Disclaimer: I do not know Emilia Clarke or any of the other celebrities in this story. This is a fiction of my own creation.
Chapter One: A Very, Merry, Emilia Clarke Christmas
Spilling Hollywood secrets is something of a taboo in the industry. Especially the kinds of secrets that I will be spilling in this journal.
I’m sure you know that the industry was rocked a few years ago with the fall of industry titans whose names you already know and the uncovering of the seedier underbelly of Hollywood, but really, that was only the tip of the iceberg in terms of Hollywood secrets. Not all of them are quite as vile as those connected the the #MeToo movement, but these secrets run just as deep and have for a long time. Much longer than I’ve been in the industry.
I’ll just come out and say it. Believe it or not, most actresses that you know have traded sexual favors for prestigious roles and career advancement. Now, why didn’t all of them come forward during the #MeToo movement? Because there is a stark difference between what those awful men did and what I believe to be more of the norm. I will not mince my words when I say that there were rapists in the industry and that they needed to be exiled from our business and locked up for good. But what I believe to be a much more common experience is the entirely consensual trading of favors that has ruled the industry for a long time. Is this ethical? Perhaps not, but it is the way the industry has worked for a long time, and I don’t expect to see a change any time soon.
It all comes down to supply and demand. At every level of prestige, from the biggest awards-bait movies down to cable television, there are more people looking to get cast than there are parts to go around, and people are willing to do whatever — and I mean whatever — it takes to get them. This is the way it has always worked.
I learned this firsthand on my very first day on the job back in 2006. I came into the industry with the best intentions. I’d heard the rumors, and I knew I was never going to make anyone feel like they had to do something they didn’t want to. But I was naive and didn’t really understand the way things worked. I could say that I was not going to run a “casting couch,” but I quickly found myself faced with the expectations of the ways things have always operated. In this specific instance, an actress that absolutely everyone reading this knows came into my office and showed me firsthand the way things operated in this town.
That’s a story that I can’t wait to share with you, but I don’t think it’s the right time for that yet. But I felt like I had to mention it just to illustrate that the relationship between producers and actresses (and yes, in some cases, actors too) has always been more intimate than the public knows. Like I said, I really had no idea until I was faced with this reality, and it opened my eyes.
Ever since that day, I’ve had many interactions with many, many actresses. Some of them incredibly transactional, but occasionally some of them have been far more interesting.
And that’s what I’d like to share today in this first journal entry. Today is Christmas 2021, and I was thinking back on Christmases past and some of the incredible experiences I’ve had in my life, especially since joining the industry 15 years ago. Above all, one Christmas stands out in my memory as the greatest Christmas of my life.
It was December 2015, and I was in London for a party. No one in this industry has ever been able to resist the temptation to throw a party, and of course Christmastime is no different. But this wasn’t any ordinary Christmas party. With awards season on the horizon, this was an event meant for BAFTA members to get together and discuss the films of the past year before awards season kicked into gear in the new year. This was everyone’s opportunity to rub shoulders in a laidback way and just discuss what they thought were the films of the year.
Typically, this is not an event I would attend. While I do love a good party, I try not to make any more international flights than I have to. I’m in London countless times a year for premieres and I would be here for the actual BAFTA awards before long, so I was planning to skip out on this one.
That was until Emilia Clarke told me to go.
Now is probably the right time to say that since 2012, Emilia Clarke has been one of my most frequent — and favorite — hookups. We met just before she began filming
Game of Thrones’ third season. She came into my office to discuss why the time was right for her to begin to transition from television to the silver screen, and her, uh…
argument…was extremely compelling. It just so happened that there was a part in a movie we were putting together that she was perfect for, which I of course gave her, and she’s been grateful ever since.
It was pretty quickly that what transpired between Emilia and I went from her showing gratitude to something of a real bond developing between us. I think it was safe to say that we enjoyed each other’s company — and not just when she wanted something from me or I had something to offer her. To put it simply, the relationship between Emilia and I quickly moved from business to pleasure. I would never say we were dating — I don’t think that was something Emilia was particularly interested in, and I certainly enjoyed my freedom — but it has been nearly a decade of spending time in each other’s company.
So, that is to say, when Emilia asked me to come to London for the Christmas party, I said yes. We’d known each other for just over three years at that point, and that was long enough for me to have learned that when Emilia Clarke asks you to do something, it’s usually worth it to say yes.
That’s why not only was I in London for this party, but I had also booked a specific room at a specific hotel that Emilia had requested. I would have been more than happy to return to Emilia’s flat after the party, especially since she wasn’t dating anyone at the time. But something I learned long ago about Emilia is that she loves fancy things, and if we were going to party then we might as well do it in style. So, I booked the suite she requested.
It was a blustery, snowy day when my flight touched down at Heathrow on Friday afternoon, but the weather wasn’t so bad to affect the flight at all, thankfully. You’d think I’d be used to it flying as often as I do for work, but I still get all screwed up by a rocky flight. I collected my belongings and called an Uber to take me from the airport to the hotel.
“Oy! You ████, mate?!” a short, pudgy man stepped out from behind the wheel of a Toyota Corolla and yelled at me. I recognized him from my app as Jack, my driver.
“Yeah, that’s me. Hi, Jack.”
“Well, hurry up, you? I haven’t got bloody all day, have I?”
Had this been my first time in London, I may have been taken aback by his brash, inhospitable demeanor, but I was used to it by now. Customer service was more often than not just like that here.
The ride to the hotel only took about a half hour or so, but it was long enough to really get into the Christmas spirit. With the snow falling and the city decorated for the season, it did a lot to get me in the mood, and suddenly I was really excited for that night.
It didn’t take long once at the hotel to get checked in and make my way up to the suite on the 45th floor, and as soon as I opened the door, I knew why Emilia had picked this one out. It was incredibly nice. Nice, but not tacky. This wasn’t a suite with obnoxious excess at every corner with a toilet made of gold or anything like that, but it was certainly fancy enough. On the wall was a TV that had to be at least 100 inches from corner to corner, and directly across from it was — no joke — the largest bed I’d ever seen in my life. This thing had to be custom made; it was certainly no king. It was much, much larger. I jumped down on it and dear god was that thing plush.
I got to the hotel at 2, and I didn’t have to be to the party until 7 — I was to meet Emilia there, not beforehand — so I had some time to kill. You had better believe I made use of that TV. While the most recent movies were of course not available, I saw that the hotel had
Bridge of Spies available even though it had just been in theaters in October. I’d seen it theatrically, of course, that’s a perk of the job, but I had really been wanting to see it again, and I thought today was probably the perfect time to do so because there was a decent chance that Mark Rylance could be at the party tonight.
About an hour before it would have been time to get ready to leave, I got a call from Emilia. I’d texted her when I arrived, but other than getting a “See you soon xx” response, I hadn’t been expecting to hear from her before I got to the party, so it was certainly a nice surprise.
“When is the last time you’ve cum, love?”
“What?” I said in response, not expecting that at all. Emilia and I were really open with each other and liked to share our sexual exploits with each other, but typically those conversations came while laying next to each other in bed and not just out of nowhere on the phone.
“When is the last time you’ve cum!”
“Hello to you too!”
“████, I’m serious,” she said in a tone that made it abundantly clear she wasn’t messing around. “When is the last time you have cum!”
“Uhhhh, let’s see. Well, I’ve been pretty busy getting ready for this trip. Ummm, I think it was like five days ago?” If I remember correctly, someone had come into my office like Emilia once had, determined to show me why I should cast them in my new movie. Is it bad to say I don’t even remember who it was?
“You’re joking,” she said exasperatedly. Was she mad about this? “Don’t you dare call a cab. I’m sending someone to pick you up.”
And then she hung up.
I was aghast at this because I couldn’t really understand why not having gotten laid in the days before seeing her would be something that might actually upset her, but I knew enough to just roll with it. I would do as she said. I would get ready and not call a cab and wait for whatever was waiting for me in an hour’s time.
About an hour later, I got a call from the front desk saying that my ride was here, and when I went down to the lobby, outside there was a limo waiting for me. The driver opened up the door, and it looked like it was empty inside.
But then I got in, and I saw someone I recognized who was seated just out of sight from the door: Nathalie Emmanuel.
I had met Nathalie once before. Emilia had introduced us at a party in LA that previous summer, but after a 5 maybe 10 minute conversation, I had never seen her again.
So, all that is to say I was incredibly shocked to see her sitting there in that limo, but I was, of course, not sad to see her. She was wearing this incredible black, shimmery jumpsuit that was not at all suited to the season but made her look like a billion dollars just the same.
"Nathalie? Nice to...see you?" was all I could really say. I had to look dumbstruck as my brain was trying to process why she was here.
She just smirked at me and said "Nice to see you too. Emilia sent me," which I knew of course, but I didn't know she was coming.
Nathalie rolled her eyes at me and just laughed. God, she had a gorgeous smile.
“What did Emilia tell you?”
“Well, she said that she was sending someone and she seemed annoyed about…hang on,” I said, feeling like a complete idiot as it dawned on me what might be happening here.
She just laughed again.
“Figured it out, have you? Well, here’s the long and the short of it. Emilia has plans for you tonight, plans that she wants you to be able to last for. And having five days of cum stored in those balls of yours, just
aching to get out, well, that just won’t do. So, here I am, here to make sure that you cum before the party.”
Holy fucking shit, right? I must have looked downright comical after she told me that because my jaw was on the floor at that reveal. Like I said earlier, Emilia and I were not dating and whatever we had between us was far from exclusive. We slept with other people, we knew each other slept with other people, hell, we’d even slept with other people* together! (*Natalie Dormer, once.) But she had never, ever sent someone to me to get me off, and on top of that, I was here to see her. So to say this was extremely unexpected would be a massive understatement.
“Ummmm, okay…” I said, still trying to process what she’d just told me.
But the more my mind raced thinking about what was going on, the more sense it made. The Emilia I knew wasn’t really one who would want to settle for a quickie. Not that we haven’t had our share of them, but when Emilia wants to celebrate, that’s not really what she’s typically looking for. So, she sent Nathalie Emmanuel to do the job for her? I’ll be honest, I had no idea Emilia and Nathalie were
that close.
Nathalie smirked at me and said, “With that look on your face, for a second I thought you were about to tell me no, and that doesn’t fit with what I’ve heard about you at all, ███.”
I grinned back at her and said, “No, I expect not.”
“Emilia’s told me a lot about you,” she said, “And I’ve heard some things from some others that corroborate what she’s said.”
“Oh, no, the word is really getting out there, isn’t it?” Of course I knew this, there’s no way I could have the number of…personal experiences I’ve had with actresses and not had people gossip.
“It sure is,” Nathalie said with a smirk, “And I’ve been dying to see for myself first hand.”
By this time the limo was out into traffic, but that didn’t stop Nathalie from getting up from her seat and dropping to her knees in between mine.
“Let’s see this thing Emilia’s told me so much about,” she said as she reached for and unbuckled my belt and dropped my pants. Before she pulled down my underwear, she made a real show of groping me through my boxers. After about 15 to 20 seconds of that, I was rapidly getting hard enough to the point where it was no longer comfortable to be as confined as I was. I think this was exactly what Nathalie wanted because right after that she yanked my boxers down hard, and my cock quickly stood to attention. Nathalie must have liked what she saw because voluntarily or not I saw her staring straight at it and licking her lips. Then she grabbed a hold of my balls and said, “Oh, baby, Emilia was right. These
are full.”
I mean, what do you even say to that? I tried to come up with something clever, but all I could do was just groan. I was aching at her touch and incredibly eager for more, and she knew it.
After Nathalie got done teasing me about my full balls, which might be the most bizarre sentence I’ve ever written in my life, she sunk down a little lower, opened her mouth, and began to show just why it was her that Emilia sent that day.
I’ve been with enough different women to know there are some women who suck cock out of a sense of obligation and some who really love it, and it didn’t take long to figure out that Nathalie was clearly in the latter category. She went into giant tease mode very, very quickly, starting out by just barely flicking her tongue along the tip of my cock. Coupled with the fact that she wasn’t even touching my cock with her hands — those were gripped tightly on my thighs — the minimal attention she was starting off with drove me absolutely wild. If I wasn’t as hard as I could be already, the teases were getting me there very, very quickly. That only continued as she went from licking me to giving me a kiss, first on the crown of my cock and then down the right side, back up to the crown, down the left, and then back up to the crown. Once she was up there again, she gave me a couple loving kisses before opening her mouth and letting me sink in.
Once she took me into her mouth for real, she started out really slowly, barely taking more of me into her mouth than just the head, but she was really sucking hard on it while swirling her tongue all over. She was really, really talented, using her tongue to tease and pleasure all the sensitive areas of my head, and it was all I had not to just throw my head back in pleasure. But I was able to hold strong and maintain eye contact.
The look on her face was one of utter bliss. I don’t know if she was enjoying it more than me, but I don’t think she would deny that she was having a great time. The woman seemed to love cock, or maybe she just really loved the idea of being sent on a mission to get me off. I don’t know.
While she continued to tease and pleasure my head, I took the opportunity to start playing with that magnificent mane of hair on top of her head. I’d never been with a woman with such a luxurious head of hair before, and I couldn’t resist playing with it. Not enough women in the industry have full, unstraightened hair like Nathalie, so I was eager to get my hands in it. She seemed to appreciate having it played with because as soon as I did, her eyes really lit up. I would be lying if I didn’t say the idea of taking two big handfuls of it and slamming my way into her throat didn’t sound tempting, but that would run me the risk of angering not one but two of the most beautiful in the world, so I contented myself with just playing with her hair while she continued to swirl her tongue around my head.
After three or four minutes of this when my cock head had taken about all of the swirling action it could probably take, Nathalie started to modify her approach, taking me by surprise by taking me deeper into her mouth. First one inch, then back out, then another inch…well, you get the idea. I let go of her hair and watched as she bobbed back and forth, filling her mouth with more and more of me with each pass.
What had started as a seductive, intensely pleasurable if relatively calm blowjob had quickly turned into an oral assault with her head bobbing violently, taking me nearly all the way in and out, in and out, my cock absolutely drenched in her saliva and it dripping from her mouth and onto the floor (though she was very careful to position herself in a way so that she would not ruin her jumpsuit).
I was getting pretty close to the point of no return, so at that point she backed off and let my glistening cock fall out of her mouth. Then she winked at me and folded down the top of her jumpsuit and let her tits fall out.
"Thought you might want something to look at when you cum.”
I just laughed. “Well, you’re not wrong!” If you’ve seen
Game of Thrones, you know that Nathalie has an absolutely gorgeous pair of tits, and I very much did enjoy the chance to see them right in front of me. But see them was not all I did, of course. Once she went back to work on my cock, I jumped at the chance to start groping them.
I’ll just go out and say it. Best tits I’ve ever felt. I mean, fuck. They’re big and soft and so perky. Just an incredible pair of tits. And those nipples, god I would have loved to have been able to suck on them, especially given how hard they were when Nathalie dropped down the front of her jumpsuit. I don’t think there was any denying that she was 100% turned on.
But as soon as Nathalie had me back in her mouth, it was obvious that she had one goal in mind, and that was to make me cum as quickly as she could. What came next was one of the quickest, sloppiest blowjobs of my life. After a minute or so of that, she took her hands off my thighs and she grabbed my cock and started twisting me back and forth with both hands as she brought back some of the swirling tongue action from a few minutes prior. Another 30 seconds of that, and I couldn’t take it.
“I’m going to...” I start to say, but before I could even finish she let go of my cock and slammed me all the way down her throat, deeper than she’d taken me at any point so far, and I lost it. I started cumming five days of cum all the way down her throat, and the look in her eyes was one that said “give it to me,” and it was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen.
I couldn’t tell for sure since I was completely buried to the hilt in her throat, but I would guess that I came seven or eight shots down her throat. She never even flinched, taking it all down the hatch. Once she was sure I was finished, she once again created a ton of suction on my cock and sucked her way from base to tip until she popped off and gave my cock some fresh air. Then she opened her mouth as if to say “See? All gone!” before pulling her jumpsuit back up above her tits and sitting down next to me.
“Holy shit,” I said. “That was…”
“…Amazing?”
“Yeah, amazing. Thank you for that. I didn’t realize how much I needed that.”
“No problem,” she said. “
Anything for Emilia.” It sure had seemed like she’d gotten some personal enjoyment out of it too, but I’d be lying if I didn’t say the idea of her doing all that for someone else wasn’t the hottest thing in the world.
“Well, in that case I’m glad the two of you are such good friends,” I laughed.
“Oh, I bet you are,” she said, smirking.
We were pretty close to the party by this time, so we just made small talk for the remaining couple of minutes. It was something of a bizarre experience to go from incredible blowjob — especially from someone you’d only ever briefly spoken to once before — to suddenly chatting about
Game of Thrones and
Furious 7, but Nathalie made it easy. She was effortlessly charming, and if the promise of a night with Emilia hadn’t been on the horizon, I would have been very eager to try to spend all night in her company. I’d be lying if I didn’t say the idea of trying to get her out of that jumpsuit wasn’t incredibly tempting, but clearly that was not in the cards for that night. Thankfully, that night was not the last time I’d see Nathalie Emmanuel, but that is a story for another time.
Once we got to the party, Nathalie said, “Well, ███, it was a pleasure to share a ride with you.”
“Oh, the pleasure was all mine, Nathalie.”
“I know,” she added with a smirk.
The limo driver parked, and as Nathalie got up to exit, she hopped into my lap and started making out with me. One second I was just sitting there, and the next her tongue was all the way down my throat. I could feel myself getting hard in my pants again, and I think that must have been what she wanted because as soon as she noticed me poking into her, she hopped up and exited the cabin. What a fucking tease.
I tried to compose myself as best I could, but I had to exit the limo. As soon as I was out, I saw that Emilia had beaten us there and was waiting for me at the entrance. Nathalie must have given her a look as she walked by because I could see Emilia looking at her with a knowing smirk on her face.
But then she saw me, and that smirk turned into a full on beam of excitement. And I returned her beam with one of my own. There she was, and she looked incredible.
I mean, Emilia always looks incredible, but I loved the dress she was in. A pink dress that went nearly all the way to the ground but with an incredible “V” in the top half that really showcased her luscious cleavage. Having some idea as to how I thought the night would end up, I couldn’t help but think about how quickly those straps would be easy to remove to get her undressed as quickly as possible.
I made my way over to her, and the first thing she did was pull me in for a kiss and say, “So, how was she?” Of course this made me turn beat red, but I said she was wonderful and thanked her.
Emilia gave me a look that said she was incredibly pleased with herself for what she had orchestrated there, and I kind of just melted on the spot under that trademark Emilia Clarke smile. I was putty in her hands, and she absolutely knew it. She took my arm in hers and we started to make our way into the party. Then she said, “Unless I’m very much mistaken, I would swear I could have tasted you in your mouth just then. Did she…”
“Yeah, she did,” I laughed. “Right before we got out of the limo she jumped in my lap and shoved her tongue down my throat.”
Emilia belly laughed at this. “That naughty little slut! I just said suck you off, not make out with you!” Then I gave her my theory about wanting to make me walk out into the party with a hard-on, and she laughed even harder. “That certainly sounds like the Nathalie I know. See, I knew you would like her.”
As we walked into the party, I pointed out some of the decorations and the massive Christmas tree, and she said, “Is this your first Christmas in London?”
I confirmed that it was.
“Well, wait until you see just how big we do Christmas here. You’re never going to want to celebrate anywhere else. Just you wait, I’m going to make sure this is your best Christmas ever.”
“I’m with you, aren’t I?” I wasn’t just buttering her up. I meant it. We weren’t dating, that’s true, but I couldn’t think of anyone else I’d rather spend the holiday with.
“That you are,” she said, giving my arm a squeeze. “But the night is only just beginning. Just you wait and see what I got you.”
“What, something besides a ride with Nathalie?”
She just laughed and gave me a wink and then gave me the international “my lips are sealed” gesture, so I knew not to push it any further.
“Come on, there are so many people here that I want you to meet,” she said as she begun to pull me into the party.
Of course, I knew a lot of the people here. Many I knew about as well as I knew Emilia, from a certain point of view. Or, to be more specific, about as well as I knew Emilia after our first meeting in my office. I’d worked with many actresses at this party, and many of them were just as eager to get into one of my movies as Emilia was a couple of years ago.
But there were others I’d never worked with, many of whom I’d never even met. Now, this part is going to sound incredibly conceited, but given what my life had been like for the last half decade at least, I don’t think I’m puffing myself up to much to say that there were many women here who would have jumped at the chance to get me to go home with them in hopes that I'd land them the next big project that everyone would be talking about at this very party this time next year as the role that might get them their BAFTA or Oscar.
I don’t say this to inflate my own ego, but I do think it’s important to illustrate how Emilia was parading me around that room. Like I said, there were a lot of women here would have loved to have gotten their hooks into me — especially actresses who have had some success on British TV but haven’t really crossed over into Hollywood yet — but I was on
Emilia’s arm. The look on her face was clear: I was her’s tonight, and they couldn’t have me.
And
that was the ego boost for me. Not the looks others were giving me. The looks of jealousy they were giving
her.
But not everyone there was like that, and those people weren’t the ones she wanted me to meet anyway.
Like Karen Gillan, for example. When Emilia saw her, we quickly made our way over. This was actually the first time I'd met Karen, and I think Emilia wanted to introduce the two of us to see how I might react when faced with another charming, ridiculously attractive woman. Karen was something of a test, I think. Had Emilia let me out of her sight, I probably would have not been able to help myself pursuing Karen that night. She looked absolutely fucking amazing.
She was in one of the greatest outfits I’ve ever seen in my entire life, though I still don’t quite get how Karen didn’t freeze to death on the way there. She was dressed in a shimmering black outfit much like Nathalie had been, except for while Nathalie was in a pantsuit, Karen was in a something of suit jacket that basically didn’t have any pants, just fishnet leggings.
When Emilia introduced us, she could tell just how much I wanted Karen. She knew me well enough to see it in my face, even through what to nearly anyone else would have been a pretty convincing poker face. She didn't outwardly show it, but I know Emilia loved that I wanted Karen but couldn't have her.
I didn't get any vibe from Karen that she could tell what was going on here, though, she was just cracking jokes and being her utterly charming self.
“Karen, I’m always telling Emilia just how much I love your horror movie Oculus from a couple years ago,” I told her. “But I can’t get her to watch it with me.”
“Not after you told me about that one scene, I’m not!” Emilia exclaimed.
“Which scene?” Karen asked.
“The one with the l-”
But Karen didn’t let me finish.
“The LIGHTBULB!” and then she burst out laughing. It was a loud, room filling laugh, and it gave Emilia the chance to lean in and whisper something in my ear.
"Would you rather have those legs wrapped around you or up on your shoulders?"
I nearly choked.
There’s no way Karen could have heard her say it, and her head was rolling back with such uproarious laughter, she probably never even noticed Emilia lean in towards me, if only briefly so.
Was Emilia upset with me for looking at Karen? Was this punishment for her seeing how much I wanted Karen in that moment? Or was she just trying to rile me up, using this as additional foreplay for whatever she had in store this evening?
Either way, it worked. I could feel myself once again getting a little stiff in my trousers, and Emilia knew it. She gave a quick little smirk and then went back to talking to Karen about the movie as if nothing had even happened.
A few minutes later, Karen had to excuse herself to go to talk to someone who had just walked into the party, and Emilia began to scan the room to find someone to introduce me to next.
While she was looking, I leaned in close and whispered, “Around my waist, but I wouldn’t say no to up on my shoulders either,” and she just gave me an innocent look that said, “Hmm?” as if she had no idea what I was talking about.
A few seconds later, she turned to me and asked, “Have you ever met Jenna?” while gesturing across the room to Jenna Coleman. I told her that I hadn’t to which she said, “Oh, you have to meet her. You’ll love her,” and then she pulled me across the room over to her.
Before we even made our way over to Jenna, my eyes absolutely lit up at the sight of her. She looked amazing in the red dress that she was wearing. It was very tastefully low cut and tight fitting; her shimmery brunette hair looked gorgeous the way it sat upon her collar bone, and the way the dress clung to her body really accentuated her full breasts and wide hips. Once again, I had the thought that if I wasn’t there with Emilia, Jenna was someone I would have definitely had my sights on.
Once we were over there, Emilia introduced the two of us.
“It’s nice to meet you, Jenna,” I told her.
“Likewise!” she said before turning to Emilia and saying, “This is the producer you were telling me about, correct?”
“Oh, yes, that’s him,” she said, turning to me with a smile. “I told you I’d make sure you met him one day. I’m sure he’d love to, uh,” she said, pausing and giving me a cheeky grin, “‘Work’ with you.”
“Emilia!” Jenna said in shock, but the way the two looked at each other, something told me that this was not the first time they had ever said discussed this. It was all over Jenna’s face.
“Well, of course it would obviously be my pleasure to work with you, Jenna. You should contact my office if you’re ever in LA,” I said, trying to at least outwardly keep this conversation somewhat professional. I didn’t want to give Jenna the wrong impression, as much as everything Emilia was inferring really was filled with a lot of truth.
“Oh, it would be your pleasure all right, just ask Sam Claflin!” Emilia said with a very naughty look on her face that Jenna returned with a dangerous “don’t say another word” look of her own.
I knew that the three of them had worked together on
Me Before You early that year, but it wasn’t due to be released until the following spring so I hadn’t seen it yet.
“Oh, come on, Jen. Lighten up. Who cares if you spent more time in Sam’s trailer than your own?”
Jenna just went pink at this. “He’ll get the wrong idea,” she said, looking at me.
“Him?” Emilia said, laughing. “Most of ███’s time on film sets is spent in trailers other than his own, and he would be the very last person to judge. Honestly, it’s
fine, Jen. You and Richard [Madden] had just broken up. Who cares if you had some fun at work?”
“Well,” Jenna said with a look on her face that was clearly embarrassed yet with a hint of warming up to the idea of this conversation, “If you’re going to talk about that set, you might as well give him the whole story.”
I looked away from Jenna and cocked an eyebrow at Emilia. She looked from Jenna to me and back to Jenna, and said, “Alright,
fine. Jenna wasn’t the
only one in Sam’s trailer,” she said rolling her eyes, but the part of me that knew Emilia well knew that she wanted to tell this part of the story most of all. “I spent some time in there too. Or should I say, the
three of us spent time in there together.”
Now, if that wasn’t an image. Damn. What I would have given to be a part of that set!
“I have to be honest, ladies. I’m going to have a very difficult time keeping my mind on the movie when
Me Before You finally comes out!”
The two of them laughed, and I couldn’t help but join in.
“Especially if they keep in that scene of the two of us together in bed!” Emilia teased.
“Didn’t you tell me that the two of you are playing sisters?” I asked her incredulously.
“Honestly, Emilia, you’re going to give him the wrong idea,” Jenna said.
She wasn’t wrong. As innocent as the scene of the movie where the two of them were just laying side by side was when the movie eventually came out, my mind couldn’t help but see it a completely different way.
“Oh, sorry to scram on you, Jen, but I just saw someone over there that I have to introduce ███ to.”
“That’s okay. It was nice to meet you, ███.”
“Likewise!” I said, reaching into my wallet to pull out my card and hand it to her. “Give me a call when you’re in LA and we’ll see if we can set up a proper meeting.”
As soon as Jenna had my card, Emilia was pulling me the other direction towards someone else.
“Who are you…” I asked Emilia as she pulled me along with her.
“You’ll see.” But the room was crowded, and I couldn’t tell who our destination was. Then all of the sudden she stopped, tapped someone on the back of their shoulder, and then they turned around. Wearing lovely blue, flowery dress that showed off her arms and legs was none other than Maisie Williams.
“Emilia!” she said with clear excitement in her eyes. “I didn’t know you were coming! Merry Christmas!”
“Merry Christmas to you!” Emilia said in return, pulling her younger co-star in for a hug. “I wanted to introduce you to ███ ████,” she said, gesturing towards me.
Maisie’s eyes went wide with realization. I should have known from what Emilia had clearly told Jenna about the two of us — much less the experience I’d had earlier that night with Nathalie — that she wasn’t exactly shy with people she worked with. But it still took me by surprise to see the look in Maisie’s face. She had just turned 18 that April.
“Oh. Hi!” Maisie said, holding out her hand. I took it and gave it a shake. “Emilia’s told me all about you.”
“Only good things, I hope.”
“Oh, yes. She speaks
very highly of you,” Maisie added with a giggle.
“It’s true,” Emilia said while beaming in my direction. “I do.”
I mean, fuck, right? What an ego boost.
“I’m glad you made it tonight, Mais,” Emilia told her.
“Oh, you know I’m not missing a party,” Maisie laughed, and Emilia laughed back with her.
“That is very true. Tell ███ how much you love parties.”
And then Maisie started to tell me a few stories about her experiences at parties of all kinds. After parties,
after-after parties, parties she crashed on university campuses…and all of them had one thing in common. What I had assumed to be a very innocent teen standing in front of me seemed to be far from the truth. Even if I didn’t get every detail from Maisie, what I heard was enough to tell me that this was a girl who liked her drugs, alcohol, and more drugs and that she tended to go
hard.
When I say I didn’t get every detail, that’s not to say that Maisie didn’t share them. She very well may have, but very shortly into Maisie’s stories Emilia decided that it was the right time to lean in and whisper into my ear again, and what she told me made me utterly incapable of hearing a word that came out of Maisie’s mouth.
“You’re taking her anal virginity tonight.”
Honestly, it was hard to see straight after that. But I was pretty sure Emilia was messing with me just to make me really react in front of Maisie, and I was determined to keep my cool. So I made it look like I was listening, which I really was trying to, but it was hard to think about anything else other than a naked Maisie Williams in my bed with my cock fully embedded in her ass.
I think Emilia could tell that I wasn’t really listening, because before I knew it, she had her arm around mine and was leading me away from Maisie and across the room towards someone else.
I gave her a look that tried to say, “Was that real?” but once again she reacted as if nothing had even happened over there, so I was pretty sure that she was just trying to keep me worked up. I would be lying if I said it was not effective. She’d known that I thought Maisie was cute, and she was using that to her advantage.
This night was turning into quite the evening of Emilia going full force with every method she had of teasing me, and I was loving it.
Or I had been, anyway. It was to my horror when I realized who she was pointing me towards next. Standing across the room in the direction we were walking was Emma Watson.
I think the reason we were heading towards Emma was that Emilia wanted to take the tension from the chat with Maisie and ratchet it up a little. She knew that things between Emma and I were awkward, to say the least, so what time better to drop me in a situation like that than right after my mind had gone blank with dirty images filling my brain?
I suppose I should offer a bit of context. Emma and I had a night together the previous year, and Emilia knew all about it. Like I said, we enjoyed sharing stories like that with each other. This was a time when Emma clearly really wanted my assistance in boosting her post-Potter career, but a project never came together. I tried to avoid situations like that because there tend to be a lot of hard feelings going around when it doesn’t work out. That’s not to say that everyone that I’ve slept with have ended up in my movies; there’s just too many eager people and not enough parts to go around. But for it to happen with someone of the level of fame of Emma Watson is a situation that I try to avoid, and my assumption was that it wasn’t something she did all that often to begin with. Maybe I’ll go into more detail at a later date.
“Hi, Emma,” I said when we were finally face to face. I have to admit she looked gorgeous in the white off-the-shoulder gown that she was wearing.
“Hi,” she said, her voice not trying to hide that she was not pleased to see me.
“Merry Christmas.”
“Thanks.” It didn’t escape me that I didn’t get a season’s greetings back in return.
“Well, I have to get going,” Emma said. “Nice to see you, Emilia.”
“Yeah, likewise. Have a great holiday, Emma.”
And then Emma walked away without even looking at me.
What’s ironic is that if the three of us were in the same room today, it’s Emilia and Emma who would be the least pleased to see each other. There is bad, bad blood between the two British beauties, but once again, that’s a story for another time.
As we were standing there — myself shell shocked and Emilia utterly amused with herself — someone came over that I was very thrilled to see: Felicity Jones.
This I was really excited about, not just because Felicity is smoking hot — and that went doubly so tonight as she was wearing a gorgeous, knee-length blue velvet dress — but because as a big
Star Wars fan I couldn't wait to see
Rogue One in about a year's time.
“Felicity!” Emilia said, giving the future Jyn Erso a hug. “It’s so wonderful to see you! Do you know ███?”
Felicity was looking me up and down, “I think we met in passing in February at the Academy Awards,” she said, “But other than that all I have to go off of is stories, whispers, rumors.”
“All good, I hope?” I asked.
“Depends on your definition of good, I guess,” she said with a smirk.
“Touché,” I said laughing. “But I have to tell you since I didn’t get a chance after the ceremony last year. I was sad to see you lose the Oscar. You were absolutely sensational in
The Theory of Everything. That movie does not work without you, and honestly I thought you were so much better than Eddie. He owes you that Oscar.”
“You’re sweet,” she said, smiling. “But there was no way I was taking down Julianne Moore. Bloody powerhouse performance in
Still Alice. I’ll work my whole career and never be as good in anything as she was in that.”
I laughed. “That’s fair, she definitely was amazing. But you have one thing that she doesn’t: you’re the lead of a
Star Wars movie.”
“Guilty as charged. But the way this thing is going, I don’t know if that’s a blessing or a curse.”
“Oh no,” Emilia said. “That bad?”
“It’s a bloody mess. Gareth wants one thing, Lucasfilm wants another, Disney wants a third. We’ve gone through so many different rewrites, I don’t know if this thing will ever be watchable. You’ve got me playing completely different versions of the character in different scenes that were filmed at different times, it’s going to be a real laugh seeing how they stitch this thing together.”
“Yikes. That sounds like a mess,” I said. “But that’s Disney for you.”
“True. I don’t know what I was thinking.”
“Oh, I know what you were thinking,” Emilia said. “A fat lead in a
Star Wars film salary is what you were thinking.”
“And those residuals,” I added. “God, you’ll probably be able to live off them forever.”
“Well, yeah, I suppose that’s true,” Felicity said with a sly grin. “There
are benefits.”
“Like a cast of just you and a bunch of hunky men on set with you?” Emilia added with a smirk. “I bet you all have a
great time on set.”
She made sure to nudge me in the ribs as she said that. I never asked exactly what she meant, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t instantly imagine the entire male cast all packed into Felicity’s trailer at the same time.
“It’s…not a bad set,” Felicity said. “Though it can be a little tough given that not everyone speaks English.”
Emilia gave a wicked grin at this. “Guess, you just have to find other ways to communicate, right, F?”
I think Felicity picked up her meaning because she gave a shocked face, and said, “God, Em!” but gave me a wink that Emilia couldn’t see.
It went on like this all night. Emilia took me from gorgeous actress to gorgeous actress, and for every last one of them she either whispered filthy, nasty things into my ear trying to get me to picture these women at their sluttiest or just straight up alluded to it in front of them. I think the goal was clear: she was trying to work me up like she’d never worked me up before. It was excruciating, but it also made me as horny as I’d ever been in my entire life.
After about three hours of this, Emilia said, "What do you say, love, think you’re ready to leave?" Of course I was ready to go. I was ready to go the second I saw her in her dress, and that was before tonight’s tour de force of teasing that Emilia had just given me.
“God, yes, please, let’s get out of here,” I said. “I don’t know if I can take any more of this. I need you.”
Emilia’s face looked at first extremely pleased with herself, but then she wiped her face clean of all satisfaction. Then she gave me the most innocent smile she's ever given me and said, "Well, I better go grab Maisie, then."
Holy fucking shit. Emilia had put a lot of ideas in my head that night, but the Maisie one…fuck. Was this really happening?
I just stood there in stunned silence as Emilia, for the first time that night, left me all alone and went across the room over to the bar where Maisie was seated. My eyes were totally glued as Emilia went up to Maisie who had this guy all over her up at the bar. Emilia snuck up behind Maisie, whispered something in her ear, and I could see Maisie’s face change entirely. Then she got up from the bar, said something to the guy that made him look like he’d just been punched in the face, and then Maisie and Emilia started walking my way.
I would have given anything to have heard exactly what Emilia had said to Maisie to get her to join her at that moment. I don't know why Emilia didn't take me with her over there, but maybe she really did want to give Maisie a chance to say no to whatever Emilia had told her was about to happen.
What I think is undeniably clear is that whatever Emilia had eluded to earlier by saying “Just you wait and see what I got you,” if she’d meant Maisie by that, she hadn’t made that plan with Maisie beforehand. Emilia had to have been flying completely by the seat of her pants, so confident in her power of persuasion that she could get the universe to bend to her will.
And just for me.
“We’re ready,” Emilia said the instant they made their way back to me, and then they each took my arm and I walked them out of the party to the jealous stares of all the men in that room and half the women too.
On the way out, we passed Nathalie. She saw us heading out to the limo that we’d arrived in, and she said, “Well, there goes my ride,” and gave me a wink. When I was more naive, I might have said, “I hope she got home alright,“ but I would not be at all surprised if home was not her intended destination that night.
Once we got to the limo, I opened the door to let the ladies in before me. Once I followed them inside, I noticed that Emilia had moved up to the spot where she could put up the privacy screen so the driver couldn't see what was about to happen, and as soon as she did that Maisie jumped in my lap and started making out with me. I had been a little worried that things might get a little awkward at first given that I didn’t know what exactly Emilia might have told Maisie or if the thing she had whispered in my ear was precisely what they had agreed on, but all awkwardness went out the door the second Maisie had pounced.
She was a great kisser. I’ve had more tender kisses in my life, but Maisie was clearly extremely hungry that night, and it was hot as hell having her attack me right there in that back seat, shoving her tongue down my throat. And all the while, Emilia was sitting on the other seat staring at us and grinning. I don’t care if you’re an exhibitionist or not, but there’s really nothing like the feeling of watching someone you care deeply about watch you with someone else.
This went on for several minutes. Maisie attacking my mouth, me groping her body as she sat in my lap, Emilia watching the two of us all the while.
After a few minutes, Maisie jumped off my lap and sat down next to me and started to go for my belt. I think Emilia would have been content to let us make out given the ride was not too long, but once Emilia saw what was happening, she jumped up and sat right between us, moving Maisie away from me. "Oh, no you don't. Not yet!"
I was so pissed. My cock had been aching for attention all night. I mean, it had been over three hours of teasing at this point, and I was ready for something, anything. And Maisie was ready to give it to me, but Emilia said no.
But she saw my face and knew how pissed I was, so she said, "Here, this will keep you two occupied," and pulled her straps down and let her tits free. So, of course I went straight for her left tit and Maisie the same on her right.
She wasn’t wrong about it keeping us occupied, and I think we were both more than content to keep sucking on her tits like we’d never seen one before in our lives. Licking, sucking, groping, even making out in between them. And if you’ve seen
Game of Thrones, you know that Emilia has absolutely perfect breasts. Perfect handfuls and so soft with the most suckable nipples you could ever ask for. She absolutely loves having them sucked too. It wasn’t long and she was moaning loudly with pleasure, and though I couldn’t confirm it at that moment, I knew Emilia well enough to know that it made her soaking wet.
And you know the saying "time flies when you're having fun?" Well, it wasn't long and we got to the hotel. We pulled in, and Emilia quickly pulled up the straps of her dress. Not a second too soon either. Moments later, the driver had opened our door, and we quickly filed out of the limo. I took Emilia and Maisie’s arms in mine once more, and we made our way into to lobby. The look on the face of that driver was one I’ll never forget. I’ve never seen someone more jealous.
Once we were inside, we quickly scrambled through the lobby and into the elevator. Once we were inside, Emilia told Maisie “45th floor.”
And while Maisie was pushing the button, Emilia dropped to her knees, whipped out my cock, and started blowing me right there. I probably do not need to clarify this point, but she did not need to do anything to get me hard. She started by taking me deep, all the way down to the base so she could cover me in her spit, and then she pulled back out to work on the head while she pumped the base with her right hand.
It’s safe to say that Maisie was absolutely pissed when she turned back around and saw what was going on, which I think was what Emilia wanted. I honestly couldn’t have told you if blowing me was more for my benefit or more about teasing Maisie. Either way, I was not complaining. But Maisie was. She was just staring there absolutely fuming at Emilia.
After about a minute — maybe 45 seconds, it’s kind of a blur — the elevator arrived on the 45th floor. When the elevator dinged and the doors opened, Emilia got up off her knees with catlike quickness, grabbed Maisie’s hand, and pulled her out of the elevator. I was left there hanging with my cock pointed straight out into the hallway. Thank god there was no one out there waiting to go down.
I quickly stuffed my cock back in my pants, and if I was uncomfortable before that, it was nothing in comparison to how it felt to stuff myself back into my pants at maximum hardness. I would have loved to just made the sprint to my room, but nothing says Merry Christmas like being arrested for public indecency.
The ladies didn’t have a key for the room, so I had to let them in. And when they walked in, Maisie kind of forgot about me for a second as she was blown away by the incredible suite, and Emilia took the opportunity to pull me in close for a kiss. After about 15-20 seconds of tasting Emilia’s sweet lips, she learned in close and said, “Enjoy,” and pushed me towards Maisie.
I picked up Maisie to take her over to the bed, and she immediately put her arms around my neck, her legs around my waist, and began sticking her tongue down my throat again. Then I threw her down onto the mattress and climbed up and started making out with her again while Emilia gave us an assist by removing Maisie’s shoes. Maisie was moaning hard into my mouth while I kissed her, and I knew that she wasn’t going to be content with making out for long. Truthfully, neither was I.
After a minute or so, I scooted my way back down the bed, hiked up her dress a little, and found her panties. I went to pull them down, but they were soaked through so completely that my fingers had a hard time even grabbing hold of them. Eventually I had to resort to slipping my fingers underneath the straps around her waist because at least those were dry. While this was going on, Emilia had dragged over a chair to sit by the side of the bed and just enjoy the show Maisie and I were about to put on for her, so once I got those panties down Maisie’s legs, I tossed them over to Emilia so she could see the fruits of her efforts.
“You did this,” I told her, and she gave me a very satisfied smile in return.
Before I’d seen how wet Maisie was, my plan had to been to simply get her ready, but clearly that wasn’t going to be necessary. That said, once I saw her gorgeous, obviously freshly waxed pussy, I knew there was no way I could resist making of meal of the treat laying before me. So, of course, I dived right in, and what a Christmas meal it was.
“Oh, fuck,” she said as my tongue touched her.
Never in my life has my Christmas stocking been full of candy sweeter than how Maisie tasted, and I licked all up and down her entrance to lick up as much of her juices as I could. This made Maisie moan like crazy, and the more she moaned, the more hungrily I ate. The more hungrily I ate, the more she quivered.
And so it went for a blissful few minutes as I used every trick in my oral tool belt to bring her as close to orgasm as I could. Licking, flicking, sucking, tongue penetration; I gave her everything I had. I’m not going to say my oral talents are top tier — in fact I’d be willing to guess of the three of us in the room, I was the least talented in that area — but clearly I was not bad either. It had been my plan to not let her orgasm and make her do that on my cock instead, but the wetter she continued to get and the sweeter she tasted, the more I knew that I had to feel the rush of her juices flood my face.
“Oh, goddddddddd!!!!!” she finally yelled as her dam began to burst and she exploded all over my face while I lapped up all of the juices spilling out of her vagina. “That was fucking amazing.”
After she was finished, Maisie collapsed back onto the bed, and I went over to kiss Emilia so she could taste Maisie for herself.
“God damn,” she said after our lips touched. “She
is sweet.”
“I would have let you taste for yourself, but I kind of got lost in the moment,” I laughed.
“You certainly did,” she laughed. “But I don’t think Maisie minded.”
“Not at all,” Maisie laughed. “I fucking needed that.”
“Speaking of needs,” Emilia said, “I think I know what you need,” she added with a wicked grin before reaching for my belt and undoing my pants.
Once I was out of them, I climbed back on the bed. Even though I had been occupied for the last several minutes, I was still as hard as I’d ever been in my life, so I climbed on top of Maisie and got ready to enter her.
“Wait,” she said.
Wait? Seriously?“I want to taste it first. I neeeeeed to taste it.”
Well, when she put it like that. Who was I to deny her request?
So, I got off of her and backed up enough to give her room to flip over. Once she was off her back and onto her knees, she quickly pulled her dress up and over her head so that she was completely naked. I marveled at her petite, firm body. She was in great shape, and while her breasts were small, they were so firm and cute. Had the promise of a blowjob not just been put on the table, I would have been all over them.
I was kneeling on the bed at this point, and once the dress was all the way off, she got on all fours and took me into her mouth. You know how I said that Nathalie took her time and savored the experience? That apparently was not Maisie’s style. She was clearly an extremely greedy cocksucker. There was not a lot of tongue action in her blowjob, but what Maisie lacked in technique she made up for in pure, unadulterated hunger.
“Jesus Christ,” I said as I felt the beginnings of her oral attack. What more could I say?
Typically when a woman is treating me with their mouth, I try and do them the courtesy of looking them in the eyes, but I found that hard to do with Maisie. For one, she was staring at the cock she was devouring, not my face, and for two, with Maisie’s ass presented like it was as she was positioned on all fours, I couldn’t help but stare at it with the thoughts of what Emilia had promised earlier floating in my brain.
I was especially glad at this point that Emilia had sent Nathalie my way to get an orgasm out of me earlier that night; the way Maisie was attacking my cock with her mouth and throat, there was no way I would have lasted. This was a sloppy, sloppy blowjob, and I think it would not at all be wrong to say that what she was doing was fucking her own face with my cock. It was truly a sight to behold, and her tight throat was going to make me nut if she kept this up for too long.
“Oh, god. Ohhhhhhh, fuck!”
I believe that thought was running through Emilia’s head too, because after about 90 seconds of this, and once she saw my hips start to thrust into Maisie’s face, she got up from her chair and pulled me away from her younger co-star.
“I don’t think that’s where you want to cum, is it, love?”
“No,” I said with a grin, and then she started to undress me. First she undid my tie and flung it across the room. Then she slipped off my jacket and tossed it on the floor. Finally, she started to unbutton my shirt. With each button she undid, she gave me a kiss down my chest, each one leaving a lipstick mark, from collarbone to crotch.
I think the subtext was clear. She was marking me as her own, and anything I did with Maisie was because she allowed it.
Once she had me naked, she said three little words that will never leave my brain for as long as I live.
“Take her, baby.”
So, of course I did just that. I immediately flipped Maisie back on her back and mounted her. And good god was she ever tight. Even as wet as she was, she was far too tight for me to slide completely in with one stroke.
“Ho-ly shi-it,” she said as I entered her. “You’re fucking huge!” I don’t really think I am, but I think Maisie would have felt anyone was massive with as tight as she was, so I’m sure I absolutely felt as huge as she thought I was.
There’s no understating how wet she was, though, so it wasn't long before I was able to open her up enough to take me all the way down. And once that happened, I was able to slide in and out, in and out, at a rapidly quickening pace. It had to quicken up because it was almost like as soon as I slid out her pussy was trying to grab me back in. It clearly was not just her mind that wanted me, it was all of her down to a molecular level. This was a woman who wanted to get fucked, and I was more than happy to give it to her.
Maisie was a short woman, but she wasn’t so short that when she wrapped her legs around my back that I didn’t feel the squeeze as she brought me closer. I kissed her on the lips as I continued to slide in and out with increasing ease, and she seemed to be liking the relatively slow pace as we started off tenderly.
After a minute or two of this, I could feel an orgasm building inside her, and I think getting closer was giving her less and less control of her legs. Before long, their vice-like grip around my back had lessened, and I took the opportunity to change my position slightly, getting myself ready to quicken the pace. I grabbed her arms and pinned them to the bed right above her head. Then I pulled nearly all the way out of her before slamming all the way into her as hard as I could, the sound making a loud smack as our bodies collided.
“Ho-“
*smack*
“-ly”
*smack*
“shit!”
*smack*
*smack*
*smack*
“Fuck.”
*smack*
“Me.”
*smack*
“HARDER!”
*SMACK*
I pulled completely out of her, and let go of her arms. She looked at me a little confused, but then I grabbed her legs, hoisted them up on my shoulders, and re-entered her. With this new position of leverage, I was able to get deeper into her pussy than I had before, and I doubled my efforts on pounding her into the mattress.
All the while this was happening, Emilia was sitting in that chair watching us. Briefly I looked over at her and saw that he hand and slipped under her dress and into her panties, but other than a quick look at her proud face, I was not able to spend much attention at her. I really wish I could have, because watching Emilia watch me was, if only for a few seconds, one of the hottest things I’d ever seen.
About a minute or so of this, and Maisie reached another orgasm. This one was much more powerful that the first one; she came on my cock and she came
hard.
After she came, I pulled out of her for a few moments to let her catch her breath. She was panting hard at this point, and really I had gotten pretty close to cumming in her tight pussy myself, so I was grateful for a little bit of a break.
After Maisie had a minute or two to catch her breath, Emilia gave her one simple direction.
“Maisie, flip over.”
Maisie was a good girl and did as she was told, and I don’t know exactly what Emilia had in mind, but once I saw her puckered asshole staring at me, I dove in face first. I don’t know if this was what Maisie was expecting. Maybe she was expecting me to stick it back in and fuck her from behind, I don’t know. But as soon as my tongue hit her ass, she was moaning once again. This moan was a little different from the one she’d made when I was eating her out a little while ago. That one was intense and needy, but when I stuck my tongue in her ass, something about the moan was much more primal. It was hot as fuck.
Emilia didn’t let us go at this for long. After a minute or so, she asked Maisie if she was ready.
“YES! Fucking finally, please. I thought you might have changed your mind.”
Well, that cleared that up. Maisie
did know what Emilia had in mind.
As soon as Emilia got that confirmation, she jumped up from her chair and ran into the bathroom. When she came out, she was holding two things in her hands: a huge towel and a truly massive bottle of lube.
She laid the towel on the bed and asked Maisie to get on all fours on top of it. Once she was in position, Emilia absolutely coated Maisie’s ass in more lube than I’d probably ever seen poured at one time in my life, and then she did the exact same to my cock.
“Stick it in,” she told me.
I was ready to try, but honestly I had no idea how it was going to work. When my tongue was in Maisie’s ass, it was clear that she was exceptionally tight. If she’d had as much as a toy up there previously, I would have been shocked. But I was going to do what Emilia told me, so I lined my cock up with Maisie’s ass.
At first, it seemed like it was going to be impossible. It was like trying to poke a sword into a brick wall. I pushed and pushed and pushed, and her asshole just wouldn’t take me.
“Maisie,” Emilia said with as sweet of a voice as she could muster. “You’re going to have to relax. Just breathe and relax. You can do this.”
“Okay,” she said. “Breathing. Relaxing. Try again.”
After about five minutes of breathing, relaxing, and a little bit of finger penetration from Emilia to try and get her used to opening up, I was able to finally slip half the head in, and then a few seconds later, her ass swallowed the whole head.
“AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!” she screamed in pain.
I quickly pulled out. “Are you okay?”
“Yes! Bloody hell that hurt. Do it again!”
I laughed. “Okay, here goes,” and then I stuck the head back in.
“Jesus Christ this is huge. How do you do this, Emilia? This feels like I’m gonna die!”
Emilia just laughed at her and encouraged me to try and fill her up some more. She kept the lube coming, pouring more and more of it in as I pushed in and out, probably no more than a half an inch at a time. While Maisie’s ass took more and more of me, Emilia told her that she was a good girl and that she could do this just like her. It was so hot seeing Emilia directing the show like this, and I was determined to get my dick fully sheathed in Maisie’s ass if that’s what Emilia wanted.
After maybe five minutes of this, Maisie tapped out and said she needed to stop.
“It’s not going to fit, that thing is going to rip me in two.” We had gotten about half way at that point, and honestly she may have been right. It didn’t feel like I was going to be able to fit any more of myself in there. She was just too tight.
So at that time Emilia whipped off her dress and said “Let me show you how it's done,” and then she got on all fours next to Maisie.
Now, Emilia is so used to anal sex that when we normally do it, we don’t even typically use lube. If she’s given me a blowjob or if I’m covered in her pussy juices, that’s usually enough to get me to slide into her. So the fact that I was already covered in lube? That meant I was able to slide all the way into Emilia’s ass on the first try, and Maisie just looked on in awe. I think that made her determined to take it all, because she was watching the immense pleasure on Emilia’s very expressive face, and I could to tell right then that she knew she wanted that feeling for herself.
After about 30 seconds, Emilia and I got into such a groove that I was able to start giving her a pure animalistic pounding, and after a minute of that Maisie yelled, “PLEASE LET ME TRY IT AGAIN!”
I pulled out of Emilia and pushed as hard as I possibly could into Maisie’s ass. I couldn’t believe it, but I was fully sheathed.
“HOLY FUCK!” she yelled. “THAT’S SO DEEP OH MY GOD. OH MY FUCKING GOD!”
I just held it there in her ass for a moment to let her adjust, and she just kept on freaking out the whole time.
“Oh fuck, oh
fuck, I can't believe it's fucking all the way in, Jesus fucking Christ!”
Any other day and Emilia might have been pissed at me for leaving her without permission, but she had flipped onto her side and was just watching the two of us, beaming as she listened to Maisie freak out next to her.
After giving Maisie about 20 seconds to adjust to the feeling of having a cock fully embedded into her ass, I pulled back slowly so that just my head was in, and then I slowly pushed back until she had me all the way once again.
And let me tell you, this felt amazing. I’ve had the pleasure of being inside many women in my life, and no one has ever felt as tight as Maisie did.
It didn’t take long and I was able to pick up the pace so that I was fucking her ass for real. Maisie’s screams turned into moans, and I could tell that she loved the feeling as much as I did. So much so that after two minutes of this, she had her third orgasm of the evening. She came hard, and I think that gave me the permission I needed to realize that I was close to my own and that I had no interest in holding off any longer. So, I pounded her hard for another minute or two, and then I hit the point of no return.
“Oh, god, Maisie!” was about all I could get out before I buried myself completely and absolutely unloaded what felt like a truly massive load deep inside her ass. I had to shoot six or seven ropes into her.
When I backed out of her, I could see that it was as big of a load as it felt. It started to leak out of her, and Emilia was quick to get behind her and eat as much of the load as she could straight from her ass. Of all the hot sights I’d seen that evening, that may have been at the top of the list.
“How was it?” Emilia asked her as soon as she’d finished cleaning her up with her mouth. “Everything you’d dreamed of?”
“God, yes, that was amazing. Now I know why you love that so much. Thank you!” Maisie turned around and kissed Emilia.
“You’re welcome,” Emilia said between kisses, “but since you’re the one that got to have all the fun,” she added while looking at me in a
really? look that made it clear she wasn’t expecting me to cum without letting her have some fun too, “I think it’s time for you to pay back my generosity.” Emilia then laid down on her back and directed Maisie to her — in contrast stark contrast to Maisie’s — very hairy pussy.
What followed was Maisie and Emilia absolutely going to town on each other. I got the sense that this was a first for the two of them too, so I got a firsthand view of them exploring each other’s bodies and learning how to make each other cum. After about a half hour, maybe 45 minutes of the two of them fingering, eating each other out, and even 69ing right in front of me, I was ready to go again once more.
Once Emilia saw that I was throbbing again from watching them, she looked at me and said “My turn,” crawled over to me where I had been laying down watching them, and mounted me. Emilia riding me was something I was very used to, but that didn’t make it any less of a pleasurable experience, especially after the night she’d put me through. As she rode me, we were kissing, I was sucking her breasts, and it was almost as if Maisie wasn’t even there. It was just the two of us doing the thing we’d gotten so very practiced with in the years leading up to this.
After almost 10 minutes of this, she was ready to return to doggy style, her favorite position. So, she got off of me and got on all fours, and I entered her from behind. After so long of her doing all the work, I was ready to really give it to her. I’ve been with a lot of women, but there is truly nothing like plowing Emilia Clarke from behind. The way she arches her back so that her ass is accentuated in the best way, the way her pillowy behind ripples as you smack into it with each thrust, there’s nothing like it.
After about five minutes of me plowing Emilia from behind, I think Maisie was starting to feel neglected because she got down on all fours beside her co-star and gave me a look that said “I know you want more of this.”
She wasn’t wrong.
So, I pulled out of Emilia and started fucking Maisie. I don’t think Emilia was pissed, especially after I re-entered her about 30 seconds later. I kept this pace up, 30 seconds with Emilia, 30 seconds with Maisie. 30 seconds with Emilia, 30 seconds with Maisie. 30 seconds with Emilia, 30 seconds with Maisie. On and on for about 4 more minutes, and then Maisie said, “Go back in my ass this time,” and who was I to disobey that request?
And what a different experience it was than the first time I tried to enter her. I didn’t even have to use lube as the lubrication from the two co-stars pussies was enough for me to slide right into Maisie. I fucked her in the ass for like 30 seconds like that, and then when I went back to Emilia, I went for her tighter hole too.
So on I went, back and forth, asshole to asshole, fucking them harder and harder with each switch until it was abundantly clear that I was going to have cum. I told them it was going to happen, and they took one look at each other and it was like they read each others minds and jumped off the bed and got on their knees in front of the bed.
“███, cum on our faces,” Emilia said.
“Yes! Give us that big fat load!”
Well, I don’t know that it was going to be all that fat given that it was my third load of the night, but I was happy to oblige them either way. I had about two big shots left in me, one for each of them, and then about two more tiny ones and then I was finished. I collapsed back onto the bed, fully and completely spent.
“Fuck.” That’s all I could say. “That was…”
“Amazing,” Maisie added. “Absolutely amazing.” Then she turned to Emilia and said, “I see why you like him.”
The three of us just laughed.
Even laughing at that point was extremely tiring, so I fell back onto the bed and just stared at the ceiling for a little while. I heard the girls get off the floor and go into the shower, and after a much longer time than it would have taken to get cleaned up, they emerged from the bathroom.
“All yours!” Emilia said, and exhausted, I picked myself up off that bed and made my way into the bathroom.
After what I would say was a normal amount of time for a shower, I came back into the bedroom to see a naked Emilia Clarke on one side of my bed and a naked Maisie Williams on the other side.
They were not going to make this easy for me.
Thankfully, they didn’t seem to have anything else in mind because when I climbed down in between them and laid down, they each put a head on my chest and we fell fast asleep.
I’ve never felt more like a king.
The next morning I was woken up to the feeling of two sets of lips on my cock, and if you’ve never experienced that, it’s a pretty good way to wake up, I have to say.
A short while later, the three of us — none of who really needed a morning shower given the fact that we’d only gotten cleaned up mere hours ago — made our way into the bathroom and took a very lengthy shower. It seemed like the girls kept finding a way to get more dirty in there, and I certainly wasn’t resisting any of it.
Once we finally got out of there more than an hour later, Maisie said she had to go, so we kissed her goodbye and sent her on her way.
“It was great to meet you, Maisie. I hope we see more of each other.”
“Oh, as long as Emilia doesn’t mind, I’d love that.”
“Of course! You can have him whenever you want!” Emilia laughed.
“Good. I want to introduce you to Sophie,” she said as she walked away, making my mind absolutely race at the possibility.
The rest of the weekend was something of a blur. Emilia and I didn’t leave that hotel room for the next two days, and we thoroughly explored every nook and cranny of that place. We may have even turned the TV on once or twice.
Eventually on Sunday afternoon, it was time for her to leave.
“This was…amazing,” I said, staring at her. “The greatest weekend ever.”
She just beamed at me. “Anything for you. Merry Christmas, baby.” I pulled her in for a kiss, and then she was gone.
I thought back to what she said at the beginning of that party, and she was right. One Christmas in London, and I never did want to spend it anywhere else ever again.
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