Brie Larson

There they are, Brie and Emma, Emma and Brie, looking amazingly sexy, painted with dark, sultry makeup, that makes them look like they’re checking into a dungeon.Emma’s hair is suddenly dark as if she really doesn’t want to besmirch the sexual dominance of redheads everywhere, and you plan on doing some serious besmirching. She wears a tube top and short skirt. Brie wears a short tight dress.

In another life you’d be freaking out, groveling even, at the shrine of celebrity. But that’s not this life. Now is the time to be, not just confident, but determined in the sexual righteousness of your darkest impulses. Now is the time to embrace every desire to control the situation. This may be the defining sexual moment of your life. Carrie has promised these two stars total ecstasy through submission and has told them that you will deliver it.

You have to rise to the occasion. Your cock is certainly rising

You look the girls up and down, making sure they see you do it. Then smirk, half friendly, half wickedly. “Come in.”

They do. Carrie stands in the corner watching with interest. The room is hot. It’s a sticky summer evening in Southern California.

To be honest you have no idea how this is supposed to work. So you do what comes naturally. You step up to the two actresses, slide one hand down the top of Brie’s dress, cupping her sizable tit, feeling the pointy nipple harden in your palm. At the same time you lean in and slide your tongue into Emma’s mouth. She meets it with her own. It’s a deep passionate kiss.

Then you switch. You lean in and give Brie a sultry kiss feeling her tongue swirl around yours as you slip a hand underneath Emma’s tube top, feeling her large nipple get excited.

“Hmmm” You say thoughtfully. “Emma is the better kisser. Brie has the better tits.”

Emma lowers her head, looks at you though the tops of her eyes and asks with a smirk “is this a contest?”

You return her smirk. “Now a question for you. Would you consider yourself a slut?”

Emma glances at Carrie, standing against the nearby wall, watching this all with great interest. “I think your girlfriend knows the answer.”

Then you regard Brie. “No” She says. “But I do consider 99% of girls to be boring prudes.”

You narrow your eyes at the actresses. “Good answers. Let’s call that a tie. Okay now strip.”

“That’s not fair. I can’t compete with that.” Emma gestures toward Brie, who is sultrily sliding down her dress, exposing her amazing body, tall frame, massive tits, long legs, flawless flesh, within seconds nude in front of you, her nipples rock hard, her slit wet and bald.

You give her a shrug. She doesn’t have a choice. With a sigh she pulls off her tube top and pulls down her skirt, no underwear, a little wisp of a red bush even though her hair isn’t any longer. Her body is also amazing, you think, petite with big dark nipples, not an ounce of fat.

But she’s right, she can’t compete. You point at Brie. “Yeah. She wins.”

But maybe she can compete at this, you think. “Okay, now spread. As wide as you can.”

The girls exchange looks and then drop to the floor. There’s no hesitation. They’re following your instruction without question. Damn, this is really happening.

Brie spreads her considerable thighs as wide as she can, displaying every inch of her glistening pussy.

Emma rolls into her back, bends her knees and spreads her legs, giving you an even better view. Then she reaches her hands down to her lips and spreads her slit, seemingly eager to defeat Brie. “Enjoy the view” She says.

Carrie walks up behind you and wraps her arms around you, slowly sliding her hands into your pants and taking hold of your thick, throbbing member.

“Emma wins.” You say. Let’s see, if you care, That’s makes the score of your little sex contest 2-2. “Another question round.” You declare. “How many cocks have you sucked all time.”

Emma slips out of her spread position, though keeping a hand between her thighs for rubbing purposes. “I don’t know the exact number. Probably like, low 50s”

Then it’s Brie’s turn. “How the hell should I know. Do you keep track of how many fucking French fries you’ve put in your mouth in your life?”

You give it some thought. Carrie’s hands tug at your cock with intent now. It feels great. “I’m sorry, refusal to give me a number means Emma wins.”

Carrie leans in and whispers in your ear. “More about their nasty behavior please.”

You nod. “What’s the naughtiest thing you’ve ever done with a co-star?” You ask.

Emma goes first, rubbing herself more intently. “So this one time we threw Ryan Gosling a surprise party.... you know that he fucks all his co-stars right? Everyone in this town knows that. So we invited a bunch of his old co-stars, 12 total and had a little fuck party. Except the first girl to get her lips around his cock was so into it she made him cum, like instantly. So the rest of us had to put on a little show and eat each other out until her was ready to go again.”

Emma’s story is great, but missing a few important details and she can tell by looking at your and Carrie’s faces, what they are.

She clears her throat. “I probably shouldn’t name names.”

“I don’t fucking care. I’ll name names.” Brie interjects. “On the set of Scott Pilgrim I taught Anna Kendrick how to take a DP. And I taught Mary Winstead how to eat pussy. But just full disclosure, it wasn’t my pussy. It was Anna Kendrick’s again. Then when she got good at it I let her eat my pussy.”

You point at Brie. She wins that round.

“Wait, I can name names!” Emma shouts. “Okay so there was Rachel...”

“Too late” Brie snips. “You lose.”

“Slut!” Emma jumps at her friend playfully, giggling as she pushes Brie into her back and squeezes her big tit.

Carrie jerks you hard. It’s quite the scene. But you start to wonder if this contest plan was the best. After all, just this alone is kinda enough to make you jizz and with Carrie’s masterful hand working your shaft, that could be any moment.

You need to take control of the situation, declare a winner and loser and start handing out reward and punishment.

Let’s see, it’s 3-3. Maybe it’s time to just pick one.