by Writing Shark
Emma Watson: Glory Hole Whore
The sun is already low in the sky and casts long shadows on the sidewalk on which Emma Watson staggers along. It’s hard to move. The drugs rush through her system and make her drool and squint. Everything feels so good now that Damian has reduced her addiction with the pill. Only the lust burns in her loins and everyone can see her stiff nipples sticking through her thin summer dress. Normally when she feels like having sex she would stay at home, pour herself a good wine, get naked and put on a good movie with spicy scenes and muscular men, but that’s not possible. Damian forbade it. And her desire is so great that her head only half functions.
She doesn’t know how to deal with the desire, but that’s why she has her agent and even though it’s difficult for her to read street signs, she still found the place. She couldn’t drive in her condition and everyone on the bus stared at her as she held on to one of the poles with the last of her strength. Now she is standing in front of the place that Damian suggested to her.
The owner of the video store greets her with a “Hello.” It’s fitting. Anonymous degrading quick sex is exactly what Emma Watson detests most and what satisfies Damain Stratton most.
“Are you okay Miss?” the shop owner asks her. Emma nods and smiles, her face sweating wet and her body shaking.
“I need… something…” Even now she can’t say it, and her body is already collapsing onto the softened cardboard because of the burning wetness.
“What then, Miss? An ambulance?” But Emma shakes her head. She can’t say it. “Damian Stratton is sending me to…” She can’t finish the sentence and it’s only then that she notices that her hand has slipped over her dress between her legs. The shopkeeper looks at her briefly, then his gaze changes.
“Oh, that’s right. This way.” He leads the young girl through the shelves to a secluded room. “There aren’t many guests here Miss.”
“I need… He wants me to…”
“Don’t worry,” he reassures her. Maybe he already knows Damian’s strategies. In any case, he assigns her a cabin, pushes the trembling Emma in and wants to close the door.
“Sir,” she says, shaking her head. “I mean mister… cameras Sir. He wants me to…” The man points to two cameras that record the room from different angles.
“The videos will be available to you later. For a price.” Of course she has to buy the videos herself that are ruining her life but Emma Watson is so horny that she doesn’t think about it. Within a few days, Damian Stratton has transformed her from an aspiring, self-confident young woman to a creature who gets the dirty thrill of anonymous sex in a cheap video store. Then the door closes and Emma is alone.
There is a chair and a place where she can put her things. There are several holes on the wall at different heights and there is a TV that plays cheap thrasy porn. Emma doesn’t need it to get in the mood and almost is glad Damian didn’t send her to one of the homeless camps. Here it will be easy for her to make a low-class whore out of herself.
“Oh… Ohmygod… Oh my god…” It usually takes a few minutes for her to get going but since Damian gave her this cocktail she is always ready and willing. Her wet pussy is dripping onto the edges of her green dress while her white panties hang between her legs. Her sandals are on the floor and her eyes are on the TV where two black dudes are fucking a poor white woman hard. Emma doesn’t care what’s on the TV and is just glad to have something to cover her eyes so she doesn’t have to think about Damian while her fingers fuck her greedy hole. She completely ignores her clit and thinks it’s a cock fucking her, sinking into the fantasy as she moans louder and louder and sinks deeper into the cheap folding chair.
“Hey lady,” she hears a deep voice and flinches. Confused, she looks around without stopping fucking herself with her fingers, then she realizes where the voice is coming from. A dark-skinned cock sticks stiff and throbbing through one of the holes next to the television.
“Oh…” stammers the good British girl. “H-Hello… Sir…” She knows that men like to be treated with respect and stares at the cock as it pushes further through the hole and twitches up and down.
“What is it?” the voice asks irritably. “Isn’t that why you’re here?” And Emma nods. This is not how she imagined her sexual encounters with men but nothing in her life is as she remembers it. Emma Watson is broken and Damian Stratton owns the parts that make her whole. And Damian is interested in the large, ever-growing part of her that wants to suck cock and fuck and satisfy.
“Yes…” she breathes, falling to her knees. Her dress scrapes against the dirty floor of the cabin as she crawls over to him and wraps her fingers around his cock. He’s hot and hard.
“Fuck, you little bitch. Open your mouth.” Emma obeys and doesn’t care if the man can see her. Soon she’ll be a star, everyone will know her, and somewhere in a secluded folder on a computer will be her downfall that makes her so wet and horny. “And now suck.”
One cock turns into several, Emma loses track of time in her head and on her tongue as she serves cock after cock. More and more are stretching through the holes on the side and the young actress goes into a frenzy of sucking as much sperm as she can in order to collect pictures she doesn’t want to see, to please a man she hates, to further a career that she doesn’t want no longer.
In the end, she can’t take it anymore. She doesn’t care about the color of the cock, its size and shape. She throws her young hips against the holes in the wall, braces herself on the floor with one hand and jerks a cock next to her with the other as her saliva drips onto the floor and her dress gets dirty.
The moon is already high in the sky when Emma Watson staggers out of the video club, disheveled, dirty and with cum caked between her legs. But the itching between her labia has turned into a distant throbbing, her desire has been satisfied.
And then the addiction comes again, the slight pain in her stomach that will soon intensify, the headache and body aches that will drive her back to Damian to lessen the pain and fuel her lust again.
And Emma accepts her new life.
Writing Shark 