Taylor's Big British Bash
Starring: Taylor Swift, Selena Gomez, Ariel Winter, Emma Watson, Maisie Williams, Sophie Turner, Natalie Dormer, Felicity Jones, Hayley Atwell and Daisy RidleyLOS ANGELES, SATURDAY, 01.00 PDT
Selena Gomez’s brand new iPhone XS was clutched in her neatly manicured hand; the Latin popstar swiping at the crystal clear screen as she scrolled through the dozens upon dozens of apps stored on the expensive device. Finally, she found Whatsapp; the sexy singer opening the popular messaging software with a push of a lengthy nailed finger.
She began shooting a video, starting with a selfie shot of her cute face as she sipped from a can of PBR, before guiding the 12 megapixel camera around the interior of her friend Taylor Swift’s shiny black gas-guzzling SUV; the singer giving her viewers a tour of the plush interior as the luxury vehicle cruised down the floodlit California highway.
Ariel Winter was sat in the back; the dark-haired actress dumping the tobacco from a cigarillo and sprinkling the paper with a healthy dose of Purple Kush as she smiled at the passing camera. In the driver’s seat sat Taylor Swift; a can of Miller Lite rested in her retractable cup holder, a long, tightly rolled joint perched between her fingers as she clutched the walnut steering wheel.
The inside of the luxury car was lit up like the Eiffel Tower. A series of powerful LED lights illuminated the plush interior, while all manner of brightly lit screens, from sat navs to built in iPads, mounted the wooden dash. Taylor’s phone was connected to the state of the art stereo system; her pre-made Spotify playlist blaring out through the powerful surround speakers. The seats were a plush cream leather, while every surface was furnished with a lacquered walnut veneer.
“Say ‘hi’, Taylor,” Selena prompted, smirking from behind her phone as she aimed the camera at her fair-haired pal.
“Hey, ladies,” said Taylor in a sultry, cat-like purr as she brought the burning joint to her mouth. “Hope you girls are ready for us,” she added, taking a puff on the jay and blowing the thick smoke into Selena’s camera lens.
Taylor handed the joint onto Selena; the Latin songstress clasping it between her expertly filed fingers as she turned the camera back on herself.
“See you soon, girls,” grinned Selena, blowing a kiss to the camera before stopping the recording.
She posted the video to the group ‘London, baby!’ and set down her phone as she took a hit on the joint.
“What time is our flight anyway?” asked Selena billowing a cloud of smoke into the already hazy, thoroughly hotboxed vehicle.
“4.15,” Taylor replied, draining the last of her beer. She wound down the window, tossing the empty can out onto the LA highway.
Ariel Winter reached into the trunk, fetching two bottles of Budweiser from an ice-packed coolbox. She twisted off the caps and handed one to Taylor.
“I can’t believe we have to fly commercial
,” Ariel declared; the raven-haired starlet turning up her perfectly formed nose at the last word, like it was some kind of disease.
“Yeah, what happened Taylor?” asked Selena, taking another puff on the long, thick joint before passing it to Ariel. “Did you not get the cumstains out of the upholstery in time?”
She and Ariel laughed.
“No,” Taylor replied, “Paul and Ryan weren’t available.”
“What?!” barked Selena, nearly spraying a mouthful of PBR across the sparkling clean windshield.
“They said they were already booked,” said the blonde.
“Well, then they should have unbooked themselves,” Ariel declared, taking a swig from her Bud.
“That’s what I said,” Taylor replied. “They said it was a very important client and they couldn’t possibly cancel on them.”
“More important than you?!” Ariel uttered in dismay.
“Right?!” Taylor agreed.
“Well, I hope you fired them on the spot,” said Selena, finishing her beer and motioning to Ariel for another.
“Of course,” Taylor replied. “But not before I gave them both a very generous severance package,” she added, poking her tongue at the inside of her cheek and gripping an imaginary penis to simulate oral sex.
The car sped up; cruising to the speed limit and beyond, the girls laughing hysterically as they raced down the open freeway. LONDON, SATURDAY, 09:00 BST
A loud ding from her cellphone woke Emma Watson with a start. Bleary eyed and hungover, she looked at the screen, a broad smile stretching across her cute face as she saw Selena Gomez’s post in their ‘London, baby!’ WhatsApp group. She watched the video, replying with a kiss emoji and locked her expensive phone.
Emma closed her eyes, rolling over in her luxurious king size bed. She groaned in a hungover stupor, her left hand coming to rest upon the rock hard pecs of a mystery stud lying supine in her bed. Curiously, the actress opened an eye; her pretty brown peeper focusing on the strange man’s handsome, chiselled face.
She propped herself up with an arm to get a better look. Her hazelnut eyes roamed past the young man’s pecs and down to the V-shaped realm of his heavily defined cobblestone abs, then bulged almost comically as they caught sight of the satin tepee he was pitching under her freshly washed bed sheets. Emma grinned mischievously, her eyes feasting on the tall silken tent and picturing the sheer size of the long slab of man meat underneath.
“Good morning!” she said to herself.
Maisie Williams was sat at a polished oak table on the large balcony of her friend Sophie Turner’s penthouse apartment. She wore little more than a pair of denim short shorts and a skimpy string bikini top. A pair of designer shades perched atop her pretty head as she basked in the morning sun. Her phone buzzed and she picked it up, tapping the WhatsApp notification at the top of the screen. The brunette grinned from ear to ear as she saw Selena Gomez’s video and the emoji reply from Emma Watson.
The balcony door opened and Sophie Turner stepped through; the redhead every bit as scantily clad as her brown-faired friend in a floss-thin red bikini and matching sarong. She carried two glasses of chilled fresh apple juice as she took a seat at the table. She set the glasses down and topped them up with a splash or two of Jack Daniels.
“The girls are on route,” said Maisie, passing her phone to her auburn friend.
“Hmm,” grinned Sophie, handing the phone back to Maisie and taking a sip of her drink. “Let the fun begin!”
Maisie went to sit beside her girlfriend, taking a picture of their drinks alongside the half-empty whiskey bottle. She posted the photo to the A-list WhatsApp group, then typed out a message;Starting as we mean to go on!
She flipped the camera on themselves; kissing Sophie on the cheek as she shot a selfie of the pair and posted it after the message.
Natalie Dormer stuffed a big clump of Sour Diesel into the round bowl of her ice-blue bong and lit it with a silver Zippo. The water in the large device bubbled like a jacuzzi and the blonde actress put her lips to the mouthpiece, inhaling the rich smoke as it filled the long glass chamber. Her phone was buzzing like mad beside her as she hit the big blue bong and she picked it up, letting the thick smoke fill her lungs as she scrolled through the new posts in the all-star WhatsApp group. She blew the marijuana smog into the lens of her camera, shooting a hazy selfie as she sat upright in her giant double bed. She posted it to the group, accompanied by the following messages;Wake and bake, bitches! [followed by leaf and smoke emojis]
See you girls soon! [followed by two heart emojis]
Felicity Jones was laid out in her long porcelain bathtub, her shiny brown hair tied up in a loose bun behind her head. A thick froth of foamy bubbles billowed up from the surface of the water, spilling over the sides of the bath and covering her breasts and shoulders. Clutched in her soft, dainty hands was a champagne flute; the brunette actress sipping from a sparkling mimosa as she enjoyed her morning soak.
Her phone vibrated on the small wooden table at the side of the bath and Felicity dried her free hand on a white cotton towel before picking it up. She read through the notifications on the WhatsApp group; the latest being a video from fellow actress Hayley Atwell. She pushed play.
Hayley was kitted out in figure hugging spandex workout gear, as she completed a set of jump ropes. Her pink top was cropped just below her giant 32DD breasts, showcasing her midriff in all its taut, ab-lined glory, while her black pants clutched to her shapely, child bearing hips like a second skin, clinging tight to her crotch; her well-defined cameltoe damn near swallowing them whole as she completed her AM workout.
“Hey, girls,” said Hayley, panting slightly as she addressed the camera, her huge tits flopping rhythmically up and down as she did her exercises. “Just doing my morning workout. Looking forward to seeing you ladies later. Safe trip,” she added, finally finishing her lengthy set of jump ropes. She puckered her full, pouty lips, blowing a kiss to the camera with an exaggerated *MWAH* before the video cut out.
A loud buzz filled the expanse of Daisy Ridley’s large, lavishly decorated master bedroom. The brown-haired actress was sprawled out atop her comfy king size bed; naked as the day she was born, the stem of a hot pink buttplug poking out from her tight, round asshole, a large vibrating wand held tightly to her throbbing pink clit. All manner of mewling moans and groans escaped her pretty mouth as she frigged herself senseless with the big buzzing toy.
Daisy reached up to fondle her handful sized tits with her free paw; teasing her erect nipples as her legs started to shake in ecstasy. She bit her lip; feeling the powerful surge of orgasm tearing through her hot nude body. The wand buzzed violently against her clit; her hands trembling, her lip quivering, moaning like a bitch in heat, until…
Emma Watson’s phone buzzed in her hand. She opened the WhatsApp group and read the latest message. It was a picture posted by Daisy Ridley; depicting her once pristine bed sheets soaked through with what looked to be a litre of her clear wet squirt juices. The accompanying message read;Whoops! I got a bit carried away! [followed by two water splash emojis]
Emma shot a photo of the stud beside her; a close up which captured the bottom of his rippling, ab-lined midriff and the tall white tepee he was pitching under her bed covers. She posted the image with a message that read;I think they call that morning glory! [followed by wink and eggplant emojis]
A flood of messages came streaming in; the Brit actress’ phone buzzing uncontrollably as her girlfriends replied to the tantalising pic.
Ariel: [Heart eyes emoji]
Sophie: Wow! What a stud!
Selena: Are all guys in England that big?!
Felicity: No, just the guys we know
And so on, and so forth. There was no reply from Emma herself and before long the conversation lay dormant as the girls went about their days. Then, 15 minutes later, a video was posted. It depicted Emma holding her phone in one hand, a girthy ten inch penis grasped in the other; her pretty pink lips roaming up and down the length of the shaft. It was followed by a message which read;Do you think he’ll like being woken up like this?
Another 15 minutes passed, when a selfie of Emma was posted; her pretty face lit up like the Fourth of July as she rode astride the big, fat cock.He liked it!
After another quarter of an hour, Emma posted a second selfie; this time with her nose, cheeks and lips covered in streaks of thick, creamy spunk.He liked it a lot!LOS ANGELES, SATURDAY, 01.45 PDT
Selena Gomez scrolled through the images and videos of Emma Watson sucking and fucking that oversized dick, hiking up her denim skirt to tease her moist pussy through the crotch of her scanty little thong. Taylor looked across at her friend; lewdly playing with herself as she stared intently at her phone.
“What?” she asked. “What did I miss?”
Selena showed Taylor the video of Emma deepthroating the ten inch cock; her bright blue eyes bulging at the sight of the gorthy schlong.
“Oh, wow!” she exclaimed as her eyes returned to the road ahead.
“God, that thing is enormous!” declared Ariel from the back; the buxom actress now laid back across the plush leather seats, her panties pooled around her ankles, a long black dildo sliding deep into her hot, wet pussy as she watched the clip over and over.
“Right?!” Selena agreed. “Damn, girls,” she added, “we’re in for one hell of a weekend!”End of Chapter 1