Note: co-authored by Kitty, who penetrated my brain so deeply she "virtually" cuckolded me into writing her story.
It figures that her name is Taylor. Are all Taylor's hot?
This one is. Sizzling. And she knows it and flaunts it. She has long, clean, straight blonde hair. A beautiful face with a little ridge on her adorable nose. A fit, firm figure with perfect 36C breasts and her butt is perfection.
Taylor's boyfriend Marcus is hot, too. A handsome 6-3 athletic dark-skinned and fit male.
Both could easily get laid whenever they wanted. But they mainly sleep with each other. However, sometimes they go looking for vulnerable married couples to 'fuck' with.
Dipika is pretty: dark, almost black hair, olive skin, a perfectly round ass and proportional breasts. She is exotic looking and knows how to enhance her appeal with burgundy lipstick and dark eye shadow.
But so far in life, her wonderful physical appearance is most often hidden. Tonight for example, Dipika was conservatively dressed in a long evening gown that covered almost every inch of her skin from neck down. But even in this conservative attire her nice figure clearly emerged and her shapely ass announced its presence.
Raghav is Dipika's husband. They are from India and the product of an arranged marriage. He is 5-8 and average looking. Their marriage to date has been monogamous, but that is about to change. The two minute missionary fuck with his small penis is no longer going to be the only way this married couple has sex.
At Raghav's staff party--where everyone is drinking heavily--Dipika notices the gorgeous, young blond--Taylor--who interns at the company where her boyfriend Marcus is an executive.
Taylor was in a very short cocktail dress and no bra as it was backless.
Many others notice her too. Mostly the men, who are distracted by her appeal, but some women can't take their eyes off her, also. This reinforces the concept that all Taylors are hot.
Taylor is clearly aware of her manipulating influence and exerts it regularly. This staff party, where everyone is drinking, is the perfect example.
Taylor likes to flirt with and control women who are attracted to her. Tonight's victim is Dipika. After some small talk, the two inebriated women were trying to show off their tongue skills to each other by tying cherry stems into a knot in their mouth.
Taylor challenged Dipika to a best of three competition.
D: What do I get if I win?
T: Oh, that'll be fun to decide!
D: What happens if I lose?
T: I don't know, we'll see. That might even be more fun!
Taylor won the first two cherry stem knot ties easily. She'd been holding back how her excellent tongue skills really were.
T: I have an idea. Why don't you let me demonstrate to you how this is actually done.
Taylor proceeded to pick another cherry out of the pile. She plucked the red orb off the stem with her teeth in a very sexually suggestive way. Then after chewing it and swallowing, she opened her mouth to prove it was empty, again, sexually implying that swallowing is sexual.
Dipika was stunned by what happened next. After Taylor placed the cherry stem in her own mouth, she approached Dipika and French kissed her, pushing the stem into Dipika's mouth.
Dipika offered no resistance; Taylor, somehow knew she wouldn't. The gorgeous, hot blonde circulated her tongue all over the inside of Dipika's mouth. It was difficult for Dipika to pretend like she didn't want to kiss her back. There was no mistaking who was in charge of this little french kissing escapade. Taylor was dictating all of it. Dipika was thankful the two were off to the side and unlikely to be seen.
After several minute passed, Dipika slightly backed away.
D: We probably shouldn't be kissing each other.
T: Who is kissing? I'm teaching you how to tie off a cherry stem. Besides, I didn't think you were kissing me back.
Taylor was teasing Dipika. She knew she had her right where she wanted her. And, with Taylor's friend Brittney secretly recording their make out session, she'd have leverage to get what she wanted next. Then to ensure that the evening's trap was set the way Taylor envisioned it, one more kiss would find Dipika completely ensnared.
T: I need to pee, I'll be right back. Do you want another drink?
D: Sure.
T: Don't go anywhere.
Taylor didn't need to pee. The excuse was just to buy time. She found Marcus right away and brought him up to speed. Taylor told Marcus to bring Dipika her drink and that he should try to get Dipika to kiss HIM, too. Taylor was sure the trap would be set.
Marcus loved these challenges and knew what could become of them.
M: Hi, I'm Marcus. Taylor asked me to bring you this drink.
D: I'm Dipika. My husband works here.
Right as Dipika took a sip, Marcus's next comment had her choking and trouble swallowing.
M: Taylor peed in her panties. She's running home real quick for a wardrobe adjustment.
D: Oh, I see.
M: She was telling me how you two are really hitting it off. You want to come over after the party?
D: My husband will be too tired.
M: I wasn't inviting Raghav; I was just inviting you.
Dipika's heart was pounding in her chest. Was Marcus coming on to her? He was standing so close. He was so good looking. She couldn't help but notice the outline of his large penis in his tight jeans. Does he have a hardon? He caught her looking at his crotch.
M: Look, I know you kissed her. It's okay. She told me.
Dipika thought she should walk away, but her legs wouldn't move and her gut told her to stay. The tension in her stomach told her to wait and see what Marcus would say or do next. Her mind attempted loyalty and common sense.
D: I really should go.
M: Awesome! This'll be fun.
D: Oh no, I meant I should go back to my husband.
M: Oh. Ah, I see. A rain check, maybe?
