Title: A Swift Oral Dose
Celebs: Taylor Swift
Codes: MF, oral, deep throat
Disclaimer: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the singers, record labels, musicians, places, 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. I am making no money as a result of the writing of this story.
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It had started out as per the norm for Taylor Swift. Another boring showbiz party with yes men, suits, and wannabes from around L.A. Being one the of the most successful, famous, and not to mention beautiful women in not just music, but the world? She was used to this. The odd leering look, some boring small talk, and chicks with no hope gushing about what an inspiration she was to them. Truth be told, she was at this point wishing she was doing anything else that night.
Then came a look. A different look from a random man across the room. Sure, a certainly more attractive and more well presented male than the majority of the party, but she had assumed just a random party goer like the rest. Yet at the same time, there was something about that gaze he cast over her. Almost as if it was… A challenge. Daring her. As if to say ‘is this the best you can do here’?
After making excuses and faking a trip to the rest room, it was instead across the room to get close to this unknown man. A finely tailored suit, perhaps even custom cut, with lavish shoes and shirt to match. At least he made a good showing for himself with short brown hair and not even a whisker of facial hair on his handsome face.
“Sorry if I stared…” The man spoke once they were both in close ear-shot of one another. “But I’ll keep my hands to myself. Although…” He paused, reaching into a top pocket and pulling out a single dollar bill from it. “If you want, you can take the money now and skip the court case. No need to even sue me.”
Swift’s jaw almost dropped into the form fitting dress she wore. A fashionable light blue that fitted to her stunning body perfectly. Short enough to give a glimpse of her long legs but her high heel wearing feet openly seen. The attire nicely showing off her rounded backside, and shapely chest up top. All completely by her long blonde hair and the thick, bright red lipstick across her pouty lips to go with the professionally applied and styled make-up across her stunning facial features.
“Excuse me??” Swift questioned with an offended tone, knowing exactly what he was referencing. “How dare…”
“Now now Taylor… Just an ice breaker!” He claimed with a confident smirk as he put the note away. “To grab your attention. I mean, one dollar for you? Not fair at all. Now, a thousand?” He stated, glancing to his trouser pocket. From one, he produced a neatly bound roll of notes. Holding it so she could get a look at them to see 100 dollar bills, and ten of them in the wrap.
“What? What are you talking about??” Taylor questioned, looking and sounding both offended still from the previous comments, and not a hint of curiosity about this bold hunk.
“Here’s a… Donation.” He said, catching her by surprise by placing the notes into her hand. “Keep it if you don’t feel like following this up. But if you do…” He produced from his other pocket a hotel card key. And not for some bed-and-breakfast or motel either. One that would easily cost half of, if not more of the notes she’d just been given. “Meet me there in an hour at my room and you can return my money. It’s not far, but I’ll give you time to slip out of this terribly boring party.”
With that shockingly casual challenge, he turned and looked like he was about to leave when she stepped forward. “Hey! What the Hell do you think you’re doing? More to the point, who… Who the Hell do you think you are??” Swift demanded with a stare of a look cast at him.
He smirked back at her. “Call me… ‘Paul’…” He said, not even pretending to make that line sound even half convincing. ‘And what am I doing? Well… I see you? And I see… Potential.” He shrugged. “I just want to see if you can live up to it or not.”
With that, he left, soon disappearing into the party crowd as Swift was soon snapped from confused thoughts by the next guest seeing a chance to talk to an A-lister.
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An hour later…
‘Paul’ opened the door, smirking at the sight he already knew was there from the look through the ‘peep-hole’. Taylor Swift with key-card in one hand, and purse in the other and the mother of all ‘Poker Face’ expressions on her gorgeous face. Standing in the same dress from the party, while he had only taken off his suit jacket from his attire.
“Welcome…” He offered warmly as he held the door open for her to step inside, and closing and locking it behind her once she was in. “So, you’re probably wondering what I was meaning by ‘potential’, right?”
Taylor turned and looked at him as she opened her purse up, taking out the wad of cash she’d gotten from him. “You’re not even going to ask for this back?” She questioned, her expression not changed by a waver in her tone showing she was thrown by his remark.
“A pleasant surprise.” He stated as he stepped towards her.
“…Fine, I’ll bite.” Swift said as she set down her purse next to his jacket on the small hotel room table. “Here’s your cash. Now talk.” She stated with a hint of irritation in her voice.
“Very well.” He coolly replied, taking the cash from her and placing it back into his pocket. “I’ve seen your work. Songs and music videos, red carpet events. So has the rest of the world. When I talk about potential, I don’t mean any hit record or a ground breaking song. I mean…”
“Oh, let me guess…” Swift rolled her eyes as she folded her arms under her ample chest. “You want to fuck me, right? See if the ‘good girl’ act is just for TV or if I’m like how I am in the music videos…” She said, raising an eyebrow. “You’re just another pervert like the fucking rest of them!” She snapped, her swearing already quite removed from the public image she projects.
“Oh Taylor…” ‘Paul’ shook his head, still smiling and unfazed by her snapping tone. “My intentions are a lot more… In depth that just that. Besides, with all due respect? I’m not like one of your ‘little boy’ lovers or boyfriends from your past.”
“Like I haven’t heard that before.” She bluntly stated, but with a look that showed she’s certainly been told that line a few times before in the past. “Give me one good fucking reason why I shouldn’t walk out this door right now and call the cops on your perverted ass!”
Deciding to not let words attempt to sway her, put go along the path of ‘a picture telling a thousand words’ he reached down and unzipped his pants. Smirking as he fished out what could truly be called a ‘pride and joy’ of a cock. Even without being fully hard right now he was clearly packing a thick and long piece of man meat that not only would surpass many an average man, but rival many a seasoned porn star too.
“That…” Taylor said with a wide eyed stare and a far soften tone. “That’ll work…” She admitted. Her expression and voice already showing that she was looking at indeed the biggest dick she’s ever come into contact with. “Still… Well, there’s that saying about size… And being able to use it…” She said, ripping her gaze off from his fat dick to look up at him. “…Well?”
“I can, and I will.” He simple stated, still smirking handsomely as he returned her gaze. “So let’s strike a deal shall we?”
“Hold on, no way. You struck the ‘deal’ to get me here, so I’m calling the shots now!” Swift demanded with slightly narrowed eyes. “First off, you are not getting to fuck me!” She stated as a matter-of-fact.
“Deal.” ‘Paul’ quickly answered.
“…Wait, what?” That caught her off guard before she could even continue her demands.
“In fact, to be honest all I was looking to see was if your mouth was a good for… Other skills, as it clearly is for singing.” He stated with a nod.
“That so?” She eyed him up and down for a moment. Her gaze lingering on his dick at it was clearly hardening even without him touching himself. “…Blowjob huh? You probably will be like all the rest.” She said, seemingly accepting his invitation as she turned and moved across, pulling over a chair so she could position it. Sitting down in front of him and looking up. “…Well?”
“I didn’t even need to up the money ‘bribe’? Guess you don’t mess around…” He was still smirking as he stepped forward. Watching as her hand went up to grasp his prick. Not making any moan or groan just yet as she started to stroke him off. Her soft palm and the fact alone that one of the hottest women in music and the whole world was starting to dish out a handjob easily getting him rock hard. Standing at an even more impressive full size of shaft with a fat crown to match.
“No, I fucking do not.” Swift said as she pumped his rod a little more. “Let’s get this over with.” She added with quite a confident tone of assumption. So sure that she’d finish off this cocky stranger in quick fashion. Her hand running up and down that fat pole that wouldn’t look out of place on a porn shoot with those heavy balls to match. Keeping her eyes locked up at his smirking, handsome face she leaned in. A brief pause to brush a strand of hair back behind the ear as she stuck her tongue out to flick across the tip. A low murmur of approval for the touch, so Swift continued. A fuller lick around the crown, then almost a complete swirl around the fat head. Stopping to return to the tip to dance around the slit. All the while her palm working over the shaft as she lapped at the bell-end.
“Mmmmm… More like let’s begin…” The man stated with another smirk as he watched on. Easily handling this basic combo of handjob and tongue work which would no doubt finish off many a fanboy of this popstar princess in quick time. Tellingly his moans were low and short – it would take far more than this to even get him close to getting off. At the same time, as he watched her tongue work around and across the head of his meaty rod, he could tell she was no novice at this. From using the free hand to keep her hair out of the way to the smooth way her hand worked up and down his fuck-stick. She hadn’t just used her hands and mouth for guitar playing and singing.
She didn’t respond verbally, but the unfazed look and questioning raised eyebrow showed that even with the size of cock she was gripping and licking she wasn’t fully convinced by this hung hunk. Almost impatient by his words. Leaning back just an inch, she slowly pushed back forward but with her ruby red lips parted open in a perfect O-shape. Her lips brushing against the crown before applying to the first inch below the head as she took him in. Having only met this man less than an hour before, but now giving his cock a slurp as she lifted back up and all the way off from his member.
“Mmmm… That’s more like it Taylor…” ‘Paul’ said approvingly, his moan a little more louder now he was finally getting a feel of those lovely, full lips of hers. Once more she pushed down, capturing the fat head and then a couple of inches. This time only lifting up until mid-way on the bell-end before she lowered her lips down onto him. Establishing a soft and smooth sucking motion with her lips nicely sealed around his thickness. All the while her hand pumping steadily at the rest of his shaft to continue a steamy double team on his fat and long cock.
“Mmmmmhhhh… Mmmmmphhhh…” The ‘Shake It Off’ and ‘Love Story’ singer groaned around the biggest cock she’s ever taken into her talented mouth. The look on her face not revealing a slight discomfort from her lips being made to stretch as they stay pressed around his fat pole. Looking calm and composed, but red hot with that big dick stuffed into her mouth as she sat forward in the hotel room chair to dish out this blowjob. Still using the free hand to keep her hair away from her eyes like she was a trained porno starlet. Allowing them both clear views to watch one another as his cock vanished up between her lips again and again.
“Mmmmm… Come on Taylor… You can take it… Mmmm… Deeper than that…” He said with an obvious challenge in his voice. The low moans showing his clear approval but the smirk on his face once again showing he wouldn’t be so easily finished off, as she had assumed, by just this. That got the as expected response of narrowed eyes from the beauty with her face bobbing along his shaft. Making this oral and hand double team all the more hotter from the far from pleased response.
Yet, she didn’t pull off from him. Accepting the gauntlet, or perhaps just taking the bait, she pushed her damp mouth down further onto his pole. Her hand now gripping the base firmly with the occasional twist applied as she focused on the work of her oral hole. Lips passing down beyond the half-way mark before lifting back upward to an inch or so below the crown. The motion repeated as she let out a groan – her lips given little time to adjust to taking in even more of this thickness. Eyes still locked up at this confident man that she was sucking off with a look mixed with defiance and annoyance.
“Mmmmmphhh!! Mmmmmphhh… Mmmmmhhhh…” The world famous musician groaned every time she sank down onto his prick. Keeping her mouth steadily and still smoothly running back and forth over his more than just impressive size. Every time she lifted upward the sight of a light glaze of her saliva was seen on his inches. Along with the faintest hint of a smear of her lipstick from the repeated motion. Her fingers teasing of lifting away from him altogether as she slid her mouth that bit extra downward onto him, but instead staying put. Another twist around the base while her oral hole did the heavy lifting to make him moan. Not clearly as loudly or as often as she would have liked – or had assumed her far from novice mouth would be able to do by now.
“Mmmm… Yes, that’ll do for a… Mmmm… Warm up Taylor…” ‘Paul’ announced, taking matters into his own hands as he lifted her palm from off of his cock. Allowing him to step back and pull his cock from out of her mouth.
“Warm up?” Swift questioned with another raised eyebrow. Using a hand herself to wipe a little spit from the side of her mouth. “Don’t get any ideas… You’re not getting to fuck me.” She bluntly but confidently stated with a look in eyes to match as she stood up from the chair. “That cock is not going in my pussy. Understand?”
“Crystal clear Taylor…” He said with an unfazed, and almost amused smirk. “Besides, for tonight? I’m really only interested in one hole of yours…”
Catching her by surprise, both of his hands went onto her shoulders. Pushing the popstar down with impressive ease down to her knees on the hotel room floor so her head was level with his dick once again. The shock clear on her pretty face but quickly composing herself as she stared up, gritting her teeth for a moment. “You have some fucking nerve ‘Paul’… Whoever the fuck you are.” She said, adding some extra sarcasm when said his ‘name’ but not objecting, no resisting against his new position in front of him. “Let me guess… You want to try and s-SHHHHLLLKKK!!”
Whatever she was planning to insultingly say to the man she’d just been blowing was quickly muffled by that same big, fat cock. Rushing between her lips as he took advantage of her open mouth. Feeding her his dick not just deep, but even deeper than the level she’d been reaching on him during the blowjob just moments ago. Resulting in the first gagging sound escaping the Reading, Pennsylvania beauty when the head of his tool connected with the back of her mouth. A hand on the back of her blonde haired head to keep her nicely in place as her hands instinctively went up onto her thighs.
Slowly pulling his cock back, he waited until her eyes narrowed and her lips parted away from his member as she looked to have recovered from the initial shock. Just a bit of false hope when instead he thrust himself back into her mouth. Forcing another gag and those eyes to widen as she’s made to take the biggest cock she’s ever had in her life far deeper than she could handle. A sure sign, but one that was obvious enough already, that she was far more used to dealing with smaller, thinner pricks and in far quicker time than this stud.
“GAHHHHHH!! HHHHHLLLLKKKK!! MMMMMPHHHHH!!” Swift groaned as she tried leaning her head back in an attempt to slow down the thrusting being delivered and give her time to adjust to this completely new to her sexual position. Instead, finding his fingers gripping her blonde locks to keep her in place as he pumped stiffly in and out of her more used for singing oral hole. Already now saliva escaping past her lips that have long given up trying to stay around this invading shaft. Each time he drives into her mouth to make her gag, her spit splashes across his rod to leave a clear covering. Her lipstick smearing that little bit more against him when his dick brushes against the sides of her mouth when passing back and forth.
“Mmmmm! Ahhhhh… That’s way more like it! Mmmmm!” The smirking man stated with clear pride in his voice. Why wouldn’t he? Having one of the most famous women not just in music, but in the world, on her knees in front of him. Gagging and slobbering all over his cock as he fucks her mouth in a steady and focused way. Enjoying not just the sight and the moment, but most of all the feeling of her damp oral hole all around his dick. Her spit starting now to drip from his rod, something enhanced by the repeated motion he’s using on her as her saliva starts drooling over those ruby red lips of hers.
“HHHHLLLLKKKK… GAHHHHHH!! GAHHHHH HRRRRRRKKKK!!” Another raspy gag escaped the woman getting face fucked, eyes widening the flex of her throat and mouth jolts towards the incoming cock. Saliva spilling out over her bottom lip to slowly drip down her chin and further smear her professionally applied lipstick. At the same time, the effects of the discomfort were clear as her eyes began to water up. Not at all used to having her oral hole being treated like a snatch from the steady, repeated way she’s been fucked in her mouth. Mascara and eye-liner starting to run ever so slightly as the pumping takes its toll.
Yet, even with her hands up and fingers digging into his trousers, she’s not once made a move to stop him or remove her mouth from this mighty and meaty cock. Even as he pumps in deeper, looking like his bell-end was teasing her and her already some would say near-abused mouth by acting like the next destination was her throat. The handsome, smirking male with his shaft beep into her warm and wet mouth taking his calculating, sweet time with the fucking of her. In no rush, and clearly with the stamina to enjoy himself at the expense of the gagging stunner on her knees in front of him. No doubt enjoying the clear discomfort on her gorgeous, starting to be make-up ruined and saliva drooling face.
Similar to how this started, he gave no warning for the finish. Just releasing her hair and stepping back as he cock almost sprung free from her oral hole. Sending saliva flicking up into the air and dripping down onto the carpet of the hotel room. At the same time she gasped loudly with wide but clearly relieved eyes. Drawing in deep lungfulls of overdue air as she stayed down on her knees. Hair covering her vision the least of her concerns as she looked to recover from her first face-fuck. Not therefore noticing the man in front of her quickly undressing as he unlooped his belt then undid his pants. Clearly having done this all before as he slipped the shoes off, then stepped out of his lower garments to leave him in just socks on his lower body.
“Now, that was a good start, wasn’t it?” ‘Paul’ said with a confident smile before he reached down, making her almost yelp in surprise as he used both hands to haul her off from the ground.
“H-hey!!” Taylor yelled before she let out a groan. Near tossed onto her back on the bed but lengthwise, so her head was hanging off the bed on one side and her high heeled feet off the other. “You fucker!! That nearly choked me!” She glared, using a hand to wipe saliva off her chin as she watched him rather casually move around the bed towards her blonde haired head.
“Nearly? I knew I was going to easy on you…”He said with smirk that had a hint of filthiness to it as he positioned himself. “Allow me to rectify that…” He said, cupping her face with both hands to make her head tilt backward so her hair was hanging down just inches from the floor. That cock tellingly pointing right at her smeared red lips.
“Wait! You’re not just going to fu-HHHHHHLLLLKKKK!!” Her question was answered by actions rather than words. Once more his cock plunging forward and deeply into her oral hole. Causing her to gag a bit more louder than before as his length travelled beyond just the confines, as pleasurable as they clearly were, of her damp and soothing mouth. Invading her throat for the first time. Making her knees push up from the bed she’s laying on and her back almost aching up as well. However his grip on her cheeks and around the sides of her jaw keeping her perfectly in place for him as he resumed his thrusting but in a new position.
“MMMMM!! Oh yes Taylor… MMMM… Just as I expected…” The man sighed in pleasure. This position deliberately designed for him to not just ‘test out’ what the stunning singer could handle, but enhance his own pleasure even further than before. His loud moans were showing his enjoyment of matters, no doubt increased by the vibrations bouncing off of his cock from her groans and gags. Just as before though, there was no let off for the previously so sure and confident beauty. His pumps machine-like in timing and with stiffness to match. Already getting saliva dripping off his cock from the repeated pushes between those plump and perfect lips of hers.
“HHHHHLLLLLKKK!! GAHHHHH!! GAHHHHHH…” Swift closed her eyes, frustrated by the sight of the upside-down (from her perspective) crotch sliding back and forth towards her with those heavy balls looking close to smacking against her. However soon regretting the action as she whined from the sting of forming tears from the discomfort of having her mouth taken in such a sinful and rough way. Meanwhile, at that oral hole, saliva spilling out past her lips and at the sides to start to drip not just down and off her cheeks. Rolling down towards her nose and further over her face to only ruin her pristine make-up even more with every thrust she takes.
As he moaned from the feeling of her mouth and throat around his dick, he shifted his hands from off her head now he was sure she was willingly, as he had been all the way through this encounter, getting with the programme for this particular position. Firstly to her hands as her arms slightly flailed to force them backward, letting her grip his thighs from around the back to give her something to hold onto. That allowed his hips to work on auto-pilot to keep his prick moving smoothly and with perfect force in and out of her soaking wet oral hole.
He wasn’t quite done however as he reached downward, gripping the material of her dress and with a dominating rough tug, tore the garment down the middle clean to the stomach. Hearing a muffled gasp and a glance down seeing her wide eyes from his action before she choking again around his tool. His hands went onto the similarly pricey white bra she had on, and just like her dress showed no concern for damage as he snapped it clear in two. Letting her shapely breasts bounce free before both his hands went onto them. Squeezing them with firm gropes and letting his thumbs brush across, then around her nipples.
“HHHHHLKKKK!! MMMMMMPHHH!! GAHHHHHLLLLKKK…” The multi-time Grammy Award winner squirmed on the hotel bed she was hanging off of at this new dual assault on her gorgeous body. Far from enjoying the fucking her throat is having to endure as her saliva is seeping out and down her face to almost reach her welled up eyes. Yet the way his hands were contrastingly softly toying with her sensitive tits was bringing painfully overdue pleasure to her body. Almost squealing around the cock stuffed into her oral hole as his fingers expertly pinched and tugged at her hard nipples.
Saliva seeping past those smeared lips as the stain of her lipstick was now not just over the pumping cock she was taking but around her mouth like she was cheap tramp taken off a side-walk. The upside down position of her head leaving her tears rolling down across the upper eye and eyebrow, bringing the stain of wrecked eye-liner with them down her forehead. Never mind the eye-shadow running from the sides and similarly downward. Gags and raspy groans heard around the pumping fat pole as her long blonde hair sways from the jolt her head is doing against the repeatedly ramming rod she’s still willingly, even with all this obvious discomfort, letting fuck her mouth.
Once again without any verbal warning, he changes tactics. Stopping his thrusts to just hold his cock within her talented oral hole, allowing her groan but still gag – just not quite as roughly as before – around his inches. Not so much as a break, but instead letting himself have more fun with her lovely, rounded breasts. Leaning over her and then down, to capture a nipple between his lips. Finally putting his own mouth to use with a loud, savouring slurp onto her that easily got a muffled moan out of the orally used pop princess. Swatting his tongue against the nub as his hand cupped and groped her tit. After a moment of sucking, he lifted off to spit down onto her, letting his fingers do the work of rubbing the fluid across her boob as he moved her to the other mound. Delivering the same treatment to cause the woman under him to arch as he held her. His cock still deep in her throat to make her gag but in the next moment groan with clear approval for his almost uncharacteristic tender work on her ample chest.
“MMMMM… Had a feeling you’d enjoy that…” ‘Paul’ stated with another proud smirk as he let go of her breasts. Stepping back so his cock could slide out with a lewd squelching sound from out of her already well fucked mouth.
“Uhhhhhh…” Taylor groaned, shamefully spitting out a thick wad of saliva onto the sheets of the hotel bed she was on but long past caring at that point as she tiredly rolled over onto her stomach. Drawing in deep breaths as she stared through her blonde hair up at the still rock hard hunk in front of her. “You… You have any… Fucking idea how much this dress cost??” Was what she offered with a bold, considering what she’s gone through, snap.
“Not at all. And I don’t care.” He simply and confidently stated as he held his saliva coated dick by the base. Deliberately taunting her by waving it in front of her face, amused by the way her eyes followed it as he moved from side to side. Before snapping her out of it by slapping the fat crown against her cheek.
“Bastard…” She half-mumbled. Letting out a low groan that wasn’t completely from discomfort when he smacked her cheek with his dick again. No impact behind the blow, but done to further remind the beautiful pop starlet of the smutty position she’s in.
“Tell you what Taylor, since I’ve almost had my fun with you… How about a little deal?” He offered, seeing her eyes snap up to him at the mention of both an end and a bargain. “Since I can’t put this big cock into your snatch, how about I use my fingers instead? In return… You get that lovely mouth of yours fucking choking on my dick until I blow my load down your throat. Deal?” He asked, but the way he was running a hand down her back towards her butt showed he’d already decided himself the next course of action. His proud smirk showed that he just wanted to hear the dirty admission from her.
Indeed as he stepped forward close to her, her lips were already parted. Near panting with her tongue teasing making a venture out to lap at him as her eyes focused on that rod. She hesitated, using a hand to finally brush her now messy blonde hair out of the way to show off her make-up ruined and wrecked with saliva and tears face. “…Deal.” She sharply agreed with a long stare up, showing a look of lust that many a porn star couldn’t dream of recreating. One Swift didn’t know she had in her before until now. She didn’t look like she was going to let up now either, so deep into this filthy encounter as she shifted forward. Capturing that familiar fat bell-end between her smeared lips before pushing downward with a groan.
“MMMM!! Fuck!! Good girl… MMMMM…” The hunk grinned, watching her head bob along his cock for a couple moments before she let out the first gag of her own making around his tool as those bright red lips pushed close towards his base. Living up to his end of the deal his hands moved down onto her backside. Grabbing the material and once again tearing it to the sides to expose her sexy, plump ass encased in black panties along with those long, smooth legs of hers. However his focus was on what was under her underwear, using one hand to pull them to the side so he could admire her completely shaved snatch. As well as seeing the clear dampness down there on her tight looking lower lips.
“MMMMMPHHHH!! GAHHHHH!! MMMMMM…” Conflicting sounds bounced off the cock she was feasting on as she smoothly and steadily pushed her mouth up and down onto this still unknown to her hunk. Glancing back to get glimpses of what he was doing, but certainly feeling every action he was delivering. Fingers parting her slick folds, teasing her entrance running the tips across her pussy. Making her hips push back as she almost raised up from the bed into a doggy style position. A hand onto her back soon pushing her to lay on her front on the bed was all the ‘order’ she needed as she kept slurping away on the already saliva coated dick she was taking deep into her throat.
“MMMM!! Yeah Taylor… MMMMM FUCK… Suck that fucking dick…” He encouraged, even with his eyes locked onto her juicy backside as he teased her a little more with rubs over her lower lips. Then he properly went to work on her. Pushing a single finger into her that made her legs raise up from their loosely hanging position. Allowing him in turn to grip one of her feet by the high heel while he started off sliding his finger in and out of her wet twat. Moaning himself as he felt her cries of approval vibrating around his member.
“GAHHHHHLLLKK!! HHHHHRRRRKKK… MMMMMPHHH HHHHLLLKKK…” The eyes of the ‘Blank Space’ and ‘I Knew You Were Trouble’ singer were still welling up with tears as they rolled down her already make-up wrecked cheeks. Now with a sinful glaze over them like she was in a lusty trance. Ignoring the obvious discomfort and the black smears from her eye-liner and mascara running down her face. Keeping her head bobbing away to plunge her oral hole deeply onto the biggest dick she’s ever handled in her life. Leaving it dripping with her spit and stained lewdly with a colouring of smeared red from off her lips.
Her near deep throating action is more than helped on by the finger fucking she’s taking at her other end from the stud she’s making groan out. Slipping in a second digit into her needy, wet and snug pussy as he briskly works himself in and out of her. Never missing a beat despite the red hot sucking off he’s taking from one of the hottest women in the world, let alone in music. Another display of his obvious skill as he takes as much as he’s giving out, but making up for the long time of just getting pleasure with the sudden way he’s driving his fingers knuckle-deep into her love tunnel.
“MMMMPHHH!! MMMM… GAHHHHHHHH!! MMMMM…” She gagged and groaned with that mix of pleasure and pain. Her nose now bumping into the crotch of the man she’s only met this evening as he fingers her expertly like he’s done this all many times before. His heavy balls smacking against her saliva-covered chin as her lips finally meet the base of his dick. Swallowing down every inch of his thick manhood like she’s more of a deep throat loving porn slut rather than the talented and respecting popstar she’s supposed to be.
Perhaps that fact, and the insertion of a third finger into her snatch from behind, finally set Taylor Swift off. Her eyes rolling upward to near back into her head as she gagged around the cock she was deeply stuffing down her throat. Cumming and cumming hard on the fingers of the man she barely knows but has let use and abuse her talented, and clearly not just for singing, oral hole. Juices splashing out almost to a squirting level, and certainly leaving a squelching sound to be heard as he pumps his fingers in and out of her twat. Insuring she rides out every wave of sudden, intense pleasure from a sexual high she’d never have dreamed of getting from a round of face-fucking sex like this.
Indeed, speaking of that she still had work to do. Slobbering away on the dick in front of her as her saliva dripped off her chin all the way down to the hotel room carpet. Never mind the coating all across the shaft and smeared onto his large ballsack to match. A gag still escaping her every time she bobbed onto him to take those inches in. Pleasure and lust still in her welled up eyes that’s now a world away from the mess of make-up around her eyes, down her cheeks, and around her mouth with her lipstick well and truly stained unlike anything she could have imagined possible.
With her moans dying down, he pulled his soaked fingers out of her snatch. Giving her a satisfied pat on the backside for good measure and leaving her panties to the side as he stood back up. Intentionally leaving his fingers coated in her juices raised up while he gripped her blonde hair to get her instant staring attention. “Don’t… UHHHH!! Swallow!” He ordered with a groan as his cock throbbed within her throat. “Only… MMMMMM!! When I fucking tell you to…” He said, gritting his teeth for a moment as he held her head in place, stopping her bobbing motion himself.
Like a good, eager cock-slut she obeyed. Just gazing up at the man who over the course of an evening had turned the perfect popstar princess into a face-fuck loving whore. The reward soon came from that pulsing cock just from the snug feeling of her mouth and well-used throat around his fat length. Seed blasting out into her to make her gag in raspy fashion. Her head jolting forward onto his tool out of reflex as she got filled up but as ordered, she didn’t swallow a drop down. A decision she’d soon regret as without any place to go, his jizz soon found a new escape point. Another choke before spunk shot out through her nostrils, making her eyes widen in shock as she gagged from the shameful moment.
Mercifully at that point, but all clearly part of the plan, he pulled backward to allow the rest of his load to shoot out into her mouth. Her sealed lipped easing the rest of his drops out, and even with her used state and jizz hanging out of her nose she couldn’t help but use her tongue to work against his pole. Getting as taste of the load that was all in her mouth and still in her throat to make her gag every so often. Even as his cock was starting to harden go soft between those smeared red lips of hers.
“Ahhhhhh…” He sighed with satisfaction and a hint of relief as he pulled his spent cock out of her mouth. Letting her close her lips together as she looked up. Almost shaking from the afterglow of everything she’s taken from him. “…Swallow.” He ordered with a filthy grin.
Taylor gulped the load down in a second, before coughing and gasping as she clutched her sore throat. Rolling over onto her back in the remains of her torn dress as she looked to recover. Another gulp down for good measure followed by more gasps for long overdue air but as she’d been told to do, all that seed had been saved until instructed. Aside from the drips still running from her nostrils of course.
“You’re not done yet.” He stated, making her freeze as she lay on the hotel room bed. He stepped forward, and showed her the three digits he’d stuck into her a few minutes ago. “Clean.” He instructed, bringing them to her lips.
With a low gasp, she again did as ordered. Lips apart and letting those fingers enter into her before she sealed around them. Letting out a naughty groan as she sucked on those digits with a slight upward bob of the head. A couple of motions, accompanied by a flick of the tongue, that cleaned off her own pussy juices from off of him. Leaving a slight coating of saliva instead and the clear fact that she didn’t seem to mind tasting her own snatch. Whether that was caused by her new heightened sexual state was another story.
“That… That will most certainly do.” ‘Paul’ said, stating the obvious and then some as he stepped back. Once again, his movement far too casual for what he’d just done as he moved back to his clothing on the floor. Stepping in and pulling his trousers and boxers upward as he zipped up, before relooping his belt. “You can stay in the room for as long as you like until the morning. 11 O’Clock is checking out time.” He rather as-a-matter-of-fact stated as he slipped back into his shoes.
“I… Oh Fuck!! I… Can’t believe…” Taylor gasped out between breaths, barely listening to what was being said before she looked over to him. Seeing him writing down something onto the room-provided memo pad. “Who… Who are you??” She asked as she watched on.
“Well, my real name certainly isn’t Paul…” He said with a shrug as he ripped off the top page from the pad before opening up her purse. “This is my number, OK? Enter it into your phone. I can call you, but you can’t call me.” He stated as he put the note in and zipped back up her purse. “You could try, but you won’t get through.”
With that, he picked up his jacket from the table and slipped it back on, making his way towards the door. Pausing as he saw Swift sit up on the bare, staring in a mix of shock and awe at how casually he was departing the scene. He smirked back at her as he opened the door. “To answer your question? Yes. Yes we will be doing something like this again. But next time? My cock will be going into your pussy.” He said with the kind of confidence that didn’t just make his words like they were an already set-in-stone fact. They made the woman left in the room shiver with thoughts of what might be.
The door closed as Swift sat alone for a moment, blinking out tears that formed from the last gag she’d done around his dick. After a minute, she looked to the door, and then to the side to the door leading to the en suite bathroom. Now calmed down and back down to Earth, wiser thoughts of a shower instead of a fat length stuffing her full invading her mind. However just as she got up, then sat down as she decided to take off her high heels just in case her legs were a little weak, a smirk formed across those smeared lips of hers.
“Sounds like a date… ‘Paul’…”
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