Note- I have no idea of what Emma gets up to in her private life. This is just speculative fiction for amusement.
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England, 2024.
Famed actress, model, and entrepreneur, Emma Watson stunned university students as she started her Master's degree by appearing at the student's formal admission to Oxford University. The thirty-four-year-old singleton looked delighted
in her long black gown with a black ribbon and a white blouse. She had recently announced her intention to undertake a Master's in Creative Writing at Oxford starting in September.
The well-liked mega-star had previously studied from 2011 to 2014, splitting her time between working on films and continuing her education, graduating from Brown University with a bachelor's degree in English literature in May 2014.
That year, she was appointed a UN Women Goodwill Ambassador and helped launch the UN Women campaign HeForShe, which advocates for gender equality.
She had also dedicated her free time to researching advanced female sexual satisfaction and the pursuit of the orgasm. Inspired by conversations with Gloria Steinem the unattached and bi-curious English rose had become seriously interested in the cause and had experimented with some exceptional results.
Only her closest and trusted friends knew that the slender beauty had learned to love her body and considered herself to be 'self-partnered' meaning she was pleased with her single status and played the field. She had been seduced and fucked by both men and women alike, sometimes separately and sometimes together. She had been the seducer and adopted a dominant role over men, and had willingly given herself up to others to use and abuse her. Sex was as important to her as much as anything.
And she hoped to live it up at Uni!
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The Dean is in charge of the discipline of the College's members. In particular, the Dean is concerned with matters of policy and with the College's rules, which are set out in the College Handbook. The College also has an Assistant Dean and four Junior Deans. The role of the Assistant Dean is focused on managing day-to-day issues.
A month earlier Emma had met Dean Arthur Johnson in his plush office as well as his charming wife. Jemima was a fair-haired woman in her mid-forties who had a mature glamour with only a hint of laughter lines on her unmade face. She stood behind her husband with a hand on his shoulder and with her brooding eyes fixed on Emma who sat opposite.
Slightly uneasy with the formality, Emma sighed as she looked her usual elegant self in her halter dress which featured a subtle beige trim. She wore soft rosy makeup, black liner, and a powder-pink manicure. Her medium-length hair was styled in a timeless half-up, half-down style and adorned with a sweet black bow on the back.
"We're simply chuffed that you have chosen to study here, aren't we Jems?"
Emma kept a fixed smile as she was formally greeted before the first term of the year.
"Oh, yes. Very chuffed. We seem to know you despite never having met you in the flesh."
Jemima's face lit up as her lips lingered on the word flesh. She came around from the other side of the large desk and stood behind the still-seated Emma.
"Yes, we're all excited," continued the silver-haired Dean. "I've made it clear to the other students that you're not to be bothered in any way because of your fame and that you just want to study."
"Thank you, Dean."
"Quite. And I shall make it my task to ensure you have a smooth induction into Uni ways."
Jemima ran a hand through Emma's newly highlighted golden brown locks in a conscious intimacy that was not entirely appropriate.
"I'm just so glad that I did from all the media attention because I have this feeling of having my own voice and creative space and sovereignty in some way that I don't think I did before. More autonomy if you know what I mean."
"Of course, and l shall see that you get what you want. Trust me."
The wife of the Dean moved back behind the desk with what Emma could only describe as a suggestive facial gesture.
"Some of the graduate students are housed in some of our most historic buildings including Old Old Hall and New Old Hall. There is a range of small to large, A to C grade rooms. I've given you one of the best A-grade suites with ensuite bathroom facilities. These buildings are arranged in a more typical 'Hall of Residence' format and contain small pantries with basic kitchen equipment which are typically shared between 5 to 8 residents. The bedroom is a large size with space for studying, sleeping, and relaxing. The charge will be £303.20 per week."
"I find that most acceptable. May I ask if I may have use of the library before the term starts?"
Jemima gripped her husband's shoulder and he nodded.
"I don't see why not. Knock yourself out, my dear."
"Thank you both. I'll just go and settle in."
"See you soon," winked the fair-haired and dissolute Jemima.
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The newest library, which opened in 2019 was designed to be zero-carbon and features a stunning sculpture carved into the stonework of the external walls, designed by artist Susanna Heron. By bringing student spaces closer, the work has ensured that the historical Canterbury Quad is once again central to college life, rather than just being visited by tourists.
Emma had looked forward to this for months and found herself a chair at a desk opened up her iPad Air and loaded her rough drafts of poems and stories. The vast place was deserted and the faint trills of birds high up could be heard. She had not even opened her luggage after checking out her rooms and she wore the same outfit she had stepped out in for Milan Fashion Week which consisted of an oversized white knit sweater with a mock turtleneck. Her navy mini skirt was decorated with large gold buttons, and on her feet were a pair of nude heels with pointed toes. The actress had her golden brown hair down in loose waves about her shoulders.
Alone with her thoughts, the cheeky minx embraced her quenchless appetite to write about the female sexual experience and gratification, using some of her own experiences as a guide. She opened a folder on the screen to search for one almost-finished chapter and read what she had written so far.
"I ignored her plea to continue as I sought Sophie and reached out to hug her close. I found her hot mouth and let my tongue stroke hers as she gleefully parted her lips. She gasped into my mouth as I moved my hand to her left thigh and lightly brushed her soft flesh. As she purred in delight she gently slipped two slender fingers inside my pussy and teased my moist labia. We both became quite animated as we fingered each other, tottering on our ridiculous heels in the middle of the room.
My breathing became deeper and I just nodded as my cunt contracted around her delving fingers. Sophie mirrored my hand cupping her mound and we came nipple to nipple and kissed. Then I felt another come behind me and press themselves to my bare back and start to thrust their hips forward. The motion made Sophie probe even deeper inside me and my wetness dripped down my right thigh.
Katie nibbled my earlobe as we all three humped against each other with me as the filling in the girl sandwich. Evanna meanwhile had slid down onto her knees in front of me and was moving her tongue up my thighs towards my bald mound. As Katie pawed at my tits from behind I looked down at the blonde head between my parted legs as Sophie eased inside my steaming cunt with her tongue. My legs felt like water and my knees buckled with unbridled rapture and I was glad of Katie holding me up.
