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You walk up to Emma and grab her by the shoulders spinning her to face you. She’s so damn pretty. You gaze into her intense brown eyes. You notice that her mouth and chin are covered in saliva from going to town on Molly’s armpit.

But this is no time for staring. You grab her costume by the sides and pull it up and off, hearing the sound of fabric tearing as you do.

And then you take in her amazing body, trim, petite, her half dollar sized nipples hard and ready.

And something more. Quite a surprise.

“What?” Molly asks seeing the look of shock painted on your face. “What”

You turn Emma back around to face Molly so she can see it for herself.

Just as the word “Slut” is written across Emma’s forehead in lipstick, she has the word “Whore” written across her breasts in big black marker.

“Who’s responsible for this?” Molly asks.

Emma seems sheepish “Well, you said it yourself. You saw me tell Natalie Portman that I’d belong to her. She wrote this on me this morning so I’d always remember what I am deep down.”

Scintillating as the conversation is, you’re not waiting around. You start to unbuckle and pull down your pants.

“What a phony you are. Always pretending to be such a good girl.” Molly snips.

“Well I just... I’m the type of girl who needs guidance.” Emma tries to explain. “And my mistresses have always wanted me to play the good girl.”

Molly is on fire. She reaches over and pulls Emma’s hair hard, arching her back as you slide her thong down her shapely legs, exposing her plump young ass.

“Tell me.” Molly demands “I want to know who these Mistresses are and what they make you do. You’re going to tell me the slutty details while he penetrates your phony wholesome asshole.”

With that you spit on your hand and slide it between Emma’s cheeks. You really can’t believe this is truly happening as you feel her asshole against your wet fingers. Then you spread her ass, taking a good look at it, hold up your thick, throbbing cock, and push it in.

Emma gasps and almost collapsed on the floor. Molly catches her. “Tell me”

“They’re just, they’re just people I meet, sometimes on sets, sometimes not.” She explains with a weak voice, obviously spending all her energy trying to contain your cock.

You start to thrust slowly.

“My first was Jo... you know, Jo Rowling. She truly taught me how to fuck and how... to obey.” Emma begins her tale.

Molly slides a hand down into her own panties.

You keep thrusting. Your cock feels amazing in Emma’s tight, petite body.

“And then Bonnie took over for a bit. She’d never let me lick her up unless I ate out her arsehole first and told her I was just a daft twat.

“I met Emily Blunt at a gala. She liked fucking me with her huge collection of toys.

“I met Jennifer Connelly on a move set. She made me lick her clean after her husband came inside her.”

Your flesh starts to sweat as you thrust harder and harder. These stories only making you harder. Emma’s small body flings itself about wildly as your cock pushed deep in her ass.

Molly too is enjoying herself. You can see how hard she’s rubbing.

Emma’s talking starts to get labored. “I met Leslie... Mann on a... movie set. She let her daughter put her hand... inside me until I screamed... for her 18th birthday. Then she... oh fuck... the moment was so... intense she let her do it to herself... too

“Then Carey Mulligan who... I met... I don’t remember... liked to eat me out in... public while I told her how innocent I was... now Natalie”

Yours and Emma’s flesh is so sweaty you lose your grip on her and her body flies off your cock and thuds onto the ground.

Molly, her panties so soaking wet they’re practically transparent, leaps down onto her, “You are such a nasty little fuck thing aren’t you.”

“I just... Emma trembles as if she’s going to explode. Molly too looks like she’s going to explode. And of course, you feel it coming yourself “I just... I need guidance.” Emma repeats.

“Okay, here’s your guidance” Molly says