Emma Watson Meets The Fanboys

This is a work of complete fiction. It just popped into my brain and I wrote it down. No one under legal age may read this, if you know what's good for you. No one over legal age should read this for the same reason. Please feel free to repost this in any non-pay site but it would be nice if you could let me know where. All characters used in this story are a parody of any real or fictional person. Comments are always welcome and appreciated.

This is the fifth in a series of loosely connected stories (they all share one character) about actors promoting their projects at ComicCon. You don't have to read any of the other stories (after I write them, this is just the first one) to understand any one story. Please to enjoy.

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Emma Watson Meets The Fanboys

By Muhabba

Story Codes: M+/F, Exhib

The portly, balding main in the ill fitting suit ran as fast as his stubby legs would carry him up the hall. "Emma! Emma!" he gasped as the beautiful young star turned around and stared at him with a confused look on her face. "I've been trying to catch up with you all day," he huffed as he reached the actress. "I don't think these London streets were designed for cars," he panted, bent over with his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath.

"They're not. Do I know you?" Emma Watson, former child star of the Harry Potter movies asked, with suspicion in her precise British accent, not quite sure of what to make of the over weight American. Since he looked like he was about to have a heart attack he didn't seem very dangerous.

"I'm Mel," he gasped before taking a deep, panting breath, "We talked last week."

Emma thought for a moment before exclaiming, "Oh, the Meet & Greet! Oh, pleased to meet you. I'm Emma Watson," she said cheerfully and held out her dainty hand to the gasping, sweaty man.

"Uh, yeah, I know," Mel huffed, grasping Emma's hand in his moist palm. "Pleased to meet you. I've been trying to book you for ComicCon for years."

"Yeah, I know," Emma said as he wiped her hand nonchalantly on her simple black dress. "I'm afraid filming the Harry Potter movies kept me quite busy," she said. "I've always wanted to attend, 'tho."

"And I've always wanted to have you," Mel said, finally able to stand erect. "And your fans would have loved to have you at one of my Meet & Greets. Everyone always enjoys them," he said finally taking in Emma's slim body, newly short, chestnut colored hair and sparkling eyes. "So have you given any thought to my proposal?"

Emma thought for a second before answering, "Well it certainly seems intriguing. And it would definitely help me bridge the gap between the younger audience of the Harry Potter movies and the more mature films I'm pursuing now."

"And to help ensure your Harry Potter fans to follow you from one to the other," Mel said helpfully as his eyes crawled over Emma's slim, sexy body. With his heartbeat now under control he could turn his attention from not dying after running up the hall to the beautiful starlet standing in front of him.

"One stipulation, I'm afraid," Emma said.

"Anything you want," Mel said as his eyes trailed up Emma's slender legs to her knee length dress, her slim waist, her small chest, and her stunning face.

"There is a charity I support," Emma said seriously, "They rescue bunnies from testing by cosmetic companies. All proceeds must go to them."

"I love animals," Mel said with all the sincerity that he could fake, "I'll personally see to it that all of your precedes go to saving all of those cute, fluffy animals."

"Not animals," Emma said sternly, "I feel bunnies don't get enough recognition in being used so viciously."

Mel vigorously nodded his head. "Right, right. Oddly specific but of course."

"And it's all proceeds," Emma added, "Not just mine."

"Right," Mel agreed, "All of your proceeds. Got it."

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It was a pretty seedy motel set in the middle of London but it was the best that Mel could get on such short notice. He'd been trying to get Emma to attend one of his Meet & Greets for years but she had always declined and now that he had her he wasn't going to waste time. Plus, the deal he had worked out with the motel manager actual cut a hefty amount of money out of his budget meaning more for his share of the profits while leaving Miss Watson plenty to give as much of her cut as she wanted to whatever breed of animal she wanted.

"Are you sure of this?" the motel manager asked as he held his arms out helplessly.

Mel looked over the managers robes and long, fake beard. "Every bit the wizard," he said. "How do I look?"

"Like a transient," the manager said matter of factly.

"Haven't you seen the Harry Potter movies?" Mel asked dejectedly. "I'm Hagrid."

The manager rolled his eyes. "I'm British, of course I've seen the movies, and read the books, it's pretty much compulsory. And you look like a transient."

Mel waved his hand dismissively at the manager. "Whatever. This is the best I could get on short notice. Now remember, when the actress gets here, you're me and she's auditioning for the next Harry Potter movie."

The manager rolled his eyes again. "It's not a Harry Potter move per se, it's just a spin-off."

"And she doesn't need to know that," Mel said in exasperation. "Now you take the audition and I'll handle the conference room. Just don't forget to record everything, got it?'

The manager shuffled into his office. "A bloody monkey could do it," he mumbled under his breath as he sat down and flipped on the two monitors sitting on his desk, one showing the interior of his office and the other showing the interior of one of the hotel's two conference rooms made to look like a set piece for the Harry Potter movies. And then he waited.

Mel made his way down one of the motel's long halls to the conference room and the large group of people milling around outside of the door. "'Ello, mates!" he said in his best British accent which was so bad that several people in the crowd groaned, "...and welcome to 'Ollivander's Wand Shoppe'. Hope ye have ye wands ready 'cuz we only got one employee today." With a flourish he opened the door and shouted, "May I introduce you to Hermione Granger of Hogwarts!"

Emma stood in the middle of the room surrounded by shelves filled with small boxes. The room was trying very hard to look like the Ollivander's set from the "Harry Potter" movies and failing terribly with only Emma, wearing her actual Hermione school robes and Gryffindor tie that she had kept from the movies, looking even remotely authentic. Wearying a bushy brown wig Mel had brought to cover up her newer, shorter, brown hair she held her arms open wide to greet her fans. "Today we're running a special on wand cleaning," she announced as the group of men began slowly trickling in, "...so I hope you've all brought your dirty wands." She smiled devilishly as the group of men with her trademarked grin that most men knew her for.

Two of the first fans shuffled nervously over to Emma with their plain brown, wooden wands held out. They were both wearing Harry Potter T-shirts with fake, round glasses and stuttering nervously as they stood in front of the beautiful actress. "Pleased to meet you," Emma said still grinning as if nothing strange was going on while her deft hands unzipped their pants and quickly pulled out their rapidly hardening dicks. "My, my, my..." she said, clicking her tongue in disapproval as she began tugging on their shafts, "These certainly look dirty." She looked up at the faces of the Fanboys in admonishment. "You haven't been keeping very good care of your wands, have you, boys?" she asked as her delicate hands slid up and down the two now hard cocks.

"Nuh uh," both of the fans grunted at the same time as they stared in wide-eyed wonder at Emma Watson nonchalantly jacking them off. She added a small twist to her wrist at the top of their shafts so that the palms of her soft hands slid across their tips before sliding back down to their bases, twisting her wrists again before sliding back up their lengths.

"You should really take better care of your wands," Emma said with a disapproving tone in her voice as she rubbed her fists around the two fans' cock-heads. "And also bunnies," she added as their pricks exploded in her talented hands, shooting their thick loads across the front of her black school robes. "Have a good day, gentlemen. Next," she announced as her first two fans tucked themselves back into their pants and walked out the back of the conference room.

The next two fans waddled over to Emma with their pants around their ankles and their dicks already hard. They looked like your average collage boys with their university T-shirts and mussed hair and she licked her lips seductively as she gave the Fanboys a heavy lidded stare. "Glad to see you gentlemen are already prepared," she said as she firmly grasped the base of their cocks. The time she used firm, slow strokes, pumping one cock up with one hand while pumping the other cock down intermittently. Their heavy balls swung against her knuckles as she pumped them and continued to stare deep into their eyes. "And do you boys clean your wands regularly?" she asked in a innocent tone of voice.

"Uh huh," one of the Fanboys said. "At least once a day."

"Sometimes twice," the other one added.

Emma continued stroking as she leaned in closer, the tips of the young men's pricks rubbing against the front of her robes. In a deep, husky, lust filled voice she asked, "And do you think of me when you're cleaning them?"

"Uh huh," both Fanboys grunted in unison as they came, the thick, white loads splashing onto Emma's robes and then dripping onto the floor.

Emma released the softening pricks and took a step back. "That's good and don't forget that bunnies are regularly tortured and mutilated by cosmetics companies."

The Fanboys gave each other a confused stare before shrugging and then slipping their spent cocks back into their pants. "Sure," one of them said. "Right," the other agreed before walking past Emma as they looked at her peculiarly.

Two more Fanboys approached Emma and displayed their plain, wooden wands. One of them was older than they other and they looked similar enough to be father and son. Their dicks were also strangely similar looking and already hard, their soft cock-heads bright red and dripping with pre-cum and it struck Emma strange that a father would bring his son to something like this but ever the professional she just shrugged her shoulders. "It's all for the bunnies," she told herself. Both cocks were already throbbing, practically vibrating, in her hands and she could tell that the Fanboys were already on the verge of cumming, probably after stroking themselves while watching her stroke the others.

Emma grasped the two pricks and began hurriedly jacking them off, her hands a blur as the Fanboys grunted in pleasure. "And what do you two think about the bunnies?" she asked.

"Love the bunnies," the older Fanboy groaned, his balls boiling with the need to cum. "Love the fuckin' bunnies."

"Me too," the younger Fanboy said with a note of desperation.

"Oh good," Emma said happily as she released the younger fan's cock and used that hand to fondle the older fan's heavy balls. She leaned up and gave the older Fanboy a soft kiss on the lips, her pink tongue darting into his mouth slightly as he suddenly grunted and came, staining her robe with his cum. As the older fan softened in her hands she released his prick and grabbed onto the younger fan's shaft in one hand, jerking him quickly as she squeezed his balls with the other hand. "I'm so glad you care about the bunnies too," she said gleefully before kissing him as well, her warm tongue caressing the inside of his mouth as he suddenly grunted and came.

With the younger Fanboy's semen dripping down the front of her robes Emma stood up on her tip-toes and looked over their shoulders at the group behind them. "Next," she announced.

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Back in his office the hotel manager was furiously tugging on his cock. "I can't believe it," he muttered in wonder as he stared at Emma Watson giving hand-jobs to strangers. When the shifty American had approached him with his proposal the manger had, of course, not believed him. He had thought that it would have been just another Emma Watson look-a-like but as he stared in disbelief it was obvious that it really was the actual Emma Watson herself. So engrossed with watching Emma he didn't even hear the knock on the door to his office before it slowly swung open.

"I'm ready for my close-up, Mr. DeVille," a sultry voice said, breaking the manager's concentration. Apparently this was something else the American hadn't been lying about, he was going to get to "audition" a budding young starlet. Except this starlet wasn't exactly budding, she had already fully blossomed. In her hooker heels she had to be at least 5' 10" with wild brown hair flowing around her head like a chestnut colored halo. Her impressive bosom was stretching her small, gray sweater with a orange tie tucked underneath it. Her flat stomach was completely exposed and her short skirt started several inches below her belly-button and barely covered the top of her thighs. Her long legs were wrapped in fishnet stockings and he saw she was wearing a short, black school robe like a sexy Hogwarts student.

"My name is Harrilson actually," he said as she stared dumbfounded.

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The next two Fanboys approached Emma, both looking nervous and about her age, and held up their silver painted wands. Moving on to the next part of the Meet & Greet she looked down at her cum stained robes and exclaimed, "Oh no! I've gotten wand cleaner all over my new school robes." She looked back up with a sly grin at the two Fanboys that turned into a wolfish smirk before adding, "I guess I'll just have to take them off."

Without a flourish of any kind Emma pulled open her stained robes and let them fall unceremoniously to the floor and stood unabashedly in front of her fans. The only part of a Hogwarts students' outfit she had left was the orange Gryffindor tie lying flat between her sheer, black bra encased breasts. The bra was virtually transparent and clearly showed her rosy pink nipples and matched her sheer black panties. They were the same transparent she had worn on her 18th birthday and once again did nothing to hide the small tuft of brown hair above her bald pussy-lips. "Alright, gents, let's see what we can do about those wands," she said in all seriousness to her fans as she quickly freed their pricks from their pants.

Unlike the plain wand bearers, the silver wand bearers were allowed to touch Emma wherever her skin was exposed and as her hands flowed over their throbbing pricks their hands began flowing over her body. Their hands slid against the tops of her breasts, barely skimming over the top of her hide-nothing bra, down her sides and graceful back, over her flat stomach and waist to just barely inches above her pussy where her panties started, across her slender hips, and up and down her silky thighs. She never lost pace with her hands jerking off the fans' cocks as their hands reached around her to caress the under-swell of her taunt ass-cheeks just as they exploded in her hands, covering her flat stomach in their warm cum.

Emma wiped the Fanboy cum on her hands onto her thighs before leaning up and kissing them both deeply before whispering, "Don't forget, bunnies are people too."

"Right, right. Sure," both of the Fanboys agreed before shuffling away and being replaced with two more silver wand bearers.

Emma immediately got to work jacking off the new Fanboys as their hands began fondling her nearly naked body. She kept up a slow, steady pace on their shafts and when her fists reached their tops he ran her thumbs across their sensitive tips, smearing their pre-cum and using it as lubricant before sliding her dainty hands back down to their bases. She was smiling coyly up at the two fans and concentrating so hard on her double hand-jobs that she was startled when two more fans approached.

Ever the professional Emma smiled politely at the two extra Fanboys, who were unfastening their pants and pulling out their eager cocks, and said, "I'm sorry gentleman but as you can see my hands are full so if you could stand back in the que I"ll be with you momentarily."

"That's all right, Miss Watson," one of the Fanboys said as he placed his dick against Emma's soft thigh. "I think we can take care of the cleaning on our own," the second added as they both began sliding their pricks up and down her smooth thighs.

Thinking it over for a moment Emma decided, "Well, the program did say that they get to touch me, and come to think of it, the program was unspecific as to which body parts they could touch me with." With a shrug of her shoulders she went back to her hand-jobs while spreading her slender legs slightly wider to give the second pair of Fanboys easier access to her legs. The Fanboys at her thighs humped against her slowly but firmly, dragging their shafts and balls up and down her legs as the two Fanboys in front of her began rocking their hips, fucking her dainty hands. "I'd say this lot are more like horny puppies rather than bunnies," she giggled to herself as she felt her nipples harden and her pussy beginning to warm as more Fanboys left the que to join her little group.

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Harrilson's entire body shook and thrashed as the young starlet wannabe slowly drew her teeth up the length of his hard shaft. "Oh great God!" he gasped in a mixture of pleasure and pain as the sexy young woman sucked hard on the tip of his prick before releasing him from her talented mouth.

"Enjoy that, did ya?" the slutty Hermione said with a cheeky grin as she pulled her tight sweater up underneath her arm pits and then pulled down the cups of her orange bra beneath her tie to reveal her massive breasts. "Then you're gonna love this," she added in a cockney accent as she wrapped her tits around the old man's dick and used them to jerk him off.

"Oh bloody fuckin' great God!" Harrilson moaned as the largest, firmest pair of tits he had ever seen slid rapidly up and down his shaft. He had been stunned silent when the sexy actress had just plopped down between his knees, yanked up his robe, pulled down his underwear and then shoved his soft penis into her warm mouth. Even now he could barely believe this was happening but knew by the feeling in his balls that it was real and he was about to cum.

Suddenly the young woman released her tits and stood up. "Tut, tut, tut," she said, wagging her finger in the old guy's face. "No cumming yet, luv. We're not done 'til I'm thoroughly auditioned."

Panting and feeling as if he was on the verge of a heart attack, Harrilson looked up and gasped out from beneath his askew beard, "How'd you know I was about to..."

Nearly nude, sexy Hermione interrupted the old guy to reveal her tan, completely bald pussy. "A girl just knows these things," she said as she began to straddle his lap.

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"I hope this is over soon before I do something embarrassing," Emma thought as her hard nipples sizzled with the need to be touched and her pussy churned with desire. She'd lost track of the number of Fanboys she'd Met & Greeted because now, instead of two by two, they were coming in groups of six. She would give hand-jobs to two fans while two more would hump her legs and two more would stand behind her and rub their cocks against whatever exposed ass flesh they could get. Her now sticky panties covered her rear-end almost completely except for maybe an inch or two of the under-swell of her ass but that was all her fans needed apparently. And they were all so polite as they molested whatever bit of skin they could get to, no pushing or shoving or cursing, just happy with whatever she could offer them. "It's kinda sweet in a somewhat perverted way," she thought with a odd sense of pride over how polite her fans were.