Note- Not to be confused with real life, this is a tall tale of fiction with no basis in truth whatsoever.
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October 31st, 2018. London.
Emma Watson wanted sex, badly, and right now. In contrast to her demure manner and pleasant demeanour the young woman was quite voracious for all things of a sexual nature. She had decided on whom the next lucky man was going to be, and it helped matters that he had been rumoured to be hung like a porn star. Terribly shallow of her but hey, a girl has to eat.
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The famed young actress had decided on a whim to host this years Halloween party at her apartment overlooking the River Thames. In between filming for her next movie role, another remake of 'Little Women,' the charming English rose had been studying the advancement of sexual satisfaction for females. This had led to several practical experiments that had been for the most part exceedingly rewarding. The most recent being a study of role play in situations that inevitably led to sex. The fantasy element combined on occasion by costumes or dress up allowed for a most stimulating sexual scenario.
"Not too bad if I say so myself."
Emma studied her reflection in the full length mirror and nodded in approval. The theme for the costume party was a Harry Potter one and she had chosen to wear a sassy school outfit that displayed her slender figure. Her white shirt she had unbuttoned and the tails tied in a bow just under her breasts with a skinny necktie hanging down between her cleavage. With her midriff bared her twill skirt in Gryffindor colours had a low waist and high hem that left acres of bare leg. On her dainty feet Emma wore a pair of plain black shoes and a pair of white knee high socks. Her hair was down but then she decided to put it back in a ponytail.
"This should turn a few heads." Now aged twenty eight she had happy memories of filming the series of movies based on the books by J.K. Rowling and had invited most of the cast that she could. She was especially pleased that Daniel Radcliffe had accepted as she had plans for him this very night. Emma was going to fuck his brains out!
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The whole day had been spent decorating her main room with fake skeletons, ghosts and cobwebs. Emma had hired professional help, ignoring the cost, determined as she was to give a memorable party. There were lots of chocolate treats, fudge, brownies and salted caramel apples. A sound man played familiar monster songs as the invited guests began to arrive. All sorts of inventive costumes entered and Emma rejoiced in familiar memories from the Harry Potter stage sets.
"Hi! Great to see you! Hey, how ARE you, long time no see. TOM FELTON! So glad you could make it!"
Emma proceeded to make the rounds as David Bowie's 'Scary monsters, super creeps' track came on the sound system. Then she finally saw him.
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Daniel stood slightly embarrassed in his Harry costume complete with clear lens eyeglasses and prop wand. He had a hooded black fleece robe over a black suit and a long scarf in the red and gold of the House of Gryffindor.
"Well, don't we look the perfect wizard." Said Emma as she handed Dan a glass of punch.
She flashed him a mischievous smile and locked her eyes on his. It had been too long since she had gazed into those blue eyes of his and looked upon his thick brows that fanned inward. Still with dark beard on his lantern jaw he looked older than his twenty nine years. Tonight he would be hers.
"Thanks. And where is your Hogwarts costume?"
Emma did a twirl and her twill skirt rose up and out to reveal a glimpse of her snug navy panties over her impeccable ass. He had always had a thing for her firm buns. She pouted as she stood with her hands on her hips.
"Oh? Don't you like this one?"
Daniel gulped as he had to admit that he VERY much liked her party look. His undivided attention being focused on her desirable flat stomach. Impossible to avoid his prick throbbed and he was thankful for the fleece robe. He looked at her slender, toned form and was quite taken aback. The woman had blossomed into a ravishing creature with flawless and soft skin, tiny waist and creamy thighs. He gulped down his drink and Emma took him by the elbow and steered him to the far wall.
"So, what have you been up to. I want to hear all the gory details."
The fifteen feet long table with the treats had a large punchbowl full of red dyed rum, orange juice and lime bitters with small bits of dry ice to resemble smoke rising. Radcliffe had been single for some time actually and had not been laid for months. They chatted as various other guests said hello and enjoyed the party. The two actors who had known each other for years now came to the conclusion that they wanted each other.
"I couldn't help myself, Your Honour. The skirt was so short it simply begged to be lifted."
As the pair of them stood close to the drinks table Daniel caught the bottom of Emma's skirt and raised up over the tops of her thighs and rested his right hand on her pert ass. Emma did not flinch but remained reservedly cool and collected as she bumped back at his hand and felt the frisson of a devilish thrill.
"Is it hot in here or is it just me?" He said as his ardour rose.
Emma spun around and took his scarf still around his neck and dragged it towards her thereby pulling him in close to her so that she could kiss him on the mouth. Her right thigh moved between them and rubbed on his stiffening cock.
"There IS definitely something stoking down below."
She whispered as she nibbled his lower lip and draped her arms around him. Daniel felt his jaw tense as he kissed her back on those oh so kissable lips of hers. Her hand came to his rugged beard and tickled the tiny hairs on his left cheek. Fleetwood Mac's "Black magic woman' began as Emma breathed on his ear and it was then, as he shivered in response, that she knew he was hers.
"Let's go to my bedroom." She whispered in his ear and kissed his lobe whilst gripping his hand.
They left the lively party to the tune of 'Jack the ripper' by Screaming Lord Sutch, oblivious to the other guests. Emma felt her heart race as she turned the door handle and pulled Daniel inside her room. She hit the light and revealed a room as large as some people's apartments. There were two sofa's, table and closets, a panoramic window overlooking the river and of course a king size bed. They hugged and kissed again, not romantically, but full on pornographic, tongue searching, lips parted lust.
"I've waited a long time to get you alone, Mister Radcliffe. I'm going to fuck you there, there and there."
She pointed all around the room as they embraced and he inhaled the intoxicating scent of her perfume as she reached between them and unbuttoned his shirt. She tore it down his strong biceps, kissing him the whole time as she ran her hands across his hairy chest. Her moans vibrated on his lips as his hands clutched her peachy buttocks.
"Cheeky!" She admonished him and pushed his chest.
Emma stepped back and kicked her shoes off with a flourish, followed by untying her top to let her firm little tits free. Her hands went behind her back to unzip her skirt and there she was, naked save for panties and knee socks. Daniel did not remain idle and threw his shirt off and tugged his trousers down his legs, his eyes never leaving the erotic spectacle of the hot young woman who licked her lips.
"Well, hello." Emma looked at him with just a hint of trepidation underscoring her breezy tone.
