After taking the monumental decision to step back from the limelight for a year, Emma Watson decided to study at Oxford University to gain a Master's in Creative Writing. The thirty-four-year-old famous actress, model, and entrepreneur, now had two terms under her belt and she was highly delighted at how much she had learned and experienced in that time. Even Professor Bell, her main lecturer and critic, had shown his approval of several of her completed short stories and this had inspired Emma to expand her horizons.
"By the way," said the silver-haired fellow in the horn-rimmed glasses, "the Dean and his delectable spouse would like to congratulate you in person and bring your two new chums, the Brown boy, and the skirt to a cosy dinner at their cottage."
"Sounds like it might be fun. Please tell the Dean we look forward to it."
Two months earlier Emma had met Dean Arthur Johnson in his plush office as well as his dark horse of a wife, Jemima who was a fair-haired woman in her mid-forties.
Since that initial meeting, Emma had discovered the pair had hidden lustful and debauched tastes that came to the fore very quickly after her formal admission to the Uni. Both she and her older husband had an insatiable thirst for kinky sex. And Jemima had nurtured a taste for the fairer sex, a fact that Emma had borne witness to no fewer than two times.
"So is this going to be weird or what?" asked the busty blonde who was Emma's on-again/off-again girlfriend at Uni.
The Beauty and the Beast actress looked her usual best in a mid-length cream strapless gown covered in fairy tale-style illustrations. To complete the look this evening she wore her hair tied loosely at the back. She looked at the nineteen-year-old who had embodied her sultry side with a black wrap-around dress and dark red lipstick.
"Not so much weird as weird-ish."
"That clears that up," quipped Kieran Brown as he took Emma's elbow and steered her to the cottage. "I'm not sucking any man's cock just to clarify things."
"Message understood," answered Emma with a wry smile.
Oxford is not a campus university, but 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 rented rooms there and these were but a short distance from the cottage of Dean Johnson and his swinging wife. 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 the trio at the front door in a sparkling gown in a shade of pewter. Her light hair was up and tied at the back of her head and she showed off her pearl necklace perfectly. As they were ushered in, Kieran especially noticed the middle-aged woman's unfettered breasts bouncing up and down in the front of her dress.
As before the Dean cut a forlorn figure in the background as he rotated a brandy glass in his hand. Emma always 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 leaned more to the Sapphic side of sexual relations.
"Dinner is all ready, Shall we?"
Jemima showed the guests to the dining room, seated them all, and served a pleasant meal of grilled lamb chops and courgettes. While they ate dinner, the talk was all about Oxford until Jemima changed the subject to Emma's improved writing of sex.
"Of course, the best writers of erotica all had to start somewhere. Henry Miller, Emmanuelle Arsan, D.H. Lawrence. Your work shows some promise."
"Thank you."
"The Dean and I especially like the books by the Marquis de Sade, and we prefer your more kinky stuff, my dear. You have a vivid imagination."
Emma smiled. That and an ability to recollect certain 'practical' lessons. (See part five) Jemima continued as all three paid rapt attention.
"I don't think that the general public quite understand what it's all about. They think that fetish sex is all whips and chains. Kinky stuff and something that involves pain. Not so. The art of BDSM is the thin line between dominance and submission. There isn't much pain involved except when I want to get punished. And even then, I forbid any intentional hurt."
The two ladies were fascinated by this assured woman. Her sheer presence, her breeding, and grace were all part of her appeal. From her commanding pose at the table, she demanded full attention.
"And you can play dress up too," scoffed Kieran who remained unconvinced by all the talk.
"Correct. I do so love shopping for exciting lingerie. So, in conclusion, if you will permit us, we shall endeavour to broaden your minds."
"Fine by me," said Emma immediately and Mandy nodded with a slight nervousness.
"Mister Brown?"
"Okay."
"Splendid. Now, you shall go with Arthur whilst I go with the young ladies. Catch you later."
Ever since attending University, Emma's mind had been obsessed with sexual images. Many ideas and scenarios occupied a front seat in her imagination and she was determined to record all. With her current boyfriend, she was enjoying regular sex, usually fucking four times a week. Although she always wants more. Thanks to those like Jemima she had developed an enthusiastic participation in off-the-wall swinging which led her to think, what next?
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"Not a bad fit. I heard that you were on the busty side and so to be on the safe side I chose this little number."
After a half hour of getting changed, Mandy was clad in an open cup Basque and a black, crotchless thong made of delicate power net with lace inserts at the front. Soft and stretchy all around for high wearing comfort her huge breasts were bared for all to see and white pearl chains seductively framed her 37DD-sized tits. Her shaven gash peeked out of the perfectly positioned slit in her black thong and looked incredibly inviting. She was a sexy little firecracker, a bit on the short side but those voluminous set of D-cups made up for her shortcomings. Her curly hair that to her bosom, framing her cute face.
