Note- This is a work of fiction based on those in celebrity. And does not portray any actual real life events.
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Scientific research into female pleasure has stepped up in recent times, with studies being carried out globally. In particular, examining those practices needed to achieve sexual satisfaction.
Emma Watson, that successful actress and model, had taken the subject seriously enough to get personally involved.
The astute and inciteful actress/model, had seen research results from the last five years that showed women were less satisfied with their sexual activity than males. Less pleasure, less arousal, and fewer orgasms. Emma had decided to try to stimulate those females who needed inspiration by publishing erotic fiction.
This is her fifth, combining personal memories and pure fiction under her pen name of Emma.
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'Abstinence makes the heart grow fonder'
Of course, you don't have to go to expensive parties to discover the erotic side of sex. (See part four)
After the orgy, Emma and Craig had gotten to know each other and had become lovers. They both were willing to explore their less orthodox desires and most of their sessions in bed involved some level of submission and dominance. Every common sexual boundary was subject to dismissal and stripped away. They loved to experience that unique excitement that arose whenever they found time to be intimate.
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It had been a wonderful weekend, fucking and sleeping in Craig's London home.
Emma was on her knees once more as his big boner was wedged up her from behind. Every time he hove into the lightweight beauty, Emma felt his considerable girth stretch her out to the max.
When he had spunked inside her, they laid naked in each others arms in post coital bliss.
"Emma?"
"Mmm, hmm?"
"Just how often do we make love?"
She lifted her head and grinned back at the gorgeous man.
"Every time I get your cock up me!"
Craig whacked her playfully with a pillow.
"No, I mean it. How often did you ever do it before? Most days? Once or twice a week?"
"Well," she sat up and her pert tits heaved as she spoke. "Most days whenever I was going steady. Most weeks if my luck was in."
"Right. I have to go away on some business for a week. And while I'm gone, I want you to give up every form of sexual activity. No sex, no masturbating, nothing."
"What? Sod off! You've spoiled me these last few weeks. It would drive me bloody mad not touching myself now and again. I'd be gasping for it."
"Exactly. I have this idea that if I deny you for one week, the next time we do it will blow your mind."
"You mean, absence makes the pussy grow fonder?"
"Something like that."
Craig left the bed, and Emma brought her legs up and hugged her knees. Already her loins tingled like crazy. A week? A bloody week! So unfair.
"What's that?" She asked, cocking her head in his direction.
"Something from my toy collection. It'll help keep you from temptation."
"You, Mister. Are a man of mystery."
Ever since that Intriguing first meeting at the sex party, she had found Craig to be full of surprises.
Emma knelt up on the bed and looked at the odd looking object he held up.
"Is that what I think it is?"
"A modern type of chastity belt, yeah. It's made of surgical steel, padded rubber, and has adjustable vinyl straps. It's been designed to be comfortably worn under normal clothing and fits snugly around the waist. You'll hardly know you're wearing it."
"Yeah, right. What about using the bathroom?"
"There are small holes for urination without having to take the belt off. You just can't pleasure yourself in any shape or form."
"You're really taking all this seriously." Said she as she stood up. "I have to have this on for seven days?"
Craig nodded as he slipped the belt around her small waist. Next, he swung the curved piece that was hinged on the back, and brought it up between her legs. It clicked in place onto the front and Emma's snatch was covered by the inch and a half wide vaginal cover. Sex was truly out of the question. Before she could utter another word, Craig snapped a small, but effective padlock into the shackle.
He then gripped the key in the palm of his hand and grinned.
"And I'll keep this. Just in case. See you next Saturday."
He took off, leaving Emma to stroke her new toy that cinched in her waist and upper thighs. She tapped it and sure enough, her pussy was as snug as a bug in a rug.
"This. Is going to be a long week."
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Over the course of the next seven days, Emma thought of nothing but sex. When she woke up until she hit the sack. There had been absolutely no way she could touch her vagina or clitoris by hand. So frustrated was she that she had been embarrassed to find herself one afternoon rubbing her crotch at the high level counter at the local Tesco Express when she popped out for a few groceries!
So, it had been a blessed relief when Craig finally returned from Glasgow. At five past three, Emma showed up at his flat in Richmond in a highly aroused state.
"Take a nice bath and get yourself in the mood. I left a new item to wear you might like."
Get in the mood! She had been in the mood for it all fucking week! Upstairs, Emma ran a bath and luxuriated in the pleasant lavender and rose bath bombs.
Once refreshed and squeaky clean, Emma dried off and jiggled her chastity belt in exasperation. On the back of a chair, she saw a brand new item of lingerie.
She put it on and did a twirl in front of the full length mirror.
Craig called out from the bedroom and she padded barefoot to him.
"At last," she thought.
Without a word spoken, the pair begin to undress each other. His hands working on opening the flimsy satin ribbon that tie the front of her white baby doll nightie, her hands pulling the dark shirt quickly over his head. Emma looked angelic in her sleek and sexy lingerie. As Craig slid the semi-sheer garment off her beautiful, creamy flesh, her hands busied themselves on his belt, tugging it loose and letting his pants fall to the carpet of the bedroom. His eyes lingered on her with approval as her naked splendour was revealed to him. Apart from that belt, that is.
Likewise, Emma ran her fingertips over his chest and flexed biceps as he too stood naked and erect.
Holding hands, he led her to the bed and she laid on her back, with her left leg bent at the knee and out, wantonly displaying her hidden mons.
"You like?"
Perky and perfectly rounded, her breasts sat proudly on her chest. Even laid flat on her back, they defied gravity and her pinkish nipples were already erect and pointed to the ceiling. Craig brushed his wavy brown hair over his shoulders and bent over her, and his stiff organ bobbed up as his hands closed over both of her soft globes. Just slightly bigger than his hands could hold, they were the perfect size. Not overly large but enticing nonetheless. At the tender age of twenty-six, her skin was warm, the pale flesh of her tits pliant. Her stiff nipples hardened against his palms, and as he brushed them, Emma's lips parted just slightly, and her nostrils flared.
"Relax."
Emma closed her eyes and moaned softly, as Craig cupped her tits, lightly pinching and rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger.
And when he popped one hard button into his mouth, she tilted her head back and gasped slightly louder.
The long haired young hunk used his index finger to snake down the valley to the center of her stomach, pausing at her navel. The slender but toned filly had virtually no body fat and her stomach was lightly defined and slightly concave.
Lower down, her legs scissored as her loins became heated and moist, longing for him to unshackle her tucked away sex.
"Craig? I'm dying here."
"Trust me, relax."
Emma lifted her head and her fine hair framed her pretty face.
She watched Craig busy himself with the four lengths of ruby red chiffon silk from the nightstand. As agreed beforehand, Emma stretched the length of her body along the bed. He first moved to the top left corner, securing her left wrist to the post with a firm knot of the silk. Her eyes followed him as he took her other arm and tied that wrist up also.
"Kick your legs out."
Now, she had both arms raised above her head and out in a Y shape. He did the same thing to her ankles, using two lengths of the silk to tie them to the posts at the bottom corners of the bed. Emma was thus spread out helplessly before her virile lover. She wriggled on the bed, testing her binds as well as grinding her backside into the mattress. Anything to appreciate contact with her nether regions.
"Can you take this thing off now and fuck my brains out? Please?"
Satisfied that she was fastened well, Craig returned his attention to her breasts. Her bondage heightened the physical sensation of his lips and tongue on her flesh. His lips danced over her breasts, and tiny whimpers punctuated the sound of his smacking mouth.
With serious intent, her long haired lover nibbled at her left nipple, holding it in his teeth before rolling it quickly.
"Yesss!"
Emma cried out as he moved to the other, sucking and nipping as she trembled in her binds. With an almost evil grin, he kissed her belly over and over as she struggled on her back.
"Please! It's been long enough!"
"Fair enough. Now, where did I put that key?"
"OOOWWWWRR!" She screamed in annoyance as he feigned ignorance.
Craig laughed and produced the tiny key and unlocked the belt. For Emma, the relief was immense. Her lover fanned her new pubic growth with his hand to relieve her of any itching and his erect cock throbbed like mad. The feel of fresh air on her snatch was intense as she raised her head.
Now her sweaty muff had become exposed he saw that her pubes had grown out. Craig took a deep whiff of her feminine aroma. Her inner lips were dappled with a tell tale trickle of her juices as he parted her thighs. Emma watched intently as Craig used a wet wipe to remove any excess waste, sliding the tissue from her anus to clit. Even this simple gesture had Emma virtually creaming herself.
"Do it. Lick me out. Make me cum."
