Emma Stone's Sex Tape

I was nearly set to go again, although Emma would need a minute or two. The silence could have been awkward, now that we were halfway through the tape, the reality of it was settling in and there was still time to think clearly now that we were....unclogged.

But none of that was a problem at the moment. We laid quietly together, content and clear headed, as if it was after any other sexual encounter. Any other that hadn't been filmed, with someone about to be a major Hollywood it girl months from now. Yet for this moment, none of the madness – Hollywood related or otherwise – made it any different.

Maybe that was a promising sign for things to come. Maybe it showed that Emma would pass through the A-list world – and all its naughty temptations – and still be the same wonderful Emma. Maybe I would be enough to keep up with it regardless.

And like in any other post-orgasmic aftermath, it didn't take for me to want to kiss Emma again. From the way she kissed back, it wasn't too different for her either.

"Okay, we kept future us waiting long enough," she said between kisses. "Now I want to give present you a ride." It was probably for the best that this line wasn't filmed.

Nevertheless, the camera had to go back on now, so I went over to switch it on – intending that to be the last time I broke away from Emma for a while. I returned to her and sat myself up on the right of the bed, waiting for Emma to take that ride of hers.

She crawled over and settled herself on my lap, waiting for the go-ahead to sink down. The camera was titled to the right and shooting close up, so it should have had a good view of this. With that mentally checked off, I let Emma start taking me in and started turning my brain off.

Emma took in the top half of my shaft and then rose her hips up, then gently put them back down. I pumped my hips up a little higher, then went back down and she followed suit. We worked out our rhythm slowly until Emma got all the way down, making us ready to really get going.

As Emma started bouncing on me, my hands went down to her hips while my mouth went down to her chest. I took my first taste of her chest while getting far from my first squeeze of her ass, yet having my cock in her truly evened it out.

Since this was a special occasion, I knew we'd have to do more positions than this. I had the next one in mind, but I let myself hold Emma and let her rock on me a while longer. After a few more nibbles on her chest and neck, and a few of her little squeezes on my cock, I was ready to let myself topple onto my back – taking Emma with me.

She gave a little "Oof" as she found herself lying on top of me now. I put my hands on her back, massaging her up and down as my hips arched themselves up. Settling into it, Emma grinded her hips against me, then put some extra effort into bouncing them and her ass up and down.

It was Emma's turn to leave nibbles on my neck, which I responded to by putting my right hand on her head. It tangled up in her exquisite red hair – the top of which I could now kiss. I also had a great view of her ass bouncing and arching back as she worked me over.

All in all, this was probably one sight that the tape wouldn't do justice to.

So I savored it through my own personal p.o.v. shot while I could. Of course I had to do more than that, so I let my left hand go down to her pussy and rub it along, not letting her and my cock do all the work.

Emma hummed onto my neck as I buried my nose, lips and right hand into her hair. I wouldn't have had a problem staying in this spot until we were finished, and maybe she wouldn't either. However, circumstances dictated I had to get a little more daring.

As such, after one more rub on her and a few more kisses and gropes, I put both my hands on Emma's waists before rolling us both over. Now it was me on top of her, getting ready to take over more of the workload. The camera would now mostly see my back and ass as I pumped into Emma, yet I hoped I didn't come across as too lacking by comparison.

I'd have to worry about my screen presence later, though. In the here and now, I focused on kissing Emma's face and neck, while navigating my left hand to come between our colliding groins. My right hand gripped the bed to keep me balanced as I fucked Emma faster.

"Okay....oh yeah," Emma approved. She gave me louder approval when my left fingers reached her pussy, and louder when my cock went harder into her. I gave her a few quick, deep thrusts before letting my fingers rub her, then went back and forth on those techniques before I came up with a new one.

I temporarily stopped and pulled out of Emma, so I could get on my feet. I kept Emma lying there, stood between her legs and sunk back into her in no time. Now it would be easier to reach her pussy, and the both of us would have our thrusting upper bodies on camera.

Emma smirked that loaded, sultry smirk of hers as she gazed up with those naughty green eyes of hers. She pulled her hips back and placed her fingers on herself, then brushed them against the exposed bottom of my shaft. Before I did anything back, she took me all the way back in, then pulled her hips back and rubbed both of us again.

"Jesus...." I gasped even before she took me back in. "Okay....you're gonna need to let me lead for a while," I insisted, both to contribute and to hopefully avoid another early ending.

I laid my hands on her breasts and squeezed, all while my hips swiveled and thrust forward. I gave her a deep, hard series of fucks, then had to go slow for necessity's sake. Emma grit her teeth and battened down for the ride, letting me take over like I asked.

My left hand returned to her pussy as my right tweaked her right nipple. Both hands worked their hardest – not to mention other appendages – to give Emma the same pleasure she gave me. Yet although she was lying back and not doing anything but watching, it still felt like I was barely drawing even.

Just taking my cock in, being naked and looking that aroused at me was enough to make her seem more in control. Maybe a different position would make a dent. "Turn over," I impulsively came up with.

Once I pulled out, Emma followed directions without a word. The minute I went back into her and saw her ass bent over against my groin, I knew I'd only made it worse. If this could sanely be called worse.

I still reached down to stroke Emma below, and I still fucked her with as much control as I could. Nevertheless, even with her facing away and at my mercy, she was doing the bare minimum and still pushing me close to the edge.

Whether I was doing the same to her with all my work....well, with the camera on, how could I really know what was true? Movies really were the great deceptor.

But this was still Emma. Still someone who was brutally honest and open about what she wanted, and how – in here, and everywhere. Somehow, that included me. Somehow, that included this. That earned her the benefit of the doubt, at least. And a couple other things.

I put the doubts out of my mind and put my cock and fingers into overdrive, rubbing and fucking her close to the brink. It was only safe to take fleeting glimpses of her heart shaped ass and the back of her head, so I mostly focused on her back. Yet when Emma turned her head to look at me, it was all moot.

"Is this how you wanna end it?" Emma offered. "I'm good either way...."

"Oh, fuck it," I gave up. "You have final cut here...."

I slowed down my thrusts so Emma might be able to think clearly. She did it well enough to say, "You can go ahead and lie down again."

After pulling out, I got myself back on the bed and Emma got me in her chosen position – lying on my back in the middle of the bed, with my head lying on the bottom edge of it. Emma hovered herself over me and went back down, as her body was now the only one the camera would clearly see.

Since she was the real star, it fit.

If her ideal ending was riding me to oblivion, I would follow along and play my part. I let my hands go back on her pussy to add some variety, but Emma was causing enough friction bouncing on me. Her writhing, perfect body was all I and the camera could see, and all I wanted to see.

"Fuck me, fuck me...." Emma chanted. "Cum inside me....let me cum on that cock...." Emma was well versed in the art of a big finish, it would seem.

In my futile effort to delay it, I tried to think on whether we'd gone far enough before bringing this to an end. Technically, this was still pretty tame, position wise and all. Then again, in my.....research of other celebrity sex tapes, they really weren't that kinky themselves. Even Kim Kardashian didn't move around that much -- although that wasn't really a shocker.

But while more people sadly knew her – and hopefully far less people would see this tape – I had to say this, and Emma, had her beat in every way that counted. Breasts and ass notwithstanding – and the fact I couldn't be objective.

Especially with Emma moaning hotly, squeezing my cock tight, rubbing her ass and thighs against me and urging me to cum for her. But you try being objective to that and see where that gets you.

It got me just a few more seconds to hold out, while I rubbed her pussy to at least put her on the brink before I exploded. But I couldn't hold back on other tasks any longer.

I ran my hands down the curves of her waist and hips, savoring that before my final surge. When I put my hands on her pussy, I took a breath and asked, "You ready?"

"Oh yeah....future me and you should be set by now too," Emma said, looking up at the camera and supposedly at its future audience of two – hopefully. "Now make us all cum, big boy...."

I lost count of how many thrusts and finger rubs I performed until I finally exploded, and until she did the same soon after. But I could always go back and rewind to be sure.

At the time of the grand finale, though, I wasn't sure I could ever move again. At least Emma moved enough to fall down on top of me.

The only sounds we heard for the next several minutes were our heavy, eventually steady breathing, and the sounds of the camera rolling. Unlike before, I didn't care that it was taping absolutely nothing now.

By now, sex tapes – for celebs and regular people – cut out after the money shot and don't include post-sex cuddling, on the off chance the stars did that. This one had Emma lying still on top of me, in my arms, for at least 10 minutes before we bothered to get up and turned it off.

I told her and myself I'd edit out the action-less parts later on. I just never got around to it.

Not even four years later.

Summer 2014

Although I never deleted the quiet, content ending, I very rarely watched it all the way through. It took enough out of me just to re-watch the smut as it was. But with every new movie my ex released, with every interview and public appearance with new boyfriend Spider-Man – and with every engagement rumor – I wound up trying to endure.

Others would endure to the point of selling this tape for a small fortune, and the side effect of destroying the wholesome reputation of their ex. When a baseless Internet rumor of an Emma Stone sex tape came out months ago, it was the ideal opening -- leaving aside how I had nothing to do with that rumor.

The fact Emma probably thought I did was painful enough, if she even heard about it. But she didn't contact me about it – just like she didn't say anything about the tape, and how she probably knew I still had it, in all our post-breakup talks.

Either way, as I rewound the DVD and saw glimpses of Emma's naked acts in reverse, it reminded me one more time how I couldn't part with this, for any reward. This one part of Emma and me would at least still be mine.

Besides, I doubted TMZ could afford the money it would take. If Playboy was in the sex tape buying racket, maybe. But such was life.

THE END