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Duh

I was undecided about which version of this to post. 

I mean, would the classy Miss Watson really use such crude language as “sucking cocks” in a non-sexual situation? I don’t think so. 

Let me know which you prefer :)

“I’m sorry, darling, I don’t mean to stare, I just… last night, gosh, I can’t get that image out of my mind.

"You, so pretty, on your knees. Him in front of you, so tall and hard…unf, just picturing that makes me so wet.

"You did so well. I know it wasn’t easy, he’s so big, it took me weeks to get used to him in my mouth and this was your first time. I suppose all that practice I put you through paid off, hmm?

"You even managed to swallow, well, most of it. I told you there’d be a lot, didnt I? Not that I didn’t enjoy helping you with that part mind you.

"Gosh, darling, I can’t tell you how proud I am. Come here, come give me a kiss.”

“Darling,” her crisp accent calls me to attention. “You can finish your chores later. Come here.” She spreads her slender legs and gestures to the floor between them.

As I dutifully walk over and as gracefully as I can, lower myself to my knees between her splayed thighs, I notice what she’s looking at so intently through the window. Her boyfriend, of course, shirtless, large muscles covered in a sheen of sweat as he labours in the garden of her estate.

“Gently,” she whispers, her voice tinged with arousal as she lifts her skirt and moves aside her lace knickers, her beautiful nether lips revealed to me, pink and glistening. “Gently,” she says again, pulling my head down to her flesh. “Just your tongue, that’s it, hmm, slow and gentle, yes, just like that, hmm, keep going like that while I enjoy the view.”

“Ta-dah!” she exclaimed presenting the large, cock shaped piece of silicone she’d been hiding behind her back. “Happy birthday, darling.”

You gawked at the sex toy unable to find the words.

It had already been an overwhelming day; Emma’s doting attention, a shopping spree, tea and scones. Then an afternoon at the spa and now back at her house for champagne and presents.

Strewn about the room were the ones you’d opened already: a make-up kit, several new lingerie sets, two of her hand me down dresses, a new chastity cage (the next smallest size), and now, last but definitely not least, the faux appendage she’d gleefully revealed.

“Th-thankyou,” you managed to stammer, not sure what else to say as she placed the hefty object in your open palms.

“Oh, you’re welcome, sweetheart, I hope it’s what you wanted. I was going to get you a generic one, you know, realistic looking but not too big, I didn’t want to overface you. But, Matthew suggested a custom one would be a much more personnel gift.”

“M-Matthew?” As always you tensed at the mention of her boyfriend’s name, a shiver running down your spine.

“Mhmm,” she took another sip of her champagne. “It’s as much from him as it is from me. There’s this place in London that makes them, all very hush hush of course. They make the cast there with this special mould and then send it off to be made. Gosh, you should’ve seen the fun we had making it. The girls at the shop and I had to come up with some rather imaginative ways to keep him hard enough without touching him. It was quite the afternoon.”

“Keep what hard?” you asked still not understanding.

“His cock, obviously.” Looking at the object in your hands it finally dawned on you. Thick and long, the large phallus was the spitting image of the one you’d seen him wield so effectively on the occasions they’d let you watch.

“It… it’s his?” You asked dumbfounded.

“Yep,” she grinned excitedly, moving to sit beside you. “This way you’ll get familiar with it. All the veins and ridges. I’ll teach you his most sensitive spots and show you exactly what he likes.”

She took the phallus from you and raised it up in front of your face.

“See this part here,” she said running one long, slender finger up the underside of the cock, to just under the bulbous head. “This part, right here, he just loves when I use my tongue on it. C’mon, open up, I’ll teach you.”

“Um, darling, you still have a little bit of my boyfriend’s… yeah, just at the corner of your mouth… that’s it, you’ve got it. He always cums such a lot, doesn’t he?”

“Listen, darling, I’m not going to lie and tell you I don’t like big cocks. I do, goodness knows I really, really do. But that doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate smaller ones as well. It’s just different, that’s all.

Big ones, they make a girl feel… small, feminine, submissive. There’s this pull, this… gravity to them, that just makes you feel compelled to kneel before them and… well, worship, I suppose, to seek validation through giving.

Small ones, or even average if we’re being honest, just don’t have that. They’re still nice to look at, they can even be quite pretty, properly adorned, but I don’t know of any woman, myself included, that would be willing to do half the things for them that I’d be willing to do for big ones.”