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Invite Only (Taylor Swift & Various Others)
« on: August 12, 2022, 11:01:11 AM »
Disclaimer: Nothing here is based on reality and none of the persons portrayed bear any resemblance with their real-world counterparts. This is only a cheap fantasy and does not claim to be more than that.


In my head this made for one story, but as I set it up it grew in scope a little bit. I figured I'd post the progress so far and feel that there's a bit of meat to it already that should make for juicy reading. It also kicks my ass a bit and urges me to finish up the story, which should happen in the following days. It's not really a series, but I expect a part 2, maybe a part 3, depending on how much I can put out in a day. Then it should come to a conclusion.
Taylor Swift is the main protagonist here, but on my inner eye I see various other celebs joining her as the story develops. In part one she is joined my Madelaine Petsch.

Invite Only
(Pt 1 - Negotiations)


The sun shone brightly in the sky on this beautiful, cloudless, mild day in late Summer and Taylor Swift took a deep breath, enjoying the scents of the forest, of blooming flowers and pine sap. She glanced over her shoulder and saw that her entourage had gotten ready for the announced break, her ubiquitous bodyguard sitting down on a wooden bench together with her personal trainer, and Madelaine Petsch, her workout-buddy, reaching into a bag to enjoy a sandwich and popping open a fresh bottle of water. Taylor and Madelaine exchanged a look and the redhead nodded her head, giving the pop-star a meaningful and encouraging smile. Taylor nodded back and skipped ahead, aiming for the little roofed shed by the side of the road where Jimmy had taken a seat on a similar bench. It was a simple structure with two walls on either end that held up a roof, more of a shelter in case of rainfall or against aggressive sunlight than something actually weather-proof. It was about thirty yards away from the others, not so far that her bodyguard would be prompted to go after her. But it did provide some privacy.

On her way there Taylor looked around. This hiking trail was on a privately owned and fenced in area of the mountains, and the trees stood closely enough to each other to guarantee that not even the longest lens on a paparazzi camera could get a shot of the wanderers.

"Hey Jimmy," she greeted Madelaine's manager who had come along on the trip, probably hoping to network with Taylor and help foster the connection between his girl and one of the most recognizable faces in the world. Little did he know that Madelaine and Taylor had already shared a whole lot of secrets together.

"Hey Taylor!" he replied, grinning a little too enthusiastically as he was nurturing his own bottle of water, "You really know to pick these places well, I had no idea there was a secluded and stunning trail like this just a fifteen minute drive away from the airport."

Taylor shrugged at that and allowed herself a sly grin. "You just have to have the right connections. I know someone who knows someone who owns this land."

"Oh tell me about it. That's, like, 80% of my job. Meet the right people at the right time and the offers come flying in." Something about the look Taylor gave him made Jimmy pause and he squinted up at her, his shades up in his fashionable $300 haircut. "Wait... Is that why I am tagging along? Maddy said that I am here to back her up."

The charming smile of the blonde popstar would have been enough to melt a glacial heart. Instead of fishing for an apology she started to explain herself: "Look, Madelaine and I have been talking. She told me about..." She paused, pursed her lips and tilted her head to the side, wondering how to put it, "About that upcoming weekend. The one you are invited to with a plus one."

If Jimmy would have had water in his mouth right then he would have spit it out. His brown eyes were wide open and shocked. "She did NOT!" he whisper-hissed, "She told you about the annual meetup!?"

Taylor lifted both of her hands to calm him down. "Hey, relax, relax. It's not like that. It's just girl-talk, you know? We were in my place one night and I had made muffins. We shared them with a bottle of wine and got to talking. One thing leads to another and we end up sharing the more lurid details about the things we do in bed. That's when she told me she visited the year before. And she was kind of shocked that I never went."

Jimmy was visibly uncomfortable now, one hand on his forehead, rubbing his temples. "Okay, fuck... You can't tell anyone about this, alright? She'd be in so much fucking trouble if word got out that she told someone who wasn't invited by the board."

The blonde giggled and then shook her head. "No worries! I won't say a peep! I was just intrigued, I guess. An international thing like that? With so much adult stuff happening? And I never heard of it before? In the age of cell phone cameras and social media? She said that you were an initiate last year which means you get that plus one invite this year. And a hiking trip like this would be a nice way to network, you said it yourself."

Jimmy had calmed down a bit and chewed on his inner cheek as he thought about it. His eyes wandered over Taylor's body and really took in her features. She looked absolutely stunning, even in her hiking gear.


Tight, leg-baring gym shorts in green with white trimming, a black athletic-wear tank-top that hugged her figure neatly and showed off the slender waist moving to the inviting curve of her hips and the swell of her tight little apple of an ass in the back. The sun kissed tan skin of her amazing, almost entirely on-show legs glowed, and even the slight sheen of perspiration from the hill traversal only made them look more defined and perfect. They looked delicious. He wanted to taste them. He'd be happy to just lean in and methodically lick the entirety of her thighs for half an hour.

"Look," he said, carefully picking his words, a verbal walk on egg-shells, "The whole event isn't really meant for someone like you, Taylor. I mean, you are at the top of the game, right? You are probably the most recognizable pop-star in the world right now. Period. And this whole event? It's more for upstarts or those who still have margin to grow. People who need the connections. Who have things to gain by offering themselves up for a dirty weekend and indiscretions where they can do sexual favors for the media elite. People like Maddy can benefit from it. Someone like you? I feel like it might even weaken your negotiating power if you find yourself sucking the cock of some Apple executive at one of the events."

Rolling her blue eyes at the assumption Taylor shook her head. "I am not looking to grow my net-worth when I say that I want to visit, you know Jimmy? This would be for fun. I want to live a little. I have this big bubble around me and some things I just missed out on that other girls in their twenties get to experience fully. I am not looking to network, I am looking to catch up on my adventures."

He weighed her words for a moment and mustered her, once again letting his eyes wander up and down those world-class legs, that slender waist, those small but perky breasts and the supple lips that had an iconic shape. He felt himself throb just imagining Taylor in a setting like that. The things he saw there last year... And now Taylor wanted to join? Still, he'd have a lot of explaining to do if he came with her in tow. Everyone knew her.

"Do you really understand what you're signing up for there?" he tried a different approach, "That place, it's not just about some erotic adventures. Things get wild there. And I mean wild. People who attend have to sign a bunch of release and consent forms, all watertight and lawyer crafted. Isn't something like that a little below someone who can fill the same stadium three times in a row?"

For a moment Taylor seemed to consider his points. She took off her sunglasses and brought one of the temples to her mouth, nibbling it with her lips that soon curved up into a grin. "You think I am squeamish about these things, Jimmy?" she asked with a hint of mockery in her voice, but also a sultry tone that made Jimmy twitch in his pants, "I have used sex to get to where I am before. Fucking someone in a transactional way wouldn't be a first. Not at all."

A little pause and he could see the gears work behind her bright blue eyes until they lit up with a smile of hers that left him surprised and confused. And it wasn't helped by the fact that this leggy Goddess then descended from the blue skies where she had just stood like a valkyrie ready to take him to heaven, and sunk down into a squat right in front of him. In this position the green fabric of her gym-shorts was stretched so thin over her pussy, so tightly that he saw its outline through it with little left up to the imagination. One of her hands reached out and she touched his crotch, her smile broadening when she found him not only hard in his cargo shorts, but actually throbbing under her palm.

"You really think I can be squeamish around something like this?" Her honeyed voice was oozing seduction, more purr that speech. "Let me show you. I can be the best plus one you will ever bring."

He still had a conflicted look in his eyes but he felt it all wilt under her prodding blue eyes. Taylor Swift touching his cock? Oh my god, yes! He nodded with urgency, giving her approval. And the blonde undid his belt with agile, quick movements of her fingers, pulling his zipper down and exposing him to the sunlight. As she did it she glanced to the side, satisfied that the narrow sidewall of their little shed would hide them from their fellow hikers.

Her hand dipped into his boxers and she retrieved his dick. It was a little warm and sticky from the efforts of their long walk up a mountain, but in good shape. Maybe five inches long and curved slightly to the right, but rather thick and girthy. He took good care of it, the balls were shaved and the pubes neatly trimmed. And it was absolutely THROBBING the moment that Taylor's fingers closed around it.

After giving it a long and loving inspection, turning it this way and that, she gave him an approving smile and a wink and then slowly started to jerk him off with one hand while using the fingertips of her other to softly caress his balls, smiling as they sort of lifted up into his body at the touch. Then the ball-caressing hand grabbed his loosely dangling belt and playfully whipped his shaft two times, making him wince and bite his lip.

"It's really nice," she cooed, her voice soft as a feather and her breath gently wafting over his exposed skin. Then Taylor Swift moved her face closer to his crotch and opened her mouth wide, sticking her tongue out broadly. She licked from the root of his cock up along its shaft and then swirled two times around the bulbous head. Her blue eyes glistened with victorious amusement when she saw his expression melt into a shaky mask of arousal, eyes clenching shut.

When he opened them again he looked down to that famous face with his very own cock lodged in her mouth, lips stretched thin around his girth, eyes glancing up to him as if begging for approval, so eager, so full of playful enjoyment. He had received a number of blowjobs in his life and knew that sometimes they were like a chore the girl did in order to do the guy a favor, sometimes you saw that they had to overcome being grossed out in order to provide this unique pleasure. But Taylor seemed not only at ease but actively into the cock she sucked. It almost felt like he was doing her a favor by letting her suck on it rather than the other way around.

The pop-star didn't rush anything. She didn't start to bob her head in wild abandon, just keeping the very tip of his cock in her lips, tightly embraced. She was sucking on it gently, pulling it in with soft but yearning, pulsating movements, a bit like sucking a thumb. The way her cheeks hollowed as she did so was incredibly sexy. She didn't overwhelm him with her tongue, only using it to sometimes perform a lazy, slow swirl around the head of the cock, or to poke the little slit in it that already produced that coveted, sweet droplet of precum for her.

With a shaky hand he reached down and used the back of his index finger to caress her cheek and her eyes lit up. She seemed to like his gentleness and rewarded it with more action from her tongue, this time making it form a soft bed underneath the head of his cock and moving it in a wave-like licking motion that once again forced him to close his eyes. She was right on the spot that he focused on when he quickly wanted to cum as he was masturbating.

Taylor pulled back and the suddenly broken seal of her lips created loud, wet squelching noises. His cock felt terribly cold suddenly bereft of her mouth's tender warmth, covered in saliva that was then caressed by the cool wind of the forest. She let out a girly giggle and the little puffs of her breath coming from her nose during it sent shivers up his spine as they danced over his spit-bathed cock.

"See?" she said while slow-stroking him with both hands, her two thumbs aiming pressure right at the spot where her tongue had just been, "I am not so squeamish. If I do this..." She dipped her head down to swirl her tongue around the very tip of his penis a few times for emphasis before pulling back again and biting her grinning lip, "...to some of your business partners you will definitely make one hell of an impression on them."

He swallowed, barely able to believe what happened to him and couldn't help but nod in approval. "Fine," he said in a pressed, hushed tone of voice, "I still think you have no idea what you're signing up for. But fine. I'll take you along."

The smug look on Taylor's face nearly made Jimmy roll his eyes, but the way she followed it up by impaling her smug lips with his dick and making her tongue dance around its head actually made him go cross-eyed instead. "Oh my god, fuck!" he whispered under his breath, his sneakers shuffling on the sand-strewn concrete that made up the flooring for the bench.

"Thank you so much!" Taylor said, letting him drop from her lips and smelling the familiar scent of cock on her own breath, "I swear, it will be fine. And you have no idea how much I want to be part of something really kinky like that! I thought I'd have to go through the rest of my life without it since my fame would make it impossible to attend. But now that I know a party like that which specifically caters to the highly publicized exists I just need to go." A grateful smile played around her lips which were coated in glistening saliva and his precum. "But for now I want something different. Lucky you! It involves your cum gushing into my mouth!"

With that she leaned forward again and stretched out her tongue. Her hands on his thighs for support she used just that slippery, nimble, slick muscle to lift his cock into her wide-open, waiting mouth and hugged it once more with her lips, making a blissful sound as she soft-sucked it again, her tongue delicately moving back and forth between slithering along his shaft and then following the rim of his cock's head.

"Looks like you two were able to come to an arrangement?"

Jimmy and Taylor froze and looked at the source of that female voice, only to find Madelaine, one shoulder leaning up against the side-wall of their little shelter, her arms crossed under her chest and a gloating smile on her lips. She was a sight to behold, dressed in a baby-blue set of yoga-pants and crop-top, both of them tight enough to make it difficult fitting a finger between the stretchy fabric and her supple, pale body and her vibrantly red hair pulled back in a sporty ponytail.


She noticed the worried look on Taylor's cock-stuffed face and shrugged at that. "Oh relax, your trainer and bodyguard got a text message, went to check in on a paparazzi who supposedly triggered the alarm from the fence close by. They sent me up to you guys to tell you to move on ahead without them if it takes a little longer." She wiggled her brows and smiled at Taylor. "You should have a couple more minutes at least to conduct your little business."

Taylor grinned around the cock and engulfed it once more in the comforting warmth of her mouth, showering it in gentle but relentless affections, sometimes letting out a joyful humming sound.

"You told her about... Hmmph! About the event?" Jimmy breathed out, a man who had to strain to hold on to the remnants of his mind that Taylor whittled away with every slippery flick of her tongue.

Madelaine shrugged. "It all seems to have worked quite fine, doesn't it? Not every day you get your dick nuzzled by multi-millionaire pop sensation whose insta posts can make industry giants falter and course-correct." She pushed herself off the wall and came over, a grin on her lips. "She's doing that thing where she just sucks you gently, right?" she astutely observed, "I love that too. As you know perfectly well. But... We are under a little bit of pressure, so maybe we can speed this along."

Madelaine's hand found the back of Taylor's head and she pushed down, making her mouth bounce up and down Jimmy's glistening, throbbing erection at a slow but steady pace. Tay let out a little sound of protest, muffled by that fat dick, but soon went with it and let the redhead determine her cock-sucking, giving in to her movements and using her tongue and the suction of her mouth to provide him with all the pleasure she could. Madelaine's brown eyes were focused on her manager though, ignoring her leggy friend as she used her head like a sextoy on his cock.

"I am sorry for telling her, Jimmy," she apologized, "Taylor can be very, very persuasive as you can see for yourself." For emphasis she made the blonde's head bounce up and down her manager's cock a few times in very quick succession, the pop-star squirming in her squatting position underneath and holding on more tightly to Jimmy's thighs. "And you can also see that she might be the type who gets to enjoy the things that happen there."

She sighed. "Still, I have to make it up to you somehow. And maybe this is a good start..." Madelaine leaned in and planted a kiss on Jimmy's lips. It wasn't a peck, she was parting her lips and let her tongue join a sultry dance with her manager's. Both of her hands were on the back of Taylor's head now, firmly pressing down and making her swallow all of the dick she previously nurtured so gently. As the kiss went on Taylor began making sputtering, gagging sounds and letting out more urgent yet still muffled mewls of protest. Madelaine never backed down until she felt Taylor's hands leaving Jimmy's lap and instead reaching back to tap her shins pleadingly.

She broke off the kiss and looked only at Jimmy, biting her bottom lip as she grinned. Taylor pulled back from the cock and took a deep, heaving breath, blinking to disperse the teary-eyed blur that obstructed her sight. Spit dangled from her chin in gooey strings and also connected her lips with Jimmy's absolutely throbbing, twitching cock. "Isn't she pretty?" Madelaine asked, patting Taylor's head patronizingly, "Slutty little cocksucker that she is."

Madelaine sank down into a squat next to Taylor and gently held her face in one hand, using the other to caress her cheek. "Sorry about that, Tay. But I wanted to show that you work just as well under pressure."

Softly the redhead kissed the blonde's forehead, then her cheek and then her spit-slathered mouth. Taylor at first seemed reluctant but then eagerly gave into Madelaine's advances, kissing her back, their hands exploring and groping each others bodies with Tay all over Maddy's chest while Maddy was digging her fingers into Taylor's exposed thighs and her perky ass.

The wet, sultry kiss had the wanted effect on their audience, and Jimmy's cock throbbed eagerly at the adventurous girls below him. He jumped a little as Taylor reached out and grabbed the base of his dick, slowly bending it down towards their faces without ever stopping the make-out session. Madelaine caught on quickly and they both angled their heads a little sideways, making space for the dick. Their kiss never paused, but soon they were making out messily around the head of his cock, now two tongues were flicking around it speedily, two pairs of lips nibbling away at each other and the dick.

The visuals were too much for Jimmy and he had to hold onto the bench he sat on, averting his eyes and looking up to the ceiling of the shelter. He prayed and hoped that he could be strong a little longer and finally Taylor and Maddy ended their kiss. The two girls were all grins, looking lovingly at each other and then up to him. Taylor was stroking his cock slowly with one hand while Madelaine caressed his balls. They were temple to temple, their faces right next to each other.

"Tell you what," Madelaine whispered while keeping her soulful brown eyes on Jimmy, just like Taylor did with her piercing blue ones, "You take care of his balls and I take his cock. Deal?"

Tay nodded her head eagerly and then pouted. "But we switch it up quickly, okay? I feel he's close and I think I deserve this load."

Jimmy's cock jumped longingly in her hand.

"Hmmm..." Maddy made as if she had to give it some thought, "Fine. You get the load in the end. But first you let me get a taste."

The man who was the passive object of their negotiations was looking down and seemed almost a little worried, knowing that he was pretty damn close to blowing his load already. Hearing these two cock-teasing professionals divvy the fruit of their labor up like this was driving him wild and he fought the urge to just reach down, grab his dick, and shoot right there and then over their smug, cock-hungry faces.

"Fine!" Taylor relented, "I won't swallow right away. But now lets get it done. Fuck! I want those balls in my mouth. Right now."

Madelaine chuckled. "Look at you go. Get 'em, ball-sucker!" The redhead watched her to work while holding on to Jimmy's cock. She felt throbs going through his shaft as Taylor made out with his sack. "She makes for a good little fluffer, doesn't she?" asked Maddy. Jimmy could only nod. "Good ball-sucker. Why don't you call her a pathetic little ball-munching slut. She loves that."

Jimmy was reluctant, breathing shallowly as Taylor continued licking over his balls. But then Madelaine gripped his cock more tightly and he nodded his head. "Yes!" he hissed, "Yes, keep fluffing my balls your needy little slut!"

Taylor made an eager sound and he could feel her lips curl up in a smile against the base of his cock. Madelaine giggled and spanked Tay's ass with her free hand. "Good girl. Dumb little slut. You love this stuff." Taylor remained a silent, dedicated, ball-licking fluffer but wiggled her spanked ass approvingly.

And with that both girls hungrily descended upon Jimmy's crotch. He swallowed and would have winced away if it wasn't for the bench against his back. His client had her lips around his dick and she didn't fool around, immediately diving down deep until her forehead was against his stomach. Her tongue was working overtime in her moth, serving as a soft bed for his shaft that still squirmed, wiggled and licked him all the time. She was very different from Taylor, way more goal-oriented, working quickly and hurriedly, almost overwhelming him.

Cheek-to-cheek with the redhead was Taylor herself, though a bit lower, unable to just keep licking him so she was using one hand to gather up his dangling balls and guided them into her waiting mouth. She managed to fit both and sucked softly on them, washing their flavor down with lots of her spit. She let out a pleased hum at the taste and her tongue began to massage his sack, as well as she could with her mouth being absolutely full already. The room was scarce but, dear god, she made it work so well. Above her she could catch glances of Madelaine's face moving up and down his shaft, rivulets of cock-flavored spit dripping down from her lips and lubing up Taylor's ball-sucking as well as drenching her chin and cheek.

Jimmy went back and forth between clenching his eyes shut and looking down, only to be met by two pairs of magazine-worthy eyes ravenously glancing back up to him. He was squirming and little jolts went through his hips as the mind-bending sensation of being orally pleasured by two girls at once overworked the little remnants of his mental capacities. He was reduced to letting out grunts and huffed sounds, so he had to lift a shaky hand to Madelaine's forehead and to push her back. The redhead was rather reluctant to give up the cock she had in her mouth and she pouted at him.

"Girls, girls..." he breathed out, his voice trembling, "I can't... This is too much. I'm gonna blow my load."

Tay and Maddy exchanged a look and then both shrugged.

"Fine with us!" Madelaine announced, "Just make sure you cum in Taylor's mouth. Switch up!"

No ten seconds had passed when the two stars once again went down on Jimmy, this time with Taylor on top and gobbling down his dick while Madelaine was on ball-duty. The redhead was much less gentle with this most sensitive part of his body and he felt her teeth against his balls, wincing and squirming. Taylor however was managing his erection expertly, one hand around the lower part of the shaft, a ring of index-finger and thumb stroking him in the same rhythm that her tongue pressed down on his favorite little spot right under the head of his cock.
She had him.

Jimmy wanted to say something, pictured himself letting out a triumphant roar in his head, a masculine sign of victory. But instead a little whimper ran through him as a whole-body shiver made him tremble and his hips spasmed in tiny little thrusts. Maddy and Taylor both let out muffled chuckled and slowed their affections towards him down, knowing they were at their goal. Soon they were perfectly still and then Madelaine dropped his balls from her lips. They were extra sensitive after his climax and even that was enough to make him wince and gasp.

But the redhead didn't care for him at that moment, her eyes were all on Taylor who still had Jimmy's quickly softening cock in her mouth.
"You got it, girl?" Maddy asked helpfully, brushing Taylor's blonde strands of hair behind her ear. "That's it, keep those lips tight around it. Suck a little bit but not too much, don't want you to swallow our treat."

Madelaine's hands were on Taylor's head and she gently pulled the pop-star back, all the way until Jimmy's cock parted from her lips with a plopping sound. It dangled wetly down his crotch and left a smear of cum dangling from Taylor's chin. Maddy faced her and softly cupped her jaw, approaching her from a low angle so she could suck that string of cum up with her lips. Then those lips met Taylor's and they exchanged a kiss, open-mouthed, noisy and wet.

When they parted Taylor smiled and licked her own lips while Madelaine's mouth was filled, allowing her only a closed-lip smirk towards Taylor first and Jimmy second. The redhead angled her head back, looking up, and then carefully opened her mouth. In the bright sunlight the gooey puddle of white was clearly visible. She even wiggled her tongue in it to show the mess off. Jimmy swallowed at that and a twitch went through his completely drained cock. He definitely was more of a grower than a shower and looked a little dainty by now.

"Come here..." Taylor said with amused urgency as she hugged Madelaine to herself and then began to kiss her cheek. Her kisses quickly wandered to her open mouth and their lips connected. Maddy propped herself up while Taylor lowered herself and gravity did the rest. There was a little space between their mouths and the rush of gooey liquid, now a hearty mix of fresh cum and saliva, from Madelaine's mouth into Taylor's could be observed freely. Madelaine, who had held her shock of red hair back during the lop-sided kiss licked her lip and slurped up a last bit of cummy spit to swallow it, though she couldn't hide that envious glance as Taylor got to make a show out of consuming her treat.

The blonde pop-star faced Jimmy, still in her squatting post, and she did the same thing Maddy did, opening her mouth to show off the white, gooey puddle in her mouth, now a little larger and a little more watery due to the addition of Madelaine's mouthful of spit. Finally she closed up and grimaced a bit as she swallowed. Once, twice and then a third time. Big gulps. She rubbed her hands down her neck and then over her chest and to her stomach.

"Mhhh..." she made, smiling happily. Madelaine helped her to her feet and the two brushed dust and sand off their clothes and legs where their limbs had touched the ground during their cock-pleasing performance. They shared a little peck and were arm in arm when they looked down upon Jimmy who wearily stuffed his cock in his pants and fiddled with his belt.

"So?" asked Maddy, "You think you got the best plus one you could ever bring."

Jimmy still looked a little conflicted now that his recent orgasm had taken some of the wind out of his sails, but he nodded his head. "Sure, I'll take her along. I just hope everything will go smoothly."

The redhead grinned and kissed Taylor deeply, whispering: "Enjoy yourself, pop-tart. You deserve this. All these years of pent up arousal. You'll adore all the perverted fun these freaks get up to."

Tay was a little out of breath but smiled happily. She felt the excitement of not quite knowing what awaited her, and that alone was already worth the risk she had taken when she approached Jimmy to blow him. A chance to break out of her golden cage, if only for a little while. Whatever this secretive party was, she'd make sure she enjoyed herself.



END of Part 1
 
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Re: Invite Only (Taylor Swift & Various Others)
« Reply #1 on: August 13, 2022, 02:45:51 AM »
Great start.
Can't wait to see who else will be involved in these adventures.
 
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Re: Invite Only (Taylor Swift & Various Others)
« Reply #2 on: August 13, 2022, 05:52:27 AM »
Thanks! I am glad you like it, Blocboy! I am already 4000 words into Part 2, so it will probably come around tomorrow. Maybe even today if I can muster the ability to write while this heat-wave is trying to end me. There is one more fleshed out role like Madelaine's in the upcoming part. But a few background and cameo appearances of other girls.
 
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Re: Invite Only (Taylor Swift & Various Others)
« Reply #3 on: August 14, 2022, 09:12:41 AM »
Disclaimer: Nothing here is based on reality, it's all fantasy and no one depicted is even close to the real-world counter-part.

Codes: MF, FF, Sextoys, Free-use, Masturbation



Part 2 - Arrival


It were the early hours of a Friday evening and the sun had just begun to sink, coloring the scarce, puffy clouds in the sky in a mix of golden and pastel pink hues. Taylor Swift stepped out of the limousine that brought her to the address she had been provided with. She once again checked her laminated invite and smiled happily when she found it dangling from her key-ring. This invite was hard-earned.

The time between now and giving Jimmy that ambush blowjob on the hiking trail together with Madelaine had been a busy one. While Taylor had heard a few lurid details about the things Maddy did when she attended this filth-fest, she still wasn't entirely sure what exactly it was? Was it like a convention? A business meeting? A dinner gala? They were incredibly well organized, that much was clear.

In order to get her invite Taylor had to sign a whole stack of papers. Consent forms, waivers, non-disclosure agreements, all of them in legal jargon and very detailed. Page upon page was marked with the line "FOR YOUR EYES ONLY!" at the top and bottom, and the first page contained a paragraph in red ink very firmly determining that this included lawyers and other confidantes. She was on her own deciphering the contracts, but figured she got the gist of it. So she signed where the dotted lines demanded so and sent them back to the address on the return-envelope.

Two days later she received another letter, this one rather brief and to the point, directing her to the local clinic of a doctor. She went and was tested thoroughly, they took some of her blood, took a pap-smear, even did the cotton-swab thing for covid. The doctor explained that only those who had been screened like this and proven to be free of any sexually transmitted diseases would be given an invite. And another two days later the laminated pass Taylor was holding on to now arrived per mail.

Her limousine had brought her to the back entrance of a hotel and it was a busy little parking lot. She noticed different rides bringing other guests of this event and recognized some faces, mostly fellow female celebrities, some of whom seemed rather shocked to see her here, whispering to each other. The tall blonde got on her tip-toes to look around and finally saw Jimmy standing just to the left of the entrance near a marble water fountain, like he said in his text. She made her way over to him and gave him a little wave with her hand. He seemed a little stunned.

"Hey..." he said hesitantly, "You look absolutely amazing."


Taylor grinned and gave a little twirl in her outfit, a simple yet very effective, tight fitting bodycon mini-dress with short sleeves and horizontal navy-blue and white stripes that emphasized her feminine shape. Needless to say, it was breathtakingly short to show off her legs as well, and even during the walk from her ride over to Jimmy she had to tuck the hemline down a few times to keep the stretchy fabric from riding up. She had paired it with a very cute set of brown leather ankle boots, the heels high enough to elevate her already impressive height above the level of most men around her. That included Jimmy who didn't seem so small when she was in sneakers for their hiking trip, but now she definitely towered above him. An actual Goddess to look up to with legs that went on forever.

"Thank you," the world-star chuckled, still unable to just take compliments to her face, no matter how often she heard them, "I didn't really know what to expect. They sent me lots of shit to sign but no word about dress-code."

Jimmy grinned and shook his head. "Oh you'll do just fine!" he encouraged her.

Eager to share the praise she retorted: "And you as well! Look at you, a fitted suit?" She playfully let a fingertip dance over his white collar, a few buttons were popped open. "And no tie. So I guess it's not entirely uptight and no one will raise a brow at how tight and short my getup is?"

"You got nothing to worry about, nothing at all," he assured her. Then, all gentleman, he offered his arm to her. "So, my lovely plus one, shall we head inside and get registered? If we do it now we'll miss the big stampede and should be done with pretty much no queuing up."

With dainty fingertips Taylor hooked her hand into his arm and nodded her head in a deliberately regal display. "After you, I think you know better than me what this is all about."

Things were moving fast indeed and within five minutes the two of them were standing in front of a typical hotel lobby desk, manned by a single, young clerk in a uniform, wearing glasses and with pimples on his cheeks. He must have been 19, maybe 20 at most and while he seemed at ease talking to other guests, some of them singers or actresses as well, he definitely was a little star-struck when he began talking to Taylor.

"Oh? N-new guests as well?" he asked with a voice-crack, trying to play over it by clearing his throat. He smiled nervously and looked at the laminated card Taylor held out for him. He scowled and seemed confused. "You are someone's plus one, Miss Swift?"

Taylor herself was a little surprised by his shock. "Yes?" she replied and then she felt a warm hand on her bare arm. Beside her was another man who was also processed by a different clerk. He was bearded and probably in his fifties, his tailored suit unable to hide his considerable gut. The black hair that was balding on his head and the similarly colored beard were peppered with lots of gray. Something about him reminded her of a dwarf in a fantasy film.

"You have to excuse him," he offered in a kindly, heavily accented voice. Taylor couldn't place it but would guess middle-eastern. "It is rare for someone such as yourself to come as a plus one, you see? Most people here are much less..." He pursed his lips and then decided to go on with: "formidable than you. Right, Miss Swift?" He smiled with warmth and said in a soft, gentle tone: "I understand perfectly. Sometimes it's less about what you have to gain from this and more about the pleasure. I am much like that myself."

Taylor gave him a polite but impersonal smile, not sure what to say to that and she was relieved when she heard Jimmy speak up beside her. "Yes, she's with me." He handed in his own laminated pass and the youthful clerk seemed relieved as well, finally able to do his usual spiel of taking the pass and sliding it through a scanner until he heard that beep.

"Mister Furlong? James Furlong?", the clerk asked and Jimmy gave a nod.

"That's me. And I should have Miss Swift here listed as my plus one. She signed the papers and has been okayed by the doc."

A brief moment of silence where the clerk tapped his finger against the touch-screen. And then he gave Taylor a shaky smile. "Oh that seems to work. I need your invite now, Miss Swift?"

"Of course!" Taylor agreed happily and handed it to him. He still looked a little puzzled as he slid the card through the scanner but then his brows rose up.

"Cleared as well." The clerk went over to a table behind him where a whole stack of manila boxes was and retrieved one, sliding it over the wood of his desk. "Your welcome gift. Please make sure you put on the wrist-band at once. The other gift needs to be in place before you enter the premises as well. It is mandatory while you are partaking in our events."

"A little cryptic but fine," Taylor chuckled, "I always liked gifts." Beside her Jimmy was busy signing in a few documents and talking to the clerk about their rooms while being handed a plastic key-card.

In the box Taylor found something that reminded her of a smart-watch, though she couldn't really see a way for the wrist-band to close. But when she draped it around her left wrist the two loose ends of it connected. Neat. Probably some kind of magnet. Though right now she didn't see a way to open the wrist-band again. Didn't matter, it wasn't tight or too loose. In fact it fit perfectly. She looked at the little screen, expecting a watch or a welcome message. But instead there were two blinking red words. 'Pair Device'.

"Oh, that's right," interjected the clerk as he perked up from his conversation with Jimmy. He must have always watched Taylor with one eye. Nothing she wasn't used to. "One moment, I'll fix that at once." He grabbed a tablet PC and held it out, prompting Taylor to extend her wrist. A beeping sound could be heard and then the screen of the wristband flickered white three times as if in confirmation. Afterwards it switched to a steady, plain green light. The clerk gave her a meaningful smile but Tay just nodded at him with that same polite but impersonal smile, the sort you have for those who helped you out because it is their job.

Suddenly the pop-star felt a hand on her ass and she spun around, glancing down into the face of the older, bigger, dwarf-like man who had talked to her previously. He must have lingered around. Usually when she gave someone an icy glare like this she saw results. But he just smiled his old man grin up at her, shamelessly kneading her ass.

"Excuse me!?" she hissed at him, her hand seizing his wrist. At this point she was ready to knee him in the balls, but then she felt a calming hand on her shoulder. Jimmy's hand.

"Relax Taylor," he said in a tone so easy-going that the blonde was about to tear into him instead of the old man, "Look at it." He nodded down to the wrist-band and the green light emanating from it. "This is what you signed up for. This is why you signed the consent forms. You wanted this. You asked for this." He gave her two breaths to think, watching her nibble on her lower lip. "It's how things are done here. The weekend begins now. Just let it happen. Do you want it? The erotic adventures Maddy told her tales about?"

Taylor swallowed, looking back at the grinning old man who never took his hand off her ass and then to Jimmy. She nodded her head slowly. "I want it." She felt arousal against her panties. The way this moment shifted, how she felt her defenses lower, how she gave in. The act was sexy to her. Slowly Taylor's hand let go of the man's wrist and he let out a chuckle, patting her ass patronizingly.

"That's a good girl!" he guffawed.

Jimmy observed Taylor as her ass was handled through her short dress and when he was sure she was up for it and not going to explode he smiled and went back to talking with the clerk.

"There was another gift," the old man explained in his kindly, accented, soft voice that was in direct conflict with the way his fingers felt up her ass, "Go on, open the box. Hand it to me please."

Taylor went back to the manila box and fished something out of it. Smooth, cold, shiny and surprisingly heavy. It was a solid stainless steel butt plug with a soft-pink colored fake gem-stone at the bottom. It seemed large to Taylor, though it was probably more on the regular side.

"Yes, that's it," the old man said as he lecherously lifted Taylor's dress, making it bunch up around her waist. She blushed and fought the urge to yank it down again. The tight fabric snapped to her body easily and left her revealed. He gave her black silk thong a disapproving glance and with two quick snips of a small pair of scissors that came from his pocket he cut through the waistband on both sides, pulling them away from her and discarding them carelessly on the floor.

Her pussy was smooth. Perfectly smooth, in fact, waxed just two days ago together with her legs. Taylor shivered as she felt the cool air of the room directly on her sex now that the comforting embrace of her undies was gone. The man let out a satisfied grunt as his hands explored her ass-cheeks, her soft upper thighs. "You see, an old man like me, I am useless in the bedroom. Even now I can not feel anything move under my belt. But I used to come here a lot. And these days I get my pleasure from helping first timers check in. Like yourself, Miss Swift." He took the butt plug from her.

Taylor remained silent, just standing there, taking the groping, his lingering looks. Her hands dangled by her side, balled into nervous fists. She was his passive grope-toy, taking it like a meek little bitch but also not leaning into his touch. And when she thought about it that way there was an inherent source of arousal in what she did. Briefly she locked eyes with the young clerk who glanced over to her exposed pussy wide-eyed and obviously horny.

"Bend over for me please," the old man instructed, patting the desk with his hand. "It will make it easier for you."

The blonde nodded and took a step forward, slowly lowering her upper body down to the smooth, hard wood of the desk.

"Yes, very nice," grunted the old man, "Those perky ass cheeks spread by themselves in that pose. And you are so obedient, so good now that you know what you have to do." He used his hand to press down against her back, a little underneath her chest, pressing her tightly against the desk. "That is right. Make sure you are nice and stable. Hold on to the desk if you can." Taylor made a soft little protesting sound but then settled in, turning her head to the side and resting her cheek on the hard wooden desk plate. With her ear to the wood like that she somehow heard her own heart-beat.

One of his hands fondled Taylor's exposed ass cheeks, full-handed, rough grips, fingers digging into the perky bottom, until his thumb started to caress her puckered, tight asshole, moving around it in a circle. "Ooohhh!" he made, sound delighted, "So very tight, you young people are oh so lucky. Ten years younger and I would try to get my cock inside it for sure. But sadly, it has to be like this."

His other hand had gotten a small plastic bottle of water-based lube out of his pocket, heated to his body's warmth by being kept this close to him. He squirted a generous helping right between her cheeks and spread it with the fingers of his other hand. The next time he started to probe her asshole the slick surface allowed him to easily pop the first segment of his index finger inside. Taylor squirmed, it was an uneasy, invasive feeling.
"So quick, so nice, yes?" he asked with a grandfatherly chuckle as his thick finger slowly pumped in and out of the shiny hole, feeling it open up reluctantly and try to squeeze him out. "But we will need more lube. Makes it even easier. You will see, Miss Swift!"

He removed his finger and lifted the nozzle of his small lube bottle again and brought it right to where his finger had penetrated her. The rounded, smooth, elongated shape of the nuzzle allowed for it to push up and into Taylor's asshole and when he squeezed a shudder went through the multi-millionaire. She felt the liquid cooly spread around her insides, push up deep into her bowels.

"Do not worry," the old man calmly explained as if he had done it a hundred times already. And maybe he head. "It will not make a mess. Once the plug is in the lube will remain nicely inside as well. And it will make things so, so much easier when someone younger than me sees the green light on your wrist and wants his cock in your ass! You will come pre-lubed and ready to go. Much less hassle, much less. And maybe it won't hurt so much and you can enjoy it as well? These young sluts seem to like it very much, yes. Maybe it is all this internet porn, making them believe they have to be this way. Ahh, but I mumble on, I am not complaining."

He was smiling, his face close to Taylor's ass when he pulled the nozzle of the lube bottle out of her body. Some of the clear liquid dripped out but he quickly lifted the butt plug and pressed its rounded but narrowing tip against the reluctant hole. The lube smeared around the already very smooth metal and Taylor felt herself open up under the pressure of the man's hand driving the sex-toy forward. Quickly she was at the limits of her asshole's flexibility though as the thickness of the toy far exceeded that of his single finger and there was just no way forward. A jolt when through Tay's leggy body as she felt the pain of the anal stretching. She let out a whimper and her two high-heeled feet did a little dance in place right in front of the desk she was bent over, squirming and shuffling. His other hand pressed down upon her lower back more firmly, keeping her in place.

Suddenly Taylor felt two clammy hands around her face. Someone was lifting up her head, previously laying against the desk on her cheek, and turned it the other way around, handling her like a doll. A wince went through her when her other cheek plopped down on the hard desk again with a thud. She had a confused look on her face only to find the crotch of the youthful clerk to be right in front of her. He yanked clumsily on his zipper until he finally undid it and immediately his cock came out. He was hard and throbbing eagerly, and before Taylor could say anything he pushed forward and entered her mouth. She looked surprised and a little silly with a dick pumping in and out of her red lips, letting out a muffled, confused sound.

"Oh fuck... I couldn't resist!" the clerk stammered under his breath as he lifted his shirt so her lipstick didn't stain it. "Taylor fucking Swift? I just had to. I had to!" He almost seemed apologetic.

Behind her Tay heard the old man laugh. "Yes, yes! That is good. A distraction, distract her. Very good. I can move it now."

And indeed, the butt-plug pushed a little further up Taylor's squeamish hole, moving another inch, causing her to make a yelping sound that was weirdly muffled by the cock going quickly in and out of her mouth.

As another surprise for the songstress the dick pushing into her mouth suddenly and without warning erupted in an orgasm. Thick, gooey strings of cum were pumped directly into her mouth, propelled by needy, urgent thrusts of the clerk's hips. He was blushing and looked ashamed, barely having managed to last 30 seconds in that famous mouth.

Taylor heard laughter and glanced up to Jimmy who was looking at her with amusement. But other voices joined in and when Tay craned her neck she could look behind her, seeing a queue. At least two dozen people were taking in the show, all eyes on her, a bit of the crowd. Making matters worse was the fact that she recognized some of these faces. There was Natalia Dyer! And Cara Delevingne. And a little further to the left there stood Victoria Justice in the cutest little tartan mini-skirt.

Taylor focused back on the cock in her mouth and swallowed the load. It was very thick and creamy and she had to gulp two times to bring it down her throat. The clerk barely dared to look at her as his penis left her lips, putting it back away in his pants and clumsily trying to close the zipper.

"Do not worry young man!" said the old guy behind Taylor, "You get used to it. First time for you too, yes? Even your next orgasm today will last much longer already. Trust me. And you were a great help to me. Look!"

And indeed, Taylor's perky ass-cheeks were now decorated with that lovely pink jewel, surrounded by a circular, shiny rim of stainless steel. The plug was in and with the commotion going on in her cock-pleasing mouth Taylor barely had registered that she was impaled by a fistful of metal. The man lifted his hand and then brought it down on one of those ass cheeks with enough force to make Tay lift one of her feet of the ground and wince all over her body. The circular foot of the plug bounced adorably up and down as her asshole hugged around the stem in a repetitive, pulsating way.

Almost gently her skirt was pulled back down and draped over her thighs, and then, not so gently, the old man seized a fistful of her blonde hair, using it to yank her up from the desk and back on her feet.

She was standing a little unsteadily, evading the looks of her sizable audience. Things like this happened a lot around here. But someone like Taylor lowering herself to a station like this was rare and got attention. The crowd hollered and applauded and the blonde wanted to sink into the ground and disappear. Luckily Jimmy was there, coming to her rescue by putting an arm around her. His hand was on her ass but Taylor didn't mind. Not one bit.

"Nice job!" whispered Jimmy, "I had no idea that you were such a slut! Most other first-time girls protest or push back. But you took it all passively and even swallowed the load! You definitely are in the right place here, princess."

Slowly he guided her away from the lobby and down a corridor.

"Thank you, thank you!" the old man called out behind them with a booming voice like a circus showman, "Move on up, this desk is free. And any first timers please feel free to come to me for help."



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Jimmy brought Taylor down the foyer towards the elevators and they had to walk around Anna Kendrick and Megan Fox who helped each other fit their butt-plugs in. Jimmy called an elevator and when the doors closed they had a semblance of privacy again.

"Oh my god!" Tay exclaimed, breathing heavily. She still had the taste of cum all over her mouth and the plug in her ass made itself noticeable with every step she took, forcing her to take timid, small steps.

"I told you," Jimmy chuckled smugly, "Things get wild here. But you wouldn't listen and just wanted to come along."

"No, it's not..." Taylor stammered, trying to comprehend what just happened, "I didn't know."

He lifted his brows. "So you didn't like it? I mean, some of that wetness around your ass was lube. But I did see the sparkles in your bare pussy, Taylor. I feel like you enjoyed yourself. Or at least part of you did."

The tall blonde swallowed and pulled down the hem of her dress, squirming as she stood there. "I mean, I guess. It was hot. At least a little bit. I wasn't into the guy. Into either of the guys. Being used like that? And even with an audience?" She felt a jolt of arousal go through her and had to bite her lip as her asshole once more tightly hugged the plug impaling her. "I didn't know everyone can just get a turn."

He smiled and lifted her hand as if he was about to kiss it. But then he pointed at her wrist-band with that green light. "This right here means you are a plus one. A first-timer. The lowest rung of the ladder. The green light marks you as someone who has to be sexually subservient to everyone. And I mean everyone. Every visitor, every low level producer or minor journalist from an international paper. Hell, even the hotel staff gets to fuck green girls whenever and wherever they want. It's part of the rules. And you must have signed that when you went through the contracts. You have given full consent for the entire weekend."

Taylor tried to wrap her head around it all, swallowing as she understood the implications. Again she felt a damp heat between her legs. Blunt, base, profane arousal. She felt like a slut. And she liked it.

"There are other girls too. The amber light means that it's a VIP-only girl. There are only a few VIP guests though. I am not one. The girls with a red wrist-band are property of a single person who paid for them for the entirety of the weekend."

She nodded along and tried to keep up when the elevator binged. "This is my floor," Jimmy stated, "You need to ride up to the 27th and then head to room 381B, that's where you will sleep."

She looked a little worried, holding onto his arm. "Wait! I don't stay with you?"

Jimmy shook his head and smiled. "Nope! As a green girl you are common stock. Everyone gets a go at you. And the rooms are separated. Floors 5 to 25 are for guests like me. Floors 25 to 40 are for girls like you." He sighed as he saw the look in her eyes. "Just take it easy, don't overwhelm yourself. And make sure you keep your butt-plug in at all times. Green girls have to wear them. You will be punished if they catch you outside of your bedroom without it."

"What about a key?" she called out after him when he turned around, "Won't I also need one to get into my room?"

Jimmy gave her a smug smile as he looked over his shoulder. "You'll be just fine, the girls don't have any doors on their rooms."

These words sank in as the glitzy doors of the elevator almost soundlessly shut again, leaving her alone with her thoughts. Taylor swallowed and pressed the button for the 27th floor.



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The door to the 27th floor opened and Taylor carefully stepped out, looking left and right. A corridor went off in both directions with doors lining both walls. Or there would have been doors on any usual day, right now they were missing, allowing a free view of the rooms. The signage on the wall told her that the B-wing was down the leftward side while to the right was the A wing, so she took a left.

Due to her being around fairly early most rooms seemed to be unoccupied so far, but they were all furnished in the same way: A single, queen-size bed in the center of the room and little mini-bar that was stashed with all kinds of food. Fresh fruit, slices of artisan bread, and an old fashioned telephone in order to call room service. In the back of one of the rooms she saw a door-way, also with the door removed, and behind it the tiles of what she assumed was a bathroom.

She was so distracted by the rooms, trying to catch a peek inside, wondering if she'd see one of her fellow green girls sitting on the bed, that she missed the guy she passed who leaned one shoulder against the wall, scrolling through his phone. He looked up when the blonde went by though.

"Taylor? Tay? Is that you?" she heard a familiar voice behind her. It was strange to be in these incredibly unusual surroundings only to hear someone you have spent long nights with.

She turned around and frowned in confusion, but a smile played around her lips when she recognized the stranger. "Marty? What the hell are you doing here?" she said with a chuckle, closing the distance between them and getting up on her tip-toes to kiss both of his cheeks.

Marty was a producer and had worked with Taylor on two of her previous albums. While their relationship was mostly professional, they did form a closer connection when he set up a little recording corner in a cabin in the woods where he and his wife joined Taylor, her then-boyfriend and two song writers in order to lay down parts of her latest record. You can't really help but foment a friendship when you're boxed into a little hut for 14 days and you basically are room-mates.

Marty shrugged and gave her one of his crooked, sly smiles. He was an attractive man, easily standing 6'3 tall and one of the few who were able to make Taylor feel small. Though right now with her heels on they were more eye-to-eye.
"Networking," he stated, "Everyone in the biz is here. Pretty much all of the big deals of my career were made in this building. Hell, I got the job to work on your record because one of the big cats at Universal really loved my plus one three years back." His green eyes squinted suspiciously. "But you? I mean, why are you here? And not as a guest?" He gestured towards her wrist-band and Taylor smiled as she used her other hand to wiggle it around her wrist.

She shrugged coyly and hesitantly admitted, her eyes averted towards the ground: "I guess I heard rumors. Wanted to check it out and..." she sighed, "Here I am!"

Marty nodded his head and let out a chuckle. "Jeez, I hope you were prepared for what awaited you here. I remember when I took Doja Cat as my plus one and she almost strangled me after the first guy got onto her." They both giggled and before an awkward silence could form he asked her: "So how are you getting along with that songwriting? Did you get the address of the guy I sent over the other day?"

"Oh! You mean that Irish guy? I wasn't sure he's the right one. I think he mostly does Folk, right? Singer-songwriter stuff? I didn't-" She froze mid-sentence as she saw Marty just whip out his cock as casually as you would pull out your phone to check it for messages. His eyes never left hers, his face never changed expressions, he just had his dick out. He was hard. And he was large. Huge, actually. The biggest she had ever seen, easily. Pushing 10 inches and by that merit at least 3 inches bigger than the largest she had seen so far.

Slowly Marty began to stroke himself. "Yeah! I figured someone like that would be great for you. Even if you want to go a totally different direction after Folklore." The timbre of his voice was completely unfazed and he just carried on with the conversation while Taylor struggled to tear her eyes away from his cock, seeing its head bounce up and down as he jerked it, his large hand looking small around the shaft of this monster.
"And even if you wanna re-invent yourself," Marty continued, "he has a fantastic ear for music in general and isn't just a one-trick pony. If you throw a poppy track or a dance-hall banger at him I guarantee you that you'll still love the result."

Tay swallowed and nodded, finally able to lift her gaze again, looking at him with a fleeting smile. She went along with him and ignored the massive cock and the fact that he was straight up masturbating to her. But she was obviously flustered and he jerked harder to her reaction to him.
"I'll... I'll definitely give him a call then," she said, biting her lip. Once more her eyes dipped down. Marty let out a grunt as the fleshy, glistening head of his cock pocked forward and brushed against Taylor's thighs. It felt warm and wet, leaving a smear of precum on her skin. Somehow she was reminded of a very large dog sniffing her.

Marty kept it up, now rubbing the head against her thighs pretty much constantly. She could see that even while he acted like everything was perfectly normal his eyes started to glaze over with that slightly cloudy look if increasing arousal. His voice also wavered as he continued: "Awesome! He was over the clouds when I told him I passed you his number. And kind of came crushing down... Ahh... when no call came. He'd love to hear from you, truly. Down on your knees."

The command was so conversational and out of the blue that Taylor needed a moment to understand. She looked into Marty's eyes wondering if she heard right, but the firm look he gave her made her swallow. Slowly she sunk down, her long legs folding up until she was on her knees. The tight dress rode up and fit around her hips like a sweater, exposing her lower ass-cheeks and the plug between them when she planted them down on her ankle-boots, feeling her heels poke her tender skin. His cock was right there now, dangling above her, a shadow across her face. From this perspective it looked incredibly intimidating. Marty never stropped stroking, in fact he sped up now that Taylor was below him, looking up at his dick and going cross-eyed since the head of his cock was so close to her.

"So you'll do that for me, right?" Marty asked.

Taylor blinked a few times rapidly, straightening her eyes again and glanced up past the bouncing head of the cock right in front of her. It was so close that she could smell it, an inch away. Precum-scent was all around her, as was the unique, fleshy smell of a cock that was stroked palm against shaft with no lube. She lifted her brows. "Hmm?" she made quizzically.

She looked rather adorable right now and a soft grunt escaped Marty before he chuckled. "The call, dummy. You'll give my guy a call?"

Taylor quickly nodded. "Oh that! Yeah, of course! I will-"

A speck of precum got loose due to Marty's high-speed strokes and Taylor felt it splatter over her upper cheek, but it also landed on her eye-lid, gluing that eye shut. She tried to blink it away, failing to move the sticky substance, and then lifted her hand to use the nail of one pinky finger in order to scrape that eye free, giving it a few test-blinks to make sure it was in working order again.

"I will call."

"Good girl," Marty grunted before closing his eyes. Not looking down his hips wandered a bit and Tay found the punishingly large head of his cock pressing against her cheek, bumping into her chin and against her lips. She breathed through her nose, hearing her heart beat in her chest. Following an impulse her lips parted and she let her tongue carefully lick over the head of the bouncing, massive penis. Marty rewarded her with another grunt, this one much more urgent.

"Open up, Taylor," he demanded, "Fuck! I have been waiting for this ever since you were prancing around in your underwear all day long in the cottage. Like a cock-teasing little slut. Tongue out, all the way, angle your head back."

Taylor did her best to follow the commands, looking up with her head back and her mouth wide open. Marty took a step forward and then half-squatted down, causing his fat shaft to rest across her forehead and her hair, while his dangling, heavy balls were met by the warm, soft, damp bed of her outstretched tongue. Instinctively Taylor's lips began to close around the balls, aiming to suck them, but she was stopped by Marty's hand on her shoulder.

"Don't," he said, his voice heavy with lust, "Just sit there, let your mouth be a basin for my balls."

Taylor swallowed and did just that, kneeling there with his cock and balls all over her face, just breathing it all in. She felt the actual heft of his massive erection and wondered if she could even suck it if he told her to. It was truly gigantic. Part of her thought that a dick like this, while impressive to look at, might be actually more of a hindrance. She couldn't think of a girl who would be able to take it without any extensive previous stretching and assumed that no one would be able to take every inch of it anyway.

The flavor of his balls soaked into her saliva, covered her tongue, and finally he lifted back up, continuing his masturbation while looking down on her. Tay attempted to change her position but his free hand was under her chin. He shook his head. "Stay like that. Just like that. Tongue out, looking up. Don't move. You don't participate in this. You are nothing but my jerk-off material. Like so often before."

He formed a ring around the base of his cock with index finger and thumb and then used the meat like a cudgel, slapping it down in Taylor's forehead, her cheek, her nose and then a few times in a row her tongue. It was so fucking heavy! She winced after each impact, feeling the precum at his tip form roses of wetness all over her face. Finally he stood back up straight and continued to jerk off, fast, hard and firm, determination in his eyes when he looked down on her.

"Fuck yes, that's what you are," he grumbled, muscles in his jaw flexing, "My little cum dumpster, just kneeling there, ready to receive the load. The human tissue I use to wipe up my mess. Oh fuck yes! Yes! Get ready, slut! Here it comes!"

The first squirt of his load had so much pressure behind it that Taylor felt it punch all the way to the back of her mouth, nearly making her gag, her expression threatening to melt away as she heaved. But she remained on her knees, her tongue stayed out and soon he used that tongue to stabilize the head of his cock, laying it down on it as his gently stroking hand milked the rest of his orgasm out into her mouth, cum seeping from his dick after the first few squirts were already gone. Finally his movements slowed down and he lifted his cock up. It had lost some its stability after its orgasm and a string of milky cum dangled from the tip. He gave it a good shake and that string of goo flew and landed across Taylor's cheek, decorating her. Still, she remained as she was, kneeling, both hands on her thighs, head arched back, mouth wide open, tongue out and filled with cum. The scent of his semen was all around her like a cloud, she tasted it constantly.

Marty was breathing heavily and he stowed the unwieldy dick away again, buttoning up his pants without hurry. Only once his belt was tied and his shirt back in did he lean his shoulder against the wall again. "Look at yourself," he said, his voice gentle and amused, "kneeling there, your mouth full of cum. Good little jerk-off bunny, hm? Good little slut? Does this feel right to you? It definitely does to me."

A pair of high-heeled foot-steps could be heard and Lucy Hale and Shay Mitchell came around the corner. The were arm in arm, having pulled some lever to be set up as room-mates together, giggling and in a conversation. At first they were just passing by and moving over to the other side of the hallway.

"Oh my god! Taylor Swift!?" exclaimed Lucy then, "So it was true! Told 'ya! And that means you owe me a hundred bucks."

Shay rolled her eyes and then shook her head. Both girls game closer and looked down to her as she knelt there, her mouth obviously filled with cum, her tongue sticking out. They were giggling.

"Like what you see?" Marty said jovially. He first kissed Lucy on the lips, groping her ass when he did so and then did the same with Shay. "Why don't you two say hello? Spit in her mouth. Give her a treat that is a little bigger still."

The two actresses exchanged a look and then giggled anew, finally shrugging. "I mean..." Shay started, "If she's into that sort of thing, why not?" She walked up close to Taylor and stood above her, Shay's hands holding her hair back when she leaned over. Her puckered lips let out a string of clear saliva that hit her mouth perfectly, adding to the gooey mess already in there.

"My turn now!" Lucy demanded, exchanging places with Shay. She was very short and could easily lean down to Taylor and kiss her cheek. "Mhhh..." she made, "I love that precummy taste on her skin." She then was face to face with the blonde singer, grinning and then spit right into her mouth. "Done!"

Both girls grinned and went up to their tip-toes, kissing Marty's cheeks. "Have fun you two!" Shay said with a wave, wrapping one hand around Lucy's waist and moving on towards their room.

Marty leaned casually against the wall again, finally giving Taylor a nod. "Swallow."

Tay pulled her tongue into her mouth and grimaced at the taste now that the cum washed around inside of her, covering all of her taste-buds. With her lips closed her cheeks were actually a little inflated with her mouthful of fresh semen and spit. She gulped once, then twice and then a big, third time, finally bringing it all down. She was trembling and breathing shakily as she then opened up again, showing off that it was all gone.

Marty gave her a nod and a charming smile, holding out a hand and helping her up gentleman-like. "You did well!" he said spryly as if she had just finished a nice take on her acoustic guitar, "Don't forget that you signed an NDA though. My wife will never hear about this."

Taylor nodded her head and couldn't help but smile. They met for a quick kiss and with a heavy hand Marty patted her ass, sending her on her way and chuckling as even that light butt-pat made her wince due to the plug in her ass.

She was walking as through a haze. That was one of the weirdest things she ever experienced. Yet she still felt almost like on a high. And she was definitely shaky with arousal.


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The deeper she went into the corridor the more curious sights Taylor took in. Some of the rooms were now definitely occupied and she caught glimpses of the inhabitants. In one of them she saw two girls, one long legged redhead sitting in a chair and a much smaller blonde straddling her, their hips grinding, their lips connected in a deep, sensual kiss. A little sign on the door marked it as the room of Karen Gillan and Dove Cameron. And it was room 368B. Just a few more doors over would be her abode.

She walked towards the corner and heard the unmistakable sounds of sex, wet bodies slapping against each other, girly moans muffled by something stuffing a female mouth. Taylor went across the corner and carefully held to the far side of the corridor as she saw a spry young girl get fucked by two men at once, both of them wearing bell-boy uniforms with their pants around their ankles. One of them had the blonde bent over and fucked her from behind while the other had that shock of blonde hair tightly in his fist, moving her head up and down the length of his cock to create a steady GLK! GLK! GLK! sound.

Taylor wasn't sure since the cock stuffing her face distorted her features somewhat, but to her the girl had looked like Kiernan Shipka. And her physique would also match up with that, petite but with some impressive definition to her abs.

Taylor passed another room and inside she saw a brunette on all fours, being railed from behind by a muscular black guy she definitely knew. He was a hip-hop producer who apparently not only sang about his cock being huge, but who could back it up as well. The beauty bouncing on his cock moaned his praises in a lovely UK accent and Taylor had no difficulties at all to recognize Dua Lipa.

Passing on she finally reached her own room. 381B. And to her surprise she found it occupied as well. In the single queen-size bed in the middle of the room knelt a young, gorgeous Asian girl who seemed familiar. Taylor wouldn't have been able to put a name to that face by herself, but luckily the sign on the wall helped. Karen Fukuhara. And reading the name also refreshed Tay's memory, reminding her that she knew her from that online show The Boys, though she did look really nice all cleaned up.


She wore a very pretty white sundress with a pattern of large pink roses and a plunging neck-line as well as a belt around the waist that really played to her petite, gorgeous shape. Yet Karen was not looking at her at all. In fact her attention was entirely directed at the corner of the ceiling, staring up to it intently. Then a needy moan came from Karen's lips and Tay lifted her brows. Biting her lip she gently knocked on the empty door-frame, smiling as her brand-new room-mate spun around.

At first Karen looked ashamed and shocked, but then that melted into an expression of delight. "Oh my god! And I first thought that they made some sort of clerical error when printing the signs. But it is you! That is incredible! How is that even possible?" With that she got to her bare feet and pitter-pattered over the polished hardwood floor to plant a kiss on Taylor's cheek. Not only did she have to go up on her tip-toes for that, Tay also had to sink down into a half-crouch to meet her. When she pulled back she looked puzzled, rising up once again. This time she nuzzled Taylor's cheek, her tongue licking over it. "Mhhh..." Karen made, "Looks like you did have some fun already, love how that cum on your skin tastes!"

"Nice to meet you, Karen," the blonde with the cum-flavored tongue said through a chuckle, "looks like we'll be sharing bunks."

"Yeah we will. I sort of picked the left side of the bed already. So you can have the right. Or the left of course! Though it might be a little sticky."

A grin played around Tay's lips. "I saw that! Looks like you were enjoying yourself when I came in."

With a very pretty blush around her nose Karen looked down, scrunching and un-scrunching her toes. "I guess. But I was just making some progress so I can go to sleep."

Taylor must have looked confused enough that Karen's brows shot up. "Oh wow, you really weren't here before at all? Like, ever? Look!" She pointed to the wall and there were two digital signs. One said 'Taylor Swift - 5' and the other said 'Karen Fukuhara - 4'.

Taylor shook her head and fully stepped inside the room. It smelled like feminine pleasure in here. "I am sorry, I still don't get it."

Karen rolled her eyes and then they lit up with a mischievous light. "Let me show you then, probably easier that explaining it. Here, take a seat." She patted the bed beside her and Taylor placed her plugged ass right there. Karen eagerly crawled onto the bed with her and then laid on her back. Her legs spread and her sundress fell around her waist, exposing her crotch. She was completely shaved and instead of Taylor's pink butt-plug jewel she had a purple one.

Still not quite understanding what this all meant Tay bit her lip as Karen began to shamelessly masturbate next to her. Her fingers wandered around her clitoris in a slow, teasing circle and then pushed deeper down and into the warmth of her fold, exploring her insides. Her hips were gyrating under her touch, helping her sensations along. Taylor's blue eyes wandered from between Karen's legs and their eyes met. The Asian was obviously enjoying herself, lower lip trembling and her eye-lids heavy. She was looking directly at Taylor. She was straight up getting off to her.

The blonde grinned and shook her head. "I still don't have a clue what you're going for, but damn you make it seem appealing." And with that she leaned in and met her room-mate for a kiss, slow-paced, longing and deep. At the same time Taylor's fingertips caressed up and down Karen's inner thighs only to then cup her sex, feeling the burning, damp heat under her palm. The actress withdrew her fingers and let Taylor take over, soon finding herself jolting as Taylor's expert touch made her tremble.

The blonde knew exactly which buttons to push to make a girl feel right, sometimes giving her exclusive attention to her clitoris only to then deprive it of any further direct touches, preventing over-stimulation. Instead she plunged two fingers into the quaking pussy of her play-mate. With her two fingers still buried inside that wet warmth Tay kissed a path down from Karen's neck over her cleavage until she reached her thighs. Karen was on her back with her legs spread wide, knees bent so her bare feet were framing her glistening pussy, while Taylor was on her stomach, her feet up in the air, dangling above the tight, perky swell of her ass. The blonde let her tongue slither over Karen's left foot, from the heel to the big toe, closing her lips around it and giving it a soft suck before letting it go again.

Keeping her two fingers in Karen's pussy and moving them in and out at a slow pace, curling them towards herself in a come-hither motion, Taylor looked deeply into her room-mates eyes, smiling happily as she saw the arousal in the brown eyes grow. While keeping their eyes locked Tay extended her tongue and began to lap over the parted outer folds, licking right where her fingers disappeared in Karen's warmth and helping to lubricate their joyful back and forth. The flavor of the much shorter new friend was all over her pussy, leading Taylor to presume that she had been touching herself for a while already.

"Holy fuck, that's it..." Karen breathlessly let slip under duress, as if she had to squeeze these words out of her slowly fading mind that was overtaken by intense pleasure. "How are you so good at this?"

Taylor glanced up over Karen's flat stomach and into her eyes, and even with the blonde's mouth wide open due to her tongue now performing a sensual dance all around the Asian's clitoris, the mischievous spark was clear as day in her eyes and they tightened as if in a cheeky smile. Taylor said nothing though, instead increasing the speed and rhythm of her tongue-based approach, looking up with intent until Karen failed to return her gaze, instead letting her eye-lids flutter and throwing her head back. She was close, Taylor could feel it in the way her hips jolted up against her digits more frequently now, humping into her caresses, trying to fuck herself on her hand.

Suddenly Karen's eyes flickered open again and she gave Taylor and urgent look, full of desperation and bliss, forehead wrinkled and mouth opening into an O-shape. It seemed like she wanted to say something, to announce her imminent orgasm, yet out came only a hoarse whimper that turned into a shaky moan as the exhale went on. That same quiver in her moan became visible on her inner thighs, muscles tensing up and her ass lifting off the sheets to bump into Taylor's face. She felt the wetness of the orgasm rush past her fingers which were tightly hugged by Karen's quaking pussy, and stain the entire lower half of her face in dew-drops of escalating arousal.

"Mmmhhhffuuuck..." Karen finally moaned, her head dropping back onto the mattress as the orgasm left her weak and drained, "That was amazing."

Taylor removed her fingers but lapped over Karen's outer lips gently, like a cat cleaning herself. Finally her new room-mate managed to prop herself up on her elbows. "Look," she said, her finger pointing to the wall where the display still said: 'Karen Fukuhara - 4' but then the 4 briefly disappeared and was exchanged by a 3.

The singer began to understand. "They are counting our orgasms?"

"Mhm!" Karen made, slowly recovering after her time under Tay's tongue, "Before we are allowed to sleep we have to get that number down to zero. I started working on myself since I was in early. But you still have some work to do." Helpfully she pointed to the dressers. "Don't worry though, they are giving us all kinds of toys to assist us in putting on a good show."

Karen grabbed a remote-control from a nearby night-stand and turned on the large flat screen TV. Tay rolled onto her side and gasped as she saw the pictures. "No way!" she exclaimed. It was the high angle of a room that looked almost identical to the one they were in, just the the two girls on the bed were Morena Baccarin and Jane Levy. The footage was perfectly sharp and high quality, and there also seemed to be microphones picking up every bit of action. They were 69ing and Taylor would not have recognized them if it weren't for the on-screen display showing their names as well as their room-number. Two other numbers were shown, one of them a 5 followed by a stylized sky-scraper and the other a 49 followed by a symbol that looked like a satellite dish.

"These are the viewers that watch from inside the hotel and the ones who tune in from the internet live-feed," Karen explained, "The guests can watch, other girls can watch and all of those who have been here before but couldn't make it this year can watch the streams. Look!"

The girl used the remote control again and opened a list of names, all of them famous, and there were so many of them. Hundreds. She found the entry called: 'Room 381B - Karen Fukuhara, Taylor Swift' and selected it. After a brief delay a similar view from the ceiling corner of their room was shown. It was live, though with a two second delay as Taylor found out when she waved her hand. Karen pressed another button and surfed through other camera views within their room, some of them at hip-height, some more on the floor, one directly above the bed, even multiple views of their bath-room. There really was no privacy here.

"Hey! We're popular!" Karen chuckled and Taylor swallowed as she saw that they were watched by 36 people from inside the hotel and almost a thousand viewers online. "I guess they all want to see what I get up to, no wonder, the last season of my show was pretty popular!" the Asian quipped and Taylor had to smirk. She got up on her knees and moved closer to the blonde, one hand groping her firm ass under that short dress, the other playing with her hair. "No, it's all you," whispered Karen, "Not every day that we have celeb royalty in here. Most famous people make it through this place. It's rare that someone is just talented enough to rise to the top without this unique network to back them up."

She kissed Taylor's neck and the singer let out a content sigh, turning her head to the side to make for easier access. Karen's hand yanked up her dress and her thumb pushed against the plug between her cheeks, making Taylor wince and gasp. "But for now I think I have to pay you back for your help there," the actress whispered in a sultry tone, "Let's see if we can bring those viewer numbers right up."

Taylor nodded and spread her legs, baring her smooth pussy that was already wet with arousal. This would prove to be an exciting night. And the whole next day was still ahead of them.


End of Part 2
 
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Re: Invite Only (Taylor Swift & Various Others)
« Reply #4 on: August 14, 2022, 06:08:48 PM »
Nice job on the second part. Also cool tiny Dua Lipa cameo.
 
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Re: Invite Only (Taylor Swift & Various Others)
« Reply #5 on: August 17, 2022, 03:14:33 PM »
So this is Part 3, finally. I first planned on this being the last part of the finished story, but it grew and grew as I wrote it. It was supposed to be the entire day from Taylor's perspective but ended up being just their adventures right after waking up. Taylor is once more joined by Karen Fukuhara who gets a larger role in this chapter, arguably the leading role.

Warning: This chapter shifts the content severely in some parts, displaying acts of female domination, male humiliation and denial. It also pairs a male more on the ugly side with these gorgeous celebs which is something I often enjoy due to the contrast. So if that is not your cup of tea or you dislike it to the point where it sours your enjoyment of the story as a whole, please be warned and maybe consider skipping this one. That said, the last third of the story goes back to the usual tales about guys using our lovely girls. Consider going there to maybe get a kick or two out of all this nonsense I wrote up.

I hope you find something enjoyable here!

I will hopefully manage to finish this story with a 4th part, though I still have two definite scenes in mind that need to be done before the end. Maybe I can get them into the upcoming part together.

- Snack



Celebs: Taylor Swift, Karen Fukuhara
Kinks: MF, MFF, Mdom, Femdom, Denial, Male Chastity, Humiliation, Premature Ejaculation, Cuckolding


Part 3 - Early Riser

Time melted away as Karen and Taylor got to know each other the evening before. Soon the window showed a clear night-sky, the lights of the city sadly preventing much of the firmament to show, which Taylor clearly remembered thinking when she was on her back, glancing upwards, with Karen between her thighs, putting her tongue to excellent use. First the actress helped Taylor catch up on those mandatory, pre-sleep orgasms and then they were just having fun, pilfering the toy-box and trying out a whole slew of sexual playthings, sharing this lust with each other.

After a while many other guests arrived, taking their rooms and getting to work on their mandatory orgasms as well. The whole floor of the hotel was an absolute mess of moans drifting far and wide, interrupted by grunts of those men who were spending their night meeting one or entire groups of those freely fuckable celebs with a green bracelet around their wrist, as well as orgasmic screams of some girls who found their climax and yelled out those liberating expletives of adult bliss. It was a cacophony and only made Taylor and Karen more eager to just swim on this wave of communal arousal that has enveloped everyone in their vicinity. It was a unique, unparalleled experience and Taylor was glad to have come, even if it was just for this very evening of self-afflicted lust.

Weary and smiling they finally fell asleep completely naked, their asses still plugged, holding onto each other with Karen being Taylor's little spoon in the bed. And that is how they were found by Liam Sterling, a four-year veteran of this hotel's workforce. He was in his early 30s but could easily be mistaken for someone ten years older, his hairline receding quickly and his figure shaped by sugary soft-drinks the corn-starch rich diet of those who rarely cook themselves. He wasn't morbidly obese but definitely overweight. The cleaning staff uniform he wore came in a variety of sizes, yet it seemed that all the ones he tried looked ill-fitting on him, so he just picked the larger one that was available, enjoying the loose fit for the extra comfort.

A man like Liam did not have many tales to tell of his erotic life, and ever since he was part of the workforce during this special time of the year, the things he had taken part in with girls wearing their green bracelets easily accounted for 75% of his entire erotic experiences. Naturally he was still required to perform his tasks as a staffer, and his bosses were quick to weed out those who couldn't handle working around some of the world's sexiest celebrities while they were sexually freely available to those around them. You had to really pick the girls you wanted to be with, he found, and spend your 15 minute break with them. If you could last as long, that is, which always turned out to be the limiting factor for him.

This year he had been very deliberate in his choices. He had walked around with an erection all day, cleaning up the messes in the hallway on floor 27, heading into some of the rooms that were in visible disarray to clean, working around the pretty and usually nude sleepers. He even volunteered to work with Mitchell Trebins to guarantee the morning shift on floor 27, a fellow employee of the cleaning staff who was five years younger than him, visibly fit, though also a bully and a huge asshole, always giving him a hard time.

The lack of doors was actually pretty helpful in getting a drive-by view of just how messy the rooms had become. All you had to do was tune out those supermodel-sexy and naked bodies of sleeping guests lying in the bed in their post-orgasmic dreams. Of course Mitchell had less self-control than Liam and just headed into one of the rooms where Lili Reinhart had just woken up, kissing her urgently and then turning her around, bending her over the couch and fucking her relentlessly. The sound of their sexual exploits still drifted through the hallway to Liam.

The 30 year old had his fill of cleaning up puddles of bodily fluids or the shards of broken vases that landed on the ground after someone was fucked against a nightstand. His break was coming up and while Mitchell may have used it on the first inviting piece of ass he came across, Liam knew exactly how to spend it.

He hesitated in the doorway to Taylor's room, just watching the naked, leggy popstar sleep with the Asian in her arms that Liam did not recognize.
This was her.
This was his dream woman. Sure, he had worked this event before. He fucked girls who were so far out of his league that he would have been invisible to them in their daily lives. Well, fucked them very briefly at least until his premature orgasm caught up with him. But Taylor?

She was roughly around his age and for as long as he could remember he saw her as female perfection. Ever since he was aware of her as the 18 year old Country-Pop sensation she had been on his mind when he was alone in bed and touching himself. He collected her pictures and talked to perverts online about all the ways she was a bad, bad girl. And here she was, three steps away from him, completely naked and with the scent of her orgasm still lingering in the air. He must have cum dozens of times to her. Hundreds.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." he whispered under his breath as a bout of performance anxiety threatened to overwhelm him. No, not this time. He had to make this count, he just had to be able to last a little longer with her!

Liam took a deep breath and straightened his ill-fitting uniform, slowly entering the room. His steps were deliberate and towards the bed in the center of the room, yet the expression on his face was weary and insecure. The closer he came the more rich the feminine smell around the two gorgeous dreamers, the better he could make out Taylor's tall, lanky, long-limbed shape. His eyes followed the sensual line from her shoulder over her bare chest, dipping down into her waist only to rise up into the almost sexual swell of her hips that then gave way to her plump, bare ass-cheeks and those famously toned thighs.

He swallowed and then lifted his hand, hesitating. The rules during this event were pretty clear and if he wanted he could just wake her by ramming his cock right into her pussy. He could do it too! The way they laid there on their sides, legs pulled up, Taylor's pussy was exposed and the glistening jewel of her butt-plug was clearly visible between her cheeks. That wasn't him though. He guessed that yes, he wanted to fuck this girl that was just so obviously not in his class, but he didn't want to be an asshole about it. So he started to grope her butt and her upper thighs, slowly trying to wake her up.
Well, he didn't want to be a huge asshole about it. Waking her up to get his dick in her was totally in the cards!

"Taylor?" he asked timidly, his voice low, "Taylor Swift?"
Briefly he followed that familiar path into self-loathing for adding her last name. Yeah, right... Lots of Taylors here, he just had to make sure.

But then even that self-pity had no place in his head anymore since the Queen stirred and Taylor gave him a tired look from half-lidded blue eyes.

"Ugh, hmm?" she made, looking first at him and then around to recognize her surroundings.

Just feeling her eyes on him was incredible. He had masturbate to her so many times. Hundreds of pathetic, hand-humping climaxes that ended up in a tissue. But now the real thing was in his hand! He gave her ass another squeeze.

"I was just wondering if I could fuck you, Taylor?" he asked with what he thought was a polite smile.

The blonde raised her brows and the furrowed them and for a moment it seemed as if she seemed confused, caught between dream and reality. "What?"

He lifted his wrists and tapped it. "Green light. Remember?"

Taylor took a few seconds to understand and then lifted her own hand above her head, looking at the bracelet with the green light. All the things that happened last night came back to her and she understood now. She smiled as she hugged her arms around Karen, softly kissing the top of her head, smelling her own scent on those black tresses. Yeah, the actress had gotten rather intimately close to her the night before. From further away the sounds of sex drifted to them, flesh slapping against flesh. Someone was getting fucked and she was not quiet about it, moaning out her lust and admitting loudly to being: "A tight little fuckdoll! Oh yes, harder! Fuck that ass, baby!" She had no idea it was Lili Reinhart.

A lot more cognizance was in her blue eyes now as she lifted her head from the sheets and glanced up and down the fairly unsightly cleaning staffer with his hand on her ass. The blonde nodded.
"Yeah, sure I guess..." she said in her morning voice, "Let me just get up and you can..."

He shook his head, giving her that same polite smile. "No need! I can just do it like this, wouldn't be a bother at all. You can lay down and just relax, I will be done super quick." His voice was hurried and overly excited, trying to make a good impression.

Taylor let out a soft chuckle and gave him a one-shoulder shrug. "Sure, suit yourself." She plopped her head down into the pillow and sighed contently as she kissed Karen's neck.

Liam's finger dipped from her ass and over her pussy, making the pop-star wiggle her hips invitingly. She was still a little sore from the night before and it looked like he hadn't exactly made her wet with his bed-side talk, but he had a solution for that as well. Like a man who had locked himself out of his apartment and now hunted for his keys he patted over his pockets, finally finding that small plastic bottle of lube in the inside-pocket of his jacket. With shaky hands he undid his belt and then felt his slightly too large pants drop right around his ankles. He got out his cock and let some of the lube drip on it, using his hand to spread it around.

His dick was actually quite average, perhaps 5 inches in length, but the fact that he was on the heavier side made his gut hang over it, letting it appear a fair deal smaller. Another squirt of lube on his fingertips and he reached out to spread it over Taylor's pink, puffy outer folds, feeling his digits slither over the absolutely supple opening and slide easily down into her heated inside. He swallowed as he pushed one finger in and softly spread the lube there as well. Taylor let out a tired little moan and Liam felt his dick twitch three times. He clenched his jaw and scolded himself internally to fucking pace himself.

He put the lube away and knelt down on the bed. His heavy weight that in its sum was more than Taylor and Karen brought onto a scale together made the bed creak and lower down into a valley.

"Okay, okay, okay, okay..." he whispered more to himself than to her, "You can do this. Easy. Just take your time."
 
One of his hands was on the side of Taylor's ass, pushing her body up just a little bit, the other was around the base of his cock. It was so stiff and slippery that he lost grip of it and felt it slap up against his belly. He winced and let out a grunt but then aimed himself at Taylor's now glistening and inviting pussy again. The fleshy head of his dick pushed through and separated the outer folds, but in this awkward angle since Tay laid on her side he had to poke around a little until he finally found what he was going for. But when he found it he slowly pushed forward, fully aware that the singer would probably not be at the height of her arousal right now, so he went slowly, pushing forward one inch, then back, then one inch more inside, then back again, always feeling for any resistance, any sign of discomfort from the blonde.

"Mmhh..." Taylor purred, her head still laying on the sheets but he could see the smile on her lips, "Quite a way to wake up."

Liam swallowed, unable to believe that this moment actually happened and wasn't just a dream. His hips moved back and forth slowly until her butt pressed against his stomach and prevented further entry. Not that more was necessary. He was writhing in pleasure, feeling the tight inner walls of Taylor surround him. It was pure pleasure, pure bliss. He clenched his eyes shut and then stared up to the ceiling, pleading with himself to hold out, to make it last.

Tay didn't moan out, but her breathing became unsteady, sometimes forcing her to gasp-inhale. He was not gifted with a large cock, and he was also clumsy and overly hesitant in the way he fucked her, but the physical sensations were still there, and after all the time spent cumming last night she was receptive enough to make any stimulation of her pussy feel amazing. And even these subtle, small signs of her arousal were enough to rock Liam's world.

As the bed creaked under Liam's heavy-bodied thrusts and the soft sounds of his belly meeting Taylor's ass could be heard someone else started to stir. Karen squirmed in Taylor's arms, emerging from the fog of sleep and blinking her eyes against the early morning sun a few times. Soon she recognized the movement of the bed and the sound of flesh against flesh and she lifted her head, looking back at Taylor who was glancing down on her with a soft smile and the faint cloudy veil of arousal in her eyes.

"Morning," Tay greeted her, kissing her cheek.

"Hey," Karen replied and then squirmed out of Taylor's embrace to glance back curiously. She looked at the huge guy on their bed fucking her new friend and their eyes met. "Whoops! Hey there to you too!" she purred, her voice still sounding sleepy but definitely more chipper and upbeat than Taylor's at this hour.

The naked actress got up on her knees and turned to Liam, her hands on Taylor's body, one hand squeezing her nipple until the blonde winced and the other groping her thighs. "Looks like you two are getting up to some fun without me," the short girl said with a grin. She leaned in and planted her chin on Taylor's thigh, her face now only inches away from the spot where Liam slapped against the pop-star in an unsteady, clumsy, not very deep penetration.

"Mind if I lick you were you fuck?" she asked towards Liam, though the casual tone with which she said it was more akin to someone asking if this chair was taken.

"I- I don't know..." Liam stammered.
"Yeah, go for it!" encouraged Taylor at the same time, lifting one of her legs at an angle so her pussy was accessible to her room-mate. This pose meant that Liam could push into her in an even more shallow penetration. He was perhaps two inches deep inside her now, making for a very awkward little wiggle of his hips rather than full thrusts.

Karen grinned and went for it, getting on all fours with her plugged ass up in the air and her mouth between Taylor's thighs. Liam closed his eyes and shook his head. This was too much! They were too hot!

When the other girl's tongue slithered from Taylor's clitoris down to her stretched opening and then over his shaft he had to stop even with his shallow thrusts. He gasped sharply. Karen mistook his pausing for an invitation to give him more dedicated oral attention, forming a ring with her fingers around the base of his cock and pushed back, making him drop from Taylor's pussy. She engulfed his average dick with her warm mouth and let her tongue explore its veiny surface. But then her previously so eager eyes suddenly frowned with a mix of surprise and curiosity.

Liam couldn't handle it. This was the moment, he was sure of it, he would just cum. Not only was his dick in his favorite celeb of all time, the one woman he had fantasized more about than any other, it was also sucked by this very pretty girl who also was so far out of his class that she shouldn't even exist around someone like him. But suddenly Karen stopped sucking him, her tongue still, the grip of her fingers around the base of his cock tightening vice-like.

"Hey!" the Asian denounced as she spat his dick out, "He almost came!" She had to giggle at that, asking towards Taylor: "Have you guys been going for a while?"

Taylor's eyes sparkled with amusement and she shook her head. "Not even a minute," she stated and Liam swallowed and felt that urgent need to cum subside due to his shame. It felt weird! Seeing these two girls who were so very much out of his league exchange an amused look while Karen's hand was still keeping him in her firm grip. He was supposed to be the one in control, he was supposed to enjoy them!

"No, I am fine," he defended himself, using his hand to peel Karen's fingers off his dick, "I can keep going, it was just that I didn't expect you to suck me, okay?"

The actress pouted a little bit when her hand came loose, but she shrugged at his statements. "Well, maybe." She retreated a little bit, placing her chin on top of Taylor's hip, glancing down to her ass. "Go on then," she invited Liam, "Put it in again! No licking this time, I swear."

The staffer swallowed and glanced down, seeing Taylor prop herself up on one elbow, looking back at him and Karen looking up, right above the singer's so incredibly inviting and lube-shiny pussy. Two pairs of eyes mustering him expectantly. His cock twitched in his hands and he felt the anxiety of failing, of cumming too quickly come over him like so often before. But today could be different! He already managed to be inside her for a good long while. He just had to pace himself.

Liam stepped up and let his annoyance about the subtle smirks he saw in Taylor's as well as Karen's lips air out by spanking the blonde's ass, making her wince and bite her grinning lip. She seemed to like that. The Asian chuckled. "Yeah that's it! Show that little slut who's boss!" she encouraged their new playmate. The dirty talk made his cock twitch three times in a row and he touched it very gingerly to align it with Taylor's pussy yet again.

The bed creaked under his weight as he pushed his hips forward and then he felt the warm, wet embrace of that divine, high-class cunt again. Slowly he pushed deeper, all the way until his stomach prevented a deeper penetration, then back again and slowly forward, more quickly this time. A little shake went through Taylor's body at the impact and the hottest thing about it was that she seemed to react to his cock in her, she seemed to enjoy it, eyes closing, lips pressed to a thin line as she let out a stifled moan.

It encouraged him to go harder, to give her more of that feeling, finding a rhythm, building up a pace, his stomach meeting her lovely, pert ass with a 'slap!-slap!-slap!' sound.

And then suddenly he had to stop, his dick half-way inside of Taylor, his hands tense on her ass, his eyes clenched shut.

"What's going on?" Karen asked in an innocent sing-song voice, "Just a little pause?" He looked down at her, seeing that gloating smile. "Or maybe you almost blew your load again? This must be a new record though, I counted up to 13 seconds, that's the time you could last fucking Tay!" The blonde giggled at that from beside her and Liam could actually feel the giggles inside of her pussy, his cock twitching, painfully close to a climax.

There was effort and strain on his face as he did all he could to hold on when he very slowly and gently pulled out of the world-famous singer, slouching in disappointment as his cock finally came free and bounced up and down his waist as if it protested being denied that relief of orgasm yet again for the second time in quick succession. He held his cock in a careful grip and glanced over to the grinning girls with trepidation in his eyes.

Taylor had gotten more interested in this little distraction as well now and she got up from her position lying on the side, kneeling on the bed next to Karen. Even with both of them on their knees she was a whole head taller than the dark-haired beauty.
"So?" Karen asked cockily, "What are we gonna do about this little problem of yours?" She lifted her brows, still smiling, "'Cause it does seem to be a pretty persistent issue for what it's worth. Any more excuses to make?"

He shook his head and gave them an apologetic look, defensively lifting the hand that did not hold his cock. "It must be that it's Taylor, I guess," he suggested, "I am, well, I guess a fan?" The blonde gave him a wink and blew him a kiss before giving Karen a much steamier kiss on the cheek, "At least in the sexual fantasy sense? I mean, it's probably just all those erotic dreams catching up with me and when I do it I just can't hold back."

Almost immediately Taylor's eyes lit up. "Hey! Don't worry too much about it! We're not really passing judgment or anything. Just having a bit of fun. Just some friendly teasing. And it does seem to me like you don't mind." Her finger made a squirmy, pointing gesture towards his crotch, "Each time my friend here mocks you I can see that eager worm make an excited dance for her. I could even feel it when it was in me." She paused and then added: "Briefly anyway." Which again caused his dick to jump in his hand, much to Karen's and Taylor's amusement.

"But if it's Taylor then maybe we can deal with that," Karen helpfully put forth. With eager movements she crawled around on the bed, turning her back to Liam, face down in the sheets, ass up, swaying her hips invitingly from side to side. He had to admit the view was amazing. Her pussy was pink and looked incredibly soft. And in contrast to Taylor she was definitely wet already. Maybe teasing him was some sort of turn-on to her?

"God yes..." Liam whimpered, stepping up to that ass shaking for him. He let his hand slide over the round, soft skin and then came down on it with a firm spank, luring a gasp and then a giggle from Karen.

Taylor was kneeling on the bed beside her, watching with wide blue eyes, full of curiosity and delight. He noticed that her hand had slipped between her legs and her fingertips danced lightly around the little nub of her clitoris. "Go get her, tiger," she encouraged him with only a hint of a taunt in her voice, "I am rooting for you."

Liam swallowed and nodded his head, looking like a man about to perform a chore rather than someone who got to stick his cock into an astonishingly beautiful girl. He aligned his cock with Karen's pussy and then navigated his tip to her folds, moving it up and down and pushing forward with his hips a little to find the opening. And when he found it both of his hands grabbed her heart-shaped ass-cheeks.

The moment he thrust forward the short but stunning Asian said in a matter of fact tone of voice, seemingly unbothered by that dick pushing into her: "One... Two... Three..."

Taylor couldn't contain her giggle but held a hand over her mouth. "You are the worst, Karen!" she accused the actress.

The staffer with his uniform pants around his ankles pushed into Karen's pussy and he could barely contain himself. Already he started to pace his thrusts, to deliberately keep them shallow.

"Four... Five... Six... Seven..."

"Wait! Wait!" Liam pleaded, coming to a stop. He felt his cock twitch violently in Karen's pussy and a hoarse little grunt tumbled from his mouth. The look on his face was one of panic. Quickly he pulled out of the girl and for a moment he thought it was too late, but then his quickly throbbing cock made one more big twitch, leaking just a small droplet of precum.

Both Karen and Taylor could not contain their laughter then, the actress giggling out loudly while the blonde at least held a hand in front of her mouth, feeling kind of bad to laugh this much at a self-professed fan.

"Seven seconds!" Karen laughed triumphantly, getting up on her knees and hugging Taylor to exchange a quick kiss with her. "Last time I checked it was 13 seconds for you. So I got him to the edge way faster!"

Taylor rolled her eyes and shrugged. "That's just because he is hanging on by a thread because I am around. You see the look in his eyes when he stares at me? That boy loves me. Like, flesh-lust cum-all-over-himself loves me."

During their playfully competitive and somewhat hurtful banter Liam just focused on his breathing, glancing down to his cock that was brimming with hardness, just begging for release. He barely dared touch it now. All he need was a moment to cool off.

Karen was very much interested in his dick, turning around on the bed to face him, her eyes just inches away from his crotch. She glanced up to him. "What's the matter, stud?" she asked, "Still out of your mind because Taylor is here?" Mischief sparkled in her soulful, dark eyes, "Maybe we can last a little longer if she steps outside? Just a moment. I would love to see you make it past ten seconds for me too. You think you can do that?" She glanced back and forth between Taylor and Liam, directing her questions to both of them.

Taylor shrugged and pouted. "I mean... This has been pretty fun and I'd love to see the end of it." She glanced at Liam and pursed her lips. "You think you will be able to last if I wasn't around? Just for a bit?"

Karen nodded and perked up. "How about this? You last in me for 30 seconds and Taylor will suck your cock. All they way to completion. Wouldn't that be nice? Your dream girl? The one you fantasize about so, so much? And all you have to do is just make sure your little mister between your legs does his job for 30 friggin' seconds. If you like I can count silently this time. Something tells me that it pushed your buttons a little bit when I did it loudly. One of those guys, huh?" She grinned and scrunched up her nose and the mix of feisty teasing and honest playful flirting in her voice and demeanor was enough to send a shiver through Liam.

Finally he nodded his head. "Yes, that sounds good. I guess I won't be able to be the best lay of Taylor this weekend. But just cumming in her mouth would be a dream come true. Even if it only lasts five seconds."

Taylor nodded and got up from the bed, stretching her long limbs, her naked body on display. "That's the deal then." She walked over to Liam on bare feet and grabbed the tie of his uniform, pulling him in. "Go show her a good time, huh? I'd love to make my fan feel good." With a gentle sway in her ass she patted over the carpet on bare feet and to the door-frame, stepping through it and resting her back against the corridor wall with a grin on her lips. She was out of sight, but she still wanted to remain in ear-shot. No way she was going to miss out on Karen's juicy teasing!

In the room Karen looked at her current toy, which is pretty much what Liam was at this point. A welcome form of early morning entertainment. She was a little less hyped up with Taylor gone, the actress in her naturally trying to put on a show for her friend.

"How are you holding up?" she asked in a calm voice. Though she directed her question at Liam's throbbing cock rather than his face.

"He's... he's alright, I guess," the low-wage staffer replied, "I feel better already."

"Wanna try again?" she suggested eagerly while kneeling up on the bed.

Liam chewed on his inner cheek and shook his head. "There's a lot on the line. I think I will try to calm down a little, you know? Just take a breather."

The actress nodded and gave him a compassionate look. She scooted over on the mattress and patted the spot beside her.

He understood and sat down, looking a little silly with his pants around his ankles and his shiny cock standing off at a steep ankle from his hips, right underneath the bulge of his stomach.

"You know, it's not so bad, right?" Karen soothingly explained, "I think you have a premature ejaculation problem. But I also think you can make it work for you."

He gave her a confused, maybe even a little offended look. But Karen quickly continued, not giving him a chance to speak: "We have been teasing you, yeah. But when we did I saw that it worked on you. It worked you up. Really badly. You got turned on by it. I think part of why you lasted only 7 seconds in me..." Her lips pulled up in a quick flash of a smile when she recounted the very small number, a smile that grew broader when she saw his dick twitch in response to it, "was because it felt humiliating and that turned you on. Yeah, I am not Taylor. I am not your dream girl. But the way I talk to you and tease you makes you so fucking needy to cum. Doesn't it?"

He squirmed around but seemed unsure. Karen put a hand on his shoulder and with gentle pressure motioned for him to lay on his back which he readily did. She knelt beside him and from this perspective his dick didn't even look that small, standing upright and firm. The girl very carefully wrapped her hand around it, mindful of the fact that Liam was probably rather close.

"Maybe you are lying to yourself," she softly cooed, her lips so close to his ear that he could feel her breath on his neck, "You think of yourself as this stud fucking girls because you wrongly believe that is the only thing you can be, but really you are something else. Right?" He seemed confused and uncertain, glancing up to her. The Karen smiled menacingly. She put on an authoritative, cold glare and in a sharp, insulting way said: "Quickshot."

He made a sound of protest but she felt the cock in her hand jump with eager approval.

"Two-pump-chump."

Another jolt going through his cock.

"Seven second Premie."

His eye-lids fluttered and his hips pushed up against her palm, which led her to quickly release it, denying him this way to garner stimulation.

"Pathetic little loser. Beta-bitch. Hand-humping, needle-dick reject."

His dick put on a touch-craving dance for her and she wore a self-satisfied smile and placed her hands on her hips, giving him a meaningful glance. She leaned down to him, very close to his ear again, one hand caressing his scarce head of hair. "You loooove this stuff. You thrive on it. Stop being afraid of it. Explore it. You can either be desperate because you perform like a loser in bed. Or you can follow your instincts and get fucking turned on by it." Her lips kissed his cheek. "You have no ideas what pleasures could await you the moment you start being honest with yourself. Don't act like something you're not, something you can never be."

Suddenly a thudding sound could be heard from the hallway and they both looked that way, Liam getting up on his elbows, still not sure what to make of the things Karen told him and the actress on her knees with a worried look on her face.

"Taylor? Everything alright?" she called out.

Another thud. And then a wet, smacking sound. Two figures entered through the missing door. Taylor in all her nude glory and another man in the same cleaning staff uniform that Liam wore, yet he filled it much better, his broad shoulders making him even look a little dapper and capable, like a pornstar dressed in a handyman uniform for a scene. He was kissing the blonde pop-star firmly, making out with her, and Taylor replied to the kisses in kind, her hands wandering over his body, feeling his muscled limbs through his clothes. One of his hands was between Tay's legs, working quickly to finger her and putting a needy, highly aroused look on her face.

Liam stood up from the bed immediately, looking rather awkward with his pants around his ankles and his gut dangling over his erection. "Mitchell?" he called out his co-worker. That was the asshole and bully whose shift he had to join in order to get his shot at Taylor. And now said asshole was making out with his favorite girl right in front of his eyes. And to his horror she wasn't just into it a little, she seemed to absolutely love it, her lips trembling as she let out a moan during a brief reprieve where Mitchell looked over to Liam. He was handsome, chiseled and toned, tall and attractive. Someone like him could easily be an actor or at the very least an extra.

"Liam?" he asked in the brief moment where he took his eyes off his newest conquest. "Did you know that Taylor Fucking Swift is part of this whole shit this year? I mean, holy fuck! And she was just standing naked in the hallway like she was waiting for someone to pick her up and fuck her dumb brains out. I already spent my 15 minute break on some fuckdoll a couple of rooms over. But I just GOTTA use this opportunity. Hey buddy, any chance I could take your 15 minute break today and use it to put my dick in Taylor? Please man, don't ruin this for me."

Liam couldn't believe it. This fucking guy. He felt all the years of pent up anger over his brutish, dumbass behavior boil up in him and almost wanted to go into a bellowing tirade about how he could even ask for something like this. But instead when he opened his mouth he timidly said: "What? I mean, didn't you just cum? You think you can go again?"

Instead of answering him directly Mitchell yanked Taylor's head back by her hair, burying his face in her neck and showering it with kisses. Her eyes were closed, her teeth biting her lip, yet a moan still came from her mouth. Genuine, primal arousal on her face. It looked so different from the slight sensations she displayed as Liam's dick was in her. Mitchell's other hand was quickly undoing his zipper and his cock was out. It was rock-hard and easily 7 inches long, perfectly groomed and shaped, straight and with veins that only accentuated its appearance. If a dick could look delicious it was this one.

"Be a good girl and suck it," Mitchell grunted and the naked popstar hurried down to her knees. From his angle Tay's back was turned to him, so Liam couldn't see the blowjob directly, but he saw the way Taylor's head bobbed back and forth eagerly and heard the 'glk-glk-glk-glk' sounds of a blowjob that almost at once pushed against her tonsils.

"God yes, fuck you're hot!" Mitchell moaned. One of his hands landed on Taylor's head in a proprietary way, giving it a patronizing pat before he made a fist and grabbed her hair, using that grip to make her blowjob speed up. Sputtering and gagging sounds could be heard.

"Are you kidding me?" he said through pressed lips, "This is fucking Taylor Swift? Of course I am ready to go again! I mean look at her do her thing." He gave his co-worker an annoyed look. "I swear if you fuck this up for me I will make your life a living hell."

That amount of entitlement, the crudeness. The way Taylor fell for him and he did things Liam saw himself doing in his own head a hundred times before while masturbating at home. Suddenly he felt a hand around his dick. He winced and looked to the side, looking into Karen's grinning face. She gave him a wink and then said towards the stud fucking Taylor's face: "That's totally cool! He will give his break to you, no issue at all."

The overweight hotel worker looked shocked and hurt as he saw Karen crouch down and pick up his underwear and pants up from the ground, pulling them up and closing buttons and belt, patting her hand against his lap. Of course he twitched under that touch.

"Thanks a lot, hot stuff!" Mitchell grunted amidst a leering, lingering glance at Karen as he used both of his hands to firmly press Taylor down on his dick. She was squirming on her knees and then her hands pleadingly patted against his thighs. With one hand he swatted hers away, the other keeping her in place. "If you're a good girl you can get a taste of this dick later on as well. Know your place though. This is mostly about Taylor for me."

"Oh wow, thanks a lot!" Karen replied with genuine gratitude as Taylor was finally free to pull her head back, wheezing and coughing with spit dangling down her face.

Mitchell pulled Taylor up by her wrist and kissed her, not caring about the messy strings of spit decorating her mouth. His hand spanked her ass firmly and it gyrated with need against him, her fingers massaging his slick cock. "Just make sure you actually do some work while I fuck this Country ditz, okay? If they check the camera feed and see me take a double break while you just sit on your fat ass we're gonna be in trouble. Got it?"

Liam looked defeated and lowered his eyes, nodding his head. "Yeah I guess. I will start in the bathroom."

Like in a daze he took slow steps through the room, passing Taylor and Mitchell. The blonde was now turned to the wall, both of her hands against it, bent over at the hips with her feet further apart than her shoulders were wide. Mitchell had one hand in her hair, yanking it back and the other landing firm spanks on her ass which already looked reddened.

The cart with their cleaning supplies was outside and Liam took the bucket and the mop for the bathrooms like he had already done a dozen times today. On his way back he saw that Mitchell was now fucking Taylor from behind, his dick stretching the pink lips of her pussy open right under the round jewel of the butt-plug. A pussy that was soaking wet and not with lube but with her own juices. The pace of the fuck was chillingly fast and merciless, Mitchell's hips ramming the famous ass so firmly that the blonde sometimes had to re-adjust her stance to maintain her balance, her fingernails scraping the paint on the wall. Taylor made guttural moaning sounds that Liam had never heard from a woman he had sex with. Not even close. For a second that stretched into a minute in the denied cleaner's head he locked eyes with Taylor, seeing them clouded with almost mindless, pure lust before those same eyes rolled back, unable to maintain focus.

His path brought him into the bathroom and the heavy sounds of ruthless sex were muffled a little bit, still all around him but not right in his face. He sighed as he glanced around. Two suction cup dildos were mounted on the wall. Probably one of the spots where Karen and Taylor were working off their pre-bed orgasms last night, bouncing under the shower side by side while holding hands, exchanging kisses. With a sideways pull Liam got them off the wall and then used a rag from a bucket to wipe down the surfaces around him.

One room over Taylor was getting vocal: "Oh god yes! Fuck me harder! Please! God, I love it! Spank me please!" SPANK! "More please!" SPANK!

Liam winced as he heard a tender voice speak up right next to him. "How does this feel?" asked Karen. He turned around and there she was, perfectly beautiful, naked and unashamed. There was a teasing smile on her lips.

He lowered his eyes. "I... I don't know. I think I hate it. But part of me..." He couldn't bear to finish the sentence and Karen laughed softly.

"I know which part," she teased, "I have seen it twitch and bounce like a little worm when Taylor got acquainted to your friend out there. Hell, I see it twitch right now every time he spanks her!" Another bright giggle. Her hands reached out and she caressed him through his shirt, her cheek against his, pressing her lips against the side of his mouth. "And he is definitely at it for longer than seven seconds now."

He wanted to feel bad, wanted to complain but her hand was right on his crotch, feeling him twitch under her palm. He didn't look at her but felt the triumphant smile on her lips with their cheeks pressed against one another. "This is the stuff that makes up the dreams of men like you. Pathetic little jerk addicts who can't go a day without spilling their seed over their own fists while ogling girls who are miles and miles out of their league. Needy little premie-quickshots." More steamy kisses to his cheek, then his ear.

"I got a reward for you though, big boy," Karen cooed, "Come."

She brought him to his feet and then hooked her arm into his, making him stand right in front of the toilet. She grabbed the seat with her bare toes and pushed it back, leaving the toilet open underneath him. Then her deft hands undid his belt, sending his pants around his ankles yet again. She patted the wall behind the toilet. "Hands right here, big boy. Just like Tay did when the guy so expertly fucked her from behind."

Liam hesitated but then put both of his hands on the cold tiles of the bathroom wall. "I hate him. He's an asshole and a bully."

Karen pulled his bland underwear down and grinned. "That should make it even better for you. The girl of your dreams? The one you almost got to fuck today? Getting absolutely pummeled into submission by someone who you don't even like? And who uses your own break to do it?"

Again he wanted to protest, but her hand closed around his dick, feeling it throb at her words.

"Oh this shouldn't take long at all, my good little premie" she purred. Her hand adjusted its position, trying to get a good grip on his dick. But it was too late already.

It was too much for Liam. The sounds of hard, fast sex from the room outside, Taylor moaning out her lust in what seemed to be a leg-shaking orgasm, and Karen whispering soft but perfectly hitting insults into his ear? He was done. He came. Or he would have cum if Karen had managed a full grip of his erection. Instead she was in the middle of grabbing it again when it jolted up in his orgasmic eruption, and the squirt of cum over her hands made her fingers so slippery that she failed to properly grab him again. Liam whimpered in defeat. Even his premature orgasm was ruined after not even a single stroke. He came before she jerked him one time. He panted as his cum oozed and dripped joylessly from the head of his penis and into the toilet bowl underneath.

Karen laughed and shook her hand, sending further droplet down to the floor. "How fitting," she whispered, "The one climax you will ever have with Taylor close by and you have a ruined orgasm." She wiped her hand on the shirt of his uniform. "Look down, loser." Her voice was sharp but quiet, so humiliating yet exciting him with every syllable. It was the hottest thing he ever heard. "That is where your load belongs. Your hot friend out there is getting ready to pump his cum into Taylor. Maybe he will squirt in her pussy. Maybe all over her face? Maybe she will swallow every drop. But you? It's right there in the toilet. Trash, ready to be flushed away. Refuse. Not quite yet though."

Karen, who had pressed her short body against his from behind this whole time was suddenly gone and Liam waited, suddenly feeling extremely silly, leaned up against the bathroom wall with his dick softening and shriveling up, leaking remnants of his cum into his underwear.

The young actress was right back by his side though and she held something in her hands. "The toybox they left us in our room really has stuff for every occasion. Double-dildos so Tay and I can fuck ourselves to sleep? Check! The ones with suction cups so we can ride the wall under the shower? Check! Vibrators that we can hold to our clits while the other eats us out? Check! But they even have a little something for when a guy wants his girl to take control..."

Wordlessly she presented the toy in her hand to him. It was a sturdy looking wire-frame of metal, shaped unmistakably like a very small phallus, with a ring where the balls would be. "This is a chastity device," she explained, "For men. The ring goes around the balls and the cage around your cock. Can all be locked tight with a pad-lock. It will be really difficult to even get hard once you wear it. Masturbation should be impossible. Though I heard that some guys are able to ruin their orgasms by either holding a vibrator to the cage or by fucking their ass with a dildo." She chuckled softly. "Maybe one day you will be desperate enough to try both of those."

She obviously knew what she was doing as she used her fingertips to wiggle the loose skin of his scrotum into the ring, pushing it through together with his cock. Then she added the cage part, fitting it around his by now soft penis. The shape helped accommodate him, but only barely. It was a tight fit. With deft movements the pad-lock was threaded through a little latch that connected the ring-part to the cage-part. Both keys of the padlock were still dangling from it, connected by a small key-ring.

"Ready?" she whispered with the same seductive energy as if she was asking someone if they wanted to get blown by her. Then both of her hands pushed the lock together.

CLICK!

And it was tightly secured. Lazily Karen angled the chastity cage from left to right, pulled on it. Both parts were fused neatly together and his cock and balls were pulled along with it. He felt himself twitch against his new prison, for the first time experiencing the way it restricted him. He swallowed.

And then Karen pulled the two keys out of the lock. No way out now. She held them in her palm, let him get a good look at them. And then her palm tilted to the side and both keys dropped into the toilet with a soft splash.

Liam was speechless. He couldn't believe it, breathing heavily. Yet his cock was throbbing against his cage already. Usually he needed way longer between orgasms to get it up again.

"What are you doing?" he asked breathlessly looking down on the keys in the water of the toilet.

Karen made a purring sound, letting her fingernails scrape over his back through his shirt, once more causing him to twitch hard enough that the padlock rattled against his cage.

"I am just removing a useless little premature ejaculator from the dating pool." Her voice was poison and delicious honey at the same time. Liam was more turned on than ever before in his life. Her audacity, her hands on his body, so close to her, the sounds of Taylor being fucked next door, it was all so much that he shivered.

"Look down," Karen invited him. "See the flakes of your useless cum in the water of the toilet? See the keys that could bring your cock back out of its prison?" She waited a few breaths, waited until he nodded his head. Then her command was dry, to the point, delivered with the sweetest, kindest voice: "Flush that garbage away."

Liam was breathing heavily, his cock twitching in his cage so rapidly that the rattle of the lock now was a steady tick-tack. He couldn't believe that he was doing it as his hand lifted and came to rest on the button. And then he pushed it. Water rushed and filled the toilet bowl, the swirl taking away his useless cum, obscuring his vision of the keys down in the water. And once the rush of water settled down again there was only the white porcelain of the toilet-bowl. No cum. No keys.

"Good boy."

He was so focused on the toilet bowl and what wasn't there that he didn't look back at Karen. But he heard the gloating smile in her words to him. Words that once again pushed a button inside him. His arousal was pressing against the cage now and he wished so very much that he had a way out of it. He felt like he could cum again right away, not even three minutes after his ruined orgasm, so turned on was he. But that was over. Maybe for now, maybe forever.

A flat-handed slap to his bare ass made him wince and Karen giggle. "You better pull those pants up and get to work though. This didn't take too long so I don't think your sexy friend will get in trouble if they check the tapes. If you are a busy little bee, that is. And I? I guess I will head out and join Taylor. Maybe he will also give me some of that dick."

Just as she was about to go she paused, glancing down to the toilet. Following an impulse she leaned down, two of her fingers scooping up a big, gooey, white glob from the side of the toilet. His cum. She held those fingers up, rubbed her thumb through the substance, creating a little messy thread between her digits. No words needed to be spoken. She held them out towards him and Liam closed his lips around them, slurping the liquid off while the much shorter girl grinned.

With another kiss to his cheek she left him behind in the bathroom and he pulled up his pants and then began to clean, the soundtrack of the rough fuck in his ears. What the hell had just happened?



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Taylor held on for dear life, her arms slung around the man's neck. She didn't even know what his name was, but he had already made her cum two times now. Her legs had failed her after the second climax and they were forced to switch from the position with her against the wall and arching her ass out. Now her legs were around his waist and her back against the wall while he held her up and pummeled her with no sign of even slowing down. There was an intensity and a burning need for her pussy in his eyes that made the blonde swoon. It was rare that someone could really rock her world, but he did all the things that got her going. He whispered into her ear what a little slut she was, how he would use her as a cum-rag only to then toss her aside for the next celebrity whore, all while wearing the uniform of a low-wage man-maid. Yet that difference in class turned Tay on even more. Sure, she could probably buy his house without even thinking about it. But when all societal conventions melted away something else remained, something true. And Taylor found that truth at the end of his dick, submitting to his thrusts and enjoying every second of it.

She opened her eyes again and saw double, blinking a few time to focus on his steely gaze. She looked down and beside them she saw Karen on her knees, glancing up with puppy eyes like a pet begging for a treat. One of his hands was pulling her hair and every now and then his thumb dipped to her lips, making the actress lick, suck and slobber on it as if it was a dick which she eagerly complied with.

"Your slutty friend here wants a taste as well," he growled and Taylor nodded her head, though her neck felt like rubber with his hips pummeling her ass relentlessly. "So I am going to set you down. You got it, dummy? Use your feet. I don't want you sliding down the wall like some cock-drunk harbor-whore again."

"Mmhhh yes..." Taylor said, barely recognizing her voice, so weak and blissed out, more moan than word. She sounded like sex.

The stranger with the amazing dick lowered her down and Taylor's long legs reluctantly obeyed her, unfolding and letting his hips go, bare toes probing the ground below until she found safe footing again, though she still had to hold on to the wall with one weak hand for stability. There were quivering muscles in her defined, famously shapely legs and her pussy was so overstimulated it almost throbbed with numbness.

Mitchell never even looked at her to make sure she was standing firmly and safely, already turned half way around to meet Karen's face. He used his 7 inch cock to full effect, slapping it over her forehead and cheeks as her tongue was extended. "Look at you," he taunted her, "So starved for dick you'll lick this whore's mess off it?" He thumbed to where Taylor was catching her breath, stumbling to the couch clumsily like a sailor who just had solid ground under their feet again.

Karen nodded eagerly and once again made puppy eyes. "God yes please! I'd love to taste her, please let me suck your cock!"

Mitchell grinned and patted her head. "Good girl. Open wide!"

She did obediently and the handsome cleaner held her head with both hands, using just his hips to navigate his dangling, heavy cock, slick with Taylor's juices, towards that beckoning orifice. Once it was in reach Karen used her tongue to bring it home and then her lips wrapped around it. She tasted the familiar flavor of Taylor's orgasmic juices but also the intoxicating, alluring taste of large, juicy, precum-slathered cock. She wasn't done yet with that one brief taste though, Mitchell kept pushing and pushing. Soon Karen was squirming on her knees, letting out complaints that were muffled by cock.

"Oh shut up," huffed Mitchell, grinding his hips against the back of Karen's mouth. She gagged and her eyes clenched shut, and when she made that heaving sound her throat trembled open and he used that opportunity to push forward all the way, until his six-pack was flush against the pretty actresses' forehead. She seemed a little panicked about the sudden, deep penetration, the way the shaft cut off all air, and made a sputtering sound, some gooey spit squeezing out between her lips and his cock.

"Oh yes, that's it..." Mitchell moaned as he closed his eyes and smiled while the woman whose mouth he used was squirming and whimpering, her gagging and heaving sending pleasant muscle tremors through her throat and all around his shaft and the head of his dick. Finally he pulled back and then pressed one hand against her forehead, making Karen drop from her knees to the side. She didn't fall but she did lose her balance, resting on one elbow while sucking in lungfuls of air through a spit-slathered, wide-open mouth.

"Holy shit, you don't fuck around..." she breathlessly moaned.

"I know what girls like you need," Mitchell claimed with a cocky smile while stroking his dick, now also absolutely soaked in saliva. He used his one free hand to carelessly brush mugs and plates off the coffee-table in front of the couch, breaking some of the containers, clearing it completely and gesturing to it. "Get your ass on that if you want to get more of my dick."

Karen thought about it for a moment, her eyes wandering to that beautiful erection in his fist and then she laid over the low table, resting her chest and lower body on it, her knees remaining on the floor. Mitchell pulled Taylor over by her wrist and then used his shoe to not so gently nudge Karen over to the left side of the table. Taylor was draped over the right side, also with her chest down on it, but facing the other way. Now Karen's head was next to Taylor's ass and the other way around. Just that Taylor's legs were a little longer and instead of her stomach being flush against the table she was arching her ass up a little more, which still looked rather lovely. Karen turned her head and softly kissed Taylor's hip, feeling her new-found friend return the gentle, reassuring favor in this otherwise rough experience at the end of the cleaner's cock. Their hands secretly held onto each other and Mitchell continued his sexual adventure.

"Let's see how prepared you whores are," he said in a mean-spirited way, spanking the ass which was closest to him. Taylor's. The leggy blonde winced and made a sound somewhere between a yelp and a moan, though Karen could hear the smile in her voice. She loved this treatment, and Karen got turned on by it too. Sure, it was fun to tease guys like Liam every now and then, and as an actress she sometimes had to do what it took to get the part, and occasionally that included putting on her high heels and letting a powerful exec lick them clean. But when she wanted to get her rocks off it always felt best to just give in to a cock that was ready to spank her ass a bit while ravaging her.

Mitchell crouched down by Taylor's side and with a pincer-grip he began to wiggle the plug in her ass. Her hand gripped Karen's a little more tightly and she would have preferred a more gentle touch, but he was very goal-oriented, just yanking on it and barely having the patience for the orifice to get used to the girth of the plug on its way out. "Come on, stupid fucking thing..." he grumbled but then smiled victoriously as Taylor's body went stiff and she whimpered. The plug had come free.

He tossed it to the ground and then got behind the singer. With his knee he roughly pushed her thighs a little further apart, lowering her ass into a penetrable position, and then lined up. The fleshy mushroom head of his dick poked against Taylor's ass-crack and she looked panicked, but then felt him drizzle some lube over it. She sighed with relief, unsure if she would have been able to take him dry. Mitchell was not very patient though and the way his cock pressed against her ass with urgency made her grimace and gasp. With a sudden jolt of pain the head of his cock finally popped past the reluctant sphincter and Mitchell grinned as he felt the muscle tighten around his throbbing dick in protest, attempting to push him back out.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he grunted, "Must not negotiate with music executives a lot, huh? They'd have you nice and stretched out already."

"Easy, easy..." Taylor whispered, her free hand reaching back and calmly pressing against his stomach to slow him down a little. But Mitchell grabbed her wrist and twisted it on her back, holding it there.

"I know what I'm doing," he scoffed as his hips began to bounce in and out. "Feels so good. Nice and tight fuckhole." His hand came down on her ass with a firm spank that again made her sphincter hug around him, luring another approving grunt from him. With the assistance of the lube he soon managed to stick about half his cock into Taylor's almost virginal asshole. The pop-star was entirely stiff and thankful to Karen for holding her hand, reacting with whimpers to his progress. She couldn't believe that this is something any girl would do for pleasure. There might be other experiences, but for her it was less about pleasure and more about the intense pain slowly fading and becoming a dull, warm, burning sensation.

"Now we're getting somewhere!" Mitchell laughed as his hips were flush with Taylor's small but incredibly shapely ass cheeks. Truly a body worth millions and millions of dollars. He abandoned his probing pretty much entirely and went straight to fucking. His hips collided with her ass and made her cheeks bounce attractively as he worked himself up. A sheen of sweat started to show on his forehead and he enjoyed the tight hug of the asshole he was using. He was a very selfish man and yes, he had fucked many asses before. And this was his way of doing it. Because this way it was tighter. Thoroughly unpleasant for the girl, yes, but better for him.

He let go of Taylor's wrist that he had pinned to her back and smiled when she let it fall to her side instead of backing it up against him once more. Now with both hands free he brushed over those firm, shapely ass cheeks of the world-famous popstar. His fingers curved like claws and he gripped into them, loving the way they looked now when his hips rammed them. Taylor let out constant, soft moans interrupted sharp, pained inhales whenever a thrust hurt her strongly. Finally he slowed down and then pulled out, watching the freshly fucked asshole stay open for a split-second before it winked shut again.

He looked at Karen whose face was right next to Taylor's ass and grabbed her by the hair, holding her upright. "Time to taste this million dollar ass," he growled, using his free hand to aim his cock. He pushed it into the actresses' mouth and relished the way her face turned into a grimace of distaste. "Not your favorite hole of hers to get your face stuffed with? Too bad." He was taking it slow, probably more to make the flavor of Taylor's asshole last a little longer instead of washing it away quickly with the copious saliva produced by a deeper face-fuck, but his dick could only last this long without that tightness stimulating it. So when he felt it was time he began to push her down his erection again, waiting for the gagging sound and then pumping in and out of her at a rapid pace.

"GLK! GLK! GLK! GLK! GLK! GRRRRKKKKHHH! AHHH!"

After a couple of throat-penetrating thrusts he pulled out again, watching as Karen inhaled deeply, smiling at the sight of spit stretching out in glistening threads between her mouth and his dick. He didn't even wait for her to finish that wheezing inhale before he plunged down into her mouth again.

"GLRKKH! GLRRKH! GLRKKH! GLLRRK!"

This time he pushed down deep all the way, held her there for a second, then back out only to dive right back in. And finally he held her head down the length of his dick with both hands. Taylor squeezed Karen's hand again, though this time not begging for support but rather giving it as the actress began to squirm, then heave and sputter. When Mitchell finally pulled back and let her head go from his grip Karen was seeing stars and blinking with half-lidded eyes. She was wheezing, catching her breath.

As Mitchell was crossing over to the other side of the coffee table Liam appeared from the bathroom. "Oh yeah, forgot you were bouncing around here as well," Mitchell said, slightly out of breath from his efforts. He stood there shamelessly erect, Karen's stringy spit dangling from his cock.

"Y-yeah," Liam said hesitantly, "I finished the bathroom."

"Just in time!" Mitchell grinned, crouching down behind Karen and firmly slapping first one of her ass cheeks, then the other. "I made a bit of a mess." He pointed at all the shards from the mugs and plates that had broken when he so carelessly cleared the table for their anal fun. "Clean that shit up, okay? In the meantime I will show your little girlfriend here a good time. She was in the bathroom with you for a while. But I guess she didn't find what she was looking for 'cause she was pretty much begging for a taste of my dick when she came back." Mitchell let out a combative laugh and then fiddled with Karen's butt-plug. He almost seemed a little disappointed when it came out without much complaining, just some soft whimpers and a little shiver going through the short girl as the biggest part passed her sphincter. She was a little more used to anal sex. By no means a professional, but she had worn plugs before and could handle a dick up her ass.

While Liam began to get on his knees and pick up pieces of the broken plates and tossing them into a bucket, Mitchell worked his dick into Karen's asshole. He had provided her with lube as well and was happy when his cock was granted entry pretty easily. Though something was missing. One of his hands came down on Karen's ass with a firm spank and then Mitchell grinned. "There, nice and tight after all. Take my cock you whore."

He began to rock his hips back and forth and Karen soon felt the impacts of his hips against her ass. So far she had only taken his dick orally, and the sheer physicality of his sexual penetration surprised her. It was less like having sex and more like he tried to stab his dick as deeply into her body as he could. Sometimes she had to wince in pain, sometimes she gasped and whimpered. But she aligned herself to his rhythm, moaning along with him. Every now and then he spanked her to make her extra tight for him, relishing those moments where she squirmed as her hole tightened around him and she experienced a few seconds of sustained pain.

Liam was looking at her with disbelief, seeing that beautiful face that wore this careless, teasing, playful, kinky smile when it had looked at him melt into an expression between pleasure and pain. He was on one knees, picking up pieces of broken plates from the floor, his face only a foot away from hers. With her blissed out eyes it took him a moment to realize she was looking right at him.
"Fuck..." Karen whimpered, "You love it, right? God yes, fuck you get off on it so fucking much!"

"That's fucking right you little slut!" Mitchell boomed, spanking her ass with one hand and pumping into her tight asshole.

But Karen kept looking at Liam, staring straight into his eyes, and the cleaner swallowed, glancing down to where his cock twitched in its brand-new cage, nodding his head to answer her question. He thought he saw a smile flash over the girl's lips before Mitchell grabbed a fistful of her silky hair and roughly yanked her head back, forcing her to look up to the ceiling. Liam went back to picking up the pieces of garbage, but shared deep looks with Karen every now and then, getting a high out of the pleasure she was experiencing, knowing this was something he could never give her, caged or not. And she deserved it.

Mitchell's grunts were becoming more frequent and he almost looked annoyed with himself as he felt his climax approach. "Fuck!" he called out impassioned, spanking Karen's ass cheeks a couple of times to air out his anger. "Tight little slut! Making me get so damn close!"

Finally he pulled out of Karen's ass and scooted over on his knees, lifting Taylor's head up straight by her hair. She made an even more grossed out grimace at the taste and tried to turn her mouth away, making Mitchell laugh.

"Not to your taste, Princess? Not the five star dining you're used to?" He sounded amused, but then clenched his jaw as his dick pushed past Taylor's lips. She relented and let it happen, succumbing to his desires. "Good girl," he hissed, eyes rolling back as he felt Tay's tongue slither around his shaft, "Such a good girl." He didn't fuck her face for now, instead opting to make her clean his cock by herself, figuring that was even more humiliating.

Only when he saw the look of cock-lust that he was already familiar with overtake the grimace of distaste did he take control again, both hands holding her head while his hips pushed up at an angle. Taylor needed a moment to adjust to his girth, coughing and sputtering, and then angled her head the correct way to accommodate his erection and it pushed down deeply into her throat.

"AK! AK! AK! AK! AK! AK!"

His thrusts came quick and deep and once again he seemed frustrated, close again. "This is it, fuck, this is it!" he moaned breathlessly, "Fuck yes, I'm gonna cum in your stupid fucking mouth! Put it to better use than singing songs about ex-boyfriends!"

Liam had finished picking up the big pieces and was now sweeping the floor, longingly looking at where Taylor got her face fucked. He had wished to cum in Taylor's mouth not too long ago and now the biggest fucking asshole he knew would do it in his stead. What a day it had been.

"I'm cumming, yes! Oh Taylor fuck! Yes, yes! Oh gooood!" Mitchell slowed down, letting the blonde come up, not willing to jizz into her throat and instead aiming to deliver his cum right into her mouth so she had to taste it all. Again she grimaced and the sight made Mitchell's cock twitch and finally he pulled out, Taylor closing her lips quickly but still feeling some of his seed spill down her chin.

"Don't you dare spit it out," Mitchell groaned, slow-jerking his cock after his orgasm. "Swallow. I want to see you swallow."

Tay struggled, forcing the mouthful of thick semen down one gulp at a time but finally she managed it and when she opened her mouth she stuck her tongue out and then lifted it up, proving that it was all gone indeed.

"Good job, dummy." Mitchell said, for the first time sounding a little weary. He got to his feet and patted Taylor's head who smiled not without pride, then spanked Karen's ass again, making her turn around and grin at him as well.

"You girls were great!" he sighed, already buttoning up his shirt again, "But I gotta get on with my day." A brief glance to Liam. "You clean up after me, okay buddy? Don't wanna act like that around women I fuck. And anyway, it's your fucking job."

Without another look at either of the girls he turned around and left the room.

"Holy shit," Taylor said out of breath, getting up on the couch. Karen joined her while Liam kept cleaning. "That was one of the roughest fucks I have ever experienced. What the hell."

Karen nodded her head, cuddling into Tay's flank where the blonde accepted her with a loving embrace. "It sure was. I have seen similar guys, but he was really going hard for that crown."

"I fucking loved it though!" Tay sighed, "Well, most of it. I came my brains out when he was fucking me against the wall. But I only have a small amount of anal experience. I thought he was tearing me apart when he really went for it. The other stuff though..." She swooned and Liam bit his lip, feeling a sting of pain. "When he called me names, talked down to me. Used my mouth like a sex-toy. Oh my god, that felt so good! I am still shaking. I have to admit I even started to like the taste of your ass on his cock once I spread some of my spit over it and started swallowing it down."

"It was pretty hardcore," Karen agreed, "I love how you are all warm and twitchy in my arms, he must have gotten you good. Glad you found something this weekend to really blow your mind." She pinched Taylor's nipple and added: "But if you liked the taste of my ass I sure could use a talented tongue to soothe it after his cock stretched me out so roughly.

For a moment they just sat in silence, hands softly caressing each other, breathing together.

"Hey," Karen said, directed at Liam, "Would you like to kiss Taylor's feet? I know how much you love her. And while you can't really do much more than that, I feel for someone like you that's just the right thing to do right now."

He held on to his broom and considered it, looking at where Taylor sat on the couch, her amazing legs crossed. He glanced at her feet and swallowed. Finally he nodded and headed over. As he approached Karen pointed one finger down wordlessly and he quickly sank to his knees.

"Oh fuck, that's right!" Taylor exclaimed, "And I can do more than let you kiss my feet. Totally forgot about you, actually. But if you want I can spare 10 seconds to suck you off?" She grinned teasingly. "Or maybe five?"

He looked up from his knees with desperate puppy eyes and Karen chuckled. "Oh no, I don't think that will be necessary. Or possible even, I guess."

"Hm?", made Taylor quizzically, obviously confused.

"Oh don't worry about it," Karen chuckled, "Let him kiss your feet. Then I will make him explain why exactly that isn't possible. Make him show it to you too." She put a gentle finger under Taylor's chin, making her turn her head towards her. There was a thick sliver of cum on her lower lip, left behind by Mitchell. Carefully Karen scooped it up with her finger and then leaned down, spreading the gooey mess over Taylor's bare feet. The blonde laughed at the idea.

She was still confused what Karen had meant but then shrugged and leaned into her embrace again, swaying her foot from side to side invitingly. Liam gently cradled her ankle in both of his hand and his tongue slowly slithered over her arch, first cleaning the cum-stain away.



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Re: Invite Only (Taylor Swift & Various Others)
« Reply #6 on: August 20, 2022, 01:32:40 PM »
Disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional, nothing described here has happened, no one is the way they are depicted in this story, even if the name and appearance match real world counterparts.

Codes: MF, MMF, Anal, ATM, Exhibitionism, Humiliation, Blowjob, Deepthroat
Celebs: Taylor Swift

This is the 4th chapter. Same problem as before, it grew as I wrote it. So this is not the finale yet, that will be the upcoming part five.

In this story there is a fictional figure from Taylor Swift's life, someone quick to judge and critique her. I didn't want to involve one of the people who really oppose Taylor in this and obviously also don't subscribe to any other opinion than that Taylor is an amazing business woman and a talented artist. It's just a device that I needed in order to come up with a good starting point for a hate-fuck and I hope that it won't be taken so seriously that it distracts from the experiences described in any way. Enjoy the ride and hopefully feel aroused by these scenes!

- Snack



Part 4 - Grievances

Taylor Swift decided to give in to Karen Fukuhara's suggestion and she spent much of the following two hours between the actresses' legs, her tongue slathering around and into her asshole, now that this psychological barrier had been toppled after her first taste of ass-to-mouth. Though she had to admit that sucking these juices off a cock was still ten times better. Something about the flavor of a cock, warmed up through the friction of steady, deep penetrations and slathered in the bodily fluids of a pussy and an asshole as well as its own precum created an almost intoxicating mix. It wasn't delicious by any means, the taste could still make you gag, but something about it was inherently sexy and alluring, almost like a very effective aphrodisiac made within our own bodies. Add to that the humiliation of being fed a cock coated in that particular brew of arousal-salve and you had a recipe for immediate fireworks between your thighs.

Liam was done with cleaning their room after twenty minutes and moved on (though not without a longing, adoring look back at Karen who just gave him a teasing wink), leaving the two girls ample space to gear up for the day. They ordered some food and had a hearty breakfast and then jumped under the shower where they bathed each other helpfully, and with only marginal amounts of mutual groping. Afterwards they spent some time fitting the plugs back into their asses and Taylor got some tips from the Asian who seemed a whole lot more adapt at this sort of play.

Then Karen put on a dress and headed out because unlike Taylor, to whom all of this was more of a joyride than an actual networking opportunity, the actress had a number of appointments with filmmakers and producers who would be quite keen to help her career for a bit of one-on-one attention.

To Taylor's surprise the phone rang after her new friend's departure and she was told that she should get dressed and head down to the VIP lounge. Apparently they often invited the musically gifted for the afternoons during this weekend. Naturally a name like Taylor's was unusual in the guest-list of an event like this, and that made her a prized commodity. Accordingly, that green light on her bracelet switched to an amber one. As far as she remembered that meant she was still fair game, but only for VIPs.

The hotel staffer on the phone had explained that the lounge had a stage and they would love for her to take over for a couple of songs. The blonde checked the list of songs that the band knew and found a few she could perform. Everything seemed fine and so she was scheduled to hit the spotlight in the early afternoon.

Taylor pilfered the closet of the hotel room. It was pretty well organized and several designers and clothing brands had little displays and leaflets there, offering up their wares. Apparently this very adult, super secret event had enough people in the know that they had sponsors who provided them with clothes. In the end Taylor picked a little black cocktail-dress, short enough to show off her long legs and tight enough to fit her feminine shape like a glove. The relatively high collar and the three-quarter sleeves did little to mitigate just how hot she looked in this body hugging fuck-me sleeve. She paired it with a gorgeous pair of high heel sandals to give her legs that extra bit of shapeliness and to make her ass pop a little more. She let her blonde hair hang loose to her shoulder and applied light make-up but a stark, red color as her lipstick, giving them their iconic and alluring shape.


Dolled up she headed towards the elevator once the time was coming closer and headed inside, noticing the yearning looks of some staffers and guests on the way through the hallway who begrudgingly kept their distance when they saw the amber light coming from her bracelet.

She called the elevator that was marked with a VIP sign waited for its arrival. It was an old-fashioned thing, mirrors and brass, decoratively intertwined with a panel of brightly glowing buttons. There even was an elevator attendant in a very traditional uniform with a fitting cap on his head and two rows of brass buttons on his red jacket, stepping out into the hallway and making an inviting gesture into the elevator. He seemed young, maybe in his early twenties, and his eyes lit up when he recognized Taylor Swift.

"Oh my god! I heard that you are one of the guests but I couldn't believe it. Nice to meet you Miss Swift!" He was enthusiastic but fairly polite and Taylor didn't mind the way he swooned for her.

"Hey there..." She gave him a smile and leaned in, her fingers briefly brushed against the name-plate on his lapel, "Phillip, nice to meet you as well."

"Just Phil is fine, thanks a lot! Please, come in!"

He let her pass and then followed her in, his finger pressing a dial upon which the doors rolled shut smoothly. "Where are you headed?" he asked.

"The VIP lounge, please," she informed him, lifting her arm to show off the amber light coming from her bracelet.

"Oh..." He seemed a little disappointed and lowered his eyes which made the pop-star grin.

"What? Were you expecting a green light so you could fool around with me a little?" she teased him.

Phillip squirmed around and shrugged. "I mean, technically I am only allowed to fool around when I am on my break." Much more chipper he added: "But I kind of make it a point to ask for just a little bit of oral attention during the trip down or up, you know? Nothing much, just a bit of head."

Taylor felt a brief flash of heat between her legs and her ass clenched up around the stem of her butt-plug. The idea turned her on. She gave him a pondering look and her fingertip danced against her red smiling lips with a slow paced tip-tap. She kind of liked the way he was so forward. No bullshit, just telling her what he wanted. She wished that societal conventions allowed for something like this in our regular lives, if a guy would just openly ask her for a bit of head during any regular old elevator ride she might actually be convinced to give it a go. Just a little something to fill this otherwise empty time.

Finally the world-star chuckled and she rolled her eyes. "Nothing messy though, I have to go on stage in ten minutes."

Phil couldn't believe his luck and his eyes widened as this famous, incredibly beautiful woman slid down onto her knees before him, her hands opening his belt. "Oh my god..." he said hoarsely. His hand reached out and he pressed the button for the lounge.

Taylor felt a little lurch in her stomach as the elevator slowly began its descent, finding the underwear of the boy somewhat clammy with fluid. Spit, she guessed, and perhaps a good amount of his own precum. The state of his roughly 6 inches big cock would support that assumption, it was rock-hard and throbbing, but the supple skin was shiny with remnants of almost dried spit. Furthermore it was decorated with little rings of lipstick around the lower shaft. She counted no less than four distinctly different shades.

The blonde enjoyed giving blowjobs, relished it, made it a ritual that took time and effort. But she knew that the clock was ticking. How long would she have? Maybe a minute, maximum? So she passed up on the usual foreplay of soft kisses and tender licks and instead gave him what he wanted: Her wide-open mouth engulfed his cock, soft lips wrapping around the shaft, her tongue swirling briefly around it, more to lube it up with her saliva than to stimulate him. Without further delay she began to suck, cheeks hollowing, and pumped up and down quickly, her beautiful blonde locks weighing back and forth in the steady, rapid rhythm of her head-bobbing.

"Jesus..." Phil moaned. He stood at the far end of the elevator, opposite the doors, back against the mirror wall, his head leaning against it, letting the cap hang askew. He looked down and couldn't believe the view, glancing down into the open, gorgeously blue eyes of Taylor Swift who was bouncing her sucking mouth in his dick. Each time she pushed in all the way her forehead met the brass buttons of his uniform and her chin pressed up against his balls which were pushed up by the elastic waist-band of his underwear since Tay had tucked it in under them.

"Gahk-gahk-gahk-gahk-gahk-gahk!" she made continuously during her efforts, his dick not really long enough to make her gag monstrously, but her quick breathing and continued suction creating this slurping, squelching sound each time she pulled back and the bulbous mushroom head of his penis broke the seal of her cocksucking red lips.

'Bing!' the bright bell of the elevator announced as it came to a halt. With an earthy, rumbling sound the doors rolled into the walls and the people standing there saw the vision of a leggy blonde in a tight, small dress on her knees, rapidly bobbing her head against the lap of a young boy whose facial expression seemed to suggest he enjoyed it a great deal.

Taylor never slowed down, nor did she make any attempt to look around, even as the voice of an older man behind her said: "Oh. Excuse me. I think we can take the next one?"

Another voice, this one younger and female, the amusement clearly audible in her honeyed words: "Have fun, Taylor!"

The pop-star recognized the flirty timbre immediately, her lips turning into a smile even while wrapped around the dick she was sucking. Selena Gomez. A good friend of hers who had been by her side during pretty similar encounters in the past and who knew exactly that having a cock in her mouth made the singer happy.

"That is Taylor Swift?" said another male voice with surprise bordering on shock.

Another one quipped: "Look at her go! I guess it takes some people into their 30s to find their real calling."

A bunch of people chuckled at that, there must have been a whole group of people waiting for the elevator! Taylor felt a new burst of tingling heat between her legs, her head-bobbing only increasing in eagerness and speed.

Phil fumbled for the control panel and with another bing the doors rolled shut again, blocking the laughter out. "Holy crap!" his voice was quaking, "You like that sort of attention?"

She didn't say anything, just looking right up to him as she continued to ' Gahk-gahk-gahk!' on his cock, but her eyes narrowed a little bit like they do during a smile. Bouncing her head on his cock might have been her way of nodding in that moment.

Another bing and the doors opened up again. The gentle sounds of a live band playing lounge music drifted to them and she smelled the faint scents of a bar as well as the smoke of imported cigars.

"We're there! We're there..." Phil breathed out hesitantly and Taylor simply continued her blowjob. She heard whispering voices behind her as well as some chuckles.

Finally she slowed her movements down, one last time diving down to the root of his cock, hugging around it with her lips and sucking firmly. Ever so slowly she pulled back, making loud, wet slurping sounds as she did so, and when she released his dick from her lips she did so with an audible 'PLOP!'

Still on her knees she smiled as she inspected his cock. It was almost dry from the last bit of suction, though there was a brand-new ring of lipstick added to his collection, this one bright red. Taylor got up and planted a little kiss on the boy's cheek. On her heels she was almost a whole head taller than him. "Thanks for making the ride down a whole lot of fun," she whispered, checking her reflection in the wall-mirror of the elevator. Her chin was glistening with drool, but the lack of real deep-throat action meant that there was none of that stringy, gooey spit. The back of her hand wiped this wetness away without any issue. Her lipstick was a bit worn off, but it created a little fade-effect, with the red bright and perfect towards the outer edge of her lips and her natural pink skin-tone shining through towards the center of her mouth.

She headed outside and left Phil behind, throbbing against the now stifling hug of his pants after he pulled them up. The lounge was tastefully decorated, a relic out of the past quite like the elevator had been as well, with old fashioned chandeliers providing a dim but decorative light and small tables with chairs around them to create sitting opportunities around the stage and the dance-floor in front of it. There were two bars, one pretty close to the stage and one separated from the rest of the avenue by a thin glass divider. The signs leading to that bar read 'Smoking Lounge', and indeed people were smoking cigars and cigarettes there like it was 1990. In addition to the small tables there were also niche tables against the wall, providing more privacy for those who wanted it. The place was not filled to the brim, but she would say that about a third of all chairs were taken.

Most visitors here wore a bracelet with a plain white screen but for the three bold letters 'VIP', and they were tended to by celebrities who had the same amber colored light on their bracelet as Taylor. Naturally there were things happening that didn't occur out there in the normal world. To the left someone had Kat Dennings bent over a table, pounding her  voluptuous, pale white ass from behind while using one hand to spank it every few thrusts. A group of four men was seated around one of the round tables close to the stage and played a casual card-game while under the table four ladies, only shadows in this dim light, provided them with soft, slow-paced, cock-worshiping blowjobs.

Suddenly Taylor felt a hand on her waist. "Miss Swift! So glad you could make it."

She turned to the voice and saw a man dressed in the outfit of a waiter, though his name-plate identified him as lounge manager. He wore a pair of small glasses, rimmed in brass, and had a thin mustache.

"I am Carl Jenkins. And I sent out the invitations for the singers today. We already had Demi Lovato perform. They did a fantastic job."

Taylor followed his gesture and saw Demi squatting by the side of the stage, dressed in a fine evening gown, obviously busy as three men were standing around them, jerking those hard dicks into their face. Demi seemed to love it, mouth wide open and tongue out to catch heated, gooey loads as they erupted over their face one by one.

"Having a guest like you on our list of course creates some demand, and so I figured I'd ask if you'd be up for it." With one hand he was using a tablet with the practiced thumb-swipes of someone who did it habitually every few minutes, and with the other hand he wandered down and gave her ass a firm squeeze. Not that she could blame him, the black dress she wore hugged around it tightly and showed it off to perfection. She made no mention of it, but her lips curled up approvingly the next time he made eye-contact with her.

"Usually performers get to do their songs, but sometimes we have the stray VIPs who just want to grasp out and..." he hesitated, pursing his lips for a moment, "...and indulge in the talent we put on stage. Should that be the case please just go along with it. Maybe make it part of the show. Keep performing if you can or else let the band take over while you provide the services that were requested. Their set-list is pretty versatile and they can switch from a normal song to the instrumental version pretty quickly. Just make sure you stay aware of your contractual obligations. If someone has a VIP bracelet they get to freely make use of you however they see fit."

"Got it," Taylor said with a nod and a smirk on her lips. But she was still grateful to him for explaining things to a newbie.

"Very well," he said with a fatherly smile while squeezing her ass, "Enjoy the show then. You can feel free to enter the stage at your leisure. There are water bottles behind the amp of the bass guitar. Should you want a different drink or some other refreshments just give a word to our wait-staff and we will bring it to you at once. Good luck!"

Taylor nodded at him and he reluctantly took his hand off her ass to get back to his business. For a while the blonde melted into the crowd, getting a feel for the lounge. The music was played at a low volume and the band was not really in the spotlights, playing smooth and non-intrusive songs. The blonde waited for the current song to move towards the finale and then headed to the small flight of stairs, entering the stage.

A much brighter spot-light suddenly flared up and followed her movements, and a voice from the speakers announced: "Ladies and gentlemen, Taylor Swift."

There was some light applause and dozens of heads turned her way. Taylor exchanged a few looks with the band, heading to the leader and whispering: "Let's start with Sinatra's Fly Me To The Moon and then we go from there?" He smiled that familiar, slightly star-struck but professional smile and then nodded in confirmation.

The blonde went to the microphone stand and adjusted its height upwards after Demi had used it.

"Hello, hello," she said, the sound-guy driving up the mic. "Lovely to be here. Enjoy your afternoon." The volume levels were equalized with the rest of the band and then she looked over her shoulder at the band-leader. They exchanged a nod and then the drummer beat his sticks together. One, two, three, four.

The music started and Taylor went through the first few lines of the song. She found that her voice sounded a little strained, raspy and off, probably due to the cock she had been deep-throating earlier today. But for the lounge setting this somewhat hoarse, sibilant quality worked perfectly, giving her more character.

Before the first chorus was even done she suddenly heard a voice from the side of the stage: "Well look who the fuck it is!" Due to the band playing at a low volume everyone could hear this interruption. Tay glanced to the side but the spotlights blinded her. She didn't recognize the dapper black man in his light brown suit with a stylish, unbuttoned orange shirt underneath and designer shades on his eyes until he joined her in the lights.

Julius Chase. A mid-level producer of forgettable, formulaic Hip-Hop and Soul music who wouldn't be on Taylor's map at all if it wasn't for his social media presence. She had never interacted with him in person but she was familiar with him because at every opportunity he was speaking out against the singer. No matter the issue, he portrayed her as entitled, manipulative, undeserving of her fame and sometimes straight up racist. During his denigrating TikTok videos and interviews he usually called her 'Becky' and he seemed to have made a career out of belittling her, cheered on by his own fanbase. Going up against a titan of the music industry like Taylor naturally garnered him a couple of headlines in the press and people were quick to speak of a feud between them when the pop-star had never met the guy. The only problem that she had with him was that he used her as a stepping stone whenever he could. He was an annoyance and she found it cheap that a large part of his claim to fame was talking badly about her. Sometimes it seemed he was busier during the releases of her albums than her, always eager to share his opinion on how it was surely going to flop and how bland her sound was.

"First I thought someone was beating a cat, turns out someone was just stupid enough to hand Becky a mic!" His voice was loud enough to be picked up and some people in the audience chuckled nervously.

The singer was shocked at the brazen way he approached her, interrupting her mid-song. She stopped singing and instead said into the microphone: "Mister Chase. Nice to finally meet you. If you take a seat maybe I can convince you that I am not so bad after all." She tried one of her charming smiles, aiming for de-escalation. With one hand she gestured to the crowd. "Let me give these people a show and then afterwards I would be happy to talk to you."

Julius nodded his head. "Mhmm. A show is what I want to give these people," he retorted. The handsome but overly cocky black man in his early 30s lifted his arm and held it up. Poking out under the suit she saw his bracelet, declaring him to be a VIP. He then pointed at her own, amber bracelet.

Taylor swallowed. It was one thing to be freely used by people all around her. But someone who had so publicly talked shit about her for years? A part of her wanted to claw at his face. And yet another part felt differently. Maybe it was the heat of the bright spotlights, but a warm wetness clung to her tender pussy like dew-drops. The concept was hot to her. This situation was so public. It was humiliating! This was like giving a blowjob in the elevator and having people laugh at her enthusiasm, just ten times as severe. She bit her bottom lip and maybe he noticed the flush on her cheeks as her eyes wandered down his body, halting at the visible bulge.

"See anything you like?" Julius asked, loud enough that the mic could amplify his voice. "Go on Becky, get your scrawny, bland white ass on your knees. Let's see if your mouth is good for something after all."

Taylor hesitated but then swallowed and dutifully folded her long legs, kneeling down on stage. More people were looking towards them now. Conversation at the bars had ceased and more viewers came out of the smoking lounge to get a better look.

Julius smiled in a self-satisfied way, reaching out with one hand and cupping her jaw, his thumb stroking over her lips, the smile turning into a grin as those lips trembled under his digit. With his free hand he took off his sunglasses, stowing them away into the inside pocket of his jacket. He leaned over to the microphone, putting his hands behind his back. "You do the work, bitch. Get it out of my pants. You have been staring at it, now make yourself useful."

With a look to the side Taylor glanced into the crowd. Eyes staring at her expectantly, she saw smiles and lecherous grins as well as just the curiosity of less involved onlookers. She knew a lot of the people here, if only on a very basic level. Music journalists that interviewed her once or twice, producers she had come across in a studio she worked at, executives who weren't high up enough in the food-chain to actually take part in negotiations with her. Some of them were openly masturbating, dicks out and hands a blur.

"Get to it, slut!" she heard someone in the back call out, startling her out of her daze.

Her lips pressed to a thin line the songstress lifted both of her hands up and began to fiddle with Julius' belt. He stared down on her with a smile and nodded his head as she gave him a quick glance, then focused back on his crotch. She opened the button, undid the zipper and his pants dropped down to his ankles. He wore loose fitting boxers underneath and with her fingers Tay brushed over them, seeing a big fold move against his thigh. Her brows shot up. It was large. Really large.

She bit her lip now and grabbed the waistbands of his shorts with both hands, yanking them down. She had to lean down to do that and the cock flipped up, semi-erect brushing against her face. It felt warm and soft against her cheeks and lips. She knelt back, ass plopping down on her high heels, and gently took it into her hands. Julius stepped onto the back of one shoe and got out of it, then did the reverse to the other shoe, now able to leave his pants behind, nude from the waist down. Slowly Tay began to massage the cock between her fingers, using more pressure than a jerking motion. Despite its impressive size and girth she felt it grow even more, pretty much felt the blood throb into it under her caresses, and with each of those throbs the size increased. It gained enough stability that she could jerk it and she did just that, her hand pumping up and down that very dark-skinned shaft, the bulbous, lighter colored head in front of her face, bouncing up and down under her efforts. Like hypnotized she stared at it, followed it, and then moved in, mouth wide open, tongue out.

Only to be stopped by Julius' big, meaty hand, fingers splayed and put right across her face, not giving her a shove back but holding her in place.

"Uh-uh," he made, shaking his head, "Not so fast. Earn it, Becky. I want you to slobber all over my balls first. Then you get to suck my dick."

She heard a dry, clicking sound in her throat as she swallowed, feeling humiliated and denied as she looked up to him, and then at his cock, longingly. She did as she was told to though, using her hand to push the cock up, making it point right at the ceiling as it was pressed flat against his shirt. Taylor scooted forward on her knees a few inches, lifting her ass from her heels, and met his dangling, heavy balls for a closed-lip kiss. She felt the soft, warm, wrinkly folds envelop her nose, press against her cheeks and chin. He was well groomed with only a stubble of coarse black hair right above his impressively sized penis, but some stray hairs remained on his sack and she felt them occasionally against her skin.

After a few seconds of just mushing herself against the balls her lips puckered and she started to kiss them. Brief, fleeting little kisses, moving her head from side to side to cover as much of his balls as possible. A dozen little, faint lipstick marks decorated him and then her tongue joined the game. She started to lap at the dangling ball-sack, head nodding along with the movement, up and down, left and right. And finally her lips parted fully, giving the balls open-mouthed, lingering kisses that were passionately wet, leaving the sack dripping with her saliva.

She continued her work diligently but then felt a hand on her head. Julius patted her hair patronizingly and grumbled: "There's a good girl."

Taylor knelt back down and a quick smile played around her lips as she looked up to him, which earned her a confused chuckle. Julius held his cock by its base and then bent it down, aiming it at Taylor's face.

"Come get it, Becky," he said into the microphone.

Immediately Taylor moved in, mouth opening, tongue out.

And then Julius took two steps back, holding on to the microphone stand and bringing it with him so he could whisper into it: "Over here. Come get your snack."

There was laughter in the crowd and Taylor first scooted forward on her knees but soon abandoned this tactic as the floor-boards of the stage hurt her skin. Instead she went down on all fours and crawled, eyes on the head of the cock that proudly stood up from Julius' hips at a sharp angle, pointing above her head. He waited until she was almost there, mouth already opening, and then took another step back. And another. But then Taylor caught up with him and managed to get her mouth around the head of the cock even as it bounced up and down due to his movements.

A chuckle came from Julius and he shook his head, turning to the audience as he quipped: "I guess all those media coddle-stories about her were right after all. She gets what she wants. And right now she wants to gobble down this big black cock. Mhhh fuck, look at this bitch."

More laughter but Tay didn't care, she had the cock in her mouth, felt the familiar, enjoyable sensation of a shaft throbbing as her lips tightened around it, tasted that salty flavor of a cock's skin when it came right out of a pair of pants. Once she knew that she had her prize, she got into a more comfortable position up on her knees, turning her head sideways to slather up and down the shaft with her mouth open and her tongue out, bathing it in copious amounts of her spit. That was quite deliberate, because when she slurped that spit back up noisily and gobbled it down with a big gulp, her expression less than enthused, that salty taste of the skin was mostly gone, washed away. What remained was a flavor she craved.

Cock.

She slowed down her affections, licking gently up and down the erection, getting a feeling for the way it reacted to her, taking notice of when it twitched and which movements of her tongue caused it to throb. She noticed a shiny glob of precum appear and with a little grin up to the man whose cock she was sucking she wrapped her red lips around it. Her eyes closed and she lovingly let her tongue wander over that slit in the head of the penis, taking her time.

"Mmhhh..." she hummed into the dick, the sound muffled, while both of her hands held the shaft in a delicate grip and didn't quite jerk it but rather gave it a soft touch massage, fingertips gently kneading down into the pulsating flesh. Softly she used one of her hands around the base of his cock, moving it in a twisting motion left and right, moving upwards inch by inch. She pressed another glob of precum up like that, feeling it coat her tongue, the taste sweet and exciting. Sure, he could act like he hated her. But right now his cock loved her, a little puppy doing exactly as she wanted, trained to throb and quiver and leak at the command of her slithering tongue.

"MHHHHHH!" the renewed hum as she tasted the precum was suddenly all around her, reverberating back from the room with a slight delay. She opened her eyes and saw the microphone in his hand, held right next to her mouth.

Julius was laughing, the microphone back at his mouth, though she seemed to notice a slight wavering in his voice that he tried to cover up by acting all cool and aloof. "Prettiest sound that little mouth has ever made, huh Becky? Should have done this from the start instead of releasing all those trash records!"

His hand patted the back of her head with Taylor's blue eyes looking up to him. "I think I do prefer the remix though."

And with that the hand put pressure against the back of her head. Briefly Taylor put up some resistance but then her hands moved away from his shaft and kneaded her own juicy thighs, giving in to his leadership as the producer pushed her down his thick cock. Deeper and deeper did her lips slide down until she felt the round head press past her tonsils and against the back of her mouth. Nowhere to go from there, not this easily. But she started to squirm, eyes fluttering at first then clenching shut as a heaving spasm went through her body. She sucked air through her nostrils desperately and felt the need to gag rise up.

"PHHHT!" the speakers in the lounge amplified it, "PPHTFFFTTFTFTTT!" The second time she gagged it was prolonged and it brought involuntary tears to her eyes that rolled down her cheeks and painted a crisscrossing pattern of runny mascara towards her sculpted jawline. Along with the gagging sound coming from her mouth she also produced a handful of gooey spit, dripping out through the scarce space between her lips and his dick, running down her chin and dangling from it in messy threads.

"Hell yeah!" Julius bellowed into the mic, letting her pull back a little bit but keeping his hand on her head. "That's what I'm talking about. Now let's put a rhythm under it."

The hand with the mic moved down again and Taylor braced herself, wiggling up on her knees as she felt the pressure against the back of her head increase again. He pushed her down, managing to cram about two thirds of his dick into her mouth before she had to come up again, though he started to go back and forth, finding a quick, steady rhythm. Taylor tried to remain calm but the depth of his entry still made her gag each time, creating a repetitive, guttural, crude sound that came from her mouth.

"GAWK! GAWK! GAWK! GAWK! GAWK! GAWK!"

Like a leaky faucet her mouth started to drip more of that milky opaque throat-slop. She felt the strings of it on her chin drip once they got too heavy, soon covering her thighs in a glistening sheen of liquid. He bounced her head quickly and Taylor was less focused on giving pleasure to his cock and more so on taking breaths whenever she could manage, sucking in hurried, wheezing breaths between thrusts so deep that they blocked her airways.

"GAWK! GAWK! GAWK! AHHHH! GAWK! GAWK! GAWK! GAWK! PHHHHHT!"

So concentrated was she on just hanging on that she barely noticed when and how it happened, but at some point she found her forehead pressed flush against his stomach, got to experience the weird sensation of his balls lifting up in his sack while they were resting under her chin. The bouncing stopped then and she was just held down, having to breathe in the scent of Julius deeply. Seconds ticked by and there were cheers from the crowd and approving applause. Taylor's cheeks and even her bulging neck turned a shade of red and she began to squirm on her knees, hands rising from her thighs to his. She pulled her head back an inch but was pushed right back down all the way by him, which caused another wave of leisurely lounge applause.

Finally he relented, grabbing the hair at the top of her head and pulling her back off his cock. She sucked in a breath, the sound wet and noisy as she automatically slurped up some of the many strings of thick spit connecting her mouth and his cock and balls in the process. He let her go and she slouched down, chest heaving up and down rapidly as she caught her breath. She glanced up to him and saw a smile on his lips. Not even a mocking one. He seemed impressed. "Good girl," he said, "Such a good fucking girl." These words for her benefit alone, not spoken into the mic. He was gentle as he reached down and his fingers brushed a strand of hair that had been glued to her cheek with her spit behind her ear. "You want this dick inside you now?" He gestured down to the dangling cock, coated in layers of her slimy saliva. Taylor could only nod her head.

Julius grabbed the blonde's wrist and brought her up to her feet, legs shaky and uncoordinated, so she held onto his arm, feeling muscles flex under his shirt. He brought her to the microphone stand and brought her hands to it. "Hold on to this," he growled into her hear and Taylor's quivering hands seized around it.

Meanwhile he walked around her and yanked up her dress with both of his hands, making it neatly bunch up around her waist, and revealing her smooth, shapely white ass. There was some slight reddening on her cheeks from her previous adventures, but she looked almost innocent and sinless otherwise. Well, if it wasn't for that plug with the rose colored jewel in it, or for the fact that her bare, hairless pussy was genuinely dripping with her juices.

She was facing the audience again in a caricature of her usual performances, Julius behind her and stroking his cock. She let out a soft: "Ah!" when she felt the tip of his dick brush through her folds, prodding for her entry and finding it quickly. She was surprised by how careful he was, no sign of just ramming it in to the hilt. His hands brushed her ass-cheeks and his hips started a slow, shallow, weighing motion as he tested how deep he could enter her. He had a big black dick and he knew how to use it without making it feel bad to whoever was on the receiving end.

Even just the first few inches of his enormous cock were a challenge to Taylor though, making her feel stretched to her limit around its girth, and making her feel truly filled up in conjunction with the plug already in her. As his cock moved back and forth he could actually feel the plug on his dick through her insides, could see the jewel bounce as the ridge of his dick's head moved past it.

The pleasure she felt was readable clear as day on Taylor's face and few other voices called out, feminine voices that were after other things than the men who had clapped while seeing Taylor taken down a notch.

"Hell yeah, girl! Enjoy that dick!" yelled Dua Lipa while looking up from giving a blowjob.

"Look at that picture of joy! I'm so fucking jealous!" chimed in a moaning Ariana Grande, the older man she was riding in reverse cowgirl style right on top of one of the tables looking a bit miffed.

Julius had used the time well and made significant progress with exploring her depths, now able to get a steady rhythm going, though still stopping short of entering her all the way. He eased his dick into her one inch at a time, even if the view of the long-legged blonde arching her tight and fuckable ass back out towards him made it a challenge to pace himself. He brought his hand down on that ass in a firm spank and Taylor let out a blissful moan. "Thank you!" she whimpered.

Julius' brows rose up as he felt the way her pussy reacted to that kind of stimulation. Apparently she liked it that way. He started to feel that the first bit of their little stage performance was just as much to her benefit as it had been to his. He spanked her ass again and saw some white cream that stood out perfectly against his dark dick.

"Thank you!" Taylor again breathed out.

Fuck, he supposed she was ready at this point. One of his hands wandered up, grabbing her hair and yanking it, making her head move from its leaned over position into an upright one, her eyes wandering over the lights shining down on them from the ceiling. A powerful jolt went through her as she felt the impact of his hips.

"Ah! Fuck yes!" she called out, her voice now amplified by the mic.

The thrusts started slow but increased in pace steadily, soon hammering into her backside quickly and with punishing force. The entry of his dick into her pussy made a slick, wet sound.

"That's it, whore. Into the mic. Tell them what you are." Julius demanded, too far behind her to be caught by the mic himself. There was strain in his voice now, no longer able to act cool and unaffected. Her tight pussy was getting to him too. And the fact that she seemed to not only tolerate this kind of treatment but to actually love it made it so much better.

"I am a fucking whore!" Tay yelled out, the impacts against her ass making her mouth wander a bit off-mic sometimes, "God yes, fuck my cunt, fuck me hard! God! I fucking love it!"

He nodded grimly, his hand coming down for another firm spank which made her gasp and then shudder in pleasure.

"Yes you are," he grumbled, trying to keep his cool, "A cock-dumb little whore for big black cock."

She felt the cold metal of the microphone brush against her cheek turning her head to moan into it: "I am a.. AHHH! I am a cock-dumb little whore! Mmhhhh! Fuck!"

Another spank on her ass. "For big black cock!" he demanded, "Say it! Let them all know!"

The spank sent new shivers through the leggy blonde and she couldn't hold back: "I am a little whore for BIG BLACK COCK! OH MY GOD, YES! FUCK ME! FUCK ME WITH THAT HUGE BLACK DICK! I LOVE IT SO MUCH! I'M CUMMING! HOLY FUCK! I AM CUMMING PLEASE!"

And indeed, Taylor just couldn't hold back, having no physical capacity to stop this wave of pleasure flow through every limb like electric currency, making her muscles twitch, making her get up on her tip-toes and grind her ass back against the intruding dick that made her feel so good. Her grip around the mic-stand got tight and desperate, holding on for dear life.

Julius saw more of her white cream cover his black dick and grinned, sweat on his brow as he slowed his thrusts, eased her back down to earth as her senses slowly trickled back into her. Gently his hands caressed her ass, following the curve up to her slender waist and to her stomach where he dipped down between her legs to draw a slow, teasing circle around the throbbing bud of her clitoris.

"Shhh..." he made soothingly, pressing his body to hers, his lips kissing the side of her neck. "You did well, you did so well, babygirl." He came to a halt and then very slowly removed his dick from her pussy, hearing some splattering of liquid leak from her, seeing some of it drip down her inner thighs, thick as honey.

Taylor was amazed at how well he read her body's signs, feeling worn out and overly sensitive after her orgasm. She probably would have been unable to continue the standing fuck if he had just continued to plow her roughly. But still, he was a man who knew what he wanted and Tay couldn't help but let out a tired but playful chuckle as she felt his fingers twist and turn the bottom of the plug that decorated her asshole.

He began to wiggle it and gently worked it from side to side with the same surprising tenderness he had shown during their previous fuck. Taylor turned to the mic and moaned approvingly into it, letting him know she was more than up for what he had planned. She glanced over her shoulder and their eyes briefly met to exchange a smile before he focused on her ass again.

Wiggling the plug he managed to get it out a little, then let her ass suck it back up, giving her time to adjust. Sometimes he leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on her bare ass cheek, only to then wiggle some more, getting the plug to show a little more of itself until it finally came free. He was granted a very brief look into the pink insides of Tay's ass before the sphincter winked shut.

He smiled and then leaned forward. "Open up, Becky," he cooed and by now that previously derogatory term had a sweetness to it, more of an affectionate nickname between fuck-buddies than a slur. Taylor readily parted her lips, feeling them stuffed with the bulbous toy. The metal felt warm and smooth against her mouth, the stem clicking against her teeth. The very noticeable taste of her own ass after having that thing in for hours made her shudder a bit.

"Yo Jackson!" he called out towards a table by the side of the stage. Another black man in a hoodie and a pair of jeans sat there, sneakers up as he enjoyed the show. He looked back at Julius quizzically and the producer requested: "Can you bring that lube up? It's in my pocket."

Jackson patted over the jacket hanging from the chair next to him and then retrieved a bottle of lubricant. He headed onto the stage and there were two or three people who applauded lazily as if the new man on stage was the assistant of a magician, though attention had shifted elsewhere now that there was a lull on the proceedings.

Julius accepted the lube and quickly squirted it over Taylor's asshole, trickling some droplets over his dick and then a dollop onto his fingers. With those digits he began to prod the blonde's asshole again, finding it quite receptive to the advances after removing the plug. He could easily slide two fingers in, while still feeling the supple tension of tightness hugging around their progress. Working a third digit in proved more difficult but he was patient and attentive to Taylor, letting one hand rest against her thigh to take notice of any tension and easing up when he felt it.

The pop-star felt trepidation, her scarce experiences with anal sex making her think this could only turn out to be an ordeal. She thought back to the painful lesson with Mitchell earlier that day and frowned as her lips tightened around the plug when she awkwardly tried to swallow around it, tasting the ass-flavored saliva all the way down her freshly fucked throat. But then she already felt the fleshy head of Julius' cock against her slippery asshole, a worried look on her face, the plug covering her mouth like a pacifier. There was that familiar pain again, the feeling of her sphincter having to open in order to accommodate that thick, throbbing cock. Her hands wrestled with the mic-stand and her legs squirmed.

But he didn't push any further, taking his time, his big hands gently caressing her ass cheeks, down her thighs, moving to her pussy to softly circle her clit with careful digits, knowing that she was still a little sensitive from her orgasm earlier.

"Mmph..." Taylor made a muffled, soft moaning sound, hearing it broadcast back to her from the room through the mic. Julius noticed and his dick move a little further. Just another inch, just a little bit further. Another little pinch of pain, but nothing serious, and as the seconds ticked by that pain faded, became tolerable and then disappeared entirely, leaving just that feeling of being absolutely filled like the plug did with her as well.

More caresses and tender affections were given to her and inch by inch Taylor asshole was penetrated more and more deeply. Until she felt a weird sensation against her pussy, something soft, fleshy. She needed a moment to realize that his balls had dangled against her. The blonde looked back, plug in her mouth and Julius looked up. They had their eyes locked and his broad hand was stroking over her ass-cheek before giving it a spank. Taylor winced and felt her ass tighten around his cock. But it was not the painful kind of tightening. She had gotten used to his girth and taken him all the way. Now all she needed to do was relax.

The lack of tension that was all over her first ass-fuck this day was entirely absent, leaving her with something new, something that excited her. Taylor realized that she loved the way this dick felt in her ass, filling her out so completely. She felt it throb and a little muffled groan emanated from plugged lips. It was so different, something she never quite got to experience, usually so busy with handling the pain during any anal sex that focusing on the pleasure and the sensations was the furthest thing from her mind.

She nodded her head back at Julius and he understood, receiving permission to go further, to take another step. He put both hands on her ass and moved back slowly, just an inch, then weighed forward again. No pressure, just giving the ass room to contract and then filling it out again. Back and forth, slowly and easy, two inches this time, moving right back in to claim the space in her ass. His balls pushed against her pussy as he re-claimed her ass with each forward movement and the soft but steady feeling became something Tay looked forward to, craving the little jolt of pleasure that turned the slight pain of being stretched into something else, into its very own kind of bliss.

Before she knew it Julius was fucking her in the ass, sliding back and forth with ease, amazed at how tightly her asshole hugged him and how her slender body made the entirety of his dark, throbbing erection disappear on each thrust.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

His hips impacted her ass, making those tender, tight cheeks tremble each time, the thuds making her lose her balance sometimes and forcing her to re-adjust her footing. The way her ass clenched and shifted around his dick as she used her legs was absolutely amazing and Julius had to grunt and close his eyes.

Soon he was giving it all he got again, his hands spanking her ass time and time again, knowing how much she liked it, hearing the desire for that treatment in her voice as her plugged whore-mouth whimpered muffled sounds of needy arousal into the mic.

Following an impulse in the heat of arousal Julius brought his right hand up to Tay's hair, wrapping the golden-blonde locks around his fist. His other hand grabbed forward and reached for her shoulder. With muscles flexing under his suit he pulled back and Taylor let out a protesting: "Mmph!" as she lost the grip on the mic-stand. It dropped to the ground and the sharp, bassy sound as the mic connected with the floor made some patrons jump in their chairs. The continuous beep of a feedback loop came from the speakers and the sound engineer was able to quickly cut that mic, despite Liz Gillies' best efforts to make him lose his mind with a deep-throating blowjob.

Taylor was disoriented, bent over at the hips and thinking she should fall over, but held up by the hand yanking her hair back hard enough to make her crane her head all the way back and the other hand on her shoulder. Julius never stopped fucking her ass, it even seemed he picked up his pace now that she was depending solely on him, making the slender white girl bounce from his hips. Her legs were constantly moving now, her ass massaging his dick on its insides like she wanted to absolutely drain his cum right then and there.

Arousal distorted his face but he still had the capacity to glance to the side of the stage, noticing his assistant jerk his cock to the show. He gave him an upwards nod. "Yo Jackson! Come here! Get your dick in this bitch! You gotta feel that mouth!"

Jackson seemed surprised and maybe a little caught as he was pausing his masturbation but then he quickly came over, one hand holding his open pants up while his dick was flopping up and down with each step. Taylor saw him approach, enticed by the show. He wasn't quite as large as Julius but still an impressive size, and the shape of his penis was nothing short of perfect. The way his precum added a shine to the upper half of it was just the cherry on top. The blonde was salivating around the plug still in her mouth at the prospect of it pumping into her lips, drool dripping down her chin.

She eagerly accepted him into her embrace, her arms around his hips for support so she could actually stay on her feet by her own strength. This also allowed Julius to let go of her shoulder, though he still held on to her hair. His free hand seemed to be intent on catching up on all the spanks he missed, raining down a half-dozen of them all at once, by the end of it making Tay quiver and wince as her ass tingled with burning warmth.

The new guy pulled the plug out from Taylor's lips and dropped it to the ground of the stage, then immediately replaced it with his dick. There wasn't much foreplay and he was just pushing it into the blonde's face, one hand on the back of her head. Tay began to sputter and gag as Jackson prodded deeper into her mouth, trying out multiple angles until he found the right one. The multi-million pop sensation felt her throat give way and slid along this new, black, throbbing cock until her forehead was nestled in the surprisingly soft and cushy hoodie.

There wasn't much tenderness or care for Jackson, he just wanted to get off and he held Tay's head between both of his hands, using her oral fuck-hole like a pussy by pumping his hips back and forth. Taylor held on to his hips for dear life. She was a play-ball between the two men, the thrusts of the other interfering with the fuck of his friend. Jackson pushed forward deep, making Taylor recoil only to force her ass back on Julius' dick to such a degree that she yelped, and then the impact of a spank drove her forward, making her swallow every inch of Jackson's cock.

"GAHWK! GAHWK! GAHWK! GAHKW!"

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

The sounds of her mouth being used as a fucktoy and her ass being pummeled by Julius' unrelenting, rough hips created its very own music, and people all around the lounge were very interested in the stage show again, applause flaring up sometimes when Tay was spanked or when Jackson managed to hold her head pressed down against his balls for a solid thirty seconds. She was truly spit-roasted, dangling between the two men like a sex-doll they used.

So focused on her breathing and on keeping her ass from tensing up there was no chance in hell that Taylor would actually find her own orgasm, but to her that wasn't even needed. The situation turned her on to no end. The fact that she would be unable to cum actually made it even better to her! This wasn't about her pleasure, this was about being used, being a fucktoy for others. And the physical discomfort she felt now was a small price to pay for it. She knew that she'd probably think back to this for years when masturbating.

Lost in her thoughts she barely noticed that Jackson was about to cum. He pulled out of her mouth and held her head aloft by her hair in front of him with one fist while the other pumped his spit-slick cock. Taylor's face was a mess of arousal, dangling saliva and open-mouthed bliss as she sucked in air after being reliant on the little breaths she could gobble up during outward thrusts of her face-fucking new friend. But she still looked up from eyes rimmed with entirely destroyed make-up. Her red lipstick was all but gone. Her body was rocked by constant, harsh impacts from Julius' efforts. Yet in those eyes shone a hunger, a desire for cum as she licked her lips and then extended her tongue as far as possible. And it was enough to drive Jackson over the edge.

The cum erupted from him with enough force to make Taylor actually wince, feeling the warm, orgasmic rain drip down on her head, all over her face and into her open mouth. Luckily Julius was right behind Jackson and with a few pronounced, deeply jack-hammering thrusts he emptied his balls into the girl who had so often annoyed him to no end. Tay wiggled her butt as she felt the warm gushing of pulsating jizz cover her insides deeply into her bowels. It was a strange, awkward sensation, but the weirdness of it made her smile wearily, a little shake going through her body.

"Down on your knees," she heard a gruff voice behind her, though she sensed the same, blissful tiredness in it that she felt as well. She hurried to obey, getting down where she belonged.

Julius walked around her with no hurry, proudly displaying the slimy cock dangling from his hips and Taylor gawked at it, still unable to believe that all of that had fit into her ass and it didn't even hurt that much. This had been the first anal experience she was able to enjoy on some level. Still not the thing to make her cum. But a turn-on nonetheless.

"Clean that up," Julius demanded and Taylor never hesitated, bouncing forward to embrace his hips while her fucked mouth wrapped around the penis. She tasted her own ass all over it, washed the dark skin with her saliva and hollowed her cheeks to suck and slurp the mess off. She had to struggle with swallowing it down a bit, still not too fond of the taste. But Julius was still happy with her performance, leaning down and gently putting a fingertip under her chin. He made her glance up and then kissed her forehead.

"Now push, Becky," he demanded and Tay looked a little confused.

"The load in your ass. Push it out. Just squeeze. See how much of it you can get back on the stage."

"I mean, I can try?" she offered, biting her lip and spreading her legs so that she knelt with her ass just a few inches above the floor. Her asshole visibly twitched and then opened up. A little squirt of cum dripped out. Another push and then more followed, trickling down onto the hardwood floor of the stage and forming a puddle of ass slime and cum.

Julius smiled down on her, glad that she so obediently followed his orders now. He took her by her hair, though he wasn't yanking it, just using it to lead her around in a small circle on all fours. Then he crouched down by her side and pulled her face down and further down until her face hovered right above the mess she just made. "Gobble it up," Julius said with a slightly out of breath chuckle.

Tay glanced down to the runny cum and hesitated for a moment, blue eyes looking back to Julius uncertain, but his nod towards the floor made her turn back to  the cum. She leaned down and spread her tongue out wide. Slowly she lapped it up, like a kitten would a puddle of milk, stroke of her tongue after stroke of her tongue.

"Good girl." She heard Julius say. He had let go of her hair by now but Taylor was still licking, much more enthused now, getting even the little droplets. Behind her she felt big, strong hands on her ass and then she winced. Julius had worked her plug back into her well-used asshole.

"Don't want you to get in trouble now, do we, Becky." He smiled and there was kindness in his glance. "You were great. Maybe we can catch up sometimes."

Taylor smiled and nodded her head. "I'd love that," she replied, meaning every word, "I guess you just need to work together to smooth over all grievances."

She sighed. God, she loved this kind of networking. If only having a hate-fuck was a more common thing between people who thought they were enemies.


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Re: Invite Only (Taylor Swift & Various Others)
« Reply #7 on: February 21, 2024, 09:53:01 AM »
Disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional, nothing described here has happened, no one is the way they are depicted in this story, even if the name and appearance match real world counterparts.

Codes: MF, MMMMF, Anal, ATM, Exhibitionism, Humiliation, Blowjob, Deepthroat
Celebs: Taylor Swift

This is the 5th chapter and the conclusion of this series. It arrives with more than a year delay. I usually shy away from doing series style stories because of this very reason. I meet a challenge, a path blocker, and then leave the story to languish somewhere in a mind limbo with me coming back to it every now and then and finding what I already wrote insufficient or lacking. So after probably two dozen attempts to finish it I finally brought the little story to a (hopefully) satisfying conclusion. The fact that someone graciously and very kindly decided to make this the series of the month helped in no small way as well to finally kick my ass into gear.
My wish is that, if there are still some people left who liked this story, this will appeal to them and give them a sense of closure. And of course, that perhaps some new eyes will find this and like it or leave it, depending on whether or not I meet their tastes. I hope you enjoy this, if you're reading this right now!

- Snack



Part 5 - Curiosity Satisfied

Taylor was walking like on clouds, her legs unsteady and her muscles aching after that rough, relentless fuck that left her weak but with a satisfied smile etched onto her cum and spit slathered lips. In her haze of post orgasmic bliss she wandered off the stage and only partially registered how a staffer told her that they enjoyed her performance and that she was free to go should she wish so.

She headed into the elevator and went back to her room, taking a shower to get rid of all the sticky evidence of her being an absolute slut for Julius' enormous cock. The warm water pouring over her skin was like a soothing blanket, reinvigorating her and filling her with energy again. She applied cocoa butter to her legs, making the famous limbs even more smooth and gropable, and after a brief look at her little black dress which was stained with several sticky, shiny splotches of cum and throaty saliva she decided on an outfit change, picking a new dress from the closet.

In the end she went with a white tube-top, short enough to show off some of her midriff and a high-waisted skirt in red, that sat up so high around her waist that it seemed to be fairly normal in length, while still being so very short that the entirety of her fantastic legs was on show and that anyone who went into a crouch before her would get a good look at the plug she still wore in her asshole. Her feet were in decorative high heel sandals with red soles and red and black straps to match the rest of her outfit. Naturally she still wore her bracelet around her wrist, the screen switched back to the green marking her as a freely usable human toy to anyone who saw her.


Despite her day filled with rough sex even getting herself into a presentable state again filled Taylor with excitement and made her brim with arousal. Something about this was incredibly sexy to her, putting on these clothes, feeling the plug in her ass when she clenched around it, even applying her make-up. A part of her was hyper-aware that she made herself pretty again in order to make cocks hard. Dressing up sexy so someone could make all that mascara drip down her cheeks once more. Yes, she had been tired and weary after she caught up with Julius, her old enemy turned brand new fuckbuddy, but right now she wanted more. She wanted to experience another cock, wanted to be used again, especially as the afternoon moved on into the evening, and when the night arrived this event would come to an end. She felt the familiar tingle between her legs, the one she always felt when the desire to be fucked grew into a need. And the fact that the satiation of this need was so close at hand all around her made her smile in anticipation.

And so Tay headed back outside, her long, slender legs leading the way, the sounds of sex drifting out into the corridor from a dozen open doors. Apparently she was not the only one aiming to make the best of her last few hours in the hotel. All around her she already noticed signs of the event coming to a close. Staffers were busy in some of the rooms, cleaning and clearing out the closets, removing sheets soaked with sex and cum and even installing doors into empty frames again.

"Miss Swift?" she heard a male voice say behind her and Taylor smirked as she expected someone was about to use her body, her steps slowing down before she turned around. The man who had signaled for her to stop was a staffer, yet probably not someone who was commonly in direct contact with the guests. He wore a simple blue shirt tucked into gray slacks and was at least 50 years old, his gray hair just a crest around the side of his head with the bald summit reflecting the lights from a chandelier. There was a laminated pass identifying him as staff and he had an old fashioned radio on his shoulder. It seemed like he was in charge of organizing the hurried but systematic re-structuring of the hotel rooms now that a few guests were already on their way out.

"Yes?" Tay asked, her tone suggestive and signifying that, if she was asked to drop to her knees and suck his cock, she would do it in a heart-beat.

Yet to her surprise he did nothing like that, just mustering her figure and pursing his lips as if he considered something. Then he lifted his radio to his lips and calmly informed someone: "Team 17B? I think I just found the perfect guest entertainment for your shift tonight."



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Not only the rooms of green girls like Taylor were cleared out, simultaneously there were multiple teams active whose job it was to prepare the hotel for a normal week ahead. That meant that the floors where the guests were housed also were cleaned. And that was exactly where Taylor was brought. She was introduced to a team of staffers who couldn't believe that the blonde pop icon would serve as this year's cleaning distraction for them. But apparently they were a well trained team and no one spared much of an explanation for Tay who just stood by their side as they got their utility carts ready. Until a very special cart was wheeled in.

This one was on the same frame as the carts holding the cleaning equipment and the trash bags, but instead of that it propped up a leather cushioned bench. It looked a bit like a mix of a doctor's bench and a foot stool, with a broad oblong surface in shiny, wipe-clean black leather that seemed very soft.

"Please undress. Completely," one of the staffers suggested and Taylor nodded her head, getting out of her skirt and top. She noticed the way multiple pairs of eyes looked at her with hungry lust, but heard faint curses whispered under the breath of some of the onlookers. This time was busy for the staffers, so they didn't get to take their turn with the singer.

"On the bench please," another cleaner suggested, patting the leather. Taylor stepped forward on bare feet and laid down. The bench was short, offering just enough space for her to support her from her chest down to her abdomen. The leather felt cold against her naked skin, making her nipples harden and luring a gasp from her lips. In addition to the upholstery keeping her body resting easily there were two smaller protrusions on the side of the bench, though much lower, close to the ground. One of the cleaners helped her put her knees on those similarly leather-cushioned mini-benches. This way she was forced into a position where her ass was arching out over the end of the bench, nice and round and with both cheeks separated, just waiting for someone to walk up and take advantage of her. To add to that, her head also had no place to rest, so she held it looking straight ahead, awkwardly having to crane her neck for that. She wouldn't be able to hold this position for too long. Her hands were pressed to the sturdy, polished wood the sides of the bench were made of.

Suddenly she felt a push and the cart was set in motion, propelled by two of the cleaners who used foot-pedals on the side of the bench to steer it, the wheels underneath it letting them move it easily, even with Tay's leggy figure on it. The blonde felt a giddy sense of excitement, like she was on some sort of ride in an amusement park, though going by her dress-code and the fact that her tight little ass was forced into an arched out position by the bench she was on, there was little doubt in her mind that the real attraction was she herself. On another level the powerlessness of just being a passenger of the staffers who wheeled her around like an object instilled a needy sense of arousal in Taylor. She was really into this, she noticed, and that feeling increased as she felt a tension rise in her with every minute that passed. They reached the first hotel room and stopped, knocking on the door and letting the inhabitant know that the event was coming to an end and that they now needed to clean the place. This was it!

"Oh? So soon?" said the man who had obviously been caught at an awkward time, white button down shirt hanging loosely down over his slacks, and a tie slung around his popped collar. Taylor recognized him. He had been one of the movie producers she had met when filming the much maligned Cats. He was older, maybe in his fifties, and had a stocky, heavy-set appearance. She didn't hear the next few words since one of the cleaners started a vacuum right next to her, but saw how another staffer gestured over to her, the producer looking at the bent over world-star and smiling and fiddling with his pants as he made his way over.

"Miss Swift," he greeted her in a pretty cordial, friendly manner, "We only spoke briefly at a Hollywood party if I remember correctly? Nice to see you." His eyes dipped to her naked body and he fondled his visibly bulging erection through his pants. "Especially under these circumstances. I hope you don't mind."

Taylor tried a shaky smile and made what could have been a shrugging motion, but looked kind of awkward in her position, lying on her stomach. "I don't know, it's been exciting and..."

That was as far as she got before he had quickly pulled his pants down, straightened his hard cock and gave her a smile. "Mind sucking this?" he offered and Taylor swallowed, nodding her head with her blue eyes glued to the tip of the penis before her to which he pushed it into her mouth.

"Oh god yes..." she heard him moan, "You have been talking to me back then as well. And to be totally honest with you, the whole time you did I just wondered what it would feel like when those pretty lips wrap around my cock."

He began thrusting into her and she looked up from wide, blue eyes. This wasn't the blowjob she'd give a lover, she felt more like a passive participant in it, keeping her mouth open, sometimes flicking her tongue against his dick as it entered her. The producer whose name she couldn't even recall seemed to have a need and pushing his cock into her mouth was what helped him sate it. Both of his hands were on the back of her head, holding her steady as he pumped his hips. Luckily he wasn't a particularly well-endowed man, which meant Taylor could handle the blowjob without much gagging aside from the occasional sputter when the mushroom head of the older man pushed right against the back of her mouth, producing some drool that soon dripped down her chin.

"Mmph! Mmmphffft!" Taylor made, the sounds she produced muffled by the cock pushing into her mouth. But soon she heard other voices behind her and before she noticed she felt more hands on her body, caressing her waist, then down to her ass, giving each cheek a spank.

"Fuck, it's actually true!" she heard a voice say she didn't recognize, "You got us Taylor fucking Swift as the cleaning distraction this year? Damn! I hope you guys are all up for a big raise." A fingertip was circling her asshole, making Taylor wiggle her butt invitingly. "Wanna get your ass fucked by a Swiftie? I actually own all your records, you know?"
The man who had fucked Tay's mouth helpfully pulled back, allowing the pop-star to sharply inhale, her head nodding slowly.

"Yes!" she called out, her voice sounding weary but shaking with inherent, deeply felt arousal, "Yes, fuck me! I want to be fucked! Keep those hard cocks coming. Please!" That was as far as she got before the older movie producer pushed forward to once more make his dick find a new home in her pretty mouth, letting every inch disappear until her nose was squished against his soft stomach.

She felt the rounded, fleshy warmth of another cock's head prodding between her ass-cheeks and then winced as it pushed forward. The minutes spent without a plug in her ass meant she had lost some of that looseness it provided her with, so the first prods were very uncomfortable.

"Mmmmmph!" she moaned into the cock fucking her mouth, the look on her face somewhat perplexed at these overwhelming sensations.

"Easy, don't wiggle away," the voice behind her demanded, getting her attention with a quick swat to her ass. Taylor noticed that she had indeed squirmed her ass away from the invading cock despite craving it inside her and tried to rest her lower body back down on the bench.

"Good girl," the man scoffed and then she had to clench her eyes shut as he pushed forward rather bluntly. Her ass gave in and she let out a cock-muffled whimper. He was large, definitely larger than the four-incher pushing into her mouth right now, and her body had trouble taking him in. Luckily he was fairly slow with his thrusts.

Which couldn't be said about the man fucking her face right now. He used both hands on her head to push her down rapidly now, making her gag on his small cock while he pretty much stood still but for a gentle sway of his hips. "HLRGH! HLRGH! GLRKH!" she made in response, feeling spit drip down her chin and the awkward sensation of a string of messy throat-slime dangling from her jaw with each movement. Her vision was blurred due to tears caused by her gagging sticking to her lashes, but every now and then she got a look up at the guy fucking her mouth, seeing other men around him, stroking their cocks. It seemed like a bit of a crowd had started to form.

There were voices all around her chuckling, grunting. Guys jerking off and moaning shamelessly.
"Fuck yeah, look at that slut, she loves it!"
"Damn, it's actually Taylor!"
"Look at that tight little pink asshole clenching around the cock! Fuck, must feel so good!"

Before she knew it hands reached for her wrists and she felt erections against both of her palms, thick, silky-skinned, bulging and throbbing. Her movements were fairly uncoordinated between a guy fucking her ass and another pounding her face, but she still tried to pump the cocks in her hands to the best of her ability. Others were just rubbing their cocks against her body, she felt blunt, fleshy, sometimes precum-soaked tips against her thighs, her ass-cheeks and her waist and shoulders.

"Oh my god, I'm gonna..." she heard a familiar male voice say and then she felt her mouth fill with cum. She was entirely surprised by it and made a gagging sound, grimacing as she swallowed as much of it as she could, though she also felt thick globs of the gooey substance drip down her chin.

Taylor was able to inhale sharply as the cock was removed from her lips, her mouth open wide, criss-crossed by strings of cum and thick spit, and before she even had the chance to exhale a different man, and a complete stranger to her, took the older producer's place and pushed his cock into her gaping mouth.

"Mmph!" she made, her lips wrapping around the erection, eyes widening at the audacity of him to just step in and use her mouth without even letting her catch her breath. He was larger and thicker, the man younger as well and so hard that she felt each pulsing throb of his penis in her lips. The absolute sexual need for her she saw in her eyes immediately made her heart soften. It felt incredible to be desired like that! Much like the producer he gladly grabbed the sides of her head, moving it up and down like a human sex-toy, and Taylor did her best to keep her mouth open while still tightening her lips and sucking on the cock invading her.

She hadn't realized, but the man fucking her ass came as well and she only felt it when the warm, sticky droplets of semen pulsed over her back as he jacked off onto her ass and lower back. He was immediately replaced as well, and this new man whose face she never saw pushed into her pussy instead of her ass.

This group setting was something she had never experienced before. Not like this. She has had sex with more than one partner on multiple occasions. But even then each lover was taking their time, every need was tended to, and everyone's focus was on having a good time together and to extend it if at all possible. But right now? There were multiple observers around stroking their dicks and everyone fucking her was acutely aware that others were waiting for their turn. So instead of teasing, sensual love-making Taylor felt the urgent need of the guy fucking her pussy right now. He wasn't prodding to get a feel for her, he had jerked his dick and now finally got to stick it into the world-wide pop sensation. He had probably fantasized about Taylor before, maybe even jerked off to her. And all that was translated into needy, heavy, pounding thrusts. The guy was just fucking her in a very primal, utterly simple way. This wasn't about her needs. This was about getting off so that the next guy could go for a ride as well. His fingers were digging into the soft flesh of her ass and upper thighs as he held her hips in place, pumping his dick into her in a ceaseless, fast-paced fuck. And with every thrust she felt the pent-up arousal built up by watching others have their way with Tay before. It was fucking sexy.

The blonde let out a guttural moan, much to the delight of the men around her, some of whom chuckled while others groaned.

"Holy fuck, I think she's into it. Like, way into it."
"That's it slut, you like that, huh? You like that cock in your pussy?"
"Keep stroking my dick baby, don't neglect just 'cause you're on cloud nine okay?"

Taylor felt more fleshy cock-heads poking against her face and noticed that four guys had formed a semi-circle around her head. It was crowded and leaving her barely any space to peer past this array of cocks, all aiming for her face.

"My turn," one of them said and the guy who was fucking her face let go of her head, giving her the opportunity to suck in a quick breath of cum-scented air while also letting out a lustful moan before she was pushed down on another cock, this one almost slender and with a heavy bent to the right. She made a guttural gagging sound, heaving around the throbbing meat and he gave her head a few pumps and then laughed, turning her head to another man in the face-fucking circle while he used the new coating of slimy spit from Taylor's mouth as lube to jerk off with rapid movements of his fist. She realized that she was passed around like a cock-pleasing sex-toy while her body was rocked by the steady, urgent thrusts of the man fucking her pussy, and the thought turned her on, igniting a arousal-soaked fire in her.

"Mmppph! MMPH!" she made, teary blue eyes rolling back in her head as she came.

"Oh damn, she's leaking all over me. The little slut actually came on my dick!" the man behind her said in a pressed way through gritted teeth. Some of the men chuckled, grunting their approval or maybe even sounding jealous. He was holding on for dear life, but Taylor felt him erupt with sudden squirts of heated warmth deep inside of her as he came as well, pulling out and spanking her ass one time. Right away she felt another pair of hands on her ass-cheeks as someone else was filling his place with almost no down-time, these new gropes more forceful, more eager, imbued with the spirit of someone who was just moments away from sticking his dick into a world-wide pop sensation, and who had already waited for his turn, urgently jerking off to the views, sounds and smells of this whole scene.

Taylor's vision was blurred by wetness in her eyes caused by her gagging on cock, glancing up to the flat, toned abs of the man who used her mouth at the moment while her hands pumped two other cocks with uneven, mismatched, clumsy movements of her wrists. There was just too much going on to stay on top of it all. She was thankful for the strong hands who guided her head from one cock to the other or that snatched up her limp wrist in order to make her wrap her fingers around their dick to give it some messy, nonrhythmic pumps.

"Ready?" she heard the man fucking her face ask and then some affirmative grunts all around him. When he pulled his cock out Taylor's head weakly dangled down and it took some effort for her to look up again. When she did she saw all of those four men standing around her head jerk their cocks hard, faces turned into grimaces of arousal. She took a deep breath and then winced as a sudden eruption of cum hit her cheek.

"Oh god, fuck yes, take that load you fucking whore!" he moaned out and the singer felt her own tongue extend, almost an instinctive action, trying to be a good cum target. Only a moment later the guy next to him came too, dowsing her in another fresh, warm load, this one overshooting and hitting the top of her head, soaking into her hair. One by one the four guys came, and then someone else, probably one of the guys she had been jerking off, stepped closer and also emptied his balls all over her mouth.

With fresh semen glooping over her eyes Taylor was struggling to perceive her surroundings, but she felt a strong hand on her head, grabbing her hair and giving it a steady pull.

"Hang on," she heard him suggest, "Let's use her three at a time, okay?"

She followed his urgent hand and slowly, weakly crawled off the bench and onto the carpeted floor, feeling the rough fabric under her knees. Carefully she used her fingernails to scrape her eyes free of cum and took a look around. There were so many guys there! At least ten of them, standing around her, all of them jerking off. Somewhere off to the side in the corridor here were others who she recognized. They had already cum, but they still watched and nursed their cocks back up with tender strokes, clearly intent on having another go at her.

"Look at this fucking mess!" she heard someone say with a chuckle. And indeed, the leather cushioning of the wheeled bench was soaked with lots of little puddles of white, gooey cum. Taylor wasn't in a much better state, she looked down her body and saw her bronze skin absolutely covered in lots of wet patches, sometimes forming gooey white rivulets of jizz.

"Well, we got a slut to clean it up right here!" someone behind her suggested, and the spank to her ass that followed made the singer wince. But still, she understood and got on all fours, crawling forward. She bit her lip as she looked down on the flaky, smelly puddles of cum. It took a lot of resolve to lean down. Taylor extended her tongue and licked one of the thicker patches of semen, making a face at the pungent taste. She never really considered cum a delicious treat, but this cold, stale load was definitely one of the grosser things she had ever tasted. Still, she forced herself to pucker her lips, bringing them right to the leather, and slurped the semen up, gulping it down. From half-lidded eyes she looked around, the men all smiling approvingly. She saw the effect her slutty behavior had right away, saw cocks straining with hardness, saw them jerk off more quickly.

"Holy shit, she's so fucking filthy!" someone commented. Cheered on like that Taylor felt her showgirl come out and she played it up, arching her back and wiggling her ass, sticking her tongue out and playing with the gross cum as she sucked more of it up, licking the leather clean eagerly.

"Oh my god..." one of the men moaned. It was too much for him and from the corner of her eye Taylor saw his erection erupt in an orgasm, threads of gooey white jizz flying through the air. "Not yet," he almost whined, "Fuck! I came too early!"
Immediately the leggy blonde turned to him, nuzzling his cock with her lips and drinking the last few pumps of semen right from the source before releasing him with a plopping sound, much to the delight of the men around her who were chuckling and grunting. She dropped down to all fours and lowered her face to the carpet, sucking up the strings of accidental cum the early bird has spilled all over the floor.

"Fuck..."
"Oh damn..."
"What a nasty little whore..."

She heard some of the comments around her, but her mind was a mush, boiling with searing hot excitement. When she got back up on her knees three or four guys were fondling her ass-cheeks and her waist, someone was pinching her nipples and another man pushed two fingers into her mouth which she sucked on eagerly.

They directed her back to the bench and now she saw a muscular black man sit there on his back, a sizable erection standing upright from his hips.

"Take a seat, sweetie," he invited her while casually stroking himself and Tay understood, getting up on shaky legs with the help of some of the men who were gentlemanly holding her hands as she moved to him and straddled him in a reverse cowgirl position. She leaned back against him and felt his strong arms around her waist, securely holding her and protecting her as her tight asshole struggled to accept his massive erection. Her impressively toned thighs flexed as she squatted down on it, wincing as his girth made her retreat after a first attempt.

"There's a good girl..." he grunted, his lips pressing against her left ear from the side. Before her ass was even fully down on his dick another man stepped between her spread legs. He held his own, much smaller cock by its base and slid the fat tip through her rosy, puffy, glistening outer folds. When he pushed inside of her Taylor clenched her eyes shut and let out a moan.

"Oh fuck!" she exclaimed, the feeling of being filled with two cocks at the same time almost being too much for her. Having one large dick in her ass was acceptable, though still at times quite painful to her. Yet with the second cock in the mix the situation was much more crammed and she felt overly stuffed. A visible shiver went through her limbs, and if it wasn't for the strong man holding her up she might have collapsed right there and then. "Oh god yes, fuck me!" she whimpered, pushing aside the fact that this was unnervingly new to her and instead aiming to pleasure the guys fucking her.

And just as she wished the man between her legs began to pump in and out of her pussy while she ground her hips in a circular motion, riding the large cock in her ass. She felt someone grab the top of her head and turn it to the side, and before she knew it another cock was driven into her mouth. Following her sheer instinct she sucked on it, making lots of blissful "MMMHHHH!" and "MMMPH!" sounds.

It was difficult to concentrate on any one stimulus, with everything happening around the blonde popstar turned fuckdoll all at once. She felt dicks press against her hands and did the best to grasp them, sometimes even having trouble to make a fist, so overwhelming was the feeling of the cocks pushing against one another inside of her. She wondered if the guys could feel each other throb just like she could feel them bunch up through the tender, stretched, soft inner walls of her body. The dicks inside her were interacting, taking up space, pushing each other into crevices of her that had never before been stimulated in quite this way.

In addition to that she was leaning back, hands holding up her upper body, so that the third man could fuck her mouth. That in turn meant that her stomach and chest was fully exposed and she always felt hands on her tits, squeezing and tweaking her nipples, sometimes slapping her tits or brushing a cock against it with urgent pressure. And whenever a hand trailed down to toy with her clitoris it was almost as if the blonde's mind was erased. Pleasure flared up like a firework through all of her nervous system which was entirely unable to handle all the sensory input and instead just flooded her with incredible sexual joy, blue eyes rolling back in her head and breathy, muffled, lust-filled sounds wafting past the dick occupying her spit slathered mouth.

There was definitely pain, especially when the massive cock in her ass pushed into her with punishing force, gravity doing most of the work when her body-weight made her sink down on it, taking every single throbbing inch if she wanted to or not. But in her state the pain only was one more firework in her synapses, a little side-dish to the pleasure, in some ways actually enhancing that feeling of mind-numbing, constant bliss and arousal.

She gave up trying to dish out as much as she received, barely humping her hips and instead letting the powerful, constant thrusts of the men around her dictate the pace of the fuck, submitting to their whims and giving in. Her hands just held tightly onto the cocks that were pressed against them, knowing that she would be rocked back and forth like a rag-doll and that would provide the men with enough pleasure already. All she had to do was suck with her mouth and slither her tongue around the shaft in it, though even that was barely necessary since the guys who fucked her mouth usually just held her head still and used their hips to thrust in and out of her oral fuckhole.

Taylor's mind melted away. And with it her concept of time.

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Taylor rode this mess of carnal pleasure, her mind as thick and sweet as oozing honey, her body a doll, played with by strong hands all around her, penetrated by dozens of men and soaked in twice as many loads. She lost count of who fucked her, nor did she hold her grasp on time, instead counting in orgasms she experienced. She reached all the way up to nine before the cleaning staff arrived at the end of the floor and dispersed the last stragglers with regretful words and promises of a similar adventure next year. In one last crescendo the remaining stragglers gathered around Taylor as she knelt on the carpet, her body a slimy mess of spilled cum, her hair sticking to her skin and entirely soaked with wetness. One after another they came on her face, her body, and with the last of her remaining strength Taylor opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out as she felt warm droplets drip on her like rain.

The sun was setting behind the window overlooking the city and Taylor was glad that one of the staffers rolled her to her room on the bench. She garnered many looks in her state, her body shiny with fat globs of cum all over her, hair matted and soaked, all of her fuckable orifices leaking jizz by the spoonful. Some people seemed shocked, others smirked or nodded in approval. But she didn't care, her mind was still buzzing from the after-effects of all those orgasms that sometimes sent little electrical shocks through her muscles, making her limbs twitch. Her expression was tired and weary, but a permanent Cheshire smile seemed chiseled onto her lips, which were absolutely dripping with a mix of her own, bubbling saliva and streaks of cum.

The shower was something that sort of allowed her to slowly but surely regain her senses, letting the warm water wash away the coat of cum covering every inch of her skin, soaking her hair and freeing it of all the jizz matting it. She wasn't sure what she was looking for when she joined this ride, but she had to admit that this had been an entirely new experience, and one she would be able to feed off for months or maybe years to come. When she finally dabbed her skin dry with a towel she noticed that her bracelet, previously lit up with that familiar green glow, was now dull and a dark shade of gray, emitting no more light. It seemed that this weekend had indeed come to its conclusion. Briefly the blonde fiddled with the wrist-band of the bracelet, but she found no immediately apparent way to loosen or disconnect it, figuring that it would be taken care of by the staff upon check-out.

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Almost eight days had passed since that one fateful weekend in the hotel. Taylor had existed in a state of simultaneous longing for the feeling she had while in that hotel and a buzzing electricity in her limbs, left by the sensations she got to experience. For her it felt a bit like coming down from a drug, or battling a hangover, when you are still over fraught with all those impressions you experienced while in an altered state of mind, yet your daily life lured you back, wanting your expertise or your input.

The first two days were the worst. Everywhere Taylor saw reminders of her weekend adventures. She spent more of those days on her back, a sex-toy or just her fingers between her thighs, than standing up and being a productive member of society. By the end of those two days just the memories of her many sexual exploits had made her cum more times than she did during those fucks.

Luckily she managed to clear her head a little bit in the following days, shedding much of that electrifying buzz that kept forcing her hand between her legs, yet still basking in the afterglow of her unique days in the hotel. She couldn't recall those moments without a blissful smile creeping to her lips, or, more often than that, her teeth biting her bottom-lip as heat rose to her cheeks. But all that went out of the window when her cell-phone rung. It was highly unusual since she hated being called and preferred to deal with everything through texts. But the caller ID made her pick up in a second.

The man on the other end of the line sounded professional and courtly, identifying himself as part of the organization who set up the recent get-together. He was very tight-lipped, exchanging just a few brief sentences with her. But in the end she was given and address and invited to the office that very evening. 9 PM sharp. Delays would not be acceptable. Especially the last few words of that call left her rattled: "Please come wearing a butt plug." And then the click as the call was ended.

Naturally the leggy blonde couldn't help but fall back into the delirious lust of the previous days, masturbating no less than three times to completion as she imagined what would await her. She plugged her ass with one of the stainless steel plugs from her own collection right after the call ended, coveting that feeling of being full again, and she left the plug in, having no intention of taking it out before she would head to her evening appointment.


Given that the address was in a high-rise office building Taylor decided to dress the part, opting for a lovely, classic pencil skirt in indigo blue, almost dark enough to appear black. It had a slit in the back that allowed for a tantalizing view all the way up to her thigh with every step she took. She combined it with a layered top checkered in white and that same shade of indigo. Separating the two pieces of clothing was a slender belt around her waist, emphasizing her feminine shape. To tamper the relatively conservative look she went with a brown pair of suede oxford ankle boots with playful lacing in the front and a rather steep heel, shaping her entire figure and giving her hips a natural sway. Her blonde hair was open and in a side-part, her famous lips in their traditional shade of red.

It was an intoxicating feeling, walking through the parking garage as she left her driver waiting in the limousine. No one would have guessed that the blonde wore a sizable butt-plug under her outfit. She definitely didn't seem out of place, seeing other women in similar clothes. At this time only a few late stragglers and hopeless workaholics remained, though there was quite a number of those in the business district. No one bothered her and Taylor could enter the elevator alone and hit the key for the correct level.

A female receptionist in clothing that seemed almost more fancy than her own waved her through with a warm smile and wished her: "Good luck, Miss Swift. It's the second door to the right."

She followed the directions and arrived at a simple white office door with a plastic sign reading 'Brooks'. She checked her phone in her purse. 8:58 PM. Just a tad too early. But surely that would be fine. Still, Taylor felt an uneasy trepidation as she lifted her hand to knock. She felt ridiculous. She, a woman who made record executives wait for her and who wielded her influence and market share like a cudgel during negotiations if she had to. And now she actually felt nervous.

Another deep breath and then she pushed those thoughts aside, knocking two times on the door. For a few tense moments nothing happened, and then the door opened just a bit. A tall, black man in a black shirt and suit looked out. He was visibly muscular, even under his suit, perhaps in his thirties, early forties at most, his head bald and his facial hair neatly trimmed. He glanced back. "It's her," he announced, his voice deep and gravely.

"A bit early. Send her in," another male voice replied, sounding a bit more distant. "But check her first."

The black man gave a professional nod and then opened the door, stepping aside. The office room was dimly lit, the only light source a simple lamp on the large, wooden desk. The light it emitted was gorgeously warm, maybe an old fashioned light-bulb. The relative darkness allowed for a stunning view from the windows over the city, the early evening showing darkening skies and the massive pillars of buildings all around them, ten thousand windows decorating their shapes with illuminated rectangles.

The interior design was scarce but tasteful, the floor carpeted in a maroon color. Even the few steps Taylor had taken inside made her aware that this carpet was expensive and thick. The woods used in the paneling of the ceiling and as pillars in all corners were exquisite and gorgeously lacquered, giving this office high up in a skyscraper a mood that was somewhat reminiscent of a cabin, homely and cozy.

"I will have to check for the plug," the black security staffer informed the popstar in a low and whispering tone, giving her an inquisitive look and waiting until she glanced up to him and then gave him a little nod of consent. He gave a subtle smile and patted her flank like he was looking for contraband, then down her hips, crouching down to slide his hands down her legs and to her ankles, only to then slowly have them wander back up again.

Taylor felt herself shiver a bit as his large, strong hands caressed and squeezed her thighs through the fabric of her pencil skirt, only to then cup her ass with one hand. She felt one of his fingers slide between her petite but perky cheeks, bump against the plug. Such a little movement, but the size of the plug translated even this little bump deep inside her body, making her asshole firmly clench around the stem of the bulbous toy. His one, large hand remained on her ass, lingering, fingers pushing into her crack through the skirt. He began to nudge the plug more deliberately, his fingers pushing it in more deeply, then relieving pressure to make it slip back out a bit, then pushing it in again. Taylor stood there and lowered her eyes, biting her red lip to suppress a moan, turning it into a breathy, muffled sound.

"She's plugged as instructed," said the black man, the closeness of his deep, bass voice sending more tingles through the slender singer. His hand never left her ass, starting to move back and forth through her crack with two of his fingers pressing down on the base of the plug with firmness, nudging it as deeply into her ass as she could take it. Taylor felt like she was about ready to melt into his strong arms.

"Very good, I expected nothing less," said the other voice she had heard before. And only now did Taylor look around the room, her previous perceptions being mostly focused on the hulking, attractive black man who was fondling her ass now. That other man was older, probably in his fifties, with graying but full hair. He wore a classy designer suit that probably cost as much as a used car and rifled through various papers on his desk while looking through a pair of glasses. "Give her a spank," the man said without even looking up.

The black man exchanged a glance with Taylor and the blonde gave him a little nod of consent before his hand finally left her ass, only to come down on it in a firm spank. The tight fabric of the pencil skirt allowed for a beautiful recoil of her flesh in response to the spank. It was firm enough to require Taylor to take a little step forward, becoming fully aware of how shaky her knees were when a heated shiver made her shudder all over.

"Much better," the man in the suit said, finally looking up at the singer with a polite yet distant smile, the kind you'd expect a sales representative to don for his clients. "Please, come over here, Miss Swift."

Taylor gave a similarly friendly smile and looked over her shoulder at the black man again before she walked up towards the desk. There was no spare chair, so she just stood in front of it. She gave a little look over her shoulder only to find that the other man was now standing in front of the door, their eyes briefly meeting. A shiver ran down Taylor’s spine. She liked how he looked at her, it made her feel wanted, desired and sexy. But she hesitantly pulled her gaze away from him when the older man spoke up again.

"I am very happy you could make some time for us today, Miss Swift. My name is Norman Brooks.” He gave her a slight smile before continuing: “I assume I won’t have to go into detail as to who I am or what I do. But I have called you here on a matter of import. To us, certainly. But to you maybe even more.”

Taylor was a little confused by his cryptic opening and, not being a stranger to boardrooms and standing her ground, asked in a firm tone of voice that almost hid the quiver of arousal that still flooded her veins: “I see. That sounds a little more vague than I had hoped for. Could you explain to me what exactly you mean?”

Brooks leaned back in his chair and the leather made a satisfying creaking sound as he did so. He folded his hands in front of his chest, elbows propped up on the arm-rests, and regarded her over the rim of his glasses. There was amusement in his look, but also a hint of delight. “Interesting. You seem to be able to hide your nature quite well. Or maybe it’s not even an act and you truly have embraced this role to the point of believing it is who you are, deep down below.” A smirk softened his features and Taylor had to admit that he looked quite handsome despite his age. Or maybe because of it. He was sophisticated and confidence was adorning him like an invisible crown.

This time the musician was less bold in her reaction: “Excuse me?” she asked with her brows pulling closer together, “I am sorry, but why exactly did you summon me here? You know that I have a busy schedule and I trust you didn’t just call be over for some teasing?”

“Fair,” Brooks said with a single nod of his head as he produced a small stack of papers from his desk's drawer, “I have called you over because I have an offer for you. Something that you might find interesting. Maybe even something that can open new doors for you. And I mean that, someone like you rarely finds a door locked to them, but there are.” He smiled then, giving his words some time to sink in. He placed the papers on the desk before him. “And it is directly related to the weekend you spent with us.” He seemed to notice the slight shiver going through Taylor at that mention and his smile broadened. “Yes, I feel like I have piqued your curiosity now. Maybe I can show that I will make this worth your while by giving you something you want? Right now?”

He looked past Taylor and she turned around, following his glance. And there she met eyes with the black security staffer.

“This is my associate Mister Haines. He is here mostly to deal with the occasional troublemaker. But due to your… proclivities, I have invited him here today in order to make you feel more at ease. I think you can put the puzzle pieces together?”

Taylor swallowed as she saw the hulking, tall man approach her. She gave him a nod and he stood behind her, his hand finding her slender waist and holding her, while his other moved up to the side of her neck. His face pushed down to the other side of her neck and planted a lingering kiss there. Taylor let out a pleased purr, eyes closed, head angled to allow him easier access.

“So, Miss Swift. Would you like to enjoy Mister Haines’ affections while we have our talk?” asked Brooks.

Breathlessly Taylor let out a moan, nodding her head before she found her voice again, albeit trembling and weak: “Yes.”

Brooks smiled like a business man who had heard that a client was interested in a coffee, so he sent his assistant out to fetch some. “Mister Haines?” he said with an inviting hand motion towards the slender, long legged singer, “If you would be so kind?” Then, as if he just remembered her again, he looked back at Taylor. “However, it would be best if you keep your attention on me, Miss Swift. Women are famously able to do multiple things at once. So I think you won’t have any trouble with that.”

“Mhm,” she moaned as Mister Haines had both of his hands on her perky ass, fondling it and then gripping it tightly so that the fabric of her pencil skirt bunched up. Finding more traction like that the man continued to pull at the fabric until the skirt was bunched up around Taylor’s waist, revealing her bare ass cheeks, nestled in between them the glistening jewel of her butt plug. She heard the clicking of plastic and then felt the wetness of lube rubbed against her sex and her asshole by his large, strong hands. The intimate touch made her shiver and a wince went through her.

“Now, we get a lot of visitors to our events,” Brooks continued his explanation in an unnervingly calm, unbothered tone. It all felt like just another business proposition, the kind she had attended a hundred times before. If it wasn’t for the tall man behind her undoing his zipper. She felt the fleshy head of his cock rub against her soft ass-cheeks. She felt it throb and twitch. It was warm, hot even.

“Some people have a poor reaction to the explicit nature of these get-togethers,“ the older man elaborated, “We regularly have eager attendees who leave early because while they initially agreed to the situation, they just couldn’t handle being exposed to them directly. What complicated that is that this unique networking opportunity often make for an incentive to stay, even if someone might not enjoy what happens around them, or even to them.”

Brooks was glancing out of the window now, not even paying attention as Taylor’s pussy was penetrated by a large, throbbing cock. Haines eased his girthy eight inches into her pussy, which turned out to be not quite the easy feat imagined as the fit was tight, not only due to Taylor’s naturally slender shape, but also due to the impressively sized butt plug still inside her ass competing for space with his cock. The blonde felt her lip tremble and bit down on it, barely able to turn the moan bubbling up in her into a muffled whimper.

“In the past we have used psychologists to develop profiles for our visitors. While we encourage the kind of deviance you yourself have not only been a witness to, but an active participant of, we never want someone to take part in it just due to the supposed rewards they get for doing so. So we had daily and sometimes hourly sessions with psychologists to make sure everyone was feeling well taken care of. You might recall that you haven’t had such a session, but that is due to the march of technology.”

As he spoke Mister Haines started to push into Taylor and now had developed a steady, easy rhythm, the sound of his hips slapping against her perky ass cheeks a completely out of place soundtrack to Brooks casual voice.

“Please,” Brooks offered with a kind smile, finally looking back at Taylor who regarded him with lust-clouded blue eyes, “Feel free to lean in and support yourself on the desk.”

The popstar didn’t have to be asked twice and she bent over, aided by Mister Haines who pushed her down with one strong, large palm pressed against her upper back, placing her elbows flat on the desk. He re-positioned both of his large hands around her waist, holding her still as he now pummeled her from behind. The fuck was already intense and Taylor’s breath came out as sharp gasps. Sometimes arousal took over and then an exhale was shaped into a moan. Still she had her eyes on Brooks as he continued his explanations completely careless.

“I am sure you recall this,” the older man said as he nestled what looked like a smart-watch in his hand. And of course Taylor recalled that every girl at the event wore one of those and the screen lit up to let everyone know whether the person was freely usable through a green light, or if they had other commitments.

“We use them not only to ensure the wishes of our members are respected,” Brooks said calmly as Mister Haines' hands wandered down to Taylor’s ass. Two big paws squeezing her cheeks, soft and malleable, as he watched his big black cock, slick with lube and her juices, slide in and out between her legs. Above sparkled the bright jewel of her butt-plug, bouncing every time he pushed into her. Every ridge of his cock made the plug move in her as well and so both of her holes were stimulated by this improvised fucking session. Taylor had trouble to focus on Brooks now. She often went cross-eyed for a moment, sometimes had to blink multiple times just to firmly look at him again.

“But we also use them to monitor the wearers,” he continued undeterred, “especially new members of our society. You see, with all the networking opportunities we had girls engage in things that they seemed to agree to, but they actually hated every minute and exposed themselves to trauma. These devices…” he held up the watch and shook it for emphasis, “allow us to quickly find someone who is in distress. Even if they claim to feel fine. And then we can remove them from the situation and get them the help they need.”

Suddenly Taylor hunched over, her neck muscles lacking the strength to support her head as an orgasm washed through her. "Oh god! FUCK! Mhhhh! Fucking hell, yes! Oh god!", she yelled out, her voice dripping with arousal. It shook her limbs like a continuing electric shock and she would have lost her footing if it wasn’t for Mister Haines holding her waist again and keeping her upright. The sophisticated popstar made grunting, huffing sounds, felt drool drip down her chin. The muscular man eased the rhythm of his attack a little, giving her time to breathe, to collect herself again. But he never ceased fucking her, his cock impaling her deeply yet with a little less force now.

She wasn’t quite sure how long she convulsed like that, but when she managed to lift her gaze she met Brooks' eyes who looked at her in a mix of amusement and impatience. “Are you with me again?” he asked and when she nodded he continued: “Not to worry though. We didn’t notice those signs of unease and worry in your data, Miss Swift. The opposite is the case, actually.”

The blonde felt a gooey droplet run down her inner thighs. She wasn’t sure if these were her juices or his, but it all just added to the increasing feeling of overwhelming arousal.

“Your data shows that you were in bliss from the moment you walked into the hotel to the moment you left the monitoring device behind.” Brooks lifted some papers with graphs and numbers. Taylor couldn’t even pretend to understand a thing of it at the moment. Her world was the cock conquering her insides, the thrusts penetrating her more firmly again, sending jolts through her body and making the desk shake. “The levels were elevated the whole way through and sometimes spiked dramatically. We used the CCTV footage to apply visuals to the spikes, finding out just what makes you tick.”

For a moment Brooks remained silent and the high-end office was flooded by the sounds and scents of rough, quick sex. “I could give you a whole spiel about elevated arousal levels and the resulting, accurate profile of someone's sexual desires. But I think our data shows that it would be much, much more enjoyable to you if I call you a slut. A complete natural born whore. Some girls are made to find their one partner, others to experiment. But we always notice a small percentage of participants of our weekends who significantly excel above those levels. People who are meant to be submerged in arousal.”

He paused once more then, regarding Taylor closely as the tall, leggy blonde had her slender body rocked by possessive, firm thrusts of the black man behind her. “You might have had that feeling before,” Brooks finally resumed, “The needs you have were never quite fulfilled. You were doing the thing society wants you to do. Go from one relationship to the other. But you find things that annoy you about your partners, find reasons to break up with them.” He allowed himself an amused smile as his brows rose. “Granted, those fleeting relationship can make for pretty good song inspirations.”

Taylor’s mind was drifting off again, her eyes half-lidded as her body succumbed to the ceaseless onslaught of stimulation. She lowered her gaze, slouching over. Brooks rolled his eyes, though this time he would not have it. He gave a court nod to his guard and politely requested: “Mister Haines? Please?”

The black man understood perfectly and one of his large hands reached up, grabbed a handful of Taylor’s hair and yanked back, making the blonde look straight ahead, eyes dripping with arousal yet wide open now. She felt the pain of him pulling on her hair, but it was only stimulation to her, it added to her lust rather than detracting from it. Fervently trying to have her eyes remain on Brooks she moaned out loudly: “Ohh fuck! Oh my god! Oh yes please!”

“She is becoming loopy,” Brooks said, directed at Mister Haines, “Switch to her asshole please.”

Taylor could barely believe these words so casually slipped from this old, refined looking man. But Mister Haines stopped his onslaught for a few brief, deep breaths. When he pulled out Taylor felt an emptiness in her, a cock-shaped hole that she craved to feel filled again. Yet Mister Haines made her wait. Instead he seized the bottom of the plug in her ass and wiggled it free from its embrace, first loosening the hole and then pulling back until it came free with a muffled squeak from the award-winning Queen of Pop.

She felt the cool caress of more lube as Mister Haines spread it around her asshole, then pushed more inside using two of his fingers. His hands were big and even this penetration made Taylor shiver and produce a little groan. That groan turned into a whimper when he, without much of a pause, grabbed his dick by the root and lined it up with her ass. With gentle but unyielding progress he worked himself into her asshole, deeper and deeper. And once he felt the defiant grip off it relent somewhat he built a rhythm again. Soon Taylor was fucked up the ass firmly and steadily. The familiar feeling of pain mixed with pleasure flooded her, though the arousal wasn’t nearly as debilitating as when he was ballsdeep in her dripping pussy.

With a sigh Brooks said: “Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, you are a slut, Miss Swift. You were not made for the monogamous relationship template that much of our society is built upon. Some people are incompatible with it. You are one of these people. There are ways someone like you can find happiness. Some will become pornstars. Some will become prostitutes or escorts. Others will marry and put on an act for a while, maybe even deceiving themselves that they are finally happy. But they will then invariably cheat on their partners. Not once but serially and constantly.”

As the popstar’s fingernails scraped over the exquisite aged wood of the desk Brooks casually and without hurry leafed through the small stack of papers before him. “Which brings me back to my offer, Miss Swift. This is a contract. It binds you to my organization in a role rather similar to the one you inhabited during that weekend not too long ago. You will become a bartering chip for us. We will offer sex with you to potential new associates or clients. You will not be rewarded for this. Unless we find out that prostitution and being paid for it is part of your unique proclivities. In return you get to satiate your urges. And you get to make connections. My organization has contacts that would allow even someone of your international standing to benefit from being a part of it.”

While trying her best to listen to Brooks, Taylor felt Mister Haines’ hand wander from her ass cheek down between her legs, his fingertips finding her clitoris and with gentle but mercilessly unceasing circular motions he teased it, making the blonde whimper and her eyes roll back in her head, even as he yanked on her hair with his other hand. “Oh fuck…” the popstar moaned softly. The fingertips kept dancing and sending fireworks through her, only emphasized by the cock ramming into her by now welcoming asshole repetitively.

After some time had passed Mister Haines re positioned his hand, caressing her flank. She could feel the wetness on his fingertips soak through her top. Her own wetness, her own slutty juices. When her eyes were able to focus again she was looking into Brooks’ patient and smirking face.

“Are you with me again, Miss Swift?” he asked laconically, “Good. I expected that reaction. So powerful, the most influential woman in music, right? Such a weight to bear on your narrow shoulders. Especially if that role you play of the businesswoman in absolute control, of the firmly confident songstress swaying the masses with a flick of her finger, if all of that is an act and you barely get the opportunity to be yourself. The real you deep down below. You might have felt shame before when you engaged in acts that make you feel how you actually want to feel. It goes against what you’re supposed to be like. But let me tell you, being yourself is a strength and you should embrace it.”

Mister Haines kept pumping his cock all the way into her ass, his balls, dripping wet with her own juices, slapped damply against her sex time and again. While he kept a firm grip on her hair with one hand to yank her head back and keep her attention on Brooks, his other hand reached forward, gently caressed her neck and then moved further. Taylor’s lips parted for his fingers and she felt her cheeks swell as three of them penetrated her mouth, started to tease her tongue. Her moans sounded muffled against the digits, her tongue eagerly lapped against them. She tasted herself on them.

Brooks pushed the contract towards her and tapped the dotted line. “We can give you what you need. We have the means to make it all happen in secret. And we will also connect you with people whose influence will support and enhance yours. Yes, you will be a slut in our service. A toy we give to others to fuck and spank and cum on as they please.” A smile bloomed on his lips, “But that will all just be a bonus to you. All we need is your signature here.” His eyes shifted to the powerful black man who currently fucked Taylor’s ass. “Mister Haines? If you would give her an opportunity?”

He nodded and his hand let go of Taylor’s hair. Instead he held her by the waist, supporting her efforts to remain on her feet despite of her trembling legs and the twitching, weary muscles of her calves.

Taylor looked back over her shoulder at Mister Haines, saw much of her own arousal reflected in his face, dripping with perspiration. Then she looked to Brooks again who sat there undisturbed, holding a black pen with intricate golden trimmings out to her. With much effort the singer lifted herself up on her shaky hands, took the pen.

Behind her Mister Haines picked up his pace. His thrusts increased in ferocity and his hips really slammed into her body probably only weighing half of his, if even that. Taylor whimpered and moaned. “Oh fuck, yes…” she begged.

One of her hands adjusted the contract, her sweaty palm sticking to the paper, the other gripped the pen. With shaky movements she placed her signature on the dotted line, overwhelmed by temptation, unwilling to let the feeling go she reveled in at the moment. The heavy thrusts against her ass made her writing inaccurate, caused wild scratches of the pen reaching half the page up and down. But in the end she sealed the deal.

There it was. Signed and proven. She was now a whore. And that thought aroused her to no end. Her mind painted images of all the things she would experience, all the sudden surprise-adventures awaiting her in the future.

“Fuck…” Mister Haines groaned, “I’m cumming.”

“Make her swallow,” Brooks said in a hushed, unhurried tone, “let her taste her own ass on you.”

Taylor didn’t need an invitation and slid down onto her knees, turning around to face Mister Haines. It felt so right to be down here, so comfortable.

He grabbed his cock by the root and aimed it at her face just as Taylor’s mouth fell open, tongue hanging out. He slapped the head onto that tongue and then, with a subtle motion of his hips, pushed deeper into that opening. At first Taylor just kept her mouth wide open, but then she closed her lips around the head of the cock, gently starting to suck. She swallowed her own saliva and grimaced at the taste of anal sex on the skin of the man. It was not a pleasant taste. But it was sexy nonetheless. It felt humiliating and Taylor craved that. She indulged in it. More and more eagerly did she clean his dick with generous, almost greedy movements of her tongue, slurping loudly when her own saliva dripped down the shaft.

“This is it…” Mister Haines pressed out through clenched teeth.

And then he came. Taylor nursed his cock gently during his climax, feeling the warm, wet eruption on her tongue as he got milked into her mouth. She became one with the twitching of his cock, matched it with gentle lapping of her tongue. And once his climax subsided she sat there on her knees, cock held firmly in her mouth. She felt more juices seep out of it and then she finally began to pull back, taking delicate care so that her lips never lost their seal.

Once his dick left her mouth with a plop she felt a single droplet of gooey white cum drip down her lower lip and then form a bead under her chin. But Taylor opened up to show him the rest of it, the off-white puddle flooding her mouth, coating her tongue. Then she closed up and with a grimace of slight distaste forced herself to swallow. Out of breath she opened up again, tongue sticking out, to show that it was all gone, her chest heaving up and down.

“Good girl,” Mister Haines lauded her to Taylor’s visible delight.

“Indeed,” chimed Brooks in, “You have done well, Miss Swift. Please allow Mister Haines to escort you to your ride. And don’t fret, we won’t call upon you right away. You can live your life as you wish. Just that sometimes you will get a priority email that we expect you to answer within 12 hours. We will send you assignments to go on. Maybe you have to suck a producer’s cock, maybe convince a fresh new hip-hop artist to sign with a certain label by being available to him. You get the idea.”

Taylor nodded her head and got to her feet with Mister Haines’ gallant assistance. He helped her clean up and bit and pull her skirt down, and then they were headed outside, leaving Brooks alone in his office.

That is, until the older man rolled back in his comfortable leather chair. And from under his desk the cinnamon red hair of Madelaine Petsch appeared, her mouth sloppy with her own saliva, glistening wetness dripping down her chin and connecting her mouth to the older man’s cock with fragile threads.

“Congratulations, Miss Petsch,” Brooks said, “You once again had the right instinct and got us a very high-profile addition to our stable. Your eye for girls who fit our requirements is nothing short of outstanding. The deal stands: You will get 10% commission for any and all revenue produced by this new business opportunity.” He smiled as the redhead inched closer on her knees and made out with his cock again, a big smile on her lips. “And if her fervor and willingness is any indication, you will become a wealthy woman just from this.”

“Oh god, fuck, thank you so much!” Madelaine said, her mouth very briefly unoccupied by cock. But the moment without it made her seem to miss it, as she once again took it into her mouth and sucked it more deeply and more quickly that before, as if to make up for time spent apart. And once again Madelaine had brought a friend into the organization.


The End
 
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Re: Invite Only (Taylor Swift & Various Others)
« Reply #8 on: March 02, 2024, 08:03:38 PM »
I finally finished reading this amazing story. Keep up the great work, Snack. :Y:
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Re: Invite Only (Taylor Swift & Various Others)
« Reply #9 on: March 25, 2024, 06:42:04 AM »
Very nice story. Thank you for posting and the final chapter
 
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