Oxford, 2024. About supper time.
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The sun had all but vanished in the late evening leaving a beautiful orange sky as far as the eye could see. As she crossed the Oxford University grounds, Emma Watson looked bewitching in a little black dress of extreme elegance, not to mention furiously sexy. The actress's outfit had a very low-cut neckline, revealing more than just her shoulders. And the daring short length of her dress also allowed her to show off her goddess legs. The effect of her chosen outfit and her charming demeanour was nothing short of awe-inspiring.
Perfect from head to toe, Emma accessorized her black Prada dress with a very chic black handbag and pumps with high heels and pointed toes in the same colour. After achieving global fame at a young age thanks to Harry Potter, Emma Watson remained very discreet for a long time and only made rare public appearances. And today, the thirty-four-year-old had just arrived on the eve of her first term at Oxford University.
Oxford is not a campus university, so it is not all located on one site. It comprises many different buildings, including academic departments, colleges, and halls, located around the centre of Oxford. Many University buildings, such as gardens, libraries, and museums, as well as many of the colleges, are open to visitors during the day, although please note that they may have varying opening hours, fees, and rules for groups.
Emma had left her rented rooms in a good mood as she had been invited to dinner and a Bridge night at the cottage of Dean Johnson and his swinging wife, and she had readily accepted. The Old Reading Room is an exceptionally well-presented, personal, and romantic country cottage on the site of the Uni, and has been meticulously restored to a very high specification from what was originally the old school room where local children would have practiced their reading and music. The cottage provides light, airy, and extremely welcoming accommodation set across two floors, with several traditional features balancing out a clean and modern feel.
Jemima met Emma at the front door in an extremely tight-fitting silver lame evening gown with a long slit up the left side revealing her luscious legs sheathed in gossamer black nylons. Her light hair was up and tied at the back of her head and showed off her pearl necklace perfectly. As she was ushered in, Emma noted how the teetering high heels made the massive mammaries of the top-heavy hostess bounce up and down, unfettered as they were by the braless front of her gown.
Indeed Emma had to suppress a giggle as she fully expected Jemima's huge bosom to tumble free of her low-cut bodice any second. The Dean stood nursing a brandy in the main room and wore a formal dark suit and tie. Emma wondered why the much younger Jemima had married such a skinny silver-haired man who must have been twenty years her senior. Seeing how she was highly sexed and very forward. (See part 1)
"I must apologise but the dinner and card game has been postponed. I should have informed you. But if you are willing we have a special floor show which can begin now that you are in attendance."
Floor show? Sounded a bit suspect. The older woman looked into her face with a frank sexual intent. Emma fought to keep any alarm showing and showed her hostess two rows of perfect white teeth. She just nodded as the couple motioned for her to take the stairs up one flight. They passed several pictures on the wall portraying the Oxford scene from bygone ages. As the couple vanished inside the third door down the hallway, Emma caught up with them and watched Dean Johnson seat himself in a plush upholstered armchair as his spouse beckoned to her to join them.
The room was dominated by a wing back bed which exuberated a majestic and royal aura with its beautifully winged headboard and upholstered side panels and footboard to match. The bed frame offered an aesthetic look to the interior and the wood-panelled walls gave the image of a subdued but graceful background. It was because of the deliberate low lighting that Emma did not see the three other men standing to one side in dark suits, looking like extras from the Men In Black movies.
"Emma, please meet our guests for the evening. This is William."
Jemima spread her hand to a blue-eyed, brown-haired fellow who stood about five-eleven.
"Next up is Maurice."
Maurice was a tall, youngish-looking hunk with black hair and who was perfectly manicured.
"And Jack."
Jack looked Emma directly in the eyes with an intriguing pout. At six feet five he was the tallest and his brushed-back brown hair made him seem even taller. Emma stood awestruck as the men hustled up and bumped her hips with a certain deliberation.
"Let me guess. I'm to be the floor show?"
"Precisely, my dear Miss Watson. Are you game? Did I judge you correctly? You have an unbridled lust for pleasures of the flesh. Here is your preschool gift from the Dean and I. Entertain us while you are ravished by three extremely hot studs. Discretion will be respected and when we are all done it will be as if nothing occurred."
Jemima sat beside her husband and made herself comfortable as the well-hung hired studs ran their hands up and down Emma's flanks. She in turn rubbed her hands over them as she looked at the unabashed vixen. Was this another test of her free living and previous statements about female sexuality? Emma had experienced the full spectrum of the female orgasm. She had no qualms about sleeping with others for the sake of having sex and had been bold enough to say so. She looked at the impressive line up of stunt cocks more closely and her pussy skipped a beat.
"Very well. I accept."
All the men reached out to Emma and she welcomed the many hands that squeezed and fondled her tender flesh through her light dress. The already short hem was lifted and as her thighs and bottom were pawed at her eyes an intense tingling sensation flooded her nether region. She relished being the centre of attention of so many fine-looking men, and when her dress was unzipped from behind she willingly let it float down to her heels. Left in just her underwear, Emma went down to her haunches and looked from one big bulging crotch to another.
With trembling fingers, Emma unleashed the rampant erection of Maurice and she stared in awe at his sizeable cock. He was quite large and she got the first doubt about her decision to participate in the so-called floor show. It looked ready to burst already with pulsing veins and the head smeared with pre cum.
The other two unzipped their flies and out popped two more equally big dicks. The
tallest of all the stunt cocks at six feet and more, Jack loomed over her as Emma proceeded with a hands-free blowjob as she gripped the other big cocks and wanked each in her fists. The cock of the tall fellow was an impressive eight inches and Emma had some difficulty in getting her jaw to slacken enough to take him all in. She let her tongue swirl gently and teasingly around the glans and then enveloped the shiny knob.
