2 comments/ 35353 views/ 16 favorites TV Temp: Emma Stone By: Robertdoc November 2011 The high I had from my time with Alison Brie didn't last as long as I wanted. Real life got a little harder after my freelance website no longer had stories picked up by Google News, and I got dropped from their news program when they did get taken back. I bounced back by writing about sports, yet my monthly pay did take a hit; which did make me more urgent to get my other projects done. So by the time November came along and the temp agency finally called again, I was more eager for a break than usual. And few places are as good for a vacation as New York. For the first time, I had been invited to temp on a show for the second time. "Saturday Night Live" wanted me back, as my past experience at Studio 8H made me more attractive than newer candidates. That did sound a bit unfair to those newer candidates; but not enough for me to turn the gig down. Especially since another lovely young movie star was hosting on my designated week. On November 12, Emma Stone would be appearing on the "SNL" stage for the second time, just as I was appearing backstage for the second time. But her return was more highly anticipated, after she broke into the A-list with "Easy A" last fall, "Crazy Stupid Love" and "The Help" this summer and had "The Amazing Spider-Man" ahead for next summer. When she first hosted last fall, the main joke in the monologue was how nerds wanted to make out with her, like they often did in her movies. I understood the sentiment; and not just because I seemed to have a thing for celebrity redheads. This one was younger and yet still just as stunning, with the aforementioned red hair, striking green eyes, an equally striking sharp tongue and quick wit, and a husky voice that would likely be even more arousing in....intimate settings. All of that made her an easy target for Lindsay Lohan comparisons, but thankfully Emma looked too smart and level headed to end up exactly like her. For all her recent success, she often said that hosting "SNL" last year was the highlight of it all, so she would undoubtedly be excited to return; like myself to a lesser degree. At the least, she was bound to be in a great mood....no matter what that entailed. But I was feeling good too, since I was returning to 30 Rock and I was better equipped to handle the "SNL" schedule this time. I also brought something else with me on Monday, as it hit me how I could break the ice with Emma. I waited until I knew she was alone in the guest room; which brought back a few vivid memories with Anne for a moment. But I pushed that aside and knocked on what was now Emma's door. Once she let me in, I introduced myself and only savored her looking at me and smiling for a half-second. I had my backpack in hand, which contained all the things that would keep me busy on long nights while I wasn't working. It also contained a little something for Emma as well. "I know that yesterday was your birthday....so I wanted to wish a belated happy birthday and a welcome back to 'SNL' too," I explained as I handed Emma a birthday card I bought yesterday. My family always loved how I picked out the funniest birthday cards, and since Emma's 23'rd birthday was actually yesterday, I thought this would be a good skill to show off. Judging by Emma's laughter after she read my card, it seemed that it was a good show. I covered my bases by asking "So I wasn't being out of line or creepy, then?" "No, no. Unless funny's the new creepy," Emma reassured. "It can be, but I didn't want it to be here. If I was creepy, I'd have gotten a 'Pocket Full Of Sunshine' card like in 'Easy A' for you. And that was actually available!" I said truthfully. "Well, then thank you for being funny and original instead of creepy," Emma smiled and then actually kissed me on the cheek. This was the quickest that any actress had ever kissed me before, yet I knew it was way too soon to press my luck on that. So I just acted a bit bashful while keeping the actual conversation forward. "Well, like I said, I just wanted to help welcome you back here. I know how much you loved it here last year, so there's a lot to live up to. I get it, since it's my second time here too....in a way." "If it was still my birthday, I could order you to go on for me. But it's not, so I'll just ask nicely," Emma pointed out. "I actually temped here last year, not long after your episode. I did Anne Hathaway's week, actually," I said while ignoring how I could twist those words into something dirtier. "And I temped here for '30 Rock' in November 2008 too....the pre-election part of it." "Whoh, you have more experience here than me. How come they just bring you here every November instead of hiring you full time?" Emma asked. "I'd like to know that myself sometimes. But gigs like this are a break from problems like that, so I treat them as such. I'm too much of a TV and SNL nerd not to," I explained. "Say no more, I get how nerds tick," Emma pointed out. "Well, I'll be sure not to tick the wrong way. I don't have any more to spare for cards, I won't ask you to make out with me, and I don't need any Spider-Man spoilers right now. So....I thank you for your time." I did take a risk by actually saying I wouldn't make out with her, But since this was a comedy bit, maybe she wouldn't take that so seriously if something came up later. "I did have a good birthday. And this is going to be another great week here. And you did help get it off on the right foot, so thank you for your time too," Emma exclaimed. "You can go ahead and bug me with nerd ticks later....but I really can't give you anything on Spider-Man, sorry." "Okay....I'll consider bugging you anyway," I offered, making us both chuckled as I exited the room. But after closing the door most of the way, I left it open a little bit to peek and see Emma standing the card up on her dresser. Satisfied that this meant she really was flattered and that I had broken the ice, I shut the door completely. Me and Emma didn't hang out as much as me and Anne did before our week here, but we did find a few occasions to talk during down periods. I particularly took note in her denial that she and new Spider-Man Andrew Garfield were dating, even though he was slated to make a cameo in the show. According to her they were friends, but Sony and Marvel advised them to have no comment about a relationship status, to keep rumors alive as the movie got closer. In a way that made sense, since they couldn't just rely on Spider-Man to sell a reboot of a origin story from 10 years ago. I held my tongue on that in front of Emma, although a joke along those lines would actually be in the monologue. In any case, if Emma was telling the truth, it eliminated one possible obstacle for later. However, me and Emma didn't get to be alone in a room on Saturday afternoon, unlike me and Anne. There were a few moments to talk, but they were in public while everyone scrambled to put together the show. So with that window of opportunity gone, I had to resign myself to having my streak broken; which was what I got for actually thinking ahead to doing it this time. I shook that off eventually and did focus in time to see Emma do the show. After it was over, she and the cast would head to the after party, I would help tidy up the studio, I'd show up tomorrow for a final review and she'd probably be off. You can't win them all; or at least perhaps you can't win 10 in a row. Once Emma and the cast left the stage and the audience started clearing out, I made my way out of Studio 8H to wait for my post-show assignments. So I saw nothing out of the ordinary when one of my female supervisors came to meet me. "Good, I found you," she stated, as I just nodded in wait for my task. "Now I can tell you that you've been invited to the after party at the Heartland Brewery." Now all I could do was drop my jaw in confusion before I stammered "Oh, um....how is that, exactly?" "I suppose you could ask Ms. Stone about it when you get there," she pointed out before leaving. It seemed like I would have to do just that. When I got to the Heartland Brewery at Times Square, I said I was part of the 'SNL' group and they actually told me where to find them. So since it had been established that I hadn't been pranked; at least not yet; I went over to the private room where the gang was supposed to be. And they were indeed there, with Emma quickly catching my eye in a white blouse and pink skirt. She noticed me too and helpfully went over to meet me. "Hey, you got the message!" Emma exclaimed, which didn't instantly clear up everything. "Did you actually get me invited here?" I inquired to get the ball rolling. "I may have made a recommendation. After all the times you've worked in that studio, it's probably old hat for you by now. I figured this would help this week stand out." There were other ways in which the other weeks had stood out even more, but I wasn't going to bring that up; not yet. But this was almost as much of a shock. "You really didn't have to....didn't it look weird that you got a temp invited? And won't this make the regular workers a little jealous?" I nitpicked. "Then it's a good thing you're getting out of here tomorrow. They'll forget when you come back next year anyway. Besides, your birthday's in a month and I didn't have time to get you a card," Emma teased. "Come on, you did your part to help these guys this week. The least they can do is hear about your articles and book ideas, right?" I had no more room to argue with her, so I settled for trying to thank her. But instead I just said "I really don't know how to thank you..... "Hey, this SNL nerd had her dream come true twice," she said as she pointed to herself. "So now let's go cross a few more things off your SNL bucket list." I had already done tasks and projects for everyone I could at SNL twice. But hanging out with them at an after party allowed me to actually speak to them and geek out in a non-work context. I rarely got to do that with actors or with actresses I didn't eventually have sex with, so this was new for me. I even got to meet some non "SNL" celebrities that showed up, including Emma's friend Andrew Garfield. I did my best to stay level headed and try to subtly plug my work, and I talked with Emma when that became too much. I was still there at about 2:30 a.m., yet I didn't feel tired at all. The party itself was winding down and some guests and cast members had left, but me and Emma were among those still there. "Wow....I had a night like this all because I got you a birthday card. I knew I was good at that, but not like this," I said when we were sitting at a pub. "It wasn't the only reason. It was the first one, but it snowballed from there. You made a real good follow up impression on me....that's probably how I figured out about your name." This could go a number of ways, but they were too vast for me to figure out which way it could go. "Somehow, I kept thinking about a story Mila Kunis told me at the 'Friends With Benefits' premiere." Well, that narrowed it down. Since Emma made a cameo in Mila and Justin Timberlake's summer sex romp; which seemed tamer after seeing all of Mila's nudity months earlier; it made sense that they might talk. Perhaps some troubling sense. "She told me about this wild time she had with a guy before the Golden Globes....and she had a lot of praise for him. She told me his name and that he temped for a lot of shows. But after a few days with you, learning your name and your temp history, that name started to sound more familiar. I figured it out on Friday when I looked over your resume. It pretty much matches up with the shows Mila said that guy worked on. My memory's usually not that good, but it has its moments." Perhaps my time and words with Alison taught me not to freak out if someone found out my past work. Perhaps being in a public place this time was an added help. Either way, I didn't try to deny it and make myself sink into a worse hole like I thought I did last time. But I was reluctant to look at Emma as I talked, nonetheless. "First of all, I didn't give you a birthday card to hit on you. I wasn't friendly with you to trick you into getting me in here or into bed. And I didn't trick Mila either, if you're going to go that way. I know driving her around town and going into a hotel with her sounds underhanded in the wrong context." "So it never crossed your mind until it happened?" Emma asked. "Of course it crossed my mind, I mean, it's Mila Kunis!" I made sure to whisper now. "I did not act on it until she wanted me to, and I never pushed or tricked her into it. I've never done that and I never will. If you think I could....or that talking to you was a setup or pickup line..." "Of course I don't!" Emma said as she was whispering now. "From what she told me and from what I've seen this week, of course I don't think that! Hell, I almost didn't tell you this because I thought you'd think I was picking you up!" "And....you're not?" I asked, feeling some disappointment in where this was going. "Well....not entirely. I didn't invite you here to fuck you, I just wanted you to have fun here. If something else happened....I wouldn't have passed it up." This helped me reassess my words in several ways. "Well....I shouldn't complain, since I was thinking the same thing. But it does sound like you understand why I didn't want to be seen the wrong way. I'm learning to be less sensitive about that, but I still like it better when women want to....do that stuff with me because of me, and not just because of....other stuff about me." "I guess if anyone can understand that, it's a movie star," Emma conceded. "I really didn't put it together until yesterday. I already liked you by then, so that's got to count." "It does help the score....or something like that, I can't make all these metaphors work." This helped lighten the mood with a shared laugh. "So....what do we do with that, then? If there's anything to be done, it can't happen here." "Then tell me where you're staying," Emma offered. "I'll tell them I'm tired and I have to go, then you can leave about 10 minutes later. When you get back to your hotel, I'll be outside your room and no one will suspect anything. If anything happens after you get in, we'll take it as it comes. I mean, happens!" She stumbled. "I really didn't mean to make that kind of pun, I swear!" Emma insisted as she bit back another laugh. "Not yet, anyway?" I asked, now feeling more at ease since her plan could work. Emma got the hint, smiled knowingly, and got up to lead us back to the private room. There, she told the "SNL" crew she was heading out, said her goodbyes for now and finished by giving me a goodbye hug too. At that point, I whispered my hotel name and my room number, and she didn't react a bit as she broke off and headed away. I hung around for about 10 more minutes before saying my goodbyes and thank you's, then left to take a cab back to my hotel. It was a longer ride there than it really was, as I reflected on what happened, what we had agreed upon, and how a lot of it seemed like a less dramatic rerun of past encounters. But given how all these situations ended with me having sex with an actress, the whole series felt like a rerun at this point. It just gave me more motivation to think of new techniques I could use to make it new, even if Emma wouldn't know the difference. There was only so much I hadn't tried, yet once I got to the hotel, I figured I'd have to wing it. I nonchalantly went past the lobby to the elevators; although if they didn't blink at seeing Emma there minutes ago, they wouldn't notice me. In any case, I got to the elevators and arrived at my floor with no trouble. As I went down the halls, I soon enough saw Emma waiting outside my door. She smiled as I got there, took out my room key and swiped it to let myself in. I held the door for her to come in, then closed the door behind us and put away my room key. Here was where we would see what happened; and as usual in these matters, a make out session won out. I immediately placed my hand on the back of her head, both to deepen the kisses and start the first of many sessions of playing with her red hair. I almost felt relieved that this was happening after she stopped letting her hair go blond for Spider-Man. Of course blond was her natural color, yet red was too distinctive and ravishing not to stick for her. Eventually I moved my hand over to her face to start tracing some of her freckles, but we soon finally had to take a breath. "Okay....you can make out with me," Emma commented after we got our breath back. Some of it was wasted again by laughing, yet we got it back before I got her to the bed. I sat down on the side of my bed and had Emma stand in front of me as I helped her remove her blouse. She had on a purple bra that safely contained her chest; which was admittedly the smallest out of all the actresses I had been with. While her breasts weren't C or D cups or even a high B, it hardly canceled out the rest of her fabulous body and sexy face. And since her boobs were among her least discussed features, it gave me an idea to start things off. After unhooking her bra, I wrapped my arms around Emma's waist and immediately got to work kissing her perky nipples. While I didn't have as much of an ample chest to suck on as usual, I would kiss and play with whatever I could get. I figured it would be a chance of pace for Emma that would make her feet extra good, and her moans served as a good indication. And as I expected, hearing her smoky voice getting aroused and excited could have made me burst then and there. But I stayed focus and alternated between her left and right breast while my arms moved lower. This helped me feel Emma's impressive curves and hips, which lead to an even more impressive, rounded bottom. I copped a feel of her peach-shaped ass before pulling down the zipper of the skirt that covered it. Once I got her skirt down, I started cupping her still panty-covered ass with both hands as I sucked deeper on her left nipple and then her right. Finally I broke away to tease the undersides of her breasts with my tongue, while I skimmed my fingers over the top of her panties without dipping under. "Fuck, Mila didn't do you justice," Emma rasped out. "I'm also noticing that you're a bit overdressed now." With that hint, I broke away from her chest and let go of her ass to start removing my clothing. After getting my shirt off, I pointed to my chest and quipped "Don't worry, this isn't Photoshopped," in reference to Emma's joke about Ryan Gosling's impossibly buff abs in "Crazy Stupid Love" Emma just lightly laughed and placed her hand down my chest, seeming to approve anyway. It did strike me that although I hardly had Gosling's sculpted body, she still liked mine over that of Gosling's or Garfield's, at least in this moment. I was not above needing an ego boost now and then, especially lately, and this was one I was really starting to appreciate. I hopped my entire body onto the bed and sat in front of it, leaning back on the wall as I started getting my pants off. Emma got the idea and put herself onto the bed as well, helping to get my pants all the way down. When I was left in my underwear, Emma laid on her stomach in front of me and placed her upper body between my legs; with her head right between them. She took it onto herself to get my underwear down, leaving my cock free and standing at attention. Emma took a hold of the bottom of my shaft and placed her tongue at my head, licking it all around slowly. Her tongue then licked down to my shaft and back up, then glided through every inch of my dick that was in range. Soon she had licked my entire erection, but she didn't stop there as she then dabbed her tongue on my ball sack. From there, she licked all the way back up my shaft before reaching my head and letting her lips engulf it. She suckled the head and only occasionally put her tongue back on it, as she looked up at me while her green eyes took on a sultry tint. TV Temp: Emma Stone I could only respond in moans as I put my hand back on her hair, narrowly resisting the urge to push her head and mouth further down. Playing with her hair did help me suppress that urge, as well as the one to cum soon. I further distracted myself by noticing how her ass was raised up and wiggling as she worked on my cock. I tried to reach over to touch her ass and play around with it again, but I couldn't reach that far; at least not far enough to get underneath her panties. Noticing this, Emma popped herself off my dick and turned her body sideways, like she would if she was blowing me while I was driving. In this position, my right hand could easily get to her ass and pussy while my left got back to her head after she resumed her blowjob. I tried to use both my hands at once, yet my right soon did most of the work as it finally went under her panties. Since Emma was stimulating me so much, I tried to offer payback by brushing my fingers over her pussy lips. They teased them and threatened to go in, but I kept pulling them back before that could happen. I just kept teasing and rubbing her outer lips as my fingers remained trapped inside her panties while my cock remained trapped in her moaning mouth. The moans around my shaft weren't helping me keep control, so I decided to get her out of control for a bit by finally inserting a finger inside her. I circled inside for several seconds before I started to slowly thrust, trying to match my thrusts with her bobbing up and down my dick. Soon we were both going at a pretty fast pace. "Oh, fuck me," Emma let out once she removed my cock. "I gotta finish this off so your mouth can fuck me next." I somehow only let her attack my cock more vigorously for a few more seconds. "Or I can mouth fuck you now, let this thing cool down and get us set for the main event. Sound good?" I offered. "Just put something on my pussy and you've got a deal," Emma countered. So I agreed by getting up off the bed and moving to the other side, signaling for Emma to stay where she was. With her still on her stomach, I was kneeling down in front of her ass as I finally pulled her panties off to expose her round backside. I placed my hands back on her ass, now that there was nothing covered it, and went down to start eating her pussy out from behind. Emma soon started rubbing her ass against my face, so my hands went down to hold her by the hips as my tongue went in deeper. I still tried to restrain myself somewhat, since I didn't want her to cum before I put my cock in her. After a few more minutes of work on her pussy, I figured she was worked up enough. I pulled my mouth away and placed a finger on her lips to replace it, before admiring her ass again. I hadn't done anything anal related with the actresses yet, but that was one thing I certainly wasn't going to try without consent. So I settled for a few quick kisses on her butt cheek before more slowly starting to kiss up her back. My hands left Emma's crotch and hips to start rubbing her long smooth legs as my mouth worked up the smooth skin of her back. Before long I was lying on her back, trying not to crush her. In this position, my cock was almost right between her ass cheeks while my face was right at the back of Emma's head. After teasing her hair with my hands since I got here, I decided to let my mouth in the mix by kissing the back of her head and running my lips and nose through her hair. "I fucking love red hair...." I muttered, wishing more to myself that I did more with Jenna and Christina's locks when I had the chance. "I noticed," Emma responded as she actually shook her head so more of her hair could rub onto my face. As I savored that, I began to thrust my cock in between her ass cheeks without going into any of her holes. I kept going as I kissed across Emma's head and brought my mouth down to her ear. I suckled the top of it and made her cry out louder, eventually yelling "Come on, fuck me!" However, since I was already rubbing my cock over her ass, and had already been worked up by her hair and blowjob, I suddenly realized I wouldn't make it that far. "Wait, wait, wait!" I yelled out futilely to my cock as I got off of Emma's back; but only just in time for my dick to start cumming over it. Emma turned her head to see, yet I made sure not to look at her as I tried to stay focused on where my cum was landing. Once it stopped falling, I lept off the bed to get tissues for Emma. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, stupid eager cock," was one of the few things I was able to mutter in English as I wiped Emma's back clean. I was too upset with myself to try and use Emma's back and the memories of having cum on it to get me going again. I knew this wasn't the end of the night, as I had learned a thing or two from Alison about how that worked; yet I was still allowed to be upset about going off too soon. Finally I allowed myself to glance at Emma again, if only so she'd hear, "Sorry....I guess it'll take a few minutes before I'm ready to go again. You can bring yourself off if you can't wait, that should make us even." I sat in the same position where I got my blowjob and leaned my head back on the wall, trying to clear my mind and start recovering. However, feeling Emma's hand back on my dick seemed to work better. "Actually, this works better," Emma said once I actually saw her sitting next to me and stroking me. "You can still get hard even if you can't cum for a while. I just have to get you hard, ride you, cum over you and then we'll both be on the same page. Then we can both fuck longer before we cum again. I think the timing should work, don't you?" she punctuated by brushing her thumb over the tip of my cock. "You really are one of the brightest new stars out there," was all I could say. I couldn't argue with her theory so far since I was getting hard again, although I was nowhere near ready to cum again soon. Yet I could help finish her off, since it probably wouldn't take much more to do it. Of course, it might bring me closer than her to cumming a second time. It was a risk I'd have to take, as Emma finished getting me ready for action. Once I was fully up, she climbed into my lap and positioned herself over me. She slowly slid herself down onto my head, as she immediately started to try and ride me. She went up and down my cock while ever so slowly taking more of me into her, although she wasn't taking all of me in. Yet she had been worked up enough already for it to be effective. I started to push myself in a little more, but Emma was doing most of the work in tightening herself around me. She rode me faster while still not taking all of me in, yet eventually she did sink all the way down. At that, it only took her a few more bounces and thrusts until she finally came and evened the score between us. Emma laid her head on my chest to relax and recover as I started to join back in. I briefly took my cock out and stroked it using Emma's juices as my lube. Once I had rubbed them over most of my dick, I put myself back in and just stayed there for a while. "We can take a little breather until we breathe again," Emma offered. Since we both came minutes ago, there was no hurry to get started at the moment. So it seemed we were both content to stay huddled up against each other for a while. Things weren't usually this quiet during sex for me lately, which made me a little uneasy. Just because we weren't fucking yet didn't mean we couldn't do things to get us aroused beforehand. With that in mind, I held Emma by the waist and rolled her over so I was on top of her. This put me in a better position to kiss her while we bode our time. Emma was now the one placing a hand on my head to deepen kisses, as we went slow at first and then gradually got steamier. My hands stayed on her back while she wrapped her legs around my waist, but we still didn't start fucking yet. However, I made the first move by sliding my tongue deeper into Emma's mouth as I made my first thrust back into her pussy. To match me, Emma sunk her pussy down my dick as she kissed me and used her tongue. We then started to thrust our tongues against each other with each thrust of our groins. Finally we had to break off and breathe, although we weren't helping our breathing patterns by fucking a bit faster. But we weren't going too fast just yet, as going slow was feeling pretty good so far. "Mmm, that's nice...." Emma purred, making me feel a bit harder. "But you are an expert...first Mila and now me. Got anyone else in your celebrity harem?" She was probably joking, yet it was a serious question to me. I certainly couldn't freak out and put out weak denials like I did with Alison, especially at a moment like this. I would have to be a bit smoother in deflecting myself, even in this position. "A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell," I settled on, which would hopefully be a good enough non-answer. But I would need to deflect things a bit further, so I told the truth about something else. "And even in this situation, I still want to be a gentlemen....at least in some areas. I mean, you got me to hang out with the SNL cast for a while, you're naked with me now, you're so cool and fun and sexy, and you're fucking Emma Stone! All that deserves my best behavior. You did all that for me, so I want to be at my best for you, even if that doesn't make us quite even." It was a good thing I was fucking her slowly, or even I might not have been that verbal in telling the truth. "Well, that makes this ironic. You were so thorough with my pussy, hair, ass and even my boobs that I was worried about getting even with you. I mean, all I've worked on is your dick, and that just makes us mostly even here!" Emma calculated. "You have been on your best behavior, so if there's anything cool....or fun....or sexy that you want, just name it," she insisted by slowing down her voice and quickening her thrusts against me. "Oh God....you're fucking me and you're naked and you're making your voice sound even hotter. That's more than enough," I reassured as I started to quicken up as well. "You mentioned my voice.... I thought guys didn't like talking during sex. At least not PG-13 talking," Emma said in a huskier tone than usual. "I'm different from most guys, if you didn't know." That was especially true since most guys who didn't work in the industry had my sexual track record; but I didn't clarify that to Emma. "You run your mouth as much as you want, dirty or not, and it'll just turn me on more," I explained as I kissed her neck to add on. "Okay....then I can tell you to keep fucking me, run that nice mouth of yours over me and run that nice dick into me. Because that'll just turn me on more too." I would have kept my word even if she had spoken normally, and not right into my ear. But with that little extra bit of motivation, and with my cock at full strength, I made sure to go a bit more all out. Now we were both going at a fast pace, with my mouth kissing and suckling her neck and letting out moans into it. For her part Emma thrusted back faster, ran her hands down my back and was sure to groan out so I could hear. She didn't have to put on a vocal performance for me if I wasn't really making her that loud and satisfied for real. Yet I decided to trust her to be honest with me, and I was too busy going deeper into her and kissing her skin to talk much. On that end, I kissed back up to her face, looked up at her eyes and even impulsively gave her lid a little kiss as well. "Oh....like the eyes too, huh?" Emma inquired. I just nodded, which was enough to make Emma run her hands back up my back and to the back of my head. When they got there, they helped push my forehead against hers so I could look right down at her deep green eyes and enticing smile. That got me to add another little burst of energy into my thrusts. "Oh, yeah, yes, fuck...." Emma panted out right into my mouth. "While I've got you here....you mind fucking my mouth like you're fucking my pussy?" With our mouths an inch or two away from each other, that would be possible. So like I did before, I slid my tongue into Emma's mouth and pulled it back out, then thrust it in and out again to match what my dick was doing. I tongue fucked her mouth in unison for several seconds before I had to give it a rest, but I didn't put it back in my mouth. This gave Emma the opening she needed to suckle on my tongue in the meantime. As I had tried to simulate fucking her with my mouth, Emma was trying to simulate sucking my cock; and she added to it by tightening around my actual cock and trying to gyrate her hips with it inside. That made us both cry out and finally put our tongues back inside, as we needed them to help us with our voices again. "Fuck, now I'm getting close again, how about you?" I asked. "Yep, right there! We're both right there!" Emma assured. "You wanna cum in me when you get there? Is that what a gentleman would do?" "He might under special circumstances, oh God!" I called out. "But I have another idea." I started setting it up by rolling on my back so that she was on top of me. While this didn't explain my idea yet, I further distracted her from that fact by kissing her again; this time with our tongues just rubbing each other instead of thrusting in and out. "I love kissing you," I stated when I was done. "Do you like kissing me too?" "It has some appeal, yeah," Emma teased. "You liked kissing me down there too, I noticed. And I liked doing that to you. So maybe we could wrap up with that.....something we both like." That was a fancy way of saying I wanted to sixty-nine, but I trusted Emma would understand. "That could work....just stay in there a few more seconds first." With that, Emma rode me with added intensity, since she was now on top and would have to take my cock out of her soon. This ran the danger of one or both of us cumming before we ate each other out; yet we held as we went deeper into each other a few final times. "There, that should hold me," Emma assured as she eventually got herself off me. I stopped sitting up and laid flat on the bed to give Emma room. Then she turned around, laid back on top of me and placed her ass and pussy over my face. I grabbed her hips, leaned up and licked up whatever juices were left near her opening. With her groin taking up my whole viewpoint, I could only feel Emma licking up my dick again instead of seeing it. This inspired me to get back to work myself, as I slid my tongue inside of Emma and inched it in deeper. I was inspired to go deeper when I felt her mouth close over my cock again, which made me moan into her; and made her do the same to me. "Fuck, just as good as I remember," I commented when I finished my initial run at her opening. "Hey, that was gonna be my line!" I heard Emma say instead of suckling me further. "Still true no matter who said it, but still! Speaking of which...." It was clear that Emma was unfazed as I felt her go back to work on me. "Oh God....I'm gonna go soon....I wish I could see me cum on you from here....maybe I didn't think all this through," I admitted as I tried to hold on, but Emma helped by taking her mouth away again; although that did as much harm as good to me. "Aw, I wanna see me go off on you too....I'm sure I can hold if you're too busy looking at me." With that, Emma took her pussy off of my face and moved her lower body to the right, leaving her face in my line of sight again. That meant I could see her sucking me off again, and see her looking at me square in the eyes as she did it. With her sultry gaze and mouth stirring me all at once, it was all I needed to make my earlier wish come true. I got a good view of myself cumming into Emma's mouth and seeing her try to suck or lick it up. She couldn't keep her eyes on me as she focused on taking me all in, but that wasn't a concern by now. Eventually, she finished up and took herself off my dick, even giving it a final little peck afterwards. I was drained; but then I remembered that she wasn't yet, and that was unfair by now. She was laying on her side, yet I rolled her onto her back so that she could see me dive my head back between her legs. If I got to see how she brought me off, she deserved no less from me. With that task set and with one more burst of energy, I used every trick my lips and tongue could use to try and bring Emma overboard. That included talking, as I said "I hope you liked that...I know I'll like this too," right into her. "I loved it, and I love this too.....don't you stop making me love it!" Emma ordered. I aimed to fulfill her wish with one more display, as I looked up at her just as she did before. In the meantime, my hands went on top of her slender legs and massaged them for a bit before slowly moving up. I kept my mouth right on her pussy in the meantime and saw Emma grit her face in pleasure. Then it cried out when my hands slid all the way to her pussy and I placed my thumb next to my tongue. After they both worked on her for a few more seconds, Emma yelled "Fuck, there it is, here it comes!" So I moved my thumb and just put my mouth over her pussy to start catching what came out. It took me several moments to lap up her initial loads and a few more to lick up what I didn't get at first. Emma's orgasmic cries and pants served as my soundtrack, as she did manage to breathe normally again by the time I had finished. By then, I could actually look at her again as I left her pussy and rolled over besides her. "Man, I love Saturday nights in New York. But early Sunday mornings aren't too bad, either," Emma exclaimed. That made me look at the clock to make sure it was still early in the morning. It was past 4 a.m., but at least it wasn't daybreak yet. Still, with Emma's sure to be busy schedule, she probably had places to go before long. "Is there somewhere you need to get to in a while?" I asked Emma, pointing to the clock so she'd see the time. "No, you don't have to kick me out for another few hours. I can go and get a quick nap in a cab, but I'd rather not have potholes for my alarm clock." she stated. "I guess me knocking on the wall will have to do. You make yourself comfy and take the bed. I'm not gonna get to sleep anytime soon, and I can just nap on the plane home tomorrow. At least that doesn't have potholes," I quipped. "You're lucky you're talented, or I might hold that again you. Lucky bastard," she comically muttered as she started gathering her clothes together. A while later, Emma was napping at my bed and I was sitting at my room desk, going back and forth between browsing my laptop and looking at her. At 7 a.m. I had to get her up and say goodbye so she could keep her schedule. Then she'd continue being a rising star while I turned in my temp ID at Studio 8H again, flew home and then resumed my less than glamorous real life work. This was the formula, which was kind of fitting now; this series started over three-and-a-half years ago with a stunning redhead, and now I had reached double digits with another redheaded beauty. One of the constants was saying goodbye afterwards. But it wasn't always; I did exchange letters with Jenna when she got remarried and when she had a baby, and I did see Tina for a third time during this trip and got my copy of her book "Bossypants" autographed. I still kept in touch with Alison through my new Twitter account, and now I knew Mila remembered me well enough to brag about me to Emma months ago. Although I otherwise almost never saw these ladies again after our time together, it did help that they did remember me; and remember me fondly. It was the best part of actually saying goodbye and it helped take the sting out of the harder ones; with the one with Emma surely to be among them in a few hours. But maybe one of these days, I could make friends with them for longer than a night or a week. If I achieved the first impossible goal of bedding 10 sexy stars, maybe that goal would be in reach someday too.