Emma sat on the edge of the chez lounge, her whole body trembling slightly, her nervous system on overload with fear and anticipation. She wanted what was coming, but was terrified of what getting it would mean. For her social standing, for her career, for her body. But she knew she couldn’t withstand either. She was utterly torn.

“Please, let’s just take it slow, okay? I’ve never done anything like this before…”

The group of ten bulky older black men let out a small peal of cruel laughter, all of them completely nude, most of them already rock hard. Some of them still working and jerking their gigantic black dicks as they eyed up her lithe young white body lustily.

“Ain’t how this works, you rich cunt.” one of them said, the others laughing more at it.

Emma scooted back in excited and terrified exuberance as they advanced on her.

– Casting Call –

Emma Watson, world popular actress and political advocate, the delicate flower of the silver screen. What more could be said about her? A whole generation had grown up with her, watching her blossom from a mousy nerd to a courageous and gorgeous young woman. Even now at 32, her sultry brown eyes, sandy hair, charming smile, and fair complexion, combined with her 5’5 frame, her 32b cup breasts and shapely ass, made her the masturbatory fantasy of men the globe over. She was by far the most sought after woman in every search engine in existence. A fact that she knew, and loathed in many methods. She was more than a sex object, but she knew she would never be seen as anything but that, particularly as an actress. It was the driving force that inspired her staunch feminism, and made her such a vocal advocate for marginalized groups everywhere.

Which is why she never would have imagined getting a message from a “sleazy” pornographer asking for her time, or that she would consider meeting him. She had been relaxing at her palatial home, doing a long slow routine of yoga, when she heard her tablet chime with a message breaking the silence in the room. She sighed, slightly exasperated at the small but significant weight of the chime, as it was her personal and private email, meaning it was likely her casting agent letting her know about a new opportunity. She arched her back one last time, downward facing dog done for now, and stood up her bare feet clapping slightly on the floor as she moved to the couch, slinking down and grabbing her tablet. She turned her head quizzically, not recognizing the name of the sender, but opening it regardless, knowing it couldn’t just be spam.

From: Onyx Masters

Subject: In Recognition of Your Advocacy Work

Dear Ms. Watson,

First, let me say I’m an massive fan of your work, but that’s not why I’ve contacted you. I have taken great interest in your political advocacy, and your passion for championing marginalized groups. While you may not agree with our overall brand, I assure you that I hope to make gigantic changes to the world, and the power structure currently in place, and I know women like you will help lead the charge. Which is why I’d like to contract you to spearhead our latest campaign efforts, the details of which are attached. Feel free to contact me if you’re interested, the details of which are also in the attached contract.

I have no doubt you’ll want to investigate me and my body of work as well, so I’m sending you a premium pass for our content, which you are free to use for either company or personal pleasure.

Thank you for your time, and your passion,

– Onyx Masters

Emma wasn’t sure what he was selling yet, but she liked the idea of being recognized for her activist work, and not just her acting. She tapped on the link he sent, opening a login page, which she quickly copied the credentials into, clicking the large grey “SUBMIT” button. No one else was in her home, but she was embarrassed none the less, as the sudden symphony of screaming and orgasming women came blaring out of her tablet. She fumbled the device slightly, catching it in both hands, the full scope of what was on screen finally coming into focus as she locked eyes on it. The video welcoming her to the site, showing dozens and dozens of mostly white women getting fucked in every position from every angle, eyes rolling back, toes curling, legs shaking, as gigantic black dicks pounded them in every hole, cum splashing down throats, on faces, tits, toes, asses and backs, and leaking from every orifice. Emma was mortified, but also couldn’t take her eyes off of it. The intro video finally coming to a close, the words CONVERSION KINGS splayed across the page in gold.

Emma let out a gasped breath, processing everything she’d just seen, the images still flashing in her head. She almost put the tablet down, but instead pulled it back up, unsure as to why she wanted to view more, but feeling unable to stop herself. She scrolled through the thousands of videos on offer, each one showing the brutal sexual conquest of one or more women, with such colorful titles as, “The Converting An Entire Senior Class Challenge!”, “Impregnating Married Mother of Two” and “My Japanese Air Stewardess Harem”. She didn’t actual watch any of them, she was just absolutely astounded at the sheer amount of content, women… and the size of the black cocks on display. She shuddered, her body filled with the electric buzz of being incredibly turned on while her mind struggled to convince it it should be disgusted. She looked down, noticing her nipples were so hard, she could see them through her yoga top, and her wetness was starting to show through her bottoms.

“What the hell is going on with me..?” she uttered to herself, brushing her hands across her nipples as if she could sweep them away.

She closed out the window, going back instead to read the proposed contract, the content of which proved to be somehow more shocking. In so many words, Mr. Masters had outlined how he wanted her to be the face of his high user account Global campaign efforts, and that she would be joining the ranks of dozens of female influencers he had already contracted, the key exception being her international status. It also, in no uncertain terms, stated that she would not only pose completely nude, but would also have full penetrative sex on camera with an indeterminate number of black men, in order to espouse the values of equality and open sexuality. Her mouth hung open, balking at the absurdity of asking a woman of her stature to be a porn star of sorts, but at the same time, admiring the boldness of it all. She hit sleep on her tablet and started to get up to get herself a cup of tea and process all of it, but the moment she shifted her legs, the aching need in her clitoris made her pause, the pleasure massive.

She knew she was alone, but reflexively looked around, before easing herself up and straddling the arm of her large corner sofa. Another tinge of pleasure shooting through her as she settled on it, both her hands grabbing the back of the couch to brace herself. She closed her eyes, her lips parting slightly, as she started slowly grinding herself against the arm.

“Oh my god…” she whispered to herself, a smile cracking across her lips.

Emma had never been this insanely horny before, it was unlike anything she had felt with any of the boyfriends she had throughout the years. She didn’t want to dwell on any of them, but no romantic gesture, no slow seduction, or amount of foreplay they had ever tried could parallel this. Instead, she let her mind drift back to the myriad of pained and pleasured faces, the sheer volume of semen pumping over them, how degraded and used they all were… and she wanted to be one of them. Picturing her own face popping up in some quick cut compilation, a gigantic black dick spreading her tender white pussy aside, her toes curling, neck craning back as she screamed out in orgasm. She had been grinding even harder, more furiously, as she wondered, her yoga pants soaked straight through, her toes genuinely starting to flex up, the rising wave of orgasm about to crash over her.

“Fuck… fuck… yes… fuck me…” she whispered again, her one free hand riding up under her shirt and squeezing her nipple.

She tipped her head back, a moan turning into a shout, as she came hard, shaking and spasming so hard she fell sideways onto the couch cushions, tumbling onto her back, one leg over the arm, the other hanging over the front. She reached down, plunging her hand down her pants, rubbing her clit hard and fast, exploding again and again, squirting into, and thoroughly soaking, her yoga pants.

“Oh my… oh my…” she stammered, unable to make her brain work enough to finish.

Emma lay there happily in the wash of dopamine, more thoroughly satisfied than she could ever remember being, and decided she would have to meet with this Onyx after all, even if she didn’t let herself get fucked on camera. Because if this feeling was what he was selling, she would be more than happy to help him share it to the world.

– The World Deserves to Know –

Emma decided to meet Mr. Masters at his home and studio, as there was an infinite parade of paparazzi constantly circling her home like vultures, and they would make infinite waves about him being anywhere near her. So instead, she went incognito, slipping out with the supposed crew of maids and cleaners, transferring vehicles several times just to be completely sure that she lost her tail. Finally throwing on a surgical mask with sunglasses, and taking an Uber to her destination, the driver also completely unaware of who she was. She stood uncertain on the walk up to the door, knowing what kind of man was waiting for her on the other side. She straightened the hem of her large hooded sweatshirt, swallowed nervously, and approached the door, pressing the bell. Her potential future employer and host answered the door, his smile standing out strongly against his dark skin.

“Well, my goodness, who is this stranger on my doorstep?” he said, jesting.

“May I come in? I don’t want anyone to see me.” she said, trying not to look around.

“I’d hate to embarrass you,” he said, looking around behind her, “But there’s no one here waiting for you, except for me.”

She finally took a short glance behind her, before turning back and taking off her sunglasses.

“I’m sorry, I just… you know I’m always being watched and followed. I feel like I can never escape it all sometimes. May I come in?” she said, relief finally setting in.

“Please do, I’ve been looking forward to our meeting.” he said, gesturing her inside.

She slipped past, entering the cool dark of his home and studio, a surprisingly modest dwelling for a man who she knew flat out was a multimillionaire. She took a short glance in the living room area, recognizing his iconic chez lounge, which she had seen in a multitude of his videos, the stage on which he played out his pornographic exploits on hundreds of women. The sight making her smile and blush.

“I see you’re admiring our studio,” he said, gently clapping a large black hand on her shoulder, “Did you have time to read the contract, or were you too busy conducting “other” research?”

“What? Oh.” she chuckled, “Yeah, I did. Read the contract, I mean. Not that I didn’t DO… other research.” She said, lowering her face in an embarrassed smile, “I liked your recent content featuring women in gaming.”

“Ah yes, that was quite the weekend. We made a lot of progress on the digital stage.” he said, reminiscing fondly over his conquests.

“And you really slept with all of those women?” she asked, impressed.

“I try and have a hand in all our video content Ms. Watson, but when it comes to personal projects like that one, I make sure I’m always front and center. So yes, nearly two dozen women over an extended weekend.” he said, enjoying a moment of self indulgent pride.

“That’s quite impressive.” she said, flirting a little.

“But enough about them, I want to focus on you.” he said, returning the charm. “What did you think of my offer? How would you like to be the first of our international superstars representing the brand?”.

She leaned against the living room door frame, nuzzling her head between her shoulder and the wall biting her lip a little bit.

“I have to admit, it’s extremely tempting.” she said, her brown eyes taking him all in, as they drifted down to the swell in his pants, “but I have a career to consider. Disney wouldn’t exactly think about calling me back if they saw me having sex for real on camera. Isn’t exactly on brand.”

“You be surprised at what’s on their brand these days. It’s almost as if they’re riding the wave of a rising tide.” he said, his confidence unshaken.

“You’re awfully cocky.” she said, loving it.

“In more ways than one.” he said moving over, pressing her against the wall, her brown eyes locking with his as he looked down at her.

He scooped her up, her firm ass parked firmly on his arm as he effortlessly raised her to his mouth. She threw her arms around his neck, embracing him, her body surrendering to his advances as they kissed deeply, the company deal forgotten temporarily in a moment of sudden passion. She pulled away, letting him kiss and suck her slender white neck, her eyes closing as she let the pleasure take over. He lowered her back to her feet, pinning her arms above her head, teasing her lips with kisses just out of reach.

“You know what your biggest sin is, Ms.Watson?” he said, grinning.

She leaned in to kiss him, as he deftly pulled away.

“What would that be, Mr. Masters?” she said breathily aching for his mouth on hers.

“Your ego. You think you’re some sort of grand prize to me?” he replied, his face turning stern, letting her go.

“What?” she said, confused, unsure of what just happened.

“I didn’t bring you here for some romantic tryst.” he said, standing up straight and straightening his tie, “This isn’t some chance for you to fulfill some dirty fantasy of yours. We either make a deal, or you stop wasting my time with your overinflated sense of self worth.”

“I… how dare you.” she said, his words hurting more than she would have considered, “You contacted me BECAUSE I’m more valuable than any of your other supposed assets.”

“I contacted YOU because you’re the most searched for piece of white ass on the internet, and I wanted to exploit that. I could just as easily replace you with Emma Stone, and believe me, it wouldn’t be hard.” he said, unphased by her bravado.

“Then you…” she wanted to fight back, but the truth was, she needed to have her ego checked, “Am I that bad?” she asked, deflated.

“You think you can speak for whole groups of people like you’re some sort of god to us? You need to recognize you’re just another white girl, one who happened to luck into a lucrative career, not transcend into the messiah of the downtrodden.” he said, his words harsh but true.

“I’m sorry, I… the Hollywood lifestyle really brings out the worst in people, doesn’t it?” she sighed, “What can I do to put things right with you?”

“Before you even sign anything, I want you to realize your real worth. Not some glory filled, smoke up your ass, priss who thinks she deserves me.” he said, turning and walking to the living room.

“Okay, what exactly do you want me to do?” she said trotting behind him like a loyal dog.

“Have a seat.” he said, ushering toward the lounge.

She sat, her knees tilted together, her arms splayed out on either side.

“I built this empire from the ground up, I went from chump to champ, climbing out of the dirt. It’s time you realized what it’s like being in the dirt too.” he said, snapping his fingers.

Like loyal soldiers, ten burly older black men stepped out from the back dressing area, fully nude, large black cocks hanging between their legs.

“Oh my goodness, I don’t know if…” she looked around wildly as they approached.

It wasn’t what she came here for, but maybe it was exactly what she needed. She eyed up the crowd of older black men, their meaty black dicks swelling at the idea of ravishing her young white body.

“Okay.” she said, a rushed whisper.

The men started to advance.

– No Lights, No Camera, Just Action –

After her weak plea for leniency was denied, they swarmed over her, whipping her hoodie over her head, taking her shirt off with it, her bra unsnapped, tugged off, and thrown in the corner. Large black hands grabbing her shoulders, pushing her back, grabbing and working her nipples. Her shoes and socks being peeled off almost instantly, her jeans and panties being yanked down roughly and discarded. She was completely nude in a matter of seconds, black hands standing out starkly against her soft white skin as they groped her all over, fingers entering her delicate pussy and rubbing her clitoris. She could feel herself being raised up on a sea of hands, two of her new black lovers greedily sucking her toes. They turned her over in mid air, bringing her back down, this time on top of one of the men, who she was now straddling.

Emma felt the large black head of his cock smashing into her, the soft folds of her labia parted as he pushed in hard. The gigantic black rod driving her cervix aside, making her teeth grit as she embraced the pain, until he reached the limit of her body. She let out a near roar, the invigorating raw sexuality of the moment driving her wild. But this kind of vanilla sex wasn’t all she had in store, as another monstrously thick black cock smashed into her ass, instantly taking her anal virginity, and pushing until it couldn’t go in any deeper. She let out a pained scream, the thrusting now pistoning her insides in alternating strokes.

“HOLY FUCK!” she cried out the pleasure overwhelming, the merciless black strangers surrounding her, pawing at, and violating, her flesh, “Please, I’ve never been with a black man before, it’s too much!” she cried, her faux innocence just turning them on more.

The words had barely left her mouth when one of the men grabbed her head, forcing his cock right into her willing mouth as she moved to meet it. She could feel the gigantic head of his black cock trying to pound down her esophagus, but was only able to reach as far as her throat thanks to his girth. Sloppy wet gags choking out around his dick as he pumped her mouth furiously. Much to her pleasure, and surprise, another one of the men started smashing his cock toward her mouth as well, the two now fighting for space inside it, before being joined by a third. There was no way she could take them all in at once, but damn if she didn’t love trying.

With zero warning, yet another black cock started stretching it’s way into her abused white pussy. What she assumed was gonna be her first time with a black man, turning into a very aggressive gang bang instead, both her mouth and genitals being multiple penetrated. They were utterly abusing her body, turning an object of coveted beauty into a sloppy wet mess of writhing black cocks, and it was far from over, despite her already squirming in orgasm, her screams barely able to escape between the intruders filling her mouth. Her hips were in agony, her pussy being stretched and warped to take them all in, as her ass being punished and used. Emma had never felt trashier, and it was exhilarating. Whatever illusions she had of beauty and superiority were fucked clean out of her over the span of several hours.

Once the first three men had cum inside her, they simply swapped out for other ones, with so many dicks smashing their way inside her as time went on, she almost couldn’t be sure if it was only ten men anymore. Her brain was flooded with pure ecstasy, the pain vanishing into nothing but a dull ache as they ravished her. Cum filling her pussy to overflowing, her ass leaking it all over the lounge, choking down load after load as they exploded in her mouth, her perky tits smothered in it, her face an oozing mess, and her feet and toes covered from tip to heel. She honestly didn’t even remember when it ended, because at some point, she passed out from exhaustion, waking up eventually in a thin pool of semen, her body bathed in it. Her mind was dull, her brain a sex addled mess, but she felt born again, her old life over. She smiled, the force of her breath blowing bubbles of cum between her teeth.