All of the following is complete and total fiction. Not a word of it occurred, nor would it.
All Harlot's Eve 3: Midnight Dreams - Dirty Dreams
Starring Taylor Swift
(MF, Oral, Anal, Cons)
However, a lot of times two people who just have, well, a very active libido and a huge desire to fuck to be perfectly blunt. Sometimes they'll be in the dream mid coitus, not sure how it started but never wanting it to end until they wake up with soggy sheets. Though sometimes, even in those carnal times there is a little...flair added to it all. This is one of those moments.
Today, this final dream we'll be looking into is going to be one of those right to the pint ones, for the most part. The first part of this dream liaison is a gentleman by the name of Steven Holland. He's a bartender at a strip club who tends to have dreams inspired by his job, wet or otherwise. He's also a Taylor Swift megafan.
The other one...is Taylor Swift.
What? You can't be surprised? You think this is the first fan who she's met in dreams? I mean you've already seen that celebs commiserate with normal people in the dreamscape, why would her being a part of this dream be any kind of surprise?
As to what they'll be dreaming of...well...fucking. I mean that's what happens when you falls asleep with a carnal craving, to seek out someone to help you sate it. Now...let's watch the feast.********
Steven was walking down the red velvet hallway. He didn't know where the entrance was. He looked behind him and just saw a red velvet wall. He walked the only direction he could, forward. His shined shoes reflected the light above with every step he made on the red velvet carpet and his eyes looked at the blonde beauty whose portraits hung on the red velvet walls.
Ahead he made out the shape of a red velvet door, white light shining through it, smoke leaking through the crack. Through that he saw a silhouette, a booming, large figure who was dressed in a crushed red velvet suit and a red tie. His face though Steven couldn't quite make out, though somehow he knew the large shape was smiling.
The burly figure opened the door and gestured for Steven to walk through it, which he did. Steven wasn't quite sure why he felt so comfortable doing so, he didn't recognize the place, though he also knew it like the back of his hand.
Once he stepped through the threshold the world seemed to melt into view. It was like a French aristocrats house as done by Andy Warhol. Pop art poshness, gilded furniture with silkscreened upholstery of celebrities and public figures. The were fountains built into the walls with lions and mythical figures like griffins and Pan himself spitting multicolored water into the air and into the fountain, where on rainbow chrome lilypads sat glowing frogs with croaks that sounded like violins.
In the middle of all of this was a stage like something out of a cabaret show, stage lights surrounding the perimeter of it. The stage was shaped like a large half circle, it's size something that almost seemed impossible even within the impossible room. On the stage was a chair. It was luxurious like the rest of the furniture in the room, though without the pop art flair. It was red, burning red and gilded as well.
A spotlight fell on it and Steven approached. As he did he passed a mirror and looked himself over. He wasn't sure why but he felt the need to see what he was wearing. it was almost as if he wasn't quite sure until he confirmed it. He was in a navy blue peacoat and a black turtleneck. The pants were a dark greyish silver and the shoes were still shined and black.
With that brief pause over her climbed the stage and took the seat. The spotlight faded as he did and his attention moved to the center stage. There was a red velvet curtain with golden tassels. In the middle of each piece of the curtain was a number stitched in golden thread; on the left it was the number one and on the right the number three. Obviously when put side by side they made the number thirteen. In front of the curtain was something he couldn't believe he hadn't notice; a giant martini glass, big enough for a person to lay in. Behind it was a crystalline step ladder.
Then the lights went down, though little bit of the neon rainbow could still be seen, a phosphorescent glow around him. But ahead, the only lights Steven could see with the stage lights. The curtains parted and a new light source was revealed. A faded purplish-pink light that flowed out along with a bed of fog, creating a lavender haze that surrounded a feminine silhouette. Though she was mostly concealed in shadow he could see the body suit she wore covered in diamonds and a diamond necklace around her neck and around her shoulders a white faux fur stole. Her legs were covered in stockings with the shoes she wore just as bejeweled as her clothes.
https://64.media.tumblr.com/ca1ecf2d2ea47d01c0f3e6985b989ad5/ec9cbd01a5803be8-6c/s250x400/c95e837082e3c9641997dde8cbfec0889ebb0994.gifvWhen the spotlight reappeared, this time shining on her, the identity of the woman was revealed, though at this point Steven had already determined that it was none of than Taylor swift, shining like a diamond-diamond studded mirrorball. Her blue eyes locked on his and in that moment the music started. It had a steady, jazzy beat for her to step to and she did.
At first Steven thought the bombshell was going to walk immediately to the gigantic glass but she went to him first. With every step she took closer to him Steven felt his heart beat harder and harder until it almost beat out of his chest. When Taylor finally made her way to him, she simply brushed his face with her fingers and giggled before turning back around and walking back towards the glass. The songstress turned to face him, giving her audience of one a wink and she slid off her shoes and then peeled off the stockings one by one.
Taylor then made a show of climbing the crystalline stairs before stepping into the well of the glass. That was when Steven noticed a raised table next to the glass with something that looked like an oversized drink shaker. The smirk returned to Taylor's face when she picked up the bucket, the condensation hitting the light just right to make it sparkle just a bit. She poured the contents all over her, the clear liquid making her skin glisten just as much as her bodysuit.
Steven could feel a stirring in his loins as his dream girl writhed in the pool, massaging the liquid into her skin and laying back in it. Arching her back and moaning at her own touch, especially loud when her eyes caught his.
The music changed and the lights went down. Suddenly it was a seductive electric guitar playing and Taylor was now in front of the glass in a sparkling and short purple sequined dress. She was still soaked from being the olive in a giant martini and was closer than ever.
She began to dance and groove to the music, her hips swaying and her hands running over her body, bunching it up and showing more of her thighs before gravity hid the flesh once more. The straps of her dress fell off, almost revealing her breasts to him before Taylor made an exaggerated look of surprise and stopped it, once more sending him a wink as punctuation to her movements.
As she danced and grooved she moved closer to him and every so often the spotlight following her would shut off and when it came back on the blonde was in a new outfit. From the dress into a glitter black long-sleeved body suit to a hood into a two piece white outfit with thigh high black boots connected to the shorts with garters....
...into a metallic purple romper...
...into the finale outfit when she was inches away from him, a red and black suit with a black top hat with a red band on it. The suit had no pants but very short and very tight shorts and the boots were ankle high. Complete with a cane she looked like a ringmaster for a three ring circus except for the fact that Taylor herself was the show.
She bent over at a 90 degree angle and pressed her ruby red lips to Steven's giving him a soft but powerful kiss. While her tongue didn't enter his mouth, Taylor's tongue did touch his lips just the slightest bit as the kiss broke. Another part of Steven's body she was touching was his crotch, specifically his cock, massaging his bulge through his pants and feeling him grow hard.
His breathing got heavy and all of a sudden his pea coat was getting very hot. The temperature did nothing but raise as Taylor backed away. His pants also got tighter when he saw Taylor begin to pull those tight shorts off, revealing that they were in fact too tight for anything to be underneath but Taylor herself. Steven's cock was fit to tear out of his pants at the sight of her bald pussy. He needed to feel it, taste it, be inside the paradise before him. However, Taylor had other plans.
She went to her knees and began to crawl towards Steven, every inch closed in increasing the tension between them. Soon she was close enough to touch him and did so with her hands on her knees, pressing them apart and then running them up his thighs to his fly. Taylor looked up at him, her sapphire eyes sparkling and red lips smiling as she took out his hard cock. She giggled about when Steven moaned at his touch, eyes squinting as she softly jacked him.
Stroking him was strictly a formality, albeit a fun one. Taylor loved seeing what she had done to him by doing so little. He was raging hard and if she really wanted to she'd have made him pop like a bottle of champagne on the spot. That wasn't what the vixen wanted however. She wanted to see him ache for her. Oh, Steven wanted her for sure, she could see that. But aching for her? That was something different.
Slowly she stroked him, working her wrist and giving and extra bit of torque to it. She stopped at the head for a bit, circle her thumb at the bottle of his crown, making him release a quivering moan from his mouth and a teardrop of precum from his cock. Taylor leaned her head down and licked the tip and swallowed the precious drop of fluid down, licking her lips and moaning at the taste.
Steven could have lost it there, he really could have. However, he kept it together. He had to. He needed to know everything there was about Taylor's body and from the way they things looked at the moment she was eager to teach.
He watched her, still with the hat and top half of her outfit on, as Taylor moved her mouth closer to his cock. However she didn't inhale his meat immediately. Rather she went to the base of his stalk, kissing and licking her way up to the tip and down the other side while her free hand played with his balls. It was a wonderful opening act for what was to come next.
Steven moaned loud, throwing his head back and gripping the arms of the chair tight when he felt her red lips wrap around his cockhead. She sucked softly at first, her tongue playing with this cock hole and swirling around the tip like a Tootsie Pop and she was in desperate need of a sweet tweet. Taylor took her time there, slowly stroking him while she sensually worked his cockhead. She when it felt like his brain was going to break she stopped, but only for a moment. In reality she just wanted to see him squirm again when her hot breath hit the saliva-coated tip, sending a big shiver all through Steven's body.
Her mouth soon returned to his cock, taking more in this time. She slowly dragged her lips up and down his cock, her tongue slithering all over and practically making sweet and sinful love to his rod with her mouth. Once more she knew it wouldn't take much to make him explode in her mouth. That just wasn't what she wanted, not yet at least. What she wanted him was dancing on his tip toes on the edge of a knife.
And Steven could feel that edge. The pea coat was long gone now, thought he didn't know how or where. It didn't matter. All that mattered was the blonde goddess working miracles with her mouth between his legs. His pants were gone too, just as mysteriously as the rest of his clothes, lost in the lavender haze of the light fog that was filling the room. So instead of fabric Taylor's red nails gently dragged against the skin of his thighs as she went mouth free with the blowjob.
Licking, sucking, kissing, it was a wonderful whirlwind that Steven could barely keep himself together. Time had no meaning anymore. Seconds were hours and years were milliseconds. it was all pleasure. The pleasure went to another stratosphere when Taylor took his dick completely into her throat, holding him there for an eternal moment. Steven's eyes became like slot machines, rolling and ready to hit the jackpot. Before that could happen though Taylor pulled off. Drool and spittle leaked from her smeared red lips as she took three deep breaths before rising to her feet.
While Steven recovered from the oral assault Taylor lost the rest of her outfit, now just as nude as Steven save for the hat, which he wanted to thank her endlessly for keeping on.
For Steven time stood still as Taylor moved towards him and then straddled his lap. Once more their gazes locked as she reached down to grab his cock. He remained a rapt audience when she saw her slow drool a trail of spit from her lips that landed perfectly on the tip of his cock. It was one of the most amazing erotic thing he'd ever seen in his life and it was just the tip of the ice berg.
A duet of groans filled the room as Taylor sank down on his cock. And when she sword was sheathed neither wasted time in enjoying each other to the fullest. Taylor began to move her pussy on his cock, grinding and swirling as she pulling his face to her for a kiss. When it broke she moaned, eyes closed as Steven's mouth and hands finally got their chance to play. He sucked and kissed her breasts, losing composure as he dove into her cleavage. Not that Taylor minded one bit. Nor did she mind the firm, rough grip he had on her ass or the several hard spanks he gave her peach.
The power and speed with which Taylor rode her stallion nearly knocked the chair they both found themselves in over. Not that they minded or remotely cared. The sensation was all that mattered. The feeling of flesh on flesh, tongues and hands and the feelings both had radiating through their bodies from Steven's cock being buried deep in Taylor's pussy.
Taylor shrieked with pleasure when Steven gripped hard on her ass, holding her place as he thrusting up, giving her everything he had to Taylors great enjoyment. The blonde beauty wrapped her arms around him and held him close as Steven furiously fucked her. The longer he went though the looser her grip began to get. Soon she hung back, long golden hair nearly touching the floor and tits bouncing to the speed metal rhythm of his thrusts.
Going full throttle though couldn't last forever and he slowed down, doing one last powerful thrust, going all the way in before pulling her back up to kiss him. It was more sensual, this kiss, sweeter, more tender and still hotter than the sun.
Then Taylor surprised him for a second by getting off of him, his cock still slick with her essence. The surprise grew even great when she turned around and shook her ass a little in front of him. Steven couldn't resist the temptation, he leaned forward and kissed her cheeks and then began to lick her ass, making Taylor moan, her bottom lip quivering. It felt wonderful but she had to stop him. After all, the superstar had much bigger plans for her ass than his tongue.
The gorgeous blonde moved backward and when began to move back down on his cock. Steven's eyes looked up to Taylor, who looked at him over her shoulder and simply nodded, biting her lower lip. She reached down, grabbing his cock and took a deep breath as she pressed it against her tight back door.
They both let out a growl of release as his cock entered Taylor's backside. Slowly but surely she sank down on her lover's cock until he was completely covered. He brushed her hair away, kissing her neck as she began to rise and push herself back down on his cock.
The other lights in the room began to come alive as if reflected by a mirrorball. Pulsing greens and reds and yellows shoe on their nude bodies while Steven fucked Taylor's ass. Reflections of frozen moments of passion filled the room, moans echoing around them that only got higher when Steven reached around to play with Taylor's clit, which in turn made her tighten her ass around his cock. It was perpetual passion and neither could get enough.
Steven wrapped his free arm around her waist, holding tight while Taylor bounced and bucked like a mad woman. Her wet and matted golden locks shook left and right and all around. The only time she slowed it down was to teasingly torture Steven further, her tight hole getting even tighter when she twerked on him. Steven shivered and shook, it was almost over...but not just for him.
Taylor moaned out, a wordless cry of passion as her orgasm sneak attacked her. Her stomach rose and fell, an earthquake within that destroyed her foundations and only got stronger while Steven continued to thrust into her now vice-tight asshole. Of course, every stroke he made was like a flick of a lighter, sure to ignite his own fire.
As his thrusts became more chaotic his moans and groans became more desperate. he buried himself in Taylor's neck, grunting and growling and the tone was just right, Taylor knew what was coming and she knew how she wanted it to happen.
For the last time that night she removed herself from his cock and got to her knees. Seeing the sight Steven knew exactly what to do. He stood up from the chair, stroking his cock in front of Taylor's face, eternally glad that somehow the top hat had stayed on. As he pumped she rubbed and teased his balls with her fingers. Her eyes sparkled, her mouth opened and her tongue came out to make the perfect target.
With a roar that would frighten the big cats that the statues in the room were based on Steven erupted, thing ropey strings of jizz criss-crossed her face. One sealed her left eye shut while another hung off the tip of her nose. A great deal hit the pretty pink target of her tongue and some even went straight down her gullet, forcing her to swallow and get a few streams on her smeared ruby red lips.
When the tap was dry she gave him one last loving and lustful suck before Steven fell back in the chair. His head rested on the back of the chair as he breathed deep. His eyes went heavy and lavender haze overtook him and Taylor...
******
Nice, huh? I know what you're thinking; kind of weird for a songwriter like Taylor Swift to not say a world, right?
Well, just goes to show, sometimes you don't need words, you just need the feeling...and what a feeling those two shared.
And that ab out wraps it up. See you in your dreams!
Well, not really. If you notice me when I'm working on one of your dreams that means I've messed up. Just a nice sentiment. So...um...bye!
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