This is being posted on the three-year anniversary of my first celeb smut fic. While thanking everyone who read and supported me, I'm also honoring it by using the two celebs I have used more than anyone else in the last three years, with seven stories apiece - and now they each get to star in their eighth together.
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April 2014 - Paris, France
Andrew Garfield and Emma Stone barely had any down time to themselves in the last several weeks. But with the world premiere tour for The Amazing Spider-Man 2 finally winding down, and with an extra day until they had to fly back to America, the two took advantage as best they could in Paris.
Given Emma's recent experience filming there for Woody Allen, she was able to guide Andrew along. And she knew of a hotel to stay in that wasn't extravagant, but was out of the way enough that the paparazzi wouldn't stake them out - unlike last night at their first hotel.
When they got in, however, they realized they could have stood to go a bit more in the way. It wasn't as fancy as the earlier hotel, of course, and the bed wasn't quite as big. In addition, the walls looked a little thin and in need of more paint.
But it was still a Paris hotel room at night. It was still a night to themselves before they had to go back and tour the parts of America they hadn't reached yet. It was still a night of privacy that they wouldn't get again for a while.
As such, Andrew and Emma were content to lie down in bed, after a long day of sightseeing and getting tired from all their relaxing. Still, they both hoped to themselves they wouldn't fall asleep yet, before...anything else could happen.
Yet they didn't feel like they were in a hurry, however. This was Paris, after all. There was no need to rush and no need to be quick and dirty, like they could be anywhere. This deserved more care and romance and...
"Oooh..."
Perhaps Emma thought differently. Andrew couldn't really argue with that - he wasn't that weird. However, the more he thought about it, the more that sounded...too squeaky to be Emma. He knew all of Emma's little moans, and they were usually huskier and hotter than that. That sounded kind of hot too, but...
Of course, Andrew realized he could just make it easier by asking Emma if that was her. Yet the next little high pitched moan he heard answered that question.
"You hear that too?" Emma asked out loud first, after all that silent pondering. Before Andrew could finally answer, though, a different voice was heard. A male one this time.
"Oh fuck...oh, there it is..." they both heard, way too clear for comfort.
Andrew and Emma were quieter in looking around their room, hoping some perverts hadn't broken in. But before they actually got out of bed to check, the noises returned. They sounded too close to be hiding in some closet, or from the balcony. In fact...
"Oh, take it off..." The female voice uttered. Emma heard it even clearer when she pressed her ear against the wall.
"You gotta be kidding me," Emma whispered. "This is next door...these walls are so thin, we can hear...porn movies next door!"
But as she and Andrew listened in further, it didn't sound like a porn movie. For one thing, they were speaking English, so they weren't watching it on a TV. For another, this probably wasn't a hotel big enough to offer ordering porn movies.
These people could be watching it on a laptop, but it sounded too clear. Then the male said, "Oh yeah, here I come...that's what she said in four minutes."
"Not three, huh? Trying not to set hopes too high?" the female said back.
"Nah, it'll just make it a more pleasant surprise," the male responded.
Okay, porn movies didn't have that kind of high minded dialogue. Even Andrew and Emma weren't always that witty, and they loved running their mouths in bed.
Now it seemed they could spy in - at least vocally - on another couple who loved it too.
However, although they could hear them pretty well, they couldn't make out who they were. As far as they knew, they were just a regular, American sounding, horny tourist couple.
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Alison Brie didn't want to groan so loud as her boyfriend, Dave Franco, started to prove he might pull off his 'pleasant surprise' in three minutes after all. But as his tongue burrowed into her pussy right away, she threw her head back on the bed and swore she felt him grinning against her.
In a way, it was her own fault for egging him on. It was also partly her fault for going along with the idea to go to Paris now, a day before the rest of his "Neighbors" team arrived for their Paris premiere event.
Getting in this one day of sightseeing and privacy before the latest press barrage seemed like a good idea at the time. So did picking out this hotel to get more privacy in, even if both of them weren't big enough for that kind of attention yet.
On the off chance one of the press recognized them and asked for face time with Zac Efron or Seth Rogan tomorrow, though - or even James Franco sometime later - it was probably best to be safe.
The two of them didn't feel like being safe right now, though. This was Paris and this was a rare night to themselves, with the "Neighbors" premiere tour and the latest "Save Community" cries going on now. They were going to take advantage of the private time they had while they could.
Dave was certainly taking advantage right now - or at least his finger was now as well.
"Fuck...oh, that'll speed it up," Alison told him, clenching her thighs.
"Take off that shirt and I'll get faster," Dave promised. Alison knew he probably would, and knew damn well why. Nevertheless, he made it easier for him by throwing off her grey t-shirt anyway - revealing nothing underneath.
Nothing to cover up her Internet/cult TV famous, ample breasts, anyway.
"Oh, fuck, babe," Dave groaned, as if he hadn't seen her tits a hundred times before. There was something flattering in a crude way about that. It was even more flattering when Dave fingered her, then reached up and rubbed his wet finger on her right nipple while sucking her pussy off.
"Oh Jesus, baby..." Alison moaned right back. "You're...fuck, sucking me like you wanna suck my tits, huh? Yeah, I know that sucking..." After Dave started using his teeth, she added, "Oh, and that nibbling..."
Dave looked up hungrily as the bottom half of his head buried itself into Alison, all while cupping her tit and watching with an enraptured stare. "Grab that other fucking tit...I'd do it myself, but..." Dave finished by putting his right hand on her pussy, instead of the rest of her chest.
Alison obeyed by cupping her other breast, as her and Dave rubbed them together and each squeezed a nipple while Dave ate her, sucked her and rubbed her down below. He soon inserted his right index finger into her as he sucked the left side of her opening, but managed to bounce around her breast anyway.
"Fuck, is that...three minutes?" Alison asked.
"Fuck that. You hold on as long as you want...I don't mind the overtime," Dave muffled into Alison's pussy.
