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Emma Tries to Help (Part 2.)

Raphael groaned inwardly. He had a little bit of a fart fetish, ever since he was a young boy, when he had seen a youtube video where someone had edited footage from a Harry Potter movie to make it sound like Hermione was ripping farts all over the place. The mental image of Natalie Portman farting while Emma Watson ground her warm crotch against Raphael's dick would definitely not help him calm down.

This mental image stayed with Raphael all throughout the lunch break, and his erection refused to go away, becoming extremely painful at this point. After he finished eating, he went to the bathroom, hoping he could rub one out before they shot again. As he pushed open the door to the men's restroom, he saw a girl rushing into the women's restroom, clutching her stomach with a pained expression on her face. Raphael looked away and entered the restroom, rushing to one of the stalls. He closed the door, sat down, and whipped out his erection, before pausing.

He noticed suddenly that the walls were extremely thin, and he could hear multiple women all farting at the same time, the sounds of their exploding asses magnified by the toilet bowls they were sitting on. Raphael started jerking off, listening intently, as the sound of an extremely long wet fart made its way through the walls. He pictured Emma Watson's alluring eyes and Natalie Portman's soft lips as he rubbed his cock, and it didn't take long before he was climaxing, surrounded by the sounds of women forcibly blasting tons of gas into the toilets next door.

Raphael left the bathroom with a clearer head, and made his way back to the set, where people were standing and sitting around, eating lunch. He found an empty chair and sat down, resting his chin on his hands, and wondering how he was going to make it through the rest of the day. His eyes moved over the crowd of people eating lunch as he pondered his predicament.

He spotted Natalie Portman a short distance away, eating while standing as she spoke to someone. She held a carton of Chinese food in one hand and a fork in the other, listening as a woman showed her illustrations in a notebook. Raphael couldn't hear the conversation, but he saw a glimpse of the page as the woman showed Portman an illustration. The page was covered in sketches of people in different sex positions, with the words "Emma's Sex Scene" scrawled over the top. A flush started to creep up Raphael's face, and for some reason, his cock stirred in his pants. He watched Portman shovel noodles into her face, and then spear her fork into some cabbage and a piece of hard boiled egg, nodding while she listened to the woman with the notebook talk. She raised the cabbage and egg to her lips, still chewing the noodles, and shoved the food into her mouth, enthusiastically chewing with bulging cheeks while the woman pointed to sketches of different sex positions.

Portman swallowed her food and knelt to put her soup down on a stool, picking up a can of coke. She straightened up, raising the carbonated soda to her lips, and tipped the can into her mouth, chugging heartily as the woman finished explaining the sketches on the page. She finished drinking and lowered the can, nodding and smiling at the woman. Suddenly, her smile vanished, and her lips parted, her eyes widening. She made a small movement with her head, and then looked at the woman, shock in her face, apologetically covering her mouth. The woman shook her head, laughing softly, and Portman smiled shyly, still covering her mouth with her hand. The shook hands and the woman left, leaving Portman standing by the stool.

She raised the cola can to her lips again, sipping while her brown eyes moved over the room, looking around. The can lowered away from her mouth, and the tip of her tongue appeared, slowly licking her soft lips. Then, a look of concentration crossed over Portman's face. She bit her lip and placed a hand on her stomach. Her left leg straightened, her knee locking, her other knee bent. After a moment, she relaxed, her teeth releasing her bottom lip, and her look of concentration was replaced with a look of intense relief. Raphael watched her rub her stomach, his eyes wide and his mouth open, hardly believing what he just saw.