Note- This is not a true portrayal of actual events. It’s just pretend.
The excitement of flying from Bangkok to Hong Kong was equal to anything Emma Watson had ever experienced. Or rather, the incredible act of LANDING in Hong Kong, to be more precise. Anyone who has ever experienced the thrill of the aircraft seemingly weaving in and out of skyscraper buildings on that particular descent will have the view indelibly buried in the memory forever. With her cute nose pressed against the porthole window, Emma felt her stomach flip as the Airbus A350 dropped altitude dramatically as the pilots saw the runway. She watched wide eyed as she felt sure the tip of the starboard wing appeared to be mere inches from skimming off of a roof top. Her ears popped from the change in air pressure as the plane dropped hundreds of feet in seconds and somehow managed not to leave tyre tracks on the tops of the shanty town shacks below on the hillside. When the vehicle made contact with concrete and finally taxied to the landing gate, Emma realised that she had been holding her breath for a full minute! She disembarked on shaky legs and made her way through immigration.
x
Emma’s taxi took her from Hong Kong International Airport in Kowloon, through the tunnel, and on to Hong Kong Island. After listening to her gold toothed Chinese driver drivel on and on, they emerged from the tunnel. Emma was enthralled by the view of the vibrant city. New met old in the former British colony as she gazed at the numerous skyscraper buildings dwarfing the rather shabby looking shacks and junks that rode the lively waters of the indigo lit bay. The animated taxi driver finally pulled up at Emma’s choice of hotel, the Four Seasons, on the edge of Victoria Harbour, and she tumbled out into the street.
x
From the balcony of her room on the twenty-fifth floor, Emma could just make out see the hazy mainland of China on the horizon. Far below, the lights of Kowloon became brighter as night fell and Emma closed the door to the balcony. Her suite was not something to be found in the west. All the walls were covered with oriental weave paper, and the lamps were all made to look like Chinese lanterns. In the middle of two plush sofas was a long gold and chrome coffee table with a smoked glass top. Emma checked out the bathroom which had twin basins and a sunken bath tub with taps in the shape of fish heads. There must have been well over a dozen towels of all different sizes which hung from two horizontal rails. The king sized bed dominated the bedroom and had a spacious walk-in wardrobe. Wearing her complimentary cotton yukata, Emma ran a bath and slipped into it with relish. Within a half hour, she was in bed and asleep, a result of her long flight.
x
Emma awoke late the next day, the jet lag knocking her body clock way out of sync. She rose and visited the in house cafe and gratefully tucked into a brunch of smoked salmon avocado toast with soft egg and coriander. All washed down with a pot of Hot tea. Her first excursion on that first afternoon morning was to a place a friend had recommended. That being Cat Street, a thoroughfare in Sheung Wan. Once one of the first roads built after the British colonised Hong Kong in 1842, Lascar Row, going by it’s real title, is now a shopping area with countless antique shops and art boutiques. Emma enthusiastically browsed the many disorganised stalls for hours, eventually purchasing some pieces of jade and a few ceramic horsemen from the Ming Dynasty.
x
After a welcome siesta back in the hotel and a dinner of teriyaki gazed halibut, Emma was eager to discover what Hong Kong’s nightlife had to offer. She left the hotel around eight and set off on foot, strolling along the crowded streets with countless others. The oppressive heat and humidity hit her like a solid wall and she almost felt dizzy by the time she reached the harbour front. But a few welcome drops of rain began to fall from the cloudy evening sky. A cacophony of sound filled her ears as she felt the light drizzle become a downfall. Dressed only in an abbreviated dress she had thought would fit perfectly with the warm climate and the heat of the evening atmosphere. The dress was very short and barely covered her small, tight butt. Due to the brevity of the dress, Emma kept tugging down on the hem to conceal her black G-string beneath. Pretty soon, Emma found herself down a side street in search of some shelter from the rain. The narrow thoroughfare bustled with various bars and clubs, their messages and invitations a mix of and Chinese and English. The theme of the banners was undoubtedly sexual in nature. Massage Parlours, Steam Baths, Girls, Strip Clubs, Girls. Go-go bars had images advertising scantily clad young ladies. Their asserts were on full display with nothing left to the imagination. As she passed along the street, various club owners tried to catch her eye.
“Hey, missy? Missy? Yeah, you! Wanna see show? Cheap rates. Good show. Best in Hong Kong, innit.”
Emma look startled by a skinny Chinaman in a cheap two piece suit and a broad grin. He crooked a finger and pointed to the seedy looking establishment behind him, nodding urgently. By now, the rain was torrential and Emma was desperate to get inside somewhere. Anywhere, She shrugged and handed over HK$100 and was hastily ushered inside the badly lit club interior. She cautiously took the dingy stairs down to the noisy basement. If the outside looked unpromising, then the inside fared no different.
Extensive bars were set up throughout the crammed club, and Emma noted that most of the clientele were male. Both Chinese and European. All eyes were on the stage that was lit by three strobe lights. Bass driven music boomed out into the smoke filled room as Emma found a table and seat way at the back. She ruffled her damp hair and crossed her legs as she watched three almond eyed, female dancers swaying and gyrating to the music.
“Oh, my!”
Emma looked on as they sensuously writhed hips and butts to the urgent throbbing music, pressing against each others bodies and curves. One would be sandwiched from front and rear at the same time by the other two, and then they all moved so that one of the others became the flesh filling. All three women were dancing in a sensual and erotic flush as they slowly began to strip off. Tops, mini skirts, and thongs were ripped away and discarded. Once bare of any clothing they became even more intimate as they openly fondled each other. Emma’s eyes were wide open as all three opened their mouths with darting, swirling tongues, and lips smacking loudly. The attentive male audience yelled encouragement as the women dipped their in between lithe legs.
“This is unbelievable!”
Emma began to get excited at all the flesh so enticingly close by in the claustrophobic club. She rubbed her thighs together discreetly under the tablecloth where she was seated as her temperature rose with her sexual arousal. The prettiest of the three Chinese dancers had one of her companion’s hands ride up the cleft of her Ass cheeks, as the other slid along her black bush and between her legs. As they neared the edge of the stage, two of them ground their pussies on each other’s thrusting fingers as the main one flung her arms up in the air and pointed to one side of the stage.
‘What is that?”
Another series of strobes lit up and white light spotlights came on as three men pushed on three black and ominous looking Sybian machines which had thick ten-inch dildos mounted on them! This was the first time in Emma’s life she had seen one for real. The saddle like devices on the floor of the stage were like a cylinder cut in half and with its flat side placed on the floor. The top of its curved surface was capped with the vertically aligned phallic like devices to give the ultimate stimulation.
Emma’s mouth dropped at the sight as they were switched on and she saw the black dildos thrust up and down repeatedly as they came to life. As her eyes became more accustomed to the light, she noted the machine in the middle had double headed dildos that quivered alternately! Everybody watched in hushed tones as all three naked dancers grinned and mounted the humming Sybians and impaled themselves fully on the dildos! They ran their hands across their glistening bodies, tantalizing the audience as they ‘oohed’ and ‘aahed’ in sheer bliss. The crowd cheered them on enthusiastically as each woman bucked and rode the fake cocks that vibrated madly in the saddles. They then began to move their hips back and forth, grinding hard down on the Sybians. It was incredibly Hot to watch and Emma herself felt her own body yearn for the intense pleasures of the wicked sexual stimulation.
She squinted her eyes as the young lead dancer shifted on the machine so that one dildo thrust up her Pussy, and another pushed in at her tightly clenched asshole. The girl grit her teeth as she embraced the sensations of two dildos impaling her nether holes. Her mouth dropped open as the two dildos alternately began thrusting in. As the one Sex toy entered her cunt, so the other withdrew from her anus, and vice versa. The already suffocating atmosphere became even more heated as the mainly male audience cheered and yelped in amazement.
Emma did not see the two shadowy figures in the gloom plonk themselves down beside her as she absentmindedly stroked her thighs. As her eyes remained glued to the sexy naked nubiles riding the mechanical fuck machines, she was surprised to feel unknown hands fondle her hands and upper arms.
“Terribly exciting, is it not?”
Emma turned to see a fair haired woman with a big grin and speaking to her in a Rodean accent.
“Oh, hello.”
“I think it’s most awfully Hot, don’t you?” Came a male voice.
On her right was an Englishman in a suit and cravat. Possibly in his early fifties and perhaps twice the woman’s age. Emma gasped as the blonde snaked a hand up her dress to her G-string.
“Naughty! Look here, Charles.”
“Let me.”
Before Emma could protest, the blonde maneuvered his hand towards Emma’s crotch, searching for her barely covered mound. She snapped her legs together and blushed.
“Such a delicate beauty, Claire.”
“Look! I think there may be a mistake…” Protested Emma, moments before Claire thrust her tongue in her mouth. Emma mumbled in vain as Charles took a snap of the entwined women on his mobile phone.
“Pease don’t struggle so, Miss Watson.”
“What?”
Still somewhat dazed, Emma could only watch as Charles handed his Wife the phone and then shoved his hand down the front of Emma’s dress. Claire took a picture and he pulled back.
“You know me?”
“My dear Miss Watson. Are you really so naive? Half the world knows you from your charming portrayal of the wholesome witch.”
“I cried at the end of the final movie.” Said Claire in mocking tones.
“I’m sorry. I have to leave.”
As Emma attempted to rise from her chair, Charles roughly pulled her back.
“Hey now. We only just met. We were hoping to entertain you at our place.”
“And if I refuse?”
Claire held up the phone and spread her hands.
“I’m sure the gutter press would be a tad amused by these pictures of yourself taken in a Hong Kong brothel with my tongue down your throat.”
“All we want is a little fun and games. You appeared quite taken by the ladies riding the Sybian. We have lots more similar toys at home. What do you say?”
x
How on earth do I ever get into these situations, wondered a perplexed Emma. And did it really matter what a few indiscreet photographs of her partying meant to the general public? Her mind was in a whirl as Claire nudged her in the back seat of the dark green Subaru.
“This is a dream come true! Emma Watson! I understand your nerves, my dear, but it’s all in fun and there are no strings. If you do as we wish, that is. Charles and I just Love having others join in our, shall we say, play?”
Charles pulled up the car after a twenty minute drive away from the hustle and bustle of the city. Emma peered out of the window at a two floor independent townhouse next to the water edge.
“We found this lovely house ten years ago when Charles had to retire from the British Consulate here. We Love it.”
Emma was guided to an outdoor winding staircase that led to the rear entrance to the abode. Claire held the hand of her husband as they all entered the main room and sat. The place had white washed walls and bamboo floors. One great window faced the dark waters in the near distance.
“Drink? You simply must try Umeshu. It’s a local plum wine.”
Emma found herself seated on a sofa between the lecherous couple and blushed. Charles reached out to her left thigh and let his hand run up and down the supple flesh. Emma noticed that he couldn’t stop looking at her breasts down the front of her dress. Claire cooed in her right ear. The blonde, in fact, was quite a stunner. She was quite tall, well tanned, slender and with ridiculously oversized breasts. Most probably enhanced. She had legs up to her armpits and was drop dead gorgeous. Emma sipped her drink as both of them squeezed her petite frame with their heated bodies.
“Your evening will not be unpleasant or painful. I assure you that you will be subjected to a veritable sexual storm.”
Emma blinked. Their words and boldness left her in a state of feverish anticipation, which intensified into an unbearable excitement. Curiosity got the better of her as they headed to the main bedroom to meet her fate. It was like no other Emma had set eyes on. A central mirror in the ceiling sat above the bed which had a mountain of plush pillows heaped together at the top end. A strong smell of incense filled the room and assailed Emma’s nostrils, and what with the strong drink, she felt slightly fuzzy.
“I used to be so like you,” said Claire as she sidled up to Emma. “So innocent, so demure. And then I met Charles.”
The statuesque blonde went to her seated husband and undid his slacks and slid them off. Emma was pleasantly surprised to see his erect cock spring Free. Easily seven inches and with a circumcised mushroom head.
“OH!”
Emma gasped as she was spun around to face Charles as Claire held her arms against her sides from behind. Emma sighed as the nape of her neck was nibbled and licked. Then, without any warning, the front of her dress was tugged down to reveal her perky tits. Emma licked her dry lips as Claire tweaked her nipples between thumb and forefinger.
“Um, ahh!”
Emma purred in delight a Claire snaked her right hand under the hem of her dress and stroked her upper thigh. The touch was gentle but assured, as Emma’s sensitive areas were rubbed in slow semi circles. Emma reached back to caress Claire’s cheek as busy fingers found their way inside her tiny G-string. Her Pussy was tingling like mad as Claire made long and careful strokes up her crack.
“He’s totally changed my life. Showed me the true meaning of sexual ecstasy and fulfillment. I feel so liberated.”
Emma moaned from the welcome probing of her muff and she wobbled on the balls of her feet as her moist Pussy was frigged rapidly. Through half lidded eyes, Emma saw Charles wanking off in his seat at the sight of the two sensuous women in front of him.
“Charles likes you.” Whispered Claire closely.
Emma mumbled between pursed lips as her hips rolled and undulated from the attention to her Sex.
“He wants you. I want you.”
Claire pushed her figure into Emma from behind as three fingers thrust in and out of her weeping cunt. The pace was steady and relentless as Emma quivered in pleasure. The merest hint of contact on her throbbing clit sent urgent messages to he brain. The frigging became intense, and Emma’s slit made lewd squishing sounds as she came. Emma struggled to stay on her feet as she cupped her damp mound. Lost in the moment she failed to see the couple strip off completely and drag an odd looking device into the middle of the room.
“This is the new improved Supermax Bendy machine, straight in from Tokyo.”
Emma’s jaw slackened at the sight of the large and ominous looking Sex machine.
“This beauty will realise all your sexual fantasies, satisfy all your wishes, and make your wishes come true.” Said Charles proudly as he lubricated each toy in turn.
The stainless steel contraption had a robotic vertical arm that extended up from the robust base at a 45 degree angle. At about twelve inches long, the arm had an unusual attachment at the end. A sort of shark shaped head, fifteen inches in length, and with eleven six inch dildos sticking out at three inch intervals on a loop. When Charles switched it on, the wheel began to rotate in a 360 degree fashion. As it did so, the pink dildos wobbled madly in the loop, stabbing the air in search of nubile flesh. Around and around they went with a muted hum.
“Goodness!”
“Show her what to do, lover.”
Emma drank in Claire’s nakedness as she confronted the business end of the fucking machine. She was all tits and Ass, and had a shaven mons. She pushed her loins forwards, gradually getting closer to the rotating loop of fake cocks. She looked over her shoulder at Emma and then shrieked aloud as the soft toys flapped at her Pussy.
“Soooo good!”
Claire then turned around and dipped her Ass to the toys and let the tips of the dildos flap down her butt cleavage over and over. Emma looked on in fascination as she let her dress drop from her shoulders and slip her G-string off.
“Have a go.”
Now naked, Emma bit her lip as she stepped up close to the quickly turning loop. Claire held her left elbow as she cautiously met the protruding cocks. With a shove from the blonde, Emma felt the incessant slap, slap, slap on her bared slit as she hovered over the fuck machine.
“Bloody hell!”
In quick succession, the dildos stroked her Pussy. They felt pliable against her Pussy lips, flexible and spongy as opposed to the usual rigid ones.
“Isn’t it amazing?”
Emma turned to Claire and mumbled an affirmative as her Pussy was thrashed at persistently. Her inner thighs were smeared by her own Love juices as her muff leaked profusely. The pleasure took her by surprise. The machine sent countless pleasurable vibrations to her clit and Pussy. She ran her hands across her body as her skin glowed from her perspiration. Emma began to move her hips back and forth more rapidly, grinding her Pussy on the protuberances. Her tits jiggled lightly as her carnal desire for more of the intense pleasures increased.
“Oh my gosh!”
The device was quite formidable, as the fake cocks sprang back and forth in front of her. Charles decided it was time to take it to the next level. He could tell Emma was silently begging for more intense stimulation. A click of the button on the control was all it took to fulfill her wish. Instantly, the machine grew louder as did Emma’s welcome moans. The rotating head had become decidedly more powerful. Emma cupped her breasts as the numerous cocks slapped wickedly on her dropping Pussy. On it’s maximum setting it rocked Emma’s slight body. She opened and closed her mouth as she withered in ecstasy.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes!” She moaned.
The dildos fanned the hood of her clit as she wiggled her hips to the correct angle of contact. It was a sheer bombardment of her erogenous zones. Clitoris, Pussy lips, and anus, all at the same time. Emma felt a full body flush and sobbed loudly. Her body tensed in anticipation of the inevitable, and her mouth gaped into a wide oval.
“I’m coming! I’m coming!” She cried out.
Emma arched her back and came. Her entire naked body stiffened as she experienced a series of short intense convulsions. Charles allowed her Orgasm to subside, and then clicked the remote in his hand and the machine whirred into silence. Only Emma’s soft panting could now be heard as she recovered from her ordeal.
