emma

She takes a step closer, and her hand just happens to glide over the front of your pants. ‘You want to fuck me as Hermione, is that it? Grope me through my sweater? Make me take that massive cock up my uniform skirt?’

You moan, and Emma giggles, taking a step back. ‘Oh, we are so going to do this, don’t worry. I’ll have to get someone to drive it over from storage, but that won’t take too long. I kept the whole lot, you know – robes, shoes, wand…’

Your cock gives a jolt at the sudden and involuntary imagining of all the unspeakable things you’d like to do with that wand. Emma studies you for a moment, tongue firmly in cheek.

‘Thought you might like that part. Don’t worry, though, you’re definitely going to get to fuck Belle as well. I’m guessing you want me in that yellow ballgown?’

You nod, still half-paralyzed by arousal and imagination. Emma bites her lip suddenly, and you wonder whether she might almost be as turned on by this as you are.

‘So you want to fuck your very own Disney Princess?’ she breathes, a hand reaching up to massage one small breast through her dress. ‘You’ll have to teach me everything, you know. Belle doesn’t know how to fuck. She’s a good girl. Think you can be gentle? Or maybe she just needs a good hard fucking to get her excited. What do you think?’

Words aren’t really a priority right now, seeing as Emma’s small hand is squeezed tightly around your cock.

Then she lets go, and you let out an involuntary gasp. Emma looks quite pleased with herself. ‘Hermione first, though, okay? Might take me a while to get my Belle dress back.’ She grins. ‘Want to come back to mine?’

‘Yours?’ You must look shocked, because Emma laughs.

‘Come on, it’s only upstairs! Penthouse suite. The one singular perk of being stuffed in a hotel to do press for a week. I’ll just let Sarah know…’