Emma Watson Goes to College Pt. 02
Oxford, 2024. About supper time.
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The sun had all but vanished in the late evening leaving a beautiful orange sky as far as the eye could see. As she crossed the Oxford University grounds, Emma Watson looked bewitching in a little black dress of extreme elegance, not to mention furiously sexy. The actress's outfit had a very low-cut neckline, revealing more than just her shoulders. And the daring short length of her dress also allowed her to show off her goddess legs. The effect of her chosen outfit and her charming demeanour was nothing short of awe-inspiring.
Perfect from head to toe, Emma accessorized her black Prada dress with a very chic black handbag and pumps with high heels and pointed toes in the same colour. After achieving global fame at a young age thanks to Harry Potter, Emma Watson remained very discreet for a long time and only made rare public appearances. And today, the thirty-four-year-old had just arrived on the eve of her first term at Oxford University.
Oxford is not a campus university, so it is not all located on one site. It comprises many different buildings, including academic departments, colleges, and halls, located around the centre of Oxford. Many University buildings, such as gardens, libraries, and museums, as well as many of the colleges, are open to visitors during the day, although please note that they may have varying opening hours, fees, and rules for groups.
Emma had left her rented rooms in a good mood as she had been invited to dinner and a Bridge night at the cottage of Dean Johnson and his swinging wife, and she had readily accepted. The Old Reading Room is an exceptionally well-presented, personal, and romantic country cottage on the site of the Uni, and has been meticulously restored to a very high specification from what was originally the old school room where local children would have practiced their reading and music. The cottage provides light, airy, and extremely welcoming accommodation set across two floors, with several traditional features balancing out a clean and modern feel.
Jemima met Emma at the front door in an extremely tight-fitting silver lame evening gown with a long slit up the left side revealing her luscious legs sheathed in gossamer black nylons. Her light hair was up and tied at the back of her head and showed off her pearl necklace perfectly. As she was ushered in, Emma noted how the teetering high heels made the massive mammaries of the top-heavy hostess bounce up and down, unfettered as they were by the braless front of her gown.
Indeed Emma had to suppress a giggle as she fully expected Jemima's huge bosom to tumble free of her low-cut bodice any second. The Dean stood nursing a brandy in the main room and wore a formal dark suit and tie. Emma wondered why the much younger Jemima had married such a skinny silver-haired man who must have been twenty years her senior. Seeing how she was highly sexed and very forward. (See part 1)
"I must apologise but the dinner and card game has been postponed. I should have informed you. But if you are willing we have a special floor show which can begin now that you are in attendance."
Floor show? Sounded a bit suspect. The older woman looked into her face with a frank sexual intent. Emma fought to keep any alarm showing and showed her hostess two rows of perfect white teeth. She just nodded as the couple motioned for her to take the stairs up one flight. They passed several pictures on the wall portraying the Oxford scene from bygone ages. As the couple vanished inside the third door down the hallway, Emma caught up with them and watched Dean Johnson seat himself in a plush upholstered armchair as his spouse beckoned to her to join them.
The room was dominated by a wing back bed which exuberated a majestic and royal aura with its beautifully winged headboard and upholstered side panels and footboard to match. The bed frame offered an aesthetic look to the interior and the wood-panelled walls gave the image of a subdued but graceful background. It was because of the deliberate low lighting that Emma did not see the three other men standing to one side in dark suits, looking like extras from the Men In Black movies.
"Emma, please meet our guests for the evening. This is William."
Jemima spread her hand to a blue-eyed, brown-haired fellow who stood about five-eleven.
"Next up is Maurice."
Maurice was a tall, youngish-looking hunk with black hair and who was perfectly manicured.
"And Jack."
Jack looked Emma directly in the eyes with an intriguing pout. At six feet five he was the tallest and his brushed-back brown hair made him seem even taller. Emma stood awestruck as the men hustled up and bumped her hips with a certain deliberation.
"Let me guess. I'm to be the floor show?"
"Precisely, my dear Miss Watson. Are you game? Did I judge you correctly? You have an unbridled lust for pleasures of the flesh. Here is your preschool gift from the Dean and I. Entertain us while you are ravished by three extremely hot studs. Discretion will be respected and when we are all done it will be as if nothing occurred."
Jemima sat beside her husband and made herself comfortable as the well-hung hired studs ran their hands up and down Emma's flanks. She in turn rubbed her hands over them as she looked at the unabashed vixen. Was this another test of her free living and previous statements about female sexuality? Emma had experienced the full spectrum of the female orgasm. She had no qualms about sleeping with others for the sake of having sex and had been bold enough to say so. She looked at the impressive line up of stunt cocks more closely and her pussy skipped a beat.
"Very well. I accept."
All the men reached out to Emma and she welcomed the many hands that squeezed and fondled her tender flesh through her light dress. The already short hem was lifted and as her thighs and bottom were pawed at her eyes an intense tingling sensation flooded her nether region. She relished being the centre of attention of so many fine-looking men, and when her dress was unzipped from behind she willingly let it float down to her heels. Left in just her underwear, Emma went down to her haunches and looked from one big bulging crotch to another.
With trembling fingers, Emma unleashed the rampant erection of Maurice and she stared in awe at his sizeable cock. He was quite large and she got the first doubt about her decision to participate in the so-called floor show. It looked ready to burst already with pulsing veins and the head smeared with pre cum.
The other two unzipped their flies and out popped two more equally big dicks. The
tallest of all the stunt cocks at six feet and more, Jack loomed over her as Emma proceeded with a hands-free blowjob as she gripped the other big cocks and wanked each in her fists. The cock of the tall fellow was an impressive eight inches and Emma had some difficulty in getting her jaw to slacken enough to take him all in. She let her tongue swirl gently and teasingly around the glans and then enveloped the shiny knob.
"Good start, my dear Miss Watson. A far cry from the Warner Brothers studio. You're so mature now."
Emma rocked on her heels as she sucked enthusiastically, moaning with joy as she jerked the other two without looking. Jack placed his hands on either side of her head and guided her head up and down as he fucked her mouth. She gagged and drooled, eventually being allowed some respite as he pulled back.
Turning to her right Emma gobbled up the bouncing cock of William who she thought tasted quite delicious. She devoured as much of it as she could, her saliva dripping down his solid shaft. Next to her, she stroked the cock of Jack who began to throw off his jacket and unbutton his shirt.
Close up they all looked huge in her vision as she stroked them and sucked each in turn. She made loud slurping noises as she warmed up and bounced up and down in excitement. The rapt Dean and wife looked on delighted as each stiff cock was sucked into Emma's mouth one by one. Her jaw stretched open as the bulbous helmets wedged inside and she gurgled and choked as she bravely sucked hard.
With the biggest cock securely in her grip, Emma sucked feverishly on the large organ, depositing a huge glob of saliva on his knob and using that as lube to begin stroking his shaft with two hands. She forced herself down on him to the point where she began to gag. Her eyes watered as she forced the head of his cock down her throat causing her gag reflex to go into overdrive resulting in her almost choking on that massive dick in her mouth. After struggling to get almost half of his stiff dick in her mouth, she backed off and attempted to catch her breath.
"My pussy is sooo wet! I need some attention down there."
Jemima nodded and Jack picked the actress up and threw her face down on the large bed. She lifted her rear end and he drew her panties off. As her cheeks were fondled and kneaded a slithering tongue dove between her cleft and speared her gash. All the men were naked now and William kissed her as he played with her tits from the other end.
Jack joined Maurice and they both licked her pussy from behind. She writhed on her belly and leaked juices profusely as William fed her his dick. As she wanked his shaft she licked the bell end as her three lovers serviced her from front and back.
Having a tongue pleasure you by licking and lapping one's pussy is wonderful, to say the least, but having TWO at the same time is divine. The two hired stunt cocks slobbered and slithered here and there behind her, and both lightly smacked her cheeks making them jiggle and shake.
"Mmmm!"
The trembling beauty felt hot waves travel through her and she purred with pleasure. She could hear herself moaning and the guys spluttering back there. One of them could be heard raising up on hands and knees and his groin fitted against her bottom. Emma felt the telltale helmet of a stiff dick nudge her wet folds and as her lower body was raised up to a better position, the stud followed through with a grunt. What a glorious feeling of having a hot and rigid dick in one's pussy. The dildo from her earlier encounter with Jemima may have hit the spot but you can't eat the real thing. It felt like a big club stretching her out.
His hands held onto her waist as he began to fuck her with hefty pelvic thrusts. It was Jack who took her first as Maurice came up beside William and joined in dick-slapping her face. She was easily shunted back and forth on Jack's cock as he bumped her backside in the doggy stance.
A sweet radiance coursed through the actress as she was fucked with a nice rhythm. As she concentrated on the other two, Jack captured her swinging breasts and cradled them in his hands. He effortlessly pulled her back onto his length and Emma bumped back into his upper thighs with alacrity.
Will then laid on his back in such a way that his upright pole was within reach for her to continue sucking on his length. She alternated between him and Maurice as she was happily fucked from behind. Jack pulled out after a few minutes and Emma landed in William's lap in a reverse cowgirl position. She leaned back and started to ride his stiff cock as the other two stood on the bed and wagged their pricks at her to suck on.
"Look, husband. See how his cock fills Miss Watson?"
Indeed, this new position afforded the corrupt couple a clear view of the escort's cock driving inside Emma's trimmed muff. The greased-up cock slid in and out with relative ease, and the lust-crazed filly gripped his thighs as she shunted back and forth on his groin. As more and more of his cock was hungrily devoured by her, joyous moans of pleasure turned into whimpers of pleasurable pain. Ever the seasoned smut puppy, Emma rose up to the point where her pussy had only the tip of his cock in her, and then she slammed all the way down to his balls.
"To me."
Emma was lifted off his cock and was promptly seated in the lap of Maurice. She sank down instantly, taking most of his length inside her slippery cunt. His thighs tensed up as she tried to sit upright facing away from him. With a red mist in her eyes, Emma began to fuck herself on his impressive log, and the ravenous celeb bounced up and down with rapid hip rolls.
"Eek!"
Emma yelped when Jack suddenly grabbed her by her lustrous hair and rudely dragged her up to her feet. He growled as he spun her into her back on the carpet into the missionary position and held her legs out by her ankles. She gulped as he fed his lubed-up rod to her gaping entrance. He started to screw her into the floor with power strokes, and Emma moaned loudly with every thrust into her pussy. He grabbed her head and kissed her hard on the mouth.
"Harder! Harder!" she begged for her stud to fuck her brains out.
He began to rhythmically pump in and out of the grateful actress. Her screams had gotten to the point where she now had a rapt audience of the Dean and wife who had shed their clothing.
"That's it. Show my husband what a wanton slut the famous Emma Bloody Watson is."
"My word!"
Emma was turned 30 degrees on her back and she sighed contently as William buried his face in her wet pussy. He grabbed her breasts with two hands and he passionately caressed her tits and nipples. She shrieked as her legs were bent back so that her knees were beside her tits and the heels of her shoes pointed up to the ceiling.
He swiped her nether holes from anus to clitoris over and over until her inner thighs and snatch were saturated with spit. He leaned back and used his knob to find her fuck hole. He parted her soft folds with ease, and Emma grabbed hold of her tits as she shook from the initial hard strokes of the tall stud.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh!"
The willowy minx moaned and hissed every time he penetrated her and his big balls smacked against her upturned bottom. Her legs waved in the air as their groins mashed against each other. Her juices ran in a line down the sublime crevice between her cheeks and the wide-eyed actress held onto his flexed biceps.
Maurice then moved in and quickly took the place of Jack and the intense group fucking never let up for a second. The athletic stud planted his hands in such a position that he supported her upturned legs in the crook of his forearms as he moved to and fro inside her hot box. He bent to give her a passionate and lengthy kiss as he pulled back until his glistening cock was half out before thrusting right back in hard. Jack hovered at her head and pulled her back so that her golden brown hair fell. She opened her mouth as he plunged his slick cock into her mouth and literally face fucked her. As one cock slipped into her pussy, so the other banged the back of her throat.
"Goodness me, Miss Watson. I should have brought more men. You're quite the maneater. Literally!"
Emma just moaned with a full mouth as Jack jammed his cock in hard. Sweat dappled the back of Maurice as he slammed into her. He paused, slammed in again, and then paused. Dizzy from all the sex, Emma was again rudely manhandled and Wills put his hand over her mouth as he gripped her left ankle and dragged her across the carpet back toward the bed. Her hair fanned out behind her as the thick tufts of yarn rucked up the crevice between her buttocks. She was made to bend over the bed and the rampant stun cock came up behind her and mounted her doggy style. He proceeded to give her a series of hard probing thrusts before he started to shunt in and out at a fair rate.
"Oh...yes! Give...it...to...me!"
He took her hips in both hands and plunged in and out. His dick speared her sticky cunt with smooth thrusts up. As her lover shifted up a gear, her cheeks rippled from the hard bumping from his groin and they both groaned with pleasure.
It was a gangbang now and the Dean watched over the shoulders of his wife as she rode on his cock reverse cowgirl. All three hired escorts hovered behind the panting Emma Watson and they all took turns in fucking the ravaged woman from behind. They hammered her like there was no tomorrow and Emma lurched forwards with each powerful thrust. She could sense more of the guys awaiting their turns to fuck her as they gathered in a line.
"Fucking hell!"
Her shaking body was tipped over and the audience of two lost sight of the petite celebrity under a mass of huge studs. Her legs were once again held high in the air by her ankles, and Jack ravaged her pussy with a fast-moving tongue and rubbery lips. The other two held her legs apart as she was eaten out. Emma was dumbstruck as she was eaten alive by the ripped naked guys. The noises she made were like nothing she had ever emitted in her life. She screamed as fingers and flicking tongues in her cunt and anus brought her to a rapid climax. One of so many on this evening.
"Fuck! I'm coming!"
The lust-crazed and near-exhausted minx was lifted back onto all fours and mounted doggy once more. She squirted over the rigid cock that was gliding in and out of her glistening pussy, and she wilted as another and then another mounted her from behind and slammed their hips up to drive their big logs into her pussy.
"Finish off now, boys. It's enough."
The three studs encircled the bedraggled actress and they all jerked off in the direction of her divine form. In a trice, stream after stream of cum flowed out of their cocks and covered her tits and face with layers of goo. As they pumped and pumped in sync, Emma flicked out with her pink tongue all over the bulbous heads and let their hot seed coat her lips and tongue. White rivers teemed over her tits and cleavage as they ejaculated.
"Heavens! Isn't this exciting," cried Jemima as her older spouse came inside her with a grunt. "I think we can safely say that you are well and truly inducted into Uni, Miss Watson. Welcome to the club."
"Thanks," Emma trilled as she wound white jizz around her fingers and sucked them clean. Just fucking watch me, you pervert.
x
For those red-blooded males who live in the Oxford area, they might well have been lucky enough to get a sight of the confidant and graceful Emma Watson as she went out and about Oxford Uni. As sparkling as sunshine reflecting off glass, as full-bodied as burgundy, and as sensual as a plate of oysters, the wide-eyed honey went about her business. This was to be a new year with a new start, and Emma was determined to make an impression and succeed. Her life was definitely on track and she felt happier than she had in quite a while.
After the first month of term, Emma walked out of class just as the lecture by Professor Bell ended. She had recovered fully after her initial hectic induction and her muff had just started to close up naturally after her gangbang.
On this, her third week proper, she looked in fine fettle and looked casually chic as she stepped out in light blue denim jeans and a purple jumper to add a pop of colour. Emma wore trendy shades on the top of her head on the sunny day and had her golden brown tresses in loose waves. She had the least amount of makeup as she headed back to her rented rooms.
"Miss Watson, Miss Watson!"
Emma turned to see a young girl brushing by the other students on the grounds waving at her.
"Hi, what's up?"
"The Professor would like to see you if it is convenient. Here is his office."
The girl passed a slip of paper and took off. Emma wondered if this might be some criticism of her poems as she had given Bell a few samples of her writing. They had chatted briefly before his lecture where he had advised her that every lecture, seminar, and event on the Creative Writing degree course would inspire her to develop her writing voice, from stories and poetry to even plays and screenplays.
"By the end of the course, you'll have the versatile writing skills to take you to any career destination within creative and communication fields."
His encouraging words rang in her ears as she rushed off to the main college lodge.
x
"Before we start, Miss Watson, I have to tell you that I am a soft touch. Anything you require, and I mean anything, I'm here for you."
Emma was all ears as she sat opposite the older fellow and she found that initial greeting most gratifying. With little idea or inclination as to what he implied. He looked over his horn-rimmed glasses and then read from the lavender writing paper as he rubbed his chin. He spoke out loudly as Emma squirmed in her seat.
"We lay in bed in a heap of sweat and secretions until the moonlight shone on our naked bodies. We were strangers the night before, but now we were more, our lust and love that doth embody. Hmm. You are the one I desire the most and my sex will be thine host. Come to mine with your rod of steel, that you should sheath thyself in my reveal, and thereby do conceal. You wrote these poems, Miss Watson?"
"I did, Professor. Among other things like scenarios and scripts."
"Well, my initial view is that they are crap. They appear to have been written by a schoolgirl. Utter tosh."
"Really? I do have racier stuff. This is a mere sample."
"Indeed. I did hear that you were going to be the next Emmanuelle Arsan, but not by what I've read so far."
"But this is good in a way. I'm here for your guidance and your experience. Can you help me?"
"Perhaps. If you would indulge me I may give you a practical this very moment."
"A...practical?"
"Quite so."
With that statement, the white-haired chap got out of his seat and stood behind the seated Emma. He looked over her left shoulder and brazenly cupped her breast through her jumper.
"Professor Bell! Behave yourself! You're deliberately trying to take advantage of me, aren't you?"
"Well, you're not exactly making it difficult, you sexy strumpet! We are all aware of your success in the motion picture industry, and we've heard rumours of your rich private life, you sexy strumpet."
He lifted her top above her white bra and Emma barked as her titties thrust up unfettered.
"How can you be so cool and collected all the time when I'm all hot and bothered?"
As he spoke he fondled her boobs through the bra whilst Emma's mind raced. He must have been twenty years her senior as he pawed and squeezed her tits in both hands. "Now, pay attention. This is for your own good. Listen and learn. Please remove your jumper and denims."
"Here we go again!" she sighed as she shrugged and stood up.
She took the bottom of her jumper and yanked it up and over her head. Her honeyed highlighted brown hair tumbled to the tops of her shoulders. Then she unzipped her blue jeans and their eyes met as she peeled them down as one along her slim legs. Once she was left in just bra and panties, Bell nodded in approval. He began to narrate.
"The silver-haired fox examined the trembling little minx as he held her against the edge of his desk. He knew she would come when summoned as she was just as horny as he. You follow?"
With an unforeseen strength, Bell hoisted Emma up onto the edge of her desk.
"I'm beginning to."
"He approached her with intent and he stroked the sublime arc of her back as he kissed her throat. Emma threw her head back and whimpered as he squeezed her pert behind in gnarly hands. He quickly widened her slender legs and his warm breath fanned over her snatch which was barely covered by her skimpy underwear. He shifted the thin material to one side and the younger of the two hissed when his lips met her pussy. It felt as if an electric shock coursed through her body. Slobber and spit merged with her slit as the veteran lover swiped up and down her dampened seam. Her glorious female scent wafted in his nostrils as she wriggled on top of the desk and ran her fingers through his thinning hair. She looked down at his head which was firmly wedged between her parted thighs and whimpered as his tongue lashed out."
"Oh, Professor Bell! I really...I mean that...I should...crumbs!"
"The surprised and grateful filly shivered with glee when he placed his pointed tongue against her exposed pink clitoris and rapidly flicked at it over and over. As he did so she raised her bottom off of the surface of the desk, and he pulled her panties up and off. he put his hands palms up under her cheeks and drew her cunt hard to his mouth."
"Mmmmm, Prof...Professor!"
"Call me Pumpy, he chuckled as the girl thrashed about under his unwavering assault on her love button and she nearly toppled off the creaking desk. Her juices filled his mouth and he swallowed them to wet his dry whistle. As he feasted hungrily on her pussy Emma's head rolled from side to side and she was his. In his wanton abandon, he unzipped his fly and let loose his prodigious rod of iron.
Not even bothering to shed his jacket he tapped Emma's pussy lips with the flared helmet that emerged from his foreskin. The flustered girl cocked her head this way and that as she studied his invading cock. Was he married? Did his wife know he fooled around? And what's more, did she know how lucky she was knowing that her husband was so well endowed? Brace yourself, he advised as he pushed her muff open with a slow and lingering thrust up."
"Goodness me! This IS some practical."
"Precisely. Erotic prose as it is known. Emma held onto the edge of the desk as his long and stiff dick entered her inviting pocket of pleasure. She may have given the impression of an unwavering young filly, but she wanted him inside of her heated quim right there and then."
"Ooooh!"
"Gradually he eased in and out of her sopping muff, holding her legs at the knees in the crooks of his arms. It was a clumsy screw as he dug his shoes into the carpet but they were both in raptures as they rocked back and forth. She remembered the early hour and for a second she got concerned. Don't worry, I locked the door. Just try not to scream."
"Right! You try not screaming with a big cock stuffed up your flue!"
"ToucheĢ! He expertly unhooked her bra and the girl's tits heaved and bounced as he gave her what for. She hummed softly with her mouth tight shut, but the more he shagged her, the more she murmured loudly. He pushed inside her hard and fast and Emma responded fiercely, her desire for him being every bit as strong as his. The brazen minx was not a believer in lying back and thinking of England!
As he fucked her silly he looked all over her naked form and realised he was in heaven as he drank in her stunning rack. He expertly elevated her bottom so that he was more able to thrust deeper inside her. He emitted a soft roar and she said nothing as he pulled out and stood back a pace. She fluffed up her hair and looked down at his throbbing organ and blinked rapidly at the sight of his almost vertical boner."
Emma's mind raced as she played up to the veteran lecturer. He WAS quite good fuck, AND he had a way with the words.
"May I suck it?"
Bell nodded and she dropped to her knees and took his erect cock into her mouth. Inch by inch vanished until she had half of his length stuffed down her throat. Emma started to move her head, cupping his balls in her right hand as she did so. Bell looked on in as he was fellated with gusto. She had a fevered way of sucking cock which saw her drooling and splattering his rigid shaft with copious amounts of spit. She reared back and left his dick bathed in spit. Eager for more dicking, Emma got up on wobbly legs and faced the desk with her feet planted in the carpet, and with her backside wagging.
"Fuck me. NOW! ordered the aroused young girl as he readily complied." He positioned himself behind her and aligned his rigid pole to her pussy. He closed one eye and then stepped in and slid up inside her hot, velvety cunt. He thought she had the most marvellous arse, round and taut and pale."
"Oh! That feels nice," she cried as the older fellow got into a swift-pumping motion, driving into the hilt. Emma moaned her pleasure and she pushed back to meet his every stroke. He rode her like a bronco, smashing into her behind as he played with her tits greedily.
"Professor? Are you in there?"
The rutting couple was interrupted by a tapping of knuckles on the frosted window of the locked door.
"Don't move. Whoever it is will soon leave."
"What? Sod off! You try staying still."
Bell was inclined to agree as the stuffed actress pushed into his groin. Try as he might, he had no option but to fuck her, sheathing his aching log with her tight cunt.
"Professor? Are you tapping some young student again? You dirty devil."
With that final remark, the silhouette of the disgruntled interrupter receded and Bell stepped up a gear.
"Screw me, Pumpy! Screw me!"
The randy lecturer didn't need much encouragement as he rammed into Emma so hard his groin rubbed against her quivering buttocks. He had to slow his pace as his balls swelled and he let his throbbing cock rest inside her as he paused momentarily. Emma rose up and placed her palms down on the desk as she savoured that sublime sensation of having her muff filled with man meat. When he felt the time was right he started to pump away at her pussy, slowly at first and then building up to a furious rate of strokes.
"I'm coming, Pumpy!"
"The dizzy girl experienced a tremendous orgasm which flooded her tremulous body and her pussy spasmed around his pulsating cock. She let him pop out and spun around just in time to receive his ejaculate. She held her tits together to make one big boob and as he wanked his throbbing dick he came all over them with violent spurts."
"Like this?"
Emma listened to his every word cupped her breasts and let him shoot his wad into her cleavage. He grunted and wilted as he came and when he was spent he collapsed in his chair and looked like he might pass out. He seemed as if he were in a trance and so Emma made herself presentable and slipped out. A week passed by without a word from him of their urgent rut and Emma wondered if he even remembered what had happened between them. Once she was back in her rooms she jotted down everything he had said before she forgot. It had been another eye-opener at Uni and all this had occurred in just the first term! What next!
END
- In the midst of the vibrant floor show, Emma Watson found herself in a situation she never expected, involving oral sex and a gangbang with several male guests, including an English celebrity.
- As Emma Watson explored the Oxford University grounds, her outfit attracted unwanted attention from a group of voyeurs, who were drawn to her sexy and alluring appearance in her little black dress.
- Amidst the intimacy of the private party, Emma Watson was surprised to discover that one of the participants was an older man, adding a new element to her sexual experiences during her time at Oxford University.
- Emma Watson's uncensored sex life came to light during her time at Oxford University, including a night of oral sex and a gangbang at a private party, revealing her uninhibited nature and willingness to explore her sexuality.
