"Let me cum"

“Not yet.” You say, holding the vibrator so close to her clit that it’s difficult to even see the separation. You can tell that she wants to move forward, just a fraction of an inch so that she can get her release. She’s close, so close, her skin flushed and her pupils dilated. “I’ll keep you on the edge for a while longer.” You can see that Emma wants to say something, possibly to complain, maybe even to beg, but she doesn’t. “Come on, Emma. We’re going for a walk.”

She stands, her hand moving to adjust her dress, but you catch her wrist. “Oh, no. None of that, Emma. Stand still with your hands out to your sides.”

She hesitates, but she sees you moving to shock her and obeys. Her eyes are wide, nervous. You’re hard enough that you’re surprised your trousers aren’t ripping.

You remove her dress carefully, making sure not to touch her pussy. She isn’t going to come, not yet. She’s wet enough that there’s juices running down her thighs. “Now, get on your hands and knees. We’re going for a walk.”

“What?” Emma said.

“You heard me, we’re going for a walk.” You move closer, so that you’re towering above her. “Now get on your hands and knees like the bitch you are.”

She swallows nervously, and does so, looking up at you anxiously. You gesture towards the door. “Go on.”

Emma moves slowly and awkwardly, but you don’t care. You can see her pussy glistening slightly, and her tight little ass which you are definitely going to be enjoying later.

She gets to the door and turns to head for your room. You shock her, and she squeals, writhing on the floor. “Did I say we were going to my room? We’re going to enjoy the view.” You chuckle. “Or I am.”

You tell her to move over to the railing to the edge of the ship. “Stand up.” She does so, glancing at you warily. “What do you think of the view?”

“Um… it’s very pretty.” Emma replies, not really looking.

“Why don’t you examine it a little closer?” You say. “Lean out over the railing.”

She looks confused, not sure what’s going to happen, but she does so, grasping the railing as she leans over. You shock her again, and she cries out, gripping the railing so hard that her knuckles go white. “Don’t hold onto the railing. Just lean over until you think that you’re about to fall.”

“No! That’s dangerous!” Emma responds instinctively.

“No, Emma. What’s dangerous is not doing what I tell you. Besides, you like being on the edge, don’t you?” You smile cruelly. “Besides, I won’t let you go over. Not yet.”

She doesn’t want to, you can tell, but she does. She doesn’t have a choice.

“Move your legs apart.”

You can see her tense as she realizes what’s about to happen, and she hesitates. This time, you don’t shock her – you just raise your hand and bring it down hard on her ass, the impact making a loud crack that echoes around the deck. The impulse is enough to almost knock her overboard, and she reaches back and grabs the railing instinctively. After a moment, though, Emma moves her legs apart and let’s go, stretching over the side and presenting her glorious backside to you, your red handprint imprinted on her flesh.

You unzip your trousers, letting them fall down by your ankles. At the sound of the zip, Emma tenses, ready for what she knows is about to happen. She doesn’t look around. You grab her hips, and she flinches, but you hold her tight. After all, you don’t want her to go overboard.

Despite herself, she’s still wet, and you rub your rock-hard cock against her lips. She shivers – and then she cries out when you suddenly plunge all the way into her, bottoming out. She convulses, but she has enough presence of mind not to grab for the railing.

You move out of her slowly, so slowly that it’s almost agonising, and you hear Emma moan. With one hand, you let go of her hip and reach down and rub along her pussy lips, lubricating your finger. She moans again and inadvertently twitches.

With your freshly lubricated finger, you gently circle her asshole. She gasps. “Please, no. Not there.”

You slam into her again. “You’re not really in a position to make demands, Emma. You’re just a bitch. My bitch. I can do whatever I want to you, again and again, and there’s nothing you can do. If I want to fuck your ass, then I will. I can make you beg for it, if I want. You can’t say no, not here.”

So saying, you push your finger into her ass, and she grunts. You’d been hoping for more of a reaction, but she seems to be biting her lip. Whether it’s to stop herself from saying something else or for another reason entirely, you don’t really know. You also don’t really care.

“Why don’t you ask me again not to fuck your ass, Emma? Ask me nicely. Beg. If you beg me to fuck your pussy, to fuck you until I cum, then maybe, just maybe, I’ll leave your ass alone.” As you speak, you move your finger around in her ass. In response, she tightens involuntarily around your finger.

“Please.” She says, through gritted teeth. “Please, sir, please fuck my pussy. Fuck it until you cum.”

“It’s all you're good for.” You comment. “You’re nothing but a cum bucket.”

“Yes, sir, that’s right. I’m just your cum bucket.”

“Well, then, we’d better fill you up, hadn't we?” You say conversationally. You pull your finger out of her ass and grab her hip again, and you’re fairly certain that you hear a sigh of relief – which is good, because it means that she doesn’t have any breathe to scream when you begin to mercilessly fuck her, sliding out and slamming back in again with all your strength. You hold onto her hips so tightly that you can see the skin going red around your fingers, but you don’t care, you just slam into her over and over again, the sound of your bodies colliding echoing around the deck. You see some people look over and nod approvingly.

Emma seems to get her breath back and screams – you’re not sure whether it’s in pain from your thrusts (you’re hardly being gentle) or because she’s enjoying it. You don’t really care either way, because the fact that you’re brutally fucking Emma Watson is great, and the fact that her pussy is wet and tight is even better.

After a while, she stops screaming and begins muttering, just an endless stream of “Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.”

Then, to your surprise, she cums. Hard. Her pussy, already tight, contracts around your dick until you barely move and fluid gushes out all over you. “Well well well. Look who’s a good little cum bucket.”

“Thank you.” She says, her voice barely above a whisper.

“What was that?”

“Thank you, sir. Thank you for letting me cum.”

“You’re welcome, bitch.” You slowly slide out of her. “I hope that makes up for the next part.” You pause. “Actually no, I don’t. I don’t care.”

Then you push the head of your heavily lubricated cock against her asshole, forcing it in.

“No! No, you – aargh!”

“No, I didn’t promise anything. I said I might not fuck your ass... but really, there wasn’t a chance of that happening, was there, Emma? You're just a cum bucket, after all, so I can cum wherever I want. And I want to cum in your ass.”

If you’d thought her pussy was tight, it was nothing compared to her ass. It might have been because she was instinctively trying to stop you from getting in, or it might be because no one had ever been in there before, but it’s tight enough that it almost hurts. Not that you care, of course. The fact that Emma writhes helplessly while you impale her is more than enough to make up for it.

You go a bit slower now – you had been pretty close to cumming – and you stake the opportunity to reach up and start playing with Emma’s tits. You pinch one of her nipples roughly, and she grunts in pain but otherwise doesn’t react – she seems determined not to give a reaction. You shock her, and she squirms as electricity runs through the collar at her throat.

You don’t stop shocking her. You just slide into her ass, squeezing her tits as she writhes in pain. The shock is enough to stop her from making noise.

Then, suddenly, you cum. Shot after shot of semen erupts into her ass. You pull out slowly, watching as it leaks down onto her pussy. You stop shocking her, and she goes limp, panting.

You call out, so that anyone else can hear. “There’s a free cum bucket over here. Her ass is lovely.”

As you move away, looking for someone else to have fun with, you see a few of men moving towards Emma. You pause, watching as they roughly begin spit roasting her, before wandering off.