Emma finally gets why Liam deserves it all

Emma Watson took a step backwards. She turned around and bent herself forward to Liam with her small butt facing him, her hands on the couch arm rest. Liam grinned as he gripped her buttocks tightly. As his shaft was wet already, he immediately slammed his whole rod in one thrust into the actress's pussy.

Her eyes widened and her lips quivered as Liam pushed his cock all the way inside of her in one go. His hands gripped on her waist and pulled it backwards with a jerk to **** them onto his rod deeper as his shaft spread her inner walls. Her eyes twitched as she saw stars in front of her and she moaned loudly as the feeling of her insides being **** apart by his cock made her cum. Liam didn't let up, and with another jerk and push, he started to use her like she was a living cocksleeve.

"Mmmm... Yeeees!! Use me, **** me!!" She screamed as she felt his hard shaft stretching her inner walls even further as his hot, hard shaft pierced deeper into her pussy.

Emma Watson's scream of declaration washed any doubt and second thought of submitting herself to Liam that her conscious, Hollywood feminist celebrity mind of her old self, may still hold. Her eyes rolled up as Liam continued to thrust in and out of her, slamming his hips hard and fast against her butt cheeks as it rippled from his powerful ****. He held onto her as she struggled to keep herself standing with her knee. He could feel her insides clench tighter on his shaft. She was squirming as her inner walls got wet, letting his shaft slide easier as his rhythm only got faster, harder, more powerful.

Her moans echoed in her room as she screamed Liam's name again, and again, "Yes! Liam!! Fuck me, fuck me Liam, yes use me like the fucktoy that I am!!" Emma Watson begged as Liam's hard, powerful thrust hit deep in her wet, twitching cunt.

"I want it Liam! Fuck my pussy raw and use me, treat me as your personal cocksleeve! Please!!" Her moaning was only met with his grunt.

Emma was in high heaven as her body, mind, hell, soul surrendered to Liam as if it was what nature intended all along for her, for women, after the Universal Realization Event. The natural, and undeniable, biological, and ingrained desire of a woman. The desire of them all to serve him, to give in and let Liam ****, use, and treat them however he saw fit.

As Liam fucked and used her for his pleasure, Emma couldn't help but think and reflect back on her past, and the world as it was, and the world as it is now, with Liam at the very top, and Emma herself, and every other women, at the bottom. Her life and career had always revolved around her feminine appeal. She always liked to play female characters who were strong and smart. The kind of role that she owed to the first movie, the one she often said how much she loved being in; the Harry Potter movies. She had always wanted to make her mark on the world and in Hollywood, making herself stand out against others to become the successful actress she was.

She always talked about feminism and how she believed that women should not be looked down upon and be equal to men, she said that women should not be judged on their body or looks, or their clothes or hair, and that a woman could achieve the same things as men, be as great as them. She even started her own movement with the help of UN, HeForShe, the very movement of why she was currently staying at the hotel, to give her speech for feminism in the middle of this ongoing UN conference. Yet here she was, the Emma Watson, the successful feminist icon, and her movement's spokeswomen on all fours, laid upon her own hotel room couch, being bent and treated like an object, a piece of fuckmeat. Every feminist’s worst nightmare.

It was such an oxymoronic contradiction to her beliefs, and yet Emma Watson couldn't be happier with where she was right now, with the thought that it was right to be here, being fucked, abused, treated and used. She couldn't believe herself, that she felt so proud to be here, being treated as a lowly fuck toy. That her own desire to submit to the only man worth submitting to, to give her whole self to Liam. It made her even happier than when she achieved success, when she won all those awards, or when she achieved any of her accomplishments in her life. It all seemed so trivial now. Emma Watson couldn't believe the change in herself and her thoughts, she never imagined that she'd love it so much more. Much more powerful, natural and true than the desire to be a powerful independent woman, all because she finally met the man in her epiphany. This moment was like a culmination of Emma's whole existence, her life finally complete as her ‘enlightenment’ was realized.

"Mmm... yes! Fuck me Liam! I'm your cocksleeve, I'm your cum toy!!" Emma screamed loudly. "Fuck your personal celebrity slut, please I'm all yours, treat me as a trashy celebrity cumrag!!" The sound of her voice echoed in the penthouse room as she kept moaning.

The lewd noise of skin slapping skin echoed in her room along with her screams and moans. The room reeked of sex, of their love juices as she dripped wet all over his cock. The room was warm with the smell of sweat as the both of them were starting to be covered in each other’s.

Liam grabbed her hair and yanked it with ****, as if trying to pull her deeper and further onto his shaft, arching her back a bit, as she struggled to stay on her leg, with her ass pointed up towards him. The tight wet pussy felt so great as he slammed himself all the way in, his balls slapped against her dripping wet cunt and clitoris, her pussy squirting her juices on his sack. The celebrity's small, yet perfect ass cheeks jiggled with every slam and impact of their bodies meeting each other. His rod spread and pounded into her wet pussy. Her moans are the only audible thing Liam could hear besides their hard impacts against each other as Emma's juices flowed down and wet their legs and her sofa.

"Now time for the 2nd load... I always wanted to try dumping my load into a celeb pussy, heh. Imagine if you get pregnant and having to explain it to the press." He laughed as his hips slammed his shaft faster into her, as if trying to penetrate her womb and to reach her core.

"Yes!! I'll do that for you! I'll do whatever you want for your pleasure! Anything you want I'll do it!! Just for your pleasure, for your desire, please I'll be your personal celebrity whore!" Emma screamed and begged. Liam just kept thrusting as she continued, "Please let me do that for you!! Mmmm... Fuck yes!! Cum in me!!" She screamed again, this time in delight.

The brunette celebrity could feel Liam's cock throb, twitching as if it was about to shoot again. She moaned in primal pleasure, drooling like an idiot onto the couch, her tongue sticking out a bit with her mouth gaping wide open and her eyes shut tight in excess pleasure.

"Sure Emma, but if you do get pregnant I'm not going to stay and be responsible, you know that right? You'll have to figure that one out alone you feminist fuck hole." He continued to slam and thrust harder and faster.

He was at the peak, he was getting closer, his second load was about to be unleashed. Emma knew the risk, the consequences, it didn’t take one of Hollywood smartest celebrities like her to know that after all. She knew that her future and her life, none of them mattered in comparison to Liam's desire or wants, it never mattered as Liam was the only one who mattered right now. All that mattered was that she was a woman, and a woman's whole purpose, her whole life's meaning was to be Liam’s plaything. An object of his whims and passing amusement, nothing more. Emma screamed in delight at the realization as her body shook from her second orgasm. How her whole existence was only worth its value in pleasing him, be it her life, her body or her fame and name, they were all secondary to the sole fact that she existed, that she was a woman.

"Yes please!! Please Liam dump your sperm inside of my womb!! Use my body, my fame, my wealth, everything! Please do it!!" She begged again in between her screams and moans, between her orgasm. "Cum in my pussy Liam!! I don't care, I just want to please you!!" Emma continued to scream out, losing her sense and rationale.

With one final push and slam, Liam buried his cock all the way in. Her inner walls clenched even tighter as his cock twitched and unloaded his cum deep inside of Emma's womb. Emma let out another loud scream of joy and delight, which was only cut off by Liam yanking her hair further, forcing their faces to meet each other in a rough, wild, animalistic kiss as they cum.

Liam's warm load shot inside her womb and filled her whole pussy with it. The sensation, the heat of Liam's cum, washed over the celebrity, she was in high heaven as she came even further. She let Liam shove his tongue inside her mouth, letting him do whatever he wanted, letting his tongue ravish her own and his hands pull her hair hard enough to feel like he could tear her scalp from her head. Her womb meanwhile, was continuously filled with his sperm, and she continued to orgasm as his cock still kept releasing the warm load.

Her inner walls twitch, milking his rod of its warm sticky substance, trying to pull all the cum Liam could provide, to swallow it deep inside her womb. The warmth, the pressure of his hot seed in her pussy. She loved it, every second of it. As his thick, gooey white cum filled her to the brim, her whole mind was going blank as Liam continued to hold her hair, kissing her mouth deeper and rougher, like he was trying to pull the breath from her body, before finally letting go.

Both of them then fell on the sofa as they stayed in each other’s arms, still connected with one another as both of them twitched and jittered. Their naked bodies were warm with the scent of sex, sweat, and musk. All of which permeated the air around them as the heat and pleasure washed over them. Their mind was in a daze. Liam could feel Emma's pussy still milking him in reflex, she meanwhile, could feel her pussy leak with the overflowing semen dripping and trickling.

"That was really the best sex of my life." Emma said with a satisfied sigh, her body and mind in bliss as her orgasm had subsided, and even then, she was still in high heaven.

She could feel the semen leaking down further, but the warm feeling inside her womb still lingered, the heat and pressure of the thick liquid still in there. Liam finally pulled out his cock and sat back up on the sofa, grabbing her black cotton panty and using it to clean his cock. He put on his pants, zipping them back up.

Emma Watson sat up on her knees on the couch. Her hair in disarray, her nipples still hard as they perked out on her flat chest. Her face and body were flushed from their wild fuck session. Emma looked into Liam's face, the satisfaction, the contentment she felt right now—in this very moment—was so immense it was hard for her to think. She heard testimony on the internet, from the women who claimed to have encountered Liam. How they all swore up and down how wonderful the experience was. That the whole world would never be the same for them. The first time she heard that, Emma could only dismiss it, despite the universal realization event and everything. It sounded so ridiculous that it was like they were lying, that they were only saying it to boost his ego or because he manipulated them in some way. It still sounded too unbelievable, too far, and too improbable for someone like her, of her stature, to meet a random man that was revealed in her head. But witnessing the whole process herself, and actually feeling it with her own body and mind, she understood what they meant now. How Liam didn't need to do any manipulating, trick, or anything really, to make her and other women feel this way. That the fact The Click happened, the fact that the women’s world changed that way, making it so he was the exception to the rule, and deserving of such exception by simply existing.

That The Click, and the realization it gave was inevitable and unchangeable. This new nature of every woman's instinct, her whole life purpose as a woman, was to willingly, happily submit and serve Liam and Liam only. It was the women themselves, the women of the world that were like her, repressing those feelings and desires ever since it happened. Because deep down, they knew Liam was the only man truly worthy of that service, the only man worth submitting to and giving oneself to, no matter who you are as a woman, your age, your social status, your job. No matter what kind of woman you are or aspire to be in life. Liam's desire and his pleasure, it was the most important, more important than their own will as a woman, more important than their life, and their everything as women.

She finally understood it all. The joy, the bliss, the contentment. Everything just made so much sense right now. Emma could barely believe herself, the Emma Watson, the famous feminist, would enjoy her defilement like this, would crave this. How her whole world view seemed to shift to such a degree, or rather she finally let herself go and accepted the newfound nature she dampened and rejected since she gained the vision. She couldn't think of any other place or time in her life that she felt this satisfied and happy. She knew that after this moment, she could never feel as fulfilled as she was right now again, unless of course she got the chance to serve Liam again in the future.

With that in mind, the naked brunette couldn't help but lean in close to Liam, and ask, "Liam... t-thank you, I know what I said before and all but... can we still do this again in the future? I'll do anything! You want me to be a footrest again? I'll do it! Anything! Just... Please... can I... can I please you again?" Emma Watson said it with such desperation as she held Liam's hand in hers.

"I- I mean... if you don't mind that is, or you're already not interested in me I’m fine with that too. But if you're still interested! I want to offer my service, just use me whenever you feel like it… Please."

"Hmmm..." Liam feigns thinking as he stroked his chin. The fact the Emma Watson, the face of HeForShe, a movement focused on 'encouraging' men to be a more feminist man, was kneeling on her own sofa naked, in front of him and offering herself, begging—asking him of all men—to use and **** her however he wanted was not lost on the both of them. The irony was just too hilarious and amazing to him that he couldn't help but enjoy every single second of it.

The moments of silence were tense and suspenseful for Emma Watson, and delectable and fruitful for Liam. He was about to open his mouth to answer when the hotel phone rang, breaking the deafening silence and tension in the air, and interrupting the two. Emma looked at the phone, wondering if she should pick it up, or wait.

The phone kept ringing and echoed through the hotel room, "You gonna take that?" Liam finally asked.

Emma Watson looked back and forth from the phone and back to Liam, she finally gave in and decided to stand up, walking toward the phone to pick it up, "Sorry..." She mumbled in shame.

Her legs trembled, her calves were all sticky and wet from their sex session. She could feel Liam's sperm seeping from her still dripping pussy, down to her bare thigh, down her calf and legs as it dripped. Her whole naked body still felt weak, the exhaustion still lingering, but she picked up the phone regardless.

"Hello?" Emma answered the phone.

"Hello Ms. Watson, this is your reminder call you asked for in regards to the HeForShe conference event. Your speech will begin in 1 hour." The person on the other side of the line said.

"W-wha—" The realization that she was so caught up and lost in the pleasure with Liam that she lost track of time finally dawned on her.

She didn't realize that so much time had passed, "Right Y-yes sorry, thank you so much I totally forgot... Thank you very much, I'll get ready now." Emma Watson hung up the phone.

The naked brunette walked back toward Liam. Liam grinned, with his hands behind his head. He enjoyed the sight of Emma's cum soaked cunt still dripping with his own white sticky semen.

"Sorry... but the event is coming soon... and I really need to take a shower now so–not that I want to be rude to you but I uh, I also want to know the answer, t-the answer to my question I asked earlier–" Emma was still red from all the things she went through with Liam.

It was hard to tell whether her cheeks were red because she was ashamed of what she did with Liam or if it was the post orgasm afterglow that made her red like that. The naked brunette couldn't find it in herself to ask again what she was trying to ask before.

"Oh sure, I still have plans for you anyw—" Liam words cut off by what can be described as genuine happy squeal and cheer from Emma Watson.

Before Liam could react the celebrity quickly grabbed Liam's hands and shook it, "Yes, yes I'll do anything! Thank you thank you so much Liam! Thank you!" Emma Watson said, beaming with a wide happy smile and a spark in her eyes.

"Oh right, I have to hurry up! But I'll do anything for you just let me know alright love!" Emma let go of Liam's hands, and ran to the bathroom to get her clothes and quickly go into the bathroom, slamming the door close behind her.

Liam shook his head a bit as he laughed at her reaction, "Damn... this is getting better and better. Why the fuck didn’t I try this earlier?" Liam said to himself with his hand on his chin as he stroked his stubble, grinning.