Disclaimer: The following story is completely fictional. Any similarities to real life are purely coincidental. If you have read previous installments of this story, you know the basic premise. Anna Kendrick appears in a minor, non-sexual role (this time *wink, wink*).
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After telling us her story about the encounter with Hayley Williams, Taylor needed a nap as her sickness continued. Samantha and I went into the kitchen and had some soup and crackers, chatting about the two stories we had already heard. Samantha was much more surprised than I was at hearing of Taylor's sexual adventures. I knew my little blonde lover too well to expect anything less.
Samantha and I recounted the stories and got to a point where our imaginations began to make our blood rush south. We were both very turned on and had no interest in holding back anymore. I yanked my girlfriend's shirt off of her slender body and attached my lips to her hard little nipple. She happily giggled as I grasped both hands around her perky little breasts while running my tongue over the nubs, switching between breasts every few seconds.
I felt Samantha's hand slide into my pants and grasp onto my cock, slowly stroking all eight inches of it while pushing my pants down. I let go of her breasts and pulled my pants all the way down. She dropped to her knees and let the rod slide between her moist lips. I threw my head back and groaned as she rapidly bobbed her head up and down my member, letting the tip touch the back of her throat and slide down. Her free hand tickled my tightening scrotum, bringing me closer to the moment I desperately needed.
After hearing the stories that Taylor told, I knew that I would not be able to hold off for too long. Ever since we had started dating, I had a signal to give to her during oral sex to indicate that I was about to cum. I brushed my thumb across her eyebrow and she immediately knew that I was ready. She dropped her head down, taking every bit of my cock in her mouth while continuing to tickle my balls. Semen began to shoot deep into her stomach, one thick spurt after another. She kept her sexy brown eyes staring into mine while I fed her thousands of little sperm.
After I was finished, Samantha kept my cock in her mouth for almost a minute before pulling away. She started to laugh while she licked the head clean, tasting any leftover cum that stuck around.
"I love you," she whispered as she stood up and dropped her skirt to the floor, exposing her bare pussy to my hungry eyes.
I stood up and pushed her back to the counter, lifting her up and sitting her down on the granite. I roughly brushed my thumb against her wet clit with one hand as I opened a drawer with the other. Reaching in, I pulled out a brand new wooden spoon with a thick handle and showed it to her. She bit down on her lip and let out an evil chuckle.
"What are you going to do with that?" she asked, knowing the answer.
I put the end of the handle, which was about as thick as a standard hairbrush, and slowly inched it into her soaking wet cunt. She grunted into my ear as it easily slide in. I felt her teeth nibble on my ear lobe as more than half of the spoon was inside her, fitting about ten inches.
I began to spin the spoon around inside of my girlfriend. It was not a handle that had a perfect cylindrical shape to it, meaning that she felt a new part of her vagina stretch with each slight turn.
"Holy shit!" she exclaimed.
"Taylor is sleeping," I said before shoving my tongue into her mouth.
I continued to spin the spoon around while pulling it back and forth. She grunted and groaned with each movement for just over a minute before she had an orgasm of her own. She too had been extremely turned on by Taylor's tales so there was no real work that was needed to get her off. With her body still spasming, I pulled the spoon out of her pussy and held it between our faces. We each licked a side of the damp wood, enjoying the taste of her warm leftover juices.
"Nothing like a hot quickie," she said as we began to re-dress ourselves.
With our sick guest still fast asleep, Samantha and I decided to get some house work done. She cleaned out bedroom while did the dishes, which had been piling up over the last two days. The work was able to keep us busy while Taylor was out and also kept our hands away from each other, not wanting to spoil what was bound to be a heated, passionate session after hearing this story about my other favorite blonde.
As the sun began to set and we ate our small dinner, a fully nude blonde superstar entered the kitchen and sat down across from us.
"Morning, sleepy," Samantha said as she took a bite of her chicken sandwich. "Feeling better?"
"Barely," Taylor said as she stretched, giving us both a fine look at her bare chest. "At least I'm not vomiting anymore."
"You were out a while," I commented. "We've been waiting for you to wake up for a while now."
"You want to hear the Carrie story, don't you?" she asked us while grabbing a packed bowl off of the table.
"You know me too well," I smiled.
Taylor took a deep hit from the pipe before finally telling us the story she had heard from Carrie while at the charity event.
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Carrie was on a movie set, a rare location for the songstress to be. Her song 'Before He Cheats' was to be used in a new comedy starring Chris Pratt and Anna Kendrick during a scene where Anna was destroying a pickup truck, like in the music video, owned by her ex-boyfriend, being played by Dave Franco. In the scene, Anna would be caught by Franco and his girlfriend, played by Willa Holland, and runs away.
Carrie wanted to be present during the scene's filming just to make sure that everything lined up perfectly, as part of the agreement. Luckily for everyone, she loved the scene as it was first filmed and so did the director. Her entire trek out to the film set was all for one take lasting about three minutes but she was not upset. She made small talk with Willa before the actress was called away to her dressing room.
After a few minutes with nothing happening, Carrie started to talk to Anna before the brunette was pulled back on set. Feeling bored, the blonde headed over to her special green room which sat directly adjacent to Willa's room. As she walked by, a very strong, very familiar scent shot out from the 'Arrow' star's dressing room. It had been a week since Carrie had experienced the high of her beloved marijuana so she decided to knock, hoping to join her smoking session.
"Willa?" she asked quietly as she knocked three times. "Willa?"
With no answer, Carrie grabbed the handle and started to push the door open. She stepped in and peeked her head around.
"I can smell wh-oh!" she quickly backed out and shut the door, shocked at the sight she saw. "Was she?" she asked herself after catching a fully naked Willa Holland sandwiched between two large black men while a haze of pot smoke lingered in above. "Oh god."
Carrie scurried away, hoping that she was not seen or heard by the busy actress. She entered her green room and sat on the couch, thinking about what she had seen. The blonde could not get the image of Willa being "Oreo'd" out of her mind. The pictures in her head began to make her pussy drip with excitement. Feeling a massive heat emanating from her cunt, she spread her legs and reached under her short black dress. Moving her panties out of the way, she plunged two fingers up herself and started to roughly fuck herself with her eyes closed.
For several minutes, Carrie continued to finger herself while thinking of Willa and her two black lovers. Just as she was about to experience an awesome orgasm, a light knock came to the door. Her eyes shot open and she pulled her drenched hand out, wiping it on the couch before gathering her composure and standing up to answer the door. She opened the door to find Willa standing there, her brown hair messed up and a small stream of mascara running down her cheek while she adjusted her black t-shirt.
