Note- More made up fiction based on those in celebrity. Inspired by the popular 'Shoplyfter' xxx videos.
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"I am not a thief, and neither is my friend. So, there."
With an almost aristocratical aplomb, Emma Watson folded her arms, held her chin up and set her jaw in defiance.
Beside her sat Taylor Swift, whose lower lip trembled slightly as the store's loss prevention officer sat at his desk feverously writing notes.
"Well, I'm going to have to search the pair of you in order to corroborate that statement. So, strip."
The forty year old uniformed guard eased back in his seat and steepled his fingers. With a self-satisfied grin he then spread his hands and nodded at the bemused girls.
x
Earlier in the day, Taylor had awoken naked and alone in Emma's bed. She sat up and glanced at the bedside clock which read a few minutes past noon. She yawned and ran a hand through tousled hair as she guessed that she had slept for ten hours after she and the bubbly English actress had seduced her. Odd to think that since Emma had arrived in New York City the previous morning they had fucked twice. Even for the open minded American signer/songwriter, it had been a delicious experience to indulge in such wanton and outrageous behaviour. She smiled to herself and got out of the bed to saunter over to the big window that looked down on Lexington Avenue.
"You look so scrummy from behind."
The bedroom door opened and an equally butt naked Emma entered looking like the cat who stole the cream.
"Thank you," answered Taylor in a husky voice.
Towards the end of 2019, Emma had been wearying of life on various film studios lots and the never ending red carpet premieres and parties. The time had come, she declared to herself, to beat a well earned retreat. Coinciding with the global pandemic in early 2020, Emma had been ensconced in London, a familiar place where the effervescent actress and model could cultivate a spirit of where she was in life. She announced to the media that she was 'self-partnered' and had no immediate plans to marry or settle down. After a few half hearted romances, Emma was now enjoying a lifestyle of impartial, but very satisfying, sexual relations with both sexes. One of her treasured friendships was with the stylish and confidant Taylor Swift.
"You smell of flowers."
Fresh from a luxuriant bubble bath, Emma's lips descended onto Taylor's fire truck red lips as they embraced in a passionate French kiss.
The backs of Taylor's thighs met the windowsill as Emma pushed her hips to and fro energetically. Their bellies and tits met in an erotic bump and grind as Emma pressed her right leg between Taylor's and unlocked her silky thighs.
As her firm bum squashed against the white wood of the window frame, Taylor tilted her head back and welcomed the warm hand of Emma which came up and sat delightfully between the milky white ass cheeks and shaven mons of the moaning female.
"Mmm, nice."
Both panted like exhausted race horses as Taylor held onto Emma's bottom and squeezed tightly with her slender hands.
The daylight streamed through the large window and caused a halo of light to highlight Taylor's ash blonde locks.
Her long flowing hair was parted on one side, but it was her crystal blue eyes that were the first thing people noticed about her. She had decent size breasts, similar to Emma's but with perkier nipples that always seemed to be erect.
"Sleep well?"
"Mmm, hmm."
Taylor was a little taller than Emma as she pulled the attractive actress closer. Emma had equally alluring eyes, doe like with long lashes. They were bewitching to look into and Taylor felt herself being pulled into them.
The leggy blonde hissed as she was finger-fucked. Emma probed ever deeper as she started working her clit. She opened her mouth in a silent scream as she felt the other woman's fingers begin to dance against her own sensitive clit.
"Yikes!"
Inflamed by a mutual lust, they gradually moved to the bed. They fell on top of the soft mattress, Taylor pulling Emma down on top of her, crossways on the bed. Their eager tongues teased and flickered in and out of their hungry mouths.
The blonde babe ran her slender hands lightly up and down Emma's sides and lower back. The English woman felt so soft and yielding as she moaned with a pent up desire. They rolled and switched positions. Emma dry humped Taylor and began to moan loudly from the sweet caresses. Her pussy was already dripping and throbbed delightfully.
"Suck my tits, babe."
Emma dipped her head and teased the hard nipples with her teeth. Her light brown hair fanned her pretty face as she licked, nibbled, and sucked on Taylor's tits. Emma arched her back as the blonde dragged her hand into the crease of her soaked pussy.
In the more dominant position, Emma worked her way down until her face was level with Taylor's muff.
"Oh, yeah!" hummed Taylor as Emma licked the bald outer lips of her pussy.
With a surprising maturity and experience, the outwardly demure English rose lapped gently at the inside of her thighs, spreading her willowy pins out for a better view. Emma inhaled through her nostrils as she began to slide her tongue in long sweeping moves from the top of her snatch to her anus. Every sweep of her flattened tongue brought forth Taylor's thick pussy juice, which painted her lips and chin.
"So, sweet," murmured Emma as she paused for a moment.
She licked her fingers and shifted. Emma began to flick her tongue up and down on her clit, slowly sliding two fingers into her wet slit at the same time.
"Keep...doing...that."
Taylor panted heavily and lifted upward toward Emma's face, grabbing bunches of the sheet in both fists.
Her groans grew more urgent and shrill, and Emma guessed the blonde was near climax. She kept frigging and licking Taylor's aching mons until her entire body stiffened. Her pussy squirted cum inside Emma's mouth and all over her face.
Emma's fingers spread her lips and her tongue slid deliciously along the folds of Taylor's wet peach.
"My turn."
Taylor flipped the pair and her scarlet lips puckered up on Emma's clit while she slowly inserted her fingers into her wet hole. Emma quivered on her back as her pussy was pumped and pumped. Taylor focused on the vision of Emma's muff which had a small tuft of downy pubic fur that rested just above her swollen labia.
Taylor parted her lips with her fingers and lowered her tongue to lick and slide deep inside her juicy hole. Her tongue started to dart out like a snake to orally caress her hard little clit which caused Emma to purr softly.
She grabbed a handful of Taylor's long hair as her buttocks were parted and a pointed tongue gently encircled her puckered asshole.
"Oh my goodness!"
Emma lifted her legs way up as her anus was stimulated beyond expectations. Taylor drove up faster and faster, strumming Emma's clit with the palm of her hand whilst she did so.
"Fuck! I'm coming!"
Emma's legs went limp as she came and her body relaxed as she welcomed the rush of orgasmic vibrations. The blonde sprawled over her body and Taylor scissored her legs in between Emma's. Their pussies meshed up in each other in a damp compress.
"Like this."
Taylor gyrated her hips and Emma followed suit so that their cunts rubbed on each other in a lewd squelching sound. Their inner thighs became wet with perspiration, and Emma became aware of a line of sweat that made a line between her jiggling tits. They looked into each others eyes and held hands as they pussy fucked each other feverishly. They bounced on the bed madly, urging the other to orgasm. It didn't take long. Once spent, they collapsed in a mess of arms and legs and they giggled for ages.
x
That same afternoon, Emma decided to show her latest best friend around one of her favourite stores in the city. The unique and unfussy fashion boutique, Otte, is situated on Madison Avenue. They took a short taxi ride from Emma's chic apartment building at around six and both celebrities grinned when they saw the sale sign in the store window.
"85% off! Cool!"
Despite both being very well off, they each loved a bargain. They began to browse inside the brightly lit shop. Taylor eying up the rack of wide leg pants, while Emma studied a pullover short sleeved dress.
As it was approaching closing time, the place was empty of other customers. Apart from the cashier, the only person in attendance was a uniformed man who seemed to be hovering on the fringe of the main showroom.
Emma looked away for the merest of time, only to hear her friend shriek.
"Let go of me, you creep!"
Looking up, Emma saw the guard grip the arm of Taylor and hold her steady.
"What's going on?"
Emma turned as the man closed his hand around Taylor's upper arm, just above the elbow and roughly pulled her through the store.
"You'd better come along too, Miss." He said as he roughly shoved the blonde into a secluded area that appeared to be some sort of surveillance area.
All three stepped into a private room at the end of the corridor which had just a single table and two chairs. The shelves that ran along one wall strained under the weight of massive folders and dusty old clothing.
"Ladies, please be seated."
Both celebrities looked at each other and shrugged. Taylor rubbed her upper arm and glared angrily at the guard.
"Ladies, I am Officer Drake. Do you understand why you are here?"
"No, why?"
"The shop has been having a lot of issues with shoplifters lately. Ever since the end of the lockdowns, actually."
"I didn't take anything, and neither did my friend."
Emma looked from the guard, then to Taylor, and back to the officer again. He seemed in his late thirties or early forties, with unkept hair, and a two day stubble that had a little grey in it. His light blue shirt stretched tight against his biceps and accentuated the bulkiness of his chest. An former athlete maybe? Or perhaps ex-police.
"Have either of you been drinking or taking drugs?"
"Certainly not! Bloody cheek!"
Drake narrowed his eyes at Emma.
"You speak funny. Australian?"
"English, you idiot!"
"What are your names?"
"Go, fuck yourself!"
Emma was slightly shocked at Taylor's abrupt language to the guard and instinctively put her hand over her mouth.
Drake stood up sharply and wagged a finger in the famous singers face.
"Look. We have two ways of doing this. Either my way, or I turn you over to the cops. Names."
"I'm Taylor, and this is Emma. And you have no right to keep us in here."
"I have every right. Hand over your identification."
Emma fished in her purse for her passport, and Taylor for her driving license.
He snatched them from their hands and studied their faces and corresponding photographs.
"Taylor Swift? THE Taylor Swift?"
