Author's Note: This story is entirely fictional. It is meant for people 18 and over and is not meant to reflect reality in any way, shape or form. It is a complete fantasy and not meant to be viewed as anything but a product of imagination.
This story includes plot points to the Harem series but you do not need to have read those chapters to be able to follow this. This is not meant to be a realistic portrayal of Taylor Swift, Selena Gomez, Demi Lovato, Hailee Steinfeld, Ashley Benson, Cara Delevingne or any other person in the story.
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"I don't know about this," Taylor Swift said, a bit shyly as they entered the club.
There were few things that Taylor enjoyed more than hanging out with her friends and she was with several of them right then. So it wasn't like she didn't have some serious backup in case things got weird or creepy here. But this was definitely not her scene and she felt a bit uncomfortable even being there.
"What's the matter Taylor? Afraid of a little EDM?" Hailee Steinfeld laughed. "C'mon! It's just a club! You go in, you dance that cute butt of yours off and you have fun! What's wrong with that?"
There was nothing wrong with that of course. Taylor loved to dance. She loved to have fun with her friends. But Hailee was right about one thing. EDM was not her scene. Taylor loved all kinds of music of course. But pulsating, ear drum shattering electronic was not really one she sought out. And that was what this club was all about. It was one of those places where you could hear the thumping of the music before you were even inside and Taylor already was anxious about weird club drinks and too loud music and complete sensory overload.
Taylor knew she had the "good girl" image still and that many people thought of her as the type to stay home and do needlepoint instead of going out to a club. And that was sort of true, at least a little. She still loved doing homemade crafts and it was fun to sit at home nice and quiet with a book, some tea and her cats. But a lot of her reputation had been because of her carefully constructed marketing and that had paid off extremely well for her throughout her career.
She knew she wasn't a good girl though. Taylor could be bad. And she loved to be bad and it wasn't just the kind of bad that meant going out at night to dance all night and drink and party and have fun with friends. No the kind of bad Taylor loved to be was the kind of bad where you got naked and did naughty things. Taylor didn't just want to dance and party with her friends tonight. She wanted them all in bed with her kissing her and touching her and playing with her body and licking her and doing all of the filthy things she loved.
God, Taylor wanted that so bad. She didn't want to be at this club. She didn't want to hear loud electronic music or be served weird drinks. She wanted to be in her big, comfy bed without any clothes on and have all of her sexy friends naked with her. Taylor wanted to get at their hot, tasty bodies. She wanted to get her hands on their breasts and feel up their asses and press her lips to their yummy pussies.
She wanted to lick them. She wanted to bury her face between their legs and lap at their pussies like a cum hungry slut and taste their hot juices all sweet and tangy together at once on her tongue and lips. And Taylor wanted them to do filthy things to her too. She wanted them to grab at her bare ass and spread her cheeks open and have them all spit in her hole to get that naughty little fucking pucker of hers all wet before they took turns jamming big, thick toys up her butt and making her take it deep and nasty so she could come over and over and over again from not only having those big toys up her ass but then having them in her mouth so could taste her own hole.
Just the thought of that made Taylor's pussy shiver but she didn't say anything about those desires. Her friends might have known a little bit of how naughty she could be but they didn't know how deep those illicit desires ran inside her and how much Taylor truly wanted to get filthy and slutty with them. She just wished she could tell them. Taylor wished she had convinced all of them to stay in with her that night so they could all be together getting naked instead of going to some dumb club.
The truth was Taylor was a little embarrassed and a lot afraid of what she felt. She didn't know how to admit, even to herself, that she wanted to enjoy such kinky, deviant sex. She was a bit afraid her friends would think she was too kinky or even weird that she wanted to get so nasty. But she did. She dreamed about it all the time with wild, taboo fantasies where she'd totally lose control and turn into some kind of wanton nymphomaniac and be licked and fucked and used like a whore and love every second of it.
Taylor was afraid of being judged and that her friends would think badly of her. She had been intimate with them. They knew she liked girls. They knew she loved to eat pussy and get her own licked by a gorgeous woman...or women. They knew she could be naughty and act like a sexy slut. But they didn't know how deviant she could really be.
They didn't know how often she masturbated thinking about Katy Perry and Rihanna ganging up on her again and holding her down as she screamed for them to stop as they just laughed at her and ripped off her clothes and defiled her ass with huge toys, not just one at a time either but both of them together so they could wreck her ass and make her love it and come from it even as she told them no.
That made her so fucking hot and wet and Taylor loved to secretly fantasize about them taking her like that, just like she was sure they had at the mansion Christmas party. None of them exactly remembered what had happened, but Taylor knew and she knew she had loved what they had done to her even though it had been rough and mean and nasty.
She thought about what it must have felt like for them to fuck her ass at the same time, shoving two big toys up her little hole and making it stretch as she got double stuffed like some kind of a porno slut. Taylor always would fuck herself so good in the privacy of her own bedroom or her bathtub or her shower or even backstage in her dressing room both before and after a concert thinking about those beautifully sexy bullies taking her ass and double fucking it to leave her loose and gaping and so cummy and messy like a nasty whore.
But they had never spoken about it. In fact, Taylor had done everything she could to avoid Katy and Rihanna because she was so embarrassed about how she had let them do that to her and how much she was sure she had come from it. She was afraid of those fantasies. She was afraid of what they said about her and she tried with everything she had to stifle them and keep those forbidden fantasies deeply locked inside her. She wasn't always successful though.