Hollywood Babylon (Taylor Swift, Katy Perry)

[Zev95]

“Hey, hey, hol’ up, hol’ up,” Rihanna announced, calling for the room’s attention with all the authority in her tall, lush frame. Her hands, glistening from her bedazzled fingernails to her diamond rings to the bangles and bracelets on her slender wrists, flapped about like birds taking flight as she marshalled herself against the buzz clearly occupying her limpid eyes. “I know… I know… that there’s an awful lot of cocksuckers in this room!” She swept her gaze over the male half of her cast of characters scrutinously. “But I just wanna say… that I am the best cocksucker heah!”

Gales of laughter swept the room, some at her antics, others at her assertion. Taylor Swift wasn’t laughing. It was bad enough that the room stank of marijuana—she didn’t mind people toking up, she just didn’t like the rich smell—but now the conversation was turning dirty, like it always seemed to do at a party that was supposed to be small and intimate when you were young and hot, and everyone was drunk or stoned. Even her boyfriend Harlan, from the grin on his face, seemed to be enjoying Rihanna’s crudity.

She sipped her gin and tonic, which she would be sticking to for the rest of the evening. And she eyed Harlan. She’d let him enjoy himself some more—but not too much—before bringing him along on her escape from what the party was turning into. Taylor knew he wouldn’t mind too much. They’d fuck at home, which he always enjoyed, and she always enjoyed, and that would be that. No tabloids, no social media, nothing that would end up in a tell-all. That was the best she could hope for in a party that someone had invited both her and Katy Perry too.

Drew—the new up-and-coming action star from Australia, leapt up to his feet as Rihanna sarcastically bowed and saluted to those applauding her ‘achievement.’ “That’s a pretty bold statement, miss. How about you prove it?”

“You’re on, sugar!” Rihanna said after one look at him.

She passed her drink to Katy, who barely kept it from spilling, then strutted over to Drew, knelt at his feet, and yanked down his zipper. Drew winked at the others as she drew out his erection. Taylor covered her eyes, but peeked between her fingers. Then she smiled. It was a smug grin—Drew was well-endowed, but he didn’t have anything on Harlan.

“What you packing here, man?” Rihanna exclaimed. “I only came over for a snack. Now I’m going to have leftovers!”

“Just eat as much as you can,” Drew replied. “Maybe some of the others can have some too.”

He glanced at Katy, who smiled at him. “I think Riri may develop more of an appetite,” she said languidly.

Without any preamble, Rihanna started licking his well-sized cock with her pointed tongue, wiggling the tip around his foreskin, leaving Drew twitching and moaning. Then her purple lipstick opened up and she sucked the whole thing into her mouth, all at once. Drew groaned loudly and rested his hands on her shoulders to keep himself upright.

“Whoo, fuck yeah!” he gasped. “That’s good, that’s real good!”

She was sucking him loudly now, slurping and sucking that made all those watching laugh, usually in an attempt to hide their growing arousal. Taylor was neither aroused nor amused. As the sex act continued—revealed itself to be more and more serious, less and less of a joke—she sat there in paralyzed horror, unable to believe the orgy that this little party had descended into.

God, the debauchery of these people! She had always known people in Hollywood liked to get buzzed and sleep around, but she thought stuff like this was just a myth. But no, she was really watching something personal, something intimate—everyone was watching it—and none of them felt anymore embarrassment than they would in watching a basketball game! She couldn’t believe it!

She started to get up from the love seat she was sharing with her boyfriend, but Harlan caught her wrist with a firmness that told her it was useless to move, he wouldn’t let her go. “Don’t embarrass her and don’t embarrass yourself,” he told her under his breath. “You wanted to come tonight, remember?”

“But, Harlan…” she whispered.

“Shh! You’ll get more of a reputation from chickening out than you will from staying and watching!”

Taylor knew he was right. Though he was young, actually a few years younger than her, Harlan was uncrowned Hollywood royalty, the son of top people at a top talent agency, being groomed to take the reins. He had been born into this kind of environment and he knew which moves would sink Taylor’s career and which would take her to the top. So she decided to sit there quietly for the few minutes it would take for Rihanna to finish this guy off—then they could slip out unnoticed. But she didn’t know if she would be letting Harlan get lucky tonight. He’d sounded much too eager to stay…

She also knew that she didn’t have to keep watching—she could close her eyes or stare at the floor or bury her head in Harlan’s shoulder and zone out, pretending she was at any other long, boring function. Instead, she gawked at the famous Rihanna as she sucked cock like it was her favorite food in the world. The obscene noise of the blowjob went on and on, her wet tongue and ample saliva slurping and swishing all around Drew’s stiff prick. And now Rihanna also squeezed and stroked his balls, making Drew absolutely frenetic.

“Goddamn, this girl is GREAT!” he cried. “Oh, oh, gghhk!” He jerked his hips in time to Rihanna’s sucking, plunging his fully engorged member loudly into Rihanna’s mouth—finally eclipsing the slurping sound of her wet suction.

“Oh, gosh,” Katy chirped, batting her long eyelashes. “I hate to say it, but it’d be dishonest not to let you know I can do better than that. All I need is someone to demonstrate on.” Her sparkling green eyes landed on Harlan and she gave him a look that could start a fire. “How about you, Harlan? You’re a neutral party…”

Taylor grabbed his knee. “N-no…”

Now Katy fixed her with a look. “Come on, Taytay. Share. It’s not like you’re using him tonight, are you?”

And Katy winked at her, driving her point home. As if Taylor would actually fuck her boyfriend in public like these sluts were doing! “I would never!”

“Then it’s settled,” Katy cooed, slipping down from her chair and padding across the rug on all fours, her pink tongue hanging out as if she were a panting dog. “Woof, woof,” she enunciated dryly as she crawled between Harlan’s open legs, up to his bulging crotch, and unzipped his tight jeans.

She drew out his hard cock and Taylor was shocked but not surprised to see how stiff it was. It waved lazily before Katy, like the bitch was showing it off to both herself and Taylor.

“Just remember that good dogs don’t bite,” Harlan laughed.

“I don’t know,” Katy purred. “This is an awful nice-looking cock. I might wanna keep it!” Her little pink tongue came out and curled upward to run over Harlan’s gleaming purple cockhead, lapping up the first helping of precum he served her. “Mmmm—tastes nice too!” she giggled.

Taylor hated her fake-ass, cutesy-poo act, being all innocent when she was really such a whore with her big tits and fat ass and now literal cocksucker lips. It was like Katy was a… a porn parody of her. And now Katy was blowing her boyfriend right in front of her!

Harlan gasped as the voluptuous brunette suddenly took his cockhead between her lips and quickly sucked all of his length into her mouth, something Taylor had trouble with even this far into their relationship.

“Holy shit!” Harlan cried, Katy sucking him very nosily, very fast. “Yes! Go, baby, go!” He steadied himself with his hands on Katy’s shoulders, then looked in a daze over to a friend of his, who was sitting close by, watching with keenly amused interest. “Fuck, she really knows what she’s doing!”

And I don’t? Taylor thought viciously, crossing her arms over her breasts. Well, of course I don’t. I’m a lady. Katy’s a slut. She probably knows how to suck off a horse.

“So I’ve heard,” Harlan’s friend replied contentedly. He turned his head to Taylor. “How about you? How’d you like to show off your skill? I promise you, I won’t be biased just because I don’t like your music.”

Taylor bit her lip. She didn’t even know his name. But she had to do something to get back at Katy, to show Harlan she wasn’t some boring old nag. She wanted to take him home and fuck his brains out like Katy never could, but that would be rewarding him. This—as insane as it was—would at least serve him right. Even if the guy didn’t like her music.

“I’d love to,” she said. “I think it’s clear to everyone that the more some people show off their bodies, the less they know what to do with it. There’s a reason guys want a lady in the streets and a freak in the sheets.”

The man grinned and went to take his place beside Katy, unzipping his pants and pulling out a long, slender cock that pointed straight at where Taylor was sitting. Taylor leaned forward—literally side-eyeing Katy as she knelt beside the man—and stuck out her red tongue to run it over his cockhead.

Tickling it along his collar. Burrowing it into the flesh of his foreskin. Wiggling and tasting, till the man groaned, his face flushed with arousal. Taylor slanted forward, drawing his erect manhood between her lips with tantalizing slowness, till she felt his balls seething against her chin, at least when they swung far enough with the man’s trembling enjoyment.

“Oh yeah, yeah!” he sung out. “You’ve got it all, baby, all of it! Now suck it, nice and easy… yeah, like that… make love to that cock… ghhh!”

Just make your point and get it over with, Taylor told herself as she pulled her lips up his length until only his knob was in her mouth. She lapped at his glans and tasted precum. It wasn’t as bad as some she had tasted, but it wasn’t Harlan’s either. Katy was tasting that. She probably didn’t even appreciate it. Just more cum to the gallon or so she already had in her tummy.

Taylor’s slow, delicious suckle at the man’s prick contrasted sharply with Rihanna’s voracious mouthing of Drew’s cock and with Katy’s skillfully alternating rhythms, fast then slow, on Harlan’s member. The men groaned, shuddered, jerked their hips to get more of those deliciously velvety mouths on their swollen erection. Soon, none of them could catch their breath enough to exchange comments, and the only sound was the women’s sucking and slurping and gurgling as they unabashedly shared being part of the oral orgy.

With her head moving in quick, measured strokes on her willing victim’s erection, Taylor smoothed her skirt over her thighs, as if trying to hide her pussy from view. It made her think of the car ride over. Old-fashioned, Taylor had let Harlan drive, and at a stoplight, he had reached over to massage her thighs.

He had kept doing it when the light turned green and Taylor couldn’t admonish him to watch the road—his eyes were entirely on the headlights beaming forward, even as his hand unerringly aroused her tender flesh. At the next red light, he had moved his fingers to her pussy, giving Taylor a look in the red glow of the traffic light that turned her on enough to open her legs for him.

She had almost wanted to laugh at how absurd it was—him being in the driver’s seat giving him some kind of power, making her submit to him, making her enjoy it even more than if he were just fingering her. But when the light had turned green, she’d grabbed his wrist and held his hand between her thighs. She might’ve been submissive, but she could get a lot done while submitting. And Harlan had made her come before the cars behind them started honking for them to move.

Katy didn’t get to have that. She didn’t get to be the beneficiary of Taylor’s good taste in men, of her skill at relationships, of her cooking and cleaning and helping Harlan develop from some guy with a big cock into a potential husband, the potential father of her children. Because Taylor was a lady. Katy was just a big set of tits and an average singing voice and a game of striptease with America!

“Fuck, you look like you’re having fun,” Harlan grinned at his red-faced buddy while his girlfriend blew him. “She’s something, isn’t she? And she’s just getting warmed up. Once you start to come, Taylor will swallow it. You’ll slide right down her hot little throat just when you’re feeling it the most. Trust me, you’ll love it!”

Katy, plainly jealous of Harlan’s praise, abruptly swallowed his cock. Harlan groaned and pumped his hips furiously, his muscular stomach battering Katy’s lovely face, his bloated balls slapping her chin. But Taylor could see her grinning around his prick.

“Shit, eat it, babe, eat it!” Harlan cried. “Look at her, Taylor! Look how she eats cock! Can’t believe anyone could have a problem with someone who’s such a great fucking cocksucker!”

Taylor glanced briefly at Katy. Then, just as determined to be the best, she gulped down the fat cock stuffed in her mouth. He groaned, delighted, and pumped his hips harder, faster.

For a moment—feeling someone who wasn’t Harlan shoving himself down her throat—Taylor wondered what she was doing here. Was she really kneeling before a man she didn’t know, sucking his cock, stroking it with her throat? And why was she feeling these strange tingles from between her legs?

She dismissed the feeling, telling herself it was just the lingering aftereffects of Harlan fingering her on the car ride over. She wasn’t really getting hot, getting horny, from blowing a stranger in the middle of a room full of people.

Taylor told herself that desperately.

“Ah, but only one can be the best!” the man panted—the complete stranger whose cock she had in her mouth. “You’re wonderful, Taylor! And here’s your reward! A nice meal of hot cum! I hope you like it, because you won’t be tasting anything else for a long—hnnng—long time! HH!”

Just to prove Harlan wrong, to go the extra mile for a man who wasn’t him—because he was getting to fuck Katy’s little whore mouth—Taylor pulled herself off of the stranger’s prick. When he came, his first spurt flying from his cock, her face was right in front of it. The ejaculation splashed against her forehead. The next spurt his her cheeks. She opened her mouth and took the next slimy pumping into her open lips. Her eyes were glazed, focused on the man’s cum, on his open glans-hole, on the jets of white seed hurling from his spit-shined erection to soak her face and fill her mouth.

“Come for me!” she gasped. “Shoot it all over me! Fuck yes!” Her tongue lolled. She slurped and gulped as he fed more cum into her mouth. Even more of it ran in sticky rivulets down her face. “OHH YESSS!”

Then the man sank his spent, softening prick into her mouth, letting her suck the remaining cum from him as her ardor cooled. Taylor was shocked by how aroused she was—she felt on the verge of climax and she put that into the oral sex, sucking like a hungry calf, her body trembling, mewls of pleasure coming from deep in her throat.

He reached down to her, smearing his semen all over her face. When she sucked too hard and the feeling on his tender cock became painful, he pulled himself out of her mouth and replaced his prick with his cum-soaked fingers. She sucked them greedily.

“I love cum,” she moaned as he ran his fingertips over her face again, gathering up more cum to feed to her red lips. “Mmmmm…”

Taylor rose unsteadily to her feet, hating the slimy feeling that was left in her mouth and coating her face. She still tasted his acrid seed and she promised herself a hard drink as soon as possible.

It wasn’t that she didn’t like it—quite the contrary. She just hated the thought that it wasn’t Harlan’s… that Katy was the one who got to taste his cum. She’d give anything to deny Katy that perfect taste.

Then she turned to look at her boyfriend and realized she should’ve been careful what she wished for.

Katy wasn’t sucking Harlan off anymore. Katy was fucking Harlan’s brains out.

[Slyguy]

I enjoy the competitive aspects of the story here.  Maybe one day these two can learn to get along...

[Zev95]

I think that's a certainty, though Taylor will have to see what's in it for her to accept Katy.

[Zev95]

Taylor had to admit, she couldn’t blame Katy. Most boys were fun, but for her, there was nothing like Harlan. Or his eight inch cock, dripping honey as Katy pumped it up and down with her flying cunt. Taylor’s eyes glittered as she watched. She stared at Katy, incensed, and Katy noticed, returning her gaze with adorable aplomb.

“God, I love fucking! There’s nothing like feeling a nice hard cock in your juicy cunt, is there? And to have a big drink of a man’s warm, creamy cum shooting down your throat… that’s not so bad either!”

Taylor gritted her teeth. Katy was mocking her, teasing her for getting cum smeared on her pretty face while she got to enjoy her boyfriend’s prick.

“We should share him!” Katy exclaimed, all wide-eyed innocence, like she was suggesting an arts and crafts project for a class of kindergarteners. “You know he’d love to get fucked by both of us at once! Especially with these tits I’ve got! You know men love big juicy tits like mine!”

Taylor stood there open-mouthed—insult being added to injury when a drop of cum ran over her upper lip and into her mouth. Fuck it. She had to do something about this and she would not give Katy the satisfaction of being the bad guy, blueballing her boyfriend instead of letting him cum in that slutty Katy Perry cunt.

“Harlan, let her ride your cock. I want to ride your mouth!”

Even through the delirium of plowing Katy—pumping away between her creamy thighs, making all of her voluptuous body jiggle with his thrusts—Harlan heard that. Taylor didn’t think she could pretend it had more to do with her being his girlfriend than with it being two girls at once.

Harlan rolled onto his back, his cock still buried in Katy. He pulled her on top of him. She instantly loved the new position, moaning as she swayed on his lap, directing his shaft against her clit and rolling her ass wildly.

In her knee-high socks, her hound’s-tooth skirt, Taylor marched her miles of legs up over Harlan’s body. She lowered herself down to straddle his face, surrounding it with her supple thighs, then reaching under her skirt to pull her panties out of the way.

Taylor had a very sensitive clit. It was bigger than many’s; just about every boy she had dated had told her so. And it got very stiff when she was turned on. It was what made her come a lot faster, sometimes a lot harder, than most women. Some of her girlfriends took what seemed like hours to come, but sometimes it only took four or five strokes from Harlan to get her off. She didn’t know if that was entirely him or her oversized clit—probably a mix of both—but either way, Taylor was by no means a cold fish.

And Harlan was happy to indulge her; he’d better, after she’d allowed him to cock Katy Perry like he was doing. One big hand laid a smack on Taylor’s firm little ass, jolting her into his face. The next thing she knew, his hot tongue was working into her sex.

She had to admit, Harlan was an expert, his tongue knowing just how to tickle and tease. Taylor moaned as his tongue pushed into her slit, his hand digging into her nicely sized buttocks. But only one. Taylor was used to having all of her creamy ass getting groped while he ate her out. She looked over her shoulder and saw his other hand up on Katy’s chest, fingers squeezing those admittedly wonderful tits.

Then Katy smiled—not her usual, insouciant smirk. This one was looser, drunker, heady with all the pleasure Katy was getting out of the fuck. Taylor turned away from her—looking down into Harlan’s eyes to see them glazed over with the same lust. She could ignore Katy, but she couldn’t ignore the sound of her voice, moaning like a banshee, tuned to the rhythmic rock of the couch under them as it held all their fucking.

Taylor shut her eyes, pretending it was something else—just a porno she and Harlan had turned on to watch before making love—and with that fantasy going, she drank in the sound.

Taylor could tell from the porn star’s cries it was a good, hard fuck, the kind she would only indulge Harlan with once in a while for fear he’d start thinking of her like a (filthy-minded cum dumpster) slattern. As Harlan’s tongue raced in and out of her pussy, Taylor listened to the noises of that—other couple—envying them the crazed wildness of their sex. She loved being eaten out, obviously, but if there was some way she could be sure Harlan would keep thinking of her as his pure, pretty princess and still… still…

He let go of her ass. Taylor didn’t need to look to know both hands were up on Katy’s chest now, fondling those big whore tits of Katy’s. She clasped the back of Harlan’s neck tightly and pulled his face tight against her sex. His lips devoured her, tongue lapping at her, making Taylor squeal almost too hard to mind that Katy was enjoying herself just as much—maybe even more…

“Eat it! Eat it!” she rasped, and Harlan let out a passion-charged groan with his tongue soaking in her juices. “Eat it!” Taylor cried one last time, letting go of him so he could bob his head as he licked her. There was no place for her hands to go now, so she ran them through her long flaxen hair, pressing her own soft curls to her sweaty face. “Eat me like you love me!” she panted between piercing mewls as Harlan licked and sucked at her pussy.

The porn star sounded like she was getting the fuck of a lifetime, judging by how she was moaning and keening. Sometimes her voice drifted higher, becoming a softly sensuous wail. It made Taylor’s clit shudder and she was sure it was making Harlan hot as well. Taylor threw her head back, shaking her hair from her eyes. The room seemed to whirl around her. She felt savage. As much of a bitch as Katy was, competing with her for Harlan had aroused a barbaric level of intensity in Taylor.

She reached down, clawing at the flesh of Harlan’s back, hissing through gritted teeth. “Make me come! Make me come!” His groans were supercharged and, gratifyingly, his big strong hands went back to her ass, squeezing and fondling as he held her delicious pussy to his greedy mouth. “Yes! Don’t you just love my cunt? Isn’t it the best thing you’ve ever tasted!?”

As good as it felt, though, Katy sounded like she was on fire. Everyone in the room, everyone in the whole mansion, had to hear her gasping and moaning and sighing. Hell, Taylor could hear the wet smack of the prick fucking her slutty hole and bringing her to ecstasy. She sounded like a bitch in heat and Taylor felt the same way—determined to get every bit as much pleasure out of her man as that big-titted whore got to enjoy.

“Harlan! Oh Jesus! You fuck like a god!” Katy squealed, like a sample in the song the couch made as it groaned with their fucking.

Taylor’s head jerked around. Using Harlan’s name that way—saying it with such passion—seemed way too intimate, seemed like it was hers. “Don’t say his name, whore!” Taylor snapped.

As Katy bounced up and down on Taylor’s boyfriend’s cock, her abundant bosom jumped and jiggled, sloshing up and down on her chest, so fucking real and so fucking big that Taylor just couldn’t stand it. Her own tits were sizable, but they seemed like nothing next to those plump, milky teats. “Yes!” Katy gasped. “I’m a dirty, dirty whore! I love being your boyfriend’s slut! I don’t deserve to have his tongue in my pussy like you do! I’m just his fucking cum dumpster!”

“You’re not his cum dumpster!” Taylor screamed. With one hand, she grabbed Harlan’s hair and pulled him tight against her cunt. With the other hand she scratched deep and hard over his chest. She came again, but this time it was for sport, she was coming harder than Katy, and she had never felt more strong than in that brief, yet ever-lasting climax. “I am!” she sighed heavily.

The porn star was coming too, roaring like she was trying to hit a high note in the rush of her orgasm, the sound penetrating into Taylor’s soul, her own delirious climax. It excited her as much as her own fucking, intensifying her rapture as it raced through her ripe body. It’s like we’re both having the same orgasm—coming together—fucking each other, Taylor thought madly, collapsing atop Harlan’s handsome face.

Then she felt a fleshy smack against her bare ass, but it wasn’t Harlan’s hand or even Katy spanking her. The porn star had felt faint, pitched forward as if in a drunken stupor, and now her face lay against Taylor’s ass, eyes rolled back in her skull, tongue lolled out of her mouth, drooling on Taylor’s pert buttocks.

“Call me…” she slurred, and Taylor didn’t know if she was talking to her or Harlan.

[Cadeauxxx]

Thank you for posting some more stories on here. Truly appreciate it and hope you are doing well. It's great to see you still writing in 2021

[Zev95]

Thanks, I'll try to remember to keep this updated regularly.

[Zev95]

Taylor expected to have all eyes on her that night. She put on a Dolchi Mucharde minidress, silver sheen and spaghetti-strapped, clinging to her supple body from the tops of her breasts to her inner thighs. It gloved her trim hips and juicy ass, letting her long legs run bare for a swath of toned, delicious thigh, which then became the thigh-high boots she wore—Adriana Tucipse, the same bright silver as the dress, with towering heels worthy of a dominatrix. Her slender, tautly muscled arms were on full display, as was a generous display of her pert cleavage and miles of her long, tawny hair, cascading in loose curls down to her soft shoulders.

It was beyond annoying to find Katy stealing her spotlight. The bitch was showing off everything, and she had a lot to show off. Those ample, pregnant curves—hips swaddled by a pink bandage dress, a Domergom original, which covered her like a fifties pin-up all the way down to her calves, where her strappy heels took over. The dress was sleeved, collared at her neck, but it had a big keyhole showing off her abundant cleavage. Katy was ripe and curvaceous where Taylor was lean and lithe; the pink dress displayed off like a second skin, so tight it practically darted up between her juicy buttocks. And she’d dyed her long, luscious hair a matching shade of bubblegum pink to her dress, further drawing the eye away from Taylor’s natural, elegant simplicity.

Taylor wasn’t lacking in self-confidence—she’d won Grammies, had millions of fans, could be a movie star if she wanted to put in the effort—but it piqued her to pretend like Katy’s novelty act was on her level. There was no comparison. Katy sung about kissing girls. Taylor was an artist.

But she felt like Harlan was inviting comparison. Somehow, he’d taken away from that night at Rihanna’s that she and Katy were friends now, just because they’d had a threesome, so now, him being a booster as always, he was acting like they had an alliance in Game of Thrones. They’d both been invited to the premiere of Drew Keene’s latest movie and they actually lived next door, if that expression could still be considered accurate with the acreage of their estates. So, somehow, he’d set it up so the three of them would share a limo to the premiere. Be green. Spare Katy the embarrassment of going stag; she was showing up with her good friends Taylor and Harlan.

It made Taylor want to puke, not that she needed to to stay so thin. Although she was sure Katy had spread rumors to the contrary. The bitch. Taylor had never repeated those rumors about Katy having a thing for black guys. Good thing too. Katy clearly didn’t, judging by the way she’d come so hard for Harlan. Was that why she’d agree to this? Taylor wanted to support Harlan, make him happy, but Katy—what was she getting out of being a plus-sized Plus One?

All this flew through Taylor’s head in short order as she went with Harlan to the limo where Katy was already waiting. To her mounting frustration, Harlan piled in next to Katy in the backseat, leaving Taylor no choice but to sit on the other side of him and make it clear that he wasn’t here with Katy, he was here with her.

She did wonder a little if she was being too Mean Girl. Maybe if Katy had dressed down some, made it clear she was going as Taylor’s guest, then Taylor could’ve taken her addition in stride. But Katy was up to something, she knew it, even if Harlan was too blind to see.

“I’m so glad you invited me along!” Katy simpered with her fake-ass good cheer. “Taylor, this is so nice of you. And Harlan, I can’t believe you swung this. My publicist, my agent, they thought I was playing second fiddle to Tay, but I was like ‘guys, it’s just a movie premiere, there’s fourteen every week.’ Ya know? All people are going to see is us having a good time.”

“Yeah, getting along,” Harlan agreed. “Killing all this talk of a feud before people really make something out of it. I don’t know what you two even have to feud about anyway. You’re both talented—rich—gorgeous…”

“You think I’m gorgeous?” Katy cooed, batting her eyelashes, pressing herself into Harlan’s side, her big tits against his arm. Taylor saw red.

“Save the false modesty for the paps,” she snapped.

“Yeah,” Harlan said, taking it without the venom Taylor had loaded the words with. He patted Katy’s thigh, returning the feel he was getting of her full chest on his bicep. “You know you’re lovely, Katy. Don’t be coy.”

“Okay, so I do,” Katy purred, nuzzling her face closer to Harlan’s. “I still like hearing it. Especially from you.” She kissed him on the cheek, right next to his lips. “Maybe that’s what we have to fight about. Taylor’s lucky in love. I’m a poor, single girl. No one to play with…”

Taylor crossed her legs, throwing her ankle over onto Harlan’s lap as well, as she scrunched up against the other side of him. He turned to regard her, with her sudden move, and Katy’s lips ended up at his ear. “I’m sure there’s no point in fighting over Harlan,” Taylor said, interlocking her fingers with her boyfriend’s. “His mind’s made up.”

“Yes. He’s decided we have to share.”

Katy braced her feet against the floor and boosted herself up, feeding her breasts into Harlan’s face. Taylor gasped, scandalized, and immediately pulled Harlan away by the hair—kissing him herself, though now Katy threw a leg over his lap, pressing her tits into his head, grabbing hold of Taylor’s hair as she kissed him so that the three of them were sandwiched together: Taylor kissing Harlan, holding his body possessively, while Katy rubbed her breasts against the side of his head and rolled her flesh against his.

“Whoa!” Katy mewled, petting Taylor’s hair, irritating spikes of feeling going with the pleasure of kissing Harlan’s lips. “I guess Taytay wants you to share a lot with her! That’s okay. Go right ahead.” She dropped her lips down to Harlan’s ear, worried the lobe with her teeth, then spoke in a husky voice. “I’ll watch.”

Taylor gritted her teeth as Katy started kissing Harlan’s neck, but she had to ease off to keep kissing his lips. In this game, she had to assert herself as his girlfriend, his real girlfriend, and that meant kissing him on the lips like a lady, not the whorish things Katy was doing, petting his chest and practically humping his legs, the slut, dirty slut that Harlan didn’t even respect, he just fucked, and he just fucked that filthy, slutty bitch like a whore because that was all she was good for, she couldn’t make love like Taylor did with Harlan, she was just a bubblegum cock holster, a dirty filthy cock holster for Harlan to fuck and fuck and fuck.

Taylor was still holding Harlan’s hand, her fingers laced with his, and she got confused, thinking about Katy and fucking and somehow, she reached up her tingling inner thighs, under her short dress, ending up taking Harlan’s fingers to touch her lacy panties while she kissed him, while Katy kissed him, what a slut, kissing him while another woman was kissing him too.

Harlan’s fingers tentatively stroked under her panties, into her pubic thatch. Again and again they brushed against her quivering mons and she shook a little with each touch, shoving her lips against his, her tongue into his sucking mouth.

“Slut!” she gasped, still thinking of Katy as she flexed her thighs around his hand.

“Yes, yes,” Katy purred, pushing Harlan’s wrist deeper between Taylor’s legs, until he found her slit and tickled his fingertip between its lips. “He’ll make you his slut.”

Taylor mewled at the sudden penetration, her juices soaking her panties, Harlan’s finger moving in the wetness, massaging the taut inner flesh. He twisted his body, moved it against her, and she felt, thrillingly, the bulge of his erection through his pants.

Her eyes shot open. “Did I do that to you?”

“Always,” Harlan moaned, kissing her some more as the limo glided through the streets of LA, surrounded by cars and people, unaware that two of the most beautiful women in the celebrity set were inside, being groped and fondled, awash in pleasure.

***

Katy reached down to stroke the bulge in Harlan’s trousers, rubbing the imprint of his cock up and down with her palm. His erection got bigger and harder inside the pants of his tuxedo; with her other hand, Katy reached to her breasts and groped them through her dress. Her nipples swelled and stiffened, pulsing against the material of her gown. Despite the heft of her tits, she didn’t need a bra and didn’t bother to wear one. She knew Taylor wouldn’t have one on, even with the implants she’d clearly gotten…

She glanced at Taylor, making certain the blonde wasn’t watching—lost in Harlan’s kiss and the way Harlan was touching her—and then she started to unzip Harlan’s fly. He’ll make us both his sluts, she told herself, her hand going inside, taking hold of his pulsing, swollen manhood. The feminist in her wasn’t crazy about the idea and the Christian in her wasn’t crazy about the idea, but her cunt was louder than both of those and it loved what Harlan wanted to do to her.

She took his prick out, her trembling fist sliding up and down his length. It hadn’t gotten any smaller since that night she’d gotten a shot at it, sharing it with Taylor. It was still more than she could handle, at least on her own. Taylor must’ve been so grateful not to have to be stretched out by that monster alone.

Katy tightened her fist, thumb playing along the prominent vein that ran along the underside of Harlan’s shaft, and she felt his pulse racing. Her heart was pounding as hard. Everything was hard and big and throbbing.

“Make her come,” Katy whispered in Harlan’s ear, not forgetting about her bestie. She eyed Taylor’s face—it was like the blonde couldn’t hear her, couldn’t see her, eyes closed with the kiss and the passion she felt. As turned on as Katy was by Harlan, she had to admit, Taylor added a lot of spice to the play. It wouldn’t be the same without her. Katy wondered if Taylor was ready for how much she’d like Katy kissing her—touching her—going down on her. “Make that dirty bitch come and I’ll do anything you want.”

***

Harlan’s finger went wild inside of Taylor’s cunt. She kissed him, thrusting her sex against the wiggly, jerky excitement of him masturbating her. And she gasped, whimpering, wishing she could beg for more but not sure how to say it—

“Her clit,” Katy whispered. “Play with her clit… make her come all over your finger… ooohh, it makes you so hard to get her off, doesn’t it, baby?”

Harlan fingered Taylor passionately, stabbing his digit up inside her, then playing with her stiff clit. Taylor writhed, barely keeping her mouth in place for his kisses, and bathing his hand with the heated cream that his caresses produced.

Her thighs flexed and squeezed needfully. She petted her way down Harlan’s stomach, feeling the hardness of his abs through his shirt—reached for his groin and suddenly felt Katy’s hand in her way, ringed fingers around Harlan’s cock.

Taylor’s eyes popped open. She saw the precum foaming from Harlan’s glanshole. Then an orgasm hit her all of a sudden, like the kick of a mule. Taylor had to bite her lip to keep from screaming and alerting the driver through the partition. Her sex convulsed around Harlan’s finger, gushing her delight into the palm of his hand while their kiss finally broke in a mewling exhale of satisfaction.

Harlan held his finger inside her as she came, feeling how her inner folds convulsed around it.

Taylor stayed in the afterglow for long moments, fearing opening her eyes, fearing having to confront what had happened. It felt like she’d had some pleasurable fantasy—something she’d never do in real life—only for that autoerotic daydream to turn around and make itself real, catching her in it like a trap. She didn’t really want to share Harlan with Katy, but she’d done it again. Come, and come hard, while Katy was participating in their lovemaking. The slut. She’d tricked her. And Taylor could still feel her wet panties clinging to her mons and the cleft of her buttocks, so much evidence of her climax that she’d be reminded of it throughout the premiere.

The intercom buzzed on. “We’re five minutes from the red carpet. Hope everyone’s ready for the cameras.”

With a groan, Harlan pushed Katy’s hand away and tucked his rigid erection back inside his pants, zipping it up. Katy fixed her dress. And Taylor blinked a few times, grateful that the interruption had spared her the mortification of acknowledging what had happened, but disappointed… just disappointed.

Moving quickly, she skated her wet panties down her legs and hid them between the seat cushions. Even if she was risking an NC-17 upskirt shot from some unscrupulous photographer, it was better than going over and over this little tryst in her head for the rest of the night. Not that she was convinced she wouldn’t be thinking about it.

The limo smoothly rolled up to the red carpet and Taylor, after taking her turn with the hand sanitizer that Harlan thoughtfully passed around, came out to share the spotlight with Harlan and Katy, cameras going off like a sea of diamonds scattered before them.

Taylor didn’t try to think about how many of them were for Katy or the tiny cult of fangirls Harlan had, apparently just for being her boyfriend and not being hard to look at. At the moment, she was just grateful to be watching a movie. No matter what it was about, it had to be better to dwell on that than to focus on where her love life was spiraling down to.

***

They cleared the cameras and reached the shadow of the theater’s overhang, looming over the entrance. The press’s attention turned to the next limo pulling up; it always shocked Taylor, how quickly she was forgotten once everyone had gotten a few poses out of her.

She hadn’t really been paying attention—too flushed with endorphins from… everything—but she’d walked the red carpet with one of Harlan’s arms around her and the other one around Katy. Now he took his hand off her shoulder.

“Go on ahead, get us seats,” he told her. “I’ll catch up in a minute. I need a word with Katy.”

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Taylor looked at him, her soulful eyes dubious. “What do you need to talk to her about?”

Harlan patted her on the ass, a dismissive little slap. “I’ll tell you in the theater. Go on now. You don’t want to miss the trailers, do you?”

Too out of sorts to deal with this new wrinkle, Taylor dutifully went on ahead into the theater. Harlan, meanwhile, pulled Katy around the side of the building, into an alleyway between the theater and the next building over. They were still in full view of the assembled press corps interviewing and photographing the arriving guests, but no one had their cameras turned that way. Only touches of the flashing lights and snippets, shouts for comments and poses, reached them.

Katy bit her lip, now that Harlan had her ‘alone’. “What do you want to talk to me about, Har-lan?”

“The hard-on you left me with.”

He pushed Katy down onto her knees, then unzipped his fly. The flashing lights from the cameras splashed against his face and vision, but except for the hot knot of his arousal, he felt at ease. He fished his cock from his underwear and it pointed straight at Katy’s face, stiff and swollen.

“Take care of it,” Harlan told her, putting his hands on his hips, his prick quivering out from his groin.

Katy reached out and stroked the underside of his erection. “Do you take that tone with Taylor?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Katy looked up at him. With her hand rocking up and down his length, its tip bobbed in the air, rubbing against her lips. “I wanna find out,” she cooed temptingly.

“Get your mouth around that cock or you’ll find out what it’s like to be skull-fucked.”

Katy grinned at him. “Bad boy.” She really couldn’t wait to see what he and Taylor got up to in private. It had to be good, what a nice girl like Taylor and someone like him did together.

But for now, she opened her mouth and used it to embrace Harlan’s cockhead. With him in her mouth, she stroked his glans with her tongue, making eye contact as she did it, seeing Harlan relish the massage he was getting between her lips. Then she slowly pulled back, slurping her way off of his helmet, until the tip of his cock had emerged from her clinging lips.

“Yummy,” she mewled, smacking her lips, savoring all she had gotten of his hot precum.

Harlan leaned forward, resting his weight on outstretched hands against the wall while Katy bowed to his prick, taking more of it into her mouth now. He felt her tongue running along the underside of his member, his shaft responding, rushing with hot blood, while his balls drew up tight with tension.

Then Katy pulled back again, until his manhood popped out of her plump lips. He felt her saliva dripping from his burning length while she smacked her lips together, this time with a tiny hum of appreciation for the taste he’d anointed her tongue with. She still knelt before him, but a change had come over her. Her body was so ripe that, even still fully dressed, it seemed obscene. Her breasts were swollen, nipples turgid with excitement, and her clenched thighs flexed, stretching her dress’s material over them until it seemed skintight. She looked, as she so often did, like she was posing for a centerfold.

Harlan thrust his hips forward. His cock slapped against her face. She opened her mouth; he quickly pulled back and shoved it into her lips, sliding in until he was at the back of her throat. Katy closed her eyes as she swallowed it. Her jaw was forced open by the girth of his manhood. Her lips circled his shaft, ringing it like a tight collar, while her velvety tongue stroked the sides of his length, drawing precum from the tip of his member.

Harlan’s groin ached with the desire to come, Katy’s mouth was so warm and welcoming. The urge grew even stronger when he imagined stuffing her gullet full of his seed, filling in to the point where she had to walk into the theater with rivers of his steaming cum running down her chin.

Katy slid her hand into his open fly and fondled his balls. Her head pumped back and forth, working his erection in and out of her sucking mouth. Harlan felt his cockhead wedge between the base of her tongue and her soft palate. He groaned, his fingers raking over the exposed brick of the wall he was leaning on, feeling like he’d rip it to pieces if he let out how good this really felt.

Katy blew him slowly and sensually, taking as much of his cock as she could get down her throat without gagging. Her throat gurgled rebelliously as she stuffed herself with him, but she managed to keep suckling at his cock.

Harlan threw his head back, trying to memorize the exquisite feeling of having all of his stiff erection buried in her lips. But then he realized that seeing her lips stuffed with his cock was part of the pleasure of a blowjob—seeing Katy’s cute face occupied with something so whorish.

He looked down at her, watching how her lips stretched around his bulky manhood. Harlan debated grabbing her by the hair and pumping into that gorgeous mouth until he’d used it for all it was worth, but he decided against it. Seeing her practically fuck her own mouth on his erection was too much of a thrill, a testament to how much she desired him. He’d rather see that than her willingness to let herself be used, even if he was curious how much Katy could take, body and soul.

His prostate knotted tightly, feeling like it was swelling with the pleasure he felt. It was like he hadn’t come for a week. His balls must’ve filled with gallons of cum in the limo ride, but instead of getting off, it’d all been saved up for now. He was on a hair-trigger—Katy didn’t need to suck his cock with any skill, but she was doing it, milking him of his cum like a born slut.

She felt Harlan reach his orgasmic threshold and drew back, leaving his manhood throbbing in the air, seething on the brink of ejaculating. Katy smiled up at him, more camera flashes reflecting in her eyes and bouncing off her pearly white teeth. She truly didn’t give a shit whether any of them caught her blowing him.

“Not yet,” she whispered to his prick, nuzzling her ruby-red cheeks against his throbbing shaft. “I love having a big cock in my mouth too much to let you shrink down now.”

If he weren’t so breathless from being brought to the peak of his arousal and then left toing the line, Harlan would’ve been upset. But he knew what Katy was playing at. She wanted his cum, wanted as much of it as she could get, and so she was teasing him to make his final ejaculation as voluptuous as possible.

So Harlan blanked his mind out and let himself drop away from the brink. The only thing worse than a denied orgasm was a weak, piddling one when he could’ve surged into Katy’s mouth like a dam bursting.

He was past that danger now. His cock even softened a little. Then Katy wrapped her lips around his manhood once more and blood rushed back to thunder in his erection once more. It stiffened and swelled until it filled Katy’s mouth, while Harlan’s hips spiked, pinning Katy’s head against the wall.

He groaned as the pleasure, the anticipation of coming, threshed in him once more. Though he hadn’t had Katy before, not really, Harlan knew this kind of delayed gratification added a crazy stimulus to an orgasm, almost a pain, as his cock made up for lost time. It would give Katy so much cum it would be like it was punishing her for the wait.

Katy’s head popped back and forth, back and forth, and Harlan felt himself rising swiftly up to orgasm again, though he fought it, wanting to give Katy time to do all the cocksucking she wanted. He didn’t much care if the flashing cameras caught them either.

But Katy’s fellatio worked him up inexorably to the point of climax, worked him into his cock swelling and his cum surging in his balls, before she drew back, so close to the end that he almost came in her face. She smiled innocently up at him, giving Harlan the impression she wouldn’t mind wearing his seed into the theater.

He reached down and gave her a small, sharp slap, Katy gasping as pain now intruded on her tender, worked up body. She breathed hard as she looked up at him again, her eyes wide with feeling.

“Suck me,” he told her firmly. “Or I’ll rip you out of that dress and fuck you. And believe me, then I’ll finish.”

Katy took an even deeper breath, her tits swelling as much as they could. She seemed on the verge of orgasm herself. “Okay, Harlan. I’ll be a good girl. Just don’t tempt me. You know Taylor would never forgive us if we fucked where she couldn’t watch.” She squeezed his balls gently in assurance, then took his cock into her mouth again.

Harlan just looked at her as she went from willful little rebel to willing cocksucker. He felt hot blood pounding in every inch of his erection. His cockhead stung as she suckled it hard. Her tongue massaged all the stiff flesh she managed to choke down.

She pushed her head forward relentlessly, getting his prick to the back of her throat despite how engorged it had become. Katy gagged on it, but she didn’t let that stop her. Her eyelids seemed to flutter with joy at having to throttle herself to get him off.

Katy pressed her tongue tightly against the underside of his cock and moved her head back and forth. Her hand kneaded his scrotum, the warmth of her grip seeping into his balls, making his cum feel like hot wax ready to flow. Her other hand rubbed at his inner thigh, stroking and caressing the flesh through the leg of his trousers.

Harlan shuddered on the jagged crest of a climax, fought to hold it off for as long as he could. Katy pressed him across the edge by touching one fingernail to the seam behind his balls and drawing along it for a few inches. It was like putting a match to the fuse of a cannon. Harlan’s balls seized and a hot eruption of cum blasted down his shaft, slamming into the back of Katy’s throat so hard it shoved her back against the wall.

A liquid barrage followed. Jolt after jolt of thick jism spurted into Katy’s mouth, overwhelming her gulping throat. His burning cream pooled in her mouth while his cock lurched and flexed, adding to the sea of cum filling Katy’s blown-out cheeks. She swallowed and the feel of his seed seeping down her throat, washing warmly against the sides of Harlan’s cock, triggered a new series of pumping and even more cum.

Finally, Harlan’s body shuddered, pleasurably emptied. His crotch was one delectable ache. He pulled himself free from Katy’s gaping mouth and zipped up his fly. Katy swallowed some more, her pupils dilated, barely conscious from how much air she’d lost trying to gulp down all Harlan had fed her.

Harlan pulled her to the feet, wiping the saliva and cum from her lips with his suit’s pocket square. Katy still looked cum-drunk, her eyes huge, her tongue sometimes absently licking her lips with their conspicuous lack of make-up, but as before, Harlan hardly cared if anyone saw them and came to the right conclusion. He put an arm around Katy to guide her drunkenly alongside him, into the theater.

“Next time I take you anywhere,” he whispered to her, “wear something it’s easier to fuck you in.”

***

The movie they were seeing was Wonder Woman, which was just to Taylor’s liking. Nothing dirty, nothing too adult, just something innocent and moral and feminist. She didn’t even mind, really, Harlan taking Katy aside to—do whatever he had to do with her. To her. Being alone gave Taylor a chance to decompress from the sensuality of the limo ride, relax into the cartoonish world of superheroes fighting for truth, justice, and girlpower.

The dirty secret of Hollywood premieres was that most celebrities either didn’t want to actually sit through them or didn’t have time to, so they slipped out before the movie had even started. And so though the theater was supposedly booked full, Taylor’s row was really deserted.

She, on the other hand, actually wanted to watch the movie. It gave her a buzz to really be supporting women this way. Other ‘celebutantes’ might have their social media team tweet about this movie, but Taylor would truly give her unvarnished thoughts about it—think for herself. And she was sure she’d love it.

At first, she did. There was a nice, innocent scene on Paradise Island with Diana as a child. While she was watching the movie, trying to take in every little detail she could for future reference, Harlan moved into the seat beside her. Katy was with him, reeling blindly until Harlan situated in the seat on the other side of him. When he sat down, Katy rested her head on his shoulder. She seemed exhausted, but Harlan didn’t pay any attention to her. He studied the screen intently, his hands folded in his lap.

Taylor returned her own face to the screen, smiling secretly to herself. Maybe Harlan would learn something from seeing these women, so empowered and capable and supportive of each other. They all got along so well because none of them were whores like Katy. If she were on Themyscira, the place would probably sink within a week.

Then the scene switched to the present day and Taylor gulped. She hadn’t remembered, in the last movie, Wonder Woman’s skirt being quite so short. Gal Gadot was as strikingly lovely as ever, with her black hair styled into gorgeous black ringlets Taylor wished she could have. But it wasn’t her beautiful face or luscious hair that kept getting Taylor’s attention. It was that unbelievably short skirt.

When Diana bent over to pick her lasso up off the ground, her skirt covered only half of her curvy ass. Under it, she wore blue panties that were cut as skimpily as possible, so that Diana was casually displaying her near-naked ass. Even when she stood up, it was on display, her skirt doing little more than preventing from Taylor from getting used to the sight, because every time she moved, it was out of the way, drawing the eye to the naughty taboo of looking at what was underneath.

Taylor had an irresistible urge to reach out to that giant screen and feel her way from Diana’s finely tapered thighs to her well-rounded buttocks. She had to fight with herself that it was just a projection to stop herself from trying, Diana just looked so good with that pert ass on display, every inch of her perfect, bare, booted legs adding to its splendor.

Harlan would have a field day with that ass, Taylor thought to herself, squeezing her thighs together with a rush of pleasure, only to then wonder what the hell she was thinking.

Wonder Woman was a role model—how could she be thinking of her boyfriend fucking the woman’s brains out? What was wrong with her? Why would she want to see such a lovely, powerful human debased and degraded and covered with cum?

Yes, she enjoyed that, but Wonder Woman couldn’t possibly—she wouldn’t—but the more Taylor looked at her, the more she was convinced that either Wonder Woman or Gal Gadot would love to be bent over and fucked right in that naughty little ass. And, secretly, she didn’t think Gal Gadot was a good enough actor to make Wonder Woman such a slut unless she was one herself…