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Dirty 30 (Taylor Swift and friends)[Chapter 15 posted]
« on: December 08, 2019, 04:56:44 AM »
Dirty 30

Chapter 1


Starring: Selena Gomez, Hailee Steinfeld, Miley Cyrus, Elle Fanning, Chloe Moretz, Ariel Winter, Hayley Williams, Carrie Underwood and Emma Watson

LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA. 8 DECEMBER. 21.15 PST

“Mmm, yeah!  Eat that pussy baby!” cooed Haille Steinfeld; the brown-haired beauty sprawled out atop her comfy king size bed, pawing at her perky C cup tits with one hand, the other rested at the back of Selena Gomez’s head as she burrowed between her thighs.  “Yeah, just like that!”

A steady chorus of light, mewling groans escaped Hailee’s soft, plump lips as her celebrity pal scoffed at her dripping twat; the Latin babe working two fingers back and forth inside her as she tongued at her swollen clit.

“Oh fuck, baby!” Hailee purred.  “You’re gonna make me cum!”

Her words were music to Selena’s ears, and the Hispanic beauty munched on her friend’s box harder and with greater vigour than ever before.  She worked her fingers back and forth at a lightning quick pace; the neatly painted tips bothering her fellow actresses’ g-spot with each pass, the lusty Latina lapping at her clit like a thirsty kitten as she did so. 

“Oh, Sweet Jesus!  Fuck!” Hailee groaned, her toes curling, her lower lip trembling, clinging to her bed sheets for dear life as she was tongued into ecstasy.

One more pass of Selena’s dexterous fingers inside her tight pink cooch and one more lap of her skilled tongue against her stiff pink clit were all it took to ignite an intense, fiery orgasm from within Hailee’s slender frame; her usually stunning facial features contorting in all kinds of unflattering ways as she rode the waves of her orgasm.  Selena emerged from between her thighs, grinning like a Cheshire Cat; Hailee’s sticky, wet girlcum smeared across her already glossy pink lips as she met her for a kiss. She pressed her mouth against her friends’; Hailee tasting her sweet fluids off Selena’s lips and tongue as they made out passionately on her bed. 

“So, you’re serious about this?” asked Selena, brushing strands of silky brown hair from Hailee’s face as they broke from their kiss.

“Dead serious,” Hailee grinned in response.

“Don’t you think it’s a little...extravagant?”

Hailee tilted her head, looking at Selena like she was a little lost puppy.  “Come on, bitch, this is Taylor we’re talking about here. I don’t think anything could be too extravagant for her.”

Selena smirked.  “True. It will be crazy expensive though.  I mean, I love Taylor from the bottom of my heart, but she got me a watch for my birthday.  It’s not really the same thing.”

“And she threw you that party.”

“Yeah, but she throws parties every week.”

“Exactly!” Hailee exclaimed.  “Just imagine the kinds of get togethers she’ll put on if we buy her this.  Come on, girl, it’s her 30th! Maybe we can get some of the girls to chip in towards it.”

“Hmm,” Selena pondered, still not sounding entirely convinced.

“Let’s just go take a look at them,” Hailee suggested.  “See if there’s any we like, find out how much they are and take it from there.  Pleeeaaase.” She placed her hands together in a praying motion, her already full pink lips puffed up in a pouty expression, so sweet and sexy no creature on God’s green Earth could possibly say ‘no’ to it.

Selena rolled her pretty brown eyes.  “Ugh, fiiine,” she said with a sigh.

“Yesss!!!” Hailee shrieked.  “Thank you, Selena! Thank you!  Thank you! Thank you!” She took Selena’s head in her hands, showering her in kisses as a display of gratitude. 

“We’re JUST taking a look,” Selena declared, wagging a neatly manicured finger at her A-list pal in a show of her authority.  “No promises. Understand?”

“Yes, of course,” Hailee nodded, doing her best to keep a straight face in the midst of her excitement.

“Good.” Selena took up Hailee’s position on the bed; the Latin beauty spreading her legs and splitting open her pussy lips as she laid back on the mattress.  “Right, now it’s my turn.”

THE BAHAMAS. 9 DECEMBER. 16.30 EST

A Cessna 172 four-seater, fixed-winged aircraft hovered in the cloudless Caribbean sky, 2,000 feet above the Exuma district of the Bahamas.  Nick, a handsome, casually dressed pilot of about 35 years old, with neatly sculpted, thick brown hair and a week’s worth of designer stubble was sat in the cockpit, an aviation headset affixed to his head as he manned the small aircraft.  Bryan, an equally good-looking, suit-wearing blonde man of a similar age was perched in the back. A chorus of loud and rather wet slurping and sucking noises filled the interior of the plane, both men wearing similarly pleasured expressions as the aircraft cruised over the Caribbean paradise. 

“And...uhh...to the left we have...uhh...Neptune’s nest,” Nick announced, his voice soft and breathy, and interspersed with more than a few satisfied coos as a feminine head bobbed and dipped at his crotch.

Hailee Stienfeld’s head popped up from Nick’s lap; a rhythmic *SHLICK* *SCHLOCK* *SCHLICK* competing with the slurping and sucking noises continuing from the backseat, as she started to beat him off.  Hailee peered out of the cockpit window, her hand little more than a neatly manicured blur as she pulled Nick’s dong. Below, marooned in the clear blue Caribbean Sea, was a small island; its heart a rich, lush green, ringed by a halo of golden beach. 

“Ooh, nice!” Hailee exclaimed, as she looked down on the luxury island.  “What do you think, Selena?”

The sucking noises stopped altogether as Selena Gomez’s head rose from Bryan’s crotch; a second chorus of wet stroking sounds synching perfectly with the first as she tugged his throbbing prick. 

“It’s beautiful,” Selena declared, her violent handjob dropping a little in its intensity as she took in the wondrous sight.  “How much?”

Bryan, an employee of the Powell Private Islands real estate agency, read as best he could from a leather bound binder, amid a vicious onslaught from Selena’s skilled left hand. 

“Neptune’s Nest, a 250-acre island in the Bahamas, is currently owned by the...uhhh...Willis family of Raleigh, North Carolina.  It comes equipped with the Willis’...oh, Jesus...luxury five bedroom home, a runway and a...uhhh...helipad, the remaining land free for the next owners to do with as they...uhhh...please.  The Willis’ are looking to sell and the island is currently on the market at 18 million...uhhh...dollars.’’

Hailee looked back at Selena, her arm moving suggestively as she jerked off the pilot.  “So? Nine girls, two mill each. Come on, honey, that’s chump change to you.”

“Uhhh!” Selena exclaimed.  “God, I can’t believe I’m letting you talk me into this.”

“So, that’s a yes,” Haillee squeaked, the brown-haired singer barely able to contain her excitement. 

Selena sighed.  “OK, if the girls are willing to chip in, then yes, let’s do it!”

Hailee unleashed an almighty shriek, so loud and piercing it nearly shattered the windows of the plane; the brunette pulling ever harder at Nick’s pulsing cock in the midst of her joy.

“Uhh, fuck!” Nick bellowed, as the A-list beauty beat his throbbing meat to bursting point.

The plane dipped slightly, the handsome pilot momentarily losing control of the aircraft as his dick erupted in Hailee’s mit; his thick, creamy spunk spewing every which way as she spanked him to a tumultuous climax.

“OH, SHHHIIITTT!!!” Bryan yelled from the backseat, his loud cry stemming from equal parts fear and elation as he too was tugged to orgasm by his own celebrity counterpart.

His dick went off like a rocket, a torrent of piping hot, off-white seed blasting into the air and raining back down over his pristine white shirt and neatly pressed suit pants, not to mention Selena’s hand, the back of the seat in front and the airplane window. 

“Ooh, wow!  What a mess!” Selena declared, as the plane levelled out once more.  Bryan took deep, prolonged breaths; every bit as thankful to have survived Selena’s savage tugjob as he was the pilot’s erratic flying.  “Hope you boys saved some for later!”

MIAMI, FLORIDA. 9 DECEMBER. 22.00 EST

Nick was laid out atop the comfy king size bed of a luxury 5-star hotel room; the rugged pilot practically pinned to the bed by the celebrity duo of Selena Gomez and Hailee Steinfeld as they straddled his supine body.  Hailee was positioned at his crotch; the brown-haired performing perfectly formed squats atop his shredded frame as she bounced on his long, thick cock. Meanwhile, Selena was at the opposite end; the chiseled stud tonguing greedily at her stiff pink clit as she perched on his handsome face.

Both girls were cooing and groaning in perfect synchronicity; the A-list pair praising the pilot on his skilled tongue and oversized penis in equal measure as they straddled his muscled frame.  Selena gripped a handful of his thick brown hair; the Latin beauty holding him between her ass cheeks with such force that he could barely breathe. While Hailee worked her tight, wet pussy up and down his dick; the moist pink lips venturing right up to the head with each pass, before dropping down to the base once more. 

By now, a chorus of moans and groans, both male and female, were filling the expanse of the room; all three parties on the verge of orgasm as the threeway fuck session reached its tumultuos peak.  Hailee was spearing herself repeatedly on Nick’s cock; his swollen head hitting her g-spot with each motion, while Selena was sat on his face like a queen on her throne; her slick, sugary-sweet pussy juices smearing across his lips and chin as he ate her out.   

But the girls weren’t having all the fun.  Oh, no. In fact, Nick was in seventh heaven as he lay back on the king size bed; the muscled stud scoffing away at Selena’s twat like it was his last meal, Hailee’s snatch caressing every nerve and fibre of his rock hard shaft as she guided it up and down his dong.

“Fuck!  I’m gonna cuuuuum!!!” she girls screeched in unison, the final lap of his tongue at Selena’s clit and the last plunge of his bulging, round dickhead into the depths of Hailee’s cooch sparking two equally powerful, equally earth-shattering orgasms that tore through their bodies like California earthquakes. 

But the climaxes didn’t end there, and no sooner had Selena and Haille cum over Nick’s face and dick respectively, had the handsome pilot followed suit.  Selena’s saccharine-sweet girlspunk oozed into his mouth, Hailee’s pussy clenching around his cock as he blew a copious wad of gloopy, boiling spunk into the darkest recesses of her snatch.

“Ugh, fuck!” Nick panted, as the girls climbed down from atop his chiseled frame, a thick creampie slopping from Hailee’s pussy as she dismounted. 

They gathered at his crotch; the A-list duo wrapping their mouths around his junk and sucking the last few drops of seed from the tip of his dick. 

“Mmm!” Hailee exclaimed, licking her lips as she savoured the taste of his spunk.  “Damn, girl! You hired well with this one!”

“Come on, bitch,” Selena replied.  “Did you really expect anything less?”

Hailee giggled.  “No, I guess not.  OK, we better text the girls before it gets too late.”

“Yeah,” Selena agreed.  “Right, up you get, big boy,” she added, patting Nick on the cheek.  “Time for you to ship out. And take your friend with you.” 

She pointed across the room to where Bryan’s nude frame was slumped against the wall.  His flaccid prick trailed down over his thigh, almost to the floor. His head was tilted to the side, his eyes clasped shut like he’d had every ounce of consciousness fucked out of his body.  Nick climbed down off the bed and tugged on his clothes. He gathered Bryan’s suit and shook him firmly to wake him. He hauled the naked, semi-conscious man up by the wrist and threw his muscular arm across his shoulders as he helped him towards the door.   

LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA. 9 DECEMBER. 19.15 PST

Orgasmic cries and screams sounded out from a luxurious six-bedroom house; the impassioned squeals loud enough to disturb the entire neighborhood as Miley Cyrus, Elle Fanning, Chloe Moretz and Ariel Winter licked and lapped, bucked and writhed their way through a frantic all-girl foursome.  Phones buzzed inside designer clutch bags and on gleaming glass coffee tables between half-drunk cocktails and piles of cocaine as four identical text messages graced their inboxes.

NASHVILLE, TENNESSEE. 9 DECEMBER. 21.15 CST

Marvin, the handsome black elevator operator at the Windsor Park hotel was stood in a small storage closet, trembling from head to foot as Paramore frontwoman Hayley Williams knelt between his legs; the punky redhead working her stark red lips up and down his girthy coal dark dong.  Her designer handbag was sat beside her; a new text from Hailee Stenfield illuminating the screen on her brand new iPhone 11 as she went about her business.

*

Across town, Travis, a notable male attendee of Taylor’s Southern Soiree, was stood in a plush, lavishly decorated bedroom, Carrie Underwood’s slender arms wrapped around his chiseled, sweat-gleamed frame as he threw her up and down on his 10 inch wang.  Carrie’s phone chimed on the nightstand, the text tone entirely drowned out by her shrill, ear-piercing screams as the southern stud speared her on his cock.

LONDON, ENGLAND. 10 DECEMBER. 03.15 GMT

A shiny silver sports car was parked haphazardly across the driveway of an opulent West London home.  The driver’s side and right rear doors were left open, as was the door to the house; a trail of clothing, both male and female, leading from the luxury vehicle, through the hallway and into the living room.  Emma Watson was knelt on a plush leather sofa, her svelte frame sandwiched between the muscular, ebony and ivory bodies of Big British Bash partygoers Leon and Craig; their long, thick cocks embedded in her ass and pussy respectively as they double teamed her on the couch. 

Emma’s phone buzzed in the depths of her clutch bag as she received the same text message as her transatlantic pals.  Attached was an aerial image of a stunning, picturesque Caribbean island. The message read;

Hey, girls.  Taylor’s birthday gift.  Two million each. Who’s in?

End of Chapter 1
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Re: Dirty 30 (Taylor Swift and friends)
« Reply #1 on: December 08, 2019, 11:55:14 AM »
Taylor has the most generous friends.  Can't wait to see what antics they get up to for this adventure  ;)
 
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Re: Dirty 30 (Taylor Swift and friends)
« Reply #2 on: December 08, 2019, 01:11:34 PM »
Outstanding and a very worthy successor to Taylor's Southern Soiree! I can't wait to see where this goes!

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Re: Dirty 30 (Taylor Swift and friends)
« Reply #3 on: December 12, 2019, 05:27:48 AM »
Chapter 2

Starring: Hayley Williams and Carrie Underwood

NASHVILLE, TENNESSEE. 12 DECEMBER. 13.00 CST

A gleaming black BMW i8 pulled up to the curb outside a large, lavish home in suburban Nashville.  Sat behind the steering wheel was Carrie Underwood; her long blonde hair tied in a loose bun at the back of her head.  She wore a red and black flannel shirt unbuttoned over a faded Rolling Stones t-shirt; the tight garment clinging to her upper half like a second skin, her nipples poking through the thin fabric like they were plotting an escape. 

A number of small, wide-angle cameras were affixed to the sparkling clean windows via suction cup; the country singer addressing the one on her windshield as a live video streamed across her social media.  Music was playing on the stereo, a cool box stocked full with cans of pre-mixed cocktails and bottles of beer sat in the backseat. 

“Hey, guys.  Thank you for tuning in.  Here I am outside the home of the beautiful Miss Hayley Williams.  We’re heading down to Miami to surprise Taylor for her birthday. 30 years young.”  She put her hand to her mouth, as though she was saying it discreetly. “And someone,” she said, pointing in the direction of Hayley’s home, “had the fantastic,” she rolled her eyes, “idea of driving down to South Florida, rather than, you know, just hopping on a plane.

“So, since I’m gonna be stuck in this car for the next 13 hours, I thought it might be fun to film it, so y’all can see what we get up to on our road trip.  As you can probably see, I’ve fitted out my ride with a whole bunch of cameras and I’ve hired a computer geek here in Nashville to cut between them when required, to insure that you,” she pointed at the camera, “don’t miss a thing.”

Carrie checked her expensive looking, gold plated wrist watch.  “Ugh,” she groaned, “this girl is always late. COME ON, BITCH!” she yelled, honking impatiently on her car horn.

The front door opened. 

“Ah, here she comes,” said Carrie.  She picked up her phone and zoomed in on Hayley’s home, the editor cutting to the handheld angle as a gorgeous black girl with a thick, neatly styled afro passed through the open doorway.  “Oh, she’s got company. What a surprise.”   

Two men; one white, one black, then strolled through the doorway, followed by two more men and another girl.

“Wow!” Carrie exclaimed.  “No wonder she’s running late!”

Finally, Miss Williams herself emerged from the luxury home; the punk singer waving goodbye to her visitors as she locked her front door behind her.  She blew a kiss to Carrie as she approached her vehicle, wheeling a pricey designer suitcase behind her as she went. She wore a thin, snug-fitting grey hoody and a pair of ripped black jeans; so tight they looked like they’d been sprayed on.  She popped her suitcase in the trunk then opened the passenger door; greeting her A-list friend warmly as she climbed into the vehicle. 

“Hey, bitch!” Carrie shrieked excitedly.

“Hey, girl,” Hayley replied, leaning over the gearshift, puckering her lips and giving her friend a kiss so slow and sensual it had most of their audience pitching a tent in their pants already.  “Let’s get this show on the road!”

*

Carrie and Hayley’s road trip live stream had certainly started well, but if their viewers thought their all-star smooch was a sign of things to come, they were sadly mistaken.  Indeed, as Carrie’s Beemer cruised through the city streets and onto the freeway, those watching were treated to little more than two hours of beer sipping, hip flask swigging, blunt passing and inane chatter.  Not to mention renditions of “Bohemian Rhapsody”, “Workin’ 9 to 5”, “That Don’t Impress Me Much”, “Single Ladies” and host of other tunes, that were so far from their best work that had the big wigs at their record companies been watching (and who’s to say they weren’t?), they’d have pulled the plug on their lucrative contracts at the drop of a hat.

After waiting expectantly through 120 minutes plus of tone deaf sing alongs and talk of yoga, facials (not that kind) and manicures, some members of the audience began to lose their patience.  Some had bitten the bullet and clicked over to PornHub, while others had angrily closed the lids on their laptops and stormed off in a rage of pent up frustration. But after nearly three hours, those who had stuck with the tedious live stream were finally rewarded.  After talk of clothes, dieting and working out for what felt like an eternity, the girls finally moved onto the discussion of sex.

“Selena,” said Carrie, puffing on a joint and billowing smoke into the already hazy, thoroughly hotboxed interior of her car, “now there’s a girl who knows how to lick twat.”

“Oh yeah,” Hayley replied, taking a swig from a bottle of Bud.  “I love how she just buries her face between your thighs and doesn’t come back up until the job is done!  But, for me, the all-time greatest pussy eater has got to be Taylor.”

After a three hour chat so dull and monotonous it could have put most insomnia sufferers into a coma, the discussion of all-star lady loving was music to the viewers’ ears.  Indeed, some were already pulling themselves senseless at the mere mention of sexual activity. But they hadn’t seen anything yet, and as Carrie and Hayley debated the cunilingual prowess of their many celebrity pals, the girls began to grow a little aroused themselves.

“Mmm, yeah, totally!” Carrie purred in agreement.  “That technique of hers where she rolls her tongue around your clit.  My God! I’m getting hot just thinking about it.”

“Hmm, really?” asked Hayley, placing a hand on Carrie’s thigh, her black tipped fingers inching towards the crotch of jeans.  “So you are,” she grinned, feeling the warmth emanating from between her thighs. “Wet too.”

By now, Hayley was rubbing lewdly at Carrie’s crotch, tonguing at her ear and nibbling on her lobe as the country starlet did her best to concentrate on the road ahead. 

“Oh God, baby!” Carrie groaned.  “You’re gonna make me crash the car!”

Hayley giggled.  “Well, then you better pull over, hadn’t you?”

People from across the globe watched on with bated breath as they awaited Carrie’s reply. 

“Good idea,” she said, checking her rear view mirror for oncoming cars as she switched on her blinker.

A cheer went up from excited menfolk the world over, as Carrie’s shiny BMW moved into the next lane, then eased to a stop at the side of the highway. 

WHITESIDE, TENNESSEE. 12 DECEMBER. 15.15 CST

Carrie Underwood was laid out across the plush leather backseat of her flash black sports car as Hayley Williams straddled her supine frame, both women nude as they days they were born, their clothing strewn across the rear of the vehicle.  Their bodies were interlocked in the 69 position; Hayley’s knees positioned either side of Carrie’s pretty blonde head, her tight pink pussy perched on her face, arms wrapped around her thighs as she burrowed between her legs.

After a slow start, people were now tuning into the lillict live stream in their millions.  The editor cut regularly between two cameras positioned on each of the rear windows. The first offered a spectacular view of Hayley’s peachy, round butt squatted on Carrie’s face; the country singer digging her fingers into the rock chick’s creamy white ass cheeks as tongued at her snatch.  The second camera was aimed directly between Carrie’s splayed thighs as Hayley lapped at her stiff pink clit.

A chorus of muffled coos and groans filled the rear of the vehicle; the steady refrain accompanied by the whizzing by of passing cars and interspersed with the occasional honk, as their occupants caught a brief glimpse of the girl-girl action taking place on the back seat.  By now, the A-list duo were scoffing at each others twats like they hadn’t eaten in days; oodles of sticky, wet girlcum smearing across their mouths as they ate each other out. 

Carrie teased Hayley’s butthole with a lengthy nailed finger before slipping it inside; the randy blonde munching on her girlfriend’s box as she jammed the manicured digit up her ass.  Carrie worked her finger back and forth inside Hayley’s rectum; the country starlet plunging it right down to the second knuckle with each pass as she tongued her pussy from below. People were watching on from all four corners of the world; beating themselves senseless in front of phones, tablets and computer screens as the all-star sapphic action raged on.         

By this stage, Hayley was lapping at her friend’s cunt like a woman possessed; the auburn beauty flicking her tongue back forth across her erect clit like a deadly viper.  It wasn’t long before both women were on the verge of orgasm; every lap, lick, suck and slurp bringing them ever closer to the point of release. 

Horny viewers the world over were pulling their pulsing pricks like their lives depended on it, some spewing their second or third loads already as they watched on from across the globe.  And they weren’t the only ones in the midst of an orgasm. Indeed, by now Carrie and Hayley had lapped and tongued, fingered and fucked one another into ecstasy; the celebrity duo cradling one another with all their might as equally violent, bone shaking orgasms ripped through their slender frames. 

The girls puffed and panted as they came down from their orgasms; sticky, clear pussy juices coating their lips as they finally came up for air.  Hayley turned around and laid atop Carrie’s supine form as they met for a kiss; the randy duo swapping tongues like gifts on Christmas morn as they locked their glossy pink lips.

“Damn, girl!” Hayley exclaimed.  “That tongue giving Taylor’s a run for its money!  You been practicing?”

“Maybe,” Carrie replied, placing a finger between her twin rows of sparkling white teeth in a thoroughly unconvincing display of innocence. 

“Fuck, those country girlfriends of yours are some lucky bitches!”

The pair locked lips once more, Hayley grinding against Carrie’s hot nude body as they pulled tongue in the back of the car.  Carrie wrapped her legs around Hayley’s hips; the blonde singer pinning her auburn counterpart like a professional wrestler as she ground against her crotch.  By now, the girls were devouring each other’s mouths like horny teens; the A-list duo bucking and writhing against one another like bitches in heat. 

Carrie released her grip on Hayley’s hips and the redhead squatted between her splayed legs, holding her ankles for support as she ground against her burning crotch.  Before long, the girls were scissoring each other to within an inch of their lives; their slick, wet pussies slip-sliding across one another as they ground their bodies together.  Carrie clawed at Hayley’s ass; squeezing, caressing and even smacking her supple cheeks as she ground against her pussy. Meanwhile, Hayley was sucking on Carrie’s toes; the auburn songstress licking and tonguing at her pedicured tootsies as they scissored wildly in the backseat of the car.

By this stage, their viewers were beating off harder than ever before; some working on their fourth or fifth loads of the afternoon as they watched the sapphic stream play out.  Back in the Beemer, Carrie and Hayley were bucking and grinding against one another like there was no tomorrow; their stiff pink clits rubbing together, a cocktail of sticky, clear girlspunk greasing their twats in equal measure as they ground them together.  They screamed at the tops of their lungs, so loud their orgasmic cries would have been audible for miles around if not for the procession of cars whizzing by on the freeway beside them.

Drivers continued to honk and yell out of windows as they passed the parked car, some nearly rear ending the vehicle in front as they caught a short look at the all-star lesbian rutting taking place inside.  By now, the girls were about to cum once more; their usually gorgeous faces screwed in all manner of unsightly ways as they bucked and ground each other to another explosive orgasm. 

“Phew!” said Hayley, straddling Carrie’s lap as they sat facing one another, cradling each other in their slender arms.  “That was fun!”

“Mmhmm,” Carrie agreed, giving Hayley a kiss on the lips.  “Perhaps we should go find a diner. I’ve worked up quite an appetite!”

“Good idea.  Maybe there’ll be a guy there for us to share!”

The girls got dressed and returned to the front seat.  Carrie addressed the camera on the windshield as she pulled back onto the freeway and set off in search for cock.

“Maybe you boys should put those dicks away for a bit,” she declared, flashing a wink at the lens.  “You’ll be needing them again shortly!”

End of Chapter 2
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Re: Dirty 30 (Taylor Swift and friends)[Chapter 2 posted]
« Reply #4 on: December 13, 2019, 09:53:51 AM »
Chapter 3

Starring: Hayley Williams and Carrie Underwood

FAIR OAKS, GEORGIA. 12 DECEMBER. 18.30 EST

“Hey, guys,” said Carrie Underwood, the camera lens of her expensive new iPhone trained on her pretty face as she shot a selfie-style video for her adoring fans.  “If you’ve only just tuned into our live stream, boy, have y’all have been missing out. But if you are only just joining us, here we are in this little roadside diner in...where are we again?” 

She flipped the camera on Hayley Williams; the auburn songstress sat across from her at a small table, forking a mouthful of syrup soaked pancake between her lips.

“Fair Oaks, Georgia,” she replied, taking a sip of her black coffee- Irished with a splash of bourbon.

“Ah, yes, that’s right,” said Carrie, turning the camera back on herself.  “Just north of Atlanta. So anyway, we’d been driving for a while, and doing a few other things along the way,” she added with a grin, “and thought we’d pull in here for a bite to eat.”

Just then, a voice could be heard from off screen as a waitress addressed the A-list diners.

“Hey, ya’ll,” she said in a thick Southern accent.  “How you ladies likin’ your meal tonight?”

“Fine, thank you, darlin’,” Carrie smiled back.

“Well, that’s just great.  Can I get either of y’all a refill?”

“Please,” said Carrie, discreetly flipping her camera on the gorgeous blonde waitress as she topped up her cup with piping hot coffee, offering a spectacular view of her whopping DD cleavage as she did so.

“Thanks, hon’,” Carrie grinned, training her phone on the hypnotic sway of the waitress’ thick, juicy ass as she sauntered back across the diner.  “God, I love the South, don’t you? Speaking of which, those bacon and eggs didn’t really hit the spot. Any Southern studs in this joint to really sate my appetite?”

She panned across the diner, past the mullet-sporting hicks and overweight women with their overweight kids, stopping at a trucker sat across the way, leafing through the pages of a local newspaper.  He looked to be in his early 40’s, his chiselled jawline marked by a crop of salt and pepper beard stubble. Locks of long brown hair flowed out from under the brim of an Atlanta Falcons mesh hat. Large biceps bulged under the sleeves of a blue and grey flannel.   

“Ooh,” Carrie purred, zooming in on him as he slurped from a cup of joe, “what do we have here?”

“Hmm,” Hayley added, “looks like he could use a little company.”

“Uh huh,” Carrie agreed.  “Go on, bitch. Get over there and work your magic.”

Hayley smirked and hopped up from her seat.  Carrie filmed from the table as Hayley made her approach.  She greeted the handsome man and offered him a dainty hand as a brief exchange took place.  The mic on Carrie’s iPhone couldn’t pick up what Hayley had said to him, but whatever it was it clearly had the desired effect.  In no time at all, she was beckoning Carrie over as the trucker rose from his seat. By the time she made it across the diner, Hayley and the trucker were already disappearing into the ladies’ bathroom.  Carrie followed them inside. Hayley’s body was pressed up against his; one hand roaming across his shredded torso, while the other went for his cock.

“Damn, girl!” Carrie exclaimed.  “You work quickly, huh?”

Hayley giggled.  “Carrie, this is Shawn.”

“Pleasure,” said Carrie.

“Likewise,” Shawn replied, shaking her soft paw.

“Why don’t you give him that camera so we can have a little fun?” Hayley suggested.

“Mmm, good idea.”

Carrie handed her phone to Shawn.  He held it aloft in the POV style, watching through the screen as the celebrity pair squatted at his feet.  Carrie and Hayley turned to one another and started making out, Shawn’s dick growing and stiffening in his stonewashed jeans as they locked their lips before him.  Hayley started to unbuckle his belt, while Carrie pawed at his crotch; her brown eyes bulging as she felt the thick, tubular lump protruding from within. 

“Oh, my!” she declared, the girls breaking from their kiss as she felt the giant cock swelling in his pants.  “We picked a good one here, girl!”

“I know, right!” Hayley agreed, turning to face Shawn as she unbuttoned his jeans.

Carrie licked up and down the outline of his shaft; his dick twitching under the fabric of his jeans as Hayley unzipped his fly.  The girls slipped their twin sets of neatly painted nails under the waistband of his boxers, whipping down both his jeans and the tight white undergarments in a single motion.  His dick sprung out like a jack-in-the-box; the long, girthy member flopping up and down before their very eyes.

“Sweet Jesus!” Carrie exclaimed.  “It’s freakin’ huge!”

It really was.  Ten inches long with girth to match.  Thick, juicy veins travelled up and down the shaft like strands of ivy.  A bush of untrimmed brown pubes plumed at the base, while a set of big, heavy balls dangled pendulously between his thighs. 

Without further ado, the girls parted their glossy pink lips and got down to business.  To start, they wrapped their mouths around the shaft; Shawn’s thick, veiny pole sandwiched between their plump sets of shiny pink dickpleasers as they pressed them together around it.  They worked their lips up and down his dong in perfect unison, from the head right down to the base; tonguing at the shaft and bathing it in oodles of sticky, warm spittle as they went. 

The view count on their live stream continued to rise with every passing second and, before long, people across the globe were tuning in, dropping their pants and beating off as they watched it unfold.  By this stage, Carrie had moved up to the head; the blonde beauty tonguing at the seeping tip as she fed the swollen crown between her lips. Meanwhile, Hayley was taking care of the balls; the randy redhead wrapping her lips around each of the swollen, spunk-filled gonads one at a time and sucking on them like boiled candies.

Shawn could scarcely believe his eyes.  He’d only stopped at this little roadside diner for a coffee and a couple of waffles, and here he was; pants down in the ladies’ bathroom while a pair of A-list singers tended to his junk!  By now, Carrie was bobbing her head like nobody’s business; her juicy pink lips roaming up and down his lengthy prong like a glass elevator, while Hayley gobbled at his balls like she hadn’t eaten in days; the auburn beauty slathering them in an ungodly amount of spittle as she went.  Before long, Carrie had choked his dick right down to the balls; all ten of his thick, veiny inches vanishing between her lips like a magic trick.

“Ooh, wow!” Hayley cooed; the tawny songstress in awe of her girlfriend’s deepthroating abilities.

But Carrie wasn’t done yet, and no sooner had her lips returned to the tip of Shawn’s penis, had she plunged them down to the base once more; the country singer swallowing the lengthy prong with as little fuss or bother as she had the first time.  A few minutes and several deepthroating passes later, Carrie finally retrieved Shawn’s dick from between her pouty pink lips; the blonde babe sharing it briefly with Hayley, before the redheaded rocker took her turn on the oversized wang.

By now, people were stroking themselves senseless the world over; randy males from New England to New South Wales spewing loads left, right and centre as they watched the stream playout.  Carrie dipped down to get at Shawn’s balls, while Hayley took care of the shaft; the punk singer staring a hole through the handsome trucker as she sucked greedily at his dick. Her lips roamed up and down his pole at a frankly alarming rate; the redhead sucking and slurping at every inch that came her way, slathering it in volumes of spittle as she too choked the girthy schlong right down to the hilt.

Carrie and Hayley shared Shawn’s genitals for some time; treating not just the man himself, but their loyal viewership to the sheer wealth of tricks and techniques their skilled mouths were capable of.  They lapped at his shaft, encircled at his head, tongued at his pisshole and sucked on his balls, taking every opportunity to squeeze the oversized member between their glossed up pairs of soft, plump dicksucker lips and swallow it down to the balls with consummate ease.

Shawn held strong for a remarkably long time; the chiseled hunk more than holding his own amid a vicious dual assault from a pair of A-list mouths, while his spectating counterparts were losing their loads every which way.  Indeed, some members of the audience had blown their beans three or four times already; the diligent viewers regarding Shawn’s semen retention as some form of Southern witchcraft.

Finally though, after 30+ minutes of grade A dick slurping, deepthroating and ball sucking, Shawn was ready to blow.  In fact, the handsome trucker was practically shaking in his snakeskin boots; his balls churning, his dick throbbing like an athlete’s ticker as he was sucked six ways from Sunday by the celebrity duo. 

“Fuck!  I’m gonna cum!” he blurted out, the Southern stud prizing his dick from the twin sets of shiny pink lips that it was sandwiched between and jerking the spit-slicked wang like his life depended on it.

“Mmm, yeah, come on, baby!  Shoot that load!” Carrie purred, reaching up to fondle is heavy ballsack.  “Hose us down with that piping hot stud juice!”

Carrie and Hayley licked at his bulging head; their slick red tongues flicking against one another as they lapped at the seeping tip.  Shawn’s dick was pulsing in his hand, his A-list counterparts beginning him for his cum as he pulled himself off. Then, they got what they asked for. 

“Ugh! FUUUCCCKKK!!!” Shawn bellowed at the top of his voice, Carrie’s phone shaking in his hand as a jet of thick, gloopy spunk shot from the hole in his dick, splattering across both ladies’ flawless facial features in equal measure. 

It went everywhere; across their cheeks, over their lips and noses and dripped from their chins.  Some even got caught in their eyelashes and streaked their shiny hair.

“Damn!” Hayley exclaimed.  “Now that’s what I call a pit stop!”

“Uh huh,” Carrie agreed.  “Maybe this road trip wasn’t such a bad idea after all!”

Shawn handed Carrie back her phone.

“Thanks, hon’,” she said, flashing him a wink as she took it from him.  She pointed the camera at her cum-streaked face. “Hope you enjoyed that, guys.  But don’t go anywhere just yet, ‘cause we’re just getting started!”

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Re: Dirty 30 (Taylor Swift and friends)[Chapter 3 posted]
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Chapter 4

Starring: Hayley Williams and Carrie Underwood

CALLAHAN, FLORIDA. 13 DECEMBER. 00.15 EST

Carrie Underwood and Hayley Williams were laid on their fronts, side by side on a double bed.  Both women were kitted out in their finest bedroom attire of tight-fitting t-shirts and skimpy white panties, their tube sock clad feet stuck up in mid air behind them as they addressed Carrie’s outstretched camera phone.

“Hey, everyone,” said Carrie, smiling warmly at the camera lens.  “I can’t imagine for a second that there’s anyone who is only just now tuning into our stream, but in case I’m mistaken, here we are in this shitty little motel in Northern Florida.  I wanted to go stay in a five-star hotel in Jacksonville, but someone,” she pointed a thumb at Hayley, “said that staying in a place like this would offer a more authentic road trip experience.”

“And it has, hasn’t it?” Hayley interjected.

“I guess.  But if I get chlamydia from these disgusting bed sheets then I’m blaming you.”

“You do that.  So, anyway, we found an escort service online and ordered ourselves a couple of studs who should be along soon.  And to ensure that you guys don’t miss anything, we’ve put up cameras all around this motel room. So make sure you stick around, ‘cause y’all are in for a treat!”

There was a knock at the door.

“Ooh! That’ll be them!” Carrie yelped excitedly.

The editor cut to one of the wall mounted cameras as Carrie set down her phone; the A-list duo hopping down off the bed and bounding hand in hand towards the door.  Hayley opened the door. Waiting patiently on the other side were two very handsome, very well muscled young men. One was white, the other black; both of the Southern studs wearing tank tops and skinny fit jeans, their matching get ups doing little to obscure the considerable bulk of their rippling torsos or the snake-like bulges of their respective endowments.

“Get in here, boys,” said Carrie; the girls gripping their hired hunks by their tight white tank tops and dragging them inside. 

They led them across to the bed.  Carrie pushed Jaylen, the young black guy, down onto the edge of the bed and knelt on the floor between his thighs.  Meanwhile, Blake, the handsome white man, laid Hayley down on the mattress and crawled between her splayed legs. Jeans were dropped and panties were shed and in practically no time at all, Blake’s head was buried between Hayley’s tighs, while Carrie bobbed and dipped at Jaylen’s crotch.

Coos and groans, both male and female, quickly filled the room as celebs and manwhores alike scoffed at their respective partners like feeding time at the zoo.  Carrie’s lips were roaming up and down Jaylen’s schlong at a frankly alarming rate; the blonde beauty accommodating an additional inch of the jet black shaft with each pass.  Hayley gripped a handful of Blake’s his thick brown hair; the randy redhead holding him so tightly between her spread thighs that he couldn’t have escaped if he’d wanted to. 

Once Jaylen’s cock was wet with her spittle, Carrie climbed up onto the bed; the country starlet resting her knees on each side of his bulky thighs as she straddled his chiseled frame.  She reached back and gripped his dick around mid-shaft; the horny songstress rubbing the coal-black tip against her slick pink gash before feeding it inside. And she wasn’t the only one the only getting her tight, wet snatch filled with hired cock.  Indeed, Blake’s grade A pussy eating skills had Hayley cumming in a matter of minutes; the shredded young manwhore barely allowing the redhead the opportunity to come down from her orgasm before he was up on his knees and burying his cock inside her.

Before long, the A-list friends and their rented hunks were making enough noise to keep the entire motel awake.  Deep roars and shrill shrieks of pleasure carried through the walls and beyond, while the worn out mattress squeaked like a nest of mice, the headboard banging against the wall so hard that grains of plaster were piling on the floor.  Carrie was hopping and bouncing atop Jaylen’s muscled frame like a bucking bronco, her peachy, round ass clattering repeatedly with his thighs, the lips of her snug pink pussy sinking to the base of his dong with each pass she took. 

Meanwhile, Blake was pounding away at Hayley’s snatch like a man possessed; the chiseled manwhore driving every inch of his thick, girthy dong into its depths with each pass.  Explicit utterances were yelled back and forth from singers and escorts alike; each of the impassioned cries louder and more cuss-filled than the one that preceded it. 

“Ride that dick, baby!” Jaylen bellowed, the dark-skinned stud smacking Carrie’s supple ass as she hopped up and down on his dong.  “Bounce on that big black cock, you fucking white slut!”

“Yes!  Fuck me!” Hayley screamed at the top of her lungs, the auburn beauty gripping Blake’s muscle bound butt cheeks as he drilled her with his dick.  “Pound my tight pussy with that fat fucking cock!”

It wasn’t long before both ladies were on the verge of climax; every deep, g-spot hitting pass of their chosen dick making them cry out in tumultuous ecstasy. 

“Oh, fuck!  I’m gonna fucking cuuuum!!!” the girls screamed in unison.

And then they did just that.  Equally intense, equally ground shaking climaxes tore through their bodies as their designated studs pounded them into submission.  But they weren’t finished yet, not by a long shot, and no sooner had the ladies cum all over their chosen cock, had they retrieved it from their depths and moved onto the other.  Before long, they had worked their way through every position and formation under the sun; the celebrity babes and their hired hunks trying out poses and configurations that even the most imaginative of porno directors couldn't have dreamt up. 

At one point, Hayley was perched on Carrie’s face; the redhead sucking on Jaylen’s long black dick, while Blake plougher her fair haired friend from the other end.  At another, Hayley was going down on Carrie; Blake drilling the punk singer from behind, while Jaylen squatted over her country counterpart and dipped his heavy dark balls in her mouth.  And on and on it went. By this stage, people were joining the illicit live stream in their thousands with every passing second; men from all four corners of the globe and all walks of life pulling their pulsing pricks as the A-list beauties went through enough fourway formations to re-write the Kama Sutra.

At one stage, Hayley was eating Carrie out from behind; the blonde sucking Blake’s veiny, fat cock, while Jaylen pounded her girlfriend in doggy style.  At another, Hayley was sitting on Blake’s face, Carrie hopping up and down on his cock while Jaylen fucked her mouth. And so on and so forth. Over the course of the next two hours, the two Southern songstresses and their pair of rented studs licked and dicked, sucked and fucked in every way imaginable; the A-list babes and their loyal viewers cumming countless times along the way.

Somehow, and much to the audience’s dismay, Blake and Jaylen had managed to retain their loads throughout the entirety of the foursome; the chiseled manwhores withstanding countless explicit and untamed sexual acts that would’ve seen lesser mortals spewing their wads in a matter of moments.  Finally, and after three straight hours of rampant fourway fucking, the handsome escorts were fit to burst.

To wrap up, Hayley and Carrie formed a 69 in the centre of the bed, the redhead on top and the blonde on the bottom.  Blake and Jaylen positioned themselves at either end and got down to work. Jaylen was drilling Carrie in the missionary position, while Blake took Hayley in doggy; both men regularly pulling their dicks from their respective vaginas and feeding them into the other girl’s waiting mouth, before returning it from whence it came.  Hayley and Carrie tongued at each other’s clits; the celebrity sluts taking every opportunity to gobble at a pair of balls or suck a cock right out of their friend’s cunt as they were fucked from either end. 

Blake and Jaylen switched from pussy to mouth and back again until they could hold out no longer.  At almost exactly the same time; both men let out deep, guttural roars and loads of hot cum. Jaylen pulled out of Carrie’s snatch at the very last second; the burly black stud feeding his cock between Hayley’s juicy pink lips as he shot as his wad.  Moments later, Blake went off inside Hayley’s pussy; the shredded hunk blasting a thick, gloopy creampie into her deepest recesses as he emptied his balls inside her. Blake retrieved his dick from the vice-like grip of Hayley’s twat, Carrie’s lips agape in wait of the piping hot seed that came slopping out.  The girls knelt facing one another; the two singers swapping their twin spunkloads back and forth until they each had an equal measure, closing their lips and swallowing them down. 

“Mmm!  That’s some tasty cum, right?” said Carrie, licking her glossy, plump lips and meeting her girlfriend for a kiss.

“Mmhmm,” Hayley murmured in agreement, “delicious!”

The two girls looked across at Blake and Jaylen; both of the chiseled manwhores panting like they’d just run a marathon as they stood at the side of the bed. 

“It sure was,” said Carrie as she eyed their still hard cocks with ferocious intent; the three solid hours of two on two rutting clearly not enough to satisfy her sexual appetite.  “Either of you boys got any more?”

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Re: Dirty 30 (Taylor Swift and friends)[Chapter 4 posted]
« Reply #6 on: December 15, 2019, 05:13:42 AM »
Chapter 5

Starring: Taylor Swift, Selena Gomez, Hailee Steinfeld, Miley Cyrus, Elle Fanning, Chloe Moretz, Ariel Winter, Hayley Williams, Carrie Underwood and Emma Watson

LONDON, ENGLAND. 13 DECEMBER. 09.45 BST

A jet sat juiced up and ready to go on the north runway at London’s Heathrow airport.  British Airways flight 207 was packed to the rafters; every chair from the cockpit to the hold was occupied, save for one solitary seat in first class.  Those onboard were starting to get impatient. The flight had been delayed by fifteen minutes and counting as the cabin crew waited for the last remaining passenger to arrive.

An announcement squawked from every PA system across the airport’s Terminal 2, from the check in desks, to the duty free.   

“Would the passenger Miss E. Watson please go to gate 17.  The plane is waiting to depart. That’s Miss E. Watson to gate 17.  Thank you.”

A large breasted blonde flight attendant was sprawled out on a toilet seat in the ladies’ bathroom when the announcement was made.  Her legs were spread as wide as they would go, her baby blue skirt wrapped around her waist like a cotton belt. Her frilly French knickers were dangling from her ankle, a steady refrain of soft, impassioned coos escaping her glossy pink lips as a second woman burrowed between her splayed thighs.       

“Miss...uhh...Miss Watson, I think they’re...uhh...calling you,” the flight attendant groaned.

Emma Watson looked up at her, the stewardess’ sticky, clear girlspunk smeared across her mouth as she emerged from between her legs.

“Bitch, I could buy that friggin’ jet if I wanted to.  They can wait. Now don’t interrupt me again.”

She buried her face back between her thighs and continued from where she left off.

CALLAHAN, FLORIDA. 13 DECEMBER. 08.45 EST

The door to room 14 at the Motel 6 in Callahan, Florida was eased open and Blake and Jaylen stepped out into the parking lot; the tired looking, bleary eyed escorts carrying large wads of cash as they headed to their car.  Minutes later, Carrie Underwood and Hayley Williams emerged from within the pokey motel room. They looked distinctly fresher than their two male counterparts, despite having gotten about four hours sleep between them, not to mention snorting up countless bumps of cocaine, popping more pills than a geriatric and chugging more booze than a teen at a kegger, amid a six hour plus bout of ceaseless fourway fucking.  The girls loaded their suitcases into the trunk of Carrie’s beemer and climbed inside, sparking up a morning joint for the road as they headed onto Miami.

LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA. 13 DECEMBER. 06.15 PST

A black, gas-guzzling SUV parked up between the shiny silver sports cars in the driveway of a luxury Beverly Hills mansion.  A rear door opened and expensive-looking, designer stiletto heels planted themselves on the floor one by one as Miley Cyrus climbed out from inside.  She approached the front door and gave it a knock. Taylor answered and Miley greeted her with a warm embrace.

“Happy birthday, bitch!” she said in her familiar husky voice.

“Thanks, girl!” Taylor shrieked back.  “We good to go?” she asked, designer suitcase at the ready as she stood in the open doorway.

“Uh uh.”  Miley shook her head.  “Not yet, girl. Get your butt back up to that bedroom.”

“Hmm,” Taylor smirked, raising an eyebrow suggestively, “I like a girl who likes to take charge.”

“God, you’ve got a one track mind, Taylor!” Miley exclaimed.  “Come on, bitch. Get that cute little ass up those stairs.”

Perplexed, Taylor did as she was told, lest she suffer the consequences.  Miley followed Taylor up the stairs and into the master bedroom.

“Right, there’s a few things we need,” said Miley.  “Blindfold. I know you have one.”

“Bitch, I’ve got an entire drawerful,” Taylor replied, crossing the room and opening a container filled with blindfolds of every colour and material.

Miley chose a black satin one.  “Cuffs.”

Taylor pulled open a second drawer, this one stuffed to the brim with different styles of handcuff.  Miley took out a frilly pink pair. “And a paddle. In case you feel the urge to remove your blindfold.”

Taylor opened a cabinet at the far side of the room, revealing a number of S&M accessories hanging from hooks on the wall.  Whips, riding crops, floggers and lots and lots of paddles. Miley selected one, fixed the cuffs to Taylor’s wrists and covered her eyes with the blindfold.  “OK,’ she said, tapping the paddle against her palm, “now we can go.”

Miley led Taylor back downstairs and out to the car.  She opened the rear door, a thick cloud of weed smoke billowing out as she guided her inside.  Elle Fanning was perched in the passenger’s seat, with Chloe Moretz behind the wheel. Ariel Winter was sat in the back and screeched excitedly at Taylor as she climbed into the car. 

“Happy birthday, Taylor!”  She gave Taylor a hug and plunged her blindfolded face into the depths of her DD cleavage.  The popstar, with her hands cuffed behind her back, was powerless to resist. Not that she wanted to, of course.  “We’ve got a surprise for you, bitch!”

The girls let out an almighty shriek, waking damn near the entire neighborhood as the car pulled away and sped down the private road.

SOMEWHERE OVER THE ATLANTIC. 13 DECEMBER. 12.00 UTC-3

Jesse was stood in the first class bathroom aboard British Airways flight 207, the handsome flight attendant cooing like a wounded animal as Emma Watson knelt at his feet; her lips roaming up and down his ten inch wang from the head to the base as she blew him into a coma.

FAVORETTA, FLORIDA. 13 DECEMBER. 10.15 EST

A shiny black BMW was parked up at the side of the North Florida freeway.  Cars speed by, honking en masse. Some had their occupants hanging out of windows with cell phones clutched in their hands.  Others nearly plowed straight into jersey barriers, as Hayley Williams’ slender frame was bent over the hood. Carrie Underwood was positioned behind her; filming on her phone as she drilled the auburn songstress with a long pink strapon.

SOMEWHERE OVER TEXAS. 13 DECEMBER. 11.15 CST

The cabin of Miley Cyrus’ luxury private jet was abuzz with excited chatter and high pitched cackling as the actress-singer and her A-list pals passed around joints, popped pills and hoovered up lines of coke like their lives depended on it.  Two beautiful, scantily clad air hostesses, one white, one black, were doing the rounds with trays of exotic cocktails, the girls sinking the strong drinks faster than a handsome, bowtie-wearing barman could pour them. Taylor Swift could scarcely contain her excitement at the prospect of her surprise gift and had been trying to guess what it might be since takeoff. 

“A party?”

“Well, I’m sure we’ll be having lots of parties,” Elle Fanning replied.  “But there’s more to it than that.”

“A house?”

“Nope.”

“A...helicopter?”

“Uh uh.”

“A Ferrari?”

“Pfft!” razzed Chloe Moretz.  “Bitch, you know we can do better than that!”

Taylor, still bearing the cuffs and blindfold from the drive to the airstrip, continued to guess, but after a while her friends simply ceased to respond, and instead decided to play a little parlour game based around the singer’s predicament.  The rules were simple. Each of the ladies would, in turn, drop their panties, back up to the blindfolded beauty and stick her face in their ass. Taylor would then have a minute to guess who was who by the taste of her pussy alone. They uncuffed the birthday girl and the game got underway.

The first girl bent over before her, placing a hand at the back of Taylor’s pretty blonde head and burying it in her crack.  Taylor immersed herself in the mystery woman’s slick, shaven pussy; licking and smelling every inch of it before taking her guess.

“That’s Miley,” she said confidently.  The whoops and applause from her surrounding friends signalled that she’d guessed correctly.  “The clit piercing was a dead giveaway.”

The girls laughed raucously and the game commenced.  They backed up before her one by one, the birthday babe burrowing between their ass cheeks like an ostrich in the sand and putting the right name to each sweet pink snatch that came her way.

“Chloe.”

“Ariel.”

“One of the flight attendants.  Alysha.” The girls cheered. “I could taste the chocolate!”

More laughter.  Once all four celebs and both stewardesses had had their go, the girls beckoned over the barman.  He dropped his pants and leaned forward in wait of his turn. Taylor buried her face in his ass, just as she had before, this time slightly taken aback (though my no means disappointed) when her tongue met the unmistakable rim of a male asshole.   

“Ooh!” she exclaimed.  “Well, that must be the barman.”

She plunged back in to make sure, delving her tongue right into his rectum is she did so.

“Yep, definitely the barman.”

She proceded to tonguefuck the not-so-mystery man with ardent enthusiasm, occasionally pausing to relay his identity to her surrounding friends.

“Still the barman.”

Another plunge.

Still the barman.”

And another.

“STILL the barman.”

Taylor reached around and started jerking the lucky man’s dick as she tongued at his stripwaxed ass.  It was still the barman and continued to be the barman right up until she tromboned him to climax; the chiseled stud blowing his load across the floor of the jet as she pulled his prick to eruption. 

“Wow! Seven out of seven!” Miley exclaimed.  “Damn, girl, you’ve got a friggin’ sixth sense!”

The girls laughed.

“Hey, I’m not done.  Get the pilot and co-pilot up here, I’ll do them too!  Anyone know how to fly a plane?”

The ladies fell about laughing, passing around the blindfold and continuing the game as the plane soared over the Gulf of Mexico and onto their destination.

MIAMI, FLORIDA. 13 DECEMBER. 15.30 EST

Carrie Underwood and Hayley Williams rested on the hood of Carrie’s BMW in the large hangar of a private airstrip in suburban Miami.  Carrie puffed away angrily at the tip of a long, thick joint, periodically peering at her golden wrist watch and huffing in annoyance as she waited for her celebrity friends to arrive.  Finally, and some 30 minutes behind schedule, a shiny silver Uber car pulled into the hangar and parked up alongside the beemer. The doors opened and Selena Gomez and Hailee Steinfeld climbed out, the driver fetching their luggage from the trunk.

“What time do you bitches call this?!” Carrie barked, marching in their direction and pointing at the face of her watch.

“Sorry, girl,” Selena replied, “we kinda lost track of time.”  She and Hailee exchanged a knowing smirk.

“Is Taylor here yet?” asked Hailee.

Carrie looked around the vast, vacant airstrip.  “Do you see any private jets laying around here, girl?”

“OK, jeez, I was just asking,” Hailee replied.  “Damn, bitch, what crawled up your butt this morning?”

“That would be my long black strapon,” quipped Hayley Williams.

Hailee and Selena laughed.  Even Carrie managed to crack a smile at that one.  Though it didn’t stick around for long. A loud screech at the far end of the airstrip gripped the girls’ attention, as a second Uber car, this one a gleaming rosy red, drove erratically in the distance.  The vehicle sped across the private airstrip, leaving long black tire marks on the concrete as it slid and skidded across the runway. 

The car tore into the hangar at what must have been 60 mph.  It ground to a halt alongside Carrie’s BMW; omitting a deafening and rather ominous sounding screech as the front bumper scraped across the gleaming black door, leaving a long silver scratch in its wake.  The passenger door opened and Emma Watson climbed out, wiping her mouth suggestively, a thin coat of semen smeared across her lips as she exited the vehicle. A man was sat behind the wheel, the driver appearing to have been blown into unconsciousness as he slumped back in his chair.

“What the fuck, Emma?!” Carrie spat.

“Whoops!” said Emma as she inspected the damage.  “Sorry about that, girl.”

“Bitch, you are freakin’ paying for that!”

“OK, OK!  Don’t get your panties in a bunch, girl.  I’ll buy you a new one.”

“Damn right, you will!  I only just bou-”

Just then, the mighty roar of Miley Cyrus’ luxurious private jet drowned out Carrie’s angry tirade as it soared overhead.  The girls watched on as it came in to land; the aircraft touching down on the runway and easing to a halt. The door opened and the co-pilot called to them from inside the jet.

“Afternoon, ladies!”

He climbed down the airstair and started funneling their luggage into the hold.  A chorus of zealous, effeminate groans sounded out from inside the plane as the girls scaled the stairwell and upon entering the cabin it was clear to see why.  The women in the jet- not just the celebs, but the stewardesses too- were in the midst of giant lesbian orgy; a rampant, sapphic tryst that appeared to have continued throughout the landing procedure and was still in full swing as the jet sat stationary on the private runway.

Taylor Swift was laid out the floor of the luxury jet, blindfold re-applied, as no fewer than six gorgeous women- some famous, some not- ringed her from all sides.  Miley Cyrus was eating her out. Elle Fanning was sat on her face. Chloe Moretz and Ariel Winter were sucking on her tits. One of the air hostess was sucking on her toes, while the other inserted one of the popstar’s dainty, pedicured tootsies into her vagina.  Heads looked up from the singer’s perky chest and from between her splayed thighs as the new additions watched on from the entrance to the cabin.

“Hey, ladies,” said Hailee Steinfeld, grinning from ear to ear as she surveyed the scene before her.  “Don’t stop on our account.”

Designer clutch bags were tossed aside and clothes shed en masse as the orgy got back underway, the four newcomers joining in with the wild, all-girl action as the jet took to the skies once more and set course for the Bahamas. 

NEPTUNE’S NEST, THE BAHAMAS. 13 DECEMBER. 16.30 EST

Miley Cyrus’ private jet touched down on Neptune’s Nest a little after 4.30PM.  The co-pilot opened the door and the girls climbed out, helping the blindfolded Taylor Swift down the airstair and out onto the runway. 

“You ready, girl?” asked Hailee Steinfeld, her fingers poised under the band of Taylor’s blindfold.

“YES!” Taylor exclaimed.  “Quit teasing me, you bitches!”

“OK, Taylor,” said Hailee, “this is your present…”

A loud shriek of “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!” went up from the surrounding women as Hailee whipped off Taylor’s blindfold and the fair-haired songstress looked around in disbelief at her luxurious surroundings.  Neptune’s Nest was, quite simply, the most beautiful place Taylor had ever seen. The sun was starting to set, casting the island and its surrounding seas in a fiery orange glow. Palm trees loomed tall above her.  The tide of the calm, peaceful sea lapped the lush golden shoreline. A huge five bedroom house, that rivalled even her home in Beverly Hills for opulence, sat in the distance. 

“Oh. my. GOD!” Taylor said slowly, the singer scarcely able to wrap her mind around the staggering revelation.  “You didn’t? You freakin’ didn’t? You bitches bought me this FUCKING ISLAND?!? OH, MY FUCKING GAAAWWWDDD!!!”

The girls let out a second almighty shriek, even louder than the first one.  So loud, in fact, that it saw a whole range of colourful, exotic-looking birds take flight from the branches of surrounding palm trees. 

“But wait, Taylor,” said Hailee Steinfeld, “there’s more.”  The girls looked at one another blankly. Hailee took Taylor by the hand and practically dragged her in the direction of the house.  “Come with me, honey.” 

*

Hailee Steinfeld stood by the front door of Taylor Swift’s new luxury Caribbean home, her celebrity chums gathered around as she presented the second part of the outrageous birthday gift. 

“OK, Taylor, this gift is just from me.  So don’t you bitches go taking credit for it, alright?” Hailee announced, pointing an accusatory finger at her A-list pals.  She fetched the key from her handbag and opened the door, handing it to Taylor and ushering her friends inside. “Follow me.”

Hailee led Taylor and co. through the vast open hallway and into the lounge; jaws dropping across the board as five black men in matching red speedos gathered at the five piece suite.  Every one of the dark-skinned quintet sported the big, muscular build of an NFL linebacker, the chiseled good looks of an Onyxian god and the genitals of a Kentucky Derby winner; the crotches of their trunks sagging with the weight of the long black cocks coiled within. 

Taylor was lost for words.  “Oh, my sweet Lord,” she said softly.  She turned to Hailee. “You...you…”

Hailee smirked.  “Well you don’t want to live here on your own, do you?” she asked.  “What you’re looking at here, Taylor, is five of the finest hotel attendants, porters and bellhops the Bahamas has to offer.  I took a trip in search of suitable candidates. God, what a week!” 

The guys exchanged knowing looks. 

“And it wasn’t exactly difficult to get them on board.  I doubled their salaries, offered them a few extra...incentives, and they were putty in my hands.  Isn’t that right, fellas?” 

More grins. 

“Anyway, they’re all paid up for the year and they’re all yours.  Think of them as your five butlers; here to do with as you please.  And I don’t know about you, girl, but I think they should start by wishing you a very happy birthday.  Right, ladies?” There was no response from the rest of the girls.  “Ladies?”

Hailee looked back to where the girls had been gathered and noticed that there was now not a single soul left standing there.  She turned back to the couches and saw that her friends had gotten started without her. Indeed, the remaining eight of Taylor’s celebrity pals had flocked to the band of black studs like moths to a flame; perching on their laps, running their hands over their chiseled bodies and kissing their thick African lips. 

“Happy birthday, baby,” said Hailee, clasping Taylor’s hand once more and leading her to the sofas.  “Now let’s celebrate!”

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Re: Dirty 30 (Taylor Swift and friends)[Chapter 5 posted]
« Reply #7 on: December 15, 2019, 10:20:45 AM »
These girls always know how to travel in style, but I'm sure the shenanigans are just beginning on this island paradise!  Keep up the great work  :Y:
 
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Re: Dirty 30 (Taylor Swift and friends)[Chapter 5 posted]
« Reply #8 on: December 16, 2019, 07:38:40 AM »
Chapter 6

Starring: Taylor Swift, Selena Gomez, Hailee Steinfeld, Miley Cyrus, Elle Fanning, Chloe Moretz, Ariel Winter, Hayley Williams, Carrie Underwood and Emma Watson

NEPTUNE’S NEST, THE BAHAMAS. 13 DECEMBER. 16.45 EST

Taylor Swift and her A-list friends had only been on Neptune’s Nest a mere quarter of an hour and the island’s first orgy, what was sure to be the first of many, was already well underway.  Skimpy tops had been shed and denim short shorts removed. Before long, there was more skin on display in the lounge of Miss Swift’s brand new vacation home than on the shores of a nudist beach; the luxury room a rolling plain of perky chests, supple, round asses, bronzed skin and expensively styled hair.  Not to mention bulging biceps, chiseled dark abs, soulful brown eyes, long dreadlocks and neatly trimmed afros.

The ladies outnumbered their male counterparts in a score of 10-5, and as such there was a pair of world famous celebrity babes on hand for each of the dark-skinned butlers.  Miley Cyrus was making out with one of the ripped black studs, while Carrie Underwood licked across his burly, barrel-like chest. Taylor Swift was sprawled out on comfy leather armchair; an ebony-skinned hunk burrowing between her thighs, while Hailee Steinfeld perched on her pretty face.

And there was a lot of dick sucking going on.  In fact, women were pairing up and squatting between sets of meaty, dark thighs throughout the spacious lounge; the scene quickly descending in all-star, interracial suckfest as they wrapped their glossy, plump lips around slabs of veiny black meat.  One man had Selena Gomez working his rod while Hayley Williams sucked on his big dark balls. Another was fucking Ariel Winter’s big, milky white tits while Carrie Underwood played Whac-A-Mole with his dickhead.

And that was just the beginning.  Before long, one particularly lucky bastard, a young man named LeVar, had no fewer than three of the gorgeous A-list fillies gathered at his feet; Emma Watson’s sucking his cock, while Elle Fanning and Chloe Moretz shared his swollen balls.  LeVar was on cloud nine; the trio of celebrity babes accommodating nigh on every inch of his coal dark junk with their pretty white mouths.

Chloe and Elle were sucking greedily at his heavy, low hanging nutsack; the fair haired duo dousing them with spittle and releasing them with loud *POP* sounds as they sucked on the big, spunk-filled orbs like Everlasting Gobsteppers.  Meanwhile, Emma was bobbing and dipping at his crotch; her lips roaming up and down his dong at a frankly alarming rate, the British actress choking down an additional inch of his girthy wang with each pass she took. 

“Ooh, yeah!  Suck that dick, Emma!” cooed Elle, the blonde beauty releasing her designated testicle from her mouth as she hollered encouragement at her A-list friend.  “Choke that fat block cock right down to the balls!”

Emma, however, was in little need of motivation.  In fact, the brunette actress was already sucking down LeVar’s wang like a seasoned sword swallower; inch after inch of the veiny, dark pole vanishing into her mouth with every motion.  Emma’s hands rested on his thighs; her long, expertly filed nails digging into his meaty flesh as she sucked and slurped at his wang, Chloe and Elle now watching in awe as her soft, plump lips edged ever nearer to the terminus.  One more pass was all it took. Emma’s cute little nose nestled among his neatly trimmed batch of wiry, afro-like pubes, his big, heavy balls squishing against her throat as she sucked his dick right down to the base.

“Oh, shit!” LeVar exclaimed in a thick Bahamian accent, his muscular legs nearly buckling from underneath him as his light-skinned counterpart deepthroated his massive cock.

And it didn’t end there.  Once Emma had retrieved his black length from the deepest parts of her throat, Chloe moved in to take a turn; the blonde beauty choking down the veiny, ten inch wang with equal ease to that of her dark-haired friend.  Before long, all three girls had had a go on his dick; every one of the A-list babes swallowing his meat right down to the hilt as they passed it back and forth between them.

But that wasn’t all, and no sooner had all three of the celebrity babes taken their turn on LeVar’s cock, had they teamed up on the thick black dong like schoolyard bullies; the A-list trio combining to form a trifecta of dick sucking devilry.  At one stage, Chloe was working the head; bathing the swollen crown in spit, while Emma and Elle tackled the shaft; the girthy pole sandwiched between their twin sets of shiny pink lips as they roamed up and down it in perfect unison. At another, Chloe and Emma were tonguing at his seeping tip while Elle sucked on his big, heavy balls.  But regardless of the configuration, and whatever the arrangement, the girls worked LeVar’s prick like seasoned pros; the three celebrity sluts reeling off enough impressive tricks and tips to put an entire brothel’s worth of Times Square hookers to shame.   

15 minutes and countless threeway dick sharing formations later, and LeVar was clinging to his load by a thread.  In fact, his long black dong was throbbing like nobody’s business as Elle sucked greedily at the engorged head, Emma and Chloe’s lips venturing up in down his shaft in perfect synchronicity and roaming across every inch of dark flesh and over every juicy, pumping vein along the way. 

“Shit!  I’m gonna blow!” he exclaimed; the West Indian hunk trembling from head to toe as the trio of celebs shared his pulsing wang.

All three women cooed with delight at the promise of his load; the excited groans muffled by the near foot of veiny chocolate dick pounding away in their mouths.  They sucked and slurped, drooled and slobbered over every inch of LeVar’s wang, Emma reaching down and fondling his swollen balls, feeling the thick load of tropical spunk brewing inside.  LeVar held off until he could no longer, a loud, deep grunt escaping his thick dark lips as a wad of hot Carribean seed blasted from his tip and straight into Elle’s mouth. In fact, he shot so much of his creamy goo that when he pulled the tip of his dick from the starlet’s mouth, some of the gloopy mess almost spilled out from between her lips.

Emma and Chloe joined her in a flash; the A-list trio swapping the load of thick Bahamian nut back and forth from mouth to mouth like a game of pass the parcel.  Elle to Emma, Emma to Chloe, Chloe back to Emma and Emma onto Elle. Numerous spunkswaps later, and all three women had equal loads of the warm, gloopy seed gathered in their mouths; the randy celebs swallowing their shares down to their bellies and meeting for a kiss to wrap up.

But if LeVar thought expelling enough semen to satisfy THREE world famous actress would be enough to earn him a little respite, he was very much mistaken.  In fact, no sooner had he lost his load, had the young man found himself set upon by every one of the A-list babes; all three of them itching to feel that girthy black cock inside some more of their tight white holes. 

And he wasn’t the only one.  As a matter of fact, chiseled Caribbean studs were being set about every which way across the plush living space; the Caucasian beauties pushing their dark-skinned counterparts down onto any piece of comfy furniture that took their fancy and mounting their muscled frames in their twos, threes, or on their own as the wild, all-star orgy raged on.

Miley Cyrus was bent over the edge of the couch as a tall black stud railed her from behind.  Taylor Swift was bouncing on a guy’s cock as Carrie Underwood sat on his face, while another man managed to top even that; the Bahamian hunk working his way up and down the light-skinned tower of Selena Gomez, Hailee Steinfeld and Hayley Williams as they stacked themselves up like pancakes.

A man named DeAndre had just finished shooting his wad over Ariel Winter’s heaving DD chest, when the buxom starlet pushed him down onto a white leather futon.  He laid back across the surface, propping himself up with his massive arms, his tender black penis twitching as Ariel angled one of her huge, milky white tits up to her lips and slurped up a mouthful of his seed.  She did the same with the other breast and swallowed down the collected spunk. Then, once her titties were nice and clean, she climbed up onto the futon, positioning her knees on either side of DeAndre’s frame and gripping his dick at the base.  She rubbed the head against her wet pink pussy lips, making it twitch once more, before slipping it inside.

“Uhhh!” she groaned as it entered her; her pretty face lit up like the Fourth of July as the swollen brown head invaded her tight, warm cooch.

Ariel started to hop up and down; her slick, wet pussy lips roaming along the shaft as she performed perfectly executed squats atop his chiseled frame.  She worked her snug pink twat right up to the summit so only the head remained, before dropping back down; the busty brunette accomodationg an additional inch of his veiny, tar-black length with every motion.  Before long, she was taking the whole thing; her thick, round ass clattering repeatedly with his thighs as she bounced on his wang, every one of its eleven girthy inches disappearing inside her with each pass.

“Fuck yeah, baby!  Ride that dick!” DeAndre grunted, the Bahamian stud taking hold of her hips and helping her up and down the length of his dong.

Ariel’s tits were bouncing around all over the place as she rode his dick and how she wasn’t rendered unconscious by the giant, flopping pair was a mystery that could have plagued the greatest minds for centuries to come.  Her ass clapped against his thighs- *BLAM* *SLAP* *BLAP*- the head of his wang vanishing into her depths and hitting her g-spot with each pass. 

“Oh, shit!” Ariel screamed.  “I’m gonna cum on that fat black dick!”

And cum she did.  The hopping and bouncing came to an abrupt halt as Ariel sat atop his muscled form like a mother bird; every inch of DeAndre’s girthy, thick wang buried in her snatch as a powerful, quaking orgasm shot through her system, her pussy squeezing the coal-dark meat to near eruption point as she climaxed.

But they weren’t done yet and Ariel was permitted a mere matter of seconds to recover from her orgasm as DeAndre rose from the surface of the futon; his cock still embedded in her twat as he scooped her up into midair.  Ariel wrapped her arms around his hulk-like shoulders; the chesty actress nearly smothering the black man alive with her enormous tits as he cradled her in his arms. And then, with a word of warning, he lifted her curvy frame up to the head of his dick, held her there for a fraction of a second, before dropping her down to the base.

“Ughh! FUCK!” Ariel cried, looking skyward as DeAndre impaled her on his massive black member, the tip hitting her special place with such force that it almost ignited another orgasm on the first pass!

And though it didn’t quite, that second climax wasn’t far away.  DeAndre bounced her up and down on his wang; the Caribbean hunk tossing her shapely form to and fro like she weighed next to nothing, every inch of his girthy chocolate wang impaling her tight pink pussy with each pass.   

“Oh, sweet Jesus! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” Ariel screamed, the busty actress clinging onto DeAndre’s chiseled frame for dear life as he threw her up and down on his dong.

Then, when Ariel had finally grown accustomed to the almost foot long black pole spearing her insides, DeAndre decided to switch up the momentum.  He gripped her juicy, round buttcheeks with his big, strong hands; stretches of muscular, creamy white ass flesh spilling through his fingers as he held her curvy body in place.  He pulled his dick back slowly, agonisingly so, until only the crown remained, then drove forward with all his might; the dark-skinned stud drilling every one of his night-black inches into the depths of her cooch.

“Oh! FFFUUUCCCKKK!!!” Ariel hollered, her pretty face contorting in all manner of unflattering ways as a second intense, bone shaking orgasm tore through her thick, young body.

From here on out DeAndre showed Ariel little mercy.  He held her in his bicep-laden arms, humping wildly as he drove every inch of his giant dark wang into the recesses of her cunt.  Occasionally, they locked their lips together and devoured each other; a string of muffled, impassioned coos escaping man and woman alike as they boned like mad in the luxury five-room home.

Ariel dug her nails into his back; her climber’s grip nearly piercing the skin right off the bat and only getting harder as DeAndre continued to spear her on his pole.  By this stage, every pass of his mammoth dong seemed to be igniting a brand new climax from within her voluptuous frame; the brunette screaming at the top of her voice and crying out for more each time his bulging brown head hit her aching g-spot. 

DeAndre held out for a remarkably long time, given that Ariel’s vaginal muscles were squeezing his dick with such force that he thought it was going to burst!  But by now, he was starting to wane. Indeed, every thrust into depths of her twat was making his dick throb uncontrollably, his heavy black balls churning with a fresh wad of boiling seed.  Without a word, he prized Ariel’s frame from his manhood (no small feat given its considerable length) and placed her back on the floor. Ariel dropped to her knees and looked up at him; brown eyes burning with lust as she fondled his big dark balls.

“Mmm, yeah!  Cum for me, baby!” she purred.  “Shoot that fucking thick load all over my tits!”

DeAndre pulled his prong like a man possessed; the thick rod throbbing in his hands as he beat himself off.  And then, he gave her what she wanted. He aimed his dick at her chest as a creamy load of piping hot spunk blasted from his hole, glazing her epic cans in an ungodly amount of tropical ball juice!  By the time he was done, thick drops of the stuff were trickling down her rack, dripping from her nipples and spattering onto the floor below.

And Ariel wasn’t the only one getting a hosing down from a torrent of hot West Indian sperm.  In fact, burly black studs were blowing their beans left, right and centre across the large room, splattering their seed over or inside of any A-list babe that took his fancy.  One guy went off in Taylor Swift’s pussy, while Selena Gomez took a load to the face. Miley Cyrus and Hailee Steinfeld used her soft, lotioned hands and skilled, wet mouths to milk a wad of spunk from a stud named Isiah.  He shot his load between Hailee’s lips; the brunette singer swapping the creamy spunk with her fair-haired friend before gulping it down

“Mmm! Yummy!” said Hailee, licking her lips as she felt the gloopy seed warm her from her insides.  Miley climbed up onto a nearby futon and thrusted her supple, round rear up into the air. Hailee squatted beside her friend, looking up at Isiah as she prized her butt cheeks apart.  “Now get that dick in her ass!”

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Re: Dirty 30 (Taylor Swift and friends)[Chapter 6 posted]
« Reply #9 on: December 22, 2019, 07:17:17 AM »
Chapter 7

Starring: Taylor Swift, Selena Gomez, Hailee Steinfeld, Miley Cyrus, Elle Fanning, Chloe Moretz, Ariel Winter, Hayley Williams, Carrie Underwood and Emma Watson

NEPTUNE’S NEST, THE BAHAMAS. 13 DECEMBER. 18.00 EST

Isiah stroked his big black cock from tip to base; the thick, veiny shaft slathered with a cocktail of saliva and girlcum.  Hailee Steinfeld’s long, painted nails dug into the muscular flesh of Miley Cyrus’ peachy round rump; her butt cheeks spread lewdly open, exposing her bleached, winking asshole.  Isiah pointed the tip of his wang at Miley’s sphincter and fed it inside, a satisfied whine escaping the singer’s glossy pink lips as he split it open. He began to thrust; working his long dark rod back and forth in her ass; feeding an extra inch of his girthy shaft into her rectum with each pass.

“You like that white ass, baby?” asked Hailee, looking up at Isiah with her gorgeous brown eyes.  “It’s tight, huh?”

It really was.  In fact, Miley’s asshole was gripping Isiah’s cock like a soft, pink vice; a situation not helped by Hailee strumming the blonde’s clit, which only made her anus clench even further around his jet-black wang.  But the young man persisted nonetheless; the dark-skinned stud working his dick right back to the head with each pass, before driving forward once more, sinking his swollen crown further into her back passage with every motion.  Before long, he was hitting it nutsdeep, his big, heavy balls smacking against Miley’s clit with each pass, his muscled pelvis bouncing off her butt as he worked every inch of his near footlong dong into her colon.

“Damn!” Hailee exclaimed.  “Right to the balls! Gimme that dick, baby.  I want to taste that fat black wang right out of her ass!”

Isiah didn’t have to be told twice.  He prized his dick from Miley’s asshole; the hot pink rim gaping open like it was made from elastic, as he fed his schlong into Hailee’s waiting mouth.  She wrapped her lips around it and sucked; the brown-haired beauty slurping up her friend’s sweet, slick ass juices and slathering the shaft in a further coat of spittle for the return to Miley’s rear.  Isiah rinsed and repeated this procedure for some time; the Caribbean stud turning Hailee into his personal ATM machine as he ploughed away at Miley’s ass, regularly pulling his dick from its tight grip and plunging it between the brunette’s lips for her to suck clean. 

Several minutes and numerous ass to mouth transfers later, Hailee climbed up onto the futon and lay out before her celebrity pal, spreading her legs and directing her blonde head between her thighs.  Miley shot out her tongue and lapped at Hailee’s twat; a steady refrain of guttural groans escaping her pouty pink lips as she was drilled out from behind.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby!” Hailee cooed.  “Eat my fucking pussy while he pounds your ass!”

Miley need no encouragement.  As a matter of fact, she was already scoffing at Hailee’s snatch like it was her last meal.  Even with eleven inches of girthy black pipe embedded in her rectum, Miley’s cunilingual prowess was second to none.  Hailee’s pussy juices were smearing across her lips and dripping from her chin as she ate her out; her tongue exploring her girlfriend’s box with a skill and expertise that most lifelong lesbians could only dream of. 

Meanwhile, Isiah continued to pound away at her from behind; the ripped black stud making her ass cheeks ripple as he drove the entirety of his long dark rod into her anal cavity.  Miley’s head emerged from between Hailee’s thighs; her mouth sodden with her fluids as she screamed at the top of her lungs.

“YES!  Fuck my fucking ass!  I’m gonna fucking CUUUMMM!!!”

But Miley was scarcely able to complete her deafening shriek, and no sooner had the last word escaped her lips, had Hailee gripped a handful of her bottle blonde hair and buried her face back between her legs. 

“Keep eating that pussy, bitch!” she groaned.  “I want us to cum at the same time!”

Miley did as instructed and before long both women found themselves on the brink of orgasm. 

“Yes!  Lick that clit, you little slut!” Hailee shrieked, her face screwed in the throes of her climax.  “I’m gonna cum on your pretty fucking face!”

And she did. Actually, they both did.  The thunderous quake of orgasm ripped through their bodies in equal measure; the A-list pair brought to climax by skilled wet tongue and long black cock alike as the interracial anal threeway reached its fiery zenith.  And Isiah wasn’t far behind. In fact, Miley had scarcely come down from her own powerful orgasm, when he too hit his tumultuous peak. 

“UUUHHH!!! FUUUCCCKKK!!!” he bellowed as he went off in my Miley’s ass; his thick black wang firing a tidal wave of boiling seed straight into her rectum.

Isiah pulled his prong from the depths of her colon, Miley’s anus finally returning to its resting aperture as he prized it from within.  Hailee stepped down from the futon and laid out across the floor, head up against the futon as Miley’s spunk-filled ass hung over the edge.

“Gimme that cum, baby,” she said.  “Squeeze that thick load into my mouth!”

Miley relaxed her glutes and her ass opened slightly, enough for the piping wad of Bahamian ball batter to slop from her sphincter in a long, creamy droplet.  Hailee caught it in her mouth like a performing seal. She knelt back on the futon opposite Miley; the pair swapping the cum to and fro and swallowing it down. 

“Mmm!” Hailee murmured, as she savoured the taste of the spunk.  “Tastes better every time!” She looked up at Isiah. “OK, big boy, now it’s my turn!  Get up here,” she said, patting the surface of the futon.

Miley and Hailee hopped down from the ottoman once more and Isiah took their place; the Caribbean stud laying his long, chiselled frame across it and waiting to be mounted.  Hailee climbed aboard, straddling the dark-skinned hunk in the reverse cowgirl position, her feet planted either side of his hips as she hovered over his crotch. Isiah gripped his cock around mid-shaft; pressing his tip against the ring of her asshole and feeding it inside. 

“Uhh!” Hailee groaned as it entered her.

She began to rock up and down slowly atop Isiah’s frame; guiding her sphincter past the boundary of his cockhead and on to the top of his shaft.  Isiah wrapped his hands around her slender waist; the burly black stud helping his light-skinned counterpart up and down his wang as she straddled him.  By now, she was bouncing and hopping atop his chiseled form like a bucking bronco; her tight pink anus roaming further down his coal black shaft with each pass she took.

In the meantime, Miley was knelt at the foot of the futon as she sucked away on Isiah’s heavy brown balls; the blonde beauty slathering them in volumes of her spittle as Hailee rode his dong.  By now, Hailee was venturing right down to the base with each pass; her supple round ass bouncing off his chiseled abdomen as she hopped up and down on his cock. She was on the verge of orgasm within minutes and as she sat back atop Isiah’s frame, his girthy black wang embedded in her rear as an intense, ground shaking orgasm tore through her body, her sphincter clenching his shaft to such a degree that it almost squeezed every last drop of spunk from his balls.

But Isiah held strong, and no sooner had Hailee’s asshole loosened (slightly) around his cock, had the burly black stud taken it upon himself to change up momentum.  He wrapped his hands around Hailee’s hips; holding her in place as he drove his dong up into her. Miley moved up to Hailee’s snatch and started lapping at her clit as she was drilled out from behlow; Isiah’s bulging brown dickhead tunnelling further into her rectum with each pass he took. 

“Yes, bitch!” Hailee purred.  “Lick my fucking pussy while he fucks my ass!”

By now, Hailee had a handful of Miley’s sweaty, bottle blonde looks; the brunette holding her celebrity pal between her thighs with such force she couldn’t have escaped if she wanted to.  Meanwhile, Isiah was drilling Hailee ballsdeep; every inch of his veiny black pole boring through her shitpipe with each pass. 

“Let me taste that cock out of your ass,” said Miley, the fair-haired songstress somehow managing to prize the girthy dark wang from the vice-like grip of Hailee’s rear.

She sucked the long black pipe right to the base; the horny blonde slurping up every drop of assjuice smeared across the shaft as she choked it down the balls.  By the time she was done, Isiah’s wang was positively dripping with a fresh coat of spittle and as she returned it to Hailee’s asshole, the West Indian dong slipped inside with greater ease than ever before thanks to the ungodly volume of saliva lubing the girthy shaft.  Isiah quickly picked up from where he left off; the Bahamian hunk working inch after inch of his coal-black rod into Hailee’s ass until, once again, the entire span was buried inside. And he didn’t stop there. In fact, Isiah was bucking his hips like his life depended on it; the dark-skinned stud driving his dick right down to the hilt with each motion.

By this stage, Hailee was trembling like a leaf in her squatted stance; every pass of Isiah’s thick black wang into the depths of her colon making her quiver from head to toe and scream out in ecstasy.  Miley was still eating her pussy; the blonde beauty sucking away on her girlfriend’s swollen clit when a breathy, impassioned coo escaped Hailee’s trembling lips and stopped her in her tracks.

“Oh, Jesus!  I’m gonna...I’m gonna…”

Miley knew exactly what was coming next.  She pulled her head back from between Hailee’s thighs but was able to go no further before a torrent of squirt juice gushed from her snatch, hitting the blonde singer full in the face like the blast of a fireman’s hose.  And she wasn’t the only A-list celebrity spraying her girlspunk. In fact, randy women were jetting their juices every which way across the lavish vacation home; the scene soon resembling some kind of perverse water fight as all ten of the celebrity babes squirted their fluids over anything and anyone that got in their way. 

Elle Fanning was getting pounded in the ass when a violent spray of clear, wet girlcum shot from her twat, hosing down Emma Watson and Ariel Winter as they shared a cock beside her.  Meanwhile, Taylor Swift climbed up off a Bahamian stud’s ripped black frame as a jet of squirt juice surged from her urethra, drenching his tar-black skin in her sizzling ladyload.

“Ughh! FUCK!” screamed Miley Cyrus, the actress-singer wiping globules of moisture from her eyes as Hailee Steifeld soaked her with her sticky slut juice.  “You fucking BITCH!”

“Baby, you were sucking on my clit while I had a dick in my ass,” Haillee panted.  “What did you think was gonna happen?!”

“Fuck you, bitch!” Miley said with a grin.  “Get your ass down here and clean me up!”

Hailee hopped down off the futon and knelt beside her friend.  She stuck out her tongue and licked slowly along her cheek, lapping up numerous droplets of her sweet squirt juice as she went.  Isiah climbed up from the ottoman and stood before the kneeling pair, stroking his cock; the Caribbean hunk looking to blast Miley’s features with some ejaculate of his own. 

“Hmm,” Miley murmured, licking her lips as she eyed his pulsing wang, “I think he wants to cum too.”

“I think he does,” Hailee agreed.  “That right, big boy?” she asked pressing her face up cheek to cheek against Miley’s.  “You want to paint these pretty faces with your seed?”

He did.  He really did.  And though he didn’t communicate his desire verbally, his hand was roaming up and down his coal-black shaft at such a rate that no such declaration was necessary.  The girls were back on him in a flash. Miley was tonguing at his slit while Hailee fondled his balls, feeling the thick wad of piping hot spunk churning away within. 

A deep grunt escaped Isiah’s throat as a volley of sperm shot from his tip splattering diagonally across the ladies’ faces in a long, off-white rope that stretched from Hailee’s chin, across her lips, over Miley’s nose and one of her eyes, finally terminating at her left temple.  Still jerking wildly, Isiah realigned and fired once more; this time shooting his thick wad in the opposite direction from Miley’s chin to Hailee’s right eye, the West Indian hunk painting their cute faces with a giant X of boiling splooge. 

And the cumshots didn’t end there.  In fact, Taylor Swift’s new black butlers were shooting their wads left, right and centre; the Bahamian studs shooting a load of thick, tropical spunk over any Caucasian body part or inside any A-list orifice that took their fancy.  One guy gave Chloe Moretz a facial, while Hayley Williams took a blast to the chest. One man went off in Carrie Underwood’s snatch, while another shot his wad up Selena Gomez’ asshole. 

Taylor Swift had taken two thick, creamy loads in her mouth; the murky seed filling her maw almost to the brim as she closed her lips and swallowed it down.  But she wasn’t don’t yet, and no sooner had Taylor gulped down the spunky cocktail, had she gripped the two cocks and started stroking, the birthday babe eager for a second helping.  She fed the first prick back into her mouth; sucking it almost to the balls on the first pass before switching to the other; her head little more than a neatly styled blonde blur as she darted back and forth from cock to cock.  Once both dicks were dripping wet with her saliva, Taylor released them from her mouth; beating both the spit-slicked dongs wildly as she looked up at the pair of chiseled black men before her.   

“You,” she said, pointing up at a burly, dreadlocked stud named Kenton, “sit there.”  She pointed to a nearby couch. “I want you in my ass first.”

Kenton did as directed; the Caribbean hunk parking his muscled ass down on the leather couch and gripping his cock in wait of the randy celeb.  Taylor backed up towards him, sticking her booty out invitingly as she squatted over his frame. Kenton aimed the tip of his thick, dark wang at the winking ring off her asshole and pushed it inside.  Taylor groaned as he entered her; his black ping pong ball cockhead splitting her sphincter open as she climbed onto the couch. She started to hop and buck atop his shredded form; the singer working her tight pink asshole steadily up and down his girthy wang, an additional inch of his tar-black length disappearing inside her with every motion. 

Before long, she was venturing right to the hilt; all ten of his thick, dark inches vanishing into her rectum with each pass, her shapely, round ass bouncing off his abs as she rode his chiseled frame.  While she bounced up and down on Kenton’s dick, Taylor looked across at the second man; a tall, shaven headed hunk called Dwayne- the horny blonde eyeing his own slab of veiny black fuckmeat like a fatty eyes a hamburger. 

“Over here,” she said, beckoning him with a manicured finger.  “Get that fat cock in my pussy.”

Kenton held her in place as Dwayne stepped up to the plate; girthy flesh bat in hand as he prepared to fill her up.  He rubbed his head against the drooling slit, the swollen crown twitching in response as he guided it inside.

“Ahh, FUCK!” Taylor gasped, cumming on the spot as a second thick black cock thrust up inside her. 

From here on out, the guys pretty much went to town on the blonde beauty; holding her exactly where they wanted her as they double stuffed her holes.  Kenton and Dwayne guided their big, dark schlongs back and forth in perfect unison, both men working inch after inch of their night black rods into her tight twin fuckholes as they double teamed her on the couch.  Soon enough, both studs were going in nutsdeep; their equally large, equally bulging dickheads hitting her g-spot and mining into the darkest recesses of her rectum with each pass.

“Yes! Fuck me!” Taylor screamed.  “Pound my slutty holes with those fucking black dicks!”

By this stage, Taylor’s pussy was leaking like a sieve; her sticky, saccharine sweet fluids smearing across her crotch and over both of the girthy black pipes like there was no tomorrow.  The guys humped and bucked; the dark-skinned hunks driving their thick, veiny dongs right down to the hilt as they sandwiched her white frame like the filling in an Oreo. It wasn’t long before Taylor was teetering on the edge of orgasm; her slender body quivering all over as she was pierced repeatedly with nearly two foot of thick Bahamian wang.     

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum!” she yelled.  “I’m gonna cum on those fat black dongs!”

 And then, she did just that. 

“FFFUUUCCCKKK!!!”

An orgasm so forceful it practically shook the room overcame her; her asshole and pussy gripping so tightly around the coal-dark poles she thought they were gonna snap off at the base.  Once her climax finally ceased, Dwayne prized his cock from her twat. Taylor hopped down from the couch and knelt on the carpeted floor. Kenton and Dwayne stood either side of her and she gripped their cocks at the base.  She switched back and forth from one to the other once more; the horny blonde sucking down each of the thick black prongs in turn and tasting both her pussy and ass off the shafts as she went. Soon, both cocks were thoroughly cleaned, not to mention re-slicked with a fresh glaze of slippery spittle.  Taylor looked up at Dwayne, addressing him in her sultry voice between laps at his oozing slit.   

“Your turn now, big boy.  You want to stick that thick black pipe in my ass?”

“Aww, hell yeah!” Dwayne exclaimed, his dick throbbing at the promise of her rear.

Taylor lay on her side across the couch, her legs tucked up to her midriff and cradled in her arms; the blonde beauty almost in the fetal position as she stuck her ass out over the edge.  The guys stood side by side at her points of entry; the dark-skinned duo aligning the tips of their wangs with her tight twin orifices and guiding them inside. Kenton and Dwayne began to buck their muscled hips; the West Indian hunks working their thick dark cocks back and forth in a piston motion inside her snug holes.  One pushed in deep while the other pulled back and vice versa; the thrust and counterthrust of their lengthy black poles ensuring that Taylor had 10+ inches of seering, coal-dark meat inside her at all times.

“Yes! Fuck me, boys!  Drill my fucking holes with those fat black dongs!” Taylor rasped, the fair-haired songstress staring a hole through both of the shredded black hunks as they worked her over.

By now, the guys had switched back to the more familiar two in, two out motion; the chiselled pair driving their dicks into the depths of her holes in perfect synchronicity.  Kenton pumped away at her pussy; his swollen cockhead repeatedly probing her g-spot, while Dwayne pounded her ass; his equally bulbous, equally dark crown tunnelling into the depths of her rectum with each pass.  Taylor was on cloud nine as the pair of black studs double teamed her on the couch. She cooed, groaned, cussed and begged for more, her ass rippling and perky tits jiggling with each joint pass of their girthy, dark wangs.  Two sets of heavy black balls smacked against her ass and thighs alike; the burly Bahamians driving their dicks right down to the base with every motion.   

“FUCK. YES! FUCK. ME. WITH. THOSE. BIG. BLACK. COCKS!” Taylor screamed; using the combined thrusts of their long dark rods into the depths of her holes as a pace setter for each deafening shriek. 

It wasn’t long before Taylor felt yet another orgasm course through her system; each pass of her butlers’ veiny black dongs bringing her ever closer to the point of no return. 

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum on those fucking cocks!” Taylor squealed.  “Oh, Jesus...FUUUCCCKKK!!!”

Kenton pulled out of her pussy, backing away as a geyser of girlspunk blasted from her cooch.  However, he didn’t get quite far enough and as Taylor’s twat erupted; the wild spray of crystal clear cunt juice sprayed over his wang, drenching the girthy member from tip to base.  Dwayne pulled his dick from her ass and Taylor knelt on the floor between the two men; choking down Kenton’s pole once more and sucking up the ounces of squirt fluid dripping from the shaft like a leaking faucet.  Taylor cupped their bulging balls; the twin sets of hefty black gonads brewing with thick loads of creamy Caribbean nut.

“You boys ready to cum for me?” she asked, rolling their balls around her palms and squeezing them like she was testing plums for texture.

The guys gave equally gruff, equally unintelligible grunts in response.

“Do it inside me,” she said.  “I want you to empty those big black balls in my holes.” 

Dwayne sat on the couch and Taylor straddled him, this time in the cowgirl position.  She guided his swollen head into her pussy and dropped down to his lap; every one of his coal-black inches disappearing inside her as she sunk down to the base of his wang.  Kenton stepped up behind her and fed his dick back in her ass; the guys picking up from where they left off and drilling her ballsdeep once more. By now, their cocks were throbbing and pulsing like nobody’s business inside her snug pink holes; each twin thrust into her depths making their balls churn and swell.

“Come on, boys,” Taylor purred.  “Blow those loads! Fill me up with that thick Bahamian ball juice!”

No further invitation was required.  Dwayne went first; the burly black stud letting loose and firing what felt like a week’s build up of piping hot sperm straight into her snatch.  Moments later, Kenton followed suit; the West Indian hunk flooding her rectal canal with a wad of spunk every bit as gloopy and verile as that of his friend.  Kenton pulled out of her ass and Taylor climbed down from Dwayne’s chiseled body; twin loads of murky, hot seed oozing from her holes and trickling down her thighs as she did so.  She sat back on the couch as Hailee Steinfeld approached from across the room. 

“Legs,” she said simply, dropping to her knees before her celebrity friend.

Taylor understood and pinned her legs back as far as they would go, thrusting out both her spunk-filled orifices as she did so.  Hailee gaped her lips, catching both of the gooey wads in her mouth as they slopped out of her holes. Hailee closed her mouth and swallowed; the brunette beauty seeing away the mess of seed in a single gulp.  She met Taylor for a kiss then sat between her thighs on the edge of the couch; the fair-haired songstress cradling her in her arms.

“Wow!” Hailee exclaimed.  “Now that's what I call a house-warming!’

“Mmhmm,” Taylor agreed.  She looked out across the room of naked A-list beauties and sculpted Caribbean studs, their thick black cocks still rock hard and ready for more.  “Yeah, I think I’m gonna like it here!"

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Re: Dirty 30 (Taylor Swift and friends)[Chapter 7 posted]
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Chapter 8

Starring: Taylor Swift, Selena Gomez, Paris Berelc, Olivia Holt and Katherine McNamara

LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA. 25 DECEMBER. 11.15 PST

The front door to Taylor Swift’s luxurious Beverly Hills home opened and two men; one white, one black, stepped through the open entry.  Both were well-built and handsome, though distinctly bleary eyed and tired looking as they crossed the lengthy driveway.  Waiting by the curb was a silver Uber car; the shiny vehicle ready to ferry the chiseled young men across the city.  They climbed in the back and the car pulled away.

*

The buzz of her phone against her varnished oak nightstand woke Taylor Swift with a start; the blonde beauty groaning slightly as she reached for the expensive device.  She slumped back on her plush goose down pillow and unlocked her phone, seeing that she’d received a new text from Selena Gomez.  She opened the message and gave it a read.

Merry Christmas bitch! [Christmas tree emoji]  My two have gone.  Guess I must’ve worn them out!  Come to my room?  I think it’s gift time! [Christmas present emoji]

A second groan, every bit as tired and weary sounding as Taylor’s before it, sounded out as the handsome, well muscled man sharing the singer’s king size bed rolled over onto his back, the young stud pitching a teepee under her satin sheets that could have housed an entire native tribe.  Taylor snapped a photo and punched out a reply.

Merry Christmas baby!  Look what Santa brought me this morning!  Do you think it will keep until later? [eggplant emoji]

Seconds later, she received a response.

Goddammit I hope so! [heart eyes emoji]

Taylor set down her phone and climbed out of bed.  She stepped over the discarded clothes and empty champagne bottles strewn across her bedroom floor and slipped into her scanty baby blue PJs.  She picked up a Christmas stocking (so large it could have been worn as an actual stocking) stuffed to near bursting point with gifts and opened her bedroom door.

Christmas morning at casa de Swift really was a sight to behold.  The guardrails of the indoor balcony were decorated with cords of flashing lights and lengths of tinsel.  A seventeen foot Christmas tree stood tall in the two storey hallway; a Douglas fir so large it needed an entire team of lumberjacks to deliver it and a station’s worth of firefighters and giant ladders to set it up (the thank you gifts bestowed upon each group of men by the popstar herself are probably better imagined than described).  A number of naked, impossibly sculpted men lay in varying states of consciousness across the floor and up the stairwell, their long, flaccid cocks stretching across the hardwood floor like slithering snakes.

Taylor stepped out into the hallway; the nude frames of Paris Berelc and Olivia Holt skipping past hand in hand as she closed her bedroom door behind her.

“Hey, Taylor!” they said in unison, perky tits jiggling wondrously as they bounded down the hall. “Great party!”

“Morning, girls,” Taylor smiled back as the young actresses opened a guest room door and slipped inside.  “Glad you enjoyed it!”

Taylor continued down the hall and past an open doorway; a handsome young blonde man bound and gagged in a rather compromising position as she passed.  The door to an adjacent bathroom opened and out stepped Katherine McNamara; the fair-haired beauty clad head to toe in fetish gear with a long black strap on affixed to her waist. 

“Merry Christmas, Taylor,” she said, one eye on the man in the bedroom as she stroked her plastic cock.

“Merry Christmas, Kat,” Taylor replied.  “Making use of that new dildo, I see.”

Katherine grinned.  “Well they don’t call it the season of giving for nothing!”

She strolled into the bedroom and closed the door behind her.  Taylor continued down the hallway and past her numerous guest rooms, impassioned cries of varying pitches and tones sounding out from within.  Finally, she reached the door at the far end of the hall and gave it a knock. 

“Come in,” came a voice from within.

Taylor opened the door and went inside.  Selena Gomez was tucked under the satin sheets, her pretty head propped up against the backrest as she sat in a large, heart-shaped bed.  She wore a set of pink pyjamas, every bit as skimpy as Taylor’s, a stocking similarly stuffed with neatly wrapped gifts clutched in her manicured hands.

“Morning, baby!” she said, holding out her arms in invitingly as Taylor climbed into bed beside her.

“Morning, girl,” Taylor replied, the A-list pair meeting for a warm embrace and a long, soft kiss.  “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, Taylor.”

The girls exchanged stockings.

“Yours is bigger than mine,” Taylor declared, noting that the stocking she’d received from Selena was a good few inches shorter than the one she’d given her.   

Selena tilted her head, looking back at her celebrity friend with an are you freakin’ serious expression etched across her face.  “Bitch, I bought you a friggin’ island!”

One ninth of an island,” Taylor shot back with a smirk.

Selena was aghast.  “You ungrateful little slut!”

“Jeez, I’m only kidding, girl.  Come on, open your presents.”

Selena reached into her stocking, doing her best to stifle a grin as she rooted through the selection of gifts.  “Bitch!”

The first item retrieved from the stocking was a large, distinctly phallic shaped object; the gift wrapped so tightly Selena could actually see the boundary of the head and the thick plastic veins through the festive paper.  “Hmm, I wonder what this could be.”

“Well I don’t want to give away the surprise,” Taylor quipped.

Selena tore off the wrapping paper, revealing that the item was, indeed, a huge, anatomically correct, flesh-toned dildo; the oversized toy appearing to sport the girth of a baseball bat. 

“Thank you,” said Selena, leaning across and giving Taylor another kiss.

“Don’t already have one, do you?” she asked with a grin.

“One or two...hundred.  But you can never too many really.  Your turn.”

Taylor dug into her stocking and rooted through the items therein.  She took out a small gift, about the size and shape of a tube of lipstick and removed the wrapping. 

“Ah, a bullet,” she said, holding a loft a small but incredibly powerful-looking vibrator. 

“For the next time you’re stuck in traffic,” Selena smirked.

“I’ve got a driver for that.  But thanks anyway, baby,” Taylor replied, and the pair locked lips once more.

This went on for some time.  The A-list friends went through their respective stockings, removing gifts one at a time, until they had piles of exotic items piled up across the bed.  Bikinis and lingerie.  Blindfolds and handcuffs.  Dildos and vibrators.  Massage oils and bottles of lube.  Some were wrapped, others weren’t.  Some even came with a message etched across an accompanying tag; notes that ranged from the suggestive to the downright explicit. 

Dear Taylor,
I know you’ve been a bad girl this year (and every year, come to think of it) so here’s something black as coal just for you!
Love,
Selena

Dear Selena,
Merry fistmas!
Taylor x


Several exotic gifts and numerous lewd messages later and Selena retrieved the final item from the bottom of her stocking.  Thanks to Taylor’s flawless wrap job, the item, even to the untrained eye, couldn’t be anything but a set of anal beads; the festive paper parceling each of the large orbs and sheathing the connecting thread so perfectly it looked like Santa Claus himself had prepared it. 

“Bitch, how did you even wrap this?!” Selena exclaimed, holding the item aloft in utter bemusement.

“Well you know me, girl.  I’m good with my hands!”

Selena grinned.  “Ain’t that the truth!”     

She tore off the paper and, in case there’d been any doubt, the item did indeed turn out to be the largest, thickest set of anal beads the Latin songstress had ever seen.

“Wow!” she said, her brown eyes bulging as they took in the sheer girth of the big plastic balls. 

There were four in total; the prosthetic spheres starting small (relatively speaking, of course); the first being the about the size of a marble, and growing larger as they went along; the final orb looking to be larger than a ping-pong ball. 

“Not too big, are they?” Taylor asked.  “Maybe we should make sure they fit.  Or else I’ll have to take them back to the store.”

“Good idea.”

Selena climbed out from under the covers, scooped up enough paper to re-write the full works of Shakespeare and dumped it onto the floor.  She inched down her short pyjama shorts and assumed the position; face down, ass up, peering back over her shoulder as Taylor prepared the beads. 

“Hand me that lube,” said Taylor, gesturing to a bottle of grease at the edge of the bed. 

Selena passed her the bottle and Taylor ficked open the lid; the blonde beauty squeezing out a hearty dose across the large plastic orbs and a further bubble in the rim of her friend’s butthole.  She pressed the smallest bead against Selena’s sphincter and pushed it inside; the pink hole sucking up the first sphere with remarkable ease.  She moved onto the second one; Selena releasing a soft moan as the larger orb slipped inside, pushing the first further into her colon as it did so.

“So far, so good,” Taylor grinned, the remaining two beads dangling from Selena’s anus like an oddly shaped tail as the first two probed her rectum.

Selena reached back to rub her clit as Taylor pushed the third orb up against her sphincter; the tight orifice gaping lewdly as she fed it inside. 

“Uhhh! Fuck!” Selena gasped, her asshole gaping like knicker elastic and she still had one to go!

She took a deep breath and strummed her clit wildly; her hot pink pussy seeping its fluids at a frankly alarming rate as she prepared for the forth.  Taylor pressed the final ball against Selena’s asshole; the first now tunneling into the darkest recesses of the Latina’s anal cavity as her fair-haired friend guided the last one inside.

“AHHH!!!” Selena squealed as it split her asshole open. 

It wasn’t even at the thickest point yet and already the plastic sphere was stretching her sphincter to its limits.  It was simply enormous!  Selena guessed that it was thicker than any penis she’d ever taken and that was saying something!  She ceased rubbing her clit; the Hispanic beauty knowing full well that any clenching on her part would stop the girthy ball dead in its tracks.  Taylor pushed with all her might; the blonder singer slightly concerned that the thick, round bead was going to get stuck in her friend’s asshole and wouldn’t come back out! 

“Come on, bitch! Take it!” Taylor encouraged, her voice straining slightly as she attempted to push the giant orb inside.  “Relax those glutes!”

Selena was way ahead of her.  In fact, she was relaxing every muscle in her body; the Latin songstress worried she’d tun to jelo if she loosened them any further!  Taylor continued to push; the bead budging no more than millimeter at a time, until finally, finally the girthiest point passed through Selena’s sphincter.

“UHHH!!! FUUUCCCKKK!!!” Selena bellowed as it slipped inside.

Her rectum swallowed up the rest of the orb like a Venus flytrap, stuffing her colon to the brim. Her tight pink anus returned to its original aperture within only the last span of plastic thread and the small loop on the end poking out from within.  But Taylor wasn’t finished yet, and no sooner had Selena’s ass sucked up the final bead, had the blonde singer fed her finger through the plastic loop and pulled it back in the direction it came.

“Oh, sweet Jesus!” Selena gasped, as the thickest part of the giant sphere split her asshole open once more.

Taylor repeated this process several times; the popstar tugging the final ball back to its twin poles, before letting it go, Selena’s anus sucking it back in and shrinking back down to a pinhole on every occasion.  Selena strummed her clit violently; each pass of the girthy orb bringing her closer and closer to the point of orgasm.  One more was all it took; a thunderous, bone-rattling orgasm tearing through her system as Taylor pulled the plastic sphere back to its girthiest point one final time, the force of her orgasm firing the orb from her butt like a ball from a tennis machine. 

“Oh my God!” Taylor squealed as Selena’s elastic asshole fired the orb her way at maximum velocity, only the girth of the penultimate sphere stopping it from shooting across the room like a wayward soccer ball.

From here on out, the beads popped out of her ass with consummate ease.  Even the third sphere, which was about the size of a golf ball, practically fell out of her rear like plums from a grocery bag.  Taylor tugged out the final two and held the string of beads aloft; every one of the round plastic orbs smeared with a layer of glistening ass juice.  Noticing that her friend’s new toy was in need of a clean, the blonde beauty fed the balls between her lips one by one and sucked them until they were spotless. 

The first one, then the second.  By the time she’d gotten the third one in, Taylor’s cleaning process was turning into a feat every bit as impressive as Selena’s before her.  The first ball had reached the back of her throat; the string of beads bending in all directions to keep the popstar from choking on them.  She squeezed the final sphere into her mouth, her cheeks bulging like a squirrel with a nut as she housed the plastic orbs in all four corners of her maw.  Then, she pulled them out, the large beads dripping with spittle as she retrieved them from her lips. 

“Mmm!” Taylor murmured, licking her pouty lips.  “Your ass tastes good!”

Selena turned onto her back and Taylor met her for a kiss; the Latin babe tasting her essence off her friend’s lips and tongue as they made out on the king size bed.  Then, as they were sucking face, the pair rolled over so Selena was on top; the Hispanic songstress plunging her tongue in one final time before breaking from the kiss.

“OK, now it’s my turn.” Without even looking, Selena reached to the side of the bed and picked up a pair of handcuffs.  “Gimme your hands.”

Taylor did was instructed, raising her hands above her head like she was actually getting arrested.  Selena fastened the first cuff around her wrist, threaded the connecting chain through the slats on the bed and did the same with the second.  Now Taylor’s hands were suspended in mid air; the fair-haired singer completely at the mercy of her Latin chum as she cuffed her to the headboard.

Selena pulled down Taylor’s shorts and tossed them aside.  She picked up a battery powered wand vibrator and switched it on, the actress-singer turning it right up to eleven right off the bat.  The toy was buzzing away in her hand like a swarm of bees as she held it to Taylor’s clit; the powerful hum making the popstar quiver all over as it pressed against her bud.

“Ooh, wow!

Selena grinned.  “Feels good, huh?”

“Uh huh,” Taylor groaned, closing her pretty blue eyes as the humming toy worked wonders on her clit.

But her pleasure was short lived and just as Taylor felt her pussy start to slicken, the heavenly buzz against her pulsing bud came to an abrupt halt.  She opened her eyes, seeing Selena grinning devilishly as she held the toy teasingly above her crotch.

“Hey, bitch!” Taylor spat.  “What the fuck?!”

“Beg,” said Selena, the wand poised a few tantalising inches from Taylor’s snatch.

“What?!”

“You heard me, bitch.  Freakin’ beg!”

Taylor rolled her eyes.  “Seriously, girl?”

“Do I look like I’m kidding, slut?”

She didn’t.  In fact, the sly grin had now completely disappeared from Selena’s face.  She looked deadly serious.

“Or I can leave you thrust up here until dinner time.  Your choice.”

Taylor sighed, rolling her eyes once more. 

“Fine. Suit yourself,” said Selena hopping up from the bed and beginning across the bedroom floor.  “Maybe one of the other girls will want me to use this on them instead.”

The quivering in Taylor’s nether regions had spread to the rest of her body.  In fact, the singer had gotten so worked up she was shaking like a leaf in her restricted stance. 

“WAIT! I want it! I want to feel that fucking toy buzz against my twat! Give it to me! Please, baby! Gimme it!”

Selena stopped in her tracks; the naughty smirk returning to her gorgeous features as she halted in the centre of the room. 

“There.  That wasn’t so hard, was it?” she said, still facing the bedroom door. “Now say my name.”

“Selena.”

“Louder, bitch.”

“Selena!”

“Louder!”

“SELENA! SELENA! SELENA! SELEEENNNAAA!!!”

Selena turned back to face her friend.  “Better.  Now...beg.”

“Gimme me that toy, baby.  Please, Selena.  Hold that buzzing fuckwand against my cooch until I squirt like a fucking water feature!”

Selena knelt back on the edge of the bed and finally returned the toy to Taylor’s crotch; her clit throbbing like an athlete’s ticker as she held the vibrating head against it.

“Ahh, fuck!” Taylor cooed, her lower lip trembling as the wand hummed against her bud.

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you, bitch?”

“Uh huh.”

Selena pulled the vibrator away once more.  “Tell me how much you fucking like it.”

“I love it, Selena!  I fucking love it!  Please, Selena!  Please, baby!  Fuck me with that fucking toy until I cum all over it!”

Selena slapped her across the cheek, the unexpected strike making Taylor gasp.  “You’ll cum when I say you can cum!  Is that clear?”

“Yes, Selena.”

“Good.”

Selena returned the wand between Taylor’s thighs once more; the blonde beauty trembling and quivering anew every time the vibrating head touched her aching clit.  By this point she was practically fit to burst; the singer writhing around on the bed as the buzzing fucktoy hummed against her cooch.  Fluids seeped from her gash and coated her vaginal lips, the fair-haired songstress almost chewing her lower lip clean off as the vibrating toy made her pussy purr like a Bengal tigress. 

“Are you ready to cum, baby?” asked Selena, looking down at her friend as she wriggled and squirmed across the mattress.

“Yes, Selena.  Yes, I’m gonna cum!”

Selena pulled the wand away yet again.  “Remember what I said.  Not until I say so.”

“OK, Selena.  OK, baby.”

“Ask me if you can cum.”

“Can I cum now, Selena?  Please, baby.  Please let me cum.”

“Hmm, since you asked so sweetly...yes, you can cum.”  Selena placed the wand back against Taylor’s clit.  “Make it a good one, OK, bitch?  I want you to spray like a freakin’ firehose!  I want you to paint that fucking wall with your sweet slutjuice!”  She pointed to the far side of the room, a distance of at least ten feet.  “You got that, you little whore?”

There was no response.  Taylor’s eyes were clamped shut, her mouth gaping open like she was catching flies; the popstar appearing to have been rendered almost senseless by the powerful buzz of the toy against her clit.  Enraged that her question had gone unanswered, Selena yanked the wand away once more.

“Are you deaf, bitch?  I said have you fucking got that?”

“Yes, Selena!  Yes, I’ve got that!”

“Then do it, bitch!”  Selena barked, holding the toy against Taylor’s clit with such force she nearly singed the skin.  “Shoot that fucking ladyload like the slutty little squirt machine you are!”

Having withheld her friend’s orgasm for so long it was bordering on torture, Selena pulled the wand from between her thighs one final time, giving her the go ahead to let loose and fire.  Taylor’s pussy erupted is if on cue; a forceful jet of clear, wet girlspunk surging from her cunt and firing across the room like a Brooklyn fire hydrant; a trajectory that could have landed her an entry in The Guinness Book of Records, the sparkling fluid trailing across the floor and up the far side wall, just as Selena had ordered.

“Wow!” Selena gushed.  “Damn, girl!  You went off like a friggin’ rocket!”

“I know!” Taylor replied, panting heavily as she recovered from her eruption.  “Well, bitch,” she went on, ditching the submissive act at the drop of a hat now that she’d shot her load, “you gonna uncuff me or what?”

Selena, however, was having none of it.  “Nuh uh.  Not yet, bitch.”  She picked up a huge, incredibly girthy black strapon and clasped it in her hand.  “Now I want to see what this one can do!”

End of Chapter 8
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Chapter 9

Starring: Taylor Swift

LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA. 6 JANUARY. 15.30 PST

Joel had been knelt on the cold stone floor in a dark, dank basement for some time.  Quite how long it had been he wasn’t sure. There was no clock on the walls and his wristwatch had been removed.  Not that the handsome, 40 something pilot would have been able to see it anyway, as his hands were bound together behind his back with a pair of leather cuffs.  All he could hear was the gradual drip of his saliva onto the frigid ground. He had a ball gag in his mouth meaning droplets of spittle had been dripping slowly from his chin since he’d been put in this position.  His ankles were fastened together with shackles; the metal cuffs so large and imposing they wouldn’t have looked out of place on a chain gang. A collar had been fastened around his neck, a long leather leash trailing down to the floor and he was entirely naked, save for a small leather thong that cupped his package and rode up his ass crack like a woman’s g-string. 

He’d been taking scans of his surroundings since minute one.  All kinds of BDSM accessories, from paddles to ticklers, whips to riding crops, hung from the walls, while a number of exotic looking apparatus lined the basement floor.  There was a set of stocks. A tall wooden board with a single metal cuff fused to each corner. A bench with all manner of leather belts and buckles laid across the surface.  There was a red neon sign on the wall reading, “The safe word is ‘pineapple’. Use it and you’re out the door”.

Finally, after he’d been knelt on the hard stone floor for what must have been nearly an hour, Joel heard the dull thud of footsteps approaching slowly from a distance.  The footsteps stopped as they reached the entrance, replaced by the sliding and unlocking of a series of latches and bolts, so complex it sounded like The Hole at Alcatraz.  The door opened with a loud, horror movie creak, and in stepped Taylor Swift. She was dressed head to toe in fetish gear; an outfit so simultaneously alluring and imposing it would see even the most dominant of alpha males dropping to their knees and worshipping the ground she walked on at the drop of a hat.

She wore a crotchless latex jumpsuit that clung to her like a second skin; the shiny black garment showcasing every curve of her athletic body and baring the crack of her peachy, round ass and her freshly shaven pussy for all to see.  A matching set of glossy elbow length gloves stretched up her arms and a pair of expensive black stilettos adorned her dainty feet. A black choker bearing the word ‘BITCH’ in silver block capitals ringed her neck to round off the outfit.

To say the getup gave Miss Swift a domineering presence would be putting it lightly and the gorgeous blonde singer had styled her hair and done her makeup in accordance with her intimidating air. Her golden hair had been carefully slicked back; the shiny blonde locks styled and re-styled with more hair product than the state of New Jersey.  She wore black eyeshadow, thick dark mascara and stark red lipstick; Taylor’s fair hair, expensive beauty products and strong, frightening demeanour giving her the air of a Gestapo interrogator as she crossed the basement floor.

How Joel had ended up in such a compromising position went like this; Miss Swift had fired Joel and his trusted co-pilot Ryan, when they declined the offer to pilot the popstar’s private jet during her ‘tour’ of Europe earlier in the year.  They were fully booked throughout that entire month and had been for some time, but as far as Taylor was concerned, these details were simply immaterial. She just could not fathom how the two flyboys could possibly have a more important client than her.  Due to their unreliability and insubordination, Taylor had been forced to sip champagne in the first class lounge of a commercial flight like a common peasant. She sacked both men on the spot. 

However, with a party to arrange on her brand new Bahamian island, Taylor was going to be racking up a good deal of air miles over the coming months and, as such, would be in need of a pair of pilots she could trust.  In this context, the popstar defined ‘trust’ as being prepared to bend to her will with minimal resistance. She needed a team that would fly her to Timbuktu and back at the click of her fingers. She conducted interviews with a number of other pilots, but none of them were of the required standard (many were, in fact, far more skilled and experienced than Joel and Ryan, but lacked the ‘physical’ attributes of her previous employees).  With what seemed to be every pilot in the state of California interviewed and rejected, and with meetings on the island with the heads of a number of construction firms scheduled for the following week, Taylor was left with little choice.   

Joel received a text message from Taylor asking him if he wished to visit her home to discuss a return to her employ.  Understandably, Joel had been angered by his sudden and incredibly unjust dismissal and vowed never to work for her again, no matter how much she begged and what financial incentives she offered.  But with a simple message from the fair-haired singer and a reminder if the certain other ‘bonuses’ she’d bestowed upon him during his time in her jet, that quickly went out the window. The pair arranged a meeting and Joel went along, the handsome pilot’s mind whirring with all the possible inducements she may used to coax back into her cockpit.  However, when Miss Swift had answered the door in her fetish get up, tapping the tongue of a riding crop menacingly in her gloved hand, it was clear to Joel that he may have gotten a little more than he bargained for.   

*

Taylor stood before Joel, hands on her shapely, latex-clad hips as she regarded his kneeling frame.  She leant over and removed his ball gag. Joel stared forward, the singer’s air so fearsome and domineering that he could scarecly make eye contact with her.  She placed a finger under his chin and angled him up to meet her gaze.

“You know why you’re here, right?” she asked.

“Yes,” Joel replied timidly.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Taylor.”

“Taylor?!” she spat.  “It’s Mistress or Miss Swift to you, got that?  Call me Taylor again and my riding crop will get acquainted with those nice steel buns of yours.  Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Miss Swift.”

Good.  So, tell me, why are you here?”

“I’m here so you can offer me my old job back.”

Taylor threw her head back and laughed.  “Offer? Ha! Baby, I ain’t offering shit. You want that job back, you’re gonna have to beg for it.”

“B-beg?” Joel stammered.

“That’s what I said, wasn’t it?  Beg. And do it well, ‘cause if you leave here without securing the position you’ll have wasted my time.  And I don’t like my time being wasted.” She smacked her riding crop against her hand. The message was clear: play ball or the next one is for you.  “So, come on...beg.”

Joel gulped nervously.  His lower lip trembled slightly, his mouth drier than noon in the Sahara.  “P-please, Miss Swift. Please can I be your pilot again?”

Taylor smirked.  “Hmm, not bad. I think you can do better though.  Beg for your job, you little worm. Plead for that shit.”

“Please, Miss Swift.  I-I beg you. Please let me be your pilot again.  I’ll do anything you want.”

“Hmm.  Anything, huh?  I like the sound of that.”  She struck her gloved hand once more.  “Be more specific. If I grant you the honour of being my pilot, what exactly are you gonna do for me?”

“I’ll...I’ll eat your pussy out.  I’ll make you cum real good. Every time we fly.”

Taylor let out a loud, trilling laugh.  “Just eat it? What are you, a freakin’ dyke?  You got a pussy under that little thong, have you?”  She tapped her riding crop against the crotch of his fetish undergarments, the large, protruding bulge, however, a clear indicator that what he had inside was all man.

“I mean, it’s cool if you do,” Taylor went on. “I like pussy too, as you’re well aware.”

He certainly was. One didn’t work for several years as the pilot of the popstar’s private jet without learning a thing or two about her sexual preferences.

“But I was under the impression you had a dick tucked away in there,” Taylor added, tapping her crop against his crotch a second time. “Do you have a dick?” 

“Y-yes, Miss Swift,” Joel replied, looking down at the stone floor with equal parts dejection and humiliation.

“Mmm, yes, I remember,” Taylor purred.  “It’s a big one, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Miss Swift.”

“How big is it?”

“About ten inches, M-Miss Swift.”

“Mmm, nice!  That is big.  Shame it’s wasted on a little pussy ass bitch, who wants to lick my box like a freakin’ sorority girl at a party!  Can you even eat pussy? I mean, I can make a girl cum like that.” She clicked her gloved fingers. “I bet you couldn’t get me off if your life depended on it.  Could you, you little bitch?”

“I-I could, Miss Swift.”

Taylor turned around and thrust her bare ass out in his direction.  “Prove it then, bitch. Get me off with that tongue of yours. Put your money where your mouth is.”

She reached back and placed a hand at the back of his head, pushing his face into the crack of her ass.  Joel shot out his tongue and licked at her wet pussy; the handsome pilot lapping at her clit like he hadn’t eaten in days.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby,” said Taylor, gripping a handful of his hair and holding his face in her crack so firmly that he couldn’t have escaped if he’d wanted to.  “Eat that fucking pussy! Show me how much you want the job.”

Joel scoffed at her hot pink snatch like a man possessed, Taylor’s sugary sweet pussy juices smearing across his face as he tongued at her pulsing clit. 

“Ohh, fuck!” Taylor purred, her pretty face lit up like a Christmas tree as Joel lapped at her sodden box.

It pained her to admit it, but he was doing a stand up job.  Such a good job, in fact, that her grip loosened on his hair slightly as jolts of pleasure shot through her system.  Joel, who had been scarcely been able to breathe since minute one of his oral secapade, took this rare lapse in her domineering demeanor to come up for a lungful of air.

“Hey!  What are you doing!?” Taylor shrieked, spinning back around to face him.  “Did I say you could stop? I’m gonna have to punish you for that, aren’t I?  Turn around, bend over. Face on the ground, ass in the air. Quickly.”

Joel did as instructed.  He span around as quickly as his restricted legs would allow and bent over, thrusting his muscular, thong-clad ass up into the air.

Taylor placed the tongue of her riding crop against one of his ass cheeks.  “Apologise.”

“I’m sorry, Miss Swift.”

Taylor drew the crop back and struck Joel on the ass; the cane meeting his rear with a loud *THWACK*, leaving behind a thin red mark across his flesh.

“Ahh!” Joel hissed, his buns stinging from the force of the strike. 

He thought of yelling the safe word but decided against it.  When he was balls deep in Taylor’s ass on the shores of her Caribbean island, making her scream out his name as he pounded her to within an inch of her life, all this pain and humiliation will have paid off.

Taylor hit him again, even harder than the first time.  “I said ‘apologise’.”

“I’m sorry!  I’m sorry, Miss Swift!”

“Will you stop again without my say so?”

“No, Miss Swift!  Never again! I promise!”

“Good,” Taylor grinned.  “Get back up.” She tapped him on his sore ass with the tongue of her crop.  “Up! Up!”

Joel sat and turned back around as fast as he could.

“You’re not afraid of eating a little ass, are you?” Taylor asked.

“No, Miss Swift.”

Taylor returned to her previous position and whipped her crop out behind her, wrapping the shaft around the back of Joel’s neck and pulling his face back into her rear.  “Then hop to it,” she said, pulling tightly on the ends of her cane as she held him between her cheeks.

Joel delved his tongue into her asshole and bobbed his head as much as his restricted stance would allow; the slick red flesh probing a little deeper into her rectum with each pass.  Before long, his tongue was tunneling so far into her anal cavity it was like he was mining for gold; the muscled pilot rooting around in the singer’s rump like he was searching for his keys.

“Yeah, that’s it!” Taylor groaned.  “Eat that fucking ass! What else you gonna do to my ass if I let you fly me again, huh?”

She released him from between her cheeks so he could answer.

“I’ll fuck it,” he wheezed, the middle-aged hunk sucking in deep breaths as he responded.  “I’ll pound your tight little ass into next July! You won’t be able to walk by the time I’m finished with you!”

Joel closed his eyes, bracing himself for another strike of Taylor’s riding crop or maybe a slap across the face for speaking to her in such a manner.  But instead, all he got in return was a pleasured groan. It had, in fact, been exactly what she’d wanted to hear.

“Ooh! Tell me more!” she cooed in delight.  “What about your friend? Is he gonna fuck me too?”

Joel opened his mouth to respond, but Taylor stopped him, placing the tongue of her cane across his lips.

“Hold on,” she said.  “Why don’t we ask him?”

Taylor strutted across the basement floor, her heels clicking and echoing from wall to wall as she went.  At the far end of the room was a large sliding wooden door. Taylor slid it back to reveal Joel’s co-pilot Ryan thrust up to a wooden frame; his wrists and ankles bound to the bondage apparatus like Christ on the cross.  He wore a leather thong matching that of his work colleague, a dog collar around his neck and ball gag in his mouth as he stood thrust up like a butchered pig.

“What about you, huh?” asked Taylor, tapping Ryan on the cheek with her riding crop.  “Are you gonna fuck me like your friend here?”

She removed his ball gag so he could answer.

“Yes, Miss Swift,” he wheezed.

Taylor smirked and patted the tongue of her crop against the crotch of his thong.  “Let’s see what we’re working with here, shall we?”

Taylor slid her gloved fingers under the waistband of his thong and whipped it down, his half hard cock raising slightly like a half-levered drawbridge. 

“Hmm, looks like you like Mistress Swift dominating you.”  She ran the tongue of her cane along his shaft making his long, thick cock stiffen further.  “Don’t you, big boy?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he replied.

Taylor smirked.  “Let’s see what else you enjoy.”

She set her riding crop down on an antique cabinet and crossed the room.  A collection of bondage accessories, every bit as extensive as that of the previous chamber, hung on the far wall.

“Hmm, which one do I choose?” Taylor pondered; the blonde haired beauty wandering slowly along the length of the wall, considering each of the exotic objects in turn.  “You,” she finally decided, stopping before a leather flogger and removing it from its hook.

She stepped up behind Ryan and ran the flogger’s tassels along his thigh and up to his ass.  Then, she drew it back and whipped it forward, the tassels striking the co-pilot’s firm rear like a cat o’ nine tails.  Ryan hissed at the force of the hit; the blow leaving a series of thin rosy marks across his cheeks. Taylor peered around to his crotch, noticing that his dick had grown and hardened in response to the strike; the nine inch wang now jutting from his groin like a long flesh girder.

“Ooh, yeah!  You definitely like that!”

She hit a few more times for good measure; on his thighs, his back and his ass again, almost the entire rear side of his body red raw by the time she was done. 

“So you’re gonna fuck me good then, huh?” she asked, running the tails of her flogger across his muscled chest. 

“Yes, Miss Swift.”

“Well you’ve certainly got the right tool for the job,” said Taylor, draping her floggers tassels over the top of his wang.  “You know how to use that thing, baby?”

“Yes, Miss Swift.”

Taylor dropped to her knees, setting her flogger on the ground beside her as she gave his cock a closer inspection.

“Well, the plumbing certainly works,” she said, spotting the pearl of precum pooling in his open tip. 

She shot out her tongue and lapped it up, Ryan’s dick flopping up and down before her in response.  It looked like someone was operating it via remote control. Taylor laughed.

“Sensitive little fella, isn’t he?” she grinned.  “You’re not one of those little bitches who cums after five seconds are you?”

“N-no, Miss Swift.”

“I hope not, ‘cause I’ve got no time for a two pump chump, believe me.” 

He did believe her.  Given that she’d just spent the better part of ten minutes hitting him with a flogger for no apparent reason, Ryan daren’t even think about what the punishment for cumming early might be.

“OK, honey, here’s what’s going to happen,” Taylor went on.  “I’m going to suck this big, fat dick of yours and if you even think about shooting your wad before I’m finished you’ll be back at American Airlines, ferrying pensioners to Florida and back until you retire.  You got that?”

“Yes, Miss Swift.”

“Good.”

She parted her lips and wrapped them around his cock, sinking the pouty red prickpleasers right down to the hilt on the first pass. 

“Ahh, fuck!” Ryan exclaimed, the chiseled stud unprepared for his popstar counterpart to devour his wang so greedily.

Taylor released his dick from her mouth; the girthy member dripping with spittle as she held it in her hands.

“God damn, you’re a little pussy, aren’t you?” she said.  “You almost came on the first pass! What are you, 15 years old?”

Ryan hung his head in shame. 

“Shame, ‘cause this is a big fucking dick!” Taylor continued.  “Tell me what you’re gonna do to me with his long, thick cock. Provided that you can keep from blowing your load for five seconds of course.”

Taylor returned his dick to her mouth; swallowing it right down to the balls once more.  Ryan did his best to mask his pleasure as she choked him down to the base, but couldn’t stop a muffled “MMPF!” from escaping his throat.

“I-I’ll fuck you real good and hard,” he said, his voice quivering slightly as Taylor worked his pole.

Taylor replied to each of Ryan’s declarations in turn, retrieving his dick from her maw just long enough to shoot back a response, before returning it back where it came from.  “Oh, yeah? And what hole you gonna fuck me in, big boy?”

“Your-your ass.  I’ll fuck you hard in your supple, round ass!”

“Ooh, bad news for you, I’m afraid.  Your friend has already claimed my ass.  I guess you’ll have to take the pussy. Think you can do that, baby?  Think you and your friend can double team me as we soar over Middle America?”

“But...who’d fly the plane?”

“I dunno.  You’re the pilots.  You figure it out.”

By this point, Taylor was slurping at Ryan’s cock like there was no tomorrow; her pretty mouth generating more suction than a state of the art vacuum cleaner as she worked his pulsing wang.  Ryan was clinging to his load for dear life; the handsome pilot trembling from head to shackled foot as he fought to retain his wad. His balls brewed and churned with what felt like a week’s build up of creamy, hot spunk; his throbbing prick itching to release it. 

“Hmm, not bad,” Taylor declared, retrieving his dick from between her lips one final time and giving it a stroke.  “From the look of you, I thought you’d blow in a matter of seconds, but you’ve managed to hold off pretty well. You can cum now, IF” she said, holding up a black latex finger, “you ask very nicely.”

“Please, Miss Swift, may I shoot my load?” Ryan asked, his voice aquiver as she jerked him off.

“Hmm, I didn’t really buy that.”  The stroking came to an abrupt halt.  His dick was literally pumping as Taylor released it from her hands, his balls heaving with the weight of the spunkload brewing away inside.  “Beg.”

“Please, Miss Swift!  Please! I’ll do anything!  I’ll be your personal slave.  You can keep me chained up in here or as long as I live, eating nothing but your sweet pink pussy and tight little ass!  You can flog me, whip me, do whatever you want to me, if you let me blast my nut over your pretty face!”

Taylor grinned.  That really was some textbook grovelling.  “OK, OK. You can cum. But make it a good one.”

She wrapped her mits around Ryan’s cock and jerked it once more; the twitching pole requiring a mere trio of strokes before it went off.  A thick torrent of creamy, off-white jizz blasted from his tip and splattered across her face, drenching her features in an unholy amount piping seed. 

“Wow!  Not bad,” said Taylor, releasing his prick and leaving the last few drops of nut to drip onto the floor beneath him as she returned to the previous room.

She strolled around behind Joel’s kneeling form and uncuffed his wrists and ankles.  She took hold of his lead and gave it a light tug. “Come with me.”

Joel obeyed.  He got on all fours; the shredded hunk crawling behind Taylor like a faithful lapdog as she lead him into the next room.

“Sit,” said Taylor, pointing a finger down at Joel.  He returned to his kneeling stance. “Stay. Good doggy,” she added with a wicked grin.

Joel and Ryan regarded one another sheepishly from their respective stances.

“OK, boys, here’s what’s going to happen,” Taylor added.  “You belong to me now. You’re my property. If I need you, you drop whatever you’re doing in the blink of an eye.  You hear me? I don’t care if President Trump needs you to fly him to Iran for fucking peace talks. You tell that orange twerp to jump on the next United Airlines flight and think himself lucky.  Else I’ll see to it that neither of you boys will be able to fly as much as a freakin’ kite so long as you live.” She unfastened the restraints on Ryan’s wrists and ankles. “Are we clear?”

“Yes, Miss Swift,” they said in unison.

“Good,” Taylor replied, laying back on a black leather futon and spreading her legs, splitting open her slick pink pussy with two gloved fingers.  “Now get over here and fuck me like you said you will. And you better make me cum.”

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Re: Dirty 30 (Taylor Swift and friends)[Chapter 9 posted]
« Reply #13 on: January 06, 2020, 05:23:09 PM »
I heap a lot of praise on you, and deservedly so, but this chapter?  This series?  You are absolutely killing it.  Keep up the fucking fantastic work.   :Y:
 
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Re: Dirty 30 (Taylor Swift and friends)[Chapter 9 posted]
« Reply #14 on: January 07, 2020, 09:41:02 AM »
Chapter 10

Starring: Taylor Swift

LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA. 6 JANUARY. 16.15 PST

Taylor Swift was sat on a black leather futon, far into the depths of her dark, sordid basement.  Her two pilots, Joel and Ryan, were stood before her. They still wore their matching collars and leads, their spit-slathered ball gags dangling around their necks.  Taylor had both their cocks clasped in her hands; the blonde beauty slurping and sucking at each of the oversized wangs in turn as she switched back and forth from one to the other. 

Her head darted from one dick to the next so quickly it was almost a blur.  Taylor swallowed both cocks right down to where her gloved hands wrapped around the base; the randy singer slicking each of the girthy prongs in oodles of slippery, wet saliva as she went.  Both men cooed and groaned in unison as she worked their wangs; the chiseled pair reaching down and fondling her perky tits (one she’d given them explicit permission to do so, of course) while she blew them. 

“Move in closer, boys,” said Taylor, as she released Joel’s prick from her mouth.  “I want both of you at once.”

The guys looked at one another; both appearing a little apprehensive at the prospect of their cocks meeting, even if it was inside the popstar’s mouth.

“Oh, what?  You boys scared of your dicks touching?” Taylor asked.  “I’d get used to it if I were you, ‘cause I’m a girl who loves her double penetrations.”

Without awaiting a response, Taylor pulled both men closer and opened her mouth as wide as it would go.  Their cocks crossed at the middle as she fed them between her lips; their equally large, equally swollen dickheads poking at the inside of her cheeks as she took them in her mouth.  She slurped greedily at the pair of pricks as they filled her gaping maw; both of the long, thick wangs dripping with spittle by the time she finally released them.

“There, that wasn’t so bad was it?” she grinned.

Taylor wrapped her hand around Ryan’s leash as she sucked his dick right down to the balls.  She reached behind him with her free hand, grasping his ass cheeks and clamping him in so tight, he couldn’t have escaped if he’d wanted to.  She coughed and choked around the lengthy cock pulsing and throbbing in her mouth; drooling over it, slobbering on it, lapping at the underside as she held it between her lips.  Then, she did the same to Joel; the horny songstress somehow swallowing down his even longer wang with even greater ease than she had his co-pilot. By the time she’d released Joel’s dick from the confines of her mouth, both of the giant dongs were dripping like leaky shower heads.  But Taylor wasn’t done yet. In fact, she’d only just gotten started and no sooner had she retrieved the pilot’s prick from her greedy, drooling maw, had she instructed him as to what to do next.   

“Turn around,” she said.  “I want to lick your ass.”

Joel, again, didn’t exactly seemed enthralled by the prospect and remained in his current stance in hope that Taylor would lose interest in the idea.  Fat chance of that.

“Oh, jeez,” she sighed.  “Don’t tell me you don’t like getting rimmed either.  Goddamn, you two really are a couple of little bitches, aren’t you?  Well, go on then, fuck off. I’m sure I can find two pilots who’ll happily let me jam my tongue up their ass!”

Joel was reluctant, but not so much that he was willing to give up a job most pilots would murder their wives for.  He turned around and backed up towards her; knowing full well that hitting that tight, little A-list ass on the reg would be well worth taking a tongue up his rectum for.  Taylor didn’t hang around. She prized his ass cheeks apart like the Red Sea and burrowed into his crack like she was searching for buried treasure. 

“Ohh!” Joel cooed, the handsome pilot finding the feeling of his first rimjob to be oddly pleasant.

It certainly didn’t hurt that Taylor’s technique was second to none.  In a matter of seconds, she had her tongue buried in his rectum; the singer bobbing her pretty blonde head back and forth at lightning pace as she tonguefucked his rear. 

“Oh, sweet Jesus!” Joel groaned, his cock hopping and bouncing before him in response to the grade A rimming.

“Yeah, you like that don’t you, baby?” said Taylor, prizing her face from the depths of his crack.  “You were playing coy with me, weren’t you, you kinky motherfucker?! You fucking love getting your ass licked, you dirty little bastard!”

She reached around and started jerking him off, the randy songstress spitting in his asscrack before going back in for more.  Before long, she was tonguing his ass and pulling his prick at the same time and performing both actions with expert precision; the blonde popstar tooting the trombone like she was first chair in the school band.  She could feel his cock twitch and pulse in her hand, his ass cheeks clenching around her face as he lapped at his ring.

“You’re not gonna cum already are you?” Taylor asked.  “I think you better take a little break. Remember; cum early and you’re out the door.”

She pushed him away and gave him a little slap on the ass as she called her next victim.

“You,” she said, pointing a black latex finger at Ryan.  “Over here.”

Ryan stepped up and Taylor positioned him where she wanted him.

“Fuck my face,” she instructed, placing her hands behind her back and gaping her lips invitingly.

Ryan fed his dick into her mouth and, somewhat timidly, began working it slowly back and forth, feeding about half of his long, thick shaft between her lips with each motion.  Taylor stopped him and retrieved his cock from her mouth.

“Jesus!  What the fuck was that?!” she exclaimed.  “Fuck my mouth like you mean it, you little bitch!”

Ryan returned his dick to her mouth and thrusted harder and faster, the muscled pilot now working seven of his nine girthy inches into the depths of her maw with each stroke.  But Taylor still wasn’t satisfied.

“Come on!  Harder!” she barked.  “Pound my slutty mouth, you fucking pussy!”

Possibly unable to take any more insults or aspersions on his manhood, Ryan gripped two handfuls of Taylor’s styled golden hair and thrusted into her maw like his life depended on it.  He drove it down to the base with each pass, all manner of coughing and gagging noises escaping her stark red lips as he drilled her mouth like a second vagina. Spit smeared across his shaft and dripped from her chin, his big, heavy balls smacking against her throat as he fucked her pretty mouth.

“Better,” said Taylor, still coughing and spluttering slightly as Ryan pulled from between her lips, his dick slathered from tip to base in oodles upon oodles of saliva.  She climbed up onto the futon and knelt across it. “Now get that dick in my pussy. You,” she added, pointing at Joel, “in my mouth.”

The guys positioned themselves at either end as directed.  Joel fed his dick between Taylor’s lips and gripped her hair, like his co-pilot had done moments before.  Ryan buried his cock in her pussy and, before long, the randy singer was getting taken from both sides. Joel and Ryan thrusted into their designated holes in perfect unison; the chiseled pair driving their dicks right down to the hilt with each pass.

“Harhur!” Taylor screamed as best she could around the ten inch wang pummeling her throat.

“What was that?” asked Ryan, fully aware of what she was trying to say but enjoying the element of control he was finally possessing. 

“HARHUR!”

“I think she wants us to fuck her harder,” Joel declared, the middle-aged stud holding a handful of her product-rich hair as he drove his cock between her lips.

“Lead that way then, Captain,” Ryan replied, and with that both men thrusted back and forth in their respective holes harder than ever before.

The tip of Joel’s wang was hitting the back of Taylor’s throat with each pass; spittle coating his wang as he fucked her mouth.  Meanwhile, Ryan was drilling her from the opposite end; his thick, swollen dickhead probing her g-spot with every motion. 

“You want some of this pussy now, Captain?” asked Ryan.

“Why thank you, Ryan,” Joel replied as the two men changed ends.

Ryan pushed his dick into Taylor’s mouth; the fair-haired songstress tasting her pussy juices off his dong as he fed it inside.  At the other end, Joel was already balls deep in her cooch; the handsome pilot driving his dick right down to the base as he pounded her from behind. 

“SANK ME!” Taylor screamed, her cries once again muffled by the girthy wang swelling in her mouth. 

“What?” said Joel.  “We can’t hear you, slut.”

“SANK ME!  SANK ME!”

“Spank you?  OK. You asked for it, bitch.”

Taylor’s request came through loud and clear, but Joel decided to do her one better.  He reached back to the antique cabinet behind him, where Taylor had left her riding crop.  He picked it up and passed it across to Ryan.

“Ryan, maybe you’d like to do the honours.”

“Thank you, Captain.”

Ryan leaned over Taylor’s kneeling frame, his cock still buried deep in her mouth as he struck the crop against her ass.

“MMM!” Taylor groaned around his dong as he pulled it back and delivered a second blow to the other cheek.

He repeated this process several times, the singer taking multiple hits to the rear as she was worked over from both ends by over a foot and a half of thick, veiny cock; each strike making her scream in ecstasy and leaving her peachy ass every bit as red and sore as her male counterparts before her.

“Yeah, you like that don’t you, slut?” asked Joel, taking a hold of her hair and pulling her upright, Ryan’s cock slipping from her mouth as he did so.

“Yes, I love it!” Taylor cried.  “I fucking love it! Choke me! Slap me!  Treat me like a whore!”

Joel pinned her hands behind her back as he fucked her from behind.  Ryan placed a hand around her throat. Taylor loved giving into the two men and letting them take control.  She loved it so much, in fact, that she’d lost sight of the whole purpose of the meeting (if one could call it that).  She was supposed to be punishing them.  Uncuffed and unshackled, Taylor was utterly at the mercy of the two studs from a physical standpoint, but there was certainly another way in which she could continue to take control; verbally.

“Fucking pussy!” she spat.  “Goddamnit, you choke like a five year old girl.  Put your back into it, bitch!”

Ryan tightened his grip around her throat; the choking sensation heightening the feeling of the pounding she was taking to euphoric levels of pleasure.

“Yes!  Come on, boys!” she screamed as best she could.  “Give me an orgasm. Make me fucking cum like I”ve never cum before!”

By now, Joel was pounding away at her pussy like a jackhammer; the chiseled stud still using her lustrous golden locks as a set of reins as he drove his cock into the darkest depths of her snatch.  Taylor did her best to mask the true extent of her orgasm, which, in fact, was one of the best she’d had from vaginal penetration alone.

“Hmm, not bad,” she said.  “But you little pussies are gonna have to make cum harder than that if you want to keep those new jobs of yours.”  She looked back at Joel. “Get that dick in my ass.”

Joel pulled his cock from her pussy and pointed it at her rear; her puckered pink rim stretching around his bulging head as he pushed it inside.  He began to rock to and fro; guiding his dick back and forth in her rectum and working an additional inch inside her with each pass. Before long, he was hitting it nuts deep; her peachy, round ass clattering against his pelvis as he drove his ten inch wang into her colon.  Taylor looked up at Ryan, his thick, spit-slicked cock clasped in his hand.

“Get that dick in my pussy,” she said.  “Now.”

Joel gripped Taylor by the hips and rolled onto his back, taking the popstar with him; the pilot showcasing an agility that looked beyond his 40 something frame as he switched their stance from doggy style to reverse cowgirl in the blink of an eye.  Ryan knelt on the edge of the futon, pressed his dick up against Taylor’s snatch and pushed it inside. 

“Yes!  Fuck me, boys!” Taylor screeched, reaching around and gripping Ryan’s firm ass.  “Drill those fucking holes!”

Joel and Ryan drove their dicks into her in perfect synchronicity; their thick, swollen dickheads tunneling into the depths of her pussy and anal cavity alike as they wedged her slender body between theirs likes the meat in the sandwhich.  Taylor gripped the chain dangling from Ryan’s neck and looped it around her knuckles, pulling his head down until their faces were mere inches apart. 

“You call that fucking?!” she spat.  “Pound my pussy like a man, you sissy ass bitch!”

She gathered her riding crop from the side of the futon and struck it against Ryan’s ass. 

“Fuck me!” she yelled as the narrow cane hit his muscled rear.  “Fuck me, you fucking pussy!”

She struck Ryan’s rump damn near every time he thrust inside her; the chiseled pilot responding to each blow by pounding her ever harder, putting more force behind each pump as he drilled her sodden gash.  But the strikes continued to come thick and fast, as did the insults, and no matter how hard he went at her pussy, Taylor found new and increasingly crass ways to put him down and question his manhood. 

“Jesus Christ!  You fuck like a little whimp!  That big, fat cock really is wasted on a little bitch like you!  Come on, control me! Slap me! Be a fucking man!”

Ryan drew his hand back and struck Taylor across the face.

“Oh, fucking hell!  Who taught you to slap?  Your grandmother?! Do it properly, you fucking sissy!”

Ryan struck her again, harder this time; so hard, in fact, that her cheek glowed red from the force of the strike.  She tried her best to stifle a gasp at the force of the hit. 

“OK, now we’re getting somewhere!” Taylor exclaimed.  “If only you could fuck half as well as you slap! And that goes for you, too!” she added, looking down at Joel beneath her.  “Holy shit, you two really are the most pathetic little bitch boys I’ve ever had the misfortune of fu-!”

Joel had heard enough.  He brought a hand up and placed it over her mouth; reducing any further insults to little more than a slew of muffled utterances.  This, however, played right into Taylor’s hands. By this stage, the two pilots were going at her respective orifices like men possessed; the muscled pair driving their dicks into the depths of her holes in a fury of hate-fuck rage.  The hand over her mouth was the perfect tool to hide the full extent of her orgasm, which surged through her body like a runaway freight train, making her quiver and tingle from head to foot. Had her mouth not been covered, Taylor would have been screaming blue murder as the powerful climax tore through her system.  But, such as it was, the men heard only a light muffled groan as they plowed her into ecstasy. Ryan pulled his dick from her pussy and took a quick breather. In fact, he was panting like he’d just run a marathon, a detail that didn’t go unnoticed by this celebrity counterpart.

“Tired, already?” asked Taylor, now that Joel had finally taken his hand away from her mouth.  “Jeez, all those muscles and you’ve still got the stamina of an old man in a nursing home.” she climbed off Joel’s cock and knelt on the edge of the futon.  “Goddamn! What a little pussy you a-!”

Ryan clasped two handfuls of Taylor’s hair; the singer unable to even finish her sentence before he’d gripped her tightly and buried his cock in her maw. 

“Shut up!” he snapped, the pilot thrusting between her lips like he was actually trying to fuck the crass insults out of her mouth. 

He passed her onto Joel who attempted the exact same thing.  But, alas, it was all to no avail, and no matter how vigorously they pummeled their dicks between her lips, Taylor still took every opportunity she had to toss jibes and put-downs their way like she was flinging them from a catapult. 

“Yeah, that’s it, honey!  Keep thrusting your cock between my lips like that and I might notice that it’s in there soon!”

“Come on!  Harder, pussy!  It ain’t face fucking unless your balls are bouncing off my chin!”

After some time, it was painfully clear to both men that no amount of hair pulling or hip thrusting on their part would go even an eighth of the way towards shutting the blonde singer’s ceaseless piehole.  Joel pulled his dick from between her lips and started jerking. Ryan joined him, the two pilots hoping to blow their loads and leave the popstar’s basement with the small remaining fraction of their manhood still in tact.  However, Taylor, it should come as no surprise to learn, had other ideas. 

“Uh uh.  No shooting those loads yet, boys,” she declared.  “I’m not finished with you yet. Think you’ve got what it takes to put those two dicks in my ass?  Together.”

The guys exchanged looks of unease and apprehension.  Their dicks crossing inside Taylor’s mouth was one thing, but actually rubbing together in her rectum was another matter altogether.

“Too pussy, huh?  That’s cool. I’ll go out and find some real men.  Enjoy those flights to Florida and back. It’s nice there this time of year.”

Taylor picked up her riding crop and headed for the entrance.  Joel and Ryan sighed. No matter how much she’d humiliated them and some of the things she’d made them do, the prospect of fucking her senseless each time they flew her was simply too good to pass up.

“Wait,” said Joel.

Taylor grinned.  “Does that mean you’re gonna do it?” she asked, her back still turned.

The guys looked at one another one last time, grimacing slightly as they replied.  “Yes.”

Taylor turned back to face them and marched back towards the futon.  “Right. You,” she pointed at Ryan, “sit.”

He did as directed; the handsome pilot parking his ass on the leather futon and awaiting further instruction.  Taylor climbed up onto the futon and straddled him. She gripped his dick at the base and fed it into her asshole. 

“You,” she added, looking back at Joel, “you know what to do.”

Joel took a few nervous steps forward and pointed his wang at her already full anus; the middle aged stud already feeling his tip press up against his colleague’s wang before he’d even entered.  He looked to the sky and thought of England; the chiseled pilot guiding his dick forward until his swollen head slipped inside.

“Ahh, fuck!  Yeah, that’s it!” Taylor cooed, intense pleasure etched across her face as the second girthy penis stretched her asshole to its limits.

The guys started to thrust, their cocks sat base to base like the twin barrels of a shotgun as they worked them back and forth in her rear.  Taylor’s asshole was stretched like elastic to receive them; the twin dongs expanding every inch of her rectum as they fed them inside. Before long, Joel and Ryan were driving their dicks in nutsdeep with every pass; their equally thick, bulging cockheads reaching the darkest depths of her colon each time they thrust inside. 

“YES! YES! FUCK!” Taylor cried.  “Fuck my tight fucking ass with those big, fat cocks!”

Joel gripped her hair once more and pulled her up so her back pressed against his torso.  He reached around with his free hand and started strumming her clit; the extra stimulation making her stretched anus clench even tighter around the pair of girthy prongs buried inside it. 

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you, slut?” he asked with a growl.  “You like those two thick pipes ballsdeep in your ass.”

“YES!” she screamed in response.  “I love getting fucked by those FAT FUCKING COCKS!!”

Joel and Ryan exchanged grins.  This was the first time during their mammoth threeway fuck session that Taylor had given in to the two men.  They’d dominated her briefly earlier in the bout, but only on her say so. How many minutes and how many diffferent sex acts it had taken, the Lord only knew, but the muscled duo had finally broken her resistance. 

“Who are your daddies, bitch?” asked Ryan from beneath.

“You two!” Taylor yelled back.  “You’re my fucking daddies!”

It was quite a turn around.  Joel and Ryan had gone from Taylor’s whipping boys to a pair of dominant alpha male studs in a matter of moments.  They thrust deep into her ass.

“Who owns your tight little asshole?” asked Joel.

Another thrust.

“YOU!  Both of you!  You own my fucking asshole!!”

“You love these cocks, don’t you, slut?”

Another.

“YES!  YES! I fucking love them!!”

“You love getting fucked by us, don’t you?”

“YES!  I DO! YES!”

And another.

“We’re not pussy little bitch boys, are we?”

“NO!  NO! YOU’RE NOT!!”

“What are we?”

By this stage, Taylor was trembling all over; nigh on every twin plunge into the depths of her rectum seeming to ignite a fresh, fiery orgasm from within her.

“YOU’RE STUDS!  BIG, BURLY, FAT-COCKED FUCKING STUDS!”

“We’re your Masters now, aren’t we, bitch?”

“YES!  YES! YOU’RE MY FUCKING MASTERS!”

By now, the guys had gotten used to the feeling of their dicks rubbing together as they drilled Taylor’s ass, and it wasn’t until they started throbbing against one another that it started to feel a little weird again.

“I’m ready to blow my load,” Joel declared.  “What about you, Ryan?”

“Aye, aye, Captain,” he said in response.

“You want your Masters’ cum now, you little slut?”

“YES!” Taylor screamed.  “YES! I FUCKING WANT IT!”

“Then beg for it, bitch!”

“PLEASE!  PLEASE, MASTERS!  GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING SPUNK!  I WANT TO CHUG IT DOWN LIKE BEER FROM A KEG!  COME ON, BOYS! GIMME THAT FUCKING CUUUMMM!!!”

Joel prized his dong from her asshole and Taylor hopped down off the futon.  She knelt on the floor at the pilots’ feet, lips agape in wait of their seed.  Joel and Ryan jerked themselves off; their hands roaming up and down their girthy wangs a mile a minute until twin blasts of gooey, hot spunk shot from their tips and into her waiting mouth, the thick sperm shandy filling her maw almost to the brim as they squeezed out the last few drops. 

“Swallow,” said Ryan.

Taylor did as instructed; the blonde beauty closing her lips and gulping down the spunky cocktail in a single go. 

“Yeah, you like the taste of our cum, don’t you, slut?” asked Joel.

“Yes, masters,” Taylor replied, licking her lips as she savoured the rich flavour.  “I love your fucking spunk!”

“Are you going to drink our cum on every flight we take you on?”

“Yes, masters,” Taylor replied, still knelt submissively at their feet.

“And what if we get bored cumming in your mouth?”

“Then you can do it someplace is.  In my pussy, in my ass, on my face, on my tits.  Anywhere you want.”

“OK, so are you going to offer us our jobs back or what?” asked Ryan.

“Yes.  Please, boys,’ Taylor begged.  “Please come fly for me again!”

Joel and Ryan looked at one another.

“What do you think, Ryan?” asked Joel.  “Do you think we should work for this little slut again?”

“Hmm, I don’t know, Captain,” Ryan replied. “I think I’m gonna need a little more convincing!”

End of Chapter 10
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