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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.
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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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Taylor has the most generous friends. Can't wait to see what antics they get up to for this adventure ;)
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Outstanding and a very worthy successor to Taylor's Southern Soiree! I can't wait to see where this goes!
KMB
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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!”
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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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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!”
End of Chapter 3
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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?”
End of Chapter 4
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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!”
End of Chapter 5
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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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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!”
End of Chapter 6
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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!"
End of Chapter 7
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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.”
End of Chapter 9
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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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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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Chapter 11
Starring: Taylor Swift
NEPTUNE’S NEST, THE BAHAMAS. JANUARY 14. 13.00 EST
Jeff was sat at a prop-up bar on Neptune’s Nest’s plush golden beach, sipping nervously from a bottle of Kalik beer as he geared himself up for his impending meeting. His prospective clients hadn’t even arrived yet and already this meeting differed immensely from the great many business powwows he’d had in his 20+ year career in construction.
Jeff had been scouring the Internet at his home in Trenton, New Jersey, in search of his next project, when one particular job posting caught his eye. The project consisted of the construction of a number of cabins on a remote Bahamian island owned by an A-list celebrity. The person’s name had been withheld for security purposes but, given that the job paid more for 6 months work then he’d earned in the last three years combined, the 45 year old contractor wouldn’t have cared if the mystery star had turned to be OJ Simpson and his colleagues Amanda Knox and Casey Anthony. He applied for the job and awaited the response.
A few days later, Jeff received what was without a doubt the strangest piece of correspondence he’d ever gotten in all his years in construction. It was from a Mr Justin Reed, who claimed to handle the affairs of the celebrity in question (name still not given). Once the usual pleasantries were out of the way (I hope this email finds you well, thank you for showing an interest in this project, etc), Mr Reed requested, on behalf of his employer, that he provide him with the details of his height, weight and physical build and, most curiously of all, attach images of his face and body.
Jeff found it most irregular. There was no mention of his previous experience in the field of construction, no request of specific projects he had completed in the past or contact details of former clients. In fact, the email contained almost no reference to his career as a contractor whatsoever. Ordinarily, he would have disregarded the prospective project right there and then, the construction veteran chalking the odd request up to part of some form of Internet prank or scam. But with such a large sum of money on the table, Jeff wasn’t about to walk away from what could turn out to be the project of a lifetime, even in light of such a strange demand.
He replied to the email, asking Mr Reed to ensure him that the job was genuine and that his images weren’t going to end up somewhere on the dark web offering up his services as a hitman or male escort. Reed responded almost immediately, guaranteeing him that the job was indeed legitimate and that his photos would be passed onto the celebrity in question (name STILL not given) and disposed of straight after. It was, after all, a very high-profile project and Mr Reed and his A-list employer had to be sure that he was in the required physical condition to complete it. He even gave Jeff his phone number and business address to pass onto his lawyer, should the images be used for any other purpose.
Still a little reluctant, but willing to take the risk, Jeff snapped the requested photographs and sent them to his prospective clients. Two days later, he received an email from Mr Reed. Success! The mystery celeb approved very highly of the images and stated that they would like to meet with him. Dates and times were discussed and after an arduous wait of three further days, a pre-paid first class ticket from Newark International to Lynden Pindling Airport in Nassau, Bahamas dropped through his Trenton letterbox.
When the time came, Jeff boarded the flight and touched down on the Bahamian mainland, a shiny silver Jaguar on hand to ferry him to a nearby private airstrip. From here, he was ushered into a two seater, fixed winged aircraft and flown to the secluded paradise of Neptune’s Nest. Upon arrival on the island, he was greeted by a 6’6” black man of an impossibly powerful build, wearing nothing but a tight red speedo; the bulge in the crotch so large that even Jeff, a man so devoutly heterosexual he practically radiated testosterone out of his eyeballs, had to force himself not to stare.
“Ah, you must be Mr Blandisi,” said the tall black man, shaking Jeff’s hand so firmly he nearly crushed it like a soda can. “Welcome to Neptune’s Nest. My name is Kenton. Mr Reed has told me to inform you that he and Miss Swift will be touching down on the island shortly.”
Jeff had finally learned the identity of the mystery star. Miss Swift. Taylor Swift. He swallowed heavily. His mouth dried. Those strange requests during the application process were starting to make sense. After all, like every other man on God’s green Earth with an Internet connection and a pulse, Jeff was more than familiar with the singer’s online exploits. He tuned into the Internet orgies regularly when his wife and kids were out of the house, and knew full well of her penchant for the muscled gentleman. In fact, Kenton, the big black guy who’d welcomed him onto the island, was a prime example of the build of man featured on her online streams. Jeff only hoped that he matched up. In more ways than one.
*
“Another beer, Mr Blandisi?” asked Kenton from behind the bar, his Bahamian accent so think that Jeff could barely understand it.
Kenton hadn’t even awaited Jeff’s response before he’d popped the cap off a second bottle of Kalik and placed it beside his first. Jeff looked down at the first bottle, seeing that he’d taken no more than two swigs of it and politely declined.
“I’m OK with this one for now, thank you.”
“Suit yourself,” said Kenton, picking up the second beer and chugging it down in a single go, tossing the empty bottle into a nearby trash can.
Just then, the faint sound of a helicopter could be heard in the distance. He looked out to the shore as the distant figure of a whirlybird hovered over the Caribbean Sea. Kenton popped on a pair of sunglasses, and as the chopper drew nearer, it became apparent why. The rotor blades kicked up an ungodly swirl of sand like a desert storm as it passed over the beach, coming into land on a nearby helipad. Jeff wiped the grains out of his eyes and tipped out the rest of his now incredibly sandy beer as the chopper door opened.
A smartly dressed man stepped out, his tie billowing over his shoulder, his impeccably styled hair somehow unaffected by the whir of the rotor blades as he exited the chopper. His hand extended to the open portal; taking a second paw, a carefully manicured feminine one, in his as Taylor Swift climbed out from inside. She wore a distinctly form fitting navy blue suit and a white cotton blouse; the knee length pencil skirt and buttoned up jacket hugging her ass and chest like they’d been made to measure (and, in actual fact, they probably had been). Miss Swift and Mr Reed crossed the tarmac and carried on to the bar, the singer’s silky blonde hair blowing across her gorgeous face as she went.
“Mr Blandisi,” Reed announced, speaking loudly over the whir of the rotor blades, his hand extended as he approached the prop-up bar.
Jeff hopped down from his barstool and shook Reed’s hand. “Mr Reed.”
“Please, call me Justin.”
“Thank you, Justin. I will.”
Jeff looked across at Taylor, expecting the popstar to introduce herself, or possibly for Justin to do it for her, but no such exchange was made.
“Please, follow us, Mr Blandisi,” said Justin, ushering him in the direction of a large house in the distance.
Taylor and Justin led Jeff across the island; the singer’s assistant asking him all the usual questions as he guided him to the distant building. How was your flight? What do you make of the island? And so on. When they reached the house, Justin opened the door and ushered Jeff through, he and Taylor following in behind. Four more black men; every bit as chiseled and scantily dressed as Kenton at the bar, had just finished setting up the lounge for the meeting. A long oak table stretched nearly from one wall to the next; the desk surrounded by enough chairs to hold an entire board meeting. A stack of paper had been neatly piled in the centre of the table, a gleaming glass jug filled to the brim with water and three large tumblers stood beside it.
“Thank you, gentlemen,” said Justin. “That will be all.” The men dispersed. “Please, take a seat, Mr Blandisi.”
“Thank you,” said Jeff, parking his ass at the centre of the table.
Justin and Taylor sat opposite. Justin poured his employer a glass of water and then offered one to Jeff.
“Water?”
“Please.”
Justin filled Jeff’s glass and then his own.
“So, Mr Blandisi,” Justin began, taking a sip of his water, “you’re aware of the general outline of the project?”
“Yes, Justin, I am.”
“Great. Well, just to refresh your memory, allow me to go over it once more. Miss Swift recently received the island of Neptune’s Nest as a birthday gift from some very close friends of hers. And a very generous gift it was too, I’m sure you’ll agree.”
“Absolutely,” Jeff replied. “Wish I had friends like yours, Miss Swift,” he added, looking across at Taylor.
She offered him a half-smile by way of response, but did not speak a word. In fact, the world famous singer was still yet to open her mouth one single time since touching down on the island.
“Well, Miss Swift plans to repay friends’ generosity by throwing a party on this very island on the weekend of August 1st,” Justin went on. “Just under seven months from today. Now, as I’m sure you noticed, stunningly beautiful though it is, Neptune’s Nest is not exactly equipped to host a party of such magnitude. This, Mr Blandisi, is where you come in.”
“Right.”
Justin reached down to the chair beside him and produced a large scroll of paper. He unrolled it on the surface of the table, weighing down to the edges with his and Jeff’s drinks.
“We had these blueprints drawn up by an architecture firm in Miami. Here is what require;” Justin explained, pointing to each of the sketched out items in turn, “fifteen identical cabins, complete with exterior wooden decking and to be lavishly decorated and furnished to our stipulations; a spa, consisting of a reception area, five massage rooms, three rooms for beauty procedures, a sauna and a jacuzzi; a gym, with an outdoor swimming pool and tennis court; a restaurant and a bar.”
“And the deadline is…”
“July 1st.”
“So…”
“A little under six months, yes.”
“Wow!” Jeff exclaimed. “That is quite a project.”
“That it is, Mr Blandisi. But one you are very capable of completing, I’m sure. Speaking of which, why don’t you tell us a little about yourself. What makes you the right man for the job?”
Jeff took a sip of his water and took a deep breath before beginning. “Certainly. Well I’ve worked in the construction industry for over 20 years. I have been involved in a number of high profile projects back in New Jersey, including…”
“No, no,” said Justin, cutting the interviewee off mid-sentence. “I’m sorry, Mr Blandisi. We are already well aware of your experience in construction.” Jeff disputed this claim. If they had indeed learned the ins and outs of his career as a contractor, they certainly hadn’t come from him. “The information we are looking for at this juncture is a little more, shall we say, personal in nature. I passed on your information and the photos you sent to Miss Swift, and she very much liked what she saw. Isn’t that right, Miss Swift?”
Taylor nodded. Justin picked up a clipboard from the chair beside him and placed it on the table, Jeff’s application attached.
“Let’s see here,” said Justin, reading from the sheet of paper. “Neatly styled black hair. Bronzed olive skin. Gorgeous deep brown eyes. Nice chiseled jawline.” He looked up from the clipboard. “Don’t worry. Miss Swift’s words, not mine.” Taylor grinned at Jeff, making him blush slightly. “6’4”. 210 lbs. Body like an Armani model. Still her words. But what we don’t have in our records is your most important measurement of all. Though from the look on your face it appears that Miss Swift may be learning that as we speak.”
Indeed, Jeff’s “bronzed olive skin” (a feature he, like many in his home state, had his Italian ancestors to thank for) had suddenly turned white as a sheet, those “gorgeous deep brown eyes” nearly popping clean from their sockets as something untoward took place under the table. Justin took a peek under the desk, spotting that Taylor had slipped off one of her expensive heels and was rubbing her bare foot against his crotch.
“Ah, yes, the patented Taylor Swift Through the Pants Footjob,” he remarked. “Don’t worry, a regular portion of Miss Swift’s interview process, I can assure you. I was given the same treatment during mine. I hope you’re not wearing your best trousers, ‘cause I ruined a $200 pair of Calvin Klein suit pants when she did that to me. Anyway, I’m guessing as you’re still in this room and not on the chopper back to the mainland that Miss Swift likes what she’s found.”
He looked across at Taylor. Her sly grin told him all he needed to know. Jeff’s cock was indeed huge. So large, in fact, that it stretched down his thigh like a concealed shotgun; the oversized wang finally terminating just a few inches short of his kneecap.
“OK, so let’s move onto your sexual history.”
Ordinarily, Jeff would have thought that an incredibly strange topic to bring up during an interview for a construction job, but considering he had a popstar’s foot running up and down the length of his dick, there wasn’t a lot about this particular meeting that wasn’t.
“Are you married, Mr Blandisi?”
“Y-yes,” Jeff replied as best he could. “15 years.”
“Congratulations,” said Justin. “And not necessarily a problem. I had a girlfriend when I joined Miss Swift’s employ.” Jeff noted the use of past tense. Had. “Any history of erectile dysfunction?”
“Erm...nope.”
Justin grinned, ticking a box on his sheet of paper. “I figured. If Little Jeff was failing you now, you’d be long out that door. Believe me. Premature ejaculation?”
“N-no,” Jeff replied, his voice a little strained as Taylor’s tootsie traversed the length of his hardon.
“Not yet anyway,” Justin quipped. “Oh, about that; if you’re really serious about this job then I’d hold off on that for dear life, if I were you.”
Jeff didn’t need to be told that. He’d been clinging onto his load by a thread from the second Taylor’s pedicured toes started snaking up his thigh.
“OK, so obviously you’ll be given a full sexual health assessment upon acceptance of the job but, just so we know, any history of STDs?”
Had he not been focusing all his attention on retaining his load, Jeff would have had a little chuckle at the word ‘obviously’. Like getting checked for herpes was standard procedure when taking on a construction gig. “No.”
“Any orgy experience?”
Jeff breathed heavily, his dick now throbbing in his pants as Taylor jerked him off with her foot. “Err...no.”
“That’s OK,” said Justin. “I didn’t have any before I took this job either.” Again, the use of past tense was highly suggestive. “Do you perform cunilingus?”
“Y-yes.”
“How often, would you say?”
“Umm...I...uhh...I don’t know. Maybe three or...uhh...four times a week.”
Taylor looked at Justin and raised her eyebrows.
“Wow!” Justin said. “Your wife must love you! How about analingus? Ever engaged in that, Mr Blandisi?”
“Once...uhhh...once or twice.”
“OK. I was a novice too when I began this job. You’ll soon pick it up. Do you enjoy blowjobs?”
“Who...uhhh...who doesn’t?”
“A point well made. Rimjobs?”
“I...uhhh...can’t say I’ve ever had one.”
“Yeah, neither had I. But they feel great. Trust me.”
“Have you ever had anal sex, Mr Blandisi?”
“Y-yes.”
“Regularly?”
“N-not really. It’s...uhh...something me and my wife do on birthdays and...uhhh...anniversaries.”
“Ah, lucky you. How about double penetration?”
“N-no.”
“So I’m guessing no double anal, double vaginal or triple penetration either?”
“Err...no,” Jeff replied, unable to fathom how the latter of the three acts would even be achieved.
“Would you be open to engaging in any of these? I know some guys are a little squeamish about their dick rubbing up against another. I certainly was.”
“Err…” Jeff murmured, not really sure of how to answer.
“Don’t worry. You don’t have to answer now,” Justin smirked. “Frankly, you don’t look in much of a state to be thinking too hard about anything.”
He wasn’t wrong. In fact, Jeff looked to be in the midst of some form of trance, the construction worker clinging to the edges of the table to firmly his knuckles had turned white, his cock throbbing to such a degree that it was testing the material of his pants.
“What’s the most times you’ve had sex in one day?” asked Justin. “Obviously a high sex drive and tremendous stamina are of the utmost importance.”
“Ermm, about four...uhhh...or five times, I think.”
“Wow! Impressive! I think he’ll fit in very well around here. Wouldn’t you agree, Miss Swift?” Taylor looked at Justin and hoisted an eyebrow in agreement. “Provided that he passes the footjob exam, that is,” he went on. “He seems to be doing a pretty good job so far.”
Indeed, Jeff was more than holding his own as Taylor’s skilled foot roamed up and down his dong. He shook all over; his trembling hands clamped to the sides of the table, making the polished counter shake along with him. But still he managed to retain his load.
“So, should we choose you for the job, you’ll be taking on the role of foreman,” Justin explained. “As stipulated earlier, there is a lot of work to be done on this particular project and not a lot of time to do it, so we’ll need you to assemble a large team of contractors. We’ve done some calculations and feel that 40 should be more than enough to complete the work by our chosen deadline. Each of these men will be paid handsomely for their part in the project and we have reserved an entire wing in a luxury first class hotel in Nassau for the duration of their stay. All accommodation and transport to and from the island comes courtesy of Miss Swift.”
Taylor could feel Jeff’s dong throbbing and pulsing against the arch of her foot. He’d held strong amid a footjob so perfectly pressured and expertly timed, most women couldn’t have done better with the use of their hands. But by now, his balls were swelling within the confines of his boxers; his bulging gonads brewing with what felt like enough spunk to knock up half the women in his home state, his dick twitching as it prepared to release it.
One more pass and he did just that. Taylor felt his cock spasm against her foot as a warm flood of gooey, thick seed shot from the hole in his dick; splattering across the short span of flesh from his cockhead to his knee, drenching his thigh and soaking into his pants. Jeff clawed hopelessly at the centre of the table as his dick erupted; the handsome interviewee leaving deep marks in the polished surface as his fingers scraped across it. A wily grin stretched across Taylor’s face as she made him cum; the popstar still stroking his dick with the base of her foot until she was sure every last drop of spunk was drained from his balls. Jeff looked down at his crotch; a wet patch soaking into his grey pants, so large it looked as though he’d pissed himself.
Taylor looked at her expensive wristwatch; the singer finally uttering her first words since touching down on the island.
“Six minutes,” she declared, looking across at Justin. “Best we’ve had so far. He’s got the job.”
Taylor slipped her shoe back on and rose from her seat. Then, without as much as looking at her new employee, she crossed the room and disappeared out the front door. Amid all the pryings into his sex life and the rather hands on (or, more acurately, feet on) interview techniques of his new A-list client, it had only just dawned on Jeff that Taylor and her assistant hadn’t asked him one single thing about his career as a contractor. A mere mention of it in his application was the only proof they had that he was involved in construction at all. For all they knew, he hadn’t built as much as a treehouse in his backyard in all his years on Earth. Little things like experience, ability and expertise clearly weren’t high on their agenda when sourcing new employees.
“So, there you have it, Mr Blandisi,” said Justin. “I believe congratulations are in order. We’ll send your contract and all the relevant paperwork to your address for you to sign. Then, once that’s all been taken care of, you’ll be tasked with putting together a team to assist you on the project. Now, how you find these men is up to you, but just so you know, it would greatly please Miss Swift if a good deal of your co-workers were to possess the same...impressive attributes as yourself. And Miss Swift is one employer that you definitely want to please, believe me. You have one week.” He stood. “Thank you again for coming along today, Mr Blandisi, and we look forward to working with you.”
Jeff stood too, the construction worker doing his best to hide his still erect penis and the wet patch that continued to soak into the fabric of his pants as he rose from his chair.
“Thank you,” he said, offering Justin his hand.
“Err...you didn’t use that hand to dab yourself dry, did you?” he asked, gesturing down to the dark blotch on his lower thigh.
“Erm...no.”
“Wonderful,” said Justin, finally shaking Jeff’s hand. “Kenton will escort you back to the helicopter. Have a safe flight and we’ll see you soon.”
Still wearing little more than his crotch-hugging Speedo, Kenton did indeed lead Jeff back to the chopper. He climbed in and the helicopter took off. Jeff looked out of the window as the whirlybird rose above the tops of surrounding palm trees. The distant figures of Kenton and his four muscled black colleagues appeared to be huddling around a sun lounger on the golden beach; their long, dark cocks clearly visible, even at such a high altitude. As the chopper hovered over the shoreline and continued to rise, Jeff spotted the blonde head of his new employer, bobbing and dipping at Kenton’s crotch, her hands stroking vigorously at two further spans of coal-dark meat all the while.
Jesus! Thought Jeff, sitting back in his seat as the helicopter cruised over the Caribbean Sea. What have I let myself in for here?!
End of Chapter 11
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Chapter 12
Starring: Taylor Swift, Miley Cyrus, Elle Fanning, Chloe Moretz and Ariel Winter
SOMEWHERE OVER THE CARIBBEAN SEA. JANUARY 30. 14.15 EST
A Boeing 747 soared over the shimmering blue Caribbean Sea, its twin jet engines leaving behind long white trails across the cloudless sky as it cruised to its destination. The jet’s passengers gazed out of the windows at the countless luxurious islands that came and went, chatting excitedly about the plethora of heavenly delights that await them at the terminus. The men, who numbered some 40 strong, were none other than Taylor Swift’s new construction team; hired by the foreman, Jeff Blandisi, the previous week, and were headed to the singer’s private Bahamian island to break ground on the ambitious new project.
They were something of a ragtag bunch; the group of contractors plucked from all four corners of the United States and ranging in age from the early 20’s to the mid 40’s, and in race from brown to black, white to Latino. But, in spite of their many differences, the men did also share a good deal of common attributes. They were all well over 6 foot tall and 200+ lbs of solid muscle; their tight white tanktops and unbuttoned flannel shirts doing little to obscure the slab-like pectorals, rippling six pack abs or bulging, trunk-thick biceps that lay beneath.
The men had encountered nothing but the best throughout the respective travels. They sipped the finest French champagne and feasted on the freshest Japanese sushi in the first class lounges of various commercial airliners, and relaxed in the backs of shiny silver sports cars from one stop to another; their journeys paid for in advance by their A-list employer. And now that they were gathered in the cabin of Miss Swift’s chartered plane, the guys bore little resemblance to a band of commuters heading to their first day at work. In fact, the scene looked more like the start of a big group vacation; the guys swigging from beers, tossing around miniature footballs and discussing the fates of their favourite sports teams as they cruised to their final destination.
NEPTUNE’S NEST, THE BAHAMAS. JANUARY 30. 14.30 EST
Miley Cyrus was laid back atop a plush leather futon in the lounge of Taylor Swift’s lavish vacation home; the actress-singer cooing like a ringdove, her long, slender legs stretched to a degree most Olympic gymnasts would have been proud of as Taylor’s pretty blonde head burrowed between her thighs. Across the way, on a black four seater couch, Ariel Winter and Chloe Moretz were locked in a 69; the horny starlets lapping at each other’s pussies, while Elle Fanning knelt behind, plunging her slick red tongue in and out of the brunette’s puckered asshole.
Kenton, one of Miss Swift’s five Bahamian butlers, knocked on the lounge door; the series of raps completely drowned out by the chorus of moans and groans continuing from within. Kenton rolled his eyes, eased the door open and stepped into the lounge. He cleared his throat loudly; in part to attract his employers attention and in part to dislodge the words that had stuck in his throat upon witnessing the glorious sight.
“Miss Swift,” he said, his first utterance receiving no response.
“Miss Swift,” he repeated, louder this time, but still to no avail.
“MISS SWIFT!”
Finally, his employer looked up from her friend’s crotch; a coating of pussy juice smeared across her lips as she emerged from between her thighs.
“Yes, what is it, Kenton?” she asked, the popstar noticing the stir in her butler’s groin as the all-girl orgy continued.
“Forgive the intrusion, Miss Swift, but your construction crew has just arrived on the island.”
“Ooh, great!” Taylor yelped excitedly, hopping up the leather futon; Miley left somewhat miffed as the A-list singer abandoned her post. “Hear that, girls?” she added. “Sounds like we’ve got work to do!”
*
The construction crew hurried impatiently down the narrow aisle of the chartered arliner; the muscled contractors practically barging one another out of the way as they filed out through the airplane door and down the long white stairwell. Taylor was stood on the runway; the singer wearing little more than an indecently skimpy, wire-thin bikini and a pair of designer sandals as she awaited the team’s arrival. A wicked smirk stretched across her pretty face as the men traversed the stairwell and crossed the runway in her direction.
A seemingly never ending line of handsome men filed out from her chartered aircraft; each one bigger, burlier and better looking than the last. There was light skin, dark skin, brown and olive skin. Black hair, blonde hair, short hair and long hair. Carefully styled side partings, freshly trimmed fades and neatly waxed slick backs. Beards, designer stubble and countless tattoos.
Biceps swelled from beneath t-shirts and flannels. Pecs bulged under tank tops and basketball jerseys. They wore snapback hats and heavy duty work boots. Tool belts ringed their waists; all manner of hammers and spanners, chisels and wrenches swinging from their suede loops. However, their real tools, the ones Taylor was most interested in, were hung beneath in the crotches of their jean shorts; every one of the construction studs seeming to have the trunk of Indian elephant tucked away inside.
Taylor thought she’d died and gone to heaven. 40 handsome, well hung, muscular men practically taking up residence on her Caribbean paradise for the next six months. Forget the island. This was her real birthday present, right here!
“Hi, boys,” Taylor announced as the men drew closer, the crew gathering before her as she addressed them at large. “Welcome to Neptune’s Nest. Now, I assume you’ve all met Jeff. Come up here, Jeff,” she added. Jeff Blandisi stepped forward from the front of the pack and stood beside Taylor. “He’s the foreman on this project and we’ve put our trust in him to ensure that all work is completed by our required date. You’ll answer to him, but make no mistake, gentlemen, I’m your boss. And as your boss, you’ll do whatever I tell you. Understood?” She pointed an authoritative finger at the group of men, then flashed them a naughty grin. “Come with me, guys.”
Taylor turned on her heels and marched across the runway. The construction crew followed behind; some nudging each other on the arm and pointing at their new boss’ peachy, g-string clad ass as she led them to the centre of the island.
“OK, so here we are, guys,” said Taylor, stopping at a large, plush green clearing. “This is the site where you guys will be working. That’s my house you can see in the distance,” she added. “That’s off limits. Unless I invite you up there, of course.” She grinned. “So, Jeff will give you guys your rotas and let you know which areas of the site you’ll be working on. But before we break ground, I have a little welcoming gift set up for you guys on the south beach. Follow me.”
Taylor led the crew onto the south shoreline. Waiting on comfy padded sun loungers were four of her celebrity friends; Miley Cyrus, Elle Fanning, Chloe Moretz and Ariel Winter; each of the A-list babes every bit as scantily clad as the singer herself.
“Girls, this is my construction crew,” Taylor explained. “They’ll be working on the island for the next six months, so I thought it only right for y’all to get properly acquainted. So, ladies,” she went on, “how about we give these guys a nice, warm Neptune’s Nest welcome.”
The guys strolled across the beach and Taylor’s friends rose to meet them, greeting some of the construction studs with a welcoming kiss as they began to gather around them. Before long, all five women found themselves surrounded by rings of muscled men. Miley Cyrus was at the centre of a circle of studs, some seven men strong. Her arms were wrapped around twin sets of broad, hulk-like shoulder blades as she made out with the two chiseled hunks in turn. Hands groped at her tits and slapped her supple, round ass, and it wasn’t long before the singer’s paws were taking a little wander of their own. Her skimpy little bikini was untied and tossed aside as she reached for the men’s groins; the blonde beauty stroking two of the guys’ swelling cocks through the fabric of their shorts.
Shirts were removed and shorts were dropped; Miley continuing to lock lips with the surrounding studs as they undressed around her. Piles of clothing began to form every which way across the sandy beach; the golden coastline littered with tank tops, flannel shirts and discarded work boots. As underwear began to shed and cocks were unleashed, Miley dropped to her knees; all seven of the meaty, thick prongs pointed at her face like flesh-toned arrows.
A tall white man named Shane was stood before her, his girthy, nine inch wang clasped at the base in wait of her pretty mouth. Miley didn’t leave him hanging for long. She parted her pouty pink lips and wrapped them around his dong; the randy songstress bobbing her blonde head as she worked them up and down the shaft. But it didn’t end there and, as she sucked at Shane’s long, thick pole, Miley reached up and gripped two others; her hands little more than blurs of lily-white skin and expensive jewelry as she jerked away until her heart’s content.
She looked up at Shane as she sucked his prong; her glossy, plump lips leaving behind thick trails of spit as they roamed along the shaft, an additional inch of veiny, thick man meat vanishing between them with each pass. Six inches, seven, eight. One more plunge and her lips wrapped around the base, her nose nestling amongst his neatly sheared bush of pubes as she choked his wang right down to the balls.
But she wasn’t done yet, and no sooner had Miley swallowed Shane’s dick to the hilt, had she moved onto the next; his long, girthy pipe dripping with saliva as she retrieved it from her maw. Next up was a big, muscular black guy named Jamal. His cock was slightly less thick than Shane’s before him, but what it lacked in girth (relatively speaking, of course), it more than made up for in length; the giant, coal-dark wang measuring a cool 11 inches from tip to base.
But Miley wasn’t intimidated by such a large penis. Oh, no. In fact, she seemed to actively relish the additional length; the actress-singer attacking the black man’s dong with even greater zeal than she had his predecessor. She gaped her lips once more; the blonde beauty choking down half of the tar-black length on the first pass, and didn’t let up from there. She bobbed and dipped at Jamal’s crotch, vanishing every inch of veiny dark meat that came her way as she worked his lengthy wang. By the time she was done, Jamal’s dick, too, had disappeared from sight; the randy songstress sucking the long black pole down to the hilt like it measured but the length of a cocktail weenie.
And that was only the beginning. Miley worked her away around the ring of hunks; sucking, slurping, stroking and jerking any span of girithy, fat cock that came her way, swallowing each and every one down to the base regardless of length, girth or colour. Once the last cock had been sucked and the last pair of balls pressed against her throat, the guys were fit to blow; their spit-slicked wangs pulsing in their hands as they jerked themselves off.
“Mmm, yeah! Gimme those loads, boys!” Miley grinned, reaching up to fondle two pairs of heavy, cum-filled balls as she gazed up at the group. “I want to drink all that creamy, hot spunk!”
The guys didn’t need a second invitation. Two of them, a white man and a Latino, stepped up first; the chiseled pair pulling their throbbing pricks and firing twin jets of gooey, off-white seed straight into her open mouth; the gloopy mess pooling in her gaping maw like a murky lagoon. Then two more took their place and did the same; the four wads of thick, warm spunk filling her mouth to the brim. Miley closed her lips; the fair-haired starlet gulping down the semen shandy in a single go and gaping her mouth once more in wait of a second.
Jamal and a Hispanic stud named Gabriel went next; the muscled duo spanking themselves off until two further spunkloads, every bit as warm and creamy as those that had come before blasted into her open mouth. That just left Shane, and as he stepped up to the plate; beating his throbbing meat like a man possessed, Miley gargled with the two wads of gooey, thick nut pooling in her gaping maw as she eagerly awaited the third. Shane’s dick went off; the handsome contractor blowing a seventh and final helping of piping, off white seed between her lips. Miley closed her mouth once more, swallowing down a second gloopy cocktail; slightly less copious, but every bit as rich and potent as the first, straight down to her tummy.
*
Elsewhere, a second group of eight well-hung studs had formed two separate rows of four. Each line was stood some five feet apart, as Ariel Winter positioned herself in the middle; the buxom brunette ready to handle two of their girthy, oversized prongs at once as she worked her way down both rows. The first two were a white guy called Brett and a Latino named Miguel. Ariel squatted between them; the raven-haired babe gripping both of their thick, veiny cocks at the base. Her bikini had been removed and both men squeezed and groped her breasts; spands of pliant, creamy-white titflesh bulging through the gaps in their fingers as they felt her up.
Ariel started with Brett; the busty actress feeding his swollen cockhead into her mouth and working her lips up and down his dick. She sucked down inch after inch; the chesty starlet guiding her plump set of shiny pink prickpleasers right down to the base, before switching to the next. Ariel did the same to Miguel; the brunette choking down his own long, veiny rod with equal ease as she had his friend. Then, she worked her lips back up to the head; the buxom beauty releasing the thick, swollen crown with a loud *POP*, before doing the same to Brett. Ariel rinsed and repeated this technique several times; her head little more than a glossy black blur as she switched back and forth from one prick to the other.
Once the first two men had been taken care of, Ariel moved onto the second; a black man called Darius and a white dude named Evan. She knelt between them; the stacked starlet tilting her head back towards Darius as Evan slapped his thick slab of juicy manmeat between her cans. Ariel gaped her lips as wide as they would go; Darius dipping his heavy black balls between them like a teabag into water as Evan wrapped her whopping tits around his wang.
“Grease those titties up, bro,” said Miguel, handing Evan a bottle of baby oil.
Quite where the bottle had come from, Evan wasn’t sure, but he flicked the cap open all the same; dousing Ariel’s rack in an ungodly amount of the clear, slick lube before tossing it aside. Then he got down to business; the chiseled hunk working his dick back and forth between her cans. His swollen head poked out repeatedly from the depths of her bust; the construction stud giving his carpentry skills an airing as he sawed his dong between her tits like he was slicing through a 2X4.
Meanwhile, Ariel was sucking away at Darius’ jet-black ballsack; the chesty brunette drenching each of the swollen, spunk-filled orbs in spittle before switching to the next. Once his nuts were dripping with saliva, Ariel released them from her mouth and turned around so the guys could switch roles. Evan dunked his balls into her mouth, while Darius laid his long, dark pipe between her tits; the ripped black hunk plowing her rack with equal ferocity to that of his friend.
Next up were a Hispanic stud named Angel and a black dude named TJ. TJ picked up the bottle of oil; squeezing out more of the greasy lube over Ariel’s juggies, before burying his cock between them. This time she operated them herself; the chesty actress wrapping her hefty white cans around his girthy black prong like buns around a hotdog. He humped away at her bosom like his life depended on it; his bulging brown head poking out from the alabaster depths with each pass he took.
Once more, Ariel put her mouth to good use as TJ fucked her rack. This time she turned her head to the side, parting her lips and taking Angel’s cock inside. Angel placed a hand at the back of her head and worked his dong back and forth, guiding an extra inch of veiny, olive-toned meat between her lips with each pass. Dicks sliced between her funbags and tunneled down her throat with equal force, but Ariel took both like a champ; the horny actress sucking and slurping greedily at every span of girthy Latin cock that came her way, while beating off TJ with her tits. Again, the guys changed roles; TJ taking a turn in Ariel’s mouth while Angel fucked her tits, before she moved onto the final pair.
The last two were a pair of white guys named Casey and Seth. Ariel squatted between them; gripping both men by the dick and pulling them in close, so close that their shafts were practically touching. She clasped her hands around the base of each cock, gaped her full pink lips as far as they would go and fed both dicks inside. The men looked at one another a little uneasily as their dicks pressed together in Ariel’s mouth. She moved her hands down to their hips, holding them in place as she bobbed at their adjoined crotches; her mouth roaming along their twin shafts and taking about half of their combined length inside with each pass.
Ariel coughed and gagged around the pair of cocks engorged in her mouth; the equally thick, equally veiny undersides throbbing against her tongue as she sucked them. Rivers of precum oozed from their open tips and trickled across her tongue; the curvy brunette swallowing down ounces of the stuff as she worked their wangs with her mouth. The guys began to thrust into her mouth in perfect unison, guiding their dicks back and forth between her lips; the chesty starlet accepting every dual inch with grace as they double teamed her gaping maw.
Once Ariel reached the end of the line, the guys surrounded her; the chiseled hunks pulling their throbbing pricks as they prepared to hose her down.
“Yes! Cum for me, boys!” Ariel purred, holding up her jiggling DD tits in wait of their loads. “Drench my pretty face in all that gooey, hot seed!”
As if doing so on command, the guys started to cum. Evan and Angel went off first; the construction studs blasting piping hot loads of creamy, thick nut over her face and chest respectively. From here on, the loads came thick and fast. Dicks erupted in their twos and threes; the guys blasting their goo over any part of Ariel’s upper anatomy that took their fancy. Some chose her face, others her tits. Darius fired ropes of gloopy, warm seed onto her glossy raven hair, while Seth dumped out a thick load on top of her head. By the time they’d finished, Ariel was utterly caked from the chest up; nigh on every stretch of soft, alabaster skin and every strand of shiny dark hair coated with sticky, off-white cum.
*
Meanwhile, Elle Fanning and Chloe Moretz had no fewer than 14 guys lined up beside each other; the row of studs seeming to stretch halfway across the island as they filed out along the beach. The girls squatted by the first guy; a white man named Blake, and got down to business. Elle knelt before him; parting her glossy pink lips and feeding his dick inside, while Chloe squatted behind him; prizing apart his firm, muscular ass cheeks and burrowing her face in his crack.
Elle placed her hands on his thighs and bobbed at his crotch. Her lips journeyed up and down his lengthy shaft; the fair-haired actress sucking down an extra inch of his girthy pole with each pass she took. Meanwhile, Chloe’s face was buried in his ass; the randy starlet scarcely able to breath as she lapped at his sphincter. She shot out her tongue and plunged it into his anus; the blonde beauty rooting around in his rectum like she was hunting for her keys.
The remaining men watched on as the girls scoffed greedily at Blake’s various pleasure points; the guys pulling their pricks and hollering encouragement as they waited their turn.
“Damn! Girl can suck a dick!” said one man.
“Shit, man! Look at her eat that butt!” added another. “They oughta call her Lick Ass instead!”
By this stage, Elle was bobbing at Blake’s groin at a frankly alarming rate; the horny actress choking down inch after inch of thick, veiny man meat as she went, dousing his wang in an unholy volume of slippery, wet saliva as she sucked his girthy prong. Blake held off until he could no longer, his dick pulsing between Elle’s shiny, plump lips like it was fit to burst.
“Fuck! I’m gonna cum!” he blurted out, his voice quavering as he was feasted on from both sides.
Elle retrieved his cock from between her lips and, from seemingly out of nowhere, produced two sparkling champagne flutes; placing one on the floor beside Chloe and holding the other at the tip of Blake’s prick. Chloe reached around and started jerking him off; the horny starlet still tonguing away at his asshole as she pulled his pulsing prong. Elle reached down to caress his balls; the head of his dong pounding away beyond the rim of the glass. Blake was trembling all over; his nuts swelling in Elle’s hands, his cock throbbing like mad as Chloe licked his ass and tugged him off.
Suddenly, it erupted; thick jets of creamy, off-white splooge shooting from his dickhole and into the bottom of the glass. Quite how much of the vessel the load had filled wasn’t abundantly clear, but one thing was for sure; if the guys kept on ejaculating at such volumes, their collected cum would be spilling out the top of the glass by the time they were done!
“Wow!” said Elle, as she marvelled at the pool of cum, swirling it around in the flute like she was airing a glass of brandy. “I think I’m gonna need a bigger glass!”
With the first guy done with, the girls moved onto the next; a big black guy by the name of Jarrett. This man was facing in the opposite direction to his friend before him, so this time Chloe handled the penis while Elle took care of his rear. Chloe parted her lips and Jarrett fed his dick inside; the dark-skinned stud placing a hand at the back of her head as he guided it back and forth in her mouth. Elle stuck out her tongue behind him; the blonde beauty lapping at his stripwaxed ass every time he thrust back towards her.
Before long, Jarrett was fucking Chloe’s pretty mouth like there was no tomorrow; his swollen black head tunnelling deeper into her gullet with each pass he took. Soon he was driving his dick right down to the base; his big, heavy balls smacking against Chloe’s throat. All manner of lewd coughing and choking noises escaped her lips as he worked all ten of his girthy, dark inches down her esophagus. By now, Elle was delving her tongue into Jarrett’s asshole with each counterthrust; his thick, wet dong twitching in response to each rectal probe, only to plunge into the darkest recesses of Chloe’s drooling mouth as he thrust back forward.
Several soft, wet anal probes and numerous deepthroating passes later, and Jarrett was ready to cum; his dick throbbing like an athlete’s ticker each time he thrust in Chloe’s gaping maw. Chloe held the champagne flute at the tip of his wang; the ripped black hunk pulling himself off as Elle tonguefucked his rear. His dick erupted like Mount Vesuvius; a wad of spunk, every bit as gooey and copious as Blake’s before him, shooting from his slit and pooling at the bottom of the glass.
But Chloe and Elle weren’t finished yet and the girls made their way along the row of studs; sucking and slurping, lapping and tonguefucking each one to climax, gathering his load in their glasses before moving onto the next. By the time the last guy had cum, the girls had no fewer than seven wads of gloopy, rich seed swimming about in their flutes; both vessels filled almost to the brim with a murky cocktail of thick, off-white man goo.
Elle and Chloe clinked their glasses and interlocked their arms.
“Bottoms up,” said Elle.
“Cin cin,” Chloe replied, as both women brought their spunk-filled glasses to their lips and tipped them back; two rivers of gooey, warm spunk streamed past the rims and into their waiting maws.
The men gathered around the celebrity duo and watched on intently, some chanting ‘CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!’ like frat boys at a kegger as ounce after ounce of sloppy, hot seed flowed down their greedy throats. Before long, every last drop had been drained from both vessels; the girls licking up the spunky residue from the rim of each glass as seven wads of hot, thick cum gathered in their respective tummies.
*
Elsewhere, Taylor Swift was laid out on a padded sunbed; her pretty blonde head hanging off the end, as the final nine of her newly hired, burly construction studs lined up before her, each one ready to take a turn in her inviting, A-list mouth. A black man named Derrick stepped up first; the ebony-skinned hunk squatting before her and pointing the tip of his wang at her mouth, gripping it at the base as he prepared to take the plunge.
Derrick fed no less than half the span of his girthy, footlong cock into Taylor’s mouth right off the bat and didn’t let up from there. He began to thrust back and forth; the ripped black stud guiding inch after inch of his veiny, dark pole between her lips and gaining momentum with each pass. Soon enough, he was working it down to the hilt with each stroke; Taylor accepting every girthy inch that came her way with considerable aplomb, his big, swinging black balls smacking against her forehead each time he thrust inside. Spit coated his dong; the coal-dark rod seeming to drip further with slippery, wet saliva with every pass he took, all manner of lewd and slutty noises escaping Taylor’s lips as she choked down his wang.
Then, as Derrick took yet another plunge into the depths of her esophagus, Taylor reached up behind him and clasped his muscular brown buttcheeks; holding the dark-skinned stud in place as his girthy prong lodged in throat. His heavy balls squished against her face; covering her nose and dangling in her eyes. Spit dripped down her face; making a mess of her makeup, going in her hair and plastering thick strands to her skin. Taylor held Derrick in this position until she could no longer. She released his muscled black ass and Derrick rose from his squatted stance, his long, thick rod finally displodging from her gullet as he did so. Taylor drew in a deep breath, sucking in lungfuls of air as Derrick stepped aside, allowing the second man to move in for a turn.
Next up was a Hispanic man named Hector and as he approached, Taylor gaped her lips in wait of his cock; the horny singer surprised to feel the waxed skin of his olive-toned ball sack press against her lips as he dipped his spunk-filled gonads into her mouth. Taylor sucked away at one of Hector’s large, low hanging balls as he guided it between her lips, the second nut dangling down against her cheek as she dealt with the first. She slobbered and drooled over the cum-churning orb; dousing it in spit before switching to the next. The first ball slipped out from Taylor’s mouth as she made room for the second; a mess of spit smearing across her mouth as she made the changeover.
Hector pulled himself off; his hand roaming up and down his long Latin dick a mile a minute as he teabagged his new boss. Once Taylor had handled each nut separately, she gaped her lips as wide as they would go, her cheeks bulging lewdly as she took both of the plum-sized gonads into her maw at the same time. Taylor gobbled away at Hector’s balls like she was sucking on candies; drenching the giant gonads in spittle as she held them between her lips. By the time he retrieved them, Hector’s nuts were dripping with saliva, the swollen gonads brewing and churning with a fresh wad of spunk as he stepped aside.
After Hector came Logan; a dark-haired white guy, who, as he stepped up to the plate, adopted a different stance entirely. Unlike the two men who had gone before, Logan turned around and squatted over Taylor’s supine frame; his asscheeks spreading open as he presented her with his spotlessly clean, stripwaxed rear. She shot out her tongue and lapped at his anus; the blonde beauty reaching around and stroking him off as she tossed his salad. Taylor could feel his dick twitch and spasm in her hand as she tromboned him; her dainty paw roaming up and down the length of his member while she tongued at his asshole.
But it didn’t stop there, and as Logan’s dong pulsed away in her hand, Taylor pressed the tip of her tongue against the rim of his ass and plunged it inside. She puckered her lips against his sphincter; the popstar practically making out with his butthole as she sunk her tongue into his rectum. By now she was stroking his long, thick cock with both hands, precum trickling from the slit as she tonguedfucked his rear; the slick red flesh burying deeper into his back passage with each pass she took.
Once Logan had taken his turn, another man took his place. The another. And another. Some fucked her mouth, others dipped their balls between her lips or sat on her pretty face. Some opted for a combination of two, while others went for all three. But regardless of their sex act of choice, Taylor executed her role to a T; taking inch after inch of veiny, thick schlong down her throat; gobbling on pairs of spunk-filled bals, no matter how large; and tonguing at a conveyer belt of male assholes, both hairy and smooth.
And so it continued. No sooner had one guy moved aside, had another taken his place; the dismounting party joining the end of the queue in wait of their next turn. After a while, those at the back of the line grew tired of waiting. Two approached the supine popstar, one on either side; their long, jutting cocks thrust out and ready to be stroked. Taylor obliged and reached out; stroking the girthy dongs two at a time, while her skilled mouth took care of a third.
It wasn’t long before the guys were ready to cum, and Taylor hopped down from the padded recliner; the horny singer kneeling on the sandy ground as they surrounded her. Cocks pointed at her from all angles as the guys pulled themselves off; the blonde beauty kneading two sets of balls as swollen dickheads pumped and throbbed mere inches from her face.
“Yes! Gimme all that cum, boys!” said Taylor, feeling the weight of their sacs in her hands as thick wads of cum brewed in their oversized balls. “Paint my fucking face with all that gooey, warm nut!”
Three dicks went off at the exact same time; firing off-white ropes of gloopy, hot ball juice across her chest, face and hair alike. Then three more followed suit, then another two. By the time the last man, a white guy named Luke, stepped up, Taylor had been glazed like a Christmas ham; the fair-haired songstress plastered with splooge from her chest to her brow. But still she wanted more, and as Luke readied her final load, Taylor reached around behind him; the randy popstar jamming a finger up his ass as he stroked his throbbing cock.
“Come on. Cum for me, baby!” she purred. “Give your boss her thick, messy treat!”
Luke clasped his eyes shut as he pulled his prick, Taylor’s finger plunging into the depths of his rectum as he whacked himself off.
“Oh, fuck! I’m gonna blow!” he yelled, his hand travelling up and down his dong at lightning quick pace until a wad of spunk, possibly the thickest, warmest and gooeyest of them all, blasted from his winking tip and splattered across Taylor’s already cum-soaked face like blood on a bludgeon.
Once the final drop of jizz had been squeezed from his dick, Luke took a step back, Taylor’s finger retracting from his asshole with an audible *POP* as he moved aside. Taylor looked out across Neptune’s Nest’s golden coastline as her band of ultra-hung construction studs gathered in naked huddles, her A-list chums squatted between them; caked in nut and with bellies filled with gloopy seed.
Wow! She thought. This place gets better by the day!
Taylor went to join her friends; her handsome employees gathered before them as they lazed on the sandy beach.
“Well, that was quite a welcome, wasn’t it, guys?” she said. “I hope you enjoyed it, but now it’s time for you to get to work.” She licked up a mouthful of cum from Ariel Winter’s chest and swallowed it down. “Go on, boys,” she added, licking her pouty lips as she savoured the taste of the spunk. “Off you pop.”
End of Chapter 12
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Such a warm welcome! These ladies are so generous!
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Chapter 13
Starring: Taylor Swift, Hailee Steinfeld, Miley Cyrus, Elle Fanning, Hayley Willliams, Carrie Underwood, Emma Watson, Cassadee Pope, Kelsea Ballerini, Kacey Musgraves, Saoirse Ronan, Anna Kendrick, Arianna Grande and Christina Hendricks
NEPTUNE’S NEST, THE BAHAMAS. FEBRUARY 26. 13.30 EST
Taylor Swift was watching TV in the luxurious lounge of her Bahamian vacation home, kitted out little more than an indecently short satin kimono, when there was a knock at the front door. She switched off her 72 inch television set, rising from her plush leather couch as she crossed the room. She opened the door. Her trusty assistant, Justin, and newly re-hired pilot, Joel, were waiting outside.
“You’re late,” said Taylor, shifting to the side and ushering the men through.
“Yes, sorry about that, Miss Swift,” Justin replied. “There were technical issues with air traffic control. We couldn’t take off until they were resolved.”
Taylor looked at Joel. “So it was your fault? Why am I not surprised?”
It wasn’t, in fact, Joel’s fault in any way, shape or form, but before he could protest, Taylor was pointing towards one of the house’s many guest rooms; her mind whirring with the myriad ways in which the handsome pilot could atone for his apparent mistake.
“Go wait in there. I’ll deal with you shortly.”
Joel hung his head and trudged towards the bedroom.
Taylor turned to Justin. “Shall we?”
“Yes, Miss Swift.”
Taylor led Justin through to the office; a space so large and lavishly decorated it put most people’s living rooms to shame.
“Take a seat,” she said, gesturing to an agarwood desk at the far side of the room; all manner of tablets, laptops and desktop monitors lining its varnished surface.
Justin parked his ass on the impossibly comfy leather swivel chair and powered up a state of the art iMac computer. “So, how did it go with the graphic designer?”
Taylor chuckled. “He was a cute little thing. Pretty big dick for a design geek, but I guess you know that already.”
He did. After all he’d hired him, and if the freelancer hadn’t measured up in the shorts department, Justin would have been waiting in line for his unemployment check right about now.
“He came a bit early though,” Taylor went on. “Bless him. I guess he was a little nervous.”
“Right,” Justin replied. “And did he finish the template?”
“Oh, right, yes,” said Taylor, seemingly forgetting that the freelancer had even been hired for such a task. “Yeah, he did. It’s on there somewhere.”
Justin trawled through the documents on the computer (mostly indecent images from wild celebrity parties of days gone by) until he found what he was looking for. He opened it up.
“Ready?” asked Taylor.
“Yep.”
“OK.”
Taylor untied the clasp on her kimono; the expensive garment falling open and revealing her nude body in all its toned, beach bronzed glory. She slid it off and tossed it aside. She pulled Justin’s chair out from under the desk and climbed aboard; the fair-haired singer resting her knees either side of his muscular thighs as she straddled his seated frame.
“Taylor Swift requests your attendance to her belated birthday bash,” Taylor began, unzipping Justin’s fly and retrieving his long, thick cock from the confines of his suit pants.
Justin typed the words his employer dictated as best he could; his view of the screen almost entirely blocked by her gorgeous face and hot, naked form. His hands trembled as she rubbed the tip of his dick against the moist slit of her pussy before feeding it inside.
“Come celebrate my 30th year on Earth by joining me for a wild all-star bash on my private Caribbean island on the weekend of July 31st to August 2nd...”
NASHVILLE, TENNESSEE. FEBRUARY 29. 14.30 CST
“...Mingle on the lush golden shores of my Bahamian paradise with a host of my celebrity friends...” read Carrie Underwood, the flawlessly designed invitation clasped in her manicured hands as she relayed its words to the room.
The kneeling bodies of her own A-list chums; Hayley Willliams, Cassadee Pope, Kelsea Ballerini and Kacey Musgraves, were barely visible amongst a huddle of ripped black studs as they bobbed and dipped at their dark, jutting crotches.
LONDON, ENGLAND. FEBRUARY 29. 20.30 GMT
“...Feast on the finest West Indian delicacies and...uhh...sip glass after glass of the priciest French champagne as you...oh, Jesus!...party the night away with 30 of my burliest, best looking and...uhh...BIGGEST young hunks…” continued Emma Watson.
Her reading of the invitation was interspersed with a series of impassioned groans as she perched on a muscular man’s handsome, well-groomed face; the chiseled stud tonguing away at her slick, wet pussy, while her celebrity pal, Saoirse Ronan, hopped and bounced on his veiny, thick cock.
LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA. FEBRUARY 29. 12.30 PST
“...Spend the night with the celebs and studs of your choice in one of my fifteen fully furnished and lavishly decorated luxury villas...” read Haillee Steinfeld as she donned a long black strap on, her Pitch Perfect co-star Anna Kendrick sprawled out on a king size bed and ready to receive it.
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“...Dine at my Michelin starred restaurant and sink cocktails at my private bar, before doing it all again the very next night…” read Miley Cyrus and Arianna Grande as they sat side by side on a plush white couch; Miss Cyrus’ living room filling to the brim with a host of scantily clad women and impossibly jacked men.
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“...Due to accommodation restraints, plus one’s have been limited...uhh...to a select few,” continued Christina Hendricks, the invitation clasped in her hand as she lay back on a king size bed. “You know who you are…” She lowered the invitation and looked down between her splayed thighs. “Well?”
“Well, what?” asked her friend and Neon Demon co-star Elle Fanning, her mouth smeared with Miss Hendricks’ slick, sweet pussy juices as she emerged from between her legs.
“Are you allowed a plus one?”
Elle grinned. “Why, yes, Miss Hendricks. I do believe I am.”
“I see. And will a certain buxom redhead be attending this get together with you, Miss Fanning?”
“Hmm,” Elle pondered. “Possibly. Or maybe I’ll take Dakota. See if the girls are into the whole sister-on-sister thing.”
Christina gasped. “Mary Elle Fanning! You filthy little slut!”
“I’m kidding!” Elle smirked. “I don’t really fuck my sister! Though I think she’d enjoy this party. Hell, I think a convent full of nuns would enjoy this party!”
“Well, I know I’d enjoy it, that’s for sure. Let me know if there’s anything I can do to grease the wheels in my favour.”
“Hmm, I’m sure I can think of something,” she said, grinning up at her friend as she burrowed back between her lilly-white thighs.
Christina read on; her voice carrying a distinct purr as Elle’s skilled tongue returned to her clit. “RSVP by July 1st to confirm your attendance...”
NEPTUNE’S NEST, THE BAHAMAS. FEBRUARY 26. 14.00 EST
“...I hope to see you all here,” Taylor Swift concluded, the singer now hopping up and down on Justin’s lap at such a pace that the leather office chair was creaking away beneath them.
Justin had been cracking away blindly at the keys for the past 15 minutes, practically bludgeoning them with his trembling fingers as Taylor bounced on his giant cock; her handsome assistant gripping the mouse so firmly that he almost crushed it in his hand. His usually impeccable written English had descended into a string of gibberish even the most skilled of CIA decoders would have had trouble deciphering.
*SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* Taylor’s peachy ass clattered repeatedly against his thighs; Justin’s wang throbbing and spasming with every pass she took. He held onto the desk for dear life, making it shake so violently it looked like an earthquake was rumbling across the island. Staplers, whole punchers and cups filled with pens fell from the trembling desk and onto the floor, the expensive iMac monitor nearly tumbling off with them as he gripped the wooden surface.
Justin had held off for an impressive length of time; withstanding a battering from Taylor’s bucking frame, so brutal and merciless it would have left most men comatose within a matter of moments. But, finally, his resistance was starting to wane and as Taylor’s pussy lips sunk to the hilt of his wang one last time, her wet cooze sheathing it with its velvety snugness, Justin unleashed; firing rope of rope of scolding hot cum deep into her baby maker.
“UHHH!!!” Justin yelled, looking to the heavens as his boss’ tight, pink twat milked his testes dry.
Taylor retrieved his still quivering dong from her cooch, a sloppy creampie oozing out as she hopped down from the chair; a wad of nut so creamy and thick, the singer’s team of French maids would require a supermarket aisele’s worth of cleaning products and heck of a lot of elbow grease to sponge it from the carpet.
“Phew!” Taylor exclaimed, blowing loose strands of blonde hair from her face as she slipped back into her kimono and re-tied the clasp. “Now that’s what I call a hard day at the office! Right, print those and get the sent out would you, Justin. I’ll go see to our friend in the other room.”
Taylor opened the office door and marched out into the hallway. Joel had known he was to be disciplined, and when Taylor entered the guest room, the handsome pilot was already knelt on the floor, wearing nothing but his tighty whities. Just how the popstar had wanted him.
“Oh, Joel. Joel, Joel, Joel,” she said, closing the door and removing her kimono. She fetched a paddle from a hook on the wall and tapped it against her palm. “What are we going to do with you?”
End of Chapter 13
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Another excellent chapter and I do look forward to seeing what you're going to do with Christina Hendricks in the cast now.
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Chapter 14
Starring: Hailee Steinfeld
LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA. 22 APRIL. 18.00 PST
Colton had just finished his evening workout at the local gym when a flyer pinned to the locker room cork board stopped him in his tracks. CALLING ALL STUDS!!! Read the opening headline; the forthright screamer stretching across the top of the page in giant block capitals. Immediately that caught his attention. Colton didn’t like to brag (well, actually, he did- he bragged all the time), but he liked to think of himself as something of a stud- so much so, in fact, that he thought the explicit headline had been directed squarely at him. He read on.
Are you a shredded hunk with a body like a Greek god? Uh huh, thought Colton. 6’3” tall and 215 lbs of solid bulk. Do you have looks that make women go weak at the knees and moist at the crotch? He sure did. In fact, the young man had been responsible for more trembling knee caps than a case of vertigo. Do you have genitals that would turn Ron Jeremy green with envy? Yep. Length= 10.3 inches (10.7 on a good day). Girth= 5.7 inches. Ball size= God only knew!
Do you make your wife/girlfriend/fuck buddy scream the house down every time you bang? It was a ‘no’ on the first two counts- he’d never been married and, in fact, had never had a girlfriend either (not through a lack of proposals, he just didn’t like to be tied down); but a definite ‘yes’ on the third! And he could have added class mates, teachers and friends’ moms to that list as well.
Have you ever wanted to attend one of Taylor Swift’s wild celebrity parties? Of course. He and every other man with blood running through his veins. Well this is your lucky day! That’s right, guys, the Queen of Pop herself is on the hunt for fresh, new studs to attend her belated birthday bash. Think you’ve got what it takes? Send pictures of your face, body and, of course, those big, fat cocks of yours to (213) 509-5229 to be in with a chance.
Colton could hardly believe his eyes. He keyed the number into his phone and raced home as quickly as his second hand Ford Fiesta and the Burbank speed limits would allow. As soon as he got home, Colton rushed to the garage and hit the bench. He’d just spent the better part of two hours pumping iron at the gym, but wanting his bis, tris, quads and whatever else popping like firecrackers before he took his pictures, the chiseled hunk got right back to it the second he walked through the door.
Next, he went up to his room and got out his phone; the young man snapping more pictures than Bailey, Adams and Leibovitz combined as he posed for the lens like a model at an art class. He took whole body shots in his stained full length mirror, followed by a series of close ups; his pecs, his rippling torso, his biceps- his bronzed and tattooed skin gleaming with perspiration.
Then, Colton took a shower and got to grooming himself; the handsome stud making sure he looked his very best before he shot the pictures of his face. He spent hours in front of the mirror; flawless sculpting his thick brown hair with a drug store shelf’s worth of expensive product. He shaved his sculpted jawline until his skin was smoother than a baby’s ass, then slathered his face in moisturisers, oils, toners, and who only knew what else, until his tanned skin shone with a lush bronze glow. He snapped pics in a variety of different poses, picked out his favourites and deleted the rest.
Then it was time for the main event. Colton climbed up onto his bed and sprawled out across the mattress, nude as the day he was born. He took his seven inch flaccid penis in his hand and started jerking. He closed his eyes and pictured himself at one of Taylor Swift’s wild celebrity parties; a number of explicit scenarios whirring through his mind as his dick grew and stiffened in his hand.
At one point he was stood in an what appeared to be a 5-star London hotel room; Sophie Turner tonguing at his asshole, while Maisie Williams sucked his swollen, round cockhead and Hayley Atwell beat him off with her tits. Then, he was laying back on a recliner in some giant landscaped yard; Carrie Underwood sat on his face, while Cassadee Pope rode his girthy cock, a host of other horny country stars pawing at his chiseled torso or grazing his rock hard pecs. Finally, he was sprawled out on a giant beach towel on some sunny golden shoreline; Taylor Swift herself working her tight pink asshole up and down his dong, a host of her A-list pals watching on from the sidelines as they awaited their turn.
By the time Colton re-opened his eyes, his dick was at full mast; the oversized wang throbbing in his hands, a rockpool of sticky, wet precum gathered in his wide open tip. Veins travelled up and down the length of his pole; criss crossing one another like train tracks. He picked up a tape from his nightstand (as what one might term a ‘measurer’, he always had one close to hand) and placed the end at the tip of his prick. He unrolled it along his shaft for what felt like an eternity, finally stopping when he reached the tip. 10.9. His best measurement yet. He snapped a pic of the full length of his penis, then a close up of his crown, making sure the impressive measurement was clear for all to see. Then, he wrapped the tape around his shaft (5.9) and took a photo of that too.
Next, he positioned his phone between his bulky thighs and shot a pic of his girthy underside; a long, thick vein trailing from tip to base like a blood-filled drinking straw, his enormous, plum-sized balls dangling right down to the mattress with the weight of the semen brewing away inside. With the final picture taken, Colton gathered all his favourite images (some 25 in total) into a message, found the number from the flyer in his contact list and hit send. Moments later, his phone pinged as a reply landed in his inbox.
Wow! Impressive! We’ll get back to you when we’ve heard from the rest of the candidates, but I’ve got to say, you’re in with a real chance! [heart eyes emoji]. In the meantime, keep your hands off that dick. We want you fit to burst by the time you get here!
Whether the message had been sent by Taylor herself, one of her friends or some kind of assistant, Colton wasn’t sure, but whoever it was from, it made the young man very, very excited.
LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA. 1 MAY. 08.30 PST
After an arduous wait of more than a week, the chime of his phone woke Colton with a start. He reached for his phone; his eyes jolting open when he spotted a new message from the mystery number at the top of the screen. He opened it and gave it read.
Congratulations, sexy! You’ve made the cut. Bring that fine ass body and big, fat cock of yours to 1612 Lexington Road, 90068 at 2pm today and we’ll see if you have what it takes to party with us! We’ll see you then. Oh, and you better bring your A-game too. You’re gonna need it!
LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA. 1 MAY. 14.05 PST
Colton’s Ford Fiesta pulled up alongside a host of other similarly priced cars on the leafy and affluent Lexington Road; every one of the modest vehicles in stark contrast to the number of sparkling sports cars lined up in the driveway of house number 1612. He stepped out of the vehicle and crossed the lengthy landscaped driveway, towards the luxury home. He stopped at the front door and rang the bell, stepping back off the front porch. Loud, clunking footsteps approached from within and the door swung open; the gorgeous face of Haillee Steinfeld meeting him in the open doorway.
She looked simply incredible in a short frayed denim skirt; the hem of which barely extended past the peachy, round spheres of her ass, and a thin white vest top; her nipples poking out through the light fabric like they could have sawed through a pane of glass. A strappy set of spindy black stilettos rounded off the sexy ensemble. Her face had been dabbed, powdered, glossed and otherwise adorned with an array of expensive cosmetics, her long, shiny brown locks hanging gracefully about her shoulder blades.
“Hi, I’m…” Colton began, extending a hand in Hailee’s direction as she regarded him from the open portal.
“...late,” Hailee finished. “Not a good start, dude. This way.”
She turned on her high heels, ignoring his hand completely as she led him through the hallway and into the lounge. Nine men were lined up in the spacious living room; standing straight and staring forward like a well drilled military unit. Four were white, three black and two Latino. They were all incredibly good looking and exceptionally muscular; the plush lounge a vast ocean of carefully styled hair, piercing eyes and sculpted jawlines. Not to mention bulging biceps, chiseled pecs and cobblestone abs. They wore nothing but tight pairs of boxer briefs of varying shade; their crotches sagging with the weight of the oversized dongs tucked away inside.
“You’re on the end,” she said to Colton, pointing at the far side of the line.
Colton nodded and got in position; the young man adopting the same nightclub doorman’s pose as the others.
“Right, boys,” Hailee began, the gorgeous singer strolling up and down the row of studs like a drill sergeant in ‘Nam, “you all know why you’re here, don’t you? Over the past two weeks, Selena and I have received literally millions of applications from studs like yourselves, all hoping to attend our good friend Taylor’s giant birthday bash this summer. You guys have been chosen as some of the burliest, best looking and biggest,” she stroked a man’s cock through the fabric of his undies, “of these hopeful young hunks.
“BUT,” she added, raising a finger like a sexy school teacher, “don’t go thinking that you’re anything special. Like I said, you’re some of the hottest and most hung of the hopeful applicants. I’ve had two groups just like you guys lined up in here already today, and there’ll be two more once you’ve gone. Think of this as the screening process. The first round. Only two of you will advance to the next stage so you best bring your best moves.
“I think I’ll start with you,” said Hailee, stopping at the first man in the line, at the opposite end to Colton.
She squatted before him and whipped down his boxers, the young man looking somewhat sheepish as his cock shot out from his waistband.
“What the hell is this?!” Hailee exclaimed, taking the dick in her hands. “How the fuck did this pathetic little prick make it into this room?!” She looked up at the handsome stud looming above her. “How long is this thing? Be honest.”
The man looked down dejectedly at the floor. “Seven inches.”
“Seven?!” Hailee spat. “Well clearly something has gone very wrong here! What’s your name?”
“Jake.”
Hailee fetched her phone from the pocket of her jean shorts. “Alright, let’s see here. Jake...Jake,” she said, a manicured finger scrolling away at the screen. “Ah, here you are.” She pulled up the young man’s information. “Says you’re 11 inches here, Jake. You wouldn’t have given us false information, would you?”
Jake stared at his feet. His silence spoke volumes.
Hailee pulled up one of Jake’s submitted dick pics. “Ah, I see what you’ve done.” She turned her phone to show him. “You cropped out the base of your cock to make it look longer, didn’t you?”
Jake thought about denying it, but the evidence was staring him in the face. The image had indeed been cropped an inch or two above the hilt, the measuring tape beside giving a false reading of 11.5 inches.
“God, that’s the oldest trick in the book!” Hailee exclaimed. “This never would have happened on my watch. You must be one of Selena’s. Well given that you’ve wasted my time, you can kindly go and fuck yourself. ‘Cause you certainly won’t be going near me, Taylor, or anyone else for that matter, with that measly little thing!”
Seven inches, of course, was far from measly and was, in fact, comfortably above average. But Jake’s attempt at a ruse had not gone over well with Hailee and she felt it only right he be made an example of.
“What are you still doing here?! Get that teeny little pecker out of my face, get your shit and get the fuck out of here!”
On the verge of tears, Jake tugged up his pants and gathered his discarded clothing.
Hailee looked along the line. “If anyone else tried to pull the same trick as this little dipshit, now would be a good time to own up.”
The guys remained silent.
“Good. Right, onto the next one.”
Hailee moved onto the next man and tugged down his pants, his long black cock uncoiling and dangling between his thighs like a clock pendulum.
“Now that’s more like it!” said Hailee. She called over to Jake as he hurried out into the hallway. “See that, Jakey? That’s what a real dick looks like. Even soft, it’s still bigger than yours! OK, let’s get this thing hard, shall we?”
Hailee fed the spongy dark head between her lips and wrapped her hands around the soft, though still very thick, shaft. She kept one paw clamped at the base, jerking the remaining span with the other as she sucked at the head. She worked her hand up and down the shaft; the long black penis remaining flaccid in spite of her skilled strokes.
“Hmm,” she said, retrieving the crown from her mouth, “having a little trouble, are we?”
Hailee spat a thick jet of saliva onto his cock and pumped it faster; the dark schlong still not stiffening no matter how hard she stroked. She looked up at him.
“Oh, dear. What’s wrong with you then, honey?”
“I t-think I’m a little nervous,” the black man stammered.
“Nervous, huh? Well if you can’t handle me, how are you going to cope with three, four, even five A-list celebs gathered around your junk?! I’ve seen enough. Get out of here.”
He pulled up his boxers, picked up his clothes and followed Jake to the exit.
“Not bowled over yet, guys,” said Hailee, peering down the line as she moved onto the next guy. “You’re not a time waster too, are you?”
“Oh, no, senorita!” this man said, regarding the actress with a cocky grin, a welcome change from the sheepishness displayed by the previous two.
“Ah, finally, a little confidence. Let’s see if it’s warranted.”
She pulled down his boxers, the young man’s olive-toned cock shooting out as if spring loaded.
“Now we’re talking!” Hailee exclaimed. “How long?”
“10 and a half thick Latin inches, mamacita!” the Hispanic stud proudly proclaimed.
“Ooh! And nice and hard too!”
Hailee wrapped her hands around the shaft, guiding the head between her lips as she started jerking.
“Oh, dios mio!” the man exclaimed, his dick already pulsing in Hailee’s hands as she worked her lips down the shaft.
Oh, Jesus! It’s throbbing already, Haille thought as she sucked down another inch inch. Please don’t tell me…
“Ayyy, chingada madre!!!” he yelled; his dick barely halfway inside Hailee’s maw when it erupted, firing ropes of boiling hot seed straight down her throat.
Hailee chugged as he continued to cum; the gloopy nut pooling in her belly when the spewing finally ceased. She took his dick from her mouth, wiping her lips as she retracted its length.
“What the fuck?! You fucking came already?!”
“I’ve got plenty of reserves, mamacita!”
“I should hope so! If you’re as quick on the draw as that, you’re gonna need all the spunk you can muster! I don’t think you’re right for our parties. Me and my girls love cum, but holy shit, you didn’t even last one minute!” She pointed at the door. “Out you go.”
“But, senorita…”
“Nope. Out.”
She carried on down the line, the Latin hunk pulling up his drawers in dejection and mumbling something in Spanish as he set off in search of his clothes. Haillee knelt before the fourth man and took out his cock.
“Right, let’s see what you’ve got.”
She fed his cock into her mouth and started sucking; dousing the girthy dong in her slobber as she worked her lips right down to the base. In no time at all, she’d made the entire thing disappear; all ten of its thick, veiny inches lodging in her maw as she choked it down to the hilt. She sucked and slurped at his girthy dong like there was no tomorrow; slathering it in her spittle as ity lodged in her drooling mouth. After some time, she came up for air; the lengthy rod dripping with saliva as she prized it from between her lips.
“Hmm, not bad,” she declared. “Still hard and you haven’t cum yet. You’re one up one those last three losers, that’s for sure! Now turn around, big boy.”
Knowing full well what was about to come, the young man remained rooted to the spot.
“Are you deaf?” said Hailee. “I said ‘turn around’. I want to lick your ass.”
She put her hands on his hips and attempted to spin him around herself, but the muscular stud retained his position.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Hailee cussed. “You’re one of those guys who doesn’t like getting rimmed, aren’t you? Well, I hate to break it to you, baby, but Taylor’s got no time for little pussies like you. Out you go.”
The man departed and Hailee moved on. She said nothing to man number 5 and simply swirled her finger in a ‘turn around’ motion. He understood and spun around 180 degrees; assuming the position as he backed up towards her. She pulled down his pants, parted his buttcheeks and, rather unceremoniously, buried her face in his crack. And once she was in there she didn’t pussyfoot around. Oh, no. In fact, the brown-haired beauty was scoffing at his rear like it was her last meal; plunging her tongue right into his rectum and rooting around inside like she was hunting for buried treasure. She reached around and started jerking him off; the young man’s cock already pulsing in her hand before she’d completed one single stroke.
Oh, God! She thought. Not again!
And, just as she’d feared, his dick went off; the chiseled hunk blasting thick spurts of nut straight onto the carpet as he blew his beans.
“Christ almighty!” Hailee exclaimed, as she emerged from his rear. “You came even quicker than that other dude! And all over my carpet as well. My cleaner ain’t gonna like that! If I were you I’d make myself scarce before she comes down and finds it!”
Hailee carried on down the line as the latest defeated party took his leave. She rested her hands on her thighs and looked up at the next man.
“Get that dick out.”
He lowered his boxers to around mid thigh; the chiseled stud pulling out his long black dong like he was unsheathing a cutlass.
“Mmm, nice!” Hailee purred as she inspected his thick rod. “Now fuck my mouth!”
She gaped her lips in wait of his cock.
He looked at her quizzically; the young black man taken aback by the lewd demand. “What you say, girl?”
“You heard. Fuck my pretty face with that fat black cock!”
He stepped forward somewhat tentatively, feeding a mere quarter of his coal-dark length into her mouth. He worked his dick back and forth slowly between her lips, feeding an extra inch inside with each pass until he stopped around midshaft.
“Oh, come on,” said Haillee, retrieving his wang from her mouth. “Is that really the best you can do? Fuck it harder, you little pussy!”
The black man returned his dick to her maw, this time sawing it between her lips with more force and venturing deeper than he had before. But still his facefucking left a lot to be desired; the dark-skinned hunk still only working about eight of his twelve girthy inches into her mouth with each pass. Hailee put her hands on his thighs and pushed him away.
“Uh uh,” she said, shaking her head in disapproval. “Just don’t have it in you, do you? Off you go, sweetie. Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.”
Hailee moved onto the next man.
“You, dick out. Now.”
He whipped off his undies and his dick sprung free.
“Fuck my mouth properly,” Haillee instructed. “Right down to the balls. Gag me on that fucker!”
The man placed two hands at the back of her head and guided his lily white cock into her mouth, plunging it straight down to the base on the first pass. Hailee coughed around the swollen member as it tunelled down her gullet, his balls pressing against her throat as he sunk it to the hilt. Then, he began to thrust back and forth, holding her in place as he worked his girthy pipe between her lips, burying his cock to the root with each motion.
“That’s it!” Hailee exclaimed, once the facefucking finally ceased. “You guys take note,” she said, looking down the line at the remaining studs, “THAT’S how you plow a fucking face! Now, let’s see what you’ve got in those balls.” She reached up and gripped his nuts, gaping her lips in wait of his cum. “Shoot that fucking load!”
He stroked his cock like a man possessed. His hand roamed up and down his spit-slicked wang at an alarming rate of knots; the chiseled hunk roaring like a Bengal tiger as she shot his wad. Though, much to Hailee’s disappointment, his ejaculate fell some way short of the thick, copious blast that his girthy ten inch prong suggested. Instead, the young man shot but a few measly drops of watery, grey, lukewarm splooge; scarcely enough to cover the surface of her tongue. Hailee closed her lips and swallowed, the diluted spunk barely bothering her taste buds as she gulped it down.
“Was that it?! Jesus, dude! I thought I told you to abstain! Have you been jerking this big, fat cock of yours or did you stick it in some slut before you came ‘round?”
“Both,” he admitted, hanging his head in shame.
“I thought it tasted a little funny! A high sex drive is very important, but we need these balls to be bulging with gooey, hot cum.” She squeezed his nuts, so hard that he flinched a little in pain. “If you can’t keep from blowing your load for more than five seconds in the lead up to one of our parties, then I’m afraid you’re no use to us. Get out.”
The rejected stud went the same way as the others as Hailee carried on down the line. She squatted before the next man- a handsome young stud of Hispanic origin; the actress-singer cooing like a ringdove as he tugged down his boxers and whipped out his wang. Hailee was on it like a flash; the randy brunette giving the Latin hunk her full repertoire. She suckled on his big, olive-toned balls, choked down his girthy schlong right to the hilt, turned him around and licked his ass; the young man making it through her stock of tricks unscathed and with his light brown dick stood stiff as a board.
“So far, so good,” said Hailee. “Now let’s see what you’re like at shooting that load.”
The Hispsanic stud stroked his massive cock. The tip winked lewdly, drops of precum dripping out and onto the floor below as he aimed it at her face. Hailee reached up and squeezed his heavy balls, licking her lips at the promise of the thick load churning away inside. However, when the Latin lothario blew his top, the resulting ejaculate was, once again, far from satisfactory.
Though this time it wasn’t the volume or consistency that incurred Hailee’s wrath, but the young man’s aim. Indeed, his dick had gone off like a rocket, juiced up with enough off-white juice to propel it to the moon and back. The problem was the fiery ejaculate had shot from his slit and straight over Hailee’s head; the Latin stud somehow managing to miss the brown-haired beauty with every drop (no easy feet, considering he’d expelled enough fluid to extinguish The Great Fire of London). Instead, his gloopy wad splattered across the floor in a trail that stretched halfway to the hallway door- a path he’d soon be following on his way to the exit.
“Uhh, dude...I think your sights might be off,” Hailee quipped, looking at the stretch of sperm trailing across the living room carpet. “Work on your aim and try again next time.”
Hailee moved onto the last remaining pair; Colton and one other.
“And then there were two. Now, don’t go thinking that you’ve made the next round ‘cause you’re the last two left. If you boys don’t shape up you’ll be headed straight for the door like those other losers. Got that?”
“Yes, Miss Steinfeld,” they replied in unison.
“Good,” she said. She stopped before the first of the two men, a young black guy, and regarded him with disdain. “How the fuck did you make it into this room, with this puny, little body?” she asked, turning her nose up at his jet black frame- a measly 190 lbs of coal-toned muscle. “And this face.” She put a hand to his face- a frankly laughable 8 out of 10 for looks- and gave his cheeks a squeeze. “Ugh!” she exclaimed, sticking out her tongue and screwing up her flawless features in disgust. “I don’t think we need any gargoyles just now, thank you.” She looked down at his crotch. “If you don’t have something special tucked inside those boxers, then either you ripped some pictures off of Google or Selena needs to get her eyes tested.” She squatted at his feet and placed her hands on his hips. “Well, come on then. Whip it out.”
He pulled down his undies in one quick flash, his impossibly thick, ultra long cock leaping out like an uncaged beast. That shut her up, he thought, grinning down at Hailee as she gawked listlessly at his manhood. She couldn’t be sure of its exact length (it was so large, in fact, that the young man didn’t know himself), but whether it was 13 inches, 14, 15 or 20, it was, without a doubt the biggest dong she’d ever seen. It’s girth was thicker than a soda can, its length seeming to extend for as far as the eye could see; the never ending jet black shaft entwined with an obscene amount of veins, some as thick as electrical cables. Balls the size of clementines swung around beneath, so large and full of spunk that they dangled almost to his knees.
Now Hailee was starting to see how he’d gotten his invite. In spite of her disparaging words, the black man’s additional features were more than adequate- well above average, by most people’s estimations. However, with that thing swinging between his thighs, it really wouldn’t have mattered if he’d been a 300lb tub of lard with a face like a British Bulldog. Honestly, she doubted anyone would even notice.
But if the dark-skinned stud thought that having the junk of a Texas longhorn dangling between his legs would buy him a first class ticket to the Bahamas, he was sadly mistaken. He’d have to prove his worth like everybody else. After all, having a giant rod and knowing how to use it were two wildly different things, and Hailee reeled off her list of criteria to ensure that the young black man and, more importantly, his huge dark cock were to make the grade. Frankly, she’d be crestfallen if it didn’t.
1- Could he get it hard? Well, yes. Definitely yes. In fact, the jet black wang was so sturdy she could’ve hung her gym bag from it.
2- Does he remain erect? Yet to be determined, but judging by the level of rigidity his dick was currently occupying, Hailee figured the young black man would need every ounce of blood drained from his person before he lost his virility.
3- Can he hold onto his load? Well, there was only one way to find out!
Hailee gripped the dong around the base, clasping as much of its phenomenal girth as the span of her hand would allow. She stuck out her tongue and lapped at the tip, making light work of the puddle of precum pooling within. She parted her lips and fed the head inside; the popstar having to gape her plump pillows as wide they would go to accommodate his girth. But once it was inside, she didn’t look back. Indeed, the brown-haired beauty was bobbing and dipping at his groin like a woman possessed; choking down inch after inch of his colossal black meat and bathing it in spittle as she went.
Hailee began to fear the worst when she heard the black man start to coo and groan above her, his giant slab of coal-dark meat pulsing and throbbing against her tongue. But he held strong, and no matter how much of his lengthy span she fed into her mouth, how greedily she slurped at his wang, how much saliva she slathered across his shaft; the dark-skinned stud kept his gooey wad churning away within the confines of his balls.
“Hmm, not bad,” said Hailee, as she retrieved his dick from her maw, her pouty lips peaking mere inches from the base. “Half of those losers would’ve gone off already, by now. And the other half would still be limp as a wet leaf. Stay there.” She moved onto Colton. “Right, what have you got for me, huh?”
Hailee pulled down his undies and his dick shot out. Colton had never once felt self-conscious about the size of his manhood, but compared to the guy next to him, it looked like he had half a 2B pencil sprouting from his groin. And the look of indifference Hailee gave him upon sight of his wang didn’t exactly give his ego the inflation it required. He knew full well that if he was at anything less than the very top of his game, the brown-haired actress would be showing him the door. So, without word one from his A-list counterpart, Colton gripped the back of her head and buried his cock between her lips.
“MMPF!” Hailee yelped around his girthy wang as he stuffed her pretty face.
Her eyes bulged as he sunk his dick straight down to the balls right off the bat, and only grew wider as he started to buck his hips, guiding his rod back and forth ferociously in her drooling maw. Soon, he was hammering away at her oral entrance with little restraint, plunging his dong repeatedly to the hilt and seeming to do so with increased speed and greater fervour each time.
His swollen head soared past her tonsils and into her esophagus, his big, heavy balls slapping against her throat as he gagged her on his pole. Finally, and with Hailee producing all manner of heaving and spluttering noises around his veiny shaft, Colton retracted; thick ropes of spittle raining from his wang as he prized it from her maw.
“Wow!” said Hailee, gasping for breath as she recovered from her throatfucking. “You came to play, hu...HMMPPFFF!!!” she squealed once more, the actress barely able to finish her sentence before Colton spun around and pulled her into his ass crack.
And once she was in there, Colton showed no mercy. He gripped a pawful of Hailee’s shiny chestnut hair; holding the popstar in his crevice with such force that all the files in all the land couldn’t have aided her escape. Then, he proceeded to grind his ass against her face, doing so at such a speed and with such ferocity that he’d have been using her tongue as toilet paper, had he not given his rear a thorough cleanse beforehand, as per her request.
Colton held her between his ass cheeks for some time, the actress gasping desperately for air once more when he finally released her. But he wasn’t done yet, and as Hailee drew in lungfuls of much needed oxygen, Colton span back around, gripping his cock around mid-shaft and dipping his heavy, spunk-filled balls straight into her mouth. Hailee yelped once more, her voice muffled by the large set of churning gonads stuffed between her lips, her cheeks bulging like a squirrel with a nut, as she held them in her mouth. Colton rested his cock against her face; the dripping wet schlong pulsing against her delicate features as she sucked on his balls, bathing each of the weighty orbs in volumes of spittle.
By the time he retrieved them, Colton’s balls were just as drenched as his cock; long trails of saliva trickling from every inch of his junk. A wily grin stretched across his face. He’d put in quite a showing and was immensely proud of his performance. Now all he had to do was give the brunette songstress a faceful of nut and a place in the second round beckoned. Or so he thought.
“Come here,” said Hailee, still gasping for breath as she gripped both cocks and pulled them in close. “You boys want those spots in the next round, you’re gonna have to earn ‘em.”
By now, Colton and his dark-skinned counterpart so close together their dicks were practically touching. They knew full well what was coming next. They looked at one another, not so much out of apprehension, but more shock and a little concern. How on Earth was this girl gonna fit both their cocks in her mouth at the same time?! It would take far greater minds than theirs to fathom how such a feat would even be possible, but they were both kind of excited to see if she could achieve it.
Hailee gaped her mouth as wide as it would go, steering both of the girthy waps between her stretched lips until she had two swollen cockheads of wildly differing shade leaking over her tongue. Then, she went for the plunge. She gripped both men at the thigh, using their considerable bulk as leverage as she sunk down on their dongs. Inch after inch of their combined girth disappeared between her lips; the two studs assuming they must have been in the midst of some form of hallucination as they watched the pretty popstar choke down their wangs.
She could only manage about half of their combined length without rupturing the sides of her mouth, but it was still one hell of a feat; the singer’s mouth stuffed to the brim with a foot of change of fat, vein-encrusted meat. Hailee released both cocks, rubbing her face slightly to nurse the pain in her jaw.
“OK, boys, I think you’ve proved your worth. Give me a decent blast with all this thick cum and those spots in the next round are yours,” she said, reaching up and squeezing their big, brewing balls.
Both men pulled at their pricks with flawlessly timed strokes; their dripping tips winking as they pointed them at Hailee’s face.
“Mmm,” Hailee purred, licking her pouty lips in wait of their juicy loads. “Come on, boys. Gimme that cum!”
The two studs beat themselves senseless until their dicks went off. Twin wads of pipping hot ball broth blasted from their tips at equal velocity, splattering across Hailee’s face and giving her a two man bukkake worthy of a group at least five times their number. Hot, gooey issue plastered across her features in long, thin streaks and thick, sticky globs, coating high on every inch of her dome, from scalp to chin. Hailee had long since lost track of her criteria, but it was pretty evident that both men ticked all the required boxes and more to boot; the pair of hunks reducing the A-list singer to a gasping mess of smeared makeup, saliva and semen as she knelt on the floor between them.
“Wow!” said Hailee, one of her eyes sealed shut with cum as she looked up at both men. “I’ve gotta say, you boys were worth the wait! It didn’t take much to beat those other dweebs, but you guys really brought your A-game. We look forward to seeing what you can offer in Round 2. But be prepared. The competition will be a lot stiffer- so to speak- than it was today, so you better come correct. Well done again, boys, and thank you,” she added, scooping a dollop of cum and slipping it between her lips. “We’ll be in touch.”
End of Chapter 14
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Great to see this story back, I suppose Taylor can't do all the work herself! But in all seriousness, I really dug the business-like nature of the audition. Can't wait to see what Selena has in store!
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Chapter 15
Starring: Selena Gomez
LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA. 1 MAY. 16.45 PST
Colton was grinning like a pig in shit by the time he left Hailee Steinfeld’s luxurious Hollywood home. He wasn’t exactly someone who lacked confidence at the worst of times, but his ego had been inflated like a Goodyear blimp by the time he’d returned to his second hand Fiesta. The reasons for the surge in confidence and the spring in his step were manyfold.
1. He’d just been blown by Hailee Steinfeld. That would make even the most gloomy of 80s goths crack a smile.
2. He’d beaten off the competition (not literally- that had been Hailee’s job) and made the next phase. He wasn’t sure what that consisted of exactly, but he knew it involved Selena Gomez. Another reason to be cheerful.
And most importantly;
3. A spot at Taylor Swift’s big summer bash was in his reach.
Colton headed home and awaited word on the next phase. Days came and went without a single peep. Hailee had told him to abstain as he left her home, and that had meant rejecting the advances of some fine-looking women while out with his boys. Though as the days and weeks continued to pass, the need to get his rocks off was reaching intolerable levels. Two weeks after that fateful first phase, Colton quit fighting the urge and gave into his raging libido. Fuck buddies were texted in their dozens and the first to respond was around at his place in the blink of an eye.
The poor girl didn’t know what hit her, as a young man who hadn’t gone more than a day without tapping some ass for the past five years, took out two weeks of sexual frustration on her supple young body in a matter of minutes, practically filling her to the gills when he shot his wad. Colton had termed his sexual encounter a ‘tactical bang’ and had justified it thusly: if he had to fuck Selena Gomez after two weeks, three weeks, a month of staving off sex, he’d be blowing his beans in seconds, kissing his invite to Taylor’s birthday bangfest goodbye. Another week passed and he did it again; citing the same justification as he shot his load over his friend’s mom’s face. Seven days later, another young woman succumbed to his well-rested frame and over-swelling ballsack. Then finally, after five long weeks, the details for the second phase dropped into his inbox.
LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA. 5 JUNE. 10.15 PST
Hope you’ve kept those dicks clean, boys, cos it's time for the next stage! Cum to 1130 Rexford Drive, 90068 at 3pm today, and be prepared to give it your all!
LA traffic being the unpredictable mistress that it is, Colton set off for the given address an hour early, arriving outside the opulent Beverly Hills home with some 30 minutes to spare. He sat and waited patiently in his car until others started to pull up; a host of handsome, well muscled men climbing out and heading for the front door. Colton joined them as they gathered in the entrance.
The greetings and pleasantries were minimal, the assembled studs content with silently sizing up the competition as they awaited admittance. Just as they had at the first phase, the men numbered ten in total; the gathered hunks a mixture of light skin and dark skin, clean shaves and sculpted beards, neatly trimmed afros and carefully waxed partings.
After what felt like an eternity, the door opened and a small, middle aged Hispanic woman greeted them from the open entrance.
“Ola, gentlemen,” she said in a thick Mexican accent. “Well, aren’t you a handsome bunch of hombres? Miss Gomez will be very pleased. There should be ten of you. I better count.” The woman pointed at each of the men in turn as she tallied them in Spanish. “Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco...Yep, ten. OK, come on in.”
She stepped to the side and ushered the men into the hallway.
“I’m Gabriela, Miss Gomez’ housekeeper. She has instructed me to welcome you gentlemen and make sure you’re all supposed to be here.” Gabriela picked up a clipboard with a sheet of paper attached from a nearby cabinet and gave it a scan. “I have the list of names here, and if any of you aren’t on it, I’m afraid I’m going to have to invite you to leave. And it would be in your best interest to do so. Miss Gomez’ security team are waiting just through that door,” she pointed to the far end of the hall, “and they’ll be a lot less than gentle me, I can assure you.”
She looked down at the clipboard.
“OK, there should be a Bryce.”
“Yo,” said a cropped-haired blonde man, raising a muscled arm.
Gabriela looked at his picture on the sheet of paper then observed him closely.
“OK, wait there, Bryce,” she instructed, pointing at the foot of a long, winding stairwell.
Gabriela called out the nine remaining names in turn and, once she was happy that each man was indeed who he had claimed to be, she allowed him to join the others at the bottom of the staircase.
“Julio.”
“Treveon.”
“Wyatt.”
“D’Angelo.”
Colton immediately recognised D’Angelo from the first phase, the black man’s giant cock looking as humongous as ever as it bulged in his baggy jeans.
“Enrique.”
“Cory.”
“Ernesto.”
“Wendell.”
“And Colton.”
Gabriela gave Colton the same close inspection she’d given everyone else, then turned and began up the stairwell.
“Come with me.”
The guys followed her up the stairs and across the long hallway, the housekeeper stopping outside a door at the far end. The man gathered behind her as she gave it a knock.
“Yes?” came a voice from within.
“Your callers have arrived, Miss Gomez.”
“Thank you, Gabriela. Have them undress and send them in, would you, please.”
“OK, gentlemen, you heard the lady. Down to your drawers, please.”
As the guys undressed, Gabriela fetched a laundry basket from one of the spare rooms and filled it with their discarded clothing.
“Don’t worry, you’ll get it all back.”
Once the men were stripped down to their undies, Gabriela opened the door and ushered them inside.
“Good luck, gentlemen.”
The guys filed into the room, eyes bulging across the board as they caught sight of the wondrous vision laid out before them. Selena Gomez was sprawled out across the plush silken sheets on her obscenely comfortable-looking king size bed. She was wearing a loose-fitting and incredibly short shiny satin robe; the generous helping of cleavage and just the very slightest hint of groin on display indicating that she clearly had nothing on underneath.
Her hair had been styled meticulously; the glossy dark locks spilling over her shoulders and across her silken pillow. Her makeup was nothing short of flawless. Dark mascara and smoky eyeshadow brought out the deep nut browns of her eyes. Thin layers of foundation and blusher perfectly complimented her rich olive complexion, while a dark red lipstick made her suckers pop even more than their natural plump and pout already did. Selena fixed the band of studs with the very sultriest of stares as they entered the room.
“Hey, boys,” she cooed, every last syllable sultrier than the one before. “Thank you for coming. Line up for me, would you.”
The guys got in line and Selena inspected them from her bed; every piercing set of eyes, every chiseled jawline, every sculpted set of abs, every rippling pair of biceps and, of course, every swelling crotchal bulge making her nipples tingle and her pussy purr under the fabric of her robe.
“Mmm, very nice,” she purred. “So, boys, I’d like to start by congratulating you all for getting this far. Every one of you made it through the first round with flying colours, or so I’ve been told, so well done. But, let me tell you, guys, this is where the real challenge begins. After all, you guys are the cream of the crop; the top ten studs of all the millions that applied. I’d love for you all to be winners and, don’t get me wrong, the doors will certainly remain open to you if you impress me. I’m always on the lookout for new studs. BUT, as you are already well aware, there are only spots for two of you at Taylor’s birthday party, so...amaze me. Prove to me that you have what it takes. Now, whip out those cocks.”
Boxers were dropped across the board, no fewer than ten very large, very hard pricks springing out in unison like a professional stripping troop. Selena licked her lips as a smorgasbord of varyingly toned dongs flopped up and down before her very eyes. Veins throbbed, precum pooled, crowd swelled and balls bulged. The singer untied the clasp on her robe and sat up on her bed. She removed it and dropped it to the floor, grinning as the guys’ dicks spasmed further at the sight of her naked body.
“I’ll start with you,” she said, pointing at Wyatt as her head nestled back onto her soft pillow. “Come here and eat this pussy!”
“Yes, ma’am,” Wyatt replied, practically leaping onto the bed and diving head first between her splayed thighs.
“Oh my God!” she gasped, eyes nearly shooting from their sockets as he wrapped his lips around her glistening cooze, devouring it like it with a ceaseless fervour.
“Jesus, boy! When did you last eat!?” Selena exclaimed, squirming across the mattress as he munched on her drooling box.
She placed a hand at the back of his head; strands of his long, product-rich brown hair flowing from between her fingers. He wrapped his rippling, heavily tattooed arms around her slender thighs, his hands resting on her toned tummy as he went down on her. Some of the men looked at one another a little nervously, every one of them thinking the same thing. Their competition in the first round hadn’t been the stiffest (literally in some cases), but they sure had their work cut out for them now. This guy had only been buried between Selena’s legs for a matter of moments and already he had the popstar thrashing around the bed like she’d been possessed, a steady slew of swears and cusses escaping her pretty mouth as he tongued at her sopping cooch.
Wyatt looked up at the singer from between her spread legs, his sharp brown eyes meeting hers and locking onto them as he scoffed at her pussy. Sweet, warm fluids oozed from her gash and smeared across his face, coating his lips and dripping from his chin. Selena was on cloud nine, shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her system as Wyatt ate her out with well-honed precision; his lips swathing her dripping cooze, his tongue lapping at her clit with short, sharp strokes. He had her on the verge of orgasm within minutes, and as Selena clawed at his flowing brown locks, an intense, writhing climax tore through her system.
“Uhh! FUCK!” she cried, one final gush of girlcum flowing into Wyatt’s mouth as he tongued her to orgasm.
She released Wyatt’s hair and he emerged from between her thighs, sticky juices coating his grinning lips.
“God damn, you eat pussy good, boy!” Selena panted. She sat up and turned around, thrusting out her peached-shaped ass as she knelt on all fours. “Let’s see what you’re like at eating ass!”
Selena turned to face the headboard, ready to coo in delight as Wyatt stuck his tongue right up her sphincter. But no such approach was made. She turned her head, looking back at the long-haired hunk as he gazed in apprehension at her bleached, winking anus.
“Come on,” she said. “I haven’t got all day. It’s clean, don’t worry.”
She placed a hand at the back of his head and attempted to guide him in herself, but it didn’t budge, his strong neck muscles stubbornly repelling her advance.
“Oh, for God’s sake,” she groaned. “Don’t tell me you don’t eat ass.”
Wyatt looked back at her sheepishly, his silence speaking more volumes than the complete works of Shakespeare.
“Well, that’s too bad, ‘cause I know for a fact that Taylor loves getting her ass licked. Especially by me,” she said with a grin. She pointed at the door. “Out you go.”
Wyatt climbed down dejectedly from on top of the bed and trudged towards the exit, looking utterly despondent as he opened the door and passed on through. He hadn’t even got his dick moist yet and already he was heading home. Selena looked back at the remaining studs.
“OK, you.” She pointed at Wendell. “You eat ass, don’t you, honey?”
“Uh huh.”
“Good. Then get over here and show me what you can do.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. Wendell sprung up onto the bed and squatted behind Selena’s kneeling frame. He wrapped his strong arms around the small of her back; the chiseled young black man holding her in place as he burrowed his face in her crack.
“OH!” Selena yelped as his tongue shot out and invaded her puckered rear, the slick red flesh tunneling deep into her rectum right off the bat.
Wendell bobbed his afro-topped head as he immersed himself in her shapely behind, sinking his skilled tongue as far into her anal passage as it could reach.
“Mmm, yeah! That’s it! Get in there good,” Selena cooed, reaching back and clawing at his dark, nappy hair. “Wear that ass like a friggin’ gas mask, baby! Come on!”
She set her head down on her pillow and looked back at the dark-skinned stud, rubbing her aching clit while he tonguefucked her ass. Wendell reached up and gripped her ass cheeks, stretches of firm, light brown flesh spilling through his fingers as he prized them apart, wagging his tongue around in her anal cavity. Selena kneaded her pulsing bud until she came again; her furious strumming and Wendell’s expert analingus quickly igniting a second orgasm that ripped through her body as violently as the first.
“Mmm, shit!” she purred, recovering from her climax as Wendell re-emerged from between her ass cheeks. “You guys really are the pick of the litter, aren’t you? Now get that dick in my pussy!”
Wendell gripped his dark rod at the base, rubbing his twitching head against her slick, light brown lips, before guiding it inside.
“UHH!!!” Selena groaned, his phenomenal girth stretching out her snatch as he entered her. “Fuck, that’s a FAT COCK!”
It really was, and Wendell sure knew how to use it; the young black man already working his thick dong steadily back and forth inside her cooze, his swollen crown venturing deeper into her velvety pink innards with each pass. Before long, he was driving it to the hilt; his bulging black head hitting Selena’s g-spot and making her cry out in ecstasy with each thrust.
“FUCK! YES! Fuck me!” she screamed, still strumming her clit as his coal-dark wang tunnelled into her depths. “Pound my tight fucking pussy with that big black cock!”
Wendell reached down and gripped her ass cheeks; moulding the olive-toned orbs with his strong dark hands as he plowed her ever harder. His throbbing dickhead bore in deep, her snug little snatch sheathing his shaft like a gilded scabbard as he drove it into her darkest parts. But soon, the ultra-tight grasp of her slick, burning twat was proving too much for the tall black hunk, and his dick was pulsing and spasming more violently with each pass he took. Selena, sensing the stur in his genitals, looked back at him, her piercing brown eyes staring a hole through his chiseled dark form as he drilled her from behind.
“Don’t cum yet,” she said with fierce, unwavering eye contact. “I mean it, if you cum before me, you’re out the door.”
There wasn’t a doubt in Wendell’s mind that the Latin songstress meant every word she said, and to make matters worse, Selena stopped thrumming her clit, meaning that he’d have to hold out for even longer to match her orgasm. He resisted for as long as possible; the black man staring at the wall ahead and imagining that his dick was ballsdeep in a host of different people, from his friends’ grandmothers to his very own sister, in an effort to delay his climax. But as he drilled his jet-black pole deep into her piping hot snatch, he soon accepted that resistance was futile. Trembling violently from head to foot, Wendell let loose, firing a thick wad of burning baby batter deep into her unguarded cooze; his long black hose practically filling her to the brim as it sprayed copiously into her depths.
“Oh! JESUS!” Selena cried, cumming once more as the thick spunky deposit spurted into her womb. “What did I say?! I gotta admit, that dick of yours erupted like Mount Vesuvius but, dude, a little self-control would’ve been nice. Tell you what, since I’m feeling ultra generous and that was one heck of a load you just gave me, I’m gonna give you a reprieve. You can have another crack. Provided, of course, that your dick’s still nice and ha...oh dear.”
She looked back at Wendell as he retracted, his lengthy black penis hanging limply in his hands, the lost few globs of seed dripping down onto the bedspread.
“I don’t think that thing’s gonna be ready again for a while, is it? Going off early isn’t something we encourage, but you may still be of use to us if you can keep it hard. What we don’t need is someone who's gotta take a break for 30 minutes every time he dumps his load. Which, I’m afraid, puts you shit outta luck. There’s the door, buddy.”
Wendell gathered his boxers and trudged dejectedly towards the exit, his long flaccid cock swinging between his thighs as he went.
“Right, you,” said Selena, looking back at the shrinking line of studs and pointing at Julio. “Come clean me up.”
Julio gazed down at the thick mess of spunk slopping from her pussy, then back up at Selena’s face; a slight, telltale smirk tickling her otherwise deadpan features, before she burst into a fit of laughter.
“Jesus, I’m kidding!” she said through bouts of wicked cackling. “Man, you should’ve seen your face! Don’t worry, you won’t have to lick the cum out of my pussy. I’ve got plenty of girlfriends who’ll be more than happy to do that. Hope you don’t mind sticking your dick in there though.”
Julio looked down, still a little apprehensive as another man’s cum dripped from her sticky cooch. But, he reasoned, sticking his dick in there was a lot better than his tongue. Besides, the amount of times he’d blow his load in an A-list vagina at Taylor Swift’s birthday party would more than make up for it. A little tentatively, he steered inside, flinching slightly as the remnants of Wendell’s nut squished against his light brown shaft. Sensing his reluctance, Selena looked back at him, the Hispanic beauty now visibly annoyed by the young man’s restraint.
“Oh, come on, dude! It’s just a bit of cum! It’s not gonna hurt you. If you don’t wanna fuck my pussy, kindly fuck off and let me find someone who does.”
That got him going. In spite of his hesitance, Julio wanted to pound the popstar’s snatch more than anything in the world, and finally, a good two minutes after initial entry, he finally started showing it. He reached down and gripped Selena’s hips, holding her in place as he bucked his muscled frame, driving his cock deep into her spunk-filled cooze, and probing her pleasure points with his crown.
“OK, yeah, that’s it,” Selena purred. “NOW we’re cooking with gas.”
Julio went at Selena with all he had, throwing every ounce of his 220lb frame into every thrust, his meaty things clattering against her ass as he pounded her from behind. Selena was impressed with his pace and rhythm; the hard, brutal force of his fucking, but he’d have to do a lot more than just give her pussy a pounding to book his spot on Taylor’s island. She looked back at the humping Latin stud, eyes aflutter as she prepped him for phase two.
“Roll over, big boy,” she instructed. “I want you on the bottom.”
Placing a hand on Selena’s stomach and gripping one of her thighs, Julio performed a perfectly executed barrel roll; taking the actress with him and keeping his dick buried in her pussy as he turned over onto his back. With Selena now on top, Julio wrapped his hand around her waist, suspending her above his chiseled form as he bucked up into her.
“Uh, fuck yeah!” Selena growled, her voice harsh and raspy as Julio threw his dick up into her cooze. “Damn, this boy can fuck!” she exclaimed, looking forward at the guys lined up before her in an ever shortening row. “But you guys should know that one isn’t enough for me. I need another! You!” She pointed at Cory. “Come fill me up.”
Cory stepped forward and knelt on the edge of the bed, looking at her already occupied snatch with a degree of unease.
“Well? Come on then,” said Selena, staring back at him impatiently. “Get it in there!”
“Err...is he gonna go in your ass?” Cory asked anxiously, the question posed more in hope than expectation.
“Nope. You’re going in there together. Unless you’re too much of a little bitch, that is.”
“Errrr…” Cory murmured, trying to weigh up whether an invite to Taylor’s birthday party would be worth the homoerotic rubbing together of dicks.
“Errrr…” Selena replied, mimicking the young man’s indecisive drone. “Fuck off! I mean it, get the fuck out of here and stop wasting my time.”
Looking disappointed, but also a touch relieved, Cory climbed down off the bed, picked up his discarded undies and headed for the bedroom door. Selena looked back at the remaining men and addressed them angrily.
“Any more of you dipshits too pussy to double stuff my holes? ‘Cause if you are you can get the fuck out now and do us all a favour.” Nobody moved. “No? Good. OK, you,” she went on, pointing at Enrique. “You know what I want.”
Enrique climbed up onto the bed, the Latin stud the final ingredient in a three tier Mexican sandwich as he pushed the tip up against Selena’s already full coochie and guided it inside.
“Uhhh, yeah! That’s what I fucking wanted!” she groaned, her twat stretched lewdly as a second thick Latin schlong was thrust up inside.
Enrique gripped her ankles, holding her legs apart as he and his fellow Latino went to town on her elasticated twat, both men driving their dicks in with little restraint, their twin round cockheads mining into her depths in perfect unison.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Selena growled. “Fuck me, boys! Share that fucking snatch! Drill that pussy with those fat fucking cocks!”
Julio and Enrique were doing just that and more, every joint, perfectly synchronized plunge of their almost matching brown dongs mining deep into Selena’s cooze and hitting her g-spot. Selena reached around and clawed at Enrique’s back, three glistening, olive-toned torsos pressing against one another as the Latin trio fucked furiously on the giant king size bed. The headboard hammered against the wall behind, each smack against the plasterboard accompanied by a high-pitched squeal from between Selena’s lips as two equally large Hispanic cocks bore into her stretched out cunt.
Selena strummed her clit as the two men fucked her; her hand little more than a blur of rich olive skin and colourful nail polish as she frigged her pulsing bud. Her pussy clenched even tighter around the two fat cocks as she thrummed herself, each deep double plunge into the bowels of her twat bring her ever closer to an orgasm that promised to be the most earth-shattering of the evening (so far, anyway). Sensing her climax was close at hand, or perhaps just wanting to retract his wang before Selena’s ultra-tight snatch snapped it off at the base, Enrique pulled out, the actress-singer hosing his rod and muscled torso with a sluice of ladyspray as she squirted all over him.
“Uhhh, FUUUUCK!” she screamed, strumming herself senseless and emitting further blasts of clear, sticky fluids that drenched Enrique further as they jetted from her cunt. “Oh, sweet Jesus! God damn, boys! You sure know how to work those rods. You fellas are really gonna have to bring out the big guns if you’re gonna beat these guys!” she panted, looking out at the lineup of studs.
“I want your cum, boys!” Selena declared, once she herself had finally stopped spewing. She climbed down from atop Julio’s frame and knelt on the mattress. “Do it in my mouth! Come on, guys. Fill me up!”
Julio and Enrique stood either side of her and started jerking; their long Latin cocks pointed at her gaping mouth as they pulled themselves off. Julio went off first, blasting a fiery torrent of creamy, thick jism that shot straight past her open lips and plastered across her cheek. Some of the off-white splooge even missed her face entirely, splattering across the mattress and leaving a murky streak across the once immaculate bedspread. Enrique followed up moments later, but unfortunately for Selena, he had even worse aim than his competitor. His own jet of steaming hot goop soared past her altogether and trailed across her duvet, forcing Julio to dive out of the way, before the wayward seed struck him across the thigh.
“Ermm...what the hell was that!?” Selena asked. “Who taught you boys how to aim? You missed with every freakin’ drop! Me and my girls ain’t got a lot of time for guys that waste good splooge. And as you two just wasted a stomachful, I’m afraid this is where we part ways. Better luck next time. Gabriela!”
The bedroom door opened and Selena’s housekeeper stepped inside, squeezing past Julio and Enrique and their still rock hard cocks as they trudged out into the hall.
“Everything OK, Miss Gomez?” she asked.
“Apart from the fact that I still have five of these losers left to fuck,” Selena replied, pointing at the remaining men, “yes, everything’s fine.”
Gabriela looked at the five still standing studs, their giant multi-coloured cocks jutting from their groins like long steel girders; the elderly Hispanic woman practically drooling at all the thick, searing meat on display. What the first five men had done to incur her employee’s wrath, she didn’t know. But one thing was for sure, if the popstar was tired of fucking this gang of studs, her housekeeper would happily have taken her place.
“Those two dweebs you just saw soaked my sheets with their stupid stray spunk,” Selena declared, gesturing down to the streaks of semen stretching damn near the entire length of her luxury bed. “Be a dear and clean them up for me, would you?”
“Certainly, Miss Gomez.”
“Gracias.”
Selena climbed down from the bed and let the help get to it. She approached the five guys lined up against the wall. She squatted before the first man to her right, Bryce, and gripped his cock firmly at the base.
“Mmm, very nice,” she said, inspecting his long vanilla rod. “You know how to use this thing, boy?”
“Yes, ma’am,” he replied, trying his utmost not to flinch as the Latin starlet squeezed his girthy base.
“I hope so.”
Selena wrapped her lips around his crown and guided them along his shaft, sinking right down to the base on the first pass. She kept his huge white schlong clasped in her hand as she retrieved it from her maw, scooting along to Treveon and gripping his equally large, though distinctly darker pole, in a similar fashion.
“Wow!” she exclaimed, brown eyes popping as she examined his coal-black schlong. “I’ve never seen a dick that black before! Holy shit! You been rubbing this thing with boot polish or what?”
“No, ma’am,” he replied, paying no heed to the singer’s casual racism as she choked his dick down to the balls as well. Frankly, if she kept sucking his dong like that, she could have endorsed slavery and denounced the BLM movement whilst dressed as a minstrel for all he cared.
After using a Walmart shelf’s worth of cleaning products and all the elbow grease her weary, old body could muster, Gabriela had sponged Selena’s bedsheets until they were spick and span once; the two Latin hunks’ badly-aimed cumshots little more than a blotch on the housemaid’s cloth.
“All clean, Miss Gomez,” she announced, gathering her things and heading for the door.
“Thank you, Gabriela,” Selena replied, rising to her feet, her hands still grasped around the two men’s cocks. “Hear that, boys? It’s your time to shine.”
Gabriela closed the door slowly behind her, watching as her A-list employer led the two men across the room by their yin and yang dongs. Selena straddled Treveon’s chiseled black frame, his long dark rod pointed at her asshole as Bryce knelt before her, aiming his swollen pink crown at her slick, shaven pussy. Gabriela puffed her wrinkled, old cheeks as she closed the door.
“Oh, to be young again,” she grinned, heading across the hallway as she continued with her duties.
Back in the room, Treveon’s cock was already submerged in Selena’s asshole; the Latin beauty cumming on the spot as Bryce pressed his round pink head against the opening to her slizz and fed it inside.
“Ohhhh, fuck yeah!” she cooed, eyes a flutter as she was filled to the brim. “Come on. Fuck me, boys! Pound those tight fucking holes!”
And fuck her, they did. Selena was wedged snugly between their shredded light and dark bodies as they drove into her with flawless synchronicity; pink and brown cockheads boring in deep and bothering her pleasure points with each pass.
“Come on, boys. Don’t pussyfoot around!” Selena barked, staring ahead at Bryce as she egged him on. “Fucking give it to me! Fuck me like you mean it!”
The guys held her place as they banged her ever harder. Treveon had a firm grasp on her hips, his strong dark thumbs digging into her muscled ass cheeks as he drilled her backdoor. Meanwhile Bryce had reached forward and gripped a handful of her hair; the Caucasian hunk nearly pulling the shiny black locks out at the roots as he pumped her hot pink pussy.
Bryce’s thick, round helmet tunneled into the deepest reaches of her snatch with every pass, his leaking tip hitting her g-spot repeatedly. Treveon’s girthy black python seemed to slither further into her guts with every motion, his swollen, dark brown head mining deeper into her colon with each new thrust. But it wasn’t enough, and no matter how hard they fucked her and how deep their light and dark dongs bore into her tight twin holes, Selena continued to berate them; the Latin songstress smacking Bryce on his taut steel buns as he urged him to further action.
“Come on, boys! Harder! You want those party invites, don’t you?”
The guys let out equally unintelligible grunts through their clenched, pearly white teeth; the muscled duo unable to utter a lot else as they went at Selena’s body with reckless abandon.
“What was that, boys?” she asked. “I couldn’t quite hear you.”
“YES!!!” they bellowed back in tandem.
“Well, fuck me harder then, you little pussies! You’re gonna have to make me fucking cum like I’ve cum before!”
Bryce and Treveon refused to accept that there was a single being on God’s green earth who could pound the singer harder than they were. But they tried as best they could to bend to her will; the two studs hammering away at her slender frame like their lives depended on it.
“Harder! Harder! HAAARRRDDDEEERRR!!!”
The guys were beginning to wonder if Selena’s appetite could ever be sated. They’d given it to her in both her holes with all they had and more; every move in their extensive sexual arsenals, every inch of their girthy black and white rods, and it still wasn’t enough. The duo had long since given up any hope of booking their spots at the party, but at least they’d get to blow one hell of a load inside Selena Gomez. Not many men could say that, they thought (though as regular viewers of the popstar’s online antics, they should have recognised the inaccuracy of this statement). But then, just as they were preparing for release, Selena pulled the ultimate bitch move, denying both men the mighty, rapturous orgasms that he’d been brewing inside them since minute one.
“We’re done here, boys. You’ve got some nice big cocks, but you ain’t got the first clue how to use them. Out you go.”
“But, I’m gonna…” Bryce protested, his usually breathtakingly handsome features contorted in all manner of unsightly ways as he prepared to blow his beans.
“NO!” Selena barked. “Get that dick out of my pussy right now, bitch! You’ve wasted enough of my time with your pathetic, amateur fucking. You don’t deserve to cum. Out!”
With his head hanging low and his balls bluer than the Logan Sapphire, Bryce retracted; his dick spasming violently as he pulled it from her pussy. Selena climbed down from atop Treveon’s trembling jet-black frame and showed both men the door. And just in case they were looking to enact a little revenge by emptying their ever bulging balls into something valuable in the singer’s hallway, her hulk-like security team were waiting outside the door to escort the defeated studs off the premises.
Selena hopped down from her bed and approached the remaining men; Ernesto, D’Angelo and Colton.
“Looks like we have our final three. One vanilla, one chocolate, one olive.” She stood before Ernesto. “Now, don’t go thinking you’re gonna get any preferential treatment ‘cause we’re both Hispanic. If you think you’re getting a spot on that island ‘cause our grandparents both speak Spanish, you’ve got another thing coming. Frankly, I could give a fuck what skin colour any of you have. You could be purple, blue and green for all I care, as long as you know how to work those cocks. Besides, those other two bozos didn’t exactly make our people proud now, did they?”
She moved onto D’Angelo.
“Damn!” she exclaimed, reaching down to grip his monstrous wang. “I gotta say, dude, you’re gonna have fucked up royally if you don’t make the cut with a dick like that. Honestly, I don’t think the girls would ever speak to me again if I denied them a go on that thing, so I’m counting on you here. OK, you,” she said, moving onto Colton and taking hold of his cock. She reached back to Ernesto and gripped his too. “And you. Come with me.”
She led both men across the room penis first and they slathered their dicks in lube. “Up on the bed,” she said, looking at Ernesto.
He climbed aboard and laid out across the mattress; thick olive schlong standing tall like a flesh skyscraper as he assumed the position. Selena clambered up after him and squatted over his body. Ernesto aimed his large, swollen cockhead at her puckered, winking asshole and guided it inside. Colton completed the trifecta, his dick pointed at her vacant snatch in hope more than expectation.
“Nuh uh,” Selena said, pointing down to her asshole to the surprise of absolutely no-one.
Colton pushed his dickhead up against her sphincter; his oiled up dong rubbing up against his competitor’s as he attempted entry. Even with what appeared to be half a bottle of lube greasing his wang, fitting the head into Selena’s already jam-packed asshole proved to be quite the challenge, and it took a good deal of exertion on his part to squeeze it inside.
“UHHH! FUUUCK!!!” Selena groaned as his head finally gained access, the second large crown stretching her anus to its limits.
Colton began to rock back and forth slowly, his veiny shaft doubling the extreme girth already straining her elastic asshole. Soon, he and Ernesto were guiding their dicks forward and back in flawless unison; their double barrelled dongs venturing deeper into her stretched out rectum with each pass. Selena strummed her clit, her pussy leaking like a faucet as her seemingly limitless form underwent an obscene dual rectal dicking from a pair of oversized cocks. Both men pulled their dicks back so only their heads remained, before plunging back inside, attempting to outdo one another but matching flawlessly as they sunk their dicks deep into her gaping rear.
But Selena wasn’t done yet and as a combined 20 inches of thick, vein-encrusted cock impaled her backdoor, she looked past Colton’s writhing, muscled body and summoned the last man standing. D’Angelo climbed up onto the bed and, not seeing how the singer could possibly accommodate his gargantuan member anywhere else, stood up by the headboard in wait of her drooling mouth.
“Nope,” she said, drawing gulps from all three men as she pointed down to her dripping, hot pink pussy.
“Oh, shit,” D’Angelo murmured nervously, fearing that adding his beast to the equation might actually see the trio hauled up on a manslaughter charge.
“Fuck,” Colton added, echoing the sentiment.
Ernesto pleaded with her in Spanish, an appeal that Colton (who, having bedded a fair few mamacitas in his time, was more than a little familiar with the Latin tongue [in more ways than one]) believed roughly translated to: “Oh God, Miss! Please, no!” But their vigorous objections ultimately fell on deaf ears.
“Too pussy, huh?” Selena asked. “That’s fine. If you don’t want to bang 30 celebs on a luxury Caribbean island, I’ll go and find some guys that do.”
No more needed to be said. As far as motives went, that one was as strong as they came. D’Angelo climbed up onto the bed, squeezing his burly black frame into the mix and steering his cock towards her vacant hole. With a deep grunt, he pushed it in, stuffing her lithe body to maximum capacity.
“Oh my God! FUCK!” Selena gasped, strumming her clit and cumming in no time as yet another cock was packed into her trembling frame.
She had two in her ass and one in her pussy, taking the Latin starlet’s accommodated phalli to a grand total of three (though D’Angelo’s midnight colour monster was so impossibly girthy, that it felt like four). And once they were inside, the guys didn’t let up. This is what she’d wanted and they were going to give it to her, just as hard as they could. There wasn’t a lot of room to manoeuvre, but the men bucked into Selena’s plugged up frame with as much rhythm, force and fluidity as the limited space would allow.
“Oh, yes!” she cried “Fuck me! Fuck me! FUUUCCCKKK MMMEEE!!!”
Colton and Ernesto’s meaty twin prongs probed into the depths of her colon with perfectly matched strokes, while D’Angelo pounded away at her pussy; his massive crown not so much hitting her g-spot as hammering it like a big black battering ram. For all her assertiveness and self-assurance, Selena was far from sure that she’d be able to handle such obscene penetrations from a trio of giant cocks. She’d taken two in her pussy before and two in her ass, but had yet to tackle the big three. She’d seen Taylor and Miley do it at parties previous and noticed the way her other friends stared in disbelief as the three meaty prongs drove into their A-list bodies. Well, once word got out about this (i.e, when she told everyone), she’d be the talk of the town.
Taking these three humongous rods was far more impressive than anything that had gone before, and as the trio of studs pumped away at her various orifices, Selena’s body was overcome by more jolts, waves and surges of pleasure than she’d ever experienced from penetrations past. Each new threeway thrust seemed to ignite a fresh orgasm from with her slender frame; each climax more rapturous and bone-shaking than the last.
Her legs were shaking, her toes curling. Streams of sticky fluid seeped from her pussy, soaking D’Angelo’s cock. Her eyes bulged, her lips fixed in a constant O of shock and rapturous euphoria as the three massive dongs plowed into her stretched out holes. The only sounds were the smacking together of bodies, the pounding of the headboard against the wall, the squeaking of the mattress, the impassioned screams and animalistic grunts of sex. All four frames shone with sweat. Selena’s once pristine dark locks were plastered across her face and wildly disheveled.
The guys went at her for some time; sinking their trio of oversized cocks deep into her tight twin tunnels and giving the Latin singer more thunderous, teeth-rattling orgasms than her frazzled mind could count. And while they were more than happy to work together to lavish her delectable frame with as much pleasure as they could, the three men hadn’t lost sight of their ultimate goal. Indeed, every one of the endowed, young studs seemed hell bent on withstanding the velvet soft feel and tight, tugging grip of Selena’s holes for longer than his two competitors. Had they been fucking for sport, all three of the hardbodied hunks would have pumped the actress full of semen long ago, but with the stakes as high as they were, the trio pounded away at her tight pink holes with little intent on stopping.
Though after triple-teaming the Hispanic songstress for what felt like an eternity and dishing out more orgasms than a factory full of vibrators, their resistance was starting to wane. D’Angelo was first to surrender. Unsurprising really, considering he had Selena’s sopping wet cooch all to himself, his dick so girthy that the burning snatch clenched his shaft like a soft pink vice.
“Fuck!” he groaned, looking to the heavens as he buried himself in her snatch.
His two rivals knew the quiver in his voice all too well. After all, they’d uttered similar sounds when ballsdeep in a tight, hot twat more times than they cared to mention. And once one man had signalled his intent and the remaining two were quick to follow.
“Gonna…” Colton added.
“...cum!” Ernesto signed off, all three voices gruffer and more rasping than the last.
D’Angelo pulled out, swiftly followed by Colton. Selena climbed down from atop Ernesto’s frame, kneeling at the centre of the bed as she readied herself for the big finale. The guys lined up before her and started jerking; leaking tips winking lewdly as they aimed at her pretty face.
“Well done, boys,” Selena purred, reaching up to fondle two pairs of balls. “All three of you have impressed me greatly, but I’m afraid there’s only room enough for two of you on Taylor’s island. So one of you is gonna have to miss out.” She looked up at D’Angelo. “Obviously you’re already in with a dick like that.” She switched to Colton and Ernesto. “That just leaves you two. I honestly can’t decide between you, so I think we’re gonna have to decide this bout with a good old fashioned spunk off. Whoever cums first, claims the prize. Off you go.”
After holding off with every ounce of their will for the better part of 15 minutes, the three men were suddenly pulling their pricks at lightning quick pace. Colton and Ernesto were stood side by side, beating themselves off with as much force as their muscular arms could generate. Even D’Angelo, whose spot at the party had already been confirmed, was tugging himself senseless, desperate to go off before his two rivals, just in case Selena pulled a u-turn at the last minute and sent him packing.
At almost exactly the same time, their dicks erupted; semen spouting from their wide open slits in such close proximity that it would require an Olympic freeze frame to determine which one had gone off earliest. But not for Selena. Had ejaculation indeed been an Olympic sport (which, if she had her way, it would be), the Latin songstress could have pinpointed down to the nearest nanosecond and with her naked eye alone, which pair of balls had been voided first.
“UHHHHH!!!” the guys bellowed, mere split seconds apart as three copious wads of piping hot splooge blasted from the holes in their dicks, coating Selena’s face, hair and chest in equal measure.
Cum splattered across her features; dripping from her chin, streaking her lips, cheeks and brow and sealing both her eyes. Thick trails of the stuff trickled down her glossy hair, sluices of seed plastering jet black clumps to her nut-streaked face, while more still coated her perky breasts and dripped from her erect nipples.
“Phew! Thanks, boys,” said Selena, wiping the cum from her eyes as she addressed the three men panting and wheezing above her. “And a big well done to you two,” she added, looking up at D’Angelo and Colton. “You’ve made the cut. Those spots on the island are yours.”
“YESSSSSS!!!” the two men screeched in unison. They pulled a high five; their hands slapping together with such force that it almost deafened everyone in the room.
Selena looked across at Ernesto. He looked utterly crestfallen and even the fact that he’d just fucked Selena Gomez in the ass and drenched her face in seed didn’t appear to be offering him even the slightest modicum of comfort.
“Sorry, bud. I guess it wasn’t your day. Tell you what, since you impressed me so much, I’m gonna slot you in as first reserve. That way if anyone pulls out, you can take their place.”
He didn’t hold much hope of that. In fact, he figured the guys on the invite list would have to contract Ebola, SARS and the Spanish flu at the same time before they vacated their spot at the party. He stepped down from the bed, picked up his boxers and headed for the exit, knowing that if he’d busted a nut just a fraction of a second earlier, a first class ticket to heaven on Earth would have been winging its way to his inbox. So near, yet so far.
“Well, guys,” said Selena as Ernesto took his leave, “I believe congratulations are in order. We’ll send you your plane tickets and further instructions in due course. So all that’s left is for me to say well done again, boys. You’ve earned those spots at the party and I can’t wait to see what you two will bring to the table. Now,” she added, reaching up and gripping their still hard cocks, “who feels like celebrating?”
End of Chapter 15