All of the following is complete and total fiction. Not a word of it occurred, nor would it.
The Perks of Being A Podcaster
by Maxwell Lord
(MF, MFF, FF, Cons, Oral, Anal, Exhib, Masturbation)
Chapter 8: Taylor Swift and Karlie Kloss
After the weekend with Liz was over, we both had to get back to work, though her return was far more immediate than mine. Sure I needed to go to NY to record an interview, but it wasn't WORK work.
First off, I was interviewing Taylor Swift, which my gut instinct told me was going to be pretty darn fun. Then after that, I'd be spending the remainder of my time with Ashley Benson. No interview, just the two of us getting friendlier following our little reunion rendezvous in the office.
All in all, I was looking forward to my time in NY until I saw the latest pap shots of Selena with her "more serious than she let on" boyfriend. I didn't want to let that put me in a sour mood, but it wasn't really working. I was more than a little pissed. I just hoped that wouldn't effect my actual work.
I was undisturbed as I left the plane and headed to pick up my luggage. From there I went to go grab a cab when I paused at the sight of a limo driver holding a sign with my name on it. “Taylor”, I said to myself.
I approached the limo driver, probably looking nothing like the passengers he usually had. “Yeah, I'm Bart Curry.”
“Great,” he said. “Follow me.” With that, Mr. Excitement lead me to the limousine. I got in the back, remembering fondly the last time I was in a limo with Liz. This time however, I was alone, save for a box tied with a bow and a note.
I opened the note. It was from Taylor, and it read:
Can't wait to see you, been far too long. I just know the interview is going to go great. Hope you enjoy the presents. Yes, that's plural.
I dropped the note with a smirk and grabbed the box. I undid the bow and opened the box to find a gift. I was more than a little shocked Taylor had given me a Rolex. Then again, she was also crazy rich so to her it was probably as easy as a watch you'd win in an arcade claw machine which just so happened to be my tendency when I actually bothered with a watch. Still, it was a nice gesture.
The drive over pleasantly surprised me by being extremely light on traffic. It seemed like I had only just gotten in the limo when it arrived in front of Taylor's apartment building. The limo door was opened for me by a bellhop.
“Mr. Curry?” he asked. I nodded in reply. “Excellent, Ms. Swift has been expecting you. And don't worry about a tip, that's been taken care of. Ms. Swift is very generous.”
“That she is.” I replied. The bellman grabbed my luggage and put it on a cart while the limo drove off.
“This way sir. Ms. Swift prefers that she and her guests take this route to avoid alerting the paparazzi to their comings and goings.” I followed him to a side entrance, then to what seemed like an exclusive elevator. When we got in, I observed the elevator seemed to bypass almost every floor save for the final five. Very exclusive.
The elevator opened to a floor with only a handful of doors. I was lead to one at the very end of the hall. The bellman rang the intercom buzzer.
“Yes?” said Taylor through crackling static of the the intercom.
“Your guest is here, Ms. Swift.” the bellman replied.
“I would presume so, yes.” We both heard the door click.
“It's unlocked now, come in,” she said. The bellman, who's name was apparently Ted if his name tag was anything to go by, opened the door for me, then quickly followed me in with my cart.
“There we are sir. And no need for a tip, Ms. Swift has taken care of all of that. Have a wonderful stay.” Ted the bellman took a quick bow and left me alone in the living room of Taylor's apartment. No sooner than he left, Taylor had entered the room, greeting me with a monstrous hug for such a slim woman.
“Oh my god Bart,” she said. “It has been way too long! How've you been?”
“All right.” I replied. “Things could be better.”
“I can only assume one of those things is a certain Latina we both know?”
“How did you--”
“Whenever Selena has amazing sex she calls, so I've known since Spring Breakers. Though I thought you two might have been getting closer.”
“That makes two of us.”
“Yeah...drink?” I nodded. Taylor led me over to her bar and poured me some Johnny Walker blue. “I love that girl. She's my best friend. But even I have to say that the day she makes a good choice in her love life is the day I release a screamo album.”
“Am I a good choice?” I asked, my tone sarcastic. “What did I do to ruin my rep?”
“Not much. You're definitely a step up from the Beibtard and I can't say I wouldn't rather see you walking around New York with her than someone who thinks cocaine is food group.”
“Thanks, I guess.”
“No problem.” Taylor poured herself a drink and we clinked our glasses in a toast. “To those who look right past what's in front of them.” We downed our drinks then moved over to the couch.
“So what have you been up to besides recording?” I asked. “Usual evil mastermind stuff?”
“Ooh, even more so. Haven't you heard? I'm all kinds of evil. A snake even.”
“Perfect, great for the interview. Just don't mention where the bodies are buried when we start recording.”
“Please Bart, this isn't my first rodeo,” she said with a smile. “So...with Selena, when she was talking about you...it didn't seem like you two were a sure thing. Mutual coice, she assured me, so no judging.”
“This is true.”
“Good. You should keep your options as open as you can.”
“You actually telling me to screw other women aside from your friend?”
“Best friend.” she corrected. “But, well, yeah. Take it from me, never be someone's back up. Ever. Because you'll never be seen as any kind of equal. And don't wait. Find yourself someone who cares and isn't afraid to show it. Someone that just wants you to be you.
“Wow, thanks Doc, how much I owe you?”
“Therapy's free,” she smiled. “Almost. Only price you have to pay is joining me for dinner.”
“Oh, the horror,” I mocked. “Wine...lobster...you vile harpy.”
“Oh, that's it Bart. Sweet talk me.” She winked at me before heading into her room. “Get changed. Nothing too fancy.”
I grabbed some clothes from my bag and went to the nearest bathroom to change. Nothing too fancy, as she said, but nothing schlubby either. When I came out, Taylor was dressed similarly, though honestly I'd have to add the adjective phrase, “ungodly hot”.
“Looking good,” she said. “Let's go.” We headed to the elevator and down to what seemed to be a very private section of the building's garage, whee Taylor's personal limousine was already started up and ready to go.
“How many paps we going to deal with?” I asked. “Am I going to be mistaken for your latest conquest?”
“You should be so lucky,” joked Taylor, giving me quite the leg show as she crossed her legs in the spacious back of the limo. “No paps. See, here's the trick with them: they don't get any shots we don't want them to get. So, I don't want any pictures taken tonight. So no “anonymous tip”. We're leaving the back way and entering the restaurant through the alley and sitting nowhere near a window.”
“Privacy? You must want to be 100% focused on me. I have that effect on people.”
“Oh yes, you do. How's Selena, again?”
“Ouch.” I replied. “Fake smile, real pain.”
“Aw, poor baby. Maybe if you're good Taylor will make it up to you after dinner.”
“Maybe,” she smiled.
During the drive, we chit-chatted, light talk. Taylor seemed to want to save any real conversation, about the show or otherwise, for the restaurant. To her credit, I didn't see any telltale signs of paps. No sign of the usual gang of photographers that followed Taylor around were present when we arrived at the restaurant. Further to Taylor's plans for the night, we had a corner booth, far away from any windows and most of the other customers.
The restaurant itself was just like our wardrobe, nice, but nothing fancy. After we'd ordered, we began an actual earnest dinner conversation in a way that only Taylor could.
“No offense Bart, but honestly, I think Selena is a lost cause,” she said. “And it's not you. I like you and think you'd be good for her. But, let's be honest, Selena and what's good for her are two things that very rarely meet in the world of romance.”
“Believe me, I know that first hand.” I replied. “So...just give up?”
“Until she comes to her senses? Yeah. I love her. She's my best friend. Which means I know her. I don't want to see a good guy like you just waiting for something that might never happen. Besides, I think we both know that finding yourself some fun in the meantime has never been an issue for you.”
“Me?” I asked, feigning innocence. “Have you heard something that would shatter my choir boy reputation?”
“Oh, I better have or your other presents are ruined.” She smirked, seductively sipping from her glass of wine. Right then the waiter brought us our food. When he left, Taylor looked me right in the eyes, a sly smile of seduction on her face. “Eat up, Bart. You're gonna need the energy.”
Unsurprisingly, we both rushed through the meal. Not super fast, but enough so we both noticed that we were ready for what Taylor had planned for the rest of the night.
As soon as the bill was paid, with a sizable tip, we rushed outside to the alley way. However, I was shocked to find it empty, no limo waiting for us.
Before I could ask Taylor what was going on, she answered by unasked question by kissing me and pushing me up against the brick wall. Our lips locked and may hand went to her ass. Taylor's hands went right to my crotch, massaging the hardening bulge before finally deeming it the right time to free it.
“Eyes on me,” she said as she squatted down and took my hardening rod between her delectable red lips.
I followed Taylor's order as best I could, but sometimes her tongue hit just the right spot, or she teased in just the right way with her teeth to make me wince. There was something entrancing about watching Taylor suck cock. The blue eyes, the ever present red lips, even her face. She just seemed to be made to suck dick based on how good she looked doing it.
Not that the look was all she had. Taylor could suck some serious cock. Master of giving a show and the method behind it. Eye contact, moans, ball sucking. Then the bit that added a bit of fun for both of us; she reach her hand under her skirt and began to finger herself.
“Fuck that's it Taylor...” I growled, trying to keep it down. No one was around now, but I had no idea is the limo was just late or if she had it on call. Which honestly was part of the fun, we both knew that. Otherwise Taylor would have told me for sure. She held all the cards and she absolutely got off on it.
As soon as Taylor was done sucking on my candy cane, she stood up and grabbed me by the jacket. “Fuck me. Now.” I picked her up and now pinned her against the brick wall. With one swift thrust.
“Mmmmmm,” she smiled a seductive smile, the white of her teeth barely showing before she licked her lips. “Fits like a glove, huh?”
“Better than that Tay,” I said before thrusting again. I wasted little time in building up a hard, fast, but still very pleasurable rhythm. Hard and fast was one of the many ways Taylor liked it. Casual sex was a big pass time of Taylor's. Sex of any kind really. And she loved to share the hobby with people.
A look of happy ecstacy was on Taylor's face as she locked her perfectly toned legs around me, refusing an escape, as if I even wanted one.
I grasped at Taylor's top and pulled it off, exposing her pale flesh to the night air and hungrily went to her tits with my mouth. They weren't big, but they were as irresistible as tits could be.
“Oh...fuck..oh baby bite my nipple...fucking bite it.” Her voice was breathy, lost in lust. I didn as she asked, biting down on the sensitive flesh. Taylor shrieked in pleasure, her pussy undulating on massaging my cock.
“Someone likes being fucked in a dirty alley way,” I said, licking at those red lips of hers.
“Oh fuuuck I love it,” she growled. “Want more...harder...”
“I think I can swing that,” I said, kissing her tits before dropping her down and bringing her to the dumpster in the alley. I spun her around and bent her over, Taylor instinctively bracing herself against the metal dumpster. I hiked her skirt up to her waste, grabbed her by the hips and thrust in, going in hard and fast. “This hard enough for you?” I asked slapping her ass.
“Fuck yes baby,” she grunted. “Fuck me hard...give me that fucking cock...don't you even think about stopping till you make me cum!”
“Though never crossed my mind.” I yanked Taylor up, her back to my chest. One arm wrapped around her while the other went to her clit, working it over as I pounded her hard.
“Unggg...uh fuck...” she moaned. “Fucking choke me...”
“Yes....” she hissed. “Choke me baby...oh fuck pleeeeasseeee...” I moved my hand up from around her waist to her throat, grasping it as she had asked.
“Fuck YES!” she moaned. “Fuck I'm gonna cum...don't stop Bart baby...fuck I'm gonna cum on that cock....FUCK!!!!” Taylor shook in my arms while her cunt spasmed and clamped down on my still thrusting cock, extra jolts of pleasure crackling through body like lightning.
Without missing a beat, Taylor spun around and squatted again, taking my cock fresh from her cunt and right into her mouth, sucking herself off my cock while furiously pushing me closer and closer to cumming before I finally could hold back no more and released a torrent of cum in her mouth. The pleasure was so intense I was now the one shaking.
Once every last drop I had left in me was sucked from my cock right down into her stomach.
“Fuck...” I said. I breathed deep, trying to catch my breath as I pulled my pants up.
“Glad you liked present number two,” she said with a grin. Taylor picked up her top and put it back on, then reached into her purse to take out her phone. “Now time to get the limo back over here.”
“Number two? Am I to understand there's more?”
“What can I say, I love to take care of my friends.” She winked at me as she continued at her phone. “And that takes care of that.” She walked over to me and leaned against the wall. “So, what time do you want to record tomorrow? I'm thinking one, maybe one thirty?”
“Whatever works for you.”
“Good answer.” We continued to chit chat, stopped only a few times by Taylor returning texts. I found it odd that the driver needed directions back, but what did I know? Maybe it was a different driver.
Soon enough, the limo returned and we were on our way back to the apartment. The drive seemed quicker than it was to get to the restaurant and before I knew it, we wee back in the apartment. IN short order we were back in the elevator.
“Ready for present number three?” she asked. “It's a good one.”
“Oh, big time.” I replied. “Any clues?”
“Well...let's just say I'm trying something different lately. Love to have you join in the fun.”
“Oh, I just love the possibilities inherent in what you just said.” Taylor giggled then went back to her phone, still texting. At this point I was guessing that the person on the other side of the conversation was part of this third present.
“Okay, once we get in, how about you hang back in the living room for a couple minutes while I get everything ready?”
“Oh, I'm sure it'll be worth the wait.”
“See? I always knew you were clever.” The door then opened and we strode into her apartment. I took a seat on her couch while Taylor made her way to the bedroom to get things ready. Try as I might, I could help but let my curiosity get a little bit of the best of me. While I didn't get up to take any peeks, I did strain my ears to get a clue of who could be in the bedroom with Taylor. The one thing I could discern was that the other person was definitely female, which of course sent blood flowing down where I was going to need it. I was completely recharged for whatever Taylor had planned.
Any curiosity I had was soon answered.
“Bart, how about you turn around?” Taylor asked. I got up and did just that, and what I saw before me made my jaw drop.
“Hey there Bart,” Karlie Kloss said. She stood before, decked out, along with Taylor, in insanely sexy lingerie, Karlie's looking more regal than Taylor's but both looked insanely desirable. “Taylor's told me a lot about you. Eager to see how you stand up.”
“Oh, I think he'll pas your test,” Taylor said, a half-smile on her face. “I'm certainly never disappointed.”
“Mmm hmmm.” Karlie pulled Taylor lips to hers and kissed her. “Shall we dig in?”
“Lets.” Taylor and Karlie then turned to me, two predators ready to play with their prey. Fortunately, I was very happy to be the prey in this situation.
They took places to the left and right of me. Karlie grabbed my face as she had Taylor's and kissed me, but deeper, and hungrier, our tongues colliding and massaging each other. Taylor's mouth was at my neck, kissing, licking and biting. The women's hands worked on my clothes, Karlie taking care of my pants, grasping and jacking my cock as soon as she could while Taylor unbuttoned my shirt, her mouth moving to my chest and kissing down as my chest got exposed.
Once Taylor was on her knees, Karlie joined her and once again took charge. The statuesque blonde roughly yanked my pants down to my ankles and wasted know tie in attacking my cock with her mouth, hungrily taking it to the root while Taylor's mouth went to my balls.
“Holy fuck!” I exclaimed, the pleasure of Karlie deepthroating me mixed with shock at how quick she did it and with no sign of gag reflex.
“I think he's having a good time,” Karlie said. “Your cock's not half bad. Good size. Nice and thick.” She licked it from base to tip, then took the head in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. “Oh, we're gonna have fun with you.”
Taylor and Karlie moved to either side of my cock, facing each other. They both looked up at me, matching devilish smiles on the faces before moving forward and sandwiching my dick between there lips. I grit my teeth from the pleasure they were putting me through, french-kissing each other over my cock, moving up and down my rock hard pole. Taylor's hand went to my chest her nails scratching my chest while Karlie's hand fondled and massaged my balls.
The two broke off their double suck job as Taylor maneuvered to take a somewhat solo approach. Somewhat because as soon as her mouth was on my cock, Karlie was behind her, grasping Taylor's head and fucking her face with my cock.
“That's it Taylor, be good slut and suck his cock...dirty girl loves to suck cock, doesn't she Bart?”
“Ughhh fuck yes...so fucking good...”
“Oh that's good...my little cock sucker her LOVES encouragement like that, don't you?”
“Mmm hmm,” Taylor moaned. I looked down to watch the scene, completely entranced at the control Karlie had over Taylor. Karlie noticed this and smirked, making a show of what she did next.
Karlie rubbed Taylor's firm as before sliding under the black lace panties and began fingering her as Taylor took my cock in her mouth. “I thought my little cocksucker deserved a treat, wouldn't you agree?”
“Oh fuck yes,” I moaned. “Very much so.”
“Oh Bart, we ARE going to have a lot of fun tonight, aren't we?” Karlie grinned, her eyebrow arched. She pulled Taylor mouth from my cock. “Let's go to the bedroom. You should probably lose the clothes, Bart.”
I took Karlie's suggestion and shed every stitch as I followed them to Taylor's spacious bedroom. Karlie quickly shed all her lingerie, save for the black stocking and heels. Taylor followed suit, staying only in her heels.
“Bart, lay down,” Karlie said. I went to the bed and laid down. No sooner than that, Karlie crawled over my body, kissing and licking from my torso up, then moved further up until her pussy was right at my face. “Time to return the favor.”
“You got it.”
“Wasn't asking.” replied Karlie. With that, she lowered her pussy to my eager mouth. “Unggg...yesss.” Karlie moaned, already enjoying the treatment I was giving her.
“Taylor, your mouth is free,” Karlie said. “Suck your friend's cock.....suck his fucking cock while he eats my pussy....fuck he IS good....”
I felt Taylor move between my legs and suck me once again. Slow, methodical, passionate. Whatever was going on with her and Karlie, Taylor obviously still took pleasure in sucking cock. Just as I loved eating pussy.
My hands roamed Karlie's toned, long legs then moved to her firm ass, squeezing it as my mouth worked her pussy, my tongue eagerly licking and lapping at her clit.
“Oooohhh...good boy...fuck that it's...mmmm that's good.” Karlie began to grind her crotch into my face, her moans becoming more sensual by the moment. Then, abruptly, she got off.
“Hope you don't mind...but why should you be the only one to taste some pussy tonight?” she asked. “Taylor, how about you lay down and give me a taste.” She turned to me, grinning wide. “Don't you worry...I've had that fucker in my mouth...I think it's about time my pussy gets familiar with it, what do you think?”
“I think I like how you think,Karlie.”
“What a coincidence, a LOT of people love how I think.” Taylor laid down, legs spread in front of Karlie, who then got on all fours and began to feast on Taylor Swift's cunt, Taylor immediately moaning with joy. Karlie wasted no time. And frankly, neither did I. I got in position behind Karlie and let myself in her hot and wet cunt.
“Fuck this is tight,” I moaned, savoring the sensation of her cunt. “So damn tight.”
“Not just any guy gets access,” Karlie said. “You're a lucky boy. Now show Karlie how much you appreciate it.”
And I did. Slowly, my stroke built up speed and intensity, which given how Karlie had acted, I guessed was how she liked it. And I was spot on.
“FUCK yes pound me! FUCKING POUND THAT CUNT MOTHERFUCKER!” She was a total sex demon, craving everything I was giving her and everything she was getting from Taylor. Her growls were guttural, animalistic, and fueled me on to be exactly that.
My fingers dug into the flesh of Karlie's hips as I drove into her hard and fast. Her ass had red hand prints on them from the hard smacks I gave it, each on leaving her begging for more.
“POUND IT!” she screamed. “GIVE ME EVERY DAMN THING YOU GOT!!!!”
“Is that it? Is that what you fucking want!!!??”
“YESSS!!! FUCKING USE THAT CUNT YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE! FUUUCK MEE!”
“FUCKING TAKE IT!” I poured everything I had into her, hard fast, so slowing down. I pushed her face directly into Taylor's cunt. I looked at Taylor's face; she was insanely turned on by the display, licking her lips and just as hungry as Karlie was for all things sex.
“FUCK YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CUM...FUCK YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CUM!!! FUUUUUCK!” Karlie let out a near unintelligible scream as an orgasm hit her, and hit her hard, she froze in place, throwing her head back as it rocked her body. And I didn't stop fucking her her. “Don't...don't fucking stop!” she yelled. “Fucking give it to me...don't fucking stop!”
Finally, Karlie started to come down and I slowed my thrusts, astonished I had cum yet. So was Karlie. She gave me a wink, an idea turning in her head. This “present” may have been Taylor's idea, but I had no illusions as to who as in charge.
“Now I see why Taylor spoke so highly of you,” she said. “She was just bullshitting me.”
“Glad I lived up to expectations.” I replied.
“And you didn't cum. Also nice. Even if Taylor swallowed your cum earlier, it's still impressive. I think you should get something special. Do you agree Taylor?”
“Yes, Karlie,” Taylor said, a smile slowly crossing her face.
“Good. How about we switch places then?” Taylor got up and crawled into Karlie's position, but not before sucking Karlie's juices off my cock. Karlie laid herself down.
“Now, eat my pussy. And Bart, have fun.” Karlie winked at me then slowly got lost in the pleasure Taylor began to give her.
I once again placed my cock at Taylor pussy and entered her, loving the sensation of once again being inside her.
“Bet that pussy feels good, doesn't it?” Karlie asked. “Taylor has such a hot little cunt, doesn't she?”
“Yes,” I said, sawing in and out of the blonde pop star. “So hot.”
“I'm glad to see we agree on so many things,” Karlie said, moans and deep breaths becoming punctuation in her every sentence. “But..mmm...but I think you should try...mmm...try something new...and...fuck baby that's good...Taylor agrees...how about you take that tight little...fuck...asshole of hers? I promise...fuck...fuck...she's fine with it. Tell him, baby.”
“Fuck my ass, Bart,” Taylor said. “Fuck my tight little butthole.”
“Well, who could turn down such an invite?” I asked knowingly.
“Smart man,” Karlie said.
I pulled my cock out of Taylor's pussy and pressed the head against her ass, slowly pressing forward. As I did this, she froze in place, Karlie stroking her face and conforting her as I pushed forward.
“You're going to love it,” she said. “Mmm, gonna be so hot baby....that cock is going to feel so good in your ass.”
“Fuck it's so big,” Taylor said, her voice lost between pain and pleasure.
“Want me to stop?”
“No!” Taylor exclaimed. “Fuck my ass...just be slow...mmmm keep going...”
And I did. Sure enough, as my rhythm built up so did Taylor pleasure. And as that happened, Karlie decided to take a bit more of an active role. She went beneath Taylor and began to lick Ms. Swift's pussy and I took her ass, the two of us working in unison to give Taylor as much pleasure as possible. And it was working. Every stroke, every lick, every caress brought Taylor closer and closer until...
“FUCK!” Taylor exclaimed. Her asshole clamped down hard on my cock while she flooded Karlie's face. The leggy supermodel then moved to Taylor's face and the two hungrily began to kiss as waves of pleasure rocked Taylor's body
All of this was too much for me. “Fuck, ladies, I'm gonna shoot.”
“Mmm, goodie,” Karlie purred. She and Taylor slithered off the bed on the floor, Karlie authoritatively grabbing my cock and jacking it until I began to shoot everything I had all over their faces, the to kissing and licking each other as rope after rope of cum covered both their faces.
Finally spent, I fell back on the bed, completely spent.
“You ARE fun,” Karlie said. “Taylor, how about when you finish up with my face you go make sure that guest room is ready for your guest. Hope you don't mind Bart,but I'm going to be crashing with Taylor tonight.”
“Oh, no problem.”
“Agreeable too. You are a prize.”
After a quick shower, separate from the women, I went to my room and passed out, the events of the evening finally overtaking me. When I awoke in the morning, it was to the sounds of sex.
After a quick bathroom stop, I headed to the living room, where the sounds were emanating from. Of course, right on the cushy carpet of the apartment Taylor and Karlie were all over each other. The look I got from Karlie when she spotted me just screamed to me this was no accident.
I began to stroke my cock to the scene, bringing a smirk to her face. “Do it,” she mouthed before bringing her lips to Taylor's.
I watched in utter sexual hypnosis as the two ravaged each other, my cock hardening to the point of aching as the two pushed each other to the heights of ecstasy.
The two were face to face, staring each other out as their fingers got each other off when I knew I was losing it. Taylor spotted this and grinned wide.
“You gonna cum?” she asked, almost teasingly. “Me and Karlie gonna make you cum again?”
“Fuck yes,” I growled, hurrying over to them. When I saw them both began to cum, I knew I was tapping out.
“Mmm, better not waste a drop then, Barty boy,” Karlie teased. She crawled to her knees and took me in her mouth as I unloaded in her mouth, filling it with me jizz. When I was empty, I sat down on Taylor's couch and watched as they two snowballed my cum between them before swallowing my load between them.
“Well, I think we all had a grand old time, didn't we?” Karlie asked, her tone knowing. “But now, I think it's time you two get down to business. I've got some stuff I need to get done anyway. Bye babe,” Karlie kissed Taylor goodbye, then turned to me and kissed me on the cheek. “Nice meeting you Bart. Hope to see you again. And don't be down about Selena. She's definitely missing out.” With a wink, Karlie was off to get dressed, and not soon after, out of the apartment.
“So...breakfast then the interview?” Taylor asked, perky as ever.
“Sure, sounds great.” I replied. “And thanks, for all that.”
“Oh, no problem. Besides, wasn't like you had all the fun.” As Taylor got up to put on her robe, she paused, then turned to me. “You know, I never expected something like me and Karlie to happen. It just did. Wasn't expecting it. It was just...natural. I didn't wait around. Because that's not how it works. When it happens, it happens.”
“Yeah, I get it.”
“Good. So keep that in mind. Have fun. You don't know where it's going to lead. And, moving on...I'm thinking omelettes.”
“Sounds great.” I replied.
“Good, I know this great place that delivers. I know, delivery omelettes, but trust me, they're to die for. Denver good for you?”
“Sausage and cheese.”
“Got it, just give me a few and we can start setting up your equipment.” Taylor went off to place our breakfast order, and my mind wandered to the other person I was here to see, Ashley. Purely personal visit too. Along with an insane threesome, Taylor had given me a lot to think about. After all, everything that had happened so far with Liz had, well, just happened. Just like reconciling a bit with Ashley, just happened. Nothing was really forced.
But hey, maybe I was still thinking too much. Like Taylor was saying, might just be better to go with the flow and, to a degree, write off my losses. After all, if it happens, it happens. And that goes for anything and anyone.