Sapphic Erotica: Scene 65

Title: Sapphic Erotica: Scene 65

Author: RandyPan

Celebs: Brie Larson, Emilia Clarke

Codes: FF, oral, mas, con

Disclaimer: This is fiction, it did NOT happen. Fantasy is legal.

Also, if you like this story, email me at [email protected]

Note: This is a spin-off of my Porno Chic series.  Picture this in the style of one of those porno compilations.

We fade in on a taxi pulling up in front of a London hotel, which, seconds later, Brie comes out of, bag slung over her shoulder, talking on her phone. “Dave, I’m gonna need more than just, ‘They’re here’.  This isn’t some tiny village on the outskirts of…”

The cabbie cuts her off. “Oi, that’ll be fifty quid!”

“Hang on.” Brie reaches into her pocket for a wallet, from which she pulls out some notes. “Here’s sixty.” She then continues walking. “Dave, I’m entering the hotel.  Call me back when you have more info, okay?”

Inside, she walks up to the front desk, where Emilia stands behind a monitor. “Um, Larson.”

“Uh, let’s see…Yes, we have you in room 1423.  And I see here you’re all paid for.  Let me just process this…” As she types something, Brie notices her nametag.

“Emilia, huh?  You must have to process a lot of guests on a daily basis.”

“I suppose so.”

“Probably don’t have time to talk to any of them.”

“Most of them don’t have anything interesting to say, anyway.” Brie smiles at this, right before Emilia hands her two cards. “Here are your keys, Ms. Larson.  Enjoy your stay.”

“I will,” Brie says, casually pulling out her wallet, and leaving it on the desk, before walking away.

A few minutes later, Brie’s in her underwear, again on her phone. “Hey, is Emilia there?  Listen, I accidentally left my wallet down there.  Could you send her up with it?” With her free hand, Brie reaches behind her back, and unhooks her bra. “Yeah, she probably grabbed it as soon she saw it, so it wouldn’t get stolen.  If you could just…Thanks.” Brie hits end, then takes her bra off.

A few more minutes later, the door opens, and Emilia comes in, wallet in hand. “Ms. Larson?  Hello?”

We then hear Brie from the bathroom. “In here.” Emilia walks in, and Brie peeks around the glass shower partition, hair dripping, big, wet tits in full view. “Hey, Emilia.  Um, put it on the sink?” Recognizing the situation, Emilia smirks. “You know, you look like you could use a relaxing, hot shower right now.”

“Yeah, something told me you were pulling one of these.”

We then see Emilia in the shower with Brie, lips locked in an open-mouthed kiss, both feeling up and squeezing each other’s breasts.  Emilia then tilts her head down, and kisses Brie’s tits, and, in our first close-up, flicks her tongue on her hard nipple, before wrapping her full lips around it, and sucking.

“Mm…” Brie moans, tilting her head back, then looks down. “Something tells me you’ve done this before.”

“You mean had sex with a guest in their shower?  A few times.  A little more frequently it’s in their bed.”

Brie smirks at this. “Am I the first woman?”

Emilia snickers. “No, you’re not.”

“How were they?  Or her?”

Emilia now laughs. “Let’s find out how you are first.”

“Oh, of course.” Keeping her eyes on Emilia, while retaining her smirk, Brie lowers to her knees.  Smiling back at her, Emilia leans back against the wall, parting her legs a little.

Brie then leans forward, and, in another close-up, buries her tongue in Emilia’s dripping wet pussy. “Huh!” Emilia gasps, brow furrowing, then bites her lip, and starts to squeeze and knead her tits.  Back in the close-up, Brie’s tongue moves up and down inside Emilia’s juicy slit, while her fingers probe the oozing hole. “Huh…” Emilia breathes hard, starting to jerk her hips, legs starting to shake. “Oh, fuck…” her voice then squeaks, as, again in the close-up, Brie holds open her pussy, and directly licks her clit, while her fingers move in and out faster and harder. “Oh, God!” Emilia whines, face tightening, body getting ready to buckle.  Suddenly, she digs her nails into her tits, and cries out shrilly, echoing against the shower walls, before falling on her ass.  As she sits there catching her breath, Brie leans in, and gives her a long, deep tongue kiss.

Now, Brie is standing up, with Emilia kneeling before her.  In another close-up, Emilia kisses and caresses Brie’s thighs, before tilting her head up, and sliding her tongue between Brie’s pussy-lips. “Ohh…yesss…” Brie groans softly, starting to feel her tits up, and pinch her nipples between her fingers.  Back in the close-up, Emilia holds Brie’s twat open with her fingertips, and licks the pink, juicy inside with broad strokes. “Oh, God…” Brie gasps raspily, leaning her head back, starting to grimace.  Down below, we see Emilia continuing to massage Brie’s thighs, as, again in the close-up, she directly licks her clit, before taking it between her teeth, and tugging on it. “Oh!” Brie moans out loud, then gasps for air, “Oh, fuck…” As she gets close to climax, Brie starts to hyperventilate, and then begins slapping her ass against the wall behind her. “Oh, fuck!  Oh, fuck!  OH!  FUCK!” Brie’s scream echoes against the walls, before her head slumps over.

Later, we see the two sitting on the shower floor, sharing a tongue-heavy kiss.  Brie then starts kissing Emilia’s neck, before whispering, “How’d you like to join me?”

“Join you?”

“You’ve probably already worked out I have a pretty exciting life.  Wanna leave this job, and come with me?”

Emilia smirks at her. “Will I get to have sex with lots of interesting people?”

Brie smirks back and chuckles. “Oh, of course.” Both then start laughing, as the scene fades out.

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