“Miss Stone said she might be suggesting us to you. If you’ll just sign these release forms, she’ll be with you in a few minutes.” “Release forms? The club isn’t responsible if you hurt yourself, you won’t go telling everyone about us without telling us first, non-disclosure packet, general health information. First we warm up the muscles, then we relax and stretch them. “In here, please,” Anya said, stopping in front of one of maybe a dozen doors down the end of the hallway. Anya could ask anything of Taylor at that moment, and Taylor would do it. It never even occurred to Taylor to be scandalized or offended – it felt too good. Some slid between the cheeks and ran the length of her crack, over Taylor’s backdoor, making her quiver. Taylor swooned a little, but Anya didn’t touch her for long. Like any other young woman, Taylor had needs and hers hadn’t been met for quite some time. That MUST have been it, Taylor assumed as Anya worked her way down to Taylor’s foot. ” “Anya, I-” “Taylor, you be quiet now and let Anya work, or maybe you not liking Anya’s stretching so much later. Okay.” With that, Anya went to work, leaving Taylor confused. Anya’s hands were soon working right up against Taylor’s exposed pussy, but the trainer didn’t touch Taylor’s most sensitive spot, instead kneading the flesh of her thighs. She’d just had a powerful orgasm, but she wanted more. “You have such nice, long legs darling-dear,” Anya said. Besides your ass, that is.” “Thank you,” Taylor said, not knowing what else to say. By the time Anya moved to the other arm, Taylor was certain she would die from an overdose of horniness. “We still have neck to do.” “I’m relaxed,” Taylor lied. She found herself hoping it would turn Anya on, make her get to the pussy faster. “Say it again,” Anya ordered, this time brushing Taylor’s clit. They’d hurried, treating her roughly, mostly worried about getting themselves off inside her bubble-butt. Anya was taking her sweet time, stretching Taylor’s asshole like she’d stretched her pussy – slowly, seductively, carefully. Far and away, the sexiest, naughtiest thing Taylor Swift had ever done, laying here getting butt-fucked by a woman she’d just met.
Stretching Taylor By TRL Taylor Swift FF, oral, anal, Toys Disclaimer: The following is totally fiction. To Taylor’s surprise, the physical trainer actually threw the ball right at Taylor. She might not dance much, but Taylor MOVED during her concerts, going from one stage to another, up and down stairs – she even got launched into the air by an air compressor at one point. Really, only the medicine ball might work for a few moves, but none of the other stuff was anywhere to be seen. ” “But – but-” “No buts,” Anya said, stepping over and grabbing the bottom of Taylor’s tank top. “Is hard to do Pilates with your arms over chest, Taylor,” Anya said. While she still blushed every time Anya came around and looked at her, Taylor couldn’t help but admit that she looked pretty damn hot in the mirror. ” Taylor laughed politely, wondering why Anya was so focused on her rear. Other than to correct her posture, Anya had barely touched them, and certainly hadn’t ogled them. She didn’t have the biggest breasts in the world – far from it. Body must feel good.” “Yes, feel good,” Taylor said, suddenly feeling tired. ” Taylor did as she was told, keeping her face down in the pillow, but letting her eyes closed in anticipation. She then ran her hands down the middle of Taylor’s back.
It never happened in real life, which sucks, because if it did, it’d be totally hot. ” Anya could be bossy, and yet Taylor did exactly as she was told, as if she really wanted to please Anya, make her proud. She had to act fast to try and catch it, and was nearly knocked off her feet, staggering a little as the heavy ball landed in her arms. She didn’t have to be strong, but she had to be in shape. Taylor took a long swig of water and used the time to catch her breath. With a quick move, she lifted the black, sweaty garment away, leaving Taylor suddenly exposed, as she’d not bothered with a bra. “I have seen breasts before, and I see yours later, during massage.” “What? As the session went on, Anya got more and more hands-on, and while at first Taylor jumped each time the short redhead touched her, she eventually grew to relish having Anya’s delicate fingers repositioning her body as needed. Still, she’d been complimented on them before and Anya was ignoring them. I like them, but I never have the time…” Taylor trailed off. It was the heat of the room and suddenly laying down. “This just stretches the spine and lower back, darling-dear.” Taylor just moaned back, enjoying the way Anya was working her body.
“Ah, Miss Swift, may I introduce Anya, your personal trainer? “Hello,” Taylor said, taking Anya’s hand as she approached. All that mattered was that Taylor’s hot, sweaty body needed sexual release, and Anya was providing it. Using her other hand, Anya was now gently rubbing Taylor’s clit at the same time she pounded into her slit. This wasn’t even the first time she’d been sexually touched by another woman. Anya knew exactly what she was doing, and Taylor’s body was reacting to every thrust and flick of her fingers. She couldn’t think straight for a while, her brain clouded with orgasm, and when she finally came around, she was surprised to find herself laying down still on the table as Anya was gently massaging her feet. As she shifted to move Taylor’s head to the other side, Taylor mused that this felt almost as good as the orgasm she’d had a few minutes ago. Taylor felt wonderful and almost – ALMOST – felt like she could leave this place happy without any more work. Taylor nearly jumped out of her skin, the contact she’d craved for a while now coming so suddenly. She never saw where Anya got the lube – but it was definitely different from the oil she’d been using on Taylor’s body all this time. The singer couldn’t keep her eyes open, and her hands went automatically to her tits, squeezing the tiny things as best she could, trying to get more and more pleasure, even as her stuffed pussy was overloading her brain. ” Taylor gushed as Anya bottomed out the dildo, the entire thing up inside Taylor Swift’s dripping wet snatch. ” Taylor swore, every nerve in her pussy sending erotic shockwaves through her skin. Her ass was stretched further than it ever had been before, or likely ever would again, and until she got off again, she’d be a slobbering, sex-craved idiot. But eventually, Anya started to slowly withdraw the dildo from Taylor’s ass.
Anya shook it, then went a step further, hugging Taylor tightly. “So sweet, darling-dear,” Anya said, her voice a little quieter. The best sex of Taylor’s life couldn’t compare to this simple little hand work. “Your left side is tighter than the right,” Anya informed her. You just have more stress there.” “I don’t feel stressed right now,” Taylor admitted. But Anya had promised more pussy work, and Taylor wanted that more than she’d ever admit. But Anya knew what she was doing, even as she bent over Taylor’s body to press her own naked breasts against the singer’s stomach. Instead of the slightly warm feeling of the lotion, the lube was cool, and as Anya placed a finger coated with it against Taylor’s pussy, the singer shivered, perversely enjoying the sensation. “It’s o-okay,” Taylor said as Anya’s finger once more entered her lower lips and began spreading the coolness around. “Oh, wow,” Was all Taylor could say as the cool plastic began to part her pussy. Taylor had never been so filled in all her life, and it felt fantastic. Anya pulled the plastic beast out much faster than she put it in, and Taylor’s back arched in response. Taylor couldn’t form words, couldn’t for complete thoughts. Once more, the singer was thankful for all the lube, but she could barely stammer how good it felt, feeling the large plastic cock slide out of her backside.
If you’re opposed to Lesbian Sex, go read something else. If you’re too young to be reading this according to your local laws and regulations and whatnot, wow, that sucks. Constructive criticism is welcome too, so long as it’s not just “You suck.” I’m good with “you suck,” so long as you explain, ideally in detail, what I did wrong that made said story suck. Trust me, I already know most people don’t like me, and I’ll just assume you don’t, too, so why waste your time and mine? ” That had been the voicemail message from Emma Stone that had gotten Taylor Swift in her car and traveling to this hidden little gym on the outskirts of LA. But her heart was pounding, and she was getting in a good run. “You wear too much, Taylor,” Anya said a moment or two later. Her skin was doing a fine job bleeding off the excess heat, even if it left her covered in sweat and wishing she could take a shower. “Okay, you’re all Pilated,” Anya said when the session finally ended. Anya was about to rub her whole body down anyway, and Taylor didn’t see any towel to hide under anyway. Standing up with the small tuft of blonde fur above her crotch on full display, she stood there, letting Anya drink in the sight of her. “Drink some water, darling-dear,” Anya said as she busied herself beside Taylor. ” Taylor took a sip, but tried to focus on catching her breath. They felt great, and Anya took her time spreading the oil out over Taylor’s back and arms.
But if you want to point out ways I can improve, hey, I’m game. Not entirely sure what she was in for, Taylor was taking this all on Emma’s advice. Taylor wasn’t sure that was a real word or not, but didn’t have time to point it out, because Anya had more demands. She wasn’t breathing as hard as she had been during the cardio, or after the medicine ball, but the combined yoga/pillates mix had pushed her harder than she thought. A little bit drizzled onto Taylor’s ass, but Anya ignored it, and soon Taylor did too, instead luxuriating in the way Anya’s hands were running over her shoulder blades. ” Taylor bellowed as orgasm overtook her once more.She began running her fingers through Taylor’s hair, gently massaging her scalp and making the singer coo in delight. That includes those areas no one even worries about, yes? Those fingers, which had already driven Taylor Swift to orgasm once today, were back at work, and the superstar’s body was reacting exactly as both women wanted her to. Before her, Anya held up a pair of simple pink dildos, one a little larger than the other. ” Anya asked, holding up the larger one, which was maybe six inches long. “That’s about the biggest I’ve had,” she said, trying to keep her legs up near her head. It had been a while since she’d gotten any sex, and longer still since she’d been with the largest guy she’d been with – a fan she’d met at a concert and slept with in order to prove to her friends that she could actually have a one-night-stand. The dildo was so much bigger than any boy she’d ever had. “Deeper, Taylor,” Anya said, pressing the dildo further into the prone blonde. “You are finally all stretched,” Anya whispered in Taylor’s ear, leaving the dildo inside the singer’s ass. The dildo came out with a “plop,” and suddenly Taylor felt quite empty – an absurd feeling, considering an even larger dildo was still shoved right up into her pussy.Taylor closed her eyes and just enjoyed it for several long moments, trying hard not to imagine what was coming next. Those fingers were magic, at least as far as Taylor was concerned. Anya smiled, and put both dildos away, and came back up with a slightly bigger one. The large plastic phallus Anya was now slowly sliding up into Taylor was larger than that fan by a good solid inch or more, and she was already feeling it. ” Anya asked, gently stroking Taylor’s clit as she worked the plastic cock into the singing sensation. Taylor actually gasped aloud, almost whimpering to have that dildo returned to her ass.She trusted Emma, but as she pulled her car up to the very non-descript building, she began to wonder if Emma was playing a joke on her. Then again, there was also no paparazzi outside, no cameramen, no one. “Get naked and get on massage table now, darling-dear,” Anya said, pushing Taylor towards the table across the room. “We are now going to massage and stretch you, Taylor. “You shoulders are tight, darling-dear,” Anya said. Denied from Anya’s fingers earlier, Taylor’s body seemed to climax even harder as her stretched pussy gripped the dildo inside her tight, her body clenching against the invader, though Anya kept it pounding in and out as Taylor’s mind seemed to separate from the rest of her body.She could get out of her car, dressed in her tight black Nike tank-top and short shorts and not worry about being plastered all over the internet like she was the last time she’d dared to go work out at her usual gym. “You have much stress here, I think.” “Yeah, stress,” Taylor agreed lazily. Anya worked her hands together down Taylor’s spine until she hit the curve of Taylor’s ass. Anya rammed the plastic cock in and out of Taylor, and in no time, Taylor was writhing about on the table like a woman possessed. She knew nothing but sexual pleasure for a long, long time, actually passing out from her orgasm. The sex wasn’t over, and it was about to get dirtier. Anya pressed her cool, lube covered finger against Taylor’s back entrance, and quickly worked inside the singer.“OHMYGAWD,” Taylor gasped as the large invader penetrated her backside. With every rocking little fuck, Taylor stretched a bit more, her sweet ass taking it all. “Oh, fuck me,” Taylor groaned aloud, nearly coming at the sight. She watched as Anya slowly pulled the bulk of the strap-on out, until only the plastic head was still inside Taylor’s backdoor.