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Celebrities: Hailee Steinfeld and Taylor Swift
Codes: MF, Cons, Oral, Anal, Facial, Anal Creampie, Cuckqueen
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The laptop rang a couple of times as it was rearranged to get the two of us in the camera shot. We were sitting in a very fancy hotel suite that overlooked the New York City skyline and in any other circumstance I would've been floored by the view but as I sat on the couch, I was simply confused... No. Dumbstruck. The couch shifted and the other person in the room, Hailee Steinfeld took a seat next to me, still smiling over at me, despite being clad in a deep navy blue two-piece set of lingerie. She crossed her legs and leaned forward, her fingers hovering over the keyboard before the phone call was picked up. The screen snapped from the cutesy wallpaper to a video call and I found myself worried about being in a much deeper set of trouble. On the other side of the computer screen was my girlfriend, Taylor Swift, who was sitting there, dressed in a black tank top with her hair loose and sitting around her shoulders. With the call answered, she could no doubt see that I was sitting next to a lingerie-clad Hailee Steinfeld. Before I even had a chance to stammer out an explanation, the girls burst into conversation.
"He bought it then?" Hailee asked, beating me to the punch.
"He did!" Taylor squealed, clapping her hands together before turning to look at me. "Sorry baby, I just wanted to do this and we had the time to now."
"Time to what exactly?" I asked, unsure of just what the hell was happening.
"You ever heard of cuckolding before?" Hailee asked, closing her hands and linking her fingers before placing them on her lap.
I had. It was something that had never really interested me and I had never been with someone who was interested in it either. Again, before I even had a chance to say anything, Taylor bumped in.
"Because I sorta discovered it four or five years ago now. And I kinda love it." She admitted, a wry smile on her face as she awkwardly fidgeted from side to side.
"You love it?" I repeated, finally finding my words.
"I do. And that's why the two of you are there." She finished, her eyes darting between me and Hailee who was sitting next to me on the couch but had moved to more of a reclining position.
"Because..." The idea still not really settling in my mind.
"Because we're going to have sex, all while Taylor watches and listens to how much better of a lay I am than her. I'm going to do all the wicked, naughty shit she won't do for you and she's just going to watch and finger fuck herself because that's all she's allowed. Isn't that right Taylor?"
"Yes Hailee." Taylor said, a wicked smile on her face as she herself reclined and reached down off-camera, pulling at the vest and sliding it clean over her head. Sitting there in her white sports bra, Taylor grabbed one of her phones and keyed in a number. As if by chance, one of the phones on the desk started to ring. "So before we get into it, here's what we're going to do." Taylor added, looking back into the laptop's camera. "You two are going to stick on the couch because I can get a pretty good view from here. But, for different positions like her going down on you or you fucking her in the ass, you use the phone."
"Ah... Okay." I said, looking at the laptop's screen and then over to Hailee who was moving around, slipping over so that her entire body was now facing me.
"So, before we really start, here-" Hailee passed me the phone and slipped between my legs, her hands brushing them open. "We should probably talk about the rules."
"Right! The rules!" Taylor chirped. "No kissing and if I say stop, you stop. Right, Hailee?"
"Right. We both agreed with them and if you aren't comfortable with it then we can just stop here and now and we'll forget this thing ever happened." Hailee helpfully explained.
"So all definitely into this?" The idea was still rattling around my head but it didn't seem to be settling down where it should have. "Because this is..."
"Wild?" Taylor asked.
"Weird?" Hailee added.
"I mean, both of those..."
"Well, why don't you just keep it as wild AND weird and we can all have fun?" Taylor said, doing her best to clarify the situation and settle everything down.
"I mean... Okay? You know I love you don't you?" I asked, looking into the phone's camera and then into the laptop's camera, trying to work out the best screen to talk to Taylor about it.
"Oh, I love you too! It's why I think this can be so much fun." Taylor said, a wide smile on her face as she leaned in close to the camera. "And let's face it, who doesn't want to fuck Hailee Steinfeld?" She added, the wide smile turning into a wicked grin.
"Well, that is awfully flattering!" Hailee said, giggling at Taylor's sweet and sordid comment.
"I mean, I'm expecting you to fuck the hell out of each other. Might as well have both of you being totally confident right?"
"Right." I answered, not even realizing that I was now getting into the idea.
"There you go!" Hailee said, her own smile getting more and more wicked, just like Taylor's. "So, are we all ready?"
"I think so!" Taylor said, settling back in her chair and finishing her own undressing. She reached over to the side of the screen and brought out a plastic toy. She looked it over before grinning and rearranging herself off-screen. I could, and probably should have asked where that came from but I was snapped back to reality when Hailee's hands were on my lap and moved to unzip my flies. She ripped the lips apart and then her right hand dived inside and she found her way to my underwear. As I sat on the couch, slowly becoming just a little bit more easy with the whole situation, I could feel my dick swelling to life. Hailee's hand moved up to the waistband of my boxers and then she hooked her index finger inside and started to pull them down. The brunette sat back on her heels, her hands leaving my waist and pants as my cock stood to attention in the middle of my jeans.
"Oh damn..." Hailee said, looking over her shoulder to look at the camera and Taylor. "You weren't lying!"
"Lying?"
"Oh I was telling Hailee about how hung you were." Taylor said, biting down on her bottom lip and studying her side of the screen.