Emma

It’s Emma. Of course it was only ever going to be Emma. You point at her and declare “she wins” then you whisper to Carrie “punish the loser.” In a way you just need to get her hands off your throbbing junk before you explode.

Turns out Carrie is more than happy to help. She slides her hands out of your pants and approached Brie.

“What the hell? She didn’t win. It’s tied.” Brie insists, her seriousness undermined by the fact that she’s exposed to you like a naughty slut.

“Didn’t you come here to be humiliated?” Carrie asks her eyes gazing over Brie’s body. “Well there’s nothing more humiliating than knowing that even those tits can’t save you.”

And then suddenly Carrie has Brie by the hair. You wonder if your newly bald girlfriend talked a particular joy in pulling a beautiful girl by the hair. She slides her to the hotel door, finds a sharpie on a nearby table, scribbled something on Brie’s chest and hurls her, completely naked into the hallway, slamming the door behind her.

“Is she going to be... okay?” Emma asks shyly.

“Probably not” Carrie answers walking back over. “But don’t worry about her. You’re the winner.” She slinks down to where the naked actress sits in the floor. “Now tell me something I’ve been wondering. Your love of having girls fisted and penetrated with huge toys. Where does that come from?” Seems like Carrie wants some answers about what happened to her.

“I don’t know.” Emma answers. “Like I said, it’s not like I’m doing that all the time. I’m not that big of a slut. I just...”

She can’t finish before Carrie has slapped her hard across the face.

Emma gasps in shock. You wonder if anyone had ever treated her this way before.

Then she takes a deep breath, her petite tits heaving up and down. “Okay. I’m a big slut. I’m a slut who likes to have control and who likes to know that the girls she’s controlling will be fulfilled and just filled up more than they ever have before.” A tear slips down her cheek, streaking her mascara.

“Well there’s the difference between you and me.” Carrie snips harshly, “you care how the girls under your control feel. But I don’t give a fuck how you feel. I just need you to make my man’s cock feel good.”

You see something happening here and you realize instantly that you need to stop it. You grab Carrie and shove her whole body out of the way, much to her surprise.

“Let’s make something clear.” You say, giving your girlfriend a stern but wicked smile. “You’re not in control here. I am. And I do care how Emma feels.” You lean down and place your hand on Emma’s chin, raising her pretty face to meet yours. She’s so damn beautiful and the things you’re going to do... “I want her to feel like she’s been used, degraded, exposed as the fuck slut she truly is. That’s what you want too, isn’t it?”

Emma doesn’t know how to answer. She parts her lips but no words come out.

You take the opportunity and slide your fingers into her mouth, three fingers, deep. You suppose you should be in disbelief that this is really happening between you and Emma Stone. But you believe it. After everything you’ve seen this week, you believe it. You feel yourself a changed man. A new man. A man capable of almost anything.

With the hand not currently tickling Emma’s tonsils you slowly unbutton, unzip and pull down your pants. “Now. I’m not going to shove my cock in your throat.” You shake your head. “Nope. I’m not going to take your throat. I’m simply going to pull it out and you’re going to give your throat to me.”

Which you do. You pull out your massive, throbbing member and hold it up to Emma’s submissive face.

And she does exactly what you said. She leans it and slides her lips around it, deep around it, all the way until her face presses against your body. Her petite frame lurches and shakes.

“Skull fuck yourself on me.” You order.

And she does. You don’t have to move an inch. She slides her mouth down your shaft and then thrusts her face into it again. Then again and again. Your cock feels amazing each time it hits the back of her throat. Each time you hear her gag. It’s clear that this is not the most pleasant sexual experience she’s ever had, but she does it over and over anyway as if she’s compelled beyond her control.

Next to you Carrie watches in admiration, having stripped naked. She leans in and whispers in your ear. “It turns me on, but I wish you’d stop going easy on her.”

Your girlfriend is the most twisted freak you’ve ever met. And her reminding you of this is enough to make you burst. You’re about to burst.

You grab Emma and throw her off your cock, just as it fires, jizz spraying against the wall behind her. You’ve never sprayed a load of jizz like this before. Then again you’ve never had Emma Stone degrading herself on your cock before.

She sees the dripping jizz and lunges for it. But you’re quick and you grab her by the hair and hold her back as her tongue sticks out stretching for your seed.

“Hang on” You say. “That cum doesn’t belong to you.”