Carrie, of course.

You hold Emma at bay, even though she struggles to pull away from you, to slurp up your cum as it drips down the wall. “Stop.” You say definitively. “You’re not worthy of that cum. Understand?”

Emma hesitates for a moment. You can tell it pained her to say it. “I’m not worthy of your cum.”

“Good. Now tell Carrie she may have it.”

Emma closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. Her mascara is a filthy mess from intensity with which she’s been gagging herself on you. But still she says it to your girlfriend. “You should have it” and she watches as Carrie runs her tongue up the wall, licking the cum back into her throat.

The visual turns her on, clearly. Her fingers reach between her legs and find her wet, throbbing twat. But you quickly pull them away.

“You’re not worthy of cum or of cunning. Understand.”

She’s exasperated. “Yes. I’m not worthy.”

“But Carrie is. So you should help her.” You say, knowing you’ll need some time for your erection to regenerate.

And just like that Emma’s face is buried in Carrie’s wet cunt. Carrie moans in pleasure and pushes the actress into her crotch. Emma’s dark mascara rubs off on Carrie’s thighs. It’s a total, wonderful mess.

This goes on for 10 minutes, 15 minutes, 20. Carrie is just as cruel as you were, making Emma’s face into a mere object for pleasure.

Finally, as Carrie begins to pant heavily and moan loudly, as she begins to cum, you feel your cock thicken again.

Thank goodness. It’s going. To be a long night.

You pull Emma off your girlfriend and position her on all fours then push your member into her asshole. You thrust hard for a good long while and eventually shoot a load deep inside her. But in no time it drips out, down Emma’s pale tight thigh. More cum for Carrie to lick up. Which she does.

Then it’s time for Emma to eat Carrie our again. Emma’s face is red in completion and smudged to every corner with dark makeup. You’ve never seen a face quite like it before.

It’s a lovely fuck slut face that needs a little extra. So a bit later, after gagging on your meat some more, you order her to suck your nuts as you dump a load on that pretty face.

Carrie, of course, licks it up.

Then Carrie demands Emma tongue her asshole. And for a third time, Carrie cums.

Your turn again. Finally you penetrate Emma’s pussy. It’s nice, tight, and ecstatically wraps around your cock. But you pull out and jizz all over the hotel window.

Carrie licks it up.

And Emma licks her up for a fourth time.

Before the night is up you’ve dumped your cum on Emma’s tits, on the small of her back and on her face three more times. And she’s licked Carrie’s orifices as many.

You’re not sure how much longer you can keep it up. Actually you’re not sure how much longer Emma can keep it up. You’ve never seen anyone look as exhausted as she looks as the dawn begins to shine through the window.

You consider putting an end to it when there’s a scratching at the door.

Oh yeah. Brie Larson. What the hell has she been up to?

You nod to the door and Carrie crawls over and opens it.

Brie’s body falls into the room, looking just as exhausted as Emma’s her flesh drenched head to toe in cum. And you finally get a

change to see what Carrie scribbled on her tits in marker before she cast her out into the hallway.

“Celebrity cum rag for hard use.”

You look at Emma. “Your friend had had just as fun a night as you have. Want to lick her clean?” You ask.

Emma shakes her head “I don’t... I don’t deserve cum.”

And you know it’s been achieved. The most depraved thing you’ve ever done is done. You give Carrie another nod and she crawls over to Brie and starts licking her clean.

You think a different version of you might be jealous that your girlfriend is currently swallowing the cum of countless strange guys. But you don’t care. That type of jealousy is for amateurs.

As you watch you step over to what remains of Emma, who also watches.

You whisper to her. “Know what? I think you do deserve cum.”

“I do?”

“Yes” You smile. Your cock has had quite the night but you know it has one good skull fuck left in it.

You beckon Carrie over.

And once she gets there you thrust your thick cock deep into your girlfriend’s throat. It takes a few hard thrusts but eventually the cum she’s been slurping all night erupts back through her lips and pours down her chin, her neck, her tits.

“There” You say to Emma “that’s the cum you deserve.”

“Yes!” Emma exclaims wearily, crawling it up and immediately licking the mess off Carrie’s body.

You come up behind her, wrap your arms around her, slide your fingers into her wet, wide twat and rub hard. “And now that you’re at your most pathetic, you deserve to cum.”

Emma moans as loudly as she can. “Yes. Thank you. I understand now. God, I’m such a filthy fuck slut.” She says and quickly returns to licking the filth off Carrie’s flesh.

When Emma cums it’s not a loud, wild orgasm. It’s exhausted, resigned, defeated. But it gushes nonetheless.

“We leave tomorrow” You say. “But that doesn’t mean you go back to the way you were.”

“No” Emma says.

“We may be gone. But you still belong to us.” You say.

“Always” Emma responds.

Brie still lies there, eyes open, mouth agape, another fuck toy, but not yours.

“At your next movie premier, you’re going to wear a see through dress. You’re going to show the entire world your tits and your cunt. And they’re going to be scandalized by what a slut Emma Stone is.

“Yes.” She answers. “Yes. I am a slut.”

And three months later, long after you’ve returned to normal life, but with the memories of your wild night as potent as ever, you see the headline:

“Emma Stone wears daring see through dress on red carpet. See the pictures.”

You smile.

And another headline the next day:

“Superstar Brie Larson pregnant. Who is the father?”

And now, like all good things, this thread must come to an end