Emma Watsons X Rated Charity Work Ch 04

Note- Totally fiction. I have never met Emma Watson and this never happened.

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I had decided after my most recent disaster trying to help out young men and women in need of guidance and support that I would turn to something that I knew best. No, not fucking. Acting. The organised free dinner for the needy and unemployed in South London had backfired badly for myself and I had returned to the voluntary charity group 'Urban Help' with my tail between my legs. It was as I felt sorry for myself that the idea of giving free lessons in acting to the uninitiated came to me. With the help of the East London School Board I hired a classroom in the Hackney Wick Secondary School for Boys as they ran evening classes every night of the week. On Tuesday and Thursday for an hour apiece I would teach class providing lessons for beginners in acting, voice training and even costume design. The more I thought about it the more excited I became. I got my Samsung Galaxy Tablet out immediately and enthusiastically made tons of notes.

x

In my role of teacher I decided to be prim and proper and dress down. I chose a sombre blouse in peach with buttoned cuffs and a simple business suit in navy blue. The single breasted slim fit blazer had a nice lustrous finish and nipped in at the waist. My tailored skirt cut to a pencil silhouette and fell just above the knee. I had just purchased a new pair of suede court shoes and thought this might be the perfect occasion to wear them.

"Maybe some spectacles? No."

I took the train on the first evening from Mile End to Hackney Central and arrived outside the school at six. I walked a short distance in the evening sunshine and strolled in and went up the first set of stairs looking for room 2C. It felt a little odd being in a school without dozens of children running this way and that. The hallway seemed to be quite long and both walls were adorned with bulletins and advertisements. I realised that I had not set foot inside a school for many a year. A few people looked to be heading for a particular room and I remembered that the other class this night was street dance.

"Here."

I used the key to unlock the door and as I went inside flipped on the light switch. White fluorescent lights illuminated the classroom and I saw one long desk in front of a blackboard and five rows of smaller desks and chairs. I deposited my tablet, notebook and my handbag on the desk and made myself comfortable. As I sat patiently in the classroom I was hugely disappointed when the first ten minutes passed and nobody showed. I drummed the desk with my newly manicured nails impatiently as I repeatedly checked the wall clock. I heard a chair scrape across the floor and stood up but realised that it came from the room next door. As I almost gave up hope the door opened slowly and a shy black man peered around it.

"Is...is this the right room for the acting?"

He spoke in almost a whisper and I had to perk my ears up to make him out.

"I'm sorry? Do come in, please."

As he came through the door he seemed to grow as he stood up to his full height of about six feet and a bit. I looked on with an open mouth as I took in the cute guy with perfect dark skin and big brown eyes. I came back down to earth quickly and closed my mouth with a snap and have him my best smile.

"Is this the acting class?"

"Why yes, it is. I'm Miss Watson, Emma. Sit anywhere. As you can see there is plenty of choice of seats."

I spread out my hand and he chose a seat at a small in the third row. As he settled down I wrote my name in chalk on the big board behind my chair under the legend 'First steps in acting.' I came back around to the front of my big desk and perched on the edge. I crossed my legs in all innocence and looked at him again.

"So, I guess we'll make a start and if anyone else joins us we can fill them in. Sound okay?"

"Uh huh. Name's Keith."

Again I leaned in closer to hear his words and inadvertently kicked my shoe off. It was the new pair and I was having some trouble breaking them in.

"Oops! Pardon me."

I had come bare legged and I reached down and picked it up and I guess arched my calf and wiggled my toes. Out of the corner of my eye I clearly saw the guy narrow his eyes and peer at my slim leg. I slid my shoe back on and stood up and crossed my arms. The hem of my skirt rose up my leg and displayed more flesh than I intended to.

"So, let me hear a bit about yourself."

"Not much to tell. I'm nineteen and just trying to survive on the streets I guess. I see all these shows on television with the black guys all acting tough and stuff and, well, looks cool."

"Right, good. This short course may well help you. I plan to offer a friendly and supportive atmosphere so we both can explore acting. We'll understand costume, speech, improvisation and at the end we'll rehearse a scene. Yes?"

"Can you get me on TV?"

"You never know Keith. I'll keep my ears open.

As I walked by the desk my stupid shoe got stuck in the wooden floor and I carried on with one shoe on and one off.

"Oh fiddle."

I bent at the waist and picked it up not consciously aware that I was sticking my bottom out for Keith to ogle. I picked up a copy of Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet and handed it to Keith.

"Oh, shit! We got to read this?"

"Now then, Keith You might actually like it. Let me hear how you read."

He took off his grey hoodie and I saw that he shaved his head. His plain white tee that was so tight that every move he made showed off his developed muscles. They weren't overly large but nice and firm. He pouted and as I looked at his full lips I had to fight an irresistible urge to kiss them.

"Right. Act two, scene two. I'll start."

I sat on the small desk by his chair and leaned over. He turned his head from me and I chuckled.

"It won't be that bad. Hmm, should have brought two copies but we can share. Here we are. But to be frank and give it to thee again. And yet I wish but for the thing I have. My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep. The more I give to thee, the more I have for both are infinite."

As I read I felt my face getting warm as he pricked up his ears.

"Wow! That was beautiful!"

"Thank you."

I smiled as we both became confident and I found myself acting a little sexy. I felt suddenly quite hot and considered removing my blazer. We were now so close that I imagined I could hear his heart beating.

"Now you read Romeo."

"Right. O, blessed, blessed night."

"No, it's more 'bless-edd' night."

"Uh, huh. Blessed night I am afeard. Being in night all this is but a dream. Too flattering sweet to be sub...substantial."

"Not bad. Try to project your voice. Here. Bondage is hoarse and may not speak aloud. Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies. And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine."

"Hairy tongue?"

I laughed at his naivety.

"Not hairy, airy. Look, my tongue is not hairy."

I licked my lips and poked my little tongue out a tad. His almond shaped brown eyes held mine for a considerable amounts of time until I managed to break the spell.

"Any way. Read some more of the play to yourself as I go see if anyone else is outside."

I opened the door to an empty hall and pouted. Returning to my chair I sat in silence as I watched Keith read and I smiled at the cute way he moved his lips as he did so. I was sure that he knew I was checking him out and the very thought sent a warm tingle through my body. I found myself drifting into a fantasy and I imagined Keith naked with a full erection as he unbuttoned my blouse and released my breasts. I stroked my thigh under the safety of the big desk as I saw in my minds eye he pushing my skirt up to my waist as I sat on the edge. His hand pumped his rock hard pole as I pulled my panties to one side and showed off my shaven pussy. I closed my eyes as he touched my wet entrance with the tip of his knob and took a step forward.

"Miss Emma?"

I came back to earth with a crash and sat up straight.

"Oh, is it an hour already? Well, thanks for coming. Will I see you next time?"

I took his big hand in mine and it vanished in his mitt. It was firm and dry and we did not break away for nearly ten seconds.

"If I may. Ain't got much else on to be honest."

"Fine. I'll have you again then."

Oh, yes. I shall have him alright. That was a promise. He left and I watched him out of the window as he strolled off down the darkening street. That same night I took a luxurious bath and spread out on my big bed. I played out the evening over and over in my head as I played with myself. Images of Keith on top of me with his huge ebony cock deep inside me as he fucked my brains out made me cum in minutes.

x

This time I decided to go in daring style in a black mini skirt in the softest leather. Together with a metallic silver knitted top with scoop neck I had an off white jacket with one button and notch lapels. On my feet I wore my burnt orange high heeled sandals with a strappy front for the extra height. Of course there was the chance that others might well turn up this time but all my thoughts and energy were focused on Keith. Stupidly I spent far too much time getting ready and together with infuriating signal trouble on the railways I got to the school a half hour late.

"Shit, shit, shit!"

I ran down the corridor, almost tripping up in my high heels and made it to the door. There was an old man hunched over standing outside and he looked up at me.

"Evening dear. Is this the right room for the drama class?"

No, I thought. Sorry old man but you would only cramp my style.

"Not tonight Sir. Sorry. But hey, did you see a young man waiting here? Tall, shaven head, black?"

"Oh yes. He said he couldn't wait any longer and left."

Damn! I opened the classroom door and sat at my desk and put my head in my hands.

"Miss Emma? I been done waiting forever."

"Keith! I'm so sorry for being late. Can you forgive me?"

I stood up as Keith came in the room and I gave him a big hug in my relief. He stared at me and held my hand in his. There was no doubting his feelings as we pressed together as his manhood made a sizeable outline down the left thigh of his blue jeans.

"I don't know. Maybe you should learn some discipline." He said finally.

He rubbed his cheek and looked over my shoulder at my behind. Hmm, his initial shyness was now just a memory as he raised his left brow and folded his big arms.

"What are you gonna do? Spank me?" My words caught in my throat as I replied and I slipped my jacket off and draped it over a chair.

"Now that ain't such a bad idea."

"Alright. Then do it."

I said the words but didn't actually hear myself as I felt my legs wobble. Had I just asked a complete stranger to smack my bum? He walked slowly to the chair at the front of the classroom and sat down on it. His hand reached out and I joined him as he took me by the wrist and I was yanked onto his lap. I tried to get into a comfortable position and at the same time get the correct angle for him to smack my ass. My hair spilled over my face as I dipped my head over his left thigh and he raised my leather skirt which creaked slightly and lifted it to my waist.

"Shit! You got a great ass."

"Thanks. Now take my panties down."

I was certain that he shivered as his shaky fingers slid my underwear over my rump and down to my knees. I gasped as the cool air of the room met my bare cheeks and I clenched and pressed my thighs together.

"Oh, Keith!"

The young black hunk touched my slit. which poked out from the gap made at my upper thighs.

"Hey, you're soaking wet!"

My exposed bum was in an arc over his right knee and he stroked my buns gently in a delightful circular motion. My juices ran profusely with the anticipation of the palm of his hand striking me. When it came it still took me by surprise and I pushed forwards on his lap as he hit me directly on my left cheek.

"OOOW!"

He followed up with a smack on my right cheek, then my left and then the right in quick succession. I welcomed the wicked sting that made my pussy tingle like crazy and I raised my bottom higher as I waited for him to continue. He shifted his body under my weight and I felt his erection trapped in the leg of his jeans.

"Ever done this before?" I asked as he spanked me twice across my ass crack.

"No. But my mama beat me tons of times."

I yelped as the black guy dotted more blows all over my backside, never concentrating on one spot. I was sure that my behind must be bright red and I squirmed on his lap. My pussy was a gooey mess and I felt my wetness run down my inner thighs.

"I...I got to stand. My cock needs freeing up."

I stood up and my panties puddled around my heels. My bum stung in a nice way, not painful or bloody. Keith had taken care not to be too nasty. As he stood up and desperately dragged his jeans down I twisted my skirt around and unzipped it and it fell to the floor and I stepped out of it. When he lowered his boxers I was pleased at the size of his ebony hose. Quite large and very thick. With the foreskin drawn back he must have been packing in excess of eight inches.

"Wow, nice cock." Keith eyed my wet quim which I had shaved that day and he stroked his shaft until it stood up like a flagpole. My hand went between my thighs and I was astonished at how wet I had become. His eyes lingered on my smooth legs as I stood bottomless in front of him.

"Now suck me off, sweet stuff."

I wondered if my behaviour had drawn him out of his shell but he was definitely a lot bolder than the day before. He took a step back and rested his tight ass on the edge of the desk. I left him to stew a moment and sashayed half naked to the door and turned the lock. I made sure to give him a seductive wiggle of my rosy hued butt and then I came back and knelt at his feet. His majestic cock pointed straight at me, hard and dark and a mere two inches from my face.

"Here goes nothing."

I placed both my hands around his chocolate coloured shaft and twisted it with alternate turns. His throat gurgled as I bent my head and inserted the shiny purple head into my mouth. I held the big knob between pursed lips as I continued to stroke his rock solid length. He looked down at me with his cock at my mouth and drew his tee over his head. I popped off of his bell end and scrutinised his bare torso. His ripped chest and biceps were filled with tattoos and I reached up to caress his abdomen. I loved the cute, almost boyish grin on his face as I took him again.

"Mmm."

I love the sensation of a man in my mouth and relished the throbbing cock of this young black man. Concentrating hard I slobbered all over his thick prick and drenched it with spit. Unable to get him all inside my mouth I settled for sucking half of his length with some ferocity. Keith sighed and tilted his head back as I dug my nails in the gorgeous flesh of his thighs. His magnificent cock slipped away from me with a slurp and a pop and snapped back to his belly.

"That felt real good."

His big doe eyes met mine as I rubbed him up and down and he very nicely brushed my hair back over my ear. My soft white hands were a complete contrast to the dark brown length of cock that pulsated between my fingers. He pushed up with his pelvis and I opened my jaw and glided back down on his glistening pole. I was totally lost in a haze of unhindered lust as I sucked him happily.

"Ah, ah. Oh, fuck!"

Keith moaned aloud as his swollen cock exploded and his stream of cum splashed the insides of my hot mouth. I blew my cheeks out as he pulsed and I inhaled noisily through my nostrils. I used my tongue to circle the angry looking head and wiped it clean before swallowing up the last of his jizz.

"Boy, you taste so good."

"Let me taste you now."

"That will be fun." I said with a giggle.

I stood against the desk, leaned forward and spread my legs. From behind Keith explored the curves of my hot bod and I closed my eyes as his palms moved around and around. Then he spanked me again and I caught my breath at the delicious attention.

"Oh, yes!"

His middle finger ran down my dripping slit until he decided to plunge up inside. I stood unsteadily on my high heels and went up on tiptoe as he went up my pussy deeper and deeper. His head rested on the back of my shoulders as he nibbled my right ear and I gripped the edge of the desk hard.

"Don't stop that, I love it."

He swirled and teased my over stimulated muff and I whimpered like a puppy as he drove me closer to my climax. There was a pause where he did nothing and my cunt craved physical contact..

°Keith?"

His head vanished from behind my ear and then reappeared at my aching mound. His long tongue circled my smooth outer folds and flicked rapidly at them over and over. His fulsome lips blew air on my slit and I thought I might cum right there and then. He opened my ass up and pressed his face directly to my cunt so that his nose met my crack. He nipped and nibbled my clit with his hard teeth and my sensitive little hood.

"Holy shit!"

I was like putty in his hands as I was practically pushed hard at the desk until the wooden edge made indentations in my upper thighs. Finally I came and I think I held my breath for about four seconds as my pussy convulsed and I squirted in the poor guys face. I was totally flushed as we both gathered our wits and came back down to earth.

"Could you get me a glass of water?"

"Sure, think I'll join you."

We both laughed as we looked around the empty classroom, and I wondered if anything remotely similar had ever occurred here before.

x

The recent activity with Keith had elevated my sexual tension and I was rigidly set on getting laid. I seriously needed a good fucking and I sounded Keith out about some of his friends. The idea of a threesome fascinated me and I would not take no for an answer.

"Not sure you want to mix with those guys, Miss Emma. They'll eat you up alive."

I was obviously intrigued and I had more erotic dreams about being ravished by a bunch of testosterone packed well hung black guys. The following week I pressed Keith to ask some of the guys to come and join in an improv scene. I had an idea of a book read and spent time on my tablet trying to pick something sexy. I dismissed the blindingly obvious like '50 Shades of Grey' and the better written 'Last Exit To Brooklyn' and chose 'Ulysees' by James Joyce.

"Perfect."

When I saw Keith next he told me he had managed to persuade some guys to tag along. I treated him to another blowjob and deliberately refrained from fucking him as I was firmly fixed on some group sex. When I left him he promised me some action the next time and I spent considerable time in picking my outfit.

I found a flimsy lace and silk wrap dress with a big V neck. It had wrap ties at front and thin spaghetti straps that would not handle much force to snap. The back was sheer and low and I decided to refrain from wearing any underwear.

"This should knock 'em dead."

I had on my barely there black strappy sandals in midnight black. Guaranteed to turn heads the wrap around straps wound their way up over my ankles to half way up my calves.

When I turned up the following Tuesday, ten minutes late as usual I was astonished to see the first row of seats filled by four good looking black guys.

"Hey, Miss Emma. What's up? This here is Freddie, and next to him is Tommy. The big guy down the end is my man Levi."

"Yo." Said Levi as he eyed me up from head to toe.

"Oh, this is great. I'm so pleased you could all make it. Thank you Keith. Like I told him, well he brought it up actually, there are always places for extra's and actors needed for certain supportive roles. So a basic lesson in acting may prove beneficial."