As she strolled towards the building, another woman dressed in exercise gear came out, and she was practically glowing. Anya encouraged her the entire time, mixing in statements of how well Taylor was doing, and how well she looked. She did this several times, and Taylor felt downright heavenly as the short redhead worked her over. Always.” “Always trust Anya,” Taylor agreed, mindlessly. “Place arms over edge of table please.” Taylor did as she was told, letting her arms drop down off the side of the massage table. ” Anya said, placing a hand on Taylor’s right shoulder. She wanted to take the little redhead in her arms and make her feel as good as she’d just made Taylor feel. With strong hands and smarts to use his cock inside Anya well. “Then pussy.” Taylor nearly gasped, her nethers growing wet just at the word pussy. The singer got excited when the little redhead started rubbing the oil in, but Anya never touched Taylor’s nipples, despite them being so very hard. ” This time, Anya did what Taylor wanted, slamming the large dildo into the young star, then pulling it out before repeating the process. But her arms were weak, and she realized she hadn’t been out that long, maybe a minute. The second time had ended with her breaking up with the guy she’d been dating, and she’d sworn off anal forever after that. So much so, Taylor worried she’d slip if she sat down on a chair at that moment. Here she was, laying naked on a table with a strange woman, a huge dildo shoved up her pussy, about to get another one in the ass.Her skin was flush and covered in sweat, but she had the most amazingly pleasant smile on her face, like nothing could possibly be wrong with the world. I was recommended by Emma Stone, and-” “Ah, Miss Stone, yes,” the receptionist said. If this feeling had been what Emma had been talking about when she suggested the place, Taylor would happily feel this way for a couple of days. Considering how Anya was making her feel, Taylor would trust Anya to do pretty much anything. Anya immediately took her right arm and began kneading the flesh. She hated to admit it, but the stretch did feel good, even when Anya did it with her other leg. Happily, Taylor rolled over onto her back, no longer at all concerned that she was completely naked. She almost squealed with delight when she saw Anya had stripped down to a tiny white thong. But to her surprise, Anya pushed her back down on her back. “Anya may treat you like lover, but Anya is not your lover. Not the biggest, but big enough for little Anya.” “But-” Taylor stammered, but Anya hushed her by placing a finger against Taylor’s lips. Should always wear shorts or skirts with legs like these.” “If you say so,” Taylor replied. But Anya actually started pressing Taylor’s shoulders flat against the bed, stretching muscles in Taylor’s neck that she didn’t even know she had. Anya stretched Taylor’s arms out by pulling on them from different angles. She also realized the large dildo was still inside her pussy. “We leave it there until we’re done stretching you,” Anya said, pressing Taylor back down on her back. But Anya’s finger was so much different from either penis that had been inside her. Anya could do anything she wanted to Taylor Swift’s ass. But Anya knew the importance of lube for anal sex, and she knew that for Taylor to enjoy it, she had to be plenty lubricated. If anyone walked in, or took a picture, or even guessed at what was.Anya shook it, then went a step further, hugging Taylor tightly. “So sweet, darling-dear,” Anya said, her voice a little quieter. The best sex of Taylor’s life couldn’t compare to this simple little hand work. “Your left side is tighter than the right,” Anya informed her. You just have more stress there.” “I don’t feel stressed right now,” Taylor admitted. But Anya had promised more pussy work, and Taylor wanted that more than she’d ever admit. But Anya knew what she was doing, even as she bent over Taylor’s body to press her own naked breasts against the singer’s stomach. Instead of the slightly warm feeling of the lotion, the lube was cool, and as Anya placed a finger coated with it against Taylor’s pussy, the singer shivered, perversely enjoying the sensation. “It’s o-okay,” Taylor said as Anya’s finger once more entered her lower lips and began spreading the coolness around. “Oh, wow,” Was all Taylor could say as the cool plastic began to part her pussy. Taylor had never been so filled in all her life, and it felt fantastic. Anya pulled the plastic beast out much faster than she put it in, and Taylor’s back arched in response. Taylor couldn’t form words, couldn’t for complete thoughts. Once more, the singer was thankful for all the lube, but she could barely stammer how good it felt, feeling the large plastic cock slide out of her backside.
She’s set up a complimentary starter package for you at her expense.” “She has? “I didn’t know.” “You’ll be thanking her later, I’m sure,” the receptionist said, opening a file on her computer. It’s all pretty standard.” “If you say so,” Taylor said, taking the offered clipboard and pen. ” “Oh, you can tell whoever you want – just tell us first, so we can be ready for them when they come themselves,” the receptionist said. We get a lot of famous people here who value their privacy.” “I can understand that,” Taylor said, signing the paperwork. ” “For a workout, stretching, massage and cool down, yes,” a new voice said from down the hallway. Emma wasn’t really clear on what-” “We will keep you pretty, darling-dear,” Anya said. You will do cardio, then Pilates, then we do a full body massage, where we stretch every part of your body. Taylor followed her in, and was surprised to find a small room, with a wall of mirrors along one side. Here she was, number one musical artist Taylor Swift, laying naked while a sexy woman massaged her ass. Instead she worked her way back down Taylor’s left leg. For a moment, Anya busied herself working between Taylor’s toes, and the young singer almost forgot what had happened – what she imagined had happen. Had anyone come in the door at that moment, they would’ve been able to see everything Taylor Swift had to offer. Anya had just given her a powerful orgasm, and now she wanted to go back to stretching Taylor’s muscles? It actually helped Taylor, she would realize some time later, as it let her body recover from that first orgasm. But no matter what, the neck stretches seemed to take an eternity. It would fuel her fantasies for years to come, encouraging her to let future boyfriends – and girlfriends – fuck her ass whenever they wanted.
It took several minutes, and some of the things made Taylor wonder just what was going to happen here. ” “You’ll see in a minute, Miss Swift,” the receptionist said. The whole introductory procedure shouldn’t take more than, say, four hours.” “FOUR HOURS?! Taylor turned to see a small, redheaded woman approaching. “When I am done with you, you will feel all sorts of better. ” Anya said, guiding Taylor down the hallway, leaving the receptionist behind. You will love it, and you will love Anya,” she added with a smile. There was a simple treadmill, a large exercise mat on the floor, a medicine ball, and a professional looking massage table. The paparazzi would’ve had a field day if they’d known about it. Except her pussy was still tingling wet, and she was still quite turned on. And if they just promised to get her off, Taylor would’ve let them have all of her too. “Okay, lift head now,” Anya said, taking Taylor’s long, straightened hair and pulling it out-of-the-way enough for her to slip both arms under the back of Taylor’s head, crisscrossed so that her left hand was on Taylor’s right shoulder, and the right hand was on her left. The sensation of Anya’s dildo gently but firmly guiding it’s way up inside her ass was all Taylor Swift ever wanted.
It never happened in real life, which sucks, because if it did, it’d be totally hot. ” Anya could be bossy, and yet Taylor did exactly as she was told, as if she really wanted to please Anya, make her proud. She had to act fast to try and catch it, and was nearly knocked off her feet, staggering a little as the heavy ball landed in her arms. She didn’t have to be strong, but she had to be in shape. Taylor took a long swig of water and used the time to catch her breath. With a quick move, she lifted the black, sweaty garment away, leaving Taylor suddenly exposed, as she’d not bothered with a bra. “I have seen breasts before, and I see yours later, during massage.” “What? As the session went on, Anya got more and more hands-on, and while at first Taylor jumped each time the short redhead touched her, she eventually grew to relish having Anya’s delicate fingers repositioning her body as needed. Still, she’d been complimented on them before and Anya was ignoring them. I like them, but I never have the time…” Taylor trailed off. It was the heat of the room and suddenly laying down. “This just stretches the spine and lower back, darling-dear.” Taylor just moaned back, enjoying the way Anya was working her body.
The author in no-way is claiming Taylor Swift is into girls, likes to exercise naked, and gets it on with random redheaded strangers. I’ll just turn around and no under-aged readers will slip past me when I’m not looking… Feedback is totally welcome on the C-S-S-A boards (either through PM or in the CSSA Feedback Thread), and in fact is encouraged, because the Author’s ego is quite fragile and he’d like to know someone out there thinks he’s producing something of some worth to someone. Soon Taylor was running, and sweat was running, too. But that made the medicine ball hard for Taylor, and Anya very quickly got a disapproving tone. She’d only been working with Anya for maybe half an hour or forty minutes, but she already felt like she’d gotten a pretty good workout. “Oh, good girl, darling-dear,” Anya said in approval, even as Taylor tried to cover her naked breasts. More than once, Taylor got a little electric thrill when Anya would brush against her nipples, or cup her butt through her shorts. Well, lesbian or not, Taylor was happy Anya was with her. Get naked for Anya.” Taylor hesitated for just a moment more, but then mentally shrugged. Hurry, hurry, before your muscles cool down.” Taylor got on the table completely naked, and lay face down. Suddenly, Anya was pouring a warm liquid over Taylor’s back, almost hot.
But again, if she did, he’d totally be down for it. Seriously, I’m THIS CLOSE to giving up, guys, so maybe a little “thanks” every now and then would help. My whole body still feels like it’s tingling, and it’s been 48 hours! The country starlet didn’t know if the room was air conditioned or not, but right now she was willing to bet it wasn’t. She kept having to wipe sweat from her brow to keep it out of her eyes. Of course, she wasn’t feeling like her whole body was tingling or anything yet, but she figured that came later. “Very good, for beginner, darling-dear,” Anya said at one point. ” Taylor was still sweating – was the heat on in this room? It helped to be naked save for her shorts and panties. She had the softest touch with her hands, and seemed to really like Taylor, too. She’d been gyrating about the room topless for more than an hour now, what would it hurt for Anya to see her naked? Taking a deep breath, Taylor reached down and yanked her short-shorts and the small pair of white panties hidden underneath them right off. She was surprised to find a bottle of water with a straw resting right beneath the face-pillow her head was resting in. But it felt good, and soon Anya’s hands joined them.
If you’re opposed to Lesbian Sex, go read something else. If you’re too young to be reading this according to your local laws and regulations and whatnot, wow, that sucks. Constructive criticism is welcome too, so long as it’s not just “You suck.” I’m good with “you suck,” so long as you explain, ideally in detail, what I did wrong that made said story suck. Trust me, I already know most people don’t like me, and I’ll just assume you don’t, too, so why waste your time and mine? ” That had been the voicemail message from Emma Stone that had gotten Taylor Swift in her car and traveling to this hidden little gym on the outskirts of LA. But her heart was pounding, and she was getting in a good run. “You wear too much, Taylor,” Anya said a moment or two later. Her skin was doing a fine job bleeding off the excess heat, even if it left her covered in sweat and wishing she could take a shower. “Okay, you’re all Pilated,” Anya said when the session finally ended. Anya was about to rub her whole body down anyway, and Taylor didn’t see any towel to hide under anyway. Standing up with the small tuft of blonde fur above her crotch on full display, she stood there, letting Anya drink in the sight of her. “Drink some water, darling-dear,” Anya said as she busied herself beside Taylor. ” Taylor took a sip, but tried to focus on catching her breath. They felt great, and Anya took her time spreading the oil out over Taylor’s back and arms. Taylor needn’t have worried about the lack of equipment. ” The next 75 minutes of Taylor’s life were a stretching, embarrassing hell, made tolerable only by the encouragement Anya offered.She wore bright pink short-shorts that clung to her skin and showed the cleft of her pussy from a mile off, and the nipples on her large breasts were threatening to rip through the matching pink sports bra she wore. A pleasant looking blonde girl, she wore a sweatshirt opened in the front to reveal her sports bra with the Ultra Stretch logo and green shorts made out of the same material as her sweatshirt. After maybe six or seven times around Taylor’s back, Anya stopped and placed her elbow at the top of Taylor’s spine. Starting at the shoulder and working all the way down to Taylor’s fingers. Anya stuck a pillow under Taylor’s feet and began once more massaging the oil into Taylor’s skin. “Everything that we have done, is part of service, Taylor,” Anya said quietly. At first, Taylor just took it, but by the fourth different angle on one arm, Taylor was growing sore. “Roll over onto tummy, please.” Taylor did as she was told without even thinking, and got a little thrill as she naturally pressed the bottom of the dildo against the table, pressing it a little bit deeper into her. So Anya lubricated Taylor’s ass, both inside and out, and then applied plenty more lube to the dildo she pulled out of the drawer next. “Then it will do,” Anya smiled, taking the well-lubed dildo and disappearing behind Taylor.“Hey,” the girl said by way of greeting as she passed Taylor and headed towards her car. A headphone/microphone combo seemed to come out of her hair next to her ear. ” “Uh, yeah,” Taylor said, tempted to point to the magazine the girl had just been reading. Your privacy will always be respected.” “I like that,” Taylor said. “You let me know if this hurts, darling-dear,” Anya said. It felt amazing, the pressure working it’s way down the very center of Taylor’s back. When she reached the bottom, Anya turned her arm 90 degrees and worked the elbow back and forth over the small of Taylor’s back before going another 90 and working all the way back up to the base of Taylor’s neck. She worked plenty of the massage oil into Taylor’s pale flesh. This time, she started down at the feet, working up until she reached Taylor’s ass. “Then let Anya make you feel so good.” Taylor took a deep breath and relented. Anya immediately began running her finger down Taylor’s crack, tracing the path of the massage oil. Maybe she had dreamt it, dozed off and let her imagination run wild. ” Taylor said, but Anya’s answer was to take Taylor’s leg and bend it at the knee until her heel was pressed against her own butt. “Anya loves all of it, and Anya loves you, but not that way, yes? Still, her arm DID feel stretched, and she supposed that was important. Anya moved behind Taylor’s head and got down on her knees on a small stool next to the table. For what seemed like an eternity to Taylor nothing happened, just some rustling of fabric. With her pussy filled, and her body already primed for sex after two most powerful orgasms, Taylor Swift felt nothing but pleasure as the dildo slowly but surely entered her deepest, darkest parts.:) It was fun while it lasted, but apparently Rob Morrow and Gina Gershon did not make a perfect match.