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(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 *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* 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. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 81