Starring: Taylor Swift, Selena Gomez, Ariel Winter, Emma Watson, Maisie Williams, Sophie Turner, Natalie Dormer, Felicity Jones, Hayley Atwell, Daisy Ridley and ?LONDON, MONDAY, 16.00 BST
Taylor Swift and her celebrity pals were gathered in a swanky bar at Heathrow Airport as they awaited the call for British Airways flight 303 to Paris. Ariel Winter, Emma Watson and the rest of the Brits were busy at one end of the bar; the band of A-list beauties hoovering up lines of coke (yep, they got it through security again) and necking shots and downing cocktails quicker than the bar staff could pour them. Selena Gomez was at the other end; the Hispanic beauty flirting with a handsome barman as she nursed a vodka martini.
Taylor Swift was sat by herself at a table in the corner; her freshly mixed Tequila Sunrise untouched on the varnished surface as she stared forlornly at a wall-mounted TV screen, a MILF-y BBC newsreader reporting on the all-star London orgy that had taken the world by storm. Exclusive pictures of the wild celebrity bash appeared on the screen; its attendees in all manner of compromising positions as they were broadcast across the nation, and though the images were heavily pixelated, the partygoers identities were clear for all to see. Emelia Clarke. Imogen Poots. Saoirse Ronan. The finest and most beautiful actresses the country had to offer.
The director cut back to the studio; the sexy newsreader caught red handed with her expensive stiletto heels splayed wildly across the desk, her frilly French knickers dangling from her ankle. Her eyes were closed, her pretty face screwed with orgasmic lust as she violently strummed her pulsing clit to the alluring images. She opened her eyes, realising she was back on the air and quickly adjusted herself in her seat.
“Oh, err…,” she stammered, blowing loose strands of dishevelled blonde hair from her face, shuffling papers at her desk as though nothing had happened. “Also in the news today, former Mayor of London Boris Johnson has been named…”
A second glass was placed down on the table next to hers, and Taylor looked to her right as Selena Gomez took a seat beside her.
“What have I told you about watching these news reports?” said Selena, taking a sip of her drink.
“I know, but…,” Taylor protested.
“But nothing!” Selena exclaimed, cutting her friend off mid-sentence. “Listen to me, dwelling on this shit is gonna get you nowhere. Remember what I said, you gotta beat her at her own game. Now, I’m going around back to suck that hot guy’s dick,” she declared, gesturing to the handsome young man behind the bar, “and you’re gonna join me.”
Selena gripped Taylor’s wrist and hauled her up from her seat; the blonde singer stumbling along in her expensive high heels as she was dragged across the airport bar. Selena headed straight for a swing door behind the bar, pointing assertively at the barman as she passed.
“You,” she said, “come with me.”
The door swung shut behind Selena and Taylor as they disappeared into the kitchen, the barman following in behind them. Selena gripped him by his white shirt and pushed him up against the nearest worktop.
“What was your name again?” she asked, running a lengthy nailed finger over the well-defined grooves of his slab-like pectorals.
“Ross,” the young man gulped in response. His dark hair was parted neatly to the left, his chiselled features marked by a neatly trimmed beard.
“Well, Ross, my friend here has been feeling a little down in the dumps this afternoon,” said Selena, gesturing to Taylor beside her. “I hope you have something to help cheer her up.”
Selena ran a hand past his rippling six pack abs and down to his crotch; the sexy songstress quickly finding the thick, lengthy bulge protruding from within.
“Ooh, yeah,” she grinned, as she stroked the swelling lump, “that oughta do it!”
Taylor and Selena dropped to their knees before him; the Latina doing so with a good deal more purpose and enthusiasm than her light-skinned counterpart. Selena unbuckled Ross’ belt and unzipped his trousers. She slid her manicured fingers under the waistband of his boxers; the actress-singer whipping the checkered smalls and his skinny-fit suit pants down in a single motion, his uncut 10 inch cock springing out like a jack-in-the-box. Veins travelled up and down his girthy shaft like thick strands of ivy, while his swollen, cum-filled nuts hung between this thighs like big flesh wrecking balls.
“Oh my goodness!” gasped Selena as he gripped the oversized dong at the base; her deep brown eyes nearly popping clean from their sockets as she took in the full extent of his unfathomable length and girth. “If this doesn’t take your mind off that Slut X whore, then I don’t know what will!”
Taylor smirked, the sight of the giant cock seeming to have had the desired effect. She rooted through her expensive clutch bag on the floor beside her and took out her phone.
“Hold this, will you, honey?” she said, tapping away at the screen then handing the device to Ross.
He held the phone aloft, seeing that Taylor had began a new Periscope broadcast and aimed it down at his crotch; his mammoth schlong engulfing nigh on every pixel of the crystal clear screen. Taylor looked across at Selena; the blonde songstress grinning from ear to ear.
“Let’s show this bitch who’s boss!”
Taylor fed his swollen dickcrown into her mouth and bobbed her pretty blonde head; her full, pouty lips roaming up and down the length of his shaft like a glass elevator. Meanwhile, Selena was taking care of the balls; the lusty Latina feeding one of the oversized gonads between her glossy, plump lips and sucking on it like a big flesh gobstopper. Comments scrolled across Taylor’s phone screen in their hundreds as the stream’s view count started to rise.
Wow! Room for one more, ladies?
What a lucky bastard!!
I had a dream similar to this a couple of weeks back. My mom still hasn’t got the stains out of my sheets!!!
Taylor sucked at Ross’ meaty prong like a woman possessed. She worked her lips right up to the hooded crown, before guiding them back down the shaft once more; the shiny pink pair accommodating an additional inch of his oversized dong with each pass. She looked up at the screen, the randy singer grinning to herself as she read the array of comments; each and every one commending her world class, porno-grade suckjob skills.
Goddam! Look at her go!!!
Fuck! Swift can suck a dick!!
All hail Queen Taylor! Champion of the cockslurpers!!!
Well, almost all of them. In amongst the sea of praise and compliments, one particular comment stuck out like a sore thumb.
Still got a little bit to go there, Taylor, but a valiant effort. 8 inches is nothing to be ashamed of
The comment had worked exactly as intended and Taylor took the bait like a hungry carp. She glared into the camera lens. Her skin reddened, her nostrils flared. Then, without missing a beat, she sucked Ross’ cock right down to the balls; her cute little nose nestling in his pubes as she held his prong between her lips.
“Oh, shit!” Ross exclaimed, his legs nearly buckling as Taylor choked down his 10 inch wang like it was nothing.
And she wasn’t done yet. Taylor dug her long nails into his thighs; the irate popstar clinging so forcefully to the muscled limbs that she nearly broke the skin. She bobbed and dipped wildly at his crotch; her head little more than a carefully styled blonde blur as she went at his mammoth dong. Her lips roamed from the head to the hilt with each pass; the pouty pink pair leaving behind thick trails of slick, wet spittle in their wake.
She sucked and slurped, drooled and slobbered; the blonde singer going at the oversized prong like a chick on a mission. The message was clear; if Slut X wanted to take her crown as Queen Whore of Cyberspace, then she wasn’t going to give it up easy. Finally, and with much reluctance on her part, Taylor retrieved Ross’ cock from her mouth, his girthy shaft dripping with saliva as she passed it onto Selena.
“Suck it!” she ordered, damn near forcing the lengthy prick down her friend’s throat as she handed it over. “And give me your phone.”
Selena did as instructed; the Latin singer sucking heartily at Ross’ dick as she searched her designer clutch bag. Taylor snatched the phone out of her hand and swiped desperately at the screen until she found Periscope. She opened it up; the horny songstress circling around behind Ross’ shredded frame as she started up a second broadcast. She pointed the camera at herself as she prized Ross’ ass cheeks apart and buried her face inside. Comments rained in at a quicker pace than ever before; randy viewers from across the globe punching out replies like their lives depended on it.
TaylorNailer: Oh shit! Swift getting NASTY!
Cassadee Pope: Yes, Taylor! Eat that ass, girl!
SwiftMan69: Damn! Looks like Taylor been learning the trombone!!
“Oh, fuck!” Ross cooed; the chiseled young stud quivering from head to toe as he was worked over from both sides by a duo of horny popstars.
At one end, Selena was sucking greedily at his cock; the Hispanic beauty swallowing the thick, lengthy prong right down to the base with each pass and fondling his big, swollen balls with her hand for good measure. At the other, Taylor had her cute face buried between his ass cheeks; the kinky blonde burrowing into his hairy crack like an ostrich in the sand as she lapped at his anus. People around the world spanked and strummed themselves senseless as they watched the double angled suck stream. Taylor positioned Selena’s phone as best she could to really get into the heart of the action; those watching at home treated to a perfectly framed close up as she tonguefucked Ross’ asshole.
LongDickNick: How has this guy not cum yet?! I’d have nutted 5 times already if that was me!
GomezGuy#1: I HAVE nutted 5 times already!!!
It was true; Ross was more than holding his own amid a relentless onslaught from blonde and Latina alike, but with every minute of ferocious A-list tag teaming that passed, the handsome barman could feel his resistance start to wear. Indeed, each slurping, drooling, deepthroating pass of Selena’s magnificent mouth up and down his schlong, each probing motion of Taylor’s tongue in his asshole was bringing him closer and closer to the point of eruption.
“Fuck! I’m gonna cum!” he blurted out suddenly, both women dropping what they were doing at once and kneeling side by side before him in anticipation of his load.
Ross spanked himself violently; the muscled hunk pointing Taylor’s phone down at she and Selena as they awaited his creamy goo. Selena reached up to fondle his balls, the A-list beauties making out before him as he prepared to blow his beans.
“UHHH!!! FUCKKK!!!” he bellowed; a thick torrent of creamy, hot spunk blasting from his prickslit and splashing across Taylor and Selena’s faces in equal measure.
It went everywhere; their cheeks, their noses, over their lips, across their eyes, even in their hair; the excited viewers continuing to fire out comments at a staggering rate as Ross emptied his swollen balls for their enjoyment.
Wow! What a blast!
God, I’d love to be hosed down by that big fat COCK!
Got any more spunk in those big fucking balls, baby??
Taylor and Selena licked each other clean; both celebrity sluts swallowing down their gathered spunk and locking lips once more for the camera before signing off.
“Beat that, Slut X!” said Taylor. She blew a kiss to the camera and the stream ended.SOMEWHERE OVER THE ENGLISH CHANNEL, MONDAY, 17.40 BST
To say that the staff aboard British Airways flight 303 had their work cut out for them would have been putting it mildly. In fact, the small team of stewards and stewardesses had been harried to the ends of the earth by Taylor Swift, Emma Watson and their celebrity pals since take off. They refilled glass after glass with complimentary champagne; the band of flight attendants pouring so much of the expensive booze that they’d nearly ran out before they passed the White Cliffs of Dover.
Taylor Swift had just seen away her sixth glass of the journey when her phone buzzed on the table before her. She picked it up; the drunken smile quickly fading from her features when she read the notification on her screen informing her that her online nemesis Slut X was live on Periscope. She clicked on the notification. The video was filmed POV style by a black man as he lay back on a king size hotel bed. The shot was cropped tightly to his crotch as Slut X’s shapely, beach tanned ass hopped and bucked atop his supine frame; her tight pink pussy roaming up and down every inch of his girthy, footlong wang. The caption below read; Challenge accepted, @taylorswift13
. Comments scrolled up the screen so quickly that Taylor could barely read them; the stream racking up a view count that made her BJ broadcast from Heathrow Airport look like amateur hour.
DAMN! Look at that thick white ass!
Shit! She bouncin’ on that BBC like a buckin’ bronco!!
Indeed, Slut X was hopping and writhing atop the black stud’s chiseled young frame like there was no tomorrow. Her peachy round ass clattered repeatedly with his pelvis; every inch of his long, girthy cock vanishing inside her with each pass. A steady chorus of coos and groans escaped his mouth from behind the camera; his dick starting to twitch and throb every time it disappeared inside the mystery whore’s snug pink cooch. Slut X, though, continued to show her dark-skinned partner little mercy and as his dick started to pulse uncontrollably in her hot, wet snatch, she sat atop his shredded frame like a mother bird; the mysterious woman not budging until the young black hunk blew his load inside her.
Damn, homegirl gettin’ filled UP!
FUCK! You lucky bitch!!!
Slut X climbed down from atop his chiseled frame; a gloopy mess of thick, off-white spunk slopping from her pussy as she prized his swollen dickhead from within.
“Fuck!” cussed Taylor Swift; the fair-haired singer clasping her phone so tightly that she nearly crushed it in her hand. “OK, bitch, if that’s how you wanna play it.”
She rose from her seat and pointed at the nearest male flight attendant.
“You!” she said, loud enough that every passenger in first class could hear. “You got a big dick?”
“Ermm, yeah,” he replied nervously. “It’s...it’s pretty large, Miss Swift.”
“Good!” said Taylor, grabbing him by the hem of his waistcoat and dragging him towards the bathroom; the handsome young flight attendant spilling champagne over sitting passengers as he stumbled down the aisle. “You’re gonna need it!”End of Chapter 18