Note- Not to be confused with reality, this is all made up by me.
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During the short time since the end of the interminable lockdowns, due to the detestable pandemic, Emma Watson had become exceedingly liberal minded towards frank discussion, not to mention active participation, in all facets of sex. At the age of thirty, she had gained respect and admiration for her outspoken and courageous views on women's rights and personal needs. The one difference in her persistence and determination in the search for female sexual satisfaction, and her aspirations to achieve orgasmic gratification, was how she went about it behind closed doors.
Indeed it would be somewhat indiscreet in her role as a famed actress and popular fashion model to publicise the fact that she was about to participate in an all out and salacious, all girl gangbang!
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Emma and her latest steady boyfriend had been together ever since the early days of the COVID-19 sensation. As they got to know each other better, they were both still having sex with other people from time to time. This ceased when they moved in together as things got more serious. For a while they remained true to each other, but after so long in isolation due to the British Government's stay at home orders, Emma began to discuss the notion of sleeping with others.
"I mean. Did you ever read of the Eskimos for instance? It's part of their hospitality to allow their wives to have sex with strangers who happen to be passing by. The wives don't mind, the husband's don't mind either."
Leo looked up from his cell phone and shot Emma an incredulous look.
"This is New York, not fucking Greenland."
Emma shrugged and sighed with a jaded expression on her pretty face.
"Look. If we are to stay together, you have to understand we're not all about sex. We are committed to sharing companionship, responsibility, and even wealth. If I fancy a salad for lunch, or a casual fuck with somebody else, it shouldn't be an issue."
"You're comparing having a bit on the side to having a nibble on a carrot?"
"Um? Yes. Anyway, Kathy has invited me to to one of her twice-yearly girl only parties. And I'm going."
Emma's most recent friend from Long Island had indeed invited Emma back to her house for another debauched weekend. The self declared lesbian knew all sorts of extraordinary people. And most of them were eager to have as orgasmic a time as was possible.
Kathy had everything organised. She was a middle aged busty blonde with a libido big enough for two.
She had pitched an idea to Emma, and the curious scheme had both amused and intrigued the effervescent actress.
Emma's excitement was tremendous as the time drew near, and her imagination became wild with images of new and thrilling experiences.
Leo was reluctant to accept the fact that their relationship was entering a new phase, and settled back in his seat disconsolately.
"Well, I hope you have a great time."
"Oh, I will. I will."
Emma left the room and slammed the door behind her.
Leo got up and opened it again so that he could slam it shut too.
"You're such a baby!" She yelled back.
"And you're a selfish bitch!"
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The New York morning dawned warm as Emma made her way to her Manhattan gym. Here she met up with Kathy who drove the pair of them to her place in Huntington Bay. A seriously pissed Leo followed on, determined to interrupt any ideas that Emma had of enjoying a weekend of lust and frolics without him.
He arrived at the waterfront estate at just after noon, and saw several vehicles parked on the gravel drive in front of the limestone French Provencal inspired house.
As he got out of the car, he immediately saw the detested hostess waiting to greet him in her doorway.
"Oh, it's you. Er, thing. I was expecting another. What do you want, you little shit?"
The statuesque Kathy stood resplendent in all black, smoking on a cigar and tapping her six inch stiletto heeled boot.
The jet black leather set off her blonde hair, and the bitch goddess had a tight corset that fit her like a second skin, sucking in her waist, and flaring out over her hips.
The front panels of lustrous leather were close to bursting point as they fought to keep her bountiful bust in check. The tops of her long and supple bare thighs framed the ludicrously minute black thong that utterly failed to cover her shaven gash.
He had felt her sadistic wrath on more than one occasion in the recent past, and hated having to confront her once more.
"I've come to rescue Emma from you, you fucking freak."
As he angrily brushed an amused Kathy aside, he entered the house.
"She's a bit busy at the moment. She's, how shall I put it, taking care of herself."
Oblivious to the cryptic words from the slut, Leo looked around the grand hallway. To his left he clearly heard female voices and giggling. Directly to his right was a more bizarre vision.
"What the fuck!"
Leo did a double take as he came face to face with, not one but TWO, dead ringers for Emma Watson! And both were stark bollock naked! One in just a pair of black stockings and suspender belt, and the other wearing thigh high black leather boots with a four inch heel. The two could have passed for twins, and not only twins, but twin sisters of Emma!
"Oh, it's a man," said Boots Emma in a Brooklyn accent.
"Yeah. Thought this was a girl on girl thing." Said the other with a sneer.
"But, but. You're both...I mean that you, and you..."
Perplexed, the Californian looked from one to the other, his eyes lingering on their perfect derrieres, so much like his dear Emma.
"Put your tongue back in your head, buddy. Yeah, we're paid impersonators. Our agency had the best celebrity lookalikes in the US. 'Mirror Image' is the name and we cater for parties, commercials, and modeling. And not to mention those special get-togethers, you get me?"
"Yeah. We aim to create the illusion you're looking for. We have 1500 quality doubles and impersonators, and six of those are like Emma Watson."
"The hell you say."
Leo burst into the main lounge through the double wooden pocket doors. It was a gigantic room that stretched the full length of the front of the house, and at one end were two large window doors. A massive dark brown carpet took center stage, and was lined by four similar sofas. Here, he was confronted by four more exact copies of Emma. And presumably, the original, making five dopple-gangers of the famed English actress. All four had an uncanny resemblance to Emma, and like the other two, were all in the buff.
"Leo! Bloody hell! What are you doing here?"
His eyes fixated on one particular familiar figure who stood up from a three seat sofa and put her hands on her hips and pouted. The real Emma was a slender beauty who had a lovely lithe frame with shapely legs that were not too long, nor too short either. Both were in perfect proportion to her gorgeous body.
She looked captivating with a white bow around her neck, and apart from her cute white ankle socks tucked into a pair of incredible four inch black heels, Emma was in the altogether. Leo compared her trim form with the pliant breasts and subtle curve of her peach of a bottom to the others. A perfect match in every aspect.
