guys looked down and there was Emma Watson. Squatted at their feet, her face was mere inches away from the two tight holes they were so violently penetrating.
“These dicks look like they could do with a clean up, boys,” the actress declared. “Why don’t you pop ‘em out of those holes so I can polish ‘em up for ya?”
Where she’d come from or how long she’d been down there, neither man was sure, but they accepted her offer all the same. Gripping their dicks and prying them loose, they pointed them down at the woman beneath them, presenting each member for sucking. Emma’s head swivelled on its axis as she stared back and forth from one cock to the next; both as long and thick and black as each other. She opted for the one on her right, tasting Jodie’s asshole as she steered it inside, taking it straight to the base. Slurping up her fluids, she wrenched it free and switched to the other, lubing each one for re-entry.
Popping the second cock from between her lips, Emma watched as they were pointed up at the blonde in between them and promptly shoved back inside her. Emma rose to her feet, giving one of the men a farewell stroke of the arm as she continued across the patio.
No part of her home was off limits, and with this in mind, two of the actress’ guests had opted to make use of her luxurious Olympic-sized pool. Drifting slowly across the water on a large inflatable sunbed were a deeply chiselled man and a gorgeous brown-haired woman, bodies entwined as they shared an impassioned embrace. The woman, actress Jenna Coleman
, was already entirely naked, her two-piece bathing suit floating like flotsam across the deep, heated waters. The man was clad only in a pair of Speedos, the elasticity of which was being tested to its limits as a carefully manicured hand groped at the package inside.
Emma watched from the side of the pool as her fellow brunette broke from the long, sloppy kiss and moved down to the young man’s neck. Continuing south, she pecked at his shredded torso, from his two large pecs right down to the grooves of his six pack. Licking teasingly along the outline of his shaft, she hooked her fingers under the waistband of his trunks and quickly whipped them down, his cock springing out like a jack-in-the-box.
“Oh, my!” she said, eyes going cross as she beheld its phenomenal size. “Emma sure knows how to pick ‘em!”
She pulled his trunks down his long, muscled legs and tossed them into the water. Kneeling between his legs with her ass pushed high in the air, Jenna curled her fingers around the width of his shaft and gave it a tender stroke. Peeling back the foreskin, her tongue came out and swished around the swell of his bellend, encircling it several times before settling at the tip. The pool of precum gathered in his slit was almost as large as the one they were floating on, but the former Doctor Who
assistant quickly took care of that. Flicking her tongue across the tip of his rod, she lapped up drop after drop of sticky warm semen until the split was as dry as a bone.
Resting her hands on her partner’s hips, her shiny pink lips enveloped his swollen crown, rising and falling as she bobbed her head. Each pass took her deeper, countless veiny inches vanishing between her lips. Spit smeared across the shaft, warming his member and making it twitch. The escort’s head tilted towards the stars and he gave an appreciative moan, enjoying the airtight suction that the orifice provided.
“Oh, yes! That’s it, pet,” the man encouraged, groaning in a Geordie accent. “Reet doon to the balls. Oh, that’s champion!”
The tip prodded at the back of her throat and she coughed and gagged around the shaft as her lips pushed down, puckering at the escort’s groin. Jenna held him there for as long as she could before finally retracting, spit sloshing down the length of his rod. She gripped it at the base while she caught her breath, pumping it several times with a tightly clenched fist before going back for seconds.
Emma watched as the cock returned to her mouth, sliding down her gullet with ease. It was one hell of a sight and propelled the actress’ arousal up to levels that were simply intolerable. She strode defiantly across the patio and back towards the twin glass doors, ready to grab the nearest stud she saw and ride his dick into oblivion.
She barged into the nearest room, and as luck would have it, there appeared to be a dozen or so of such creatures gathered at the centre of it. Perfect. She had the pick of the litter. Or so she thought. But as she sauntered across the spacious lounge, she quickly learned that these men were not alone, and marooned in the middle of this ring of hunks was one of her celebrity guests.
Quite who it was Emma wasn’t sure, but she could just about see her between gaps in the bodies, sucking and stroking until her heart’s content. Emma pushed her way to the front of the crowd and there, with a dick in her mouth and one in each hand, knelt Anya Taylor-Joy
Anya looked up and a long black rod fell from between her lips as she spotted the aggrieved-looking host looming high up above her.
“Oh, hey, Emma,” she said nonchalantly, moving her hands from one pair of cocks to another. “How’s the party?”
Emma could have asked her the same question. It seemed like the young blonde was having quite the little party of her own.
“So it’s you that’s hogging all the cock?!”
“Uh huh,” she replied, without shame or apology. “Well, me and Lily.”
“What’s Lily doing?”
Anya grinned. “You’ll see. Anyway, you gonna join me or what?”
Emma didn’t need a second invitation. Hell, she didn’t need a first
invitation. This was her party and she could do whatever the fuck she liked. She marched into the circle of studs and dropped to her knees beside her friend. The men pushed in closer and quickly she was surrounded, ringed on all sides by an army of long, thick cocks; dribbly, wet slits poking out at her from beneath their hooded sheaths.
Emma parted her lips and the nearest rod was steered in between them, sinking to the base on the very first pass.
“Phwoar! Fuckin’ ‘ell!” the man exclaimed. “You ain’t shy, are ya, darlin’?”
The actress grinned as she bobbed her head, sliding her lips along the length of his shaft. Reaching blindly for a pair of cocks, she pawed at thin air until her hands were filled with meat. Veiny slabs slapped down onto her palms, she wound her fingers around each thick rod and promptly started jerking. Shuffling her knuckles from the bottom to the top, she synced each stroke perfectly with the long, deep pulls of her lips.
Swallowing his cock once more, Emma left the first man behind and quickly moved onto another. This second dick was, quite possibly, even bigger than the last one. Not to mention harder than a rod of steel and black as the ace of spades. But Emma wasn’t perturbed, and she took that coal dark rod straight to the hilt, just as easily as she had the first.
And so it continued. Anya and Emma worked their way around the circle from one fat cock to the next, enjoying the hefty array that had been laid out before them. Some were thick, some were long. Some veiny, some smooth. Some white, some black, some brown. But regardless of the colour and whatever it looked like, the dynamic duo of blonde and brunette worshipped each member with their own unique brand of loving attention all the same.
Prying a big black cock from the depths of her gullet, Anya turned to her left where a Pakistani man with a beard and a manbun was patiently waiting his turn. Guiding him between her lips, she sucked him slowly, savouring every inch that the Asian man possessed. Emma, on the other hand, was a little more aggressive, attacking each escort with a ferocious and greedy blowjob style that few of them had experienced before.
“Fock me!” one man remarked. “This posh southern bird’s a fockin’ animal!”
“Rich girls are fuckin’ flith, mate,” another agreed. “Always ‘ave been.” Emma looked at him and he grinned back down at her, wagging his cock in her face. “Come on, ‘Ermione. Make this dick disappear!”
Emma obliged, performing a vanishing act on his penis that only the most talented of witches could achieve. Gripping his strong, sturdy hips, she threw herself into him with reckless abandon, impaling herself on his long flesh spear. Spit rained down from the underside, dripping from her chin and drenching her perky chest.
The man withdrew and another took his place, pushing his cock past her smeared red lips and filling her face anew. Two large hands gripped tight to her head and his hips began to thrust, driving his cock into her mouth. Every pass took him right to the hilt and she gagged obscenely as his big, thick bellend battered the walls of her gullet. Her eyes turned red and inky black tears started to tumble down her cheeks, balls bouncing off her chin as he fucked her pretty face.
But the brown-haired actress wasn’t alone in her endeavours. In fact, her blonde friend Anya was getting much the same treatment just a few short feet away. Cute face pinned to a black man’s groin, the starlet’s mouth was taking a rather furious pounding of its own, all manner of nasty, wet gurgling sounds pouring out from between her lips.
The man pulled out and another took over. Then another. And another. And another; the oral assault continuing until someone behind her fisted those long blonde locks and gave an almighty tug. A big, meaty cock popped from between her lips and her head was pulled back until she stared up at the ceiling. A quartet pushed in close, wielding their cocks like truncheons and smacking them against her face. Spit and precum peppered her skin and she squealed with joy as four fat cockheads struck her brow, thudded against her cheeks and bounced off her juicy red lips.
“Yes, I fucking love that!” the actress squealed. “Beat me with those cocks!”
Sticking out her tongue, the man in front of her whacked his bellend against it before pushing it inside and shoving it down her throat. Anya reached out and gripped the two either side of her, jerking them frantically as her face was abused.
And as one woman’s gullet was packed full of cock, another’s was swiftly vacated. Emma’s lips opened as a big black, veiny number was wrenched from her throat, soaked in saliva from the tip to the base. But the man wasn’t done with her yet, and as one oversized part of his intimate anatomy was pried from between her lips, another was quick to replace it. Resting his rod against her face, he fisted his saggy ballbag and crammed his gonads inside.
“MMPF!” Emma yelped as her mouth was filled, cheeks bulging like a squirrel with a nut.
Two heavy balls churned against her tongue as she suckled them, and that fat, slimy cock slipped and slid across the starlet’s face. Another man stepped up behind her, smacking his dong against the back of her head. Then two more appeared, one on either side; wrapping strands of sweaty brown hair around their big, girthy shafts and furiously beating off with them.
Head still tilted towards the ceiling, the man behind Anya took a step forward and pushed his cock between her lips. Holding her chin to keep her in place, her nose was smothered by the skin of his nutsack as he thrusted down into her face. Hands gripped her wrists and pulled them towards a big pair of cocks. Fingers curled around each of the long, thick shafts and she jerked those monsters in tandem.
The cock surfaced from down in her esophagus and his balls quickly replaced it, dipping between her lips like a teabag into water. Anya felt those shaven orbs stir against her tongue as she sucked them both in turn, dousing each gonad in spittle. But she didn’t stop there, and as his ballsack was retrieved, Anya limboed between the escort’s thighs, licking across his hairless taint until she found his asscrack.
“Oof! You filthy slag!” the man groaned, her slick red mouth organ slithering up into his sphincter.
Anya lips puckered at his asshole as she pushed in deep, attempting a prostate exam with the tip of her tongue.
“Wank me off, love,” the man instructed and Anya indulged him.
Gripping his rod at the base, she stroked it smoothly as she continued to rim him, tooting the trombone like she was first chair in the Royal Philharmonic.
Meanwhile, cock after cock was being stuffed into Emma’s mouth, prodding at her tonsils and leaking across her tongue. Then, as the last man popped his crown from between her lips, another stepped up in hope of some seconds. Though this time he wasn’t alone, and Emma’s eyes bulged almost comically as a pair of dripping pink bellends pointed at her smudged red mouth. Lunging forward, the swords crossed in the middle as they pushed past her lips, stuffing into her cheeks and blowing them up like a puffer fish.
The two big cocks bulged and swelled against each other, pulsing against her lips and tongue. Both dicks were simply enormous, nearly tearing her lips and locking her jaw with a double helping of incredible throbbing girth. Space was limited, but she lapped and tongued at that thick pair of dongs as much as she was able, drooling profusely and drenching both shafts in slobber.
She grabbed two others and started jerking, precum trickling across her knuckles as she stroked them towards completion. The girls had given these men a thorough going over, utilising every trick in the blowjob handbook as they sucked each one in turn. The men had withstood all they’d had to throw at them and done so admirably. But after nearly an hour of incessant sucking, tireless tugging and unrelenting rimjobs, the dozen or so studs gathered in the luxury room could hold off no longer.
First to pop was the man to Emma’s right, and the actress felt his dick spasm in her hand as she beat him off.
“Ah, fuck! I’m gonnae com!” he blurted suddenly, his accent from north of the border. “Open yer mooth, hen. I’m gonnae droon yer fuckin’ tongue!”
Dicks slid from her mouth and she turned to face him, gaping her lips invitingly. Her strokes quickened, that long Scottish cock pounding like crazy in the softness of her palm.
“Yes, do it, baby,” she pleaded softly. “Gimme that fucking cum!”
One more tug and off it went. A thick blast of searing hot jism shot forth from the hole in his prick, splattering across her tongue and setting her taste buds ablaze. The jerking slowed and the Scotsman took hold of his dick, squeezing at the tip and pushing out the last few droplets.
“Aww, fuckin’ ‘ell. Yes, come on, gel,” came a voice to her left. “Keep wankin’ me off. I’m gonna fill ya to the fuckin’ brim.”
Emma gripped his black cock at the trunk and held it steady, beating it violently with the other hand. She felt it twitch and it too exploded, blasting her tongue with a second dose of spunk. One more and her mouth was filled, three hot loads of cum bubbling between her lips like Hermoine’s cauldron.
And she wasn’t the only one with a faceful of splooge. Anya already had a nice, gloopy wad simmering away in her mouth when two big studs stepped up before her and added a couple more. Pointing their cocks at her wide open lips, both men blasted at the same exact time, almost crossing streams as they splashed the inside of her cheeks.
The girls locked eyes and closed their lips, gulping down their semen shandies in a single unflinching hit. Lips sealed tightly together, their wet, slimy tongues slithered into each other’s mouths, sharing the taste of six thick wads of spunk. It made for quite a sight and as the remaining half dozen stroked their big, fat cocks, one of them couldn’t help but get in on the action.
Pushing his rod between two plump sets of lips, he held their heads together and thrusted with savage ferocity. His dick throbbed as it plowed through the slick red passage, two sprightly tongues lapping at the veins underneath.
“Owh, bloody ‘ell!” he exclaimed. “I’m gonna fockin’ blow!”
Retracting from between their lips, the trembling escort pulled his prong like his life depended on it. Cheeks pushed together, Emma and Anya’s tongues flicked against one another as they gazed up at the man before them, four gorgeous eyes begging him for his cum. A few more strokes and he gave them what they wanted; spewing savagely and splashing both tongues with his emission.
His friends followed suit and it wasn’t long before both sets of lips were wildly overflowing once more. Pushing them together, an ocean of splooge sloshed back and forth from one pretty mouth to the other. A few stray drops spilled free, trickling along their chins and dripping down onto the carpet. Two big swallows and the sea had been drained, six warm loads now swimming in the pit of their tummies.
“Phew!” said Emma. “Well that was fun, wasn’t it, love?”
She used a finger to clean up the excess spunk splattered across Anya’s cheeks, then slid it between her lips for the blonde to suck clean.
“Mmhmm,” Anya agreed, quickly returning the favour. “Though I’m glad you came along, Em. Not sure I could’ve handled all those cocks on my own!”
“Oh, I think you’d have been OK,” Emma replied, rising to her feet. “But I’m glad I could be of assistance. Anyway, I better circulate. Try not to hog all the cocks for the entire
Anya smirked. “OK, Emma. I’ll do my best.”
A few of the guys helped her to her feet and led her across to the couch. The group shenanigans quickly resumed and as Anya straddled one of the men and another took up position behind her, it appeared that her remaining holes were now on the menu as well. Emma took one last look as her fair-haired guest vanished once more into a crowd of strong male bodies, grinning as she stepped through the doorway and back out into the hall. A few of the guys followed behind, heading into various rooms or going to see what was happening upstairs.
The screams and groans from the next room could be heard halfway down the hall (heck, they could probably be heard halfway to freakin’ London!), and as Emma poked her head around the doorframe it was immediately clear why. Stretched across the room from one wall to the next was a squirming mass of naked bodies, the likes of which the actress had rarely seen in all her years as host.
There were no guys (for now, at least), but the enormous group of women spread across the carpeted floor were clearly doing just fine without them. Bodies interlocked in all types of inventive ways, this rampant flock of party guests looked like they were closing in on the record for the largest mass orgasm as they fucked and fingered, tongued and tribbed one another into a haze of tumultuous ecstasy.
Emma took a quick detour to the kitchen and quickly returned, bottle of champagne, bowl of strawberries and tube of whipped cream in hand. She entered the room just as the final orgasm hit, each exhausted looking woman cuddling up close to about five different people at once. Emma set the strawberries and cream down on a nearby table, holding the bottle aloft as she addressed the room at large.
“Wow, ladies. You’ve really been working up a sweat in here, huh? Looks like you could do with a little cooling off.”
An ear-piercing shriek went up from across the room, so loud and shrill it nearly smashed the double glazed windows. Emma shook the bottle of fizz as hard she could and quickly popped it open. The cork fired across the room like a bullet from a gun, glass after glass worth of expensive champagne spraying out after it. Cheers continued as she aimed it this way and that, dousing each woman in turn. Some opened their mouths to catch, while others simply let it hit them, it’s ice cold temperature cooling their sweat-soaked skin. But with so much champagne flying around, things were going to get sticky and each woman promptly turned to the lady beside her, licking her from top to bottom, whether she was drenched in the priceless fluid or not.
“And maybe a little re-fueling too,” Emma added, brandishing the bowl of strawberries. “I know I could!”
She plucked a strawberry from the bowl and sprayed it with cream, drawing further cheers as she consumed the red fruit in the sexiest manner imaginable. Strawberries were passed around and so was the cream, and just a few short minutes after their latest orgasms, that big pack of beauties were up to no good once more. Elizabeth Hurley
popped a halved strawberry between her lips, sharing it with fellow MILF Kate Beckinsale
in the most intimate way possible. Jameela Jamil
laid claim to the tube of cream, dousing her large brown breasts with a mess of dairy goo for Imogen Poots
and Juno Temple
to obediently clean up.
“OK,” announced Cara Delevingne
, her loud, piercing voice somehow soaring over the litany of others, “which of you filthy tarts wants their pussy eaten first?”
“Me! Me! Me! Me! Me!” chirped Emily Blunt
, answering before anyone else could.
, Em? Blimey, love, I’ve licked your fanny five times already! What’s the matter? Hubby not up to the job?”
“What can I say, Cara? You’re just so bloody good at it!”
“Tell me something I don’t know. Alright then, babe, you asked for it. Bring it over here.”
Emily assumed the position and Cara crawled up between her legs, rolling out her legendary tongue and guiding it straight to the actress’ clit. Her talents between the thigh were already well known to everyone at the party, but there was another clit licker of far less renown that was showcasing some rather special skills of her own.
Laying across the carpet, just a few feet to Emily’s left, was the gorgeous Kate Beckinsale, and parked between her lovely, long legs was Miss Naomi Scott
, a prodigious young pussy eater who was clearly reaping the rewards of a recent celebrity friendship.
“Oh, goodness!” Kate groaned in her familiar posh southern accent. “Wow! You’ve been practising, haven’t you, love?”
Naomi looked up and grinned, lips already shining with the fruits of her labour. “You know how it is, Kate. You pick up a few things when you hang out with Kristen Stewart.”
The remaining ladies took to the living room floor, forming a heptagram on the expensive carpeting and presenting Naomi and Cara with an all they could eat pussy buffet. After Kate and Emily came Juno and Imogen, and with the sweet, sweet taste of their brunette starters still tingling on their tongues, Naomi and Cara settled in for the blonde main course.
Arms curled tenderly around Juno’s thighs, Naomi’s tongue slid smoothly across her drippy wet slit, gathering the delicious nectar as it seeped out from between her lips. To the surprise of no-one, Cara’s approach was a little more aggressive. Staring up at Imogen from between her thighs, she didn’t break eye contact for even a fraction of her second as she worked her over, tonguing fiercely at her sensitive clit. The techniques were different but equally effective, and in a matter of minutes both women were rewarded with a hot rush of fluids that nearly drowned the young duo alive.
Continuing around the circle, Jameela’s brown thighs parted like the Red Sea and Cara dove in between them, chowing down on her Asian cooze like it was the last thing she’d ever eat. Meanwhile, Jameela’s sister in skin tone was preparing for a rather hearty meal of her own. Crawling between Liz’s legs, Naomi licked her lips as she gazed forward at that delicious, ripe mature pussy, glistening between her thighs in all its seasoned glory.
Poking out her tongue, Naomi was just milimetres away from her first mouth-watering taste when a finger on her forehead stopped the Indian-Brit in her tracks.
“Uh uh,” said Liz. “Not your tongue, darling. I want to feel that pretty pussy against mine.”
Naomi had never been one to deny a woman what she wanted. Especially one as prestigious and esteemed as Elizabeth Hurley. Quick as a flash, she span around onto her knees, backing up her booty and slotting it between those nice toned thighs. Liz gripped onto Naomi’s legs, holding her tight as that juicy young snatch ground against her own.
She may have been 56 now, but the legendary actress could still cut it with the best of them. May and December bodies clamped firmly together, the UK’s premier MILF scissored her heart out with a woman half her age, matching her stride for stride. Hands clasped tight, two sets of equally perky breasts jiggled delightfully as they mashed their pussies together. Bucking into one another with everything they had, both women came at the exact same time, directing a piercing duet towards the living room ceiling.
Jameela joined them, screaming at the top of her voice as Cara’s legendary oral talents sent her tall brown body into overdrive. Six down, one to go, and if Jameela and Liz were the tasty desserts, then Emma Watson was the after dinner brandy. And as Cara and Naomi settled side by side between her wildly splayed out thighs, it appeared that everyone else in the room wanted to wet their whistles as well.
The women gathered around her, pushing in close with as much longing and desire as the guys in the previous room. Naomi’s tongue came out, setting on her clit, while Cara, ever the adventurer, moved a little bit lower, quickly finding the brunette's asshole. Emily leaned over her, kissing her ravenously, while the country’s top two MILFs latched onto her lovely tits, suckling with greedy intent. Removing her expensive footwear, Juno and Imogen licked and sucked on her painted toes, while Jameela trailed her tongue across her flat little midriff, kissing her toned abs and encircling her navel.
Emma quivered from head to toe as eight amazing women explored her gorgeous body, stimulating every nerve and fibre. Each and every tongue was nothing short of perfect; incredible in its own unique way. Naomi’s tongue was light and agile, gliding across her clit in long, wet fluid strokes. Cara’s was long and moist, splitting her sphincter open and pushing deep into her anal cavity. Liz’s and Kate’s were smooth and seasoned, swirling around her nipples in concentric circles. While Emily’s tongue was strong and aggressive, fighting and grappling with her own as it plunged into her gaping maw.
Emma groaned into Emily’s mouth as the women worshipped her, a familiar sensation building from within. Breaking free from those suction-heavy lips, Emma mewled helplessly as eight magnificent tongues licked her to the point of climax.
“Oh, God! Don’t stop, ladies. Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum!”
No words were exchanged. No conference was needed. The response was instinctive and all eight women knew exactly what to do. Naomi’s tongue flicked harder, faster; lapping at Emma’s bud like a viper. Kate and Liz sucked harder at her nipples, feeling them grow between their lips. Emily nuzzled into her neck, sucking on her soft, pale flesh.
“Oh, fuck, yes! Yes! I’m fucking cumming, ladies! YES! YYYEEESSS!”
The women stayed huddled in close, prolonging the orgasm and enjoying the effects that it had on her body. Jameela kissed along her tummy, feeling her muscles clench as the force of the climax hit her like a ton of bricks. Juno and Imogen massaged the soles of her feet, still licking her toes as they curled between their lips. Naomi kept licking her and didn’t stop until tasty, warm fluid gushed across the length of her tongue. Emily returned to her mouth, blocking the final few squeals as the body-shaking pleasure finally began to recede.
“Blimey!” Emma gasped, soft kisses peppering her neck, her tummy and the insides of her thighs. “You ladies are incredible!”
She wasn’t lying. The orgasm they’d bestowed upon her was one of the most intense she’d ever experienced, and Emma was scarcely given time to recover, before the women swapped places and set about giving her another. Tongues roamed across her body, covering every inch and paying special attention to her many, many
erogenous zones. Lips left kisses on her collarbone and neck, forming airtight vacuum seals as they squeezed against her own. Tits and toes were licked and lapped, slobbered and suckled upon. Women crawled between her legs in pairs and on their own, making the party host cum again and again and again.
Then, just when she thought her body might have run out of orgasms, a voice called out from beyond the wall of women, rising above all the dirty talk and her own euphoric screams.
“Step aside, girls.”
Emma had been so lost in a haze of passion that she hadn’t even noticed that Cara and Naomi had snuck away from the group. But sure enough, as Juno and Jameela moved from between her thighs, the light and dark duo were suddenly revealed, a pair of monstrously large dildos now strapped to their nice rounded hips.
Cara’s, apart from it’s ludicrous size, was anatomically perfect, and had it not been for the feminine curves and mouth-watering mounds of her body, it would have looked like an extension of herself. Wildly different but no less intimidating, Naomi’s fastened up fuckstick was a bright and garish purple, sporting a slender rubbery shaft and an oval-shaped head for g-spot stimulation.
Wearing a filthy grin that stretched from one side of her face all the way to the other, Cara’s fingers were curled around her big fake cock, the shaft already dripping with lube.
“Methinks the lady doth need to get fucked!”
The women cheered raucously as the strapped on beauties marched into the centre of the circle, thick plastic pricks at the ready. Hands gripped various parts of Emma’s body and dragged her to her feet. Naomi took her position on the floor, that big purple cock pointing up towards the ceiling. Emma straddled her and lowered herself onto it. Sliding down the long rubber shaft, her swollen clit pressed against the leather harness, the large oval head already serving its intended purpose. Naomi wrapped her arms around Emma’s back and hugged her close, kissing her hard on the mouth.
Cara knelt behind her and Emma moaned into Naomi’s mouth as the slimy tip of the fat plastic prong nudged up against the rim of her asshole. The slightest of pushes and in it went, the incredible girth stretching the walls of her rectum. Prying her lips from the woman beneath her, Emma’s features twisted violently as the big man-made member wormed its way inside.
“Oh, Jesus!” she shrieked, clenching her shiny white teeth. “Fuck, that’s so big!”
“Oh, come on, Emma,” Kate laughed, squatting before her and brushing locks of hair from her face. “I’ve seen you take bigger ones than that. They weren’t made of plastic, but still…”
The women around her cackled with laughter, all six of them now sprawled out across the carpet, fingering themselves and each other as they watched their host get plugged full of big fake cock.
Half of her dildo now embedded in Emma’s backside, Cara gripped her hips and started thrusting, feeding her inch after inch. Naomi joined her and soon both women were humping in tandem, boobs bouncing as the pace increased. Emma was loving every second, her body ablaze as it wedged between her guests like the meat in a sandwich. Lips sucked on her neck from beneath and behind, leaving telltale marks on her pale, smooth flesh. Hands groped her breasts and ran along the length of her back. Every so often, a loud smack echoed around the room as Cara raised a hand and spanked her hard across the ass.
Each twin thrust sent their dicks in deep, bottoming out inside her with every two-pronged slam. The design of Naomi’s dildo was nothing short of masterful, the big, thick egg-shaped head reaching in and touching every pleasure point. While Cara’s girth was truly exceptional, stretching her ass like little had done before. Another orgasm was budding within her, one that threatened to eclipse each of the dozen or so that she’d had so far.
“Oh, God! I’m gonna cum again,” Emma declared, mumbling into Naomi’s neck.
Spine-tingling pleasure was coursing through her system, reducing her to a quivering mess. She was getting fucked so good she could barely think straight, so when Cara snatched up a handful of hair and pulled her up onto her knees, the sudden sensation made her spasm from head to foot.
“What was that, love?” the model sneered into her ear. “I didn’t quite catch it.”
Emma didn’t respond- couldn’t
respond- and simply stared up at the ceiling above her as those two gorgeous women railed her into unconciousness.
“Oi!” Cara barked, pulling extra hard and nearly tearing her hair from her scalp. “I’m talking to you, darling. Did you just say you’re going to cum?”
“YES!” Emma finally responded. “Yes! I’m gonna cum!”
“Well, come on then,” Cara replied, pushing her back down onto Naomi. “Fucking cum, you dirty little slag!”
She bucked her hips harder, tearing into Emma’s rectum with ever increasing force. Naomi followed suit and soon that oval-shaped crown was hitting her g-spot with unerring accuracy, igniting yet another thunderous orgasm that ripped through her body like an earthquake.
“Oh, fuck! Yes, I’m cumming! Yes! YEEESSS!!!”
The women around her cheered as her body was overcome by violent convulsions, and she appeared to take leave of her senses as those two man-made cocks nearly tore the actress apart.
Finally, the tremors subsided and Cara prised her plastic rod from deep in Emma’s rectum. But it wasn’t over yet, and somewhere in the midst of her latest orgasm, the remaining women had rooted through the party host’s extensive toy collection and were now strapped up in wait of their turn.
“I’m going next!” announced Elizabeth Hurley.
“Me too,” added Kate Beckinsale, and in a matter of moments both ladies were in position.
Emma squatted over Liz as she took to the floor, shrieking at the top of her lungs as two of the most beautiful and inspiring women in the British Isles stuffed her body full of plastic. Gripping her hair once more, Cara pulled the brunette towards her, giving her taste of her backside as she filled the last of her holes.
And so it went on, from one hour and into the next. Emma’s body was ravaged from all sides, sealed up with prosthetic cock and pounded into next July. She’d been involved in gangbangs (with men) at parties previous and the experience was remarkably similar. The naked bodies around her. The constantly spewed filth and the hollers of encouragement. The non-stop orgasms. The large phallic objects being viciously shoved into any hole they’d fit. All that was missing was the bukkake at the end.
Or so she thought, and once everyone in the room had taken a turn in either her pussy or her ass, the strap ons were swapped for big vibrating wands, and the women gathered around her, ready to shower her body in splooge. The room was buzzing like a beehive in no time at all as eight of Hitachi’s finest were all powered up at once.
Emma was handed one of her own and she turned it up to the highest setting as an army of others hummed and whirred all around her. It wasn’t the kind of magic wand she was used to wielding, but the movie witch held it to her clit all the same, groaning along with everyone else as the powerful vibrations tickled her pinkest pleasure point.
As most in the room had predicted, it was Cara who went off first, spouting some last minute dirty talk as her own stiff nub was thrummed towards completion.
“Yeah, you want this cum, don’t you, love?” she sneered down at Emma, face and groin just inches apart. “All over your pretty face. Tell me you fuckin’ want it!”
“I want it!” Emma shrieked desperately. “I fucking want it! Drench me! Hose me down with that hot, tasty cum!”
A typically wicked grin stretched across Cara’s face, and without word the big buzzing boyfriend-replacer was pulled from her groin, a thunderous jet of crystalline fluids bursting forth from her quivering mound. Emma scarcely had time to brace herself before the hot, potent blast hit her full in the face, splashing across her tongue and wetting her nut brown hair. Returning the wand to her clit, Cara fired off a couple more blasts before finally stepping aside.
Jameela and Imogen replaced her, erupting at the exact same time and drenching her tits and midriff. Liz was next and as she pried the wand from between her legs, the legendary actress fired her fluids with practised aim, arcing a thin stream of MILF juice straight between Emma’s lips. Then someone else came, soaking her hair further as they doused the side of her head. Then someone else. Then someone else; nearly every inch of skin and hair now drenched in fiery fluid.
Emma’s body was burning, inside and out, and as Emily Blunt stepped up before her and gave her one last load, the host of the party quickly returned fire, spraying her splooge across Mrs Krasinski’s wildly spasming cunt.
Emma switched off her wand, shaking all over as she set it down on the carpet. The ladies gripped her tremoring body and helped her up off the floor, holding on tight until they were sure she could stand by herself.
“Ladies...wow!” she panted, steadily sucking in breath. “That was...just...wow!”
Cara laughed, still wearing her devilish grin as she climbed back into her strap on. “Fancy some more, love? Me and Dickie here are always ready,” she said, looking down at her big fake cock. “Aren’t we, mate?”
Emma chuckled. She wasn’t aware that Cara had a name for her favourite dildo, but honestly it didn't surprise her in the slightest. “Tempting, Cara, but I think I’ll pass. I could do with some real
“Suit yourself. Anyone else? You know I fuck better than those blokes out there.”
“You know I love that strap on of yours, Cara, but I’m sorry, love, there’s just no substitute for the real thing,” Emily declared, drawing murmurs of agreement from around the room.
Cara rolled her eyes, dismissing the comment with a sneering scoff. “Pfft! Whatever, slags. I’ll go find someone else then.”
With that, the model-turned-actress marched off into the hall, the others following her in search of dick. Some went outside, while others headed up to the second floor. Some had barely left the room before they ran into a fella or two, and almost jumped them right there in the hallway. Emma, on the other hand, continued with her sweep of the grounds, moving quickly onto lounge number three. End of Part Two