EMMA WATSON GOES WILD
CHAPTER ONE: EMMA GOES BLACK
It was a beautiful evening in the middle of September. I was on vacation in Chicago after a long week of press conferences for my women's rights speeches. I told my agent and manager that I would be on vacation for a week to get away from everything. They booked me a hotel in Chicago and paid for my flight from England to Chicago.
I checked into my hotel room and put my stuff in the room's closet. After that, I changed my clothes and got ready to head out to see the sights of Chicago. I put on a white long-sleeved top and a black mini skirt and combed my short hair to the side with a generous amount of hair gel to keep it in place. I put on my makeup and headed off with my purse slung over my shoulder. I headed through downtown and looked at all the interesting stores and stuff. I heard footsteps coming from an alleyway. The man stepped into the light of the street lamp so I could get a better look. He was a tall black man, and he was very cute. The red tank top he wore was tight against his muscular frame and he wore black shorts. "Hey, girl," he said in a deep voice, "where are you going this late?"
"Just taking a walk," I said sweetly. "I'm Emma." I shook his strong hand with my small one. He introduced himself as Rex Sloan. "Nice to meet you, Rex."
"If you want to hang out, I can definitely show you a good time, honey," he said in a soft tone. "I live right through the alley here."
I thought about it for a moment and decided it wouldn't hurt to make some friends around here. Especially since I was going to stay for a week. "Sure," I said, though I didn't know what I was getting into. I followed Rex to a large brick building that looked as if it hadn't been used in decades. "You live here?" I said with a tone of disgust.
Rex smiled and said, "It's better on the inside, I promise." He unlocked the door and let me inside. It was a large room with a bathroom nearby. There was a stove, refrigerator and sink and cupboards in one corner of the room by a small window. The rest of the room was mostly a living room.The larger part of the room had a large black leather couch that looked to be a pull out bed. There were two leather armchairs and a large television on a stand. "Told you."
"It's really nice." I said. "Better than the outside, that is." He laughed and turned on an electric fireplace for heat. "It's a little chilly in here, isn't it?" he said. I nodded. Once the room heated up, he sighed. "Getting hot in here." I nodded again. "You can take off your jacket if you want to."
I took off my jacket and looked around. "Where should I put it?" He pointed to a row of hooks on the wall. I hung up my jacket and sat back down. "So, what do you want to do?"
"I can think of a few ideas," he said with a crooked grin. His dark hands rubbed my arms through my top and I smiled. "Feels good?" I nodded and enjoyed the gentle massage. "Relax and let things take their course."
I closed my eyes and, for some reason, my thoughts turned into something strange. I never had these thoughts about anyone before, unless you count Tom Felton when I was younger. Rex's hands were now rubbing my bare legs. "Keep going," I said softly. He didn't nod or say anything. I watched one of his hands slide up my skirt and play with my slit through my panties. "Oh, God!" I moaned. "Trying to seduce me?"
"I always get what I want," he smiled showing me his white teeth. "Trust me, you'll be satisfied." I closed my eyes again and felt my panties being removed. I opened my eyes and saw he had pulled up my skirt and was fingering me. I could feel his two fingers move in and out of my slit rapidly. "I bet you can suck dick, too."
