While filming Easy A

"It happened when we were filming Easy A, did you watch that?" - Emma asks, staring at the ceiling with a smile on her face.

"I've heard of it." - You admit.

"Hmmm." - She replies and brings her dripping fingers to your mouth again. As you begin to suck her cunt juices off, she continues. - "Well, it's basically about this high school girl who lies about having lost her virginity and starts to get a reputation in school..." - Pausing for a second, she admires how obstinated you are to clean each of her fingers off. Smiling lustily at you, she picks the story up. - "Well, at one point, she discovers that her favorite teacher's wife, who happens to be the school counselor, is cheating on him with a student."

"Okay... but what's the story?" - You push, as your dick hurts from being restrained inside your pants.

"Well... once she finds out, of course she has to tell him, it's her favorite teacher after all, right?"

"Right..." - At this point you are licking Emma's palm. She lets you finish and brings it back down into her underwear for a refill.

"So, the scene ended with Mr. Griffith very upset, obviously. The director yelled 'cut!' and that was the last scene we filmed before lunch. He tells us it was great and we start to head back to our trailers, right?"

"Riiiiiight..." - You reply, a bit impatiently.

Noticing your tone, Emma makes sure you're entertained. - "Here..." - She brings back another load of cum fresh from her pussy, which manages to shut you up. - "So yea, on the way to the trailer, Mr. Griffith, aka Thomas Haden Church, and I are walking side by side. I notice he's looking sad and just as I'm about to ask him why, he talks to me. He says: 'You know... I thought we had a good thing going...' and I'm like.. what the fuck is he talking about?! - 'Fifteen years of marriage and now this? Cheating on me with a student?' - Only then I realize he's still playing Mr. Griffith and I burst out laughing, of course. Who would expect that, right?! I mean, I knew Thomas was funny but I didn't know exactly how funny he was in person. In good spirit, I decide to join in, so I start playing Olive, too.

'Oh, Mr. Griffith... I'm sorry... maybe I shouldn't have told you... I didn't want to...'

'No, Olive, you did good. If my wife is cheating on me.... I want to know... I just can't believe her nerve...'

'Yea... and with Micah? I mean... no offense but... he's...'

'A christ-loving dweeb?'

"Laughing some more, I pull myself together. - 'I was gonna say moron but... I guess your description is more fitting...' - So we get to this trailer and he still doesn't break character."

'I just... I just don't know know where it all went wrong, Olive... I mean I tried... all these years...'

'You can't blame yourself, Mr. Griffith... Mrs. Griffith clearly has some issues... if you don't mind me saying.'

'No... I don't. And you're right, more right than you can imagine...' - "He tells me, mysteriously. But at this point, I'm curious as well, I mean, had he written a whole alternative plot to the movie? Like... what the hell, right? So I continue."

'More right than I imagine?'

'Olive... I've heard these rumors about you going around and I don't know exactly how truthful they are or not. But let's just say that Mrs. Griffith has always been... a little off in that department. One could say you're even more experienced than her, if you know what I mean. No wonder she went for an inexperienced religious freak...'

"So... when is this story gonna get any good?" - You interrupt, making a face as you finish sucking off another batch of Emma's drippings from her pinky finger.

"Now, actually." - She tells you as she closes her eyes and starts to masturbate in front of you, shamelessly. - "Then he continues: 'I should've... I should've seen the signs... they were... pretty damn obvious... I just thought she was... reserved at first.'".

"Somehow, I was actually embarrassed, just like if I was actually Olive, it was so weird." - 'Well, Mr. Griffith, those rumors aren't... exactly true... it all started with a lie... and now... I kinda enjoy the popularity.'

'Hmpf, I see. Well, if it's any consolation... you're still not far behind Mrs. Griffith...'

"I was hooked, now I needed to know." - 'Oh... that bad?'

'Worse, Olive. Mrs. Griffith was never... let's say, very active in the bedroom. I thought she was just shy at first but then nothing changed. Or better yet, it did. For the worse. I mean... have you ever wondered why we never had kids? I know I have...'

'Oh...'

'Yea... I'm pretty sure I can count the times we had sex on my left hand... and that hasn't happened in almost ten...'

'Ten months?! Without any... action?' - "I cut him off, completely absorbed in his story."

"Scoffing, he surprised me even more." - 'Years, Olive. Ten years... and now I find out she's sleeping with this much younger student...' - "I was actually feeling bad for him now, I couldn't help it, he's actually a really good actor." - 'Not even.... a quickie? A blowjob? A...' - "I ask, innocently."

'Hahah, good one, Olive. I don't think she even knows what that is...'

"My jaw was literally dropped. How could a couple married for 15 years not have had any kind of sex for 10?! I knew it was all fiction, but... I'm an actress... so I felt it like it was real, I couldn't help it." - 'I... I don't know what to say Mr. Griffith... I'm... sorry.'

'Don't be, Olive, don't be.' - "He said petting my head. I was in this teenage outfit, with micro jeans shorts and a black tank top." - 'I mean... I do get the appeal... I also work here.' - He admits, staring at my body. - 'But that doesn't mean I'm gonna sleep with a student just because I'm not getting any action back home, right?'

'Right.' - "I reply, kind of horny by the way he's looking at me."

'But anyway... sorry for the rant. I should let you go now, Olive...' - "He says, pointing at my trailer." - 'Unless you wanna... give those rumors any actual substance?' - "He hits me with that one! And not only does he say that out of the blue, but he also adjusts his dick in his pants!"

Emma tells you this while moaning as she touches her pussy. You're enthralled and annoyed at the same time when she brings you another scoop of herself. Scoop is the right word for it, since she actually turned her hand into a spoon to be able to carry the little pool of juices. You lower your head and start to drink from the little well of pleasure when she asks you.

"You wanna guess what I did then?"