Taylor's House Of Pleasures (Celebrity Story)

“So, what exactly is my job?” I asked tentatively as we rounded up and into the large Hollywood Estate, the car grinding to a halt as I eyed up the empty windows. The man driving didn’t offer anything in response, only bundling me out of the back of the limo and up to the front door step, upon which he sped swiftly away, leaving me standing there aimlessly. Knocking on the door, I heard a conversation cut off sharply before a suited man with a clipboard answered the door, happily gesturing for me to follow.

            “Good, good… You’re here. Perfect. We’ve already started, but we haven’t gotten around to filming your stuff, so don’t worry,” the man said, ducking In and out of our conversation to mutter things into his headset. We sped swiftly through the house, clambering up a short flight of stairs and past a myriad of empty boxes and crates, some having filming equipment inside whilst others had a couple strewn bras and panties, “Right. Get dressed. Your costume Is in there. Dinner and sleeping arrangements will be obvious when you’re in there. Contract says you are here for… two weeks. Brave. When you’re ready, I’ll introduce you.”

            And with that, I was pushed into a small changing room. I had signed the contract purely because of the name of the employer. Taylor Swift. You could hardly ignore such an offer. Though, in retrospect, I was slowly beginning to regret not reading the small-print. It was some acting job, nothing to worry about. Still, when I found my designated outfit, I was hardly comforted. It was a basketball uniform, identical to the one that Katy Perry wore in her song ‘Swish, Swish’. Though as I stripped down and pulled the tank top on, I found it immeasurably tighter than I expected, with the fabric hugging my curves and intimately outlining my tits. Not to mention my nipples were proudly prodding through the fabric. And the shorts slipped up between my arse uncomfortably, hugging my body tightly. Looking in the mirror, I saw the resemblance that they were obviously looking for, with my short-cropped hair giving me a distinct ‘Perry’ look. I couldn’t help but panic, thinking that I was going to be embroiled in some form of Meghan Trainoresque shemale sex romp.

            “Perfect. Come with me, the suited man said, guiding me down the corridor and towards a large set off doors. Pushing through, I was shown exactly what I was being a part of for the next two weeks. The room was full of naked women, all grinding and rubbing up against each other, their bodies growing sweaty and slick as they played openly with one another. Fountains of rich red and white wine were set at one end, with the sultry and stunning women sipping happily from goblets before lunging at one another and slipping their fingers deep inside each other. The orgy sprawled across the entire room, with a few camera’s catching the girls as they licked and played with each other. An entire wall had been dedicated to sex toys, with dildos, butt-plugs, strap-ons, vibrators, whips, chains, hooks, chastity belts and a myriad of others plastic contraptions hanging in place; although there were a lot that had been taken down and put to use, with slick dildos cast haphazardly across the floor.

            “Good! She’s finally here. Come on, you’ve got work to do,” a voice called as I looked on, astounded. I felt a hand grab mine and pull me towards the left and down a set of stairs. Still baffled, I barely had time to register who was leading me away and as I looked forwards at the naked women, clad in thin chains and small portions of silk, her pert and perfectly formed arse framed and waddling nicely; all of this, with rich blonde hair flowing down her back. As we rounded the bottom of the stairs – women were still playing and fucking one another wherever we turned – we were finally led into another room. It was a home theatre with an ornate stage set at the front. There were several women in the seats of the theatre, casually fingering one another as they gazed up at the stage, in front of which sat a single camera. The woman guiding me, pointed to the stage, smiling softly as she did so, “On the stage with the rest of them.”

            It was only now that I recognised her, my hazy and confused head finally clocking in. It was Taylor Swift, mostly naked. Her soft round breasts were perfectly on display, her nipples rock hard, with one of them coated in saliva from a past encounter. Her pussy was slightly slick, a subtle glistening beginning to build around her folds as she stood there expectantly. A little confused, I did as I was told, clambering up onto the stage and making careful effort to not rip the tight little shorts that I was wearing.

            On the stage were five other people and I could immediately recognise the theme. It was some vitriolic attempt to swing once more at Katy, as every single person on the stage bore a striking resemblance, both in what they were wearing and their facial features, to Katy Perry. The first in line had the famous whipped-cream bra, bedazzled shorts and sickly blue hair. The next was dressed like Katy from ‘Roar’, her adventuring outfit a little more torn than in the music video, with flashes of her slick folds winking out from between her legs. The ‘ugly’ girl from ‘Last Friday Night’ was next, her outfit again, tactfully smaller and more demeaning. And she was far from ugly. Dark Horse Katy was next, in her Egyptian outfit, her skirt so short that it didn’t cover anything, and the slightest movement rendered it a simple belt. The last girl was completely and utterly naked but had the bleach blonde dread-locks from ‘Bon Appetit’. She was stunning, with her body shimmering with oil.

            Suddenly, I saw Taylor walking up onto the stage to join us. Unable to react quickly enough, I felt as she clasped a leather dog collar around my neck, the lead in her hand. She walked across to the other Katy’s and grabbed their collars which had already been fastened before my arrival, “On your knees bitches! Sluts like you don’t deserve to stand.”

            The other five girls responded immediately, sliding down onto their knees dutifully, whilst I stood there dumbfounded. I was quickly taught my lesson as Taylor’s hand lifted itself and sharply spanked my arse, my flesh stinging and burning in response. She didn’t have to say anything else as I slid down onto my knees as Taylor took centre stage.

            “So, Katy. You don’t seem to be learning to quit it. Perhaps this will make you reconsider. Because it won’t take much effort to turn you into a proper little fuck-slut. Just like these ladies. I’m sure the world will enjoy watching Katy Perry having her fat arse railed by cock after cock. Then again, that’s just another Friday night for you, isn’t it?” Taylor spat at the camera, recording her intro as she tugged the six of us closer, showing off her collection of Katy lookalikes. I had hoped this would be as far as we would go, but that wasn’t the case.

            I kept my eyes of Taylor and watched as she went about her plan, pairing us all off with another. Whipped-Cream bra and ‘Roar’ Katy’s were paired together, the two of them immediately lunging together at each other, their hands latching onto their bodies and giggling as the fondled one another. Unclipping the whipped-cream bra, the other Katy lunged at her exposed and plump breasts, lapping and licking at the gloriously meaty handfuls, her teeth biting and nibbling at her soft flesh as the other Katy giggled happily. With her breasts exposed, she trailed her hand down the other girl’s thigh, slipping her fingers through her torn jungle-shorts and tracing the many slick and delicious folds of the woman’s pussy, the two of them writhing atop one another.

            Taylor moved to the next pair, plucking from a fold of her limited clothing, a small dildo. Crouching down to the ‘ugly’ Katy, she wedged the dildo into her wiry braces, fixing the toy in place and forcing her downwards. The Egyptian Katy immediately straddled her face, sliding the toy in between her folds and framing her plump arse directly for the camera. Spreading her cheeks wider, she made sure that the camera got a good angle of her sliding downwards, with every inch of the small dildo splitting apart her folds and plunging deep inside her. As she pressed her crotch down against the brace cage, she began to rock her hips back and forth, using the metal wires to toy and play with her clit whilst seductively showing off for the camera, her face so like Katy Perry’s that it was almost uncanny and unsettling to watch. Leaning a hand back, she hiked up the ‘ugly’ Katy’s shirt and buried several fingers in her tight, hairy snatch, forcing the girl to moan as she had her face ridden in the most bizarre way.

            I was astounded and so I barely noticed as the completely naked Katy latched her hands onto my arse, hooking her fingers inside my shorts and pulling me sharply backwards as she eagerly smothered herself in my plump ass. Frozen in place and completely taken aback, I took one glance behind myself and became certain that it was the real Katy Perry’s whose lips were planted between my cheeks, biting and nibbling at my bum as she pawed and pulled at my body. I felt her fingers dancing across my shorts and gliding along my folds, my pussy rapidly wettening beneath the touch as moans inadvertently slipped from between my lips.

            I felt her hands slip into the back of my shorts and sharply tug downwards. Though, due to their tightness, instead of peeling seductively away, the fabric tore in two, revealing my small cotton panties which were growing wetter and wetter by the moment. Tearing the garment off entirely, Katy sharply spanked my ass, my flesh stinging once more as she tore the simple white panties in two, pulling the fabric up so that it pinched in between my pussy before ripping away, revealing the entirety of my soft, round creamy ass. I immediately felt her hand slide between my thighs, with several fingers slipping into place against my entrance before plunging deep inside me. Katy’s thumb curled to rest against my clit, roughly massaging it and permanently parting my mouth.

            And then I felt her tongue move into place, though not where I expected it. I am by no means a prude, but this was far beyond my comfort zone, and as I felt her lips press against my asshole, her tongue dancing back and forth across my entirely untouched hole, I couldn’t help but grow nervous as to what was going to happen next. Every bone in my body was tingling with sublime pleasure, even more so as the entirely naked Katy’s tongue plunged forwards, eagerly and easily sliding deep into my tightest hole without any resistance. I wanted so much to relax and melt into the sumptuous pleasure that was flooding my body, but this was getting out of control. Unluckily, Taylor was in a very different mindset and had chosen my gaping mouth as the target for her newfound toy.

            “I know you normally take them a lot bigger and a lot blacker Katy, dear, but this was the best I could do. It seems you’ve bought out all the sex toy shops in L.A… Who would have thought, slut?” Taylor purred into the camera before striding back onto the stage sporting a rather large red strap-on. It was unsettling that Taylor considered the heavy fourteen inches of plastic small, but I didn’t have time to object as the blonde pop-star thrust the tip into my awaiting mouth, my cheeks bulging as she prodded and pushed further, trying to weave her cock deeper into my unrelenting throat. I fought it as much as I could, but I was unable to stop salivating, with saliva dribbling down the throbbing inanimate cock as well as my chin. As much as I fought it, it took Taylor only minutes to slip herself deeper inside, my throat giving way and spasming around inch after inch of pulsating red cock.

            My throat gave away as she wrapped her hands around my short hair, forcing my lips further and further down onto her crotch, smiling with that passive-aggressive smirk she wore so well. As soon as the tip was forced into my throat, there was no stopping her. Despite my spasming, choking, guttural slurps, she continued to thrust forwards whilst pushing me down onto her shaft. Saliva dripped down my chin and her cock, tears welling in my eyes until finally, my lips wrapped around the base of the shaft and Taylor groaned a pleasurable groan. She looked down and stroking my bulging cheeks, looking into my eyes as she dominated the depths of my throat with pleasure and glee. Whilst she was content with my oral ability, she hadn’t explored every avenue I could provide.

            Plucking the entirety of her slick and saliva covered strap-on from my throat, she ignored my gasping breathed and rose to her feet, walking around behind me and ushering the naked Katy away. The naked Katy clambered around to my face and nestled her pussy against my lips, not waiting for me to haphazardly try to lick her out and instead simply grinding her glossy cunt against my face, moaning as she did so. I expected to feel the pressure of Taylor’s strap-on against my own pussy, but I was instead faced with a genuine moment of horror as the tip of her fake cock prodded itself against my slightly loosened asshole. My eyes widened for all but a moment, before they were clenched closed as Taylor wasted no time and afforded no ceremony to her gentle pushes forwards.

            My hole was as clenched as I would have hoped and Taylor somehow managed to wriggle the first two inches inside without the slightest bit of effort. My gasps were muffled by the naked Katy’s folds and I had no choice but to meekly wiggle my plump butt, ultimately only enticing the pop-star into inching more of her tremendous strap-on into my rear. The most I had had in my ass was the naked Katy’s tongue and even that was a little uncomfortable. I ultimately went rigid, my limbs locking In place as I was used at both ends. Taylor’s hands found my waist and soon enough I was being pulled backwards onto her slow and steady thrust. I felt every ridged vein of that fake cock as it pushed forwards, sliding deeper and deeper until Taylor had hammered home, her crotch lightly smacking my plump bum cheeks, my silent moans unheard by the star as she stared down the camera, making sure that it caught what was soon to be a rough ass fucking.

            I don’t remember much as I essentially went numb. Taylor worked up a sweat, hammering away at my asshole as the other Katie’s took their turns to slide in front of my face and push their crotches against my lips, ultimately using my face as a toy to rub and grind against. It must have been an hour of fucking, with Taylor’s shaft remaining lodged inside my rear end for the entirety time, until finally she pulled it out and left my bum with a sharp spank. The was day one of two weeks. Next, the Katy’s and I were marched into an adjoining room and all of us were locked in a stockade, bent over at the waist were our mouths and holes exposed. I’ll save the details, but my two weeks in Taylor’s service were long, hard and immeasurably pleasurable. But ultimately, I learnt a valuable lesson. Always read the small-print.

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