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Making Babies: Emma Watson
by Geminiguy (geminiguy7.hotmail.co.uk@gmail.com)

***

My 2nd "Making Babies" entry. I'm a personal 
assistant to many celebrities. But there's one that's 
my favorite and a very close friend. (M/f, ped, 
celeb-parody)

***

Author's Note: "Making Babies" was my third Britney 
Spears story, after "Britney, Teen Slut" (sequel due 
out on that one) and "Gimme Moore, Gimme Moore". This 
story is my third Emma Watson after "Emma Watson In 
The Field" and "Mardi Gras: Emma Watson Is A Slut!" 
(and a very popular story over on KB!

After this story, my next "Making Babies" celebrity 
will be a first-timer for me. Stay tuned... G]

***

I'm the personal assistant to a few celebrities, but 
my favorite is Emma Watson.

I was relatively new to the behind-the-scenes movie 
seen when I started out on Harry Potter and The 
Sorcerer's Stone. Emma Watson was new as well, which 
is why I was assigned to Emma. Their thought was 
"Stick him with the kid".

In the long run it was a great thing since Emma and I 
became the best of friends. I'm "only" eleven years 
older than Em, kind of like a big brother I guess.

Emma has been the easiest celebrity I've had to be 
assistant for. I assist some uppity-uppity 
celebrities who send me to get them the craziest 
stuff, and the studio just says "whatever they want". 
I've heard from other personal assistants about other 
celebrities Emma's age who are just as spoiled!

But Emma is so sweet and down to Earth. She'd rather 
just sit and talk then send me off in some errand 
like those spoiled, obnoxious celebrities. We even 
stay in touch between movies, Emma loves to text me 
daily, and when something is really bothering her 
she'll call and talk to me too. There are things 
she'd rather talk to me about then her parents.

I had already been Emma's personal assistant on Harry 
Potter and The Sorcerer's Stone and Harry Potter and 
The Chamber of Secrets. It took two years but they 
finally started shooting Harry Potter and The 
Prisoner Of Azkahbah. Emma - now thirteen - was so 
excited to see me she leaped on me and gave me a big 
hug. It was kind of embarrassing, good thing no one 
saw.

Even though she'd been texting me regularly, Emma 
felt the need to go on and on about all the things 
that had happened to her since we last saw each 
other. And she was still on me, her arms wrapped 
around my neck and her legs around my waist. I 
supported her too with my hand on her back thighs, 
under her short skirt. I suddenly found it exciting 
to be touching Emma like that, my hands on her bare" 
firm thighs...

So I'd standoff set during her scenes and watch her, 
after she'd ask me how she did, my opinion was always 
important to Emma. Other times we'd standoff set 
together and watch the scenes she wasn't in being 
shot. Emma would stand right against me and sometimes 
take my hand behind us. When the cast was sent on a 
break we'd go off somewhere and either chat about the 
movie or the latest music. Emma was a Nickelback and 
Lifehouse fan so we had lots to talk about.

This went on like that during the whole movie shoot. 
Sometimes Emma even sat on my lap. I'd get a hard on 
and hoped she didn't feel it...

Finally the third Harry Potter movie was finished 
shooting and I was sad to see it end. I was 
especially sad to see my work with Emma done until 
the shooting of the next movie. Not that I'd call it 
"work" and with Harry Potter there would definitely 
be a next movie and another and another.

Of course Emma kept texting daily and we stayed in 
touch. A week later she surprised me with a call. She 
had to go to some "celebrity banquet" and asked me to 
go as her "date". I was flattered, though of course I 
knew it wasn't a real date.

"I'd be happy to accompany you, Em," I answered, "But 
what about your boyfriend?" Emma had never actually 
mentioned a boyfriend ever, but she had to be dating 
someone I figured.

Emma laughed. "I don't have a boyfriend, silly. Boys 
my own age are so immature!"

I was surprised by that, but it was true how immature 
we males are, another problem being girls are just 
TOO mature. I have a sister close to my age that had 
the maturity level of a fifty year old woman I always 
say!

On the night of the banquet, I was supposed to go 
pick up Emma but a limousine came and picked ME up!

The doorbell rang and I saw Emma standing on my 
porch, and the limo was at the curb, back door open 
and the driver standing beside it.

Emma looked breathtaking, her long, brown hair 
professionally done, cascading down around her face 
and way past her shoulders. She wore makeup too, 
something Emma never did, which made her look older, 
but in a good way. She wore a beautiful gown with a 
matching shawl that covered most of the top of the 
gown.

"Emma, you look amazing..." I gushed.

She smiled, blushing under her blush. "Th-thank you, 
Jim," She said softly.

I put on the jacket of my tuxedo rental [why would a 
simple personal assistant like me need a tuxedo of my 
own???] and offered Emma my arm. She looped hers 
through it and we descended the porch and walkway 
down to the limo. I kind of felt like Kevin Bacon as 
Ren McCormick in Footloose when he picked up Ariel 
for the Senior Prom.

Emma and I made small talk during the ride. We dare 
not touch the champagne in the back of the limo. Me 
because I didn't trust myself under the influence, 
and her obviously because of her age.

It was a short ride and we soon arrived at the 
location of the banquet. It was at a huge, gated 
mansion. It made most mansions look like guest houses 
behind a rich man's house by comparison.

We handed our invitation at the door [Emma Watson and 
a guest it said] and were led to the massive ballroom 
where the banquet would take place. Music was playing 
and those who weren't sitting at their table were 
dancing.

I saw many famous people, most were very friendly as 
Emma introduced me as her date. I engaged a lot of 
them in conversation and saw they were very much like 
us "regular people". Some loved talking sports, 
especially "How do you think the Lakers are going to 
do this year" or the movies or TV shows they were in. 
It was all fine by me, since I'd seen most of their 
movies and watch a lot of their shows.

Emma and I were seated at a table with Justin 
Timberlake, Shaq [also in a tux of course], Rachel 
Weisz and their dates. I was surprised Emma wasn't 
going gaga over Timberlake, and to my credit I didn't 
ogle Rachel, though I found my thoughts were on Emma.

The six of us had a jovial and at times loud 
conversation, it was like being with old friends. We 
did some dancing, Em danced with Shaq [despite the 
height difference] and Justin once, and I even danced 
with Rachel. She asked if I saw any of her recent 
movies, I blushed, telling her The Mummy Returns was 
the last movie I'd seen her in. Rachel laughed softly 
and said it was all right, then said if I was ten 
years older I'd've made a great Rick O'Connell. I 
blushed again but with pride this time.

Dinner began, the food was good. We listened to our 
hosts talk some as we ate, then there was more 
dancing.

We noticed other guests exploring the big old 
mansion, so we did the same.

"Do you hope to have a mansion someday, Emma?" I 
asked out of curiosity.

Oh, no, not me!" She laughed. "I'm a simple girl 
really."

We came upon a game room with a pool table, darts, 
etc. Emma closed the door behind us.

It was warmer in her than the rest of the mansion for 
some reason. And I could tell Emma was bothered by it 
as well. That was when she removed her shawl.

And I saw how low-cut her dress was. The backs of my 
legs bumped a chair and I fell into it. Emma looked 
amused.

"Emma," I gasped. "Your breasts are amazing..." Not 
that she had much in the way of breasts, especially 
being thirteen. But the dress showed show of the 
insides of her breasts.

"Really?" Emma smiled, moving towards me.

I nodded.

She was in front of me now, looking down at me 
mischievously. I swallowed hard.

"I've dreamed of being alone with you," She said 
softly. "I mean really alone..."

Feeling bold, I reached up for the shoulders of her 
dress and slid them down her arms. The dress slid 
away from Emma's B-cups and off of her body.

Her areolae were dark pink/light brown, medium in 
size.

Her nipples poked out stiffly.

Her belly was flat and her waist narrow, hardly any 
curves yet. Her panties matched the color of her 
dress and were of lace. Her thighs of course were 
slim and coltish.

"You look amazing," I gushed.

"Thank you," Emma said. "I'm not a virgin you should 
know," She said as she slipped off her panties. Her 
brown pubes were full, unshaven. "Unfortunately, it 
wasn't with a real man."

"I'm sure we can fix that, Emma," I grinned.

She giggled.

She helped me out of my tuxedo jacket and hung it 
over the pool table. Soon it was joined by the 
matching pants. Emma unbuttoned my shirt and cooed.

"I think hairy guys are so sexy..."

My cock was tenting my boxers and Emma tugged them 
down as I lifted my butt for her at the same time.

Emma gasped. "It's huge compared to the other one!" 
She took it in her hand. It throbbed achingly.

Swinging her leg over me, Emma straddled me and sank 
her tight, tight pussy around my cock. We groaned 
together.

Her pussy grew wetter as she took more and more of my 
length in her. I was halfway up her when my cock hit 
her cervix. Emma whimpered.

"I waited so long for this..." She cooed. Wrapping 
her arms around my neck, Emma slowly began to rise 
and fall on my cock, as deep as she could take it. 
Her young breasts raked against my chest as Emma 
moved atop me.

I reached down and grabbed her small/medium butt, 
kneading her cheeks roughly. That made Emma gasp and 
groan.

She started to move faster. Her pussy seemed to open 
more. Emma writhed and shook atop me, mouth hanging 
open, eyes closed. Her head lolled back.

Then she came. Her body shook wildly as the orgasm 
coursed through Emma. She cried out loudly as her 
pussy spasmed around my cock.

As her orgasm passed, Emma looked at me and smiled. 
"I didn't have an orgasm my first time. I knew you'd 
make me cum..."

"And you'll cum lots more, I promise you," I said.

Still gripping her butt cheeks, I began to pound her 
body up and down on my cock.

Emma squealed and gasped, her young body sagging 
against me, her head resting on my shoulder.

Not that I gave her time to rest. Emma was thrashing 
in a more powerful orgasm than before. She came two 
more times before I lifted her and myself and lay her 
on the pool table. I fucked her harder and Emma 
multi-orgasmed, clinging tightly to me. She was 
gasping loudly and breathing heavy, exhaustion 
starting to hit her. But I wasn't done yet.

I kept pounding my cock into Emma's pussy harder and 
faster and rougher, and she loved it all. I lost 
track of how many orgasms my Em had when I finally 
came thirty-five minutes later. I pumped my jizz into 
her young pussy nine, ten maybe eleven times.

Finally spent, Emma wrapped her legs around my waist 
so I couldn't escape her pussy just yet.

"You were right," Emma said hoarsely. "You did make 
me cum lots and lots," She giggled. "Thank you."

"No, thank you," I retorted. "I would never have 
dreamed I'd be getting to make love to you in a 
million years, Emma."

She smiled. "And I'll let you do it a million times 
more."

I leaned down and kissed her, never dreaming I'd be 
in love with someone as amazing as Emma Watson.

THE END 

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story 
is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything
in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in 
"real life" can look forward to many unproductive 
years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in 
their local prison system.
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