Cum on Emma's face!

‘Hold on, sweetheart,’ you tell her, comfortingly, your cock already starting to swell. There’s a fucking tsunami of cum about to erupt, and truth be told, you wouldn’t miss the chance to cover Emma Watson’s face in your cum for anything in the world. ‘You’re so next.’

Through the lust-filled haziness, Emma’s eyes narrow. ‘I might have let you fuck me bareback, you know.’

‘Nice try,’ you grunt, the waterfall swelling up. Now you’re actually allowing yourself to cum, it won’t be held back any longer. ‘Open wide.’

Emma ignores you, carrying on with her speech. ‘You could have shot a whole week’s worth of cum into me… and then, when I got up, it would have been dripping out of my cunt. Running down my legs. Staining my nice dress.’ Your cock gives a jerk, and Emma notices. She bites her lip naughtily.

‘You want to cum on Emma Watson’s face? Come on then, you big, beautiful bastard! Cum on me. Fucking cover me. Show the world what kind of slut I really am!’

You let out a roar as cum rushes up your cock and finally explodes – but Emma keeps talking, staring up at you, never breaking eye contact as cum rains down on her face.

‘Oh, fuck yes!’ she moans, as the first rope hits her across the cheek. ‘Come on! Cum on Hermione’s face! Make her your slut! Cover her in your cum!’

Cum is raining down thick and fast, spattering Emma’s cheeks, her chin, her shoulders. It’s all over her incredibly expensive dress, running down in rivulets. It’s in her hair. And still Emma keeps talking.

‘That’s it, fucking cum on me! Cum on Emma Watson’s face! You earned it, you fucking beautiful boy – now soak your naked girlfriend!’

That’s it.

With a final, dizzying rush of cum, you empty your balls over her face; and Emma’s tongue darts out to lap it up. She rocks back on her heels as you crash down heavily into the car seat, world spinning, everything still a blur.

Everything except Emma… who looks very pleased with herself.

‘Holy fuck, Emma,’ you groan, when the world has finally slowed down enough to speak. ‘How did you learn to do that?’

‘Was it good?’ Emma asks, looking preoccupied. She wipes a little cum off her face with her forefinger and studies it thoughtfully.

‘Jesus motherfucking Christ, Emma. That was the hardest I’ve ever come. Bar none.’

And it’s true. Even your personal best jerk-off session – which damn near made you pass out afterwards – was like two virgins dry-humping compared to this.

‘Well, I… I watch a lot of porn.’ Emma shrugs. ‘I’m very glad you enjoyed it, though. I’m…’ She looks suddenly shy. ‘I’m glad I was good for you.’

‘Emma… come here.’ Emma’s face breaks out into a smile, and she snuggles happily into your lap. ‘Baby, you were perfect.’

Your hand slides down between her legs, and Emma giggles softly as you run your fingers over her wet, slippery cunt. ‘And now it’s your turn. But… here’s the fun part. You don’t get to cum until I give you permission.’

Emma’s mouth drops open comically. ‘Excuse me? How is that fun?’

‘I meant fun for me.’ And then Emma gasps, and squeezes her eyes shut, as you expertly rub her clit with the pad of your thumb. ‘I mean it, Emma. Don’t you dare cum without asking first.’

‘Oh,’ Emma pants, squirming underneath you. She’s close – desperately close, you can feel it. ‘I – may I – I mean, please may I cum? Please?’

‘Mmm…’ You consider, still rubbing her in hard, rhythmic circles. ‘No. Not yet.’

‘Please –’ Emma’s voice chokes off into a gasp as you slip a finger inside her. ‘Oh, Jesus Christ –’

‘Not Jesus,’ you reprimand her, flicking her clit softly. ‘James.’

‘James – sorry, I’m so sorry, James – just please, come on and fuck me –’

‘If you cum without permission,’ you continue, enjoying this, ‘you will regret it.’

Emma has no answer for a moment, practically writhing as you circle insistently over her clit. ‘Fuck – fuck, shit, fuck –’

‘Language, seriously.’ You push your finger in still deeper, and Emma wails, the sound music to your ears. ‘Don’t you dare! I can feel you wanting to cum. Ask first.’

‘Please,’ Emma gasps, even as her hand tries to push you away from her cunt. ‘Please, sir, if you keep doing that I’m going to cum, I can’t – I can’t help it –’

‘Sir?’ You grin broadly. ‘Oh, I like that. Ask me again.’

‘Please, sir, please –’ Emma’s eyes roll up, and she bites her lip so hard you’re almost worried she’ll hurt herself. ‘Please, please let me cum, sir, please, I’m sorry – I can’t hold on any more –’

‘Fine.’

Emma’s eyes open wide – and you smile at the look on her face, just for a moment –

Before you plunge your fingers deep inside her cunt, as deep as they’ll go – just as your thumb flicks over her sensitive little clit, once, twice, three times, hard and fast and unrelenting –

And Emma screams, properly, echoing in your ears, as her legs convulse, squeezing around your hand. You don’t let up, rubbing insistently in circles, fucking her with three fingers now, loving how she clenches around you with every wave of her orgasm, over and over again –

Emma comes at least twice before she manages to push your hand away; and when she opens her eyes, she’s still shuddering slightly, her small frame trembling, face slick with sweat and cum. As you watch, a drop of your cum runs from her hair, down her forehead, before bouncing onto her cheek. Emma doesn’t even notice.

‘Jesus… Christ…’ Emma moans, running a hand over her cunt tenderly. Then, before you can tease her… ‘Sorry, sorry, sorry… _{firstname}.’

‘That’s right.’ You smile, gathering her up in your arms and squeezing protectively. ‘Hush, now, sweetheart. You came pretty hard. Rest now.’

‘Okay…’ Emma mumbles slowly, nestling into your bare chest. Her face is still covered with a glistening layer of cum, but somehow, you don’t think she’s bothered about cleaning it off.

And only then do you remember the final thing she said; the final thing that brought you off, made you cum harder than you’ve ever cum before.

‘Emma…’

‘Hmm?’ She shifts in your arms, looking sleepy.

‘Did you… mean it?’ You cough, embarrassed. ‘I mean – if it was just – but did you mean it? The girlfriend thing,’ you add hurriedly. Jesus, it even sounds stupid when you say it.