Hollywoods Kittens Gone Astray Ch 02

After leaving my childhood home forcefully, and making a pitstop across the street to turn Amanda into my personal cocksucker, and her husband into my my dog Rover... I decided it was time to leave this shitstand of a town and head to none other than Hollywood. I just had to see if famous celebrities were just as easily influenced as normal folk were.

I convinced the pretty little stewardess to sneak me on board the airplane and hide me until we got to California. She gladly did, while letting me feel up her boobs, giving me her panties for a keepsake, letting me record her sweet mouth sucking hungrily on my snausage from my smart phone, and then sending her soon to be x boyfriend the video of her conquering her fear of getting into the mile high club, with or without him, by about mid trip. I let her go serve the passengers...messed up hair, smeared lipstick, and a definite I've just been fucked really hard grin plastered to her face and within the hour she was back in the cargo hold sucking my ballsack, begging to be fucked again, and just being my all around high altitude whore. We landed and she gave me her number and said anytime, anyplace, anything you need, just call me. I opened her mouth for her slightly and folded up her number on the piece of paper and told her to chew it up and swallow it whole like the load I dropped down her esophagus earlier. Her face fell from a bright ray of sunshine, into a black hole of sadness and loss. I told her it was only dick anyway...she should maybe reconcile with her fiancee and left her ass with that thought.....and pantiless.

I stepped off the plane and into the land of suntan oil, movie stars, and endless fantasies about whom to turn out first. It wasn't very hard to get into the Taylor Swift concert, after all. Not after security found out I was her cousin(wink wink) and doing a surprise visit, and so they escorted me into her personal dressing room. As the door closed, I picked up the scent of all her hair and makeup and stage products and it almost made me gag. Jeez the lengths stars go through to entertain their fans. If the poor sweet star only knew how hard she was going to have to work to please her number one fan and cousin(lmao)!

I listened to the sounds of her vocal chords belting out her famous teen angst problems, dating disasters, and her miserable take on the good boys vs the bad boy choices she usually made while picking a mate for the month. I imagined Taylor using those vocal cords to scream through an orgasm riding my dick like a midnight ponyexpress cowgirl type. I must have dozed off in her chair for awhile dreaming about things because when she entered her dressing room and stopped short we both noticed my cock trying to break free of its denim prison.

She was dazzling, sparkling, glittery, and all smiles.

"How did you make it into my personal dressing room on some fake ass cousin story," Taylor asked point blank.

"And who are you? And how can I help you, to hurry you along with whatever it is you wanted from me?" she also asked.

I came to reality with a crashing thunder of blood rushing through my ears, my head, and my already hardened like morning wood member standing at attention.

"And what, praytell, are you going to do with that weapon sticking out the front of your drawers and pushing the fabric so tight I'm thinking it was wedging your jeans into your buttcheeks? Like a self wedgie. Well Mister don't have a lot to say....are you going to unzip the back of my costume so I can start to get out of my stage dress?" Taylor asked the fourth unanswered question of me.

I couldn't believe I hadn't said anything to Taylor yet and just stood mesmerized by an angel....you would have thought she was shoving her dick down my throat as quiet as I was...and man was I gonna be upset if she had a dick!

I fumbled with the zipper on her back and she shedded one complete layer of clothes onto the floor, kicked off her shoes, and walked over to her phone to check for messages.

She let out a disgusted ugh sound and said to herself, quit texting me dickhead, before I write a song about how sad and pathetic a couple we would have made, followed by a hi sis, don't love you, can't stand you, and made a puking motion on the last person to text her, exclaiming that she had broken up with her cheating boyfriend, because she wasn't ready to give it up to him.

"Go screw Lindsay Lohan then champ....so I can name y'all the tramp and the champ!" she giggled hardily at her her own joke.

"Why in the damn hell would your boyfriend cheat on you? Your so gorgeous, I mean how could he get better?" I finally piped in with a comment.

"Cuz I don't give up my pussy to just any boyfriend," Ms. Swift replied.

"seeing as how your songs aren't about your divorcing people, may I assume you haven't given it up ever?" I inquired politely.

"No Peter for me until marriage," she replied with a wicked smile.

I just let out a long sigh.

"Why the long face!!?? Were you hoping to marry me and pull down my panties and use that baseball bat in front of your pants to satisfy me for life, til death do us part??" Taylor asked.

"Yes something like that. Except we are skipping the I do and the til death do us part of your pretty little equation you have in your head," I said.

"Now if your very tightly wrapped around your beliefs, Taylor, you aren't going to want to jump off a bridge if you accidentally had a little pre-marital sex are you?" I asked with my own broadening smile.

"Exactly what are you talking about and who the F are you walking in here talking to me like that?" Was her retort.

Her eyes narrowed to slits, taking one last look at my my two man pup tent before looking me directly in the eye.

"I'm Chris, my pretty lady, and I'm going to give you some instructions now that your going to follow to the letter. So, as to make my day a happier one! Understood Blondie locks?" I wanted to know.

She reached her long arm all the way back to slap me I assume.

"Ms. Swift, freeze! Your every thought, action, movement, and word...just freeze!" I commanded.

Her hand had started making a forward motion to reign down violence and fury, Pulp Fiction style, and she suddenly stopped. Only the fan was blowing her long wavy hair across her very angry visage.

"Stop, relax, have a seat in your chair and just listen. As I have suggested, so shall you obey," I stated matter of factly.

"I bet your not used to having anyone tell you what to do are you miss singer girl? Nobody tells the mighty goddess Taylor what's up without a quick lightning bolt thrown from her heavens above." I guessed.

"First of all, you will repeat after me, and then do as you've repeated everyday that your around me or in my life, forever more," I said, barely whispering now.

"I, Taylor, will never raise a hand or weapon or try to hurt my good cousin Chris again ever," I asked her to repeat.

Her eyes fell down to the floor looking for reason or willpower to break away from her mad spiraling descent into my world.

"Look up baby, into my eyes, and you will do exactly and whatever it is I tell you to do. With the best of your ability, without inhibitions, and using all of your womanly sexual prowess to please me, your Master, in whatever manner I desire," I said.

Taylor repeated it verbatim....her hands were shaking badly and her tears were coming down freely.

"I won't ever tell a single soul of my escapades with my hhmm, little slut, I believe is a good term. And I also won't sully your name or stardom with lewd acts of copulation popping up on the internet like wildfire," I told her reassuringly.

She choked while saying Master and I made her repeat it five times. She was aware of her every surrounding. Yet helpless to do anything about it.

"Taylor Swift, for the next few days, I literally and completely own you and you will be my hot little bitch in heat? Understood?" I asked of my captive.

I will be your bitch in heat she stuttered and I could see all the fight leave her body for good and for ever.

"Stand up my sweet, and slowly finish getting your body nekkid and then come stand before me," I said to Taylor.

She slowly and sensually slid every last garment off and took four steps that were between us so as to present herself as I had told her to do.

"Spread your legs apart until they are past your shoulder blades, clasp your hands together behind your head, chest out, back straight, and look down at my feet while I see what door prize I've won," I authoritatively told Taylor.

Ms. Swift quickly obliged. She had turned her pale body into a shade of red colored embarrassment. She was defeated, she knew it, and I knew it.

Her perky little tits were standing at attention much as my cock was earlier.

I pinched, caressed, and then kissed each of her nipples tenderly. Almost lovingly. With fan like adoration did I worship this statue of Venus in front of me, but couldn't ever let her be aware of it, lest she use it to her advantage to outsmart me. Damn you God for giving me only enough blood to run one head at a time I thought to myself.

"Taylor,drop to your knees baby and open that beautiful mouth of yours, stick out your tongue and hold it there until further notic," was my next command to her.

As she was obeying her last instruction, I took a moment to free my monster from its cage. Her eyes went wide with horror and fascination. But yet she stayed still, just as instructed.

"Taylor, have you ever played with any dicks before?" I asked.

She shook her head yes.

"But only as a tease to your boyfriend at the time huh?" I wondered.

And again she nodded yes.

"Have your little boyfriends ever whipped something like this out for you to play with?" I inquired.

"No," was her simple answer.

And my hand darted out so fast and slapped her cheek and said "No, what Taylor?"

"No....M...Master...." She stuttered, stunned.

I could smell the sweet juices of her pussy rising through the air like a wall of a human orgy building block contest.

"How does looking at my cock make you feel, Taylor?" I asked again.

"Naughty, horny, curious, disgusted, and it makes me feel. like, I want to please you and be a good little slut for you!" She said in a sultry voice.

"Holy shit!" she whispered aloud, "Did I just say that?"

"Yes you did," I reassured her, "Say it again, just the last part."

By the fourth time repeating it, her voice could no longer be made out intelligently. Mainly, because I had shoved my cock far enough into her mouth and now came the rest of the meatstick.

She licked, sucked, swirled her tongue, and bobbed her head in a manner of lust that I had yet to see in a woman. She was gobbling my dick like a thanksgiving Turkey. It seemed as if I had unblocked the side of Taylor that was the not so sweet, innocent girl being pile driven to the mat with a ten inch stake that was piercing her head and face like a crazy lust driven whore.

I was loving it more than life itself. And it seemed as if she was OK with it to.

I stopped her for a moment so I didn't blow my load.

"And with this ring, I thee Wed, one awesome chick with the most beautiful mouth I've ever seen. Now please place the cock ring at the base of your masters cock," i said with renewed confidence.

She worked it gently down to the base and then looked up.

"You may now kiss the groom," I said.

And as she opened her mouth up again I grabbed the back of her head and told her to hold her breath and practice this technique awhile. It was the ancient art of deepthroating, and with every thrust I watched her throat puff out from having cock lodged into it way to deep.

We kept up practice until she could easily touch her nose to my belly. I played one dick, two dick, red lip,blue lip. That was my version of making her hold her breath as long as she could until right before she was gonna black out.

After an hour of her on her knees letting me basically rape her mouth and sweet throat, I rolled the cock ring back off the base and told her to prepare for the last coming.

"Have you ever tasted cum before?" I asked.

"Not yet," was her awesome reply.

"Good answer my pretty little slut," I said.

She drew back as if I had slapped her face again. Oh that's right, princess Taylor is used to be being treated like the world bowed down at the point of her finger. Now it was just the opposite. She was bent under my thumb, squirming like a fish on a hook, and then all of a sudden it erupted!

It went everywhere. I sprayed her face, eyes ,hair, mouth, tongue, neck, and shoulders. Cum started dripping off her nose, her tits, and her hair.

She swallowed what had landed in her mouth. I let her sit there a moment longer, snapping a picture on my phone.

"Start by taking your finger and wiping your body clean. Then lick it clean with your tongue," I told Taylor.

With every fingerful of gooey goodness she actually starting smiling a little more. The last two scoops I made her keep it in her mouth, swish it around, gargle it, and then before swallowing it I used my finger to paint over her lip gloss with man juices.

"Now, let it dry," I commanded, "And then meet me on your tour bus. I have a surprise for your little ass hole that your not going to enjoy much, but its a necessary evil so that you don't get injured later, when i take your cherry ass and pop its virginity!"

"Yes, master," was Ms. Swifts only reply.