She resists

Emma doesn’t strip. She doesn’t run either. She just stands there, rigid, unmoving. Even when Lexi steps closer and gets in her face, whispering with intensity.

“I mean it. Strip.”

“I can’t.” Emma insists eyes closed.

Lexi shakes her head, keeping up the facade up. “You sweet, sad thing. You don’t have to play the innocent girl next door for us. Let go of the shame.”

“I don’t want to let go of the shame.” Emma opens her eyes, they jolt in your direction, then Carrie’s, then Lexi right in front of her. “The shame is the funnest part.”

Her admission takes a second to hit you. Then it does like a brick wall. You exchange looks with Carrie. The whole situation has just changed.

Lexi, ever the consummate pervert, doesn’t miss a beat. “Okay. If you won’t strip, we’ll strip you.”

She grabs the bottom of Emma’s blouse and pulls it up, but Emma wraps her arms around her own body making that all but impossible.

Lexi chuckles a bit then turns her head to give Carrie an order. “Go to the kitchen. Get me a sharpie and a pair of scissors. Drawer beneath the sink.”

She runs and is back within 10 seconds.

Lexi takes the sharpie, uncaps it, caresses Emma’s cheek and jawline, then holds the marker up to her forehead. “Let’s have some fun, shall we?” Lexi writes a big bold “S” on her forehead. “S is for how Stupid you must be to come to a complete stranger’s house”

You see Emma mouth something under her breath. “I know.” Her arms unclasp one another

Lexi goes on “L is for the Loss if your innocence, which is about to happen. U is for how completely Unreversible it will be.”

A tear rolls down Emma’s face as her body grows more limp.

“And T is for how, no matter what you’d like to tell yourself, this really Turns you on.” Lexi finishes writing the word.

Emma’s arms fall to her side. She’s totally broken down.

Suddenly Lexi is behind her, holding them back. And Carrie is running up eight the scissors, cutting off Emma’s blouse from the neckline down. Then with one quick snip, her pink bra.

And there they are, Emma’s lovely, soft breasts, pleasantly large nipples, erect and aroused.

You take in the sight as Carrie discards the destroyed fabric and moves on to Emma’s jeans, pulling them down off Emma’s hips. The only thing on the actress’s body now is a pair of white panties with a stitched blue heart on the side. Carrie snips them off revealing her wet, shorn slit. It’s glorious. You wonder what small lucky group you’re now a part of, to see it in person.

Carrie inspects Emma’s underwear, and even from where you’re standing you can see they’re quite wet.

“You really are turned on, aren’t you?” Your girlfriend smiles, balling the panties up and before Emma has time to answer, stuffing them between her soft, parted lips.

Emma’s eyes open wide. She wasn’t expecting that. Then again, she wasn’t expecting any of this.

Carrie keeps control of the situation. “How do you taste?” She asks. “Do you taste good?”

Emma nods slowly, seemingly unsure how to respond.

“Do you taste special, because you’re famous?”

No reaction from Emma.

“Let’s find out.” And suddenly Carrie is on her knees, her face an inch from Emma’s moist crotch, her tongue stretching to touch it then buried inside of it.

Lexi still holds Emma’s arms back as the actress begins to shake and contort. She closes her eyes with pleasure. Her young tits jiggle. She moans, muffled through the fabric of the panties that plug her mouth.

You see Carrie’s jaw gnawing toward Emma’s wet pussy. She works with methodical intensity and finally pulls herself free, her face wet, and rising to continued her questioning.

“Did you like that?” She asks Emma, licking her lips.

Emma nods slowly, looking quite ashamed to admit it.

“Good for you.” Carrie scoffs. “But not for me. I’m sorry to say, but your little cunt does not taste special.”

Emma clearly doesn’t know how to react to that. Nor does she know how to react when Lexi leans in her ear to ask. “Want to know what a special cunt tastes like?”

But she knows what happens next. As do you as you watch Carrie quickly stripping down to nothing. It’s a talent you’ve see from your girlfriend before. When she’s truly, insanely horny, she can get herself stripped in 5 seconds flat.

And so she is, her naked body next to Emma’s

“Well, do you?” Lexi presses.

And Emma nods. At least you think she does until you realize that Lexi has a hand gripped deep in Emma’s thick hair and is moving her head for her.

Then slowly she pushes the actress to her knees until her pretty face is now the one in front of a wet and willing pussy. She opens her mouth and as soon as her panties fall out, her face is shoved into Carrie’s crotch.

You take a step closer and shift yourself to get a better look as Emma eats out your girlfriend. Lexi might be holding Emma’s face in place, but her tongue work is all her willing choice. And it works at Carrie’s clit eagerly.

You wonder how many people on this planet have witnessed such a thing. Emma Watson’s famous face pressed into their girlfriend’s demanding twat. You’re probably the first and only person alive to see it.

Then you wonder. Why fixate on how great it is to watch when you’re a few feet away from participating.

You step toward the girls just as Lexi pulls Emma’s face up for air.

Carrie looks down at her, shaking her head. “You’re not very good at that, are you?” Then she looks up at Lexi who is in the process of pulling her own shirt off and joining the naked ladies. “She shouldn’t be ashamed of wanting to be a slut. She should be ashamed of being so bad at it.” Then her attention turns to you. “What are we going to do with her?”

And you realize that’s not a hypothetical question. Carrie wants an answer