WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction. The events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and are no true reflection of the celebrities, singers, songs etc depicted or referenced within. Fantasy is legal. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in your current country of residence. All characters depicted in this fiction are over 18 years of age. I do not own Taylor Swift, any of her songs or any associated artist, act or piece of music involved or associated with her.
Starring: Taylor Swift
What Happens at the Christmas Tree Farm
An erotic fan-fiction story.
by DaxG2001 (daxg2001@yahoo.co.uk)
Codes: Cons, MF, oral.
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“So, all we need for you to do here Hank is just to, I dunno, make sure the lady is well taken care of.” The farm owner gruffly said, not sounding too thrilled about the events and the fuss going on. “Get her snacks, get her water. Whatever she needs. You know how these fancy city folk get when they can’t get a precious damn signal on their shiny machines and gadgets and whatnot!”
“Yup. Got it, Sir.” Hank Monroe stated with a nod. The young, handsome and nicely muscular farm hand was a stereotype of a good old country boy who worked on farmland, even down to the plaid shirt and jeans he wore which looked well used and far from fresh off the shelf. All too happy to help out at this Christmas Tree farm he’s worked at for years and more than likely will do at for the rest of his life. “Must be somethin’ real important goin’ all with all these folk about.” He stated the obvious, as was the way for a man who kept himself to himself and didn’t engage in the usual current generation trends, culture or even too much into modern music or films and the like. Just a good working man who did some honest work and went home to the family house each day.
“Hell if I know what it all is, boy! It’s the last damn thing we need heading into the busiest month for us!” The farm owner stated. “Need to get up lights, camera this, secure the area that. If they’d damn shown up early we wouldn’t need this delay! They’re talking an hour maybe two before they’re ready for this photoshoot or whatever it is!” He complained before his attention turned to an approaching vehicle that from the size of it and the shine of the paintwork was most certainly not from any neck of the woods around this farm. “Anyway, guess this might be the ‘VIP’ or whoever. So make sure you keep her safe and all that and only speak when you’re spoken to. Probably some rich guy’s daughter or whatever so don’t be doing any funny business.”
“No Sir.” Hank stated with a nod and didn’t sound like that thought had even crossed his mind. He stood in place with hands in his pockets to watch his boss approach the vehicle as a few men first came out with one speaking right to the farm owner while another opened the door of the car.
Whatever Hank had been expecting to see, he was soon met with a very pleasant surprise at the woman who stepped out of the car. If he was like most young men of his age in other parts of the country he’d know fully well that this woman wasn’t just any normal blonde woman, even as attractive and nicely curved as she was. This was none other than Miss Americana herself in global pop music icon Taylor Swift. Clad in a nicely fitting dress with a skirt that rested to the thigh and snugly showed off her hips and chest, along with those long legs. Topped off with, as is her trademark, thick red lipstick on her lips and she even had a classic red with white ruffle and bobble Santa hat on the top of her head. Nicely fitting for both the holiday season and the fact that she, as stated by her festive song Christmas Tree Farm, used to grow up on such a farm herself in her younger years.
“OK, Miss Swift… This here is Hank. One of my trusted farm workers.” His boss said to lead Swift over to him.
“Ma’am.” Hank politely said with a nod and while he could appreciate her beauty, even if he might be like his Boss some of the few men in the world to not know who she was, he kept a respectful look at her.
“He’s gonna make sure someone keeps a watch on you. Not that we get any trouble around here of course.” His boss made sure to add. “But you two run along now and we’ll see what your guys are complaining about now for this shoot of yours.” The Boss made a gesture with his hand and turned away to go back to the men at the car.
“This way, Ma’am.” Hank said and pointed towards a hut-like building just a short distance away. “I’ll just warn you it’s kind of whipped together real quick. We don’t really have no need for any, you know, waitin’ area or anythin’ fancy like that. But it’s warm, got light and we got a kettle we can boil so I reckon it’s all us folks need out here.” He explained with a smile and politely opened the door for her.
“Oh, it looks more than fine!” Taylor smiled and stepped in. Seeing that indeed this looked more like a common break-room for workers from the shelves and lockers at the walls and a basic lightbulb above, but at the least, they’d put in a comfy chair likely from the owner’s house there to use. “And please, no need for calling me ‘Ma’am’ all the time either! Just Taylor will do just fine.”
“Sure thing, Taylor.” Hank closed the door behind them and allowed Taylor to take a quick look around before she popped her handbag onto a table. “Well, I was told to stick around and make sure that anythin’ ya’ll need is taken care of. So if you need me to whip up somethin’ to drink or rummage up somethin’ to eat, just let me know.”
“That’s the kind of country hospitality I’ve missed!” Taylor said and didn’t decide to sit down just yet. A glance over the handsome man while she stood a short distance away from him. “You know? The whole reason why I’m going to do a photoshoot out here today is because way back when I was growing up I used to live on a Christmas Tree farm! Not this one of course, but pretty much just like it!”
“Huh. Well, ain’t that a real small world.” Hank sounded surprised. “Guess me and my Boss misjudged you somethin’ real bad. Figured ya’ll was some city gal or somethin’. So I’m real sorry for makin’ that kind of judgement about ya’ll.”
“Oh relax! I’ve been called worse!” Taylor smiled and waved a hand to show she had no problems with that. “Your name’s Hank, right?” She asked and he nodded to confirm. “Well yeah, I’m a real country gal at heart. It’s how I started, singing classic stuff you know? Before I moved on to pop music and, well, songs about Christmas Tree farms! Well, one song but with how I’m redoing my songs there might be another one in me somewhere.”
“Singer, huh? Must be someone who sings real good to have all these people and all this fuss around you!” Hank said for a compliment with a smile to match.
“You… Don’t know who I am?” Taylor sounded surprised but let out another cute laugh. “That’s a first for me, no offence! I’m used to, like, everyone knowing who I am.”
“Sorry, Taylor. Didn’t mean anythin’ bad by it.” Hank said. “Guess I’m more a guy into the old classics than whatever’s on the radio these days. But if how ya’ll are lookin’ is anythin’ to go by? I’m sure you sing you songs somethin’ real pretty!” He said with another smile.
“I’d like to think I do just that.” Swift said and gave him another look over. “So… You don’t know anything about me, is that right? You and your Boss?” A mischievous look came across her pretty face while she took a step forward. “Guess that makes us even since I don’t really know you… But if you think I’m pretty good from just the way I look? Then I could say the same about you, looking like a good old country boy like you do!” She said with a tone that had a hint of playfulness to it and closed the distance.
“Ma’am… I mean, uh, Taylor? Look, I don’t mean no harm by what I said… And I don’t want no trouble…” Even if he didn’t know what level of fame this woman had, he could pick up what she meant in her voice.
“Oh? Well if you knew me? Then you’d know that I’m someone who loves getting into some trouble…” Taylor said to tease him, and helped herself to reach forward and stroke a hand down his shift. “And you are supposed to keep me company right now, aren’t you?” She locked eyes with the handsome, younger man. “It’s a nice change to have a nice, hunky man to look after me being in the room than just stuck outside… Makes things a lot more fun, don’t you think?”
“Taylor… I could get in some real deep trouble if you’re askin’ to do what I think you are.” Monroe stated the obvious. “And maybe you would be too, but I reckon you’d be in less trouble than I’d be.”
“Lift ain’t fun without some trouble, babe.” Taylor gave him a wink. “But how about you give me some good old country hospitality… And let this poor gal who has been stuck in the city for too fucking long have some fun… Sound good?” She asked and allowed her hand to explore lower to make him watch as she slowly undid the buttons on that shirt to get a close look at his hunky frame to keep her smiling broadly.
“...Yeah… I reckon that sounds real good, all things considered.” Hank wisely took the offer.
Rewarded instantly when Swift slid his shirt off his body and then all too eagerly dropped down to her knees. Smartly using his shirt like a makeshift cushion on the bare floor of this ‘waiting room’ like she’s all too used to masking what she’s been up to out of sight of her PR team and the like. Her hands quickly moved up and showed experience with a smooth unlooping of the belt and buckle, a pull of the zipper and then hauling his lower clothing down.
“Fuck. Yeah.” Taylor grinned when her eyes locked onto a thick, long slab of man-meat more suited for a porn star than a tree farm worker. “Grade A country boy right here!” She praised and didn’t wait until he’d finished stepping out of his Jeans before she gripped that dick and began to stroke him off.
“Mmmmm… Taylor? Whether you’re a city gal or a country gal? One thing’s for sure…” Hank said with a groan and a smile, even though he knew how wrong this was to get some action from a stranger, let alone one he was supposed to be looking after rather than fucking. “Ya’ll is trouble enough to make the Devil blush doin’ somethin’ like this!”
“If you knew my music? You’d say that you’d knew I was trouble when I walked in!” The blonde teased if even just to amuse herself. Before he could question that, she got a moan out of him when she guided that fat, lengthy dick past those famously crimson-clad lips. A groan of her own made around his size from the stretch around the size while she sank. Her gorgeous eyes locked up with a sinful narrow to show she approved of the feeling. That was mutual from his smile and the moans when she slowly lifted. Another moment to tease but this time about pulling off from him, just to stop at the halfway mark. A push back down to begin the slow and steady bobs along his member with her hand gripping the base with a firm grip to show she’s used to handling more than just a microphone.
“Mmmmmpphhhh… Shhhhlllrrrppp… Mmmmmm…” Shameless moans from the pop star were muffled by that thickness. She went to work with a steady pace on him to enjoy not just his size, but the fact her hunch was right that he, unlike a lot of men, and probably a good many of her ex-lovers and boyfriends, could handle what her world-famous mouth could dish out. His reward was being able to moan and watch her pretty face slide along his prick. Leaving both her soothing saliva onto the plentiful inches and the smear of that sexy thick lipstick of hers onto that size. A ring of red formed at the halfway point to match the coating up to the crown. All accompanied by the sultry smile from Swift who groaned around him to show she got off on sucking the dick of a man she’s only known for mere minutes.
“Mmmmm… I reckon I misjudged you somethin’ real good, Taylor! Mmmmm…” The farm boy stated with a handsome smile. A task that was both simple but extremely difficult to just stand in place and allow the singer to have her wicked fun with him and his fat cock. Her golden hair swayed back and forth and the bobble of her festive hat cutely swayed while she slurped along his member. “Ahhhhh… God damn! Mmmmm… You sure got a fair share of a… Mmmm! A country girl in ya with a mouth like that! Mmmmm…” He stated with a groan. The saliva was all over his rod now to even leave her fingers a little sticky. Those digits slowly unwrapped in time with her lips that sank deeper along his manhood. Further leaving the grafitti of her lipstick along those delicious inches in the process even at the expense of saliva that dripped off her chin to hit the exposed skin above her chest.
“Mmmmm… Mmmmmphhh! Mmmm! Shhhhrrrkkkk…” The Shake It Off and Blank Space singer kept the smile around his big dick to take the dirty talk like a compliment. Only more encouragement for her to suck away on this man-meat and did so now hands-free. Her fingers were now off his base to rest on his thigh. Her long hair still flowed back and forth in time with the eager, lusty motion. Her moans were muffled by his size and the look of desire still in her eyes that alone could make many a man blow a load if they’d ever been lucky enough to witness it. “Mmmmm! Mmmmpphhh… Shhhhllrrpppp… Mmmmm…” The fact her fingers stroked his skin a bit showed she appreciated finally being able to go to town on a big cock that filled up her mouth nicely. Her oral talents were on full display since when the thick crown of his hit the back of that cavern she didn’t even let out a choke. Skill more suited for a porn star than the global pop music icon currently on her knees is supposed to be.
“Ahhhhh… Now, I don’t want to sound ungrateful, Taylor? Mmmm… But ain’t I… Mmmmm! Supposed to be takin’ care of you here, and… Mmmm! Damn! Not you treatin’ me to somethin’ wild like this?” Hank pointed out even though, as his grin made clear, he had no issues at all with her delivering a red hot, sloppy blowjob like this. The spit dripped onto the floor below and down to his balls from the repeated, deep sucks from those full and pouty lips. Lipstick all over his length to add to the mess like she was branding his rod in between the slurps to stuff her mouth. The pace left the bobble on her hat swinging behind her like it was trying to fly off from her head, and Swift didn’t even care about the loose strands of her hair across those gorgeous features of hers.
If the farm hand knew who he was dealing with, he’d understand that Miss Americana was a woman who always got what she wanted. And if that meant she wanted to enjoy sucking dick like a common whore for a few minutes more, then that’s exactly what she’d do. She went further than that with a grip on his legs. A naughty stare upward before she plunged her features right down onto him to press her nose into his skin and chin against his saliva-soaked balls. A loud groan from them both was the result of him now being able to enjoy the snugness of her throat while she got the rare sensation of a slab of dick being able to not just reach that far in to stretch her oral passage out but last down there.
“MMMMMPPHHH! MMMMM… SHHHHRRRLLLPPP… MMMMM…” Just as impressive as him not just unloading the moment she took him in was the fact Taylor didn’t let out a single gag from the deep throating. More loud slurps and mumbled groans while she kept her million-dollar face shoved into his crotch. Her hands stroked his thighs and she even twisted her head a little to grind her lips. Making sure to smear saliva for a thick red ring around the base of him to match the staining from balls to tip she’d left over him. Narrowed eyes of desire cast up at him before she slowly lifted to the crown. Her lips left to seal at the very tip for a last suckle before she properly pulled away. Barely a gasp escaped her before she kissed the tip with a groan and finished off to spit onto the head and use her tongue for a quick swirl around for good measure.
“Whew… Oh boy… Am I damn in for it now…” Hank laughed and had to wipe sweat from off his forehead after without question the best blowjob he’s likely to ever have in his still young life.
“Yes, you fucking are!” Taylor grinned and perhaps for a sign this isn’t the first time she’s fucked a lucky guy in such a sudden encounter, even with her lipstick all over his cock hers was only slightly smudged so a quick touch-up could mask what naughtiness she’s been up to.
“So, I’m guessin’ I should return the favour now, or…” Hank offered. Just to have the popstar make sure she was still in control when she rose to her feet and put her hands on his chest. A playful pushback to make him sit in the chair of this makeshift waiting room he was supposed to be acting as a bodyguard in instead of as a personal booty call.
“A nice, sweet country boy you are to offer that.” Swift said to tease. Making him stare when she hiked her skirt up and used a hand to haul her panties to the side. “But we ain’t got the time for that!” She grinned and helped herself to mount his lap and ease herself down. Without either of them being able to stop to slap on some protection before she took him inside.
“MMMM! I guess we damn don’t! MMMM!” Hank had to quickly grip her covered waist while her hands went to his nicely broad shoulders. Little time to react, let alone adjust to the sudden, pleasurable feeling of a tight, hot and tellingly wet pussy clamped around his freshly soaked in drool cock. Swift’s eagerness, and not just because her team could be back at any moment to catch them in the act, led her to go right to work and lift. Her pussy eased back down and not the proper time to adjust to such a huge size like this. Her tightness was a sign that she wasn’t used to a dick this thick or long or more likely hadn’t had one that wasn’t just a sex toy for quite some time. Her body was built for a cock like this though so it wasn’t long before she shifted up and down to once again make that long blonde hair sway and sent the ball of her Santa hat to swing about from the energetic motion.
“AHHHH! No, we… MMMM! FUCK! No we fucking don’t! MMMMM!” The Red and Speak Now singer let out a lusty hiss from the sensation of her pussy being almost resized by both his vast size and her determined bounces to stuff this member deep into her tightness. Not satisfied with having branded his dick with her lipstick and the deep throating she’d skilfully done minutes ago. She wanted him balls deep in another of her needy holes. “MMMMM! SHIT! God!! FUCK… That’s fucking big!! MMMM!!” She gasped in delight and made her rounded tits bounce in her dress from the sharp pushes up and down on his dick she delivered. Her arousal had been clear from the moment of penetration but that only carried on now with being soaked around his shaft. Able to start to replace her drool with her juices and further enjoy a stud who could handle her and that stunning body since if she could last in her throat, then it stood to reason he could handle being in her love tunnel too.
“MMMM… Hope it… AHHHH… Ain’t too much for ya, Taylor! MMMMM…” The farm boy said with a smile to show that just like before with the oral sex, he was more than happy to let her control the pace and go at this however she wanted. The feeling of that snug and soaked pussy all around his dick felt divine. He’d be hard-pressed to find any piece of snatch better than this any place else, even with another celebrity. He certainly had no intentions to pull out of her or demand she ease up from the brisk pace. A perfect deepening ride on his fuck-stick to make that rounded ass begin to slap down into his body. Those long and lovely legs of hers were built for more than just dances and struts around a stage for a sold-out show to be used to drive her twat straight up and down to buck along his member. A sight more expected from a Size Queen porn star than a global icon and role model like she is supposed to be.
“AHHHHH! FUCK NO! MMMMM! Not fucking… MMMM! Too much for me at all!! MMMMM FUCK!!” Taylor grinned down at her newfound lover with a big grin. Her long hair getting a little messy from the constant sways and the first drops of sweat were now across those gorgeous features of hers. Her tits jiggled as she rode him, and showed a slight hint of the bra she had on underneath that didn’t strictly match the panties she had on down below. A show that she hadn’t planned on fucking a young, handsome and toned stud today but wasn’t going to pass up the chance to have her snatch stuffed and brains pounded out even though right now she was the one doing the work for the both of them and extremely happily so. “MMMM! Just fucking… AHHHH! Perfect! MMMM! Exactly what I fucking need! MMMMM FUCK!!” She stated between loud moans and perhaps it was a lucky thing that this bodyguard was stationed inside this room because if there were any outside they’d easily hear that some wild banging was going on within the makeshift green room.
“MMMMM! Whatever you say, Taylor! AHHHHH…” He stoked her sides a little and wisely let her have her fun. No objections to being used almost like he was just a living sex toy for her to bounce and vent some clear sexual frustrations on to leave his meaty shaft soaked in juices to go with the coating of lipstick still across his prick. A pick of fine sights to look at from down at his crotch to see his dick vanish up into her wet and needy pussy, along a bit to those nicely sized tits, and up to her stunning face and the wicked expression of pleasure across her. “God damn! MMMM! Feels real good to me! MMMM! This for sure… AHHHH! Is one of ‘dem real good… MMMM! Country girl pussy right here! MMMM!”
The multi-time Grammy Award-winning singer tilted her head back a bit to let out a seductive laugh before she locked her eyes back onto him. “Ain’t no fucking better pussy in the world, babe! MMMMM FUCK!!” She bragged with a moan. The bobble of her festive hat continued to swing about while she bucked on that fat cock. A slight creak from the chair they were on as it took the strain from this eager and brisk motion. A constant slap of skin when it hit skin rang out along with their groans to make the stud she was mounted on build up a healthy sweat that usually would take a solid morning or work to create. More than just a simple workout given here from having to take her bounces along his meat. A smooth motion now that her snatch was more than adjusted to his vast size yet at a perfect grip now so they both were highly pleasured.
“MMMMM… And this is… FUCK! Just the fucking warm-up, stud!” Taylor smirked, and that new info made his eyes widen in surprise since this action was good enough at this moment, so anything else would be heavenly. “MMMM! I need to see what a good old country boy like you can deliver to a gal like me!” She decided for him with a lick of her teeth. Only now her bounces stopped just so she could switch things up. A well-practised grind of her pussy down into his cock to work his cock back and forth for a motion even hotter than any chair dance she’d perform on a tour in the future. Certainly, her lust wasn’t satisfied yet. Proven when she slowly raised and got off his dick to let out a groan with a hint of disappointment from the empty feeling in her twat.
“Come on, stud… Up on your feet!” Taylor instructed with a smile and motioned for him to get up. “Now let’s see what you can do.” She added once he’d moved off. Now her turn to step in but she first bent over. A position very similar to her famous pose from countless live shows and arena tours for a full bend with legs spread and ass out. Just with her hands on the top of the chair for balance. “Ready, stud?” She grinned and looked back over her shoulder to watch him eagerly step up behind her and line his dick back up with her twat.
“As I’ll ever be with a gal like you, I reckon!” Hank stated with a laugh. Not too much time wasted to push back in and make them both moan from the combination of her tightness once again wrapped around his fat shaft and him being thick enough to stretch her even after just that short break in the fun. But despite this being a position for him to show his skill, the blonde bombshell couldn’t help herself from doing a shift back to ease her pussy along his member to sneak that extra inch into herself. A moan of approval from her when he took hold of her slim and still dress-covered waist and pulled his dick back. A tease to her to make it seem like he would fully leave her but just as the crown stayed in her he thrust in to make her head tilt and a new loud moan escape from them both.
“MMMMM! Yeah! That’s fucking it, babe… AHHHHH FUCK! Fucking fill me up! MMMMM FUCK!” Once again the bobble of her Santa’s hat swung in time with her movements. Perfectly timed and paced pushes back and forth to meet that huge cock coming in so she got stuffed to the hilt as demanded. So now her gorgeous, nicely thick backside slapped off his toned body with a clap that rang out even louder than when she’d ridden him previously. “AHHHH! FUCK! Fucking give it to me! MMMMM! Like none of those… MMMMM! Fucking fake-ass city boys could never fucking do! MMMMM! FUCK!!” She added with a hiss for another show that this wasn’t just wanting a huge cock, but some action a whole lot better than the long list of ex-boyfriends she had could perhaps manage to put together. Not that from the smile on this very lucky hunk’s face and the moans that left him he needed any more motivation to plough in and out of such a fantastic, snug and soaking snatch like this.
“AHHHH! You’ve got it, Taylor! MMMMM! One good old… Ahhhh! Country boy good time, comin’ right up!” He said with a firm hold still on her body. Fucking the clothed woman with just her skirt hiked up and panties pulled to the side so her juices could slowly travel down her deliciously long and smooth legs. Those same limbs used to shift back and forth to push her twat along that cock even with his firm pace of thrusts and the fact she claimed this position was for him to put the work in. The job here for a damn fine fuck was shared but neither of them had any complaints. The sweat built on them both while Taylor’s long golden hair got further messed up from the repeated sways to match how her stylish dress was now only half-containing her tits that jiggled underneath her from this bent-over position.
“MMMMM FUCK! YEAH! Fucking fill me up, babe! MMMMM FUCK! Stretch me out! AHHHHH! I wanna fucking feel this… MMMM! Tomorrow morning, never mind later tonight! AHHHHH FUCK!!” She demanded and still stared back over her shoulder with a wide smile on those smudged lips of hers. That same red and thick lipstick across her famous and talented mouth still stained the huge dick that rammed bareback in and out of her wet pussy. A bit of a mess is being made too in this room with the juices and sweat that drips down to hit the floor below and the chair that’s being used for an even more smoking hot version of an almost signature pose by the pop star to be bent over forwards. Only this time to make her ass clap back into this hunk’s toned frame to take his dick deep into her snatch for a thrilling time.
“OOOOOOOH FUCK!! MMMMM!! And to think… MMMMM! FUCK! You’re giving me… UHHHH!! The best damn fuck I’ve had in months… AHHHHH FUCK! FUCK!! And you don’t have a… MMMMM! A fucking clue who the fuck I am!!” Swift stated that fact and made it sound like she was getting off on that from the tone of lust in her voice alongside the loud moans. Bucking towards his pumps to make sure he rammed in balls deep into her soaking pussy every time their bodies met. Able to give back action as top-notch as the strokes that twat received with his stiff and steady pace. “MMMM! Makes me fucking wonder… AHHHHH! If you’d be able to make my brain fucking melt… MMMMM! If you even knew a little about me!” She teased and licked her teeth again. More than satisfied by this fantastic level of action that left her wet and perfectly stretched to the point that it might take maybe a week or more before her pussy got back to being anywhere close to the super tight state she’d been at the start of the day. That now felt like a distant memory thanks to this pounding and lucky for her, the fun still wasn’t quite over yet.
“MMMMM… I reckon… AHHHH! The same could be said… MMMMM! For you… Since ya’ll didn’t know a thing about me… MMMMM! Before we first met a while ago!” The farm hand pointed out with a smile. Proving the Bad Blood and Shake It Off singer’s hunch about this man having the look of a stud about him to be very true with the way he’s able to please her and make her moan for more. The firm slap of her ass into his waist didn’t even leave a sting of pain for either of them and there was no concern, especially for a global celeb like her, of either the risk from being fucked by a stranger bareback like this, never mind being caught should her team show up to see the man who is supposed to be looking after her instead going to town on her pussy.
“AHHHH… Now you’re getting it, babe…” Swift claimed with a groan. Her head finally turned to the front to slightly sink. That left the bobble of her festive headwear between her shoulder blades to drag back and forth from the slight sway while her body continued to move towards the chair she was still bent over towards and then sharply back to take his stiff pumps. Like a well-oiled machine with the clap from their bodies when they met sharp and loud to mix in the air. “FUCK! FUCK… FUCK!! Don’t… MMMMM!! Don’t fucking stop, stud!! MMMMM! I’m getting close!!” She gasped with a smile, even with it being unseen from her head lowered and the mass of blonde hair that hung down to cover her. Doing nothing to mask the loud moans she let out with each firm stroke she took from the back, or that constant crack when her rounded ass, now with a sinful tint of pink to those nicely plump cheeks of hers, crashed into his muscular frame.
“MMMMM… No problem for this… AHHHH! GOD DAMN… MMMM! For this country boy! MMMM…” He smiled as sweat rolled from his handsome features even more profoundly than a hard day’s work at a season change. His eyes locked down to witness her ass slap into him and catch the brief glimpses of his member when it appeared from out of her box just to drive back in and stuff Miss Americana balls deep. His duty to look after her long forgotten to give an entertainment of a different sort to rail her from behind like they’ve been fuck buddies for years rather than the hour they have known one another. An encounter to remember to put it lightly but seemingly reaching the finish line from the squeeze of that snug pussy around his shaft and his deep grunts like he’s trying to hold out for a little bit longer to do the ‘gentlemanly’ thing and not be the first to finish.
Thankfully, and again unlike many of the boyfriends and partners she’d had before, this guy was more than equipped to give her what she needed. “FUCK! FUCK! YES! YES! YES YES YESSSSSSSSSS AHHHHHHH FUUUUUUCKK!!” A howl of delight while Taylor’s body tensed up. Her head was able to tilt a bit while she shuddered and finally missed the timing of her pushes back as the intensity of this unexpected sex finally took its toll. A wide smile on her face to show she appreciated it to be able to hit a strong orgasm that left his cock further soaked with juices. Bucked forward and back now as he made the wise choice to pump away and ensure she got to experience every second of this powerful peak. Only finally pulling out when her head slumped down to gasp for a moment to admire the gaped state of her snatch while juices dripped down her legs.
“Mmmmmmm… Fuck!!” Taylor groaned and slowly had to turn around before she took a seat on the chair. “Oh wow… You fucking got me real good, boy!” She said with a laugh.
“Glad to be of service, Taylor.” Hank said with a smile more honest than the bragging kind that no one would hold against him if he did have.
“Speaking of service…” Swift licks her teeth and makes a ‘come hither’ motion with a curl of her finger. “Let me finish off that nice, fat fucking cock of yours and give you a good reward for being such a kind host to a gal like me!” She said while her eyes were locked onto that thick member.
“That’s real kind of you!” The grin stayed on his face while he stepped forward to being that familiar dick, still with the paint of her lipstick stained all along the fat inches, to the source of that mess of her talented (and not just for singing) mouth.
Swift didn’t hold back, even though she’d just had her mind blown with a powerful orgasm a minute or two before. That huge cock guided back into her mouth for a deep slurp to let a muffled groan around and seal her pouty lips around his length. The instant taste hit her of pussy juices and the fact she didn’t gag from the flavour showed this wasn’t the first time she’s experienced the flavour of her snatch or even an orgasm before in her life. So she got right to work and cleaned up at least the mess of fluids she’d left over this dick when she’d came all across his member. Deep and eager slurps like she had a hunger all over again for him to yet again set the ball on her festive hat off to swing about in time with her bobs along his length.
“MMMMM! Damn, Taylor! AHHHH… You ain’t tired out yet, girl? MMMMM…” He marvelled with a smile and not just from how soothing and wet her mouth, usually famed for singing worldwide hits, was all around his member. Steady slurps up and down to take his rod in deep to savour the feeling of being filled up. Her tongue flicked up at the bottom of him and the sides to reach as far as she could to properly clean off her juices. Even if the action just left him soaked all over again with her saliva and a fresh coat of her lipstick being smeared onto his inches in the process. “MMMMM… That’s for damn sure… MMMM! Proof ya’ll really is one of ‘dem… MMMM! Good country girls! MMMMM!” He stated the obvious. Even if he didn’t know this stunner was more than just a hot body and gorgeous face with countless Grammy, American Music and MTV Music Awards among others to her credit. But right now the skill of her blowjob would be the stuff to rack up several adult movie awards with how her lips smoothly ran back and forth over his thickness.
Swift stared up through a few strands of messy blonde hair with still a look of desire in her sultry eyes. Like even after her peak she still had a filthy itch that needed to be scratched and only a big load from a huge cock could do the trick. Her lips tightly wrapped around his dick to slurp up and down while her hands gripped his thighs for the full hands-free treatment for another show that she could easily make it as a porn star if the singing career ever went south. Her head worked back and forth to make the bobble of her hat brush against his sweaty body from the close contact. Yet again able to drive his cock so deep the thick crown hit the back of her mouth but without even making her gag once. Just more sinful moans muffled by his thickness while she properly rewarded this hunk for the best action she’d had in months and likely the greatest sex he might ever have in his whole life.
“MMMMM! AHHHHHH DAMN! MMMMM! Gettin’… MMMM! Gettin’ real close, Taylor! MMMMM!” He had the smarts to warn the popstar about his impending peak, but she had a good idea that wasn’t too far away from the feel of that thick dick when it pulsed between her pouty lips. Even so, she carried on to slurp along him for a last round to enjoy a rare moment of being with a man so well-hung he could stretch her lips out in a way that might freak out her Agent and team if they saw this. Let alone any risk to her vocals from a dick being stuffed so deep into her oral hole. No such worries here when Taylor finally pulled off and brought both hands to that pulsing dick to rapidly stroke her off. Her mouth wide open for a target even though she did the job to aim his bell-end at her gorgeous, sweat-coated features while she jacked him off.
“UHHHHH! FUCK!!” Hank grunted before the hot blasts of spunk fired from his cock. Only a slight stain hit her lower lips while her oral hole got filled up with a plentiful load. Her hands stroked away to milk him dry and get a delicious mouthful that made her moan with a narrow of her eyes. She didn’t stop until the ropes finished landing down into her to leave a slight glaze over her lips and a little dribbled over her chin. More than enough so she could let go of his length, seal her mouth and use a single, sinful gulp to swallow it all down. A lusty gasp then followed when she opened her mouth wide to show she’d drank it all down. Before a finger was used to scoop up the last missed drops and lick them clean to properly finish the job.
“Mmmmm…” Taylor sat back and gave his cock a glance over before she looked up at him with a very satisfied smile. “Merry fucking Christmas to me, huh?” She said with a laugh. “I always had good memories on a Christmas Tree farm… But this might rank the highest from them!”
“You’re tellin’ me, Taylor! God damn!” Hank agreed with a smile. “This is all gonna get me in some real deep you-know-what when we’re caught… But I can’t say it ain’t been worth it!”
“I think you mean if we get caught.” Swift said with a smirk. “Pass me my handbag.” She asked and he promptly passed it over. A designer make-up kit with a mirror pulled out to hold in one hand and a wipe in the other. “You just make sure you wipe down a bit and stand by the door. Anyone knocks? You tell them I’ll need fine minutes to touch up after I had a snack bar.” She says and begins to wipe away the mess of her smeared lipstick to start the touching-up process.
“Damn…” Monroe let out a chuckle and stepped back to look over at a locker in the room. “Ya’ll make it sound like you’ve done this before!” He said for a joke.
“Let’s just say… That there’s a first time for everything…” Taylor smirked to herself and began to reapply her lipstick. “But this ain’t the first time I’ve done this… Just usually backstage at a show or event… Might need to make it a Christmas tradition to come back here though now I know there’s some good old country hospitality here… And a good old stuffing of my ‘stocking’ don’t fucking hurt either!” She said with a wink directed both to him and her reflection.
Proof perhaps needed that some mistletoe isn’t needed to have some festive fun… And what happens at the farm can stay at the farm when Miss Americana is involved!
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Topic: What Happens At The Christmas Tree Farm [Taylor Swift] (Read 2477 times)