Reject her advances; she's not enough yet.

"I beg your pardon?" You ask, putting as much inflection of surprise into your reply as you can without laughing.

Emma blushes and frowns, clearly ashamed of her shameless advances towards a complete stranger. "I... um. Could I - oh, never mind!"

She gets up and paces across the room, chest heaving and face flushed. Her eyes flicker to your crotch as she licks her lips, then shakes her head. The poor girl must be so confused right now. As far as she's concerned, Emma has just walked into a random guy's living room, developed an inexplicable need to suck cock, and (shame of shame!) actually admitted it! What was wrong with her today?! This wasn't her! Eventually she stops pacing and plants her hands firmly on her hips.

"How long until that tow truck arrives?" she demands. "Did they give you an estimation?"

You spread your hands, feigning shame. "I'm sorry Emma, they didn't." You widen your legs a little more, and readjust your swelling erection. Emma stares, mouth agape, before turning away from you and pacing towards your front door.

She stops just short of it, incapable of leaving your house. Instead, she turns her head to look at you, conflict "Are you okay? You look a little flustered, if you don't mind my saying. Are you sure I can't get you anything to drink?" You casually rub your palm along the bulge in your pants. A dark spot appears as your pre-cum begins to leak in anticipation.

Emma doesn't reply. You're not sure if she even heard you. She stares unblinkingly towards your cock, panting like an animal in heat. Beads of sweat have sprung from her furrowed brow; her expression is one of confusion, and barely constrained arousal. She's hugging herself, small breasts rising and falling rapidly as she tries to maintain her rapidly crumbling self-control.

Her inner battle is all for nothing, of course. Before this night is through, Miss Watson will have been dragged down from her polite, classy pedestal and reduced to nothing more than a slobbering, cock sucking fuck-toy. All in good time, however. You have the pretty little starlet all night, and there's plently you could make her do for you before you allow her to satisfy her cravings.

"Please... um. I d... don't know your name?" Emma stutters, taking a shaky step towards you.

You're smart enough to avoid giving someone with the financial resources of Emma Watson your personal details, especially since you have yet to decide whether she'll be allowed to retain her memories of your little liaison. "That doesn't matter", you say. You unbuckle your pants and loosen your belt.

"Uhhh..." Emma moans, licking her lips. She takes another step. "Please... please let me..." She trails off.

Another step.

"Let you what, Emma?" you ask, unzipping your fly. "What can I do for you?"

The pretty blonde starlet drops to her knees, crawling the last few feet on all fours. Her mouth is open, her eyes glazed and face red. "Need... need cock", she pants. Her tongue parts her lips. The same lips you've lusted over and imagined wrapped around your fat cock for all these years. Her gaping mouth descends towards your straining erection, her dainty tongue coming into contact with the bulge in your pants.

It's the first physical contact you've had with your celebrity crush-cum-personal whore, and you stifle a groan.

Emma runs her tongue up the full length of your bulge, her tongue coming into contact with the skin above your unbuckled pants for the briefest of moments before she sits back and stares down at the object of her fixation.

"Please... PLEASE!" She begs. "Need... I need it. Need to suck. Need to swallow. Please. I need...." Emma plants her hands on your knees, licking and nuzzling at your barely concealed erection. She's at the breaking point.