Elite Escort Service: Taylor Swift

Taylor picked up the phone in her hotel room to organize something she had been looking forward to for weeks.After a long tour and interview schedule, she finally had a night to herself.

She pulled out a business card given to her by Jenna Ortega when they were discussing how hard it can be to get laid during a busy work period. Jenna HIGHLY recommended the service she received.

The instructions were printed on the back of the card

1. Call the number

2. State the participants needed and the location

3. State what you need them to do

4. Wait

"No way, it's that simple," Taylor thought. "Can she be sure of their discretion?"

Rumors of her holding hands with a guy were enough to cause worldwide headlines.

"Fuck it," the popstar thought; Jenna said they were very discrete, and the wetness and giddy feeling between her legs were too much to bare; the butterflies in her stomach reached fever pitch as she sat down and dialed.

"Hello," Taylor said sheepishly. "Umm, I'm Taylor Swi-"

"We don't need your name," a voice interrupted.

"Um, okay." Taylor suddenly second-guessed what she was doing. Maybe this was too strange.

She took a deep breath and, throwing caution to the wind, let herself submit to the procedure without judgment or second thought.

"Participants?" the voice on the phone said.

"Black guys," Taylor said firmly. Hanging around NFL locker rooms had affected Taylor's fantasies of late.

"Three of them, shredded, mid 20's, big dicks, seven inches or above, In my Hotel room,"

Her pussy tingled with just saying these outrageous things out loud; the superstar crossed her legs, applying pressure in just the right places.

Her heart rate sped up as the voice spoke again.

"Scene?" the voice asked.

"Excuse me?," Taylor responded.

"What do you need from them?" explained the voice.

"I want to be used, dominated, fucked beyond repair, all night, nothing off limits; I want them to come in, me laying on the bed naked ready, and to just give myself over to them."

Taylor began to squirm, unconsciously grinding her ass against her bed before snapping back to reality.

"Uh, is that all you need?" She inquired.

"Just hang tight. They will be there in an hour." Reassured the voice on the phone.

"But don't you need to know where I am?" Taylor asked.

"We know where to send them...Miss Swift."

With that, they hung up. Leaving Taylor's heart pounding in her perky chest and her pussy aching all alone in her hotel room.

She used the majority of the hour getting ready for the night's festivities.

She shaved her pussy, fighting the urge to touch herself, showered, and soon found herself alone in front of her bathroom mirror admiring her body, her perky tits, flat stomach, and wide hips.

It was time.

Taylor unlocked the door and returned to the bedroom. Climbing onto the bed, she moved her hands above her head. She slowly parted her legs, exposing her wet vagina to the conditioned hotel air.

Soon three men she has never met will walk into this room and feast their eyes on her most intimate area, her spread out like a fuck toy. The thought began to overwhelm her just as the door opened.

In walked Quentin, Tray, and Jacob, three men who all fit Taylor's request, standing at around 6'4" each; the men all circled the bed, taking in the sight of Miss Swift in all her vulgar glory. Taylor, for her part, was ready to jump into the action but didn't want to break the tension; only the slight gyrating of her him into the air as if being fucked by some transparent cock was enough to betray her eagerness.

"Well, look what we have here, boys and nice fresh white pussy begging to get some black cock," said Quentin.

"You see her grinding her fat ass?" she's begging for it, remarked Tray as he firmly gripped her thigh.

All three of the men undressed, throwing their clothes on the ground and their stiff cocks unleashed from their fabric cages. All three men stood around their client for the evening, although she, in this state, was more of their toy than the client.

Taylor looked around at the men surrounding her and moved her arms down her body, and slowly parted the lips of her wet pussy, like a horny animal begging to be bred.

The men all smirked; Tray was the first to move; he gladly dove in between Taylor's legs, lapping up her juicy pussy; Taylor gasped. Quentin was next, kneeling beside her head and taking advantage of Taylor's open mouth. He planted the thick tip of his cock between her lips as Taylor let off a muffled moan; Jacob knelt at her other side, grabbing her delicate hand and wrapping it around his cock.

Taylor was in heaven; all those weeks of dreaming and fantasizing did not compare to real life. The familiar taste of cock filled her mouth, her lips beginning to stretch to take more of the shaft; the other twitched and throbbed in her hand; she couldn't believe how large it felt, bigger than any boy she had had before; Harry Styles, Joe Jonas, Matt Healy all looked like boys compared to the three specimens of masculinity that were currently sensually assaulting her body.

Suddenly she was spun around onto her hands and knees, missing the feeling of the cock in her mouth; she was able to push that aside for a second as she stuck her ass in the air, presenting her wet holes; Tray knew what she wanted after a few courtesy slaps of his cock onto her ass that jiggled with each one.

He slowly slipped his cock in between her velvety pussy lips, feeling the warm tightness engulf him. Taylor's breath left her body as she felt her pussy grip and stretch to accommodate his girth. She threw her ass back on him, taking him deeper as she hungrily looked towards Quentin, eagerly reaching for his cock again, desperate to have it in her mouth.

Quentin sat at the head of the bed as Taylor went down to take him inside her mouth again. He ran his hand through her hair, gripping it tightly.

Taylor spluttered and gagged as the man forced more of his cock down her throat, her lips wrapped tightly around his shaft, almost tearing.

GLUK GLUK GLUK

sQUISH sQUISH sQUISH

The animalistic sounds of rutting filled the room as Taylor's holes were invaded by hard cocks, her spit ran down Quentin's large balls, and her eyes watered.

Tray had begun to grip the fat on her hips tightly, jiggling her ass as he bucked into her, pounding the young pop princess's pussy.

"Damn man, her throat is too good; I need a break," said Quentin, withdrawing his cock from her throat as she gasped for air.

Jacob took his place from the sidelines, this time getting on his knees. Taylor was soon being spit roasted by the two biggest cocks she had ever seen. With each thrust, her body was invaded deeper and deeper, either her guts or her throat; spit dribbled out of her mouth as pussy juice ran down her thighs.

She knew it was impossible. Still, it felt as if somehow their two cocks would meet in the middle, fully turning her into a limp sex doll.

Tray and Jacob switched positions.. Taylor was proud in a naughty way at the thought that her throat had been too much for two of these guys to stand for long.

As Jacob entered her now sore, sopping used hole, Tray settled down in front of her, but to Taylor's dismay, her mouth would have to wait to be filled. Tray rubbed his slime-covered cock all over Taylor's face; the mixture of precum and her own pussy juice coated Taylor's skin; he placed his hands on one side of his shaft and began fucking her face.

Taylor moaned and groaned with the odd whimper as her legs began to get weak from Jacobs's assault on her pussy. His hairy big black balls slapped her sensitive clit lightly with each thrust as both men began to grunt.

Taylor was now a sticky, slimy mess as her pretty face was guided down to Tray's heavy ball sack; she slurped and sucked like a hungry animal, loving the pure lust she was feeling. She began to feel her orgasm build; weeks of stress and hard work, weeks of loneliness and travel were about to be relieved in the most satisfying way possible; the wave built until she finally let herself go.

Moving away from the ballsack for a moment, Taylor screamed as her pussy tightened and gripped the dark cock inside her.

"That's it...good girl," said Jacob.

Tray wanted to feel the world-famous singer moan around his cock; just before the peak of her orgasm, he forced his cock balls deep down her throat, feeling the vibration of the girl's moans on the base of his shaft.

Taylor's orgasm began to subside, but the two men did not slow down. Soon, they were joined by Quentin, who is now fully recovered.

"Are you ready bitch? He snarled, and threw some lube to Jacob, who, in one smooth motion, opened the bottle and poured it all over Taylor's asshole.

The scene was bow more reminiscent of something you would see in a low rent whore house than the bedroom of a famous star.

As he began rubbing her tight ring with his thumb, Taylor realized what she was in for; on the few times experimenting with much, MUCH less well-endowed boyfriends, had she not particularly enjoyed anal sex, she found it too demeaning. Still, she was too far gone in lust to think about that now.

Jacob began probing her asshole deeper as Tray continued his oral assault.

Taylor felt her asshole fight with everything it had to stop the man's finger reaching deeper and deeper, a fight that ultimately would prove futile as he replaced his finger with his cock; Taylor screamed and shook as he entered deep inside her guts.

As she was adjusting to this new feeling, she felt Quentin had now positioned himself underneath her and had slid his cock inside her wet pussy.

For what seemed like forever and yet not long enough, Taylor was fucked by all three huge cocks; her mouth ached, her ass stretched, and her pussy convulsed.

Feeling full, feeling like a sex doll, feeling like just a piece of fuck meat was just what Taylor had asked for.

The pleasure was too much for Taylor, who came over and over and over. Her screams of pleasure could have been heard from the street (if the best hotels were not soundproof)

Eventually, the guys wanted to cum.

"On my face," Taylor breathlessly commanded.

The guys all dismounted Taylor, who lay in the center of the bed; she looked up and smiled, watching the men surround her on their knees, their heavy balls bouncing as they stroked their shafts inches away from her face.

"Rub your clit" commanded one of the guys.

Taylor had already orgasmed plenty tonight, but she wasn't one to disobey a man about to jizz on her face.

Her hand moved down her body and felt the warmth and wetness of her snatch; she began to slowly rub her clit as she watched the big cocks in front of her, her cute nose crinkled as she felt another orgasm build, and her eyes fluttered as she felt the first rope of cum land on her cheek.

Another on her open mouth, then her forehead, and before long, her orgasm shook her whole body as each man unloaded onto her face.

It was not the first time Taylor had had a mans jizz on her face and it would not be the last, but usually she was quick to wipe it clean, this time though feeling the warm sliminess cover her famous face felt so comforting.

"Sometimes a girl just needs to be used" she thought.

All four lay out on the bed, Taylor's body limp, sore, and satisfied.

A smile crossed her face as she looked over to see the time; only one hour had passed since the man's arrival.

She looked at all three of the men, their cocks fully hard again.

"You requested all night, ready for round 2?"