fuck The Rock

"I fucked The Rock" Emma says with a twinkle in her eye and a sense of pride. She says it as if it's supposed to mean something to you. But it doesn't. And clearly she can read your confused expression. "You know, the wrestler and actor..." She says plainly.

"I know who The Rock is." you answer. The image of Dwayne Johnson's massive muscled body thrusting into Emma's petite, pale frame is kinda surprising and you suppose would be wild and kinky from Emma's perspective. But it doesn't do much to make this supposedly exciting story seem that exciting to you.

Until Emma clarifies.

"You know The Rock is the most perverted person in Hollywood, right?" She says, wagging her eyebrows. This is news to you. But you're intrigued. Emma goes on, her small breasts heaving up and down as she rubs herself. You wonder how much longer she can masturbate before she just explodes. After all, this story is just getting started. "Yeah, stories about the things he does are fucking legendary in this town. How do you not know this?"

You shrug. You may sell movies for a living, but you're not exactly in the business. "What kind of stories?" You ask.

Emma grins. "Like the time, supposedly on one of the Fast and Furious movies, Michelle Rodriguez wanted to fuck him, but first he made her swear off being a lesbian forever, and then suck twenty dicks in front of him to prove it."

Damn, you think. That does sound perverted. "Is that true?"

Emma shrugs. "Or the um... what was that stupid earthquake movie he did? The one where Alexandra Daddario played his daughter. Supposedly he made her call him 'daddy' while they fucked.

You feel your cock twitch at the thought of that. You're not sure it can get any more eager to be released. Surely, this just has to be Hollywood rumor.

"Supposedly that story got spread by Carla Gugino who played his wife in that movie. Wanna guess how she knew about it?" Emma chuckles. "So yeah, he has a reputation of asking the women he screws to do unreasonable things."

Emma slips her hand out of her panties again. And again her fingers are soaking wet. She brings them up, but before holding them out to you declares. "Sorry, my turn" and licks them clean herself.

Then it's back to the story. "So I found him at the Vanity Fair afterparty. He saw me and said congratulations on my Oscar and they told me he thought it was really sweet and kind how I handle the weird shit from that night. And I just grabbed his arm and said 'I'm tired of being sweet and kind. I'm tired of being the girl who you feel so gosh darn charmed by, who you want to just hang out with and drink beer and play video games. I want to be the girl who's all kinds of fucked up."

"What did he say?" You ask, starting to feel like, if she's allowed to masturbate through this story, maybe you should be too.

"He took me aside and asked if I'd ever fucked two guys at the same time." Emma says, her face getting quite sweaty from all her rubbing. "I said I hadn't and he asked if I'd be up for it. Which was kinda disappointing, I mean, knowing his reputation. I mean it's kinky but it's not, you know, The Rock levels of kinky. Until he told me who he wanted to share me with. That's when I realized just how twisted his mind was."

You start to unbutton your pants. Emma sees you and doesn't object.

"Wanna know who he suggested?" She asks.