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Emma Tries to Help (Part 3.)

Ok, I'll stop spamming now, I promise. I've only written this story up until this point, but I'm planning on finishing it soon. (not the book collector)

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"Wow, that reeks," she chuckled, her dark eyebrows pinched together. "I can't believe what it would be like to be you, standing directly behind my smelly arse like that."

It was both heaven and hell for Raphael. The strong rancid stench of Emma Watson's ass' latest creation was almost unbearable, but he soldiered through it and sniffed up as much as he can. It smelled like a mixture of goat cheese and sulphur.

Watson turned around to face Raphael, and started playing with her ponytail, smirking proudly.

"Wow, you look really horrified," she said. She snickered, and looked down at his crotch. "Lift up your shirt."

"Whut?" mumbled Raphael, still recovering from what had just happened to him.

"I said, lift up your shirt," she ordered. "Show me your crotch."

Raphael reluctantly lifted the bottom of his shirt, showing Watson the pounding six person tent he was pitching in his pants. She tsk tsked disapprovingly, shaking her head at him.

"Wow, Raphael," she said, giving him a sad look. "Looks like we've got a lot of work to do. Even after I've farted in front of you, you still can't help but be turned on by the very sight of me."

"There's just something about playing a little witch in a schoolgirl outfit that makes men go crazy, I guess," she sighed, looking absentmindedly at the set around them. She slowly spun on the spot, looking at their surroundings, until she had her back to Raphael. Then, she turned her head, looking over her shoulder again. "Not to worry, I won't give up on you yet. Get on your knees, and put your face into my arse."

Raphael stared at Watson, his eyes bulging, and she looked back at him with another mischievous look on her face, waiting for him to follow her instructions. He turned and looked through the doorway leading to the area where everyone was still eating lunch. It seemed so far away, all of their voices seemed so distant. He hoped nobody would see what Emma Watson was doing to him.

"Don't look over there, eyes on me," she said. "Nobody's going to save you. You'll have to endure this on your own."

Raphael couldn't move. The concept of taking his face and shoving it into Emma Watson's ass seemed too insane, too unreal to happen. The part of his brain that could still think wondered if he was dreaming, if he had fallen asleep on the toilet while he was jacking off.

"Aww, come on," cooed Watson, giving her ass a quick little wiggle. "You know you love this booty."

Raphael walked up to her and got on his knees. Her firm ass was inches away from his face. He marvelled at its shape and form for a moment, before closing his eyes and pushing his nose into her ass crack. The fabric of her jeans was still warm from all of the farts that had blasted through it, and it was extremely smelly. He felt Watson rest her hand on his head and gently push him deeper into her, and his heart jolted with excitement.

"You're not the first one I've done this to, you know," she mused, her hand still pressing on his head while she gyrated her hips, rubbing her tush into his face. "I've had to condition other people. This isn't the first time someone wasn't able to control his dick around me. Now, don't get me wrong, I love that I can make you hard just by looking at you, (no really, it's flattering,) but we have a job to do, you and I. We need to work together, and I can't have you distracted, Raphael."