Lush Life Swift Serve

Late June, 2018, Los Angeles, California.

Ever since Ana left in January, I've really only given you all what I want you to see. For example, my day with Milana Vayntrub where I experimented on her with toys to her request. But as I've explained before when my casual sex/dating pool consists of constantly busy stars, dry spells become all too common.

Busy schedules give no time for quickies, much less wild group sessions. But obviously, I don't let you all in on this side of my life because it's just boring. I work, I eat, and maybe I get a workout if I feel like it. On Friday evenings I try to see who's available and somewhat close. As good as the sex is, driving out of state or vice versa wasn't exactly the best course of action. When I sat around without Ana and with no immediate work to get to, I contemplated the meaning of existence without someone like her in it.

The usual stuff.

That was the norm until the night I haven't mentioned yet. My night with Anya and Florence was certainly one to remember. I couldn't put my finger on it, but there was just something about Anya's demeanor that I couldn't shake. I couldn't get her out of my head. The last text she shared with me intertwined with Ana's text made the whole thing seem wrong. It is very clear that Ana and I have an open relationship, but it's kept strong through honesty. Despite that fact, I did not tell her about my time in New York with Taylor Swift.

Luckily for me, Taylor was possibly the busiest celebrity in the world, so her name hadn't come across my radar since October of last year. No real worries about trust issues if she was available every once in a blue moon. While our time together was nice, I didn't expect to ever run into her again unless I was extremely lucky. That was fine with me. How many people have ever had the day that I had?

But back to my loneliness. I was sitting on my couch in the living room, drinking coffee and enjoying the early morning sunrise. Then my phone dinged with a text.

"Morning." From Anya.

I froze. As strange as it was for me to react this way to a simple text, I assumed it was because I'd been deprived for so long. As much as Ana and I tried to set up late-night Facetime, the dreaded schedule clash restricted us to random good night and good morning texts. While I greatly anticipated those texts from her, we both knew it wasn't enough.

I reached down and tapped back.

"Long time no talk." I replied.

A pause.

"I told you, I'm always available." From Anya.

"Apologies. Work has been killer."

"It's alright. Sorry to hear that. I can make it better."

I felt myself tensing up.

"How so?"

"What's your gate code?" From Anya.

I stood up and swiped around until I reached my security system. A dark black escalade was waiting outside. Tinted windows and a fresh wash.

"Yes it's me. Gate code?"

"Who told you where I live?" I typed with blinding speed.

"Hailee. Code please." Anya replied.

I sighed, incredibly annoyed with Hailee but at the same time, thanking her.

"04-30-88"

I switched to the app and saw a ghostly pale hand stick out from the car window, typing in the code quickly. The buzzer went off and the gate opened, the black escalade rolling up the hill. I tried to keep my cool, standing at attention at my front door, just waiting for her car to stop. I didn't know what I was going to say or what she was planning on doing to me.

Anya's car came to a slow stop right where Ana's posies started. The door opened and the heel of a long boot clacked against the pavement as Anya stepped out. She was dressed in a plain thin black t-shirt with a lily-white skirt that matched the color of her hair and tall, brown leather boots. Her hair was styled straight down, long and flowing, her face adorned with basic cherry red lipstick and deep black eyeliner. A no doubt expensive pair of Versace shades with an ice-white handbag and a cup of coffee completed her chic Cali-girl look.

"Tennerman. It's wonderful to see you." Anya strutted towards me, running her free hand underneath my chin. I caught a whiff of her entrancing perfume as she spoke and just like that I was hooked again.

"Likewise." I said.

Anya lifted her shades and gave me a smile that said so much more than she was letting on.

"This is a very nice house. Honestly though, you live quite far from everyone. How do you get groceries?" Anya asked, inspecting the outside.

"Why does everyone ask me that?" I huffed, leading her inside. Anya let out a small giggle.

"I guess I understand. Hailee was very... shall I say secretive about giving me your address." Anya placed her handbag on the arm of the couch and sat down, crossing her legs.

"Um... yeah? She probably should've been a little more secretive." I shrugged.

"Really? Why?" Anya's eyes widened slightly.

"I mean... this is my-"

"You don't want me here?" Anya asked, her tone combining solemnity with real confidence in the fact that I did want her there.

"Not like that. I'm just... I'm a private person, y'know?"

"You're a very good fuck, Tennerman. Being a reclusive doesn't mean you're any less of a good fuck than an extroverted, life of party, yes?"

"That doesn't mean you can just show up unannounced."

"Agreed. I'll make sure it doesn't happen again." Anya smiled again, still saying a lot with a little.

"So is that why you came here? To fuck?" I asked.

"Yes. Well yes and no. Not completely anyway. I have a question for you, Tennerman."

"Go ahead."

"Do you like Tennis?"

"No."

"I figured. Would you like to go to Wimbledon?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Dropping everything and going overseas to watch a sport I'm not a fan of doesn't sound like a good time. Especially with it being so high profile and I'm supposed to keep a low profile." I explained. Anya's nostrils flared slightly, but her face remained eerily still.

"You didn't have a problem flying to New York."

"That's New York. Not London."

"That's a shame. I guess I'll have to tell Tay we have to hang out alone." Anya sighed, her arms crossed over her chest.

"Hold on," I perked up. "You didn't say anything about her."

"I know. But it's fine."

"Wait,"

"No no. You said you wanted to keep a low profile." Anya smirked.

"I... I know, but..."

"Live a little, Tennerman. It can't be fun being cooped up in here." Anya stood up, sauntered towards me, and wrapped her arms around my neck. The flowery scent of her perfume, her minty breath, her smooth skin against mine. She was irresistible.

"Why do you think you need to hide who you are?" Anya asked, her eyes big but her voice low.

"I highly doubt E News and everyone and their mother's gossip channels would treat me nice if they found out what I got up to." I said, my hands inadvertently caressing her waist.

"Well," Anya leaned in even closer. "It's not like you're forcing anyone to do anything they don't want to. Right?" Anya breathed.

"Yes. But... I mean it'd be a little damaging if,"

Anya cut me off with a kiss.

"Come to London with me. Me and Taylor."

"Alright." I huffed. I had good reasons for not letting my many secrets get out, but with Anya wrapped around me like a snake, they all went out the window.

"Good." Anya grinned before sexily dropping to her knees and keeping her arms around me. Her hands stopped at the top of my sweats, her fingers wrapped around the waistband. She stared up at me with the eyes of a seductress who knew all of this was going to happen. She knew I was going to say yes whether or not she decided to blow me. This was just a bonus.

Anya pulled my sweats and underwear down to my ankles, freeing my cock and planting kisses along the fat, leaking head. Anya stuck out her tongue, licking up the dab of precum that drooled out with a grin across her red lips. Anya kissed and tongued all along my shaft, teasing it with her slick, skilled mouth. I remembered the elite-level blowjob I was given when I was with her last time, but this time she was going a lot slower, deliberately drawing out my moans.

Anya wrapped her lips around the base, rocking her head and neck back and forth. Her tightly sealed muzzle kept all of the spit inside of her mouth as her tongue swirled around every vein. I groaned and rested my hands on the back of the couch, watching her eyes bore into mine. A slow and steady rocking motion back with a few untamed bubbles leaking from the corners of her mouth. Her hands were wrapped tightly around my legs, squeezing my quads and creeping towards my ass.

Anya detached her lips from my cock, swallowing hard with a smile as both hands traveled to my shaft. Anya stared up at me in wonder as she stroked me to another low groan. A few dollops of spittle leaked down her chin and stained her shirt as her hands worked from throbbing base to sensitive tip.

"Goddamn..." I groaned, reaching down to brush a few errant locks of platinum blonde from her forehead. Anya kissed the tip of my cock before returning her mouth to it, this time taking me all the way into her throat with extreme ease.

"Shit!" I groaned. Anya placed her wet hands on the bulge in her throat, further emphasizing just how damn deep I was. How much she could take was still a shock to me. Such a slim woman being able to handle my size with ease was rare, especially with no gagging or choking.

I began rocking my hips, causing slobber to fall down her bottom lip. Her gorgeous red lips dragged and pulled along every veiny inch while her eyes stayed on me like a hawk made for a quick release. Anya nodded and mumbled a drool-muffled 'mhmm' of approval.

I reached down, curling my fingers into her icy blonde tresses as she used her hands to knead my swollen nuts. I groaned as my orgasm ripped through me, a fast torrent of cum barreling down her skilled throat. Anya kept still the entire time, staring into my soul as I drained myself deep into her gullet.

She pulled back with a pop and wiped away the drool that was left on her chin with her forearm. I felt like I was transported to another continent, an icy cold tundra that enveloped my entire being.

"Oh, Tennerman..." Anya rose to her feet and wrapped her hands around my head.

"We're going to have

much fun together..."

*

The one-way flight from Los Angeles to London is ten and a half hours long. The mental haze I was in made it feel like an hour at most. I was dressed like a drug dealer, baggy hoodie, black sunshades, the whole thing. I knew the paps would be wondering who I was since I was rolling through LAX like a dog on a leash, but at the moment I didn't care.

I could've been mistaken for her manager, her assistant or just a friend. But if there's one thing I've learned about tabloid journalism, it's that they refuse to assume something with good favor. I had to be her secret boyfriend or something.

When we landed, Anya hailed a cab and we were off to the hotel. I was finally able to remove my glasses, but I was still on edge. I peered out the window on high alert, hoping nobody noticed Anya and her dealer in the car.

"Relax." Anya purred, her hand resting against my inner thigh. I turned my head, looking into her eyes.

"God, you're sweating." Anya giggled softly.

"I am wearing this potato sack."

"Oh, don't worry. You'll get your chance to take it off." Anya said, staring off into space with a small smirk forming around the corner of her lips. I returned to gazing out the window, ignoring Anya's hand creeping closer towards my crotch.

As my paranoia continued to grow, we finally reached the hotel. Anya tipped the driver, we exited the cab, and she guided me through the building with haste. As we took the elevator to the top floor, Anya spoke up with her hand in mine.

"I take it you don't need to be prepped?"

"I mean I wouldn't mind."

"Of course you wouldn't. But it's a serious question. It helps with nerves or... performance issues." Anya said.

"That's not a problem."

"Wonderful." The elevator dinged and Anya dragged me out. The hotel's interior design seemed more Venetian than British. Very similar to the mock hotel in New York where I first got tangled up in all this. While I knew that Taylor Swift of all people had money, it seemed a little far-fetched to think she would be spending all of this money just to have sex.

But when Anya and I reached the room, I was proven wrong fairly quickly.

"Jason!" Taylor cried with a smile. Anya hurriedly shushed her.

"Oops, sorry. Jason..." Taylor whisper-shouted, her smile still burning.

I was still taken aback. Taylor was dressed simple just like last time. A long, silk nightgown that draped over her long, lithe body with ease. Her free-flowing, sandy blonde hair sat at her shoulders and her face was makeup-free.

"Have you been sleeping all day?" Anya scoffed, pushing past Taylor. I closed the door behind me and willed myself to look away from Taylor and take in the view. Her hotel room looked like a studio apartment. It was huge with all white furniture and baby blue painted walls. Instead of a couch being in the center of the room, a massive king-sized bed with all-white covers took its place.

"What? I gotta get all dolled up?" Taylor shrugged, plopping herself down on the bed.

"Whatever. Alright," Anya pulled her phone from her pocket after placing her suitcase on the floor.

"We've got all night, but I've got some work to do. Try your best to keep the noise down so my agent doesn't hear." Anya said as she grabbed her laptop from the front zipper of her case.

"All night?" I asked.

"Yes. I'll be back in a bit." Anya then walked off without a word. I turned around and before I could really register what Anya meant, Taylor pounced. Her hand was on the back of my head as she spread her deliciously long and creamy white legs out as wide as possible, sending the bottom of her nightgown up and exposing her juicy pussy.

I was hit with a face full of Taylor's pussy, my tongue, and nose buried deep in it. Taylor let out a sigh of relief as I moved past the surprise of the moment and began to eat her out. I savored her creaminess as I glided my tongue through her slick folds.

"Yessss... eat me... ooohhh I missed you..." Taylor hissed, her infinite mass of thigh meat wrapping around my head. While I was disappointed that I couldn't hear her moans, the leg trap she had me in forced me to go deeper inside of her. Taylor gushed like a fountain, flooding my mouth and lips as the squeeze got even tighter.

I managed to sneak a hand between the leggy prison Taylor had me in, guiding my middle finger towards her precious little butthole, teasing it by rolling the tip of my finger over the puckered skin.

"AHHHH!" Taylor roared so loudly that I could hear it through her thighs. While I took Anya's request for silence into consideration, Taylor clearly didn't. Not like it mattered, hearing her scream was so much different than other girls. Taylor's voice in the throws of passion was like a soprano holding a high note. A cute, but unsteady high-pitched squeal.

Taylor unwrapped her legs from my head, slowly crawling around from me as her dripping pussy juices leaked down to her bum. Her face was red and her entire body was shaking, but I wanted more and I could tell she did too. Taylor's face curled into a small smirk as I moved in on her, sticking out my tongue and rimming her asshole.

"Haaah shit!" Taylor squealed again, this time lifting her legs straight up into the air. Goddamn, what a view. That tower of legs pulled me upwards like my neck was on a chain. I wanted to see them quake and collapse like my tongue was a magnitude earthquake. I started my tongue at the end of her asshole and licked all the way up until I reached her clit, ploddingly dragging my tastebuds over her sensitive spots.

Taylor held back her squeal, reaching up to hold her now quivering legs up high. I knew the game she was playing, but I was determined to win. I kept licking all the way, staying down and lingering up. Taylor's ass and pussy was already a soaking wet, frictionless mess of arousal, but I wasn't planning to stop.

Taylor hissed, losing strength in her arms as her left leg began to droop. I didn't stop, continuing to lick and push into her snatch and rectum. A thick, gooey layer of wetness had built up on my tongue and her little brown bum, looking more like whipped cream than fluids.

I gave her one more long lick before pulling back, spitting into her asshole, and wrapping my lips around it. I felt Taylor's legs smack the back of my head as she let out a shocked gasp. The weight forced my head to go lower, but my tongue sank into her even deeper. Her snug anal grip on my wet tongue had me over the moon, but it was doing a lot more on her.

"Ohhhhmygaaahh... hooolly... UGH!" Taylor said, her voice drained as she ground her lower body into my face. Then after a few more seconds of whining and moaning, her legs left the back of my head. I felt her hand on my scalp, beckoning me to pull away. I reluctantly did as I was told, greedily licking my lips to savor Taylor's flavor.

Taylor stared at me with wide, deep eyes and shaky lips. I stared back down at her, hungry for that long, supple body of hers sweating through her nightgown. Everything about her was borderline perfect. Her erect nipples almost pierced the fabric of her nightgown, desperate gasps for air, and her long angelic hair outstretched over her moist face.

"Let me suck your cock..." Taylor purred. I throbbed in my pants at her demand, quickly removing my sweats and underwear. My throbbing dick flopped around as I stripped in front of Taylor, her face curled into an excited smile. The moment I was fully nude, Taylor crawled towards me, placing her hands on me and guiding me to my side on the bed.

I propped myself up with one elbow as Taylor madly kissed and licked down my body, her hands still roaming around my sides. When she reached my girth, she cupped it and admired it with her eyes and lips, making love to it with gentle, appreciative kisses.

I groaned and placed a hand on the top of her head, the straps of her nightgown sliding down her slim shoulders and teasing her cleavage. Taylor giggled slightly as she widened her mouth and wrapped her lips around my trunk, tightening her tongue around the underside and bobbing her head slowly.

"That's it..." I groaned, warmly patting the top of her head as she stretched her lips around my dick.

"Glrk... glrk... slurp... Glrk..." Taylor sucked me with agonizingly slow dips and passes of her lips, blowing spit over the veins to relieve the friction of the lewd skin on skin. When she finally got into a good rhythm, her hands wrapped around my base and she started to really get sloppy.

Strong yet soft slurps filled the room, with most of her spittle leaking down my inner thighs or staining her nightgown. Cool air hit my lathered veins as Taylor heaved her head, a pool of slime building up in her mouth. She then removed her messy hands from my base and firmly placed them on my hips.

Taylor pulled her messy mouth off me with a pop, smiling at the dripping wet mess she turned my rock-hard shaft into. She lazily licked at the drooling head a few times with her face contorted into a confident seductress. I kept myself still, trying my hardest to make this last as long as possible.

Taylor opened her mouth wide and forced herself all the way down the length of my shaft. My thickness filled her throat with ease as she kept her smiling eyes on me, clearly proud of her deepthroating expertise. It sent my brain into a tailspin on an icy road as her snug throat massaged my cock, my heavy, swollen nuts pancaked against her spittle-soaked chin.

Taylor face fucked herself repeatedly, loud, sloppy, and obnoxious claps filling the room and overpowering my groans. I reached down and wrapped her soft hair up in my hand before I began to thrust forward.