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"Not So Innocent" with Saoirse Ronan and Kristen Stewart
« on: October 04, 2018, 05:54:17 PM »
Chapter 1

Celebrity: Saoirse Ronan, Kristen Stewart

Story Codes: FF, oral, cons, scissoring

Disclaimer: This story isn’t real; this is fiction, so this is not meant to represent how the celebrities act in real life and nothing of the sort. People of minor age should not read this.

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“Hey, congratulations Saoirse!”

“You were great!”

The pretty blonde with the dark red dress kept smiling and nodding, acknowledging the comments as she kept moving along the hall. They had all been to the premiere of her recent film, ‘The Host’, and while the reaction to the film was somewhat mixed (to say the least) they seemed to have unanimously agreed that Saoirse was great.

For her, though, there was no motive for partying. The story truly did have potential, and she truly believed this could have been great, but not only was she disappointed with the final result it seemed that the critics at the premiere were not excited at it either. Plus, the party event that followed wasn’t much better. These events, being mostly just another way to get in contact with the important people from the industry, always bored her; moreover, she didn’t have anyone close with her in the party to talk with, so she had to keep walking amongst the other guests and occasionally stop to listen to their infinitely long and boring stories.

Sure, she had become pretty close to the rest of the cast; but Jake and Max were being hogged by the other female guests and producers wanting to make them the new teen heartthrobs, Diane was mostly being interviewed or had her agent keep presenting her around, and she felt uncomfortable intruding on Andrew and his wife.

Deciding to get a bit of air, Saoirse eventually excused herself from a producer who kept bragging about his latest successes and (apparently) trying to convince her to star in one of his newest projects. Once on the balcony, she breathed a sigh as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the night’s air.

“Sometimes it gets quite hard to handle.”

Saoirse let her head hang down, letting out a grunt at hearing an ‘intruder’s’ voice. Turning her head to look at the person, she was quite surprised by who it was.

“I didn’t know you were here.”

Approaching Saoirse in the balcony, dressed in a thin little black dress that left most of her back uncovered, was the pale-skinned star of the ‘Twilight Saga’ movies: Kristen Stewart.

“‘The Host’ is being mostly marketed as the new ‘Twilight’, so of course they wanted someone from the former in here.” Kristen stood besides Saoirse, giving a brief look of sympathy towards the blonde before looking at the sky. “My manager pretty much forced me to come here. About restoring my image or something like that.”

Saoirse remembered the scandal about Kristen and the director of one of her latest pictures, but decided to not comment on that.

“Is that your first time in one of these parties?” Kristen asked, taking a side glance at her.

“In a way. I went to a couple others, but in those I had someone to talk to or keep close. Isn’t really the case here.”

“Didn’t hit off with one of the guys?” Kristen had a smirk on her face, almost making Saoirse blush. “Come on, they are quite hot, ain’t them?”

“I never noticed.” Now Saoirse really was blushing, and turned her face away from Kristen. Truth be told, she DID notice Jake and Max (how could she not, when most of their scenes together involved some romantic tension between their characters or pure snuggling?), but she felt uncomfortable talking about it. “People don’t necessarily hit it off just because they are starring together.”

“Oh, you would be surprised…”

“Anyway, what did you think of the film?” Saoirse decided to change the topic before she got more uncomfortable. Kristen resisted the urge to laugh at the younger girls face.

“Meh, it’s better than the Twilight Saga, that’s for sure. But I sincerely can’t think of much more to praise.” Kristen made a face as if thinking. “You were great, though. Why was an Oscar-nominated young girl like you doing in that thing?!”

“Thanks. I sincerely thought it was going to be good! Seriously, the idea of the invasion was nice, wasn’t it?” Saoirse tried to defend her film.

“If you think that was nice, you haven’t seen Invasion of Body Snatchers. That was where this came from. But seriously, this is a Stephenie Meyer work. You really thought this would end up as more than a half-assed plot to write her twisted romance fantasies?” At this, a look of realization crossed Kristen’s face as she smirked lecherously at Saoirse. “I get it now. You accepted the work exactly because of the guys, didn’t you? You just wanted an excuse to snuggle with a hottie in front of the camera, ain’t I right?”

Saoirse did a double take at this and her face went as red as her dress. “No! Of course not!”

“Of course, with all the on-screen romance you would have to make the chemistry between you work well, which could require some off-screen ‘rehearsal’.” Kristen’s voice gave a special intonation to the last word that made it obvious its real meaning. “And the studio would be more than willing to give it an extra push, marketing you as a couple to attract fans.”

“OH MY GOD!” Saoirse brought her hands up, hiding her red face on them. She looked like she could pass out at any moment, considering the amount of blood going to her face. This time, Kristen did not resist and let out a loud belly laugh, bringing her hand up to help control herself.

“My God, girl, pull yourself together! No need to be so shy!” Managing to keep it down, Kristen turned to look fully at Saoirse with a smile on her face. “Off-screen hooking up is more common than you think.”

Saoirse looked up, her still red face scrunched in an angry look. “Yeah, coming from the woman who hooked with her co-star, then cheated on him with the director of her next film, a married man no less…” She stopped as she saw the shocked look on Kristen’s face.

For a moment neither spoke, the Irish-American too shocked at the words that came out of her mouth. She was about to apologize before the brunette grinned and inched closer to her.

“Wanna in on a secret?” Inching closer and her voice almost on a whisper, she continued. “His wife knew about it too.”

Saoirse’s eyes widened and her mouth hanged open in shock, Kristen’s grin widening. The blonde was way too prudish, too innocent…

“B-But what about the scandal? She kicked him out… They almost broke up… She…”

“Yep, she knew and was okay with it. But of course, once a picture got out, she had to make herself seem like a victim and all. In the end it all worked out: they made it seem like they were breaking up, she magnanimously forgave him and took him back, I got off easily since the marriage wasn’t broken.” Saoirse was shocked, though she could see the reasoning in the decision. But why had she… “Besides, if they found out she got into the action with us THEN it would be a problem.”

Saoirse gasped at this new information, her face once again morphing into one of utter disgust. Yet, Kristen noticed, there seemed to be something else in her eyes…

“Oh seriously? Do you think that is repugnant or something? What is repugnant, the thought of a threesome or of doing another girl like that?” Leaning close again, her mouth close to Saoirse’s ear, she whispered. “Or the fact you are liking this little talk?”

“Okay, I’ve had enough.” An embarrassed Saoirse turned away from Kristen, starting to move back inside to the party. Before she moved away, though, Kristen grabbed her arm and the blonde turned around, fixing a glare at the brunette.

“What?”

Leering right back at the blonde, Kristen didn’t give her a chance to react as she pulled her in and crashed her lips against hers.

Saoirse’s eyes shot open at the touch, and for a moment her mind seemed to blank. She didn’t push away, nor reacted at all; just stood there, unconsciously feeling Kristen’s lips move against hers. There was something nice about it…

Seeing the blonde’s clear blue eyes shut, Kristen pulled her closer and, deciding to be bolder, pried her mouth open with her tongue. For a moment she felt Saoirse moan and her tongue move against her; suddenly, though, the Irish-American seemed to snap back to reality.

Pushing Kristen away she brought her hand to her mouth, wiping it. “What the fuck?”

Licking her lips, Kristen moved forward. “For being such a prude, you certainly seemed to enjoy it.” As Saoirse seemed to be immobilized, Kristen leaned into her ear as she passed by her. “I’m staying at one of the hotel’s room. If you want, and I know you will, you can stay around after the party ends.”

Giving a brief nibble on the blonde’s ear, she left her still paralyzed in shock alone in the balcony.

“See you later, Sir-sha”.

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For the rest of the party, Saoirse couldn’t help thinking about the ‘Twilight’ star and what happened. She was still confused by it. She had never heard someone talk like that; the way Kristen talked about such a subject, such a wrong and inappropriate subject like that… It had shocked her, yes, but instead of repulsing her it had made her feel funny, hot and excited…

And then there was that kiss. She had no problem with homosexuals/bisexuals, but she had never fancied herself as one. She liked men, had boyfriends, admittedly got hot at the idea of her scenes with Jake and Max… But the brunette’s kiss had not been unpleasant; it had made her feel more than the kisses she shared during ‘The Host’s filming…

She was confused and conflicted inside, but she knew she had liked it. And she felt herself more and more willing to accept her proposition, even though she knew what Kristen truly planned.

Which was why, as she talked with Diane Kruger while leaving the party, she looked for Kristen at the hotel’s lobby.

“Hey, Saoirse!”

Saoirse head whipped back at Diane’s direction at her voice, and quickly apologized for not paying attention.

“That is okay. Are you looking for someone?”

“Well…”

“So, there you are Saoirse.”

The young blonde’s body tensed as she heard the voice saying her name (Sir-sha, how funny to hear someone get it right). Kristen stood at her side, a small smile on her face that spoke volumes to her; she couldn’t get why people often complained that she was expressionless.

“So, Saoirse” (“There she goes, saying my name again”) “did you consider my proposal?”

Opening her mouth, she struggled a bit to find her voice but managed to finally blurt out. “Yes.” Turning to Diane, she explained. “It has been a very stressful day, I’m quite tired. So my friend Kristen offered to let me stay the night.”

“No problem, sweet. Sometimes we just need a good, friendly company to recover from these stressful days.” Smiling at both girls, Diane moved to the hotel’s front door. “Have a good night, you two!”

Waving as she left, Saoirse soon found herself being dragged to the elevator by her companion. Once inside, Kristen pushed the button to her floor and turned to look at her with a pleased smile.

“I have to admit, for a moment I thought you would turn me down.”

As she looked at the brunette, Saoirse remembered their moment together a few hours before and felt herself get hot. A feeling she had never quite experienced in public, much less ever thought of acting on, took over her as she looked into Kristen’s eyes.

“Well, I still have time to change my mind.” Moving closer to the brunette, letting her hips sway a bit (something that did not go unnoticed), she added. “Why don’t you further convince me?”

Aroused by the younger girl’s boldness, Kristen moved before she could even think. Pushing Saoirse back against the elevator’s wall, she quickly smashing her lips against the blonde’s again; this time, it was a hungry kiss, filled with lust and without the gentleness from before. In a moment Saoirse was moaning and her lips were parted to let the other’s tongue in, as a hand went to the back of her head to pull her in further.

When the elevator’s door finally opened, they was no one was in the corridor. Had there been, they would find themselves a sight capable of making any man hard in an instant: the two young starlets pressing their bodies together, their mouths and tongues clashing in a messy but passion-filled kiss. Both had a hand around the other’s head, pulling the other into the kiss, while Saoirse’s other hand rested on Kristen’s backside and Kristen’s on Saoirse’s ass.

Saoirse’s hand went from her backside to her front as they broke their kiss. Her eyes were hazy with lust, and she timidly bit her lips; Kristen, meanwhile, had a sultry grin on her face as she dove forward to kiss the milky white skin of her neck. Before she could, though, she felt Saoirse push her back; the blonde followed suit, taking them both out of the elevator before it closed again and quickly pushing Kristen against the corridor’s wall.

Kristen let a squeal of surprise at the younger girl’s boldness, totally unexpected from what she had shown before. “I guess she isn’t as innocent as I thought.” Her squeal soon turned into a moan as the blonde did what she had tried before, bringing her head down to kiss Kristen’s neck.

“Oh, yes, just like that Sir-sha.”

“I love it when you say my name. Not many manage to pronounce it right.” Saoirse said between kisses. Soon she placed a hand behind Kristen’s thigh, lifting it and making the brunette cross a leg around her waist.

“I can’t believe you never did a woman. Are you sure?”

“Uh-hum.” Saoirse made a positive sound, as she started sucking Kristen on the junction between her neck and shoulder. This spot seemed to be extra sensitive, as Kristen let a bigger moan and grabbed Saoirse’s hair.

“Let’s get inside. I don’t think you are ready for sex in public just yet, Sir-sha.”

Groaning as Kristen yanked her hair to stop her, Saoirse looked at her with a fire in her eyes she had never felt before. That idea actually felt arousing, but she agreed it was better one step at a time. With a brief kiss, Kristen started walking away to her room’s door knowing the other was following closely.

“You’ve never really been with a girl, but have you thought of it before? I mean, Diane is a hot piece of ass too.”

“I haven’t.”

“But now I probably will, thanks.”  Saoirse felt like adding; she had to admit, Diane IS quite a looker. Maybe she should have invited her along?

“What a pity. I would love to fuck her. And Emily Browning was on the film too, was she not? I’ve heard she is a great pussy eater, probably had the time of her life in that ‘Sucker Punch’ shit.”

Opening her room’s door, Kristen quickly entered and let Saoirse follow. Soon, both girls were pressed together again; Kristen managed to make her walk backwards so she was on the edge of the couch. Breaking their kiss and looking at her lust-filled eyes, Kristen quickly pulled the straps of her dress off, letting it fall neatly and pool around her feet.

Saoirse quickly ogled the pale girl’s naked body, licking her lips as she noticed both her erect nipples and the small bush between her legs. Kristen went forward, doing the same to the other girl’s dress, before she pushed Saoirse onto the couch and followed suit; soon they were both laying naked together on the couch, their bodies intertwined and they snuggled fervently.

Sitting up with the brunette on her lap, Saoirse dove her head to once again kiss along Kristen’s neck. As one of her hands caressed the brunette’s thighs, she trailed her kisses lower to her collarbone before reaching her breasts.

“Ooooohh! Yes, Sir-sha!!” Kristen moaned, grabbing her head to push her further into her chest. Taking it as incentive, Saoirse raised her kisses till she reached her nipples and grabbed them with her lips, biting softly and then soothing it with her tongue. Kristen’s moans got louder and louder as the blonde worked her nipples.

“Yeeees, that is it! Keep sucking my tits… Like that…”

As Saoirse took her breast in her mouth and sucked on it, Kristen let one of her hands drift to her front and roughly grabbed Saoirse’s breast, kneading and roughly handling them. The blonde moaned, the breast still in her mouth as Kristen pushed her head strongly to stop her from letting go. Finally, she yanked on Saoirse’s hair roughly to make her look up; the blonde’s eyes were shut tightly, her mouth opened in an O as she moaned and reveled in the pleasure of having her petit breasts handled like that.

“You like that, eh? Like it rough, Sir-sha?” Kristen asked, diving forward to give a quick but strong kiss on her open mouth. The younger star gave a scream of pleasure as two fingers pinched her nipples. “I learned that with Ashley during the filming. She really got off on a bit of rough handling, but then she was quite sluttish anyway. But you… Never thought that shy and innocent girl could be so naughty…”

Moving a bit so as to straddle Saoirse rather than sit on her lap, Kristen roughly pulled her hair to make her move up too. Diving forward, she roughly bit on Saoirse’s neck (“This will definitely leave a mark…” Saoirse had a brief moment of clarity to think) before going further down and grabbing her left tit with her mouth. It wasn’t too difficult: if she had to guess, Saoirse was probably just a 30A, slightly smaller than herself. Nibbling at the bud, Kristen relished on the whimper of pleasure Saoirse let out; all the while, a hand caressed and fondled the right breast.

After a while, as she focused her mouth’s ministrations on the right breast, her hands drifted low and slowly reached the girl’s thigh. As she sucked on her tit like a baby and enjoyed both the feast and the moans and whimpers that accompanied it, her hand moved to cup Saoirse’s mound and a finger started rubbing against her pussy, making Saoirse’s whimpers intensify.

Finally letting go of her breast, Kristen pulled her hair and made her lay down sideways on the couch. Laying back against her so they were pretty much spooning, a hand still roughly grabbing that beautiful blond hair, she made two of her fingers slowly pry open Saoirse’s lower lips while another started rubbing her clit, making Saoirse give a brief scream.

Leaning down and gently kissing the girls jaw line till her ear, Kristen whispered seductively. “Calm down, Sir-sha. Have you never played with yourself either?”

“I have…” Saoirse’s voice came out a husky whisper; her face was almost buried on the couch, but she turned it enough so she could look at Kristen from the corner of her half-lidded eyes. “But I’ve never had someone else do it… I always thought lesbians used toys or something when not eating each other out…”

“There is a first time for everything.” As she said that, her finger started to slowly penetrate Saoirse and the blonde turned her face away again, muffling her scream on the couch. “I have some toys, but I don’t wanna use them now. If I wanted a cock I would have asked a bellboy or something.”

Leaning closer to her ear, Kristen whispered seductively. “This is strictly girl on girl, pussy on pussy…”

Shuddering at the tone, Saoirse buried her face even more on the couch as Kristen’s finger started moving inside; for a moment she relaxed as Kristen started pulling out, before suddenly plunging back in this time fast and rough. Soon a rhythm was made, as Kristen vigorously fingered the younger girl; after a while Saoirse’s screams turned into moans and whimpers of pleasure as she started to buckle her hips against the brunette’s finger.

“That’s it, keep moving those hips Sir-sha. You like getting fucked by another girl, hmm?”

As Kristen yanked her head from the couch, enough so she could kiss and lick the corner of her mouth, Saoirse felt her body on fire as another digit got added inside her wet cave. She could hardly believe it: a few hours earlier she was being bored to death in the premiere’s party and now she was lying naked on a couch, an equally naked Kristen Stewart pressed against her back and furiously fingering her. A few hours ago she wouldn’t even think about another girl like that, and now she was being brought to the brink of an orgasm by one.

“Ooooohhh!! Yeeeessss! Keep gooooing Kristen! Harder! Fuuuuuuck!” Bringing her idle hands to her own breasts, Saoirse started tweaking her own nipples as Kristen kept a fierce rhythm now with three fingers (which was quite difficult, seeing how tight the blonde was) and lightly kissed her cheek and neck. Soon she felt herself hit the edge.

“I… I… I won’t… I won’t stand much longer!... Oooohh fuuuuck! Kristen!!”

“That’s it, Sir-sha, come for me! Let me feel you cum!”

“Yeeeeeessss!”

Pulling her head back by the hair, Kristen covered Saoirse’s scream with her mouth as the blonde’s body spasmed with the orgasm; her inner walls tightening around the brunette’s fingers as her juices flowed, covering them and wetting the couch. As Saoirse’s body started coming down from the orgasm and her scream started to die on Kristen’s mouth, she let go of the blonde’s hair as she slowly removed her fingers from her.

“Oh my God…” Said Saoirse, her eyes closed and her head falling back on the couch. She was in a complete state of bliss, her face red and her breathing labored. As she slowly tried to recompose herself, she felt the velvety touch of a finger in her lips.

“You taste great, you know that?” Turning her body a bit so she was facing up instead of sideways, she saw Kristen bring her hand up to her mouth and lick a finger clean of her juices. The sight made Saoirse unconsciously lick her lips. “Want a taste?” Without waiting for an answer, Kristen took another cum-covered finger and placed it at Saoirse’s lips. Still tired, Saoirse opened her mouth a bit and let her tongue slide out, licking and circling the finger for a moment.

As Kristen started pressing the finger to her lips, she opened her mouth a bit more to let it in her mouth. Soon she was sucking Kristen’s finger dry, lapping up her own honey; even when it was done she just kept sucking and twirling her tongue on the finger, taking care not to let a single spot un-wet.

“God, that is so hot.” As Saoirse looked up, Kristen couldn’t help her arousal as she saw those innocent eyes looking up at her while her own finger got sucked just a few inches below. “Damn, I can’t stand anymore.”

Taking her finger off her mouth, Kristen roughly grabbed her chin and kissed her hard on the mouth. Next, she sat up and moved in the direction of the couch’s arm behind Saoirse’s head; the blonde tried to get up too but was quickly thrown back as Kristen straddled her face, her pussy inches above the younger girl’s face.

“You suck a finger so well, care to discover if you can do the same with a pussy?” Kristen asked, looking down with a sultry grin on her face. Saoirse returned the smile with one of her own, a quasi-innocent look that made Kristen feel hot. There was no answer, as Saoirse merely grabbed her hips and pulled her down so she was sitting on her face.

Remembering what Kristen did before, she moved a hand between the brunette’s legs and pried open her lips with her fingers. Giving a smile, she put her tongue out and gave an experimental lick along the slit that made Kristen’s body tremble as she moaned. Soon she was licking and playing with Kristen’s pussy, her tongue diving inside and out like a man’s cock, while Kristen moaned and trembled as she started grinding against Saoirse’s face.

“The more we continue, the less I believe you never did it before… Oooohh!” Kristen whimpered as Saoirse stopped tonguing her and suddenly placed her whole mouth on the mound, literally sucking that pussy while occasionally leaving putting her tongue inside. Kristen moved a bit forward, using a hand to propel herself against the couch’s arm while the other went to fondle her own breast; in this new position Saoirse seemed able to reach new places in her, and she moaned like a bitch in heat as her hot cave got explored so thoroughly.

As Saoirse kept feasting on Kristen’s pussy, the brunette soon felt her body start to tighten up. As she kept fondling her own breast and riding Saoirse’s face, she soon felt herself reach the edge and, in a swift motion, pressed herself down on the younger star’s face just as her body gave up.

“Oh FUCK!”

Saoirse was caught by surprise as she suddenly found the fluid flowing into her mouth. She did not stop though, continuing to lap the juice as it came into her mouth. It was quite tasty, she had to admit.

As Kristen moved to sit on the couch rather than in her face, Saoirse managed to sit down too and moved closer, kissing Kristen with a surprising gentleness but still passionately. As Kristen tasted herself on Saoirse’s mouth, she let a hand go down again to caress Saoirse’s leg, making the blonde giggle.

“Come on, you think this is over?” Kristen said, a smile on her face. Sitting with her back to the couch’s arm and making Saoirse sit directly across so they were fully face to face, Kristen continued. “There is still something I wish to show you about girl on girl action.”

“Toys?” Saoirse said, cutely raising an eyebrow. It wasn’t something that she was very keen on trying right now, though considering what she wasn’t keen on trying a few hours ago she was sure she could be pleasantly surprised.

“Nope. I told you before this wouldn’t involve cocks, real nor fake. This is strictly girl on girl.” As she said that, she moved forward and gently lifted one of Saoirse’s legs so she could pass her own underneath it, while passing her other leg above the blonde’s. The resulting position was not so different from the one you get when you cross two scissors.

“Strictly pussy on pussy.”



As she said that she thrust forward, making her pussy enter in contact with Saoirse’s. A jolt of electricity seemed to pass through as Saoirse moaned with a goofy smile on her face, the feeling of her still sensitive snatch rubbing against Kristen’s moist one being exhilarating. Soon she inched forward so their pussies made absolute contact; taking a moment to savor the sensation, it was Kristen who started again by grinding herself against Saoirse.

“This is called tribadism, or scissoring. I guess you can understand why.”

“Oh God, this is amazing.”

The two starlets picked up their pace, grinding against each other and moaning as their sexes rubbed together. Kristen looked at Saoirse, seeing the blonde had her eyes closed and her head thrown back as her mouth made a sexy O (“God, she is so sexy like that…”). Never breaking the pace, she threw her arm forward to grab Saoirse by the hair and pull her forward into a steamily passionate kiss, her tongue immediately clashing with Saoirse’s ready one as it seemed to only intensify the pleasure. Rearranging themselves so as to make this position more comfortable, Saoirse ended up pretty much sitting and bouncing on Kristen’s lap as their bodies pressed together; not just their pussies, but also their breasts and their bellies whenever they thrust into each other.

Breaking their kiss, they still kept their faces within an inch of each other, looking into each other’s eye as Saoirse kept grinding and sometimes bouncing on Kristen laps. Looking at Saoirse’s clear blue lust-filled eyes as her body kept moving in that oh-so-lovely way had Kristen growling instead of moaning, fighting back the pleasure she felt to as to make this last longer.

“Aahh, Kristen, I won’t hold out much longer.” Saoirse said, her mouth hanging open a bit as she circled an arm around her lover to push her head forward, their foreheads touching.

“Me too, Sir-sha. I want to see you cum again!”

Kristen noticed the blonde close her eyes a bit and seemingly shudder as she said that. “Say it again Kristen. Say my name! I want to hear my name again coming from those lips of yours…”

Putting a hand to grab Saoirse’s hair again, Kristen roughly yanked it making Saoirse whimper and breaking their forehead’s contact. “You want to hear me say your name, Sir-sha? You like hearing your name being purred by a hot girl like me? SirSha… You like that, hm?”

“Hhmm, yeah, keep doing it…” With her own hand behind Kristen’s head, a surge of boldness crashed through Saoirse as she roughly grabbed the brunette’s hair like she was doing her. “Do it! Say my name, bitch!”

“Oh, fuck, Sir-sha!” As she felt herself blowing from the Irish-American’s sudden roughness, Kristen kept repeating Saoirse’s name much to her delight. Soon she felt Saoirse’s grinding become irregular, and knew she was about to blow too. “Do it! Cum for me, SIR-SHA!”

Her name being screamed by Kristen Stewart threw her through the edge as she screamed too, her body spasming as she started cumming. The sight, in turn, had Kristen also reaching her peak; as they both orgasmed hard, they each yanked the other’s hair and crashed their lips in their most passionate kiss yet. As their juices flowed Kristen fell backwards lying down on the couch with Saoirse above her, their legs still intertwined as their bodies pressed tightly and their mouths played with each other.

As they both came down from their high, they separated but kept laid together looking at each other. Their pale skin was red and their breaths ragged from exhaustion, but both had smiles on their face.

“So, what did you think Sir-sha?”

Snuggling closer to cuddle against Kristen, Saoirse planted a gentle kiss on her lips as she closed her eyes. “That was beautiful. Care to teach me more tomorrow?”

Smiling, Kristen cuddled back and whispered in her ear. “Of course. How about trying a threesome next?”

“I can hardly wait.”

English is not my first language, so please don't mind my writing errors.
 
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"Not So Innocent" 2 with Saoirse Ronan, Kristen Stewart, Emma Stone
« Reply #1 on: October 04, 2018, 06:01:21 PM »
Chapter 2

Celebrity: Saoirse Ronan, Kristen Stewart, Emma Stone

Story Codes: FSolo, mast, FFF, cons, oral

Note: Based on an idea given to me by K. Moray

Disclaimer: This story isn’t real; this is fiction, so this is not meant to represent how the celebrities act in real life and nothing of the sort. Fantasy is apparently still legal.

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Her eyes opened groggily and she sat up, yawning and stretching. After fighting against her desire to just stay in bed, she eventually got up and walked to the bathroom to do her usual morning chores. By the time she entered the shower, water hot and running, Saoirse still couldn’t keep down the smile on her face.

It wasn’t that Saoirse Ronan was a morning person. However, she had no reason not to be happy: she had a nice and supportive family, good friends and fans. And what of her career? It was flourishing nicely: her most recent film, ‘Brooklyn’, a love project she had grown emotionally attached to, was being lauded in festivals and getting good reviews. Another one, ‘Stockholm, Pennsylvania’, wasn’t having as much acclaim but she still got commended for her acting.
And, even though she didn’t feel like committing to big blockbusters yet, her name was still mentioned around projects like ‘The Avengers’ and ‘X-Men’!

Overall, life was good for her. Another added bonus was that her birthday, her 21st birthday, was coming close. She always got giddy at these times, and in the last years she had extra motives to do so…



As the water cascaded over her body, her slightly long blonde hair getting slick and matting itself to her neck and back, she couldn’t help thinking back to the night before. The feel of her lover’s body against her, their fair skins rubbing together, their delicate hands caressing each other’s bodies with passion and a desire to pleasure both… Her hands idly moved around her own body, almost hugging herself as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the hot water which seemed to intensify her thoughts.

She could hear her lust-filled whispering of her name—Sir-sha, as she put it—as her mouth trailed over her jawline, her neck, her collarbone, her breasts… Her hands re-traced her lover’s movements, her fingers ghosting over the lingering feel of her lips, making herself shiver despite the temperature…

She had her head raised, facing away from the shower water; her eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open as her breathing got a little more labored.

“Hhhmmm…” Saoirse moaned as her fingers began gliding over her breasts. In her mind, she was back to the night before: the hands weren’t her own, but Kristen’s as she tortured her with her feathery touches, teased the sensitive skin of her chest, traced her fingers up her little mounds and then playfully traced her nipples till they were hard as pebbles.

In her mind, lost in her reminiscing, it was Kristen doing that. In the real world, her own hands were mimicking the movements she envisioned.

“Hhhmmm… Kristen…” Saoirse moaned and whispered as her hands stopped circling her areola and instead roughly grabbed the breasts. Kristen had always been the one to go a little rougher, even in their first time, and she had done so the night before as well. Her hands moved like Kristen’s would, cupping the breasts before kneading them, purposefully rubbing the hard nipples with the palm before pinching them with the fingers to produce a pleasurable discomfort—she couldn’t call that pain.

Moving back and sliding down the wall to the floor, Saoirse continued to play with herself as she recalled the night before. Kristen had her naked in the couch, reaching around her to knead and grope her breasts, kissing her neck and mouth over her shoulder, making Saoirse her ‘bitch’—as Kristen would sometimes so eloquently put it.

Eventually, however, things took a step further. One of Saoirse’s hands, like one of Kristen’s, detached itself from her breasts and trailed down, teasingly scrapping her nails down her belly until arriving between her legs. Lying on the floor, Saoirse spread her legs like she had done the night before and her fingers instantly found her pussy, moving up and down the opening torturously.

Saoirse whimpered and moaned, almost begging, as her pussy lips where pried open and a delicate finger tentatively began pushing inside.

“You like that, Sir-sha?” Kristen had said, in her especially husky tone she reserved for their love-making. “You like my finger up your pussy? You like having me finger you till you cum, Sir-sha?”

Saoirse moaned and whimpered, occasionally letting out squeal-like sounds as the finger began moving inside, sawing back and forward with more and more intensity. Saoirse could never match Kristen’s fingering, not even in her masturbation; Kristen had a rough streak in hers, intensifying the more Saoirse moaned and whimpered and making her orgasm hit even stronger than normal.

“Ooohh Kristen… Yes…” Saoirse moaned, eyes still closed as she continued with her fantasy. By now she was almost lying down on the shower floor, legs spread and planted on the walls as she bucked against her own hand. Like Kristen, she used multiple fingers, going as far as three, while her other hand turned even more rough on her breasts.

“Ooooohhh!! Yeeeessss! Harder!” Saoirse moaned out, squealing as her hand—like Kristen’s—tried to raise the tempo of its movements, her hips going erratic in their bucking, her mouth opening in an ‘O’. Her head was thrown back, getting her hit in the face by the falling water; just like, the night before, she would get Kristen’s mouth against hers to drown out her scream.

“Do it, Sir-sha! Scream it out, cum for me!”

“Fuuuuuucck!!” Saoirse screamed out like she was ‘ordered’ to, her hips spasming as she didn’t have the control to keep pumping her finger. Her scream turned into a long whimper as she relished the warm feel of her pussy oozing out her girl-cum, the pleasurable feeling running with it as she enjoyed the high of her orgasm.

While doing so, Kristen turned her face over her shoulder and planted an uncharacteristically soft kiss on her lips. Saoirse kissed back drunkenly, still lost in her bliss as she turned her body around and slowly intertwined with Kristen…

Saoirse’s eyes slowly opened as she broke out of her reminiscing, smiling. She found herself lying on the shower floor, one finger still inside her pussy as the shower water fell like a waterfall over her. Her breathing was tired and her whole body felt like it was slowly cooling after being on fire.

She sat up against the wall. She brought her hand up and, still smiling, tentatively licked her fingers. She had picked this habit from Kristen, who always did so after fingering her.

“You taste great, you know that?” She had told her the first time. And Saoirse couldn’t help agreeing.

She stayed sitting there for some more moments as she recovered, her breathing picking up and her legs growing slightly steadier. With a smile still on her face, she finally picked herself up and began showering anew.

-----

“Happy birthday, Saoirse!”

Saoirse Ronan almost fell backwards as her friend and lover, Kristen Stewart, tackled her as soon as she opened the door. She couldn’t help the smile that came to her face as she hugged her back, almost shivering as she felt Kristen nuzzle against her face.

“Thanks.” She broke off their embrace, as smirked at her. “Now, where is my present?”

Kristen smirked back before holding Saoirse’s face in her hands, leaning in and kissing her. The kiss began soft and rather loving, their lips softly molding together and opening for their tongues to lick over each other. Soon their kiss turned more passionate as their tongues wrestled and delved into the other’s mouth.

Surprisingly, it was Kristen that broke off their kiss when Saoirse pushed her against the door. She held the excited blonde at arm’s length, both panting slightly as they looked at each other.

“C’mon, Sir-sha. We will be late for the dinner.”

“Oh, there’s no need to.” Saoirse said, smiling cutely. “We can eat here, watch something…”

Kristen couldn’t help groaning a bit, especially seeing how cute Saoirse looked. “No, I got this dinner planned especially for you. After that, well… We can do whatever you want, Sir-sha.”

Later that night, both girls were sitting at their table at the restaurant. It was a nice restaurant, without all the exaggerated fancy and luxuriousness of those high-class restaurants but still a great place. In turn, there was no need for them to dress up too formally: Kristen Stewart was dressed in a slightly see-through white shirt with a black bra underneath and jeans, something similar to what she wore in a Comic-con a few years back, while Saoirse Ronan dressed in a blue skirt and a black dress top.



“Hhmm… The food here is great!” Saoirse exclaimed.

“Yeah, it is one of the reasons I brought you here.” Kristen smiled at her, eating her own dish.

“One of?” Saoirse asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, I also have a surprise for you in here.”

Before Saoirse could ask, a voice she recognized spoke behind her. “I guess that is my cue, right?”

Saoirse turned around, and her words got caught up in her throat. Standing behind her, smiling down with her gorgeous green eyes, was none other than Emma Stone.

“Well, surprise! Happy birthday, Saoirse!”

Seer-sha. That was how her name sounded coming from the redhead, a rather spot-on pronunciation. Her eyes eventually pried away from Emma’s gorgeous face, taking notice of her short leather dress before she turned to Kristen, the brunette smirking mischievously at her.

“You planned this?” Was the unspoken question on Saoirse’s look, which made Kristen’s smirk widen with a barely held chuckle.

“I found out Emma was a fan of yours, Saoirse. After that, it didn’t take much convincing to bring her here.”

“Y-You are a fan of mine?” Saoirse spun around and looked at Emma in surprise.

“Of course! You are such a great actress; I just love how you do those accents… I’m a bit envious of your voice.” Emma said, chuckling and blushing a bit.

“As if. I mean, just hear yourself! Your voice is amazing, every time I see a movie of yours… God, how I love hearing it!” Saoirse said excitedly, before blushing as well as she rethought her own words.

“Way to break the ice…” Kristen said, all three chuckling as Emma sat down with them and ordered some food as well.

The three went on, more talking than eating. Emma and Saoirse hit it off easily, becoming fast friends as the dinner went on; as it was obvious, they were fans of each other.

Kristen, for her part, kept a smirk on her face for most of the evening; had Saoirse noticed, she would immediately know someone was ‘wrong’. She had known for a long while now that the blonde had a crush on Emma, it being one of the reasons she got the redhead to come. And, as the two talked and got along, she couldn’t help notice the look on Emma’s eyes mirrored in some aspects those of Saoirse’s.

“So, Emma…” Kristen began with a smile, after Saoirse got up to go to the bathroom. “There’s something I wanted to talk to you about…”

-----



By the time she was finished on her bathroom obligations and washing her hands, her friend joined Saoirse Ronan in the bathroom. Kinda lost in her thoughts, she didn’t notice it until Emma was right by her side, washing her hands on the neighbor sink.

A somewhat awkward silence followed as Saoirse didn’t know what to say, a bit of her first shyness coming back. Drying her hands, she was about to leave the bathroom when Emma finally spoke up.

“Can I make you a personal question, Saoirse?”

Saoirse stopped, fighting down the goosebumps as she heard the sound of her name coming from the redhead’s naturally husky voice. “Huh, sure?”

“Are you and Kristen together?” Emma asked, turning to face her.

Saoirse nearly choked on air at the question, stammering slightly. “W-Well, it’s not…”

“It’s just that, well, you two seemed so cute together…” Emma bit her bottom lip, a sight that made Saoirse part her own lips. She barely noticed Emma moving closer. “Kristen said you two were very… close. And…”

By now Emma was right on Saoirse’s face. Being the same height, Saoirse just looked straight ahead to look into Emma’s eyes; blue clashed with green, as both women stood still.

“I have to admit, I’ve had a crush on you for the longest time now…”

As soon as those words were out of Emma Stone’s mouth, Saoirse moved without thinking and immediately moved forward, locking her lips with hers in a soft kiss. Emma’s eyes closed immediately as she kissed back, their lips molding softly against each other as both girls melted into the kiss, parting after a while but keeping their foreheads touching as they slowly opened their eyes and smiled.

“I’ve got a crush on you too.” Saoirse said, grinning. “I just loved seeing you get slutty in ‘Easy A’.” She giggled slightly.

Emma chuckled back, wrapping her arms around Saoirse and pulling her close, having the blonde put her arms around her shoulders. “I know, Seer-sha. Kristen told me that.”

“She did?” Saoirse asked, surprised.

Emma nodded. “Just now. She told me to come to the bathroom, to ‘surprise’ you.”

“That sounds like her.” Saoirse chuckled before leaning forward, kissing Emma again. This time the two pressed their lips together with more passion, beginning to open up as their kiss intensified. It wasn’t just the soft touching of lips anymore, but a real kiss, their tongues running over each other’s lips and teasing the other’s tongue as well.

“Hhhmm…” Emma moaned into Saoirse’s mouth, the two continuing to give small pecks as their kiss broke off. “You’ve always looked so innocent in your movies, I never thought you would be like that…”

“Trust me, even when we began she wasn’t very innocent.”

Saoirse shivered before she felt a second pair of hands on her body, this one reaching from behind her and resting on her chest. She didn’t need to turn around to know to whom it, and the pair of lips that now kissed and nibbled her neck, belonged to.

“Kristen…”

“Happy birthday, Sir-sha.” Kristen whispered as Saoirse turned her face to hers, their tongues meeting and licking at it other before they kissed over her shoulder. Theirs was immediately passionate, more intimate and hungry.

Still holding Saoirse close, and enjoying the spectacle unfolding right in her face, Emma grinned before diving forward and attacking Saoirse’s neck with her mouth, taking hold of the milky white skin with her lips as she kissed and nibbled on it.

“Ooohh…” Saoirse moaned on Kristen’s mouth, eyes closed and mouth open as Kristen licked and kissed her unresponsive lips, too taken by the pleasure of having the two women working on her to act.

As Saoirse eventually turned her face forward again, the roles reversed: Emma let go of her neck in favor of making out with the blonde, while Kristen leaned down and began sucking and nibbling on the junction of Saoirse’s neck and shoulder.

To further overwhelm the blonde, Kristen’s idle hands began working on her breasts, groping and kneading them roughly, feeling the nipple over her shirt and rubbing it with her fingers and palm; at the same time, Emma was also nearly humping her lower body with Saoirse’s as she pushed forward against the younger girl.

“Are you going to come, Sir-sha?” Kristen asked, nibbling and sucking on her earlobe. “Are you going to come just from being kissed and having your tits played with?”

Saoirse whimpered slightly, breaking her kiss with Emma and leaning her head back with her eyes closed. The redhead returned to her neck, having a lot more access like this; at the same time, her hands moved down Saoirse’s hips and pulled her skirt up a bit, snaking inside…

“OOOOHH!” Saoirse moaned louder as Emma’s fingers found her snatch over her panties, the redhead snickering before starting to rub her over the damp undergarment. Saoirse soon was panting as the girls double-teamed her, kissing her neck while their hands played with her more sensitive spots.

“Cum for us, Seer-sha…” Emma said sultrily, kissing up her neck to her chin and along her jawline.

“There’s no need to hold it in…” Kristen continued in tandem, biting her earlobe slightly before trailing down her jawline.

“Hhmm…” Saoirse opened her eyes in time to see the faces of both women close in and their mouths collide, kissing hotly right over her shoulder; so close, she could join by leaning down a bit.

The mere sight—no, the mere notion—of her lover Kristen Stewart and her crush Emma Stone together like that, making out while pleasuring her… That was enough to overwhelm the blonde and throw her over the edge.

She threw her head back and moaned out her orgasm, her body shaking and her pussy gushing out her juices into her panties. She felt Kristen’s hands let go of her breasts to hold her, keeping her from falling when her legs wavered from weakness; she slowly slid down to the floor, eyes still closed, looking disheveled and panting from the blissful pleasure.

“God, you really came…”

Kristen opened her eyes slowly, only to find Emma’s gorgeous face looking straight at her with a cute—almost sexily so—smile. She smiled back at the redhead, only to widen it as a hand came up and moved her hair out of her face. She turned her face around, to find Kristen smiling at her; she then noticed she was pretty much sitting on Kristen’s lap, her body leaning back against the brunette’s as she held her dearly.

“Thanks, Kristen.” Saoirse said, smiling.

“What for?”

“For this ‘present’.” Saoirse closed her eyes. “That’s the best birthday ever.”

“Believe me.” Kristen leaned down and kissed her cheek, making her look at her again. “This is only starting.”

Before she could question it, Saoirse turned forward again as she heard the sound of something being thrown away; indeed, it was Emma’s leather dress as the redhead sat down again, now completely naked.

“She looks hot.” Kristen whispered on her ear. “Why don’t we show her we are, too?”

Being made to sit up fully, Saoirse was promptly met by Emma’s lips as the redhead leaned forward and kissed her again, this time harder. As their tongues wrestled, Emma’s hands met Saoirse’s and helped pulling her shirt up, their kiss breaking to undress the blonde before they threw themselves together again.

This time the kiss was short lived, however, as Emma pushed Saoirse back a bit and began kissing down her neck and to her chest, taking her time on the collarbone as she unclasped the last garment and then finally placing her lips on Saoirse’s small but perky breasts.

“Ooohhh…” Saoirse cooed as Emma began playing around. It was a different feeling having Emma do it: whereas Kristen was rough and torturous, liking to hear her whimper, Emma was already showing to be far more lovable, using her tongue rather than her teeth as she licked around the areola and suckled like a baby on her nipple.

At the same time as she feasted on the blonde’s breasts, Emma’s hand moved down their bodies and began pulling down Saoirse’s skirt and panties. Backing off—which made Saoirse whimper slightly—she finished pulling off Saoirse’s last clothes; she backed away for a moment, taking in the sight of the lovely blonde.

Her stare was so intense, for the first time in a while Saoirse began feeling self-conscious under Emma’s gaze.

She was about to try and move away, when Emma suddenly jumped over her again. Emma’s mouth messily, almost savagely kissed her chest and up her neck, searching for her mouth as they joined together and made out furiously. Under the surprise change in the redhead’s personality, Saoirse was immediately overwhelmed and dominated by her; before long, she found herself under Emma as she buckled their pelvises together, groaning and moaning between kisses.

For Kristen, who had already taken off her clothes but took a more spectator role for the time being, the sight was amazing. Emma Stone, apparently taken by lust, had pounced over Saoirse Ronan and intertwined their bodies. They now tribbed wildly while making out, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh and their lustful moaning and grunting echoing in the otherwise empty bathroom.

Deciding against joining in—for now—Kristen instead sat up on the sink, getting a good view of the action, and spread her legs. In no time her fingers were disappearing inside her pussy in tandem with the couple’s thrusting.

The two continued like that for a while, kissing messily while rubbing their bodies—and especially their pussies—together. After a while Emma sat up, grabbing one of Saoirse’s legs and lifting it; she hugged herself against the leg, looking like she was humping it but maneuvering her body so their legs were intertwined liked scissors, allowing her to ride blonde’s pussy as if she was fucking it.

“Oooohh yeah… I’m gonna cum like this, Seer-sha. I’m gonna fucking cum!”

Saoirse lifted herself on her elbows, continuing to moan as she lifted her own hips and thrust against Emma. Their pussies and clits rubbed and slapped together, and it didn’t take much for Emma, eyes closed and mouth open in an ‘O’, to begin shaking and reach her peak, her juices leaking against Saoirse’s pussy as her movements allowed it around her mound.

“Aaaahhh!!” Emma cried out, which prompted Saoirse to reach forward and pull the redhead back down. Emma fell over Saoirse, who hugged her and joined their lips, drinking in her orgasmic scream like Kristen always did with hers; their bodies draped together nicely, Emma continuing to hump madly before going still as her peak began to subside.

“That… That was amazing…” Emma said once they broke off, opening her eyes slowly and smiling at Saoirse. “Beautiful…”

“Thank-OOOHH FUCK!” Saoirse exclaimed midway, gasping as she threw her head back. Looking down their bodies, she couldn’t help smirking as she saw Kristen had joined in, holding her legs down and putting her mouth to work on her worked-up pussy.

“Forgot about me, love?” Kristen asked smirking as she leaned down again and playfully nibbled on the inside of Saoirse’s thigh.

“How do I taste, Kristen?” Emma asked, giggling. Kristen gave a lick around Saoirse’s pussy, licking up Emma’s cum that had spewed over it.

“You taste like pussy, Emma.” Kristen said with a chuckle, earning another from Saoirse and Emma. The two lovers soon returned their embrace and began kissing, though keeping the way open for Kristen to lie down and begin devouring Saoirse’s pussy.

In the middle of their excitement, it was almost lost to the trio that they were in the middle of a public bathroom. That someone could walk in anytime and be treated to the sight of Saoirse Ronan and Emma Stone, both naked, making out on the floor while an equally naked Kristen Stewart ate out the blonde’s pussy.

The thought they could be caught… Unconsciously, it brought great excitement for Saoirse as she and Kristen had never done that before.

“Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod…” Saoirse repeated in her head like a mantra, her mouth too occupied with Emma’s to voice it. Had it not been for Kristen’s hands holding her legs down she would have clamped them around her head, so overwhelming was the pleasure she was feeling from the brunette sucking on her pussy like she was kissing it.

Emma broke off their kiss and moved back; however, before Saoirse could even whimper she moved forward again, now going lower and began working her mouth against Saoirse’s breasts. Saoirse moaned louder as the redhead licked up her small mounds until reaching her nipple, flicking it around for a moment before turning to suckle them.

Having two sets of mouths working her over, one on her breasts and one on her pussy, was making Saoirse go crazy. The fact those mouths belong to Kristen Stewart and Emma Stone, to two women she ‘loved’, in a public place, was even better.

Saoirse brought her arms up to cover her face, trying to drown both her cries and the tears that were falling from her eyes. The sight was not lost to her lovers, however; seeing Saoirse literally cry from pleasure encouraged Kristen further as she dipped her tongue further into her pussy, fucking her with it and occasionally coming back to bat her clit, using her attempts to jerk her legs to measure her reactions.

“I… I… I won’t hold much longer…!” Saoirse cried out, letting her arms leave her face in favor of bringing a hand over Emma’s head to pull her even closer, forcing her to take the entire tit in her mouth.

Her face scrunched up as she began bucking her hips against Kristen’s face, giving the brunette trouble to hold her down. “That’s it, Sir-sha! Come for me! Let me drink your cum!”

“AAAAHHHH FUUUUCCKK!!”

With a scream that was probably heard in the entire restaurant, Saoirse’s hips went out-of-control as she felt herself reach an orgasm for the second time that night, this time an even stronger one. She felt her pussy walls contract as they pumped out her cum straight into Kristen’s waiting mouth, the brunette continuing to lick around and stimulate her, further riding out her orgasm.

“No matter how many times I taste it, you are as delicious as the first time.”

Opening her eyes—she had barely noticed she had closed them, or that time had passed at all—she found Kristen right above her, hovering above her on her hands and knees. Saoirse smiled weakly as she was helped on her feet, Kristen holding her in an embrace before kissing her fully on her mouth.

Saoirse could taste herself in her mouth, and she didn’t mind. She was lost in the feeling of Kristen’s tongue moving around, spreading what was left of the girly cum in Saoirse’s mouth; her own tongue returned the gesture, and soon they were French kissing passionately and hard, swapping spit and cum between their mouths.

As they did so, Kristen’s hands drifted down Saoirse’s body and settled on holding her ass, pulling her pelvis against Kristen’s. This made Saoirse squeal in her mouth and lose their tongue war, which Kristen took advantage of.

“No fair.” Saoirse said once they broke off, earning a chuckle from Kristen as the brunette looked inside her striking blue eyes. Despite their nearly two years together, Kristen was always amazed at how innocent-looking the blonde could be at times.

“I never imagined you as the naughty type, Seer-sha.”

Emma’s voice against her ear, and speaking her name like that, made Saoirse shiver. Before she knew it, Emma’s body was pressing against her backside, her hard nipples poking her back while the redhead gave small kisses on the back of her neck.

“You would be surprised.” Kristen said, making Emma look up and smile.

“Thank you, girls. That was the best birthday ever.” Saoirse said, with a smile.

“No problem, Sir-sha.”
“No problem, Seer-sha.”
Kristen and Emma spoke together, both leaning their faces close to Saoirse’s. The blonde had her face turned to the side, allowing them to connect their lips in a hot, steamy three-way kiss. Their lips and tongues went to work as the trio made out right there, naked in the middle of the bathroom.

Once they broke out, they all had stupid smiles on their faces as they looked between themselves; both Kristen and Emma crossing gazes for a while longer, before looking together at Saoirse.

“But you know, Seer-sha, the night is not over yet.”

“It isn’t?” Saoirse’s lips twitched, her eyes glinting with mischief at the words.

“No… And since we are already trying new things, we can go even further… Sir-sha…”

She felt Kristen’s hands slap her ass before squeezing the cheeks, almost as if pulling them apart, and Emma began to slid down her body, her tongue and breasts sliding along her back as she went further…

It was the first time she and Kristen had done an all-female threesome, and also the first time they had done sex in ‘public’. And, by the looks of it, she was about to have other ‘first times’ as well. Unknown to her, Kristen knew the manager and had paid for their privacy, so they had the bathroom for themselves without risk of being found. They had an entire night’s worthy of things to show her…
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Re: "Not So Innocent" with Saoirse Ronan and Kristen Stewart
« Reply #2 on: October 26, 2018, 06:53:21 PM »
Great stories. It's nice to see Kristen getting some love.
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