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Emma Tries to Help (Part 5.) (Ending)

Watson lifted her ass off of his face, and Raphael turned his head to look at the entrance of the bedroom set. There stood Natalie Portman, eyes wide, clipboard in hand. His heart started to swell with hope. Maybe he would be able to escape this punishment after all...

"Oh hi, Natalie," said Watson casually. Then she put her phone back up to her ear. "Lucas, I'll call you back. No, I'll get around to that. Yeah. Alright, we'll talk later. Right. See you!"

Portman walked into the bedroom set, her eyes jumping from Raphael's face to Emma Watson's naked ass. Her fingers tapped disapprovingly on her clipboard as she reached the bed, and Watson put her phone down next to him before turning to look at Portman.

"Emma... why aren't you wearing anything? What is happening? You know I don't tolerate this kind of-" Portman paused, her mouth open and her eyes wide, seeming to be at a loss for words. She took a deep breath. "I thought you were a professional, Emma! You should know better. I mean, Raphael is just a horny boy who can't control his cock around anything, he'd probably fuck a trash can, but you... I expect so much better from you Emma!"

"Hey, I-" began Raphael defensively, but Portman shushed him and immediately turned back towards Watson.

"Explain this!" she demanded.

"Natalie," Watson said, rolling her eyes, "we weren't having sex!" She sighed and closed her eyes, smiling. "Look, I know what this looks like, I do, but this is just an acting exercise."

"An acting exercise," repeated Portman, raising her eyebrows.

"Yes," said Watson, nodding and turning her head to smile back at Raphael. "Raphael needed a little help with his acting, so I offered to help and he accepted."

"Hey, I didn't accept anyth-" began Raphael, but he was interrupted when Emma Watson thrust her ass back towards his face, and her asshole expanded between her buttcheeks, pushing a fart out onto his nose and mouth.

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"Ahhhh," she sighed. Raphael saw her perfect ass move away from his face and she looked back at him, giving him that smirk that always turned him on so much. "Raphael, is it just me, or are my nasty farts getting nastier?"

He wrinkled his nose, struggling to breathe, (because they were indeed getting nastier,) and turned his head to give Portman a desperate look. She had a small frown on her face and was observing Watson and Raphael, and she cocked her head, thoughtfully touching her full bottom lip with her pointer finger.

"Ma'am?" Raphael coughed, still trying to breathe the incredible stench Emma Watson had just pushed onto his face. "M-Mrs. Portman? I don't think this is necessary, and it smells really bad, it's so gross-"

"Is this because of his penis problem?" Portman interrupted, walking up to the bed. "Raphael's penis problem? Because of his constant arousal?"

"Yes, exactly that," answered Watson. "I thought that if I spent the lunch break farting on him, he would be so grossed out that he would stop wishing he could bend me over the bed or whatever his horny perverted mind was thinking."

Raphael's cock responded as he listened, throbbing painfully.

"He was distracted by me this whole time, and that caused his lackluster performance today."

"I see," said Portman slowly, and Raphael watched her finger slowly slide in between her lips. She bit it thoughtfully as she looked at his crotch.

"I mean," began Emma Watson, and she turned back to look at Raphael again. She was still smirking that same smirk that he fantasized about since the Harry Potter movies were coming out, gazing at him with a twinkle in her eye. "Raphael here was probably daydreaming about pushing his erect cock into my cute mouth, and... honestly, I can see how that's pretty distracting. If he's spending the whole shoot thinking about what my lips would look like wrapped around him, what my tongue would feel like licking him, slowly," she narrowed her eyes. "Mmmm, my soft tongue, playing with the sensitive head of his penis. That's probably what he wanted. And then he wanted to ejaculate in my mouth, probably. He was probably thinking about what I would look like kneeling in front of him, his cock popping out of my mouth," she brought her eyebrows together slightly and ran a finger from her bottom lip to her chin, "thick, thick ropes of semen and saliva connecting from my lips to the tip of his twitching manhood..." her smirk grew into a large smile as she watched Raphael look up at her, a distressed expression on his face, "...it's a shame, it would probably taste so good..."