"Hey, hey, hol' up, hol' up," Rihanna announced, calling for the room's attention with all the authority in her tall, lush frame. Her hands, glistening from her bedazzled fingernails to her diamond rings to the bangles and bracelets on her slender wrists, flapped about like birds taking flight as she marshalled herself against the buzz clearly occupying her limpid eyes. "I know... I
know...
that there's an awful lot of cocksuckers in this
room!"
She swept her gaze over the male half of her cast of characters scrutinously. "But I just wanna say... that I am the best cocksucker
heah!"
Gales of laughter swept the room, some at her antics, others at her assertion. Taylor Swift wasn't laughing. It was bad enough that the room stank of marijuana—she didn't mind people toking up, she just didn't like the rich smell—but now the conversation was turning dirty, like it always seemed to do at a party that was supposed to be small and intimate when you were young and hot, and everyone was drunk or stoned. Even her boyfriend Harlan, from the grin on his face, seemed to be enjoying Rihanna's crudity.
She sipped her gin and tonic, which she would be sticking to for the rest of the evening. And she eyed Harlan. She'd let him enjoy himself some more—but not too much—before bringing him along on her escape from what the party was turning into. Taylor knew he wouldn't mind too much. They'd fuck at home, which he always enjoyed, and she always enjoyed, and that would be that. No tabloids, no social media, nothing that would end up in a tell-all. That was the best she could hope for in a party that someone had invited both her and Katy Perry too.
Drew—the new up-and-coming action star from Australia, leapt up to his feet as Rihanna sarcastically bowed and saluted to those applauding her 'achievement.' "That's a pretty bold statement, miss. How about you prove it?"
"You're
on,
sugar!" Rihanna said after one look at him.
She passed her drink to Katy, who barely kept it from spilling, then strutted over to Drew, knelt at his feet, and yanked down his zipper. Drew winked at the others as she drew out his erection. Taylor covered her eyes, but peeked between her fingers. Then she smiled. It was a smug grin—Drew was well-endowed, but he didn't have anything on Harlan.
"What you packing here, man?" Rihanna exclaimed. "I only came over for a snack. Now I'm going to have leftovers!"
"Just eat as much as you can," Drew replied. "Maybe some of the others can have some too."
He glanced at Katy, who smiled at him. "I think Riri may develop more of an appetite," she said languidly.
Without any preamble, Rihanna started licking his well-sized cock with her pointed tongue, wiggling the tip around his foreskin, leaving Drew twitching and moaning. Then her purple lipstick opened up and she sucked the whole thing into her mouth, all at once. Drew groaned loudly and rested his hands on her shoulders to keep himself upright.
"
Whoo,
fuck yeah!" he gasped. "That's good, that's real good!"
She was sucking him loudly now, slurping and sucking that made all those watching laugh, usually in an attempt to hide their growing arousal. Taylor was neither aroused nor amused. As the sex act continued—revealed itself to be more and more serious, less and less of a joke—she sat there in paralyzed horror, unable to believe the orgy that this little party had descended into.
God, the debauchery of these people! She had always known people in Hollywood liked to get buzzed and sleep around, but she thought stuff like this was just a myth. But no, she was really watching something personal, something intimate—everyone was watching it—and none of them felt anymore embarrassment than they would in watching a basketball game! She couldn't believe it!
She started to get up from the love seat she was sharing with her boyfriend, but Harlan caught her wrist with a firmness that told her it was useless to move, he wouldn't let her go. "Don't embarrass her and don't embarrass yourself," he told her under his breath. "You wanted to come tonight, remember?"
"But, Harlan..." she whispered.
"
Shh!
You'll get more of a reputation from chickening out than you will from staying and watching!"
Taylor knew he was right. Though he was young, actually a few years younger than her, Harlan was uncrowned Hollywood royalty, the son of top people at a top talent agency, being groomed to take the reins. He had been born into this kind of environment and he knew which moves would sink Taylor's career and which would take her to the top. So she decided to sit there quietly for the few minutes it would take for Rihanna to finish this guy off—then they could slip out unnoticed. But she didn't know if she would be letting Harlan get lucky tonight. He'd sounded much too eager to stay...
She also knew that she didn't have to keep watching—she could close her eyes or stare at the floor or bury her head in Harlan's shoulder and zone out, pretending she was at any other long, boring function. Instead, she gawked at the famous Rihanna as she sucked cock like it was her favorite food in the world. The obscene noise of the blowjob went on and on, her wet tongue and ample saliva slurping and swishing all around Drew's stiff prick. And now Rihanna also squeezed and stroked his balls, making Drew absolutely frenetic.
"Goddamn, this girl is GREAT!" he cried. "Oh, oh,
gghhk!"
He jerked his hips in time to Rihanna's sucking, plunging his fully engorged member loudly into Rihanna's mouth—finally eclipsing the slurping sound of her wet suction.
"Oh, gosh," Katy chirped, batting her long eyelashes. "I hate to say it, but it'd be dishonest not to let you know I can do better than that. All I need is someone to demonstrate on." Her sparkling green eyes landed on Harlan and she gave him a look that could start a fire. "How about you, Harlan? You're a neutral party..."
Taylor grabbed his knee. "N-no..."
Now Katy fixed her with a look. "Come on, Taytay. Share. It's not like you're using him tonight, are you?"
And Katy winked at her, driving her point home. As if Taylor would actually fuck her boyfriend in public like these sluts were doing! "I would never!"
"Then it's settled," Katy cooed, slipping down from her chair and padding across the rug on all fours, her pink tongue hanging out as if she were a panting dog. "Woof, woof," she enunciated dryly as she crawled between Harlan's open legs, up to his bulging crotch, and unzipped his tight jeans.
She drew out his hard cock and Taylor was shocked but not surprised to see how stiff it was. It waved lazily before Katy, like the bitch was showing it off to both herself and Taylor.
"Just remember that good dogs don't bite," Harlan laughed.
"I don't know," Katy purred. "This is an awful nice-looking cock. I might wanna keep it!" Her little pink tongue came out and curled upward to run over Harlan's gleaming purple cockhead, lapping up the first helping of precum he served her. "
Mmmm—
tastes nice too!" she giggled.
Taylor hated her fake-ass, cutesy-poo act, being all innocent when she was really such a whore with her big tits and fat ass and now literal cocksucker lips. It was like Katy was a... a porn parody of
her.
And now Katy was blowing her boyfriend right in front of her!
Harlan gasped as the voluptuous brunette suddenly took his cockhead between her lips and quickly sucked all of his length into her mouth, something Taylor had trouble with even this far into their relationship.
"Holy shit!" Harlan cried, Katy sucking him very nosily, very fast. "Yes! Go, baby, go!" He steadied himself with his hands on Katy's shoulders, then looked in a daze over to a friend of his, who was sitting close by, watching with keenly amused interest. "Fuck, she really knows what she's doing!"
And I don't?
Taylor thought viciously, crossing her arms over her breasts.
Well, of course I don't. I'm a lady. Katy's a slut. She probably knows how to suck off a horse.
"So I've heard," Harlan's friend replied contentedly. He turned his head to Taylor. "How about you? How'd you like to show off your skill? I promise you, I won't be biased just because I don't like your music."
