Emma Watson - The Gameshow Contestant (RoleplayMaster x ChrisGabriel)

The Actress and Model shudderd at the touch, while not surprised, her body reacted with two kinds of memory... One of them their first couple of encounters, the other side the pleasure... and the light need she still felt. No surprise she could not stop ehrself moaning at the touch of her breasts, swooning against the other woman.

"No... I just got a growth spurt in the last weeks.. maybe magic... or just a change of life..." she gasped, her mind trying to really remember when she noticed the change... "Can't be that much bigger than all those years before... But I had been wearing between B and C cups the last seven years, only recently needing a D..."

"The only one new who had access is my new boyfriend... Helped me loose up... in more ways than one." Emma giggled.
 
Joan nodded, biting her neck lightly and making a hickey. "I ain't complaining." She smirked. Pulling Emma away from the food, she twirled the girl around so she faced Joan. "How about you get on your knees and have your breakfast, while I start making some food?" She suggested, rubbing her pussy in an obvious gesture, while talking about Emma's breakfast.
 
"Only if you promise to not tell anyone about this time-out alone time..." Emma sank to her knees, while hugging Joan, loving the feel of two pairs of breasts, and how she slid down kissing her way to the pussy... She felt kinky, aroused, and depraved enough to start licking and kissing, using her hands to spread the labia and go deeper with her humming lips.
 
Joan moaned softly, pushing Emma deeper as she rode her face. "I won't tell anyone... but I am intent on making you mine." She said, gasping as Emma hit a certain spot. Focusing on the food in front of her, the woman made herself a sandwich and began to eat. On occasion, crumbs or little bits of food would land on Emma's head, some getting caught in her hair while other bits simply rolled to the ground. Joan did not seem to notice or care, holding Emma's head so she couldn't pull back.
 
Emma dutifully lapped and sucked the pussy, one hand helping her, the other slipping fingers into her own. While it was both painful and pleasurable, she needed at least three fingers to start feeling it better... and before Joan finished with her breakfast, Emma was squirming and trying to add a fourth finger... thumbling her own clit, and sucking on Joans.
 
Joan finished the sandwich as her pleasure began to build up. Groaning loudly as she neared her orgasm, Joan clutched Emma's head with both hands. Mayonnaise went through Emma's hair from the sandwich, while Joan squirted all over Emma's eager face. That very moment, Emily opened the door, witnessing the sexual exploits of Joan and Emma. "U-Uh..." She stuttered, unsure what was happening. Regaining her composure, she eventually said "I was sent to tell you that you will have to leave the suite in an hour." And as quick as possible, Emily left the suite, slamming the door in her retreat.

"You're getting good at that, pet." Joan said softly, stroking her hair (and also kneading the mayonnaise through her hair further) as if nothing had happened at the front door.
 
Emma did not heard it at all. With her ears between Joan's thighs, the blood throbbing through both girls, and with her own pleasure peeking, she was much more in weak, breathless slut mode than to realize they was caught. Coming up for air, she was grinning lewdly at the butch lesbian. "Now, that I had my breakfast, is there something for brunch?" Grimacing as she removed her fingers from her pussy, Emma did not hesitated to start licking her hand clean, even sucking on her fingers, humming. Her pussy was still throbbing for release, but she had enough fun to table it for a little later.
 
"You're an eager little pet, aren't you?" Joan laughed. Stepping over Emma's spread legs, the woman spun her body around, backing her ass into Emma's face. "Brunch is served." Was the last thing Emma heard before her ears were enveloped by ass cheeks. Her hands were taken too, lifted to Joan's cunt so Emma could not pleasure herself.

When Joan orgasmed a second time, she finally pulled away from Emma, patting her head and ruffling her hair like a dog. "Well done... What do you want as a reward for your obedient service?" Emma was asked. While waiting for a reply, Joan managed to find a black collar which was wrapped around Emma's neck. It was tight, but not uncomfortably so.
 
"Fuck me!" the girl with the tired face and panting voice begged, her body needing release as the drugs made her find pleasure in her debasament and use too. Emma was not fully conscious, but knew that Joan was the one there and the only onewho had the strenght and experience to push her over the edge.
 
"With what?" She asked with a smirk, wanting to make her wait as much as possible. "My mouth? My finger? My fist? Want to try scissoring?" Joan asked, listing off options. Her wrists were still held away from her cunt, so she couldn't attempt to touch herself while she waited.
 
"Anything! Just make me cum!" Emma whined, squirming in her hands. She counted on be able to at least eat and shower after it before their day was over alone...
"Why here isn't any toys?!" she moaned, wildly looking around, her eyes searching for something passable...
 
Wanting to have a little more fun with Emma before she fucked her, Joan grabbed a nearby beer bottle, opening the lid and handing it to Emma. "Chug. Then you have your toy." Joan instructed, now standing between her and the sink, so she couldn't tip it out.
 
"What!? ... You want me to drink beer?!" Emma gasped in mock-outrage, trying to cover her surprise and the twitch of her pussy, then she giggled. The label told her it was something she was not adverse to, even if it was a little bit warm. Oh, well, at least she would be able to savor the taste. She tried to chug it down in one go, but it was obvious she had to hulp repeatedly and fast. It left her panting a little, then burp big time. Also, the alcohol made her head swim... "What now?" she presented the empty bottle to Joan, turned over and shaking it a little, showing that she indeed drank the whole thing. "Why did I have to drink it? And where is my toy?" she asked trying to play it cute and clueless, even if it was obvios from her previous exclamation and her squirming she very well knew where it would go... She just did not knew if she was ready for the hard glass thing...
 
Taking the empty bottle from Emma, Joan led the small girl to the bed. Laying her down, the larger woman sat on her face, suffocating her slightly. Both legs were pulled up, presenting Emma's pretty pussy to the girl on top. Ever so slowly, the bottle slipped inside her wet, waiting cunt, twisting and pushing it until only a few inches remained outside. She knew that Emma was expecting that it would be used to fuck her, but the bottle was left there. Slipping off of Emma's face, Joan grabbed the other bottle she had secretly brought over, opening it and putting the tip to Emma's mouth. Her head was upside down, so drinking would make the effects come much faster and stronger. "Drink." Joan said. Without waiting for a reply, the alcohol was tipped into Emma's mouth, making sure she did not stop until it was gone.

Getting back into the position, Joan began to fuck Emma's ass with the skinny neck of the second bottle, while twisting the first bottle that was deep inside her pussy.
 
Emma was already on the verge of orgasm with the bottle stuck into her pussy, she could feel its neck against her cervix, and it would not go deeper, no surprise that some parts of it still was outside, stretching her pussy... But she was surprised to get the second bottle thrust at her mouth, and have the beer flow. While she tried to drink, it was overflowing her lips, and also gettign into her nose... Having female juices and beer on ehr face and in her hair with some food stuff really made Emma look trashed.

Still, the extra beer and the alcohol in it made her even more tipsy, her belly filled, and soon her ass being fucked next to her stretched pussy... Leaving the prim and proper feminist activist pant and moan like a cheap slut.
 
Feeling her moans against her cunt, Joan ground her hips against Emma's face. Smirking, Joan took a moment to slightly tighten the collar around Emma's neck, making her feel its presence even more. She wouldn't choke at all, but it would be something that she would not be able to ignore either.

On every bottle thrust, Joan managed just a little deeper. She didn't want to tear the ass hole, so she never was ballsy enough to put the thick end in, but occasionally would simply let the bottle hang there while she thrust in and out of the pussy.
 
Emma was in Hell and Heaven at the same time. Maybe it was Purgatory, as her face and neck was covered and lightly choked, so she got less and less air ... or more like could not really clean out the CO2. It was making her dizzy, but heightened her arousal to new heights. With her holes stretched and fucked by the hard bottles, she could not find her release by clenching, thus the hard pushing had to stroke the inner fire. The bottle in her pussy was pushing against her cervix, its thinner neck hitting the spot, while the wider base kept her hole open, stretching her lips and insides too. The other bottle's thinner neck being rolled around in her ass was making her backhole open up too, unable to stop the intrusion, but clenching on the glass enough that it trapped the rim inside her. The two bottles pushed against each other in her, only a thin flesh and membrane keeping them from really knocking.
 
Adjusting herself, Joan placed Emma's head between her ass cheeks, grinding her dirty ass against the celebrity's mouth. "Slut, make me cum." She ordered, giving her ass a slap, the bottles clicking together both inside and outside of her body. And then, she released the two glass bottles, letting them simply hang and hit each other while the butch girl slapped Emma's ass, turning it red while Emma ate out her assailant's butt hole.
 
The humiliated actress and model cried out, and maybe even started sovbbing a little, but her mouth and nose was against the butch lesbian's ass. She tried to move her hands, but finally she could only use her tongue to lick the other girl, hoping that her ordeal was soon over... while the buzz and the dizzyness still filled her, ppleasure and pain and humiliation mixxing and urging her to new heights of low rooted extasy. And of course the drugs was working too.
 
Finally orgasming (and readjusting to cream all over Emma's face), Joan gently pulled the bottle from Emma's ass. Slipping the skinny neck into Emma's mouth, she made her lick it clean, before throwing it away. The bottle in her pussy was then quickly pumped in and out of her tired cunt, the sensitive hole making everything feel better and worse at the same time. Eventually though, it too was thrown away, once it was licked clean of course.

As Joan and Emma stood up, the latter covered in her own juices on her chest and stomach, and Joan's juices on her face, Emily entered the room. Eyes darting between the girls, a hint of jealousy on her face, Emily spoke up. "You're expected to leave in five minutes." She said, before leaving the room once again.
 
Dazed, weak in her knees, panting and smelling, tasting, feeling like a dirty slut, Emma tried to wobble-walk into the bathroom. She would be retching and croaking, then trying to clean up, not even caring to close the door - or of anyone come or went by the main one in the room.
 
After a period of time that felt nothing close to five minutes, the girls were forced out of the building. Joan, fully clothed, and Emma, still naked yet mostly clean now. Escorted (by force if necessary), the girls were soon in the kitchen for lunch, meeting the other girls who were already there. "Hey girls." Joan said cheerfully, sitting down. The only clothing Emma wore was the choker she gave her.
 
Emma tried to go to the common bedroom for clothes, but just like when she tried to look around for them in the guest-room, she was denied. Being locked in the kitchen as usual for lunch or dinner, she could only blush and look around for something to cover up with. A tablecloth, or maybe one or more of the girls would give her some articles to wear... Finally she had to use a napkin to cover her breasts by pushing one corner under her choker and try to keep from moving too much.

Lily, the Goth girl smiled, she was eager to give Emma her frilly apron, but it only covered the girl from the front, and only able to hide - or more like lightly cover up - the junction of her legs. Lucy and Zoe the two Asian girls tried to muffle their giggles, but both would be trying to smooze up to their respective groups and act accordingly.
 
The apron provided was rather small, and with Emma's engorged chest, it did not hide much. With the only seat available next to Joan, she would go to sit down, and be denied. "Have you forgotten already? Get under the table." Joan instructed, pointing under the table, and then at her crotch. She wore a skirt, which definitely did not suit her, but it would help Emma access Joan's cunt easier. "You eat down there first, before you get to eat up here."
 
Inside the girl two instinct fought. One was almost making her fall to her knees and crawl under the table, but the other would be cursing the girl and sending her to hell in words... Emma fought both, and finally reached to a first weak sounding "No.". Croaking, and gulping she repeated it louder, with her head held high. "No, I would not." then sat in the chair, and said with a pretend nonchalantness "It is your turn, anyway." Inside she was trembling...
 
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