An Infinite Number Of Universes Where You're Banging Emma Watson: Rosario Dawson

I checked out my latest body. As usual, it seemed in good condition, not even scarred or with cybernetic limbs. And I wore what looked and felt like an expensive business suit in gunmetal gray, a maroon tie providing a functional bit of color down my chest. I moved to loosen it before realizing that didn’t really fit with the vibe of the place. Stark, classical architecture, muted coloring under checkerboard lights, Impressionist paintings of ships and the sea on the walls.

I was some kind of businessman. No wonder this me was getting laid with one of the most beautiful women in the world. Money, power, influence—it was a wonder this me wasn’t where all my jumps took me.

But not only that, this was like a world where the 1950s had never ended. There was no computer on my desk, just a telephone, and that had a rotary dial. The intercom was slightly newer, but in that NASA way of beige plastic and big clicking buttons.

I heard a slight ringing and saw a red light flashing on it. Oh crap—I needed to figure out what I was doing there and fast. I checked my desk as the intercom rang again. Luck was with me: there was an appointment book with the current time reading “Interview with RD: Senior sales rep position.” On the other page, a memo pad page full of questions had been ripped out and inserted into the pages of the appointment book. I scanned them. Seemed like exactly the sort of thing you’d ask someone looking for a senior sales rep position.

Clearing my throat, I reached for the intercom.

***

"Mr. Longwood will see you now," said the poker-faced secretary, turning off the intercom.

It's about time, thought Rosario Dawson, standing up and rearranging her stylish red dress, which flowed from just under bare shoulders to the calves of her legs, tight enough to outline everything and loose enough to show nothing. A necklace in the shape of a compass needle hung from her neck, drawing the eye past the line where her dress cut high over her cleavage, but clung needfully to their swell.

She peered down at her firm thighs encased in sheer hose. She swelled out her chest proudly. Her hand ran quickly through her rich black hair. Everything was perfect. No need to check her make-up. She'd done that a dozen times while she was waiting, making sure the smoky eye shadow was just right, pursing her full red lips against each other to increase their glossy sheen. She glanced one last time at the prim secretary, then turned the door handle and stepped inside the inner office.

"Ah, Miss Dawson! Come on in and sit down," Mr. Longwood welcomed. "My, but you are looking splendid today!"

Rosario swung her hips loosely as she moved to the seat in front of Chad's desk. If sheer womanhood was a requirement for this job, she certainly wasn't going to lose out in that area.

"And so, you want the promotion to senior sales rep, is that right?" he queried, his eyes running up and down her voluptuous body and its red sheath.

"That's right,” Rosario agreed with a dazzling smile. “I’ve worked at this company for four years, my sales are the highest in my department—you couldn’t find a more qualified fill for this position.”

“Oh?” Chad asked. “I have a dozen people in my appointment book, all clamoring for this job. Some of them have been in this company even longer than you. They already have relationships with the vendors, the customers, the lab boys… what makes you think you’re better qualified than any of them?”

Rosario's heart fell. What a question to start out with! He was right, though. She’d said there wasn’t anyone more qualified for this position; now she’d have to prove it.

Fortunately, she’d heard from the girls in the secretary pool that Mr. Longwood had a lot of ‘proof’ to give. She just had to ‘furnish’ it.

"Well," she began, letting a smirk take over her face, "I am very good at getting along with people, especially men. Men just seem to like me. I'm not sure why. Believe me—I could sell them anything."

She leaned forward, pretending to adjust her dress, and the caramel-colored inner swells of her luscious breasts heaved forward and separated inside their prison. There was only so high-cut a dress could be with tits like hers.

"I’ll bet you could..." Chad murmured quietly, his gaze glued to the young woman's stunning cleavage. Thankfully, this 1950s had gotten with the Sexual Revolution early. She obviously wore no bra, and he could damn near see her nipples! "As a matter of fact, many of our customers happen to be men. But many of them are women as well.”

"I can be very appealing to women as well," Rosario insisted, rising from her chair and leaning over the desk towards him. Her wavy hair fell forward around her face. Her tits swayed inside the flimsy dress. "Sometimes, I’ve even appealed to men and women at the same time.”

He stared, fascinated, into her deep cleavage. The rich, golden tan of her breasts combined with the shadows they cast on her body, the shade of her hair trickling down her neck, to give him a view that showed him everything but was impossible to quite make out. As she bent lower over the desktop, he swore he could see her nipples, but only in silhouette

She fixed him with a bright, determined stare and licked her lips for the third or fourth time in less than a minute. "Don’t I appeal to you?" she whispered hoarsely.

Then she stood up, letting her tits heave back into modesty. Slowly, calmly, she skirted the desk and came round to where he was sitting. She slipped her ass onto the appointment book in front of him, placed a foot on the armrest of his chair, and spread her legs under the light red dress. Then she cast a significant gaze down at his lap.

He had to be hardening. He had to. No one could take this kind of treatment and not get excited. The only question was, how excited was he? Could she take this situation further than it had gone already?

His cock was evidenced by a large, curved swelling halfway down his thigh! This guy was well hung! It looked like his prick was caught tightly under the fabric of his slacks. It was probably bursting to be free. What would be the best thing to do? Take him out and jerk him off in her hand? Suck his cock? There were so many possibilities. She smiled slowly. Maybe she'd try them all!

She reached into his lap, running her hand up and down along the stony hardness of his prick. His cock felt thick and fat under his clothes. And very, very long.

"You certainly have me convinced you want the job,” Chad said. He, too, gazed down into his lap, watching her fingers rub up and down along his cock. “But are you going to take it?”

Rosario smiled at the double entendre. "I'm going to take your cock out. I think it's been cooped up long enough. Needs some fresh air." And with that, Rosario clasped the tab of his fly between her thumb and forefinger and pulled down, making a soft zipping sound that echoed across the room.

Her hand fumbled inside his open fly, searching for his swollen prick. For the longest time, she couldn't find his cock and she began to think the bulge she'd seen in his pants was all in her imagination. But then she dug under the top of his shorts, wriggled her fingers deeper. She began to feel the heat and bulk of something huge growing out from his crotch.

"Wow. With a cock like that, it’s like I never stopped dating black guys," she praised, suddenly dropping to her knees between his spread legs.

Already she was unbuckling his belt, spreading the upper flaps of his slacks, scrunching up his shirt in a roll over his belly. She made sure she had him thoroughly naked about his crotch.

"Damn, your cock feels so huge! How big is it?" she panted, her tongue curling out the side of her mouth in anticipation. She wrangled his pants and shorts down off his crotch, and be lifted his ass to help her, letting her pull the crumpled clothing well down his thighs.

There was no need to answer her question. Released from the confines of his shorts, his swollen cock sprang up like a striking snake, bashing her under her chin with its head before recoiling and swinging up and down in front of her astonished eyes. His prick swayed there before her gently, tilting in the air.

"My God, it's a monster! It's goddamn huge! I've never seen a cock like it! It must be ten inches long!"

"About that, yes," Chad replied modestly. "Nine and a half actually. Do you think it's too big?"

"Too big? It's perfect! It's gorgeous! I love every inch of it! I need every inch of it!" She curled the fingers of one hand around its thick trunk and pulled on his prick. The foreskin bunched up cutely over the shining cockhead. Then she tugged down, drawing the loose skin off the glans and under the rim beneath. His entire cockhead was exposed, gleaming and engorged.

"Fuuuuck!" he moaned, his balls sizzling. Rosario’s hand on his cock was so cool, so gentle. When it came to handling pricks, she seemed to know exactly what she was doing.

"Mr. Longwood, please, you can’t use that kind of language in front of a lady!” Rosario chided.

Again he groaned. Something about that prim talk got him going; he'd be spraying her with jism in no time.

"It's beautiful! I can't get over it! None of my boyfriends have cocks this big!" Up and down, up and down, her hand moved tenderly, jacking his foreskin back and forth over the stiff bulk of his prick. Soft, wet, snapping sounds rose up from his naked lap.

She bent her head to study his cock more closely, fascinated at the sheer bulk of his prick. It was rare that she ever had an opportunity to examine a cock. Usually the guy she was with was too excited, too far gone to do anything but shove his prick inside her and blast his wad. Now that she had someone totally under her control, at least for a little while, she was determined to learn all she could about cocks.

His prick was monstrous, like a thick pole of salami in her fist. A fat, pulsing blue vein wriggled up its left side, all the way from his balls to his cockhead. As she watched, she could see his prick throbbing gently, pumping blood up into his soaring prick. Beneath, his ball sac hung heavily, a wrinkled pouch of skin bristling with tiny hairs.

"God, what a cock! What an absolute cock!" she murmured over and over again, keeping up a steady rhythm with her clutching hand. His balls flexed and bobbed in their pouch as she jerked on him.

"Ms. Dawson, I think this is a position you’re very well-suited for," Chad muttered, thrilling to the touch of her lovely fingers on his prick. She didn’t appear to notice the joke. No one appreciated his sense of humor.

Her nails were painted a bright-red color and she had a ring on each of two fingers. The sight of her long, slender digits curled tightly around his twitching cock was almost unbearable.

“It's growing! Your cock's growing in my hand. I can feel it! It's getting thicker! My goodness!" she raved, her eyes wide with wonder. To think that a prick this huge could swell even more! And all for her! All because she was pulling on it!

Chad stirred in his seat, inching his ass closer to the edge of the chair. His cock loomed higher in Rosario's fist, soaring through her fingers. Deep in his throat he gurgled. His eyes fluttered close then opened again, rolling crazily in his head.

Rosario didn’t notice. Her gaze was glued to the purple cock tip as it opened, and oozed a fat pearl of clear pre-cum out onto its dome. As she watched, the bubble drooled easily down to the underside of the cockhead. All Rosario could think to do was wrench her dress’s neckline down under her cleavage, revealing her breasts to Chad in all their glory.

Leaning her upper body in close to him, Rosario hefted one tit in her left hand. She brought his throbbing hard-on in towards her tits, and, with a deft, quick motion, poked her erect nipple with the shining satin prickhead. The clear juice was transferred to her pulsing tits, making her nipple gleam brightly like a Christmas tree decoration. Then Rosario began circling her nipple with his cockhead, smearing the sap around and around her areola.

"Oh, fudge!" Chad groaned loudly, amazed at the woman's actions. What was she trying to do, drive him out of his mind?

And damn, did ‘fudge’ ever sound gay.

"Do you like that?" she purred, flashing her big brown eyes up at him a moment. "Does my tit feel good on your johnson?" Around and around she daubed the clear liquid, and, as if summoned by her hand, his cock seeped more and more juice from its tip. The end of her tit glowed with the sticky stuff.

She changed position suddenly, tugging his cock across to her other tit, where she repeated the lewd procedure. Her poor nipples were nudged this way and that, bent out of shape under the stone-hard cockhead. They looked like they'd both been dipped in varnish.

But, just as suddenly, she let go of his throbbing cock, allowing his prick to support itself. His cock pointed to the ceiling. She moved over it with her body, capturing his stiff prick between the lush globes of her tits. Bumped to the left and to the right, his cock finally settled in the deep furrow of her cleavage, his shaft mashed under her two plush tits, its head poking promisingly out over the top, tilting towards her chin.

She began to rock up and down on her haunches, driving her tits along his aching manhood, fucking him with her cleavage. She bent her nipples inwards, made sure they scratched and scraped along the surface of his prick, scouring the twitching blue vein in its side. The oily goop that had seeped free was smeared back onto the cock stickily.

“Say ‘fuck’!” he ordered her. “Say ‘fuck’ if you want this job, I need to hear you say it!”

"Oh… that feels great… that feels fucking great! Doesn't that feel great? Fucking great?" Rosario said experimentally, bobbing up and down between his legs like someone possessed. "Do you like to fuck tits? Do you? I love a hot cock in there, between my tits, fucking like they can only do with me. You’ve never fucked a girl with breasts bigger than mine, have you?"

"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!" he groaned. He didn't believe this was happening. Surely he would wake up any minute and discover he had dreamed all this.

"And you're leaking like a faucet! Look at all the goo that's pouring out! It's all over my tits! All your juice is smeared into my tits!"

Great globs of pre-cum were seeping out his cock into the lush tunnel of her cleavage. It was lubricating the channel beautifully, allowing his fat cock to fuck back and forth easily. Even his balls were coated with pre-cum, nestling cozily on her ribcage. Once or twice his cockhead bumped her under the chin and left a smear there as well.

"Would you like me to suck it?" Rosario asked suddenly, rolling her lovely brown eyes up at him. "Would you like me to take your hot cock in my mouth and suck it till you come? I will if you want me to. I like to suck cock. Honest. I love to take a big cock in my mouth and suck out all the cream."

"Fuck! Fuuuck!" Chad moaned, his head tilting back and forth on his shoulders. This was madness! This would drive him insane!

"How about I lick you first? I really like to lick cocks. And balls too. I really love to lick balls. But you have to tell me if you start to come or anything. Will you? Will you promise me to tell me if you're going to come?"

"Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm!" Chad panted, nodding his head crazily. He couldn't speak.

"I like to know when a guy is coming, you know? Usually I can tell without him saying anything. But sometimes you get caught off guard. Tell me just in case. Do you want to come in my mouth or what? Is that what you want? Do you want me to swallow your cum?"

"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh!" grunted Chad, humping his prick up towards her face.

But his cock was caught tightly between her tits, and she had his prick completely under her control. She bent her head, pursed her full red lips in a pretty oval, each time his cock bore up through her cleavage, its purple head inched ever closer to her inviting mouth. At last, in a coupling that made his balls churn, his crown slotted itself perfectly, deliciously, into her mouth.

He humped his stiff cock up and down between her tits, and each time he thrust upwards, his cockhead blocked off the lush circle of her lips. She continued her bucking movements, and, together, they fitted his cock tip to her lips time and again. Her mouth pouted and gave his prick soft, wet kisses, one after the other, smearing lipstick onto his cock sexily.

"Kiss it, kiss the prick, kiss it, kiss—" Chad mumbled, glaring fixedly at the lovely woman's sucking face. None of his shaft was disappearing inside her mouth. Only the head slipped inside each time. But it didn't matter. This was fantastic. Nothing could feel better than this.

Suddenly her tongue snaked out, dug underneath his pulsing cockhead, and supported his prick lovingly. Each time his cock drove forward, it slid straight and true into the oval of her lips. She scooped up the trickle of precum that still steadily purled forth from his split prick tip.

Her hand burrowed underneath his balls, clasping them tenderly, squeezing them, coaxing up their juice. The combined effort of her hands, her tits, her mouth, sent shivers of delight up his cock. He again felt the heavy cream rolling and bubbling in his captive balls.

"Does it feel good? Does your cock feel real good?" she said, removing her mouth from him a moment and looking up into his face. "Don't forget to tell me when you're coming. I want to know. I want to be prepared."

She resumed work on his aching cock. But now she took his prick in hand again, pulled his cock upright, and dipped her head so that she could get beneath his prick. She poked out her tongue and began scouring his cock, licking and lapping up his granite prick shaft like his cock was some giant ice cream cone. She wriggled her tongue over the pulsing blue vein, diddled her tongue into the slit at his cockhead, then delved below and began licking and slopping at his balls with her soft mouth.

Again he groaned, his prick swollen beyond recognition in his lap. He closed his eyes, let his head roll back on his shoulders, tried to think of other things. Why he hadn't shot off before now was a mystery to him. Maybe fucking beautiful women all the time had given him a certain muscle in that area, like strength-training, and he’d just keep getting better and better at it.

"Yes! Yessss!" moaned Rosario, folding her lips over the warm, hairy pouch of his balls. She clamped his shaft in her fist and pumped his prick up and down evenly, determined to keep his cock at its present stiffness till his prick exploded.

One ball plopped completely inside her open, gasping mouth. She flopped her lips over his balls. She bathed his balls in spit and began to curl her tongue around his ball lovingly, rolling and bumping his testicle against the insides of her cheeks.

"Ohhhhh," sighed Chad, his jism boiling in his captured balls. He tried to think of other things, ran his mind back over all the tedious job applications he'd scanned before she came in. No one had mentioned anything on their list of credits to compare with this, of course. None of the job applicants had boasted of her ability to suck balls or lick cock!

"How's that feel? Huh? Nice?" Rosario asked, spitting his ball out a moment and looking him in the eye.

“Fucking nice!”

Blushing, she dipped her head again, sucked his other ball inside her hot, wet mouth. Her cheek bulged hugely with his great, fat ball. The swell of her face shone brightly.

And then she backed off yet again, releasing one ball only to press her face more harshly against his crotch in an attempt to suck both balls at one time into her crazy mouth. Her tongue wriggled and her lips crept forward, and, by degrees, his spit-soaked scrotum was disappearing into her face. This time, both her cheeks swelled out lewdly, filled to capacity with Chad's entire sack.

"Ohhh, fuck!" he gasped, glaring at her in disbelief. Both balls at once! She was sucking both his balls into her mouth at the same time!

Even as he watched, her lips crept up over the last pulsing bulge of his sac, and his balls were gone, completely enclosed by her hungry, sucking mouth.

"It can't be! You can't be doing that!" he groaned, recovering his voice. "It isn't possible! You can't suck both my balls at once!"

But I can, babe, Rosario thought proudly. Just look at my face. There's the proof!

Her heart swelled with triumph. Men always thought they knew everything about sex. But when you got right down to it, you could always prove them wrong on at least a couple of things. She was thrilled to prove Mr. Longwood wrong. What more proof could he ask for?

"Mmmmm!" she muttered, slobbering on his balls as if she were eating her last meal. There wasn't very much she could do with them, really, for her mouth was just too full. She simply flexed her cheeks back and forth and ran her tongue continually beneath his tight sac, bathing both balls with warm, wet spit. Her eyes bulged with the strain.

Her fist kept up an even rhythm on his looming prick. The cockhead dripped a steady flow of clear cum into her hair. His hips rose and fell gently as he drove his cock through the vise of her fingers.

She gagged suddenly, and his balls burst roughly from her glistening face. They bounced and jangled a moment before settling, their tiny hairs and enclosing skin glistening with Rosario's hot saliva. They was damn near steaming.

"Arrgh!" he called out in panic, wondering what the hell was happening. His ass cheeks clenched and unclenched with tension.

"Oh, baby," Rosario finally managed to moan, still out of breath. "I need you inside of me, so bad."

"Yes... yes," he heard himself say, sweeping his papers off his desk.

He drew her closer to him, moving one hand down to encase the soft, smooth curves of her asscheeks. She strained the full length of her body, grinding and pushing, and then she spread her legs and thighs wide and poised his cock against the snug little mouth of her hungrily gushing cunt. She wasn’t wearing panties either

“There, Mr. Longwood, right now! Now!”

He lunged his hips, thrusting heavily as he fucked into her waiting pussy, carrying her down to the desk, feeling her fevered cunt greedily engulf his cock and hold it tight. She wanted all of it fucking deep up inside her. She held him tightly, not only with her clasping, smoothly sliding cunt, but with her widespread legs, kicking them out to the side and locking her slender ankles tight around his heavily driving hips. He increased his own tempo, fucking into Rosario with almost maniacal fury.

"Ooooooooh, Mr. Longwood! Your cock feels so good! So good!" his now voracious employee whimpered, kissing and biting wildly at his neck and shoulders. "Yes! Yes! That feels so gooooooddddddd!"

Then she began to babble incoherently and he knew that she was fast approaching her own orgasm, and that spurred him on to new, more powerful strokes. Her knees drew up and her toes curled under as she raised her ass up higher off the desk, her splayed cunt bucking wildly back up against his pistoning cock.

"Ooooohhbbh... oooooohhhhhh Goddddd!" she cried out, as if tortured. "I'm... I'm there! I'm theeeerrrreeee!"

With a sudden deep-throated groan, Rosario erupted beneath Chad, and in doing so released his own painfully dammed-up explosion. His cum burned hotly through his swollen balls and through his cock, bursting through the head to flood far up into Rosario's hungrily milking pussy. Again and again white spurts of scalding hot cum spurted from him until at last he collapsed, his sigh of contentment mingling with her own soft mewlings of gratification.

As sanity returned to him, Chad edged his body off Rosario and rolled over. He reached out to the intercom. “Cancel my other appointments,” he told his secretary. “I’d like my interview with Rosario… Ms. Dawson… to be more in-depth.”

“Are you sure?” his secretary asked him. “Margot Robbie has already arrived.”

Chad looked at Rosario. “You wouldn’t happen to need an assistant, would you?”

She smiled wickedly.

He pressed down on the intercom again. “Send her in.”