One Last Try (Celebrity Story)

The music career of Meghan Trainor has been defined by rather desperate attempts to stay relevant. Whilst her initial song ‘All About That Bass’ was a success and took the world by storm, the following tracks were entirely pathetic attempt to cash in on a fanbase that just didn’t really care. And so, the world quickly forgot about the rather busty popstar and moved on. However, that wasn’t enough for the starlet and she wanted more. And well… In the age of shock-marketing, she went above and beyond the call of duty in a vain attempt to remain a marketable and popular name. Mimicking the mindset of Miley Cyrus, but with far less dignity -if that’s possible- she… well, she did this and posted the video as promotional material.

            “We’re ready for you Ms Trainor,” the attendant called, knocking on her dressing room door and waiting patiently for the young girl to open. Opening the door, she walked straight past the attendant, wearing nothing but a short tartan skirt and matching tie, her breasts bouncing free. Rolling her eyes, the attendant followed after the star, watching as her skirt bounced up and down, flashing her short looks at her panty-clad arse.

            Walking onto the set, Meghan took her place in front of the camera, dolling herself up and smiling with a salaciously fake smirk. With the go ahead behind the camera, she squeezed her exposed breasts together and winked before launching into her pre-written spiel, “Hello boys and girls. With everyone thinking that I’m retiring, I’m here to say I’m bigger than ever.”

            And with that she softly squeezed her tits, pushing them together as the camera panned down, homing in on her crotch. Her fingers grabbed the fringes of her skirt and slowly lifted the garment up, flashing her crotch to the camera, her newfound tool hidden behind her thin panties. The bulge was massive and straining to be released, her newly purchased cock craving some pleasure. Her fingers peeled her underwear aside, her cock bouncing free. She had gone overboard with her attempt to cash in a few more cheques and replaced her tight little pussy, with a thick and throbbing cock. The camera panned out to show her grinning wildly, her hand wrapping around the base of her cock and slowly stroking herself off as she dropped the skirt and panties, standing there in the nude. Some would have thought being naked on camera was enough, but not her. She was desperate.

            “That’s right, Meghan’s got a new toy to play with. And, a new song called ‘bitch’. Enjoy the video,” she smirked winking at the camera and blowing a kiss. There was a definite feeling on set that everyone was watching as someone went completely and utterly insane, but she was paying for it all and thus everybody watched as the camera followed the busty, curvaceous blonde to the left where she had her first music video ‘shot’.

            There was a girl on all fours, equally naked and presenting her plump and well-rounded rear end, ogling the camera with a salacious grin. She had her hair cut short and died bleach blonde to mimic a certain well-known popstar. That combined with her fat and squashy arse, tight hips and big bouncy breasts gave the girl a distinct Katy Perry look. Sliding down onto her knees behind the fake Katy, Meghan slapped her cock in between the girl’s cheeks gently grinding her cock back and forth while staring at the camera, groaning and moaning. The Katy Perry lookalike returned the favour, moaning like a street whore whilst Meghan humped at her arse. Lifting her hands, Meghan roughly spanked Katy’s ass, the puffy flesh jiggling back and forth as Katy moaned loudly.

            The camera tightened in on them both as Meghan slipped her cock into Katy’s pussy, the girl moaning and nodding in over enthusiastic approval. Sliding entirely inside her, Meghan grabbed her shoulders and began to hammer back and forth, pounding roughly into the young actresses pussy and taking her completely by surprise. The room was filled with the sharp wet sounds of flesh slapping against flesh as Meghan pounded to her hearts content. Having had the surgery a couple weeks ago, she had been reluctant to pleasure herself, wanting to entirely let loose and by god was she happy that she did. Sliding her cock in and out of the young Katy’s tight and clutching cunt was one the most sumptuous and silky sensations she had ever experience. Wrapping her hand through the girl’s hair, she tugged her head sharply backwards, starting to spank her again and again as her face began to grow red. Her cheeks stung and burned as she began to sweat a little. The actress had been briefed on the scene but didn’t expect the feverous pounding that she was receiving.

Finally, Meghan pulled out and forced Katy onto her knees, the camera focussing in on her. Grabbing a sharpie, the shemale scrawled the word ‘slut’ across her forehead and slapped her sharply across the cheek before waiting for the girl to read her line, “I’m Miss Trainor’s bitch…”

Not stopping with the shoot, the girl was practically dragged away as the next two ‘victims’ were brought on stage. Two rather lithe and thin girls with pert, toned bodies. One had her blonde hair running down her back with nice red lipstick on. By design, she looked almost exactly as Taylor Swift did, another of Trainor’s competitors. The other was trademark Miley, with her hair in that swept back look with the tattered remains of her skimpy little outfit, tactfully cut and torn by the costume designers. Meghan walked over and spanked both their arses as the slid down onto their knees as per instructed. Taking her place between the two, she turned her cock towards Miley and her plump, fleshy fat bum towards Taylor, the two girls expected to do as they were paid.

The fake Miley was first, eagerly getting into character and wrapping her lips around Meghan’s cock, swallowing half of the rather sizable length without breaking a sweat, or letting her eyes leave the camera. Her tongue pushed further down, licking and lapping at her cock like a lollipop, swirling back and forth with immense skill and dexterity. Finally, she plunged her lips further down, taking her entire cock into her mouth, gagging and spluttering around the length, moaning and groaning loudly, even though they were muffled. She dribbled saliva down her cock, the spittle rolling down her chin as Meghan’s balls rested there. The shemale wrapped her hands around the fake Miley’s hair, guiding the girl back and forth as she slobbered hungrily on her cock.

The actress playing Taylor was far more reserved as she grabbed a hold of Meghan’s plump, fleshy bum, peeling her two cheeks apart to reveal her tight, puckered bum. Leaning forwards, Taylor gently ran her tongue across the hole, darting back and forth across her rosebud and leaving it coated in saliva. She occasionally glanced at the camera but focussed primarily on the ass in front of her, using her thumbs to spread her wide enough to lodge her tongue inside her. Pushing forwards, she wriggled her tongue deep inside the shemale’s ass, sliding her slippery muscle back and forth, doing her best to spread her wider and wider. Sliding a finger up to her hole, the fake Taylor plunged the digit deep inside, bringing a deep guttural moan from Meghan as she tightened her grip on Miley’s hair and slowly drew her cock backwards.

Holding Miley’s head, she began to slide her cock back and forth, thrusting in and out of her slick throat, the soft and eager slurps of the young girl filling the room as Meghan hammered back and forth. Her balls began to slap against her chin as her face became a slick and streaky mess of saliva. Her lipstick smeared, and her chin and cheeks became glossy with spittle. The fake Taylor had the wrap her arms around Meghan’s hips to keep her tongue lodged inside her ass. She felt the woman’s plump cheeks clapping against her face as she tried her best to lick and attend her bum. In the end, she ended up with a saliva streaking across her cheeks and her red lipstick smudging, all adding the sex-worn look that Meghan was after.

Plucking her cock from Miley’s mouth, Meghan turned her cock towards the camera, the shaft glossy and shimmering. Miley and Taylor, with their streaked faces and saliva coated cheeks, looked down the camera and in unison said, “We’re Ms Trainor’s Bitches.”

Finally, the camera panned to the last candidate who had been getting ‘prepared’ whilst Meghan tended to Taylor and Miley. It was a man, heavily tattooed and bent over a table, with his hands tied behind his back. It was clear who he was meant to look like, everyone’s favourite self-indulgent rebel; Justin Bieber. Spitting on the man’s asshole, Meghan didn’t waste anytime in sliding deep into his arse, hammering home and groaning happily as the tight little hole sandwiched her sumptuous cock. She never expected to take so well to having a cock, but here she was. Slowly, she began to draw her hips back and forth. Justin grunted painfully with each slap, his cock getting pummelled by her balls as she pounded again and again, massaging his back.

She was handed the sharpie again and she began to draw on his lower back the words, ‘Meghan’s Personal Fuck-Hole’. Winking at the camera, she continued her thrusting, her orgasm building in her stomach, her first ever cumshot, built up over weeks of abstinence. She could feel her balls beginning to clench and she knew exactly what she wanted to do with it. Pulling her cock out of her the boy’s ass, she strode around to his face and ran her cock across his lips. Furiously jerking herself off, she moaned loudly as she sprayed several strands of cum across his face and lips, painting him with her copious amounts of seed. It kept coming and coming, until his face was dripping and covered in cum. Running her cock along his lips one last time, she grabbed his hair and pointed his face towards the camera, forcing him to say through cum covered lips, “I’m Ms Trainor’s bitch…”

“That’s a wrap. Fucking hell. If that doesn’t get me a fucking Grammy, I’m quitting,” Meghan groaned as she strode of set and marched towards her dressing her cock and arse bouncing as she murmured to herself, “Now I’ve just got to write the fucking song…”