davesmistress
04-12-2010, 06:05 PM
Trench Coat: Taylor Swift
By: TRL
“This is crazy.”
That one statement was all that kept running through Taylor Swift’s head as she sat in her car, trying to catch her breath. Over and over again, it just kept resonating there. And yet, here she was, In her car, just opposite the stylish house in Hollywood that Taylor had spent a small fortune having hunted down for just this reason.
“This is crazy.”
Everyone she’d spoken too had said so. Pickle had just about pulled her hair out when Taylor had spoken of the plan. Demi had practically walked out of the room. Selena and Miley, both of whom had just as much reason to do what Taylor was about to do, still thought she was out of her mind for even thinking about it.
“This is crazy.”
But Taylor had done some crazy stuff before in her life. Some would say even trying to become a massively popular singing sensation at her age was crazy. Others would say that trying to bring a bit more pop back into the country music scene was crazy. And others would say being so open about some of her relationships in her songs was even crazier.
“This is crazy.”
But Taylor had done all that - and even had some relationships no one knew anything about. And she’d always come out on top, having risked everything to do so. How was this different? Certainly, if she was caught, her career would be over. The tabloids would have a field day, and Taylor would have to return home to her parents and hide under her bed until the day she died - which probably wouldn’t be long after the embarrassment set in, she thought. She might even be in some kind of legal trouble if she did this.
“This is crazy.”
But maybe - just maybe - it would work, and everything would finally be almost right.
“This is crazy.”
Nothing would ever make it completely right. You just don’t dump someone over the phone like that in less than 25 seconds and never speak to them again. That’s just wrong, and if someone was going to keep doing that to girls he dated, well, then, he needed to learn a lesson. A painful lesson. One he wouldn’t soon forget.
Taylor took a deep breath.
“This is crazy,” she said aloud. “But I’m going to do it.”
She slipped out of her car and stood up, checking to see if any traffic was coming. This was a fairly ritzy area of the Hollywood Hills, and thankfully, the cops were doing a fairly decent job of keeping the Paparazzi away at the moment. That meant Taylor had a chance of doing this without being caught on camera before she even got in the house.
Assuming she ever got in the house. It was possible she might not get past the front door. That would suck, but Taylor had to take the chance. She just had to.
She crossed the street quickly, glad that the ht, sunglasses, and a long, black trench coat that came down to her knees - a feat in and of itself, considering Taylor’s long legs. She reached the door in question, and rung the doorbell, trying hard not to look around suspiciously while she waited.
“Coming! Coming! Hold on!” a voice called from inside. It was, Taylor was happy to hear, the voice she was expecting. It wouldn’t do for the wrong person to answer the door. That would just ruin everything.
Taylor didn’t have to wait long, but it felt like an eternity. She was certain a horde of paparazzi would come storming around the corner at any second, realize who she was, what she was doing, and before she had time to run back to her car, it’d be all over the web. She kept glancing over her shoulder, seeing nothing, hearing nothing, but fearing the worst.
Finally, the door swung open, and Taylor had an all new set of worries.
“Oh! You’re not who I was expecting.”
Camilla Belle was gorgeous when she was out in Hollywood. With long, dark brown hair and light brown eyes, she was classically beautiful. And her well-toned body spoke to those who saw her in very pleasing ways. Her ample chest and shapely legs could hypnotize anyone - and had apparently hypnotized Taylor’s last boyfriend.
Right now, though, Camilla wasn’t dressed for Hollywood. It looked like she was dressed for bed, which, considering the time of night, wasn’t too unreasonable. But it could’ve been the middle of the day in the heart of winter, and Camilla would’ve still looked beautiful.
She wore a grey wife-beater tank top with what looked like a spaghetti stain just to the left of her belly button that had been through more than a few washes and refused to give up. The neckline plunged low enough to show off ample amounts of her 34-inch chest. A pair of pink panties covered her bottom, thought they, too, looked like they’d seen better days. They did leave plenty of Camilla’s legs on display, and the display was awe inspiring. Flawless and well defined, Camilla’s stems were glorious in their own right - attached to the rest of the girl, they were almost too much for one person to stand.
Taylor began to understand why someone would jump at the chance to date Camilla.
Taylor took a deep breath and smiled. “Hello, Camilla,” she said, trying to force confidence into her voice that she didn’t exactly feel at that moment.
“Taylor Swift?” Camilla asked, clearly surprised to see Taylor standing on her doorstep.
“Joe’s not here, is he?” Taylor asked quickly.
“N-no. No! I haven’t actually seen him in-”
“Good,” Taylor said, cutting Camilla off and brazenly walking into the place. She had to act confidently, like she knew what she was doing. It was, after all, too late to turn back now.
“Ummmm come on in I guess…,” Camilla said, a touch of confusion on her voice as she closed the door behind Taylor.
Taylor immediately turned to face Camilla. “I’ve heard some rumors, Camilla.”
“Rumors?” Camilla asked. “About me and Joe?”
“No,” Taylor said, taking another deep breath. “About you.”
Taylor smiled slyly at Camilla‘s confused expression. She decided to clarify herself a bit.
“You and other girls.”
Camilla’s look was priceless. Her eyes went wide, and her mouth opened, trying to make words when none would come. Clearly, the rumors were at least somewhat true. And if they were true, Taylor was home free with her plans for the night. At least, she hoped she was.
“These rumors,” Taylor said, not giving Camilla a chance to speak, “They say you’ve got an eye for girls. That you’ve been spotted making out with hot blondes. That you’ve gone into bathroom stalls with other women. That you’ve been caught with your hand in the cookie jar, so to speak.”
“NO!” Camilla cried out. “I’ve never been caught-”
“But you’ve had your hands in other girl’s cookie jars, haven’t you?” Taylor said, taking a step closer to the brunette. Camilla wasn’t that much shorter than Taylor, maybe two or three inches, but right that moment, Taylor was using her full 5’11” frame to tower over the other girl.
“I didn’t say-”
“Sush,” Taylor said. “There’s nothing wrong with it, Camilla. Nothing at all.” Taylor was inching closer to the other girl, who was back up against the door she’d just closed.
“I just wonder…” Taylor said slowly, taking one last long step to come within an inch of the brunette. “Does Joe know you’re fucking girls behind his back?”
Camilla slammed her own back against the door in shock, clearly trying to get away from Taylor. Taylor was surprised she reacted quite so forcefully, but kept staring right into the other girl’s eyes.
“Well,” Taylor pressed. “Does he know?”
“No,” Camilla hissed.
Taylor’s smile could’ve lit up the entire western coast of the United States at that point. It was exactly the answer she’d been looking for.
“P-please, don’t tell him,” Camilla stuttered as Taylor smiled at her. “Please. I know you hate me, but-”
“Hate you?” Taylor said, surprised. “I don’t hate you at all. I think you’re fantastic! You’re a great actress and just beautiful beyond words! Why would I hate you?”
“B-because you think I stole Joe away from-”
“Hell no!” Taylor said. “You didn’t steal him away from me. That bastard left me because he thought he could do better elsewhere. And, who knows, maybe you are better, but that fucker couldn’t even give me the decency of a face-to-face break-up. Instead, he just called me on the phone, said it was over, and hung up before I could tear him a new one.”
Taylor looked Camilla right in the eyes again. “I don’t hate you, sweetie. I hate him.”
Silence filled the room for a long second - Taylor almost thought she heard water running somewhere in the background, but before the thought could really enter her head, Camilla spoke.
“I-I’m sorry?” she asked.
“No, don’t be sorry,” Taylor said, stepping even closer to Camilla, close enough that Camilla’s tank-top cover breasts pressed against Taylor’s trench coat.
“W-what are you-” Camilla started to ask, but Taylor cut her off with a kiss. Soft and sweet, Taylor gently kissed the other girl right on the lips. She could taste a sweet, fruity flavor of lip balm on Camilla’s lips, and to her surprise, Camilla made no move to stop the kiss.
So Taylor kissed harder.
As Taylor deepened the kiss, Camilla opened her mouth, allowing Taylor to slip her tongue inside and playfully tangle with Camilla’s. For a long moment, the two just made out, allowing their lips and tongues to say things neither one thought they could use their voice to say.
And then, knowing she had to move quickly, Taylor broke the kiss.
“W-wait!” Camilla gasped, clearly surprised.
Taylor quickly walked into the room and stood next to the couch. Then, she turned to face Camilla and gently tugged on the belt of the black trench coat. The coat fell open, revealing what Taylor wore underneath.
Camilla’s breath caught in her throat, making Taylor smile. It was so nice to have that kind of effect on someone so beautiful, like Camilla. And while Camilla certainly wasn’t the first woman to swoon over Taylor’s appearance, she was the first person to see her wearing this outfit, and that made Taylor feel that much better about what was about to happen.
Taylor wore nothing but white under her black trench coat, which she now let fall to the floor. Underneath she had on bra and panties, both as pure white as new fallen snow. Both items were lacy and were dangerously close to see-through. A three-inch strip of lace below the cups of her breasts and above the waist of her panties hid a bit more of Taylor’s skin, but that only added to the allure - and it was clear that Camilla found Taylor VERY alluring.
“W-what-?” Camilla started to ask, but Taylor hushed her by bringing her finger to her lips. She didn’t say a word as she took Camilla by the hand and lead her toward the couch.
“So you like girls,” Taylor whispered in Camilla’s ear. “Well, I like girls, too. And I like you.”
“Oh, god,” Camilla moaned as Taylor placed her hands on Camilla’s shoulders.
“I want you to embrace your love of girls, Camilla,” Taylor breathed into the other girl’s ear as she slowly pushed Camilla down onto the couch. “And when you’re done, you’re going to love being with women so much, you’ll forget all about Joe and his virgin penis.”
“B-but-”
“Shush,” Taylor said, kissing Camilla to silence her. She pushed the brunette back down on the couch, and then straddled her leg while continuing to make out. Camilla tried to push her off, but Taylor wasn’t going to let her. She grabbed each of Camilla’s wrists with her own hands and pushed them up over the other girl’s head.
“Oh no, no getting out of this that easily,” Taylor said huskily, starting to feel her own juices flowing deep inside her.
“B-but-”
“No buts,” Taylor said as she used one hand to pin Camilla’s above her head, and let the other one drop down to cup one of the brunette’s impressive tits.
“God, these are lovely,” Taylor said, playing with Camilla’s nipple though the thin fabric of the T-shirt. The nipple went instantly hard - as did its companion on the other breast - and Taylor lowered her mouth onto it, sucking away through the cotton.
“Oh!” Camilla moaned - she had very sensitive nipples, Taylor could tell. “Oh, please-” Taylor silenced the other girl by placing a finger on Camilla’s lips. She then switched breasts and started sucking at the other nipple. Camilla moaned again, but didn’t say anything this time.
“I love your breasts,” Taylor said, removing her hand long enough to grope both boobs individually. “They’re so perky.”
Truth be told, Camilla’s breasts weren’t too much larger than Taylor’s - but on Camilla’s slightly smaller frame, they seemed to fit her body better. And Taylor envied that fit. She also lusted after them, and suddenly decided she’d had enough of tasting cotton while sucking on Camilla’s nipples.
“This just HAS to go,” Taylor said, pulling the fabric of the tank-top down, unveiling Camilla’s breasts one at a time. The brunette gasped, but Taylor hushed her with another quick kiss. The neckline of the tank top was drawn tight now, pulling Camilla’s breasts up a bit like a crude push-up bra, making them appear even bigger and more delicious.
“Oh, these are just perfect,” Taylor said, gently taking one nipple into her mouth and slowly circling her tongue around it. Camilla’s body shivered under Taylor’s, and the signer didn’t stop. Camilla hissed as Taylor’s tongue made another round, and suddenly the brunette’s arms jumped. Taylor almost lost hold of them, but managed to keep a death grip on them, forcing them back down above Camilla’s head.
“Tut-tut,” Taylor said, giving Camilla a nasty smile as she used her free hand to pinch Camilla’s other nipple. “You’re mine now, Camilla. Just lay back and enjoy it.”
“Please, wait-” Camilla tried again to speak, but Taylor pinched harder on the nipple, making the actress yip in pain.
“No talking,” Taylor said, kissing Camilla again. “Nothing you could say would make me stop anyway.” Taylor moved her lips down to Camilla’s neck and started sucking on it. Camilla swooned under Taylor, her lips parting to let out a silent cry.
“Oh, you like that, huh?” Taylor said, switching to the other side of Camilla’s neck to repeat the process.
“Oh, fuuuuuuck,” Camilla moaned, one of her legs wrapping around Taylor’s.
“That’s it, baby,” Taylor said, kissing her way down over Camilla’s collarbone. “Give in to me. You know you want me.”
“No,” Camilla hissed.
“Yes,” Taylor hissed back. Her lips trailed down between Camilla’s exposed cleavage, leaving a tiny trail of saliva as she went. “You want me. You want me so bad.”
“No, no,” Camilla said, trying again to wiggle out from under Taylor. But Taylor was just a bigger girl than Camilla, and the singer had the actress right where she wanted her. Taylor’s lips returned to Camilla’s nipple, this time with no fabric blocking the way. It took one little lick to send a wave of shivers down Camilla’s lithe little body, and for long moments, the only sound escaping her lips were moans of pleasure.
“You have the tastiest breasts,” Taylor giggled as she lifted her head from one tit and moved to the other. Camilla gasped for breath as Taylor moved, once again trying to break free. She gave up her fight, however, the moment Taylor’s mouth returned to her chest.
“Ohhh, fuck,” Camilla moaned, making Taylor giggle so much that she had to pull off the other girl’s breasts for a moment.
“Oh, god, you have to stop,” Camilla said, but it was too late. Taylor leaned up and kissed the brunette once to silence her, then looked down her body.
“Those are some really old panties, aren’t they?” Taylor asked, her fingers trailing down the other girl’s body slowly, playfully. “You should really throw them out.”
“Please,” Camilla started to speak again, but Taylor silenced her with a mischievous look. Taylor was quiet as she slid her hand down over Camilla’s stomach before reaching the waistline of Camilla’s worn panties. She licked each of Camilla’s nipples once more before sending her hand under the waist line and kept going down.
“Ooooohhh,” Camilla moaned as Taylor’s fingers slid through a well-trimmed patch of pubic hair before reaching Camilla’s sacred valley. When Taylor’s finger tips first passed onto the warm, wet folds, Camilla’s body went stiff, her arms stretching almost impossibly further above her head than Taylor was already holding them.
“Someone’s happy to see me,” Taylor whispered, feeling Camilla’s wetness coating the tips of her fingers.
“Wait, please, don’t-” Camilla started to protest, but Taylor swiftly sank her fingers down into Camilla’s pussy, passing right over her clit before opening up the actress.
“Whoa, you ARE happy to see me,” Taylor said, honestly surprised by just how wet Camilla was. With ease, three of Taylor’s fingers dropped down inside of her captive’s most private of areas. Taylor had thought maybe Camilla would be excited by her aggressive seduction, but this was more than she could’ve ever hoped for. It was almost as if Camilla had been in desperate need of sex tonight anyway.
Well, that suited Taylor just fine.
Carefully, Taylor began to pull her three fingers in and out of Camilla’s pussy. It wasn’t easy - Camilla’s panties made moving her wrist difficult to do. But even at this slow pace, the reactions crossing Camilla’s face made it worth the effort - made the whole crazy plan worth it.
“Ohohohohoh!” Camilla started gasping as Taylor slowly fucked her pussy. Her nipples seemed to become even harder then they already were, and her whole body started to shake in a most pleasing way.
“Like that too, huh?” Taylor said, a hint of her southern drawl entering her voice. “Well, let’s get these old things off of you.” With that, she pulled her hand free of Camilla’s pussy and panties. The actress gasped in shock - clearly not expecting to have her pleasure cut off so quickly after it started.
“Raise your butt,” Taylor commanded as she grabbed the front of Camilla’s panties with her still-wet fingers. Camilla followed orders - surprising Taylor a bit - but couldn’t lift herself far with the singer still lying atop her. Taylor tried to slide the panties down away from Camilla’s snatch, but they refused to move.
“What’d you do, superglue these things on?” Taylor asked, trying again to slide them over Camilla’s shapely hips.
“They’re old,” Camilla said quickly.
“Hush, no talking from you,” Taylor said, getting frustrated. She took a deep breath, and just yanked down hard with her free hand.
To both her and Camilla’s surprise, the panties didn’t slide down, but instead ripped in a dozen places, practically disintegrating in Taylor’s hand.
“Whoops,” Taylor said, holding up a piece of fabric. “Sorry, I’ll buy you some new ones.”
“Uh, thanks?” Camilla replied.
“I promise, this will be worth it,” Taylor said, chucking the fabric and sinking her fingers back into Camilla’s warm, wet snatch in one smooth move.
“Wait, wait- OHMYGOD!” Camilla exclaimed as Taylor placed her thumb right over Camilla’s bright little clit. “Oh, fuck, fuck, FUCK!” Camilla continued to cry out as Taylor began to circle Camilla’s bud.
“See, I told you it would be worth it,” Taylor said, reaching down with her lips to gently lick Camilla’s nipple again while still fucking her with her fingers. Camilla seemed to falter beneath Taylor now, her whole body going a bit limp as Taylor had her way with almost every sensitive area of the brunette’s body. Taylor felt the last little bit of Camilla’s fight fall out of her arms, and was able to take the hand she’d been holding them with down to cup Camilla’s other breast.
There’d be no stopping Taylor now - Camilla was hers.
Taylor increased the pace of her finger fucking, plunging deeper into her new conquest with each stroke. At the same time, her tongue made circles around one of Camilla’s nipples that she tried to match with her thumb down around Camilla’s clit. Taylor had done this before, but more importantly, she’d had this done to her before, and knew just how awesome it felt. If Camilla wasn’t a lesbian before this, Taylor was certain she’d be at least Bi any second now.
“OhfuckohfuckohfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK!” Camilla blabbered, her head rolling about on her neck. Her arms now flopped by her side with one of them hitting the floor beside the couch, as if all the life had drained out of them when Taylor let go. Her breasts almost seemed to swell under Taylor’s ministrations, or perhaps under pressure from the tank top that still pressed them up against their will. As Taylor took a moment to glance across the body of her new lover, everything about Camilla seemed to scream complete surrender.
It was one of the hottest things Taylor had ever seen in her life, and she could feel the front of her own panties starting to grow damp with unmet lust.
But, first things first. Get Camilla off - show her how amazing another woman could make her feel first, then teach her to share that feeling. Then get her to dump that asshole Ex of Taylor’s, and the two girls could be friends and lovers from then on.
It all made perfect sense to Taylor.
And it was working.
Camilla’s whole body was trembling beneath Taylor now, her nerves shot through with sexual lusts and needs. Her body was clearly reacting positively to Taylor’s efforts, as her pussy was starting to get extra juicy, coating Taylor’s fingers as they plunged into Camilla’s folds.
Suddenly, Camilla’s body tensed, her eyes squeezing shut like vices, and her entire body shook like it had been hit with an earthquake. As Taylor’s eyes went wide, she watched Camilla’s orgasm shake, rattle, and roll through the actress’ body for a solid minute, practically sending the poor girl into a seizure.
It was, Taylor realized, one of the sexiest things she’d ever seen. She hoped that Camilla would be able to make her feel that good when she came around.
Taylor was about to see if Camilla was up to calling her damn boyfriend and breaking up, or maybe just standing up and getting a drink, or even doing to Taylor what Taylor had just done to her, when suddenly there was a new voice in the room.
“I love your water pressure - it’s so much better than - CAMILLA?!?!”
Before Taylor could turn her head around to see what was happening, a pair of hands landed on her shoulders and tossed her off Camilla like she was nothing but a rag doll.
The room and Taylor’s head seemed to spin as she crashed against the wall, stars appearing before her eyes. For a long moment, she didn’t know what was happening, and then suddenly a heavy weight landed atop her, shoving her to the floor.
“How dare you!” A voice screamed, shoving Taylor’s head to the floor. “You come into her house and rape her? Who do you think you are?”
“Ma-” Camilla started to say, but the person on top of Taylor snarled.
“Let me deal with this bitch, Camilla. She’ll never hurt you again, my love.”
A hand swung around and slapped Taylor on the face, twisting her neck hard enough to hurt.
“OUCH!” Taylor cried out. “That HURT!”
“So will this!” The woman said - Taylor only knew she was a woman from her voice - even though it was rather accented, it was clearly female - Taylor had yet to see her face, as her eyes were covered with her own curly blonde hair as the woman slapped her again, just as hard as the first time.
“Maria, please!” Camilla called out, but the woman - Maria? - shoved Taylor’s shoulders hard against the wall, then slapped each of Taylor’s breasts.
“Hey!” Taylor shouted. “Personal space!”
“You raped my girlfriend, whore!” Maria shouted. “I should kill you!”
“Maria! No!” Camilla pleaded.
“You like raping helpless girls?” Maria demanded, smashing Taylor’s shoulders against the wall again. “Do you?! DO YOU?!”
“N-no! It wasn’t rape, it-” Taylor tried to speak, but the other woman slapped her again, this time hard enough to send her sprawling to the floor.
“You think you can walk into a woman’s house and just rape her any old way you like? I’ll show you!” Maria said, standing over Taylor again.
Suddenly, Taylor could see her, and to her utter surprise, she recognized her! Maria Sharapova towered over Taylor, her face a study in pure anger. She wore only a towel around her hair and another around her chest. The towel around her body was open enough at the bottom that Taylor could see that Maria had shaved her pubic hair off, and from the angle the singer was in, she could see that very easily. Her skin was still coated with drops of water from the shower she’d clearly been in while Taylor was having her way with Camilla, and all in all, if she hadn’t been threatening to beat the living daylights out of her, Taylor would’ve been extremely turned on by what she was seeing right that moment.
“This is crazy!” Camilla shouted, but Maria wasn’t listening to her, clearly. As the towel dropped away from Maria’s chest, revealing two small but perky little breasts with very erect nipples, Taylor belatedly remembered that some of those rumors she’d heard about Camilla had stated that Camilla’s lesbian lover was none other than long-time friend Maria Sharapova. Taylor had ruled that out at once - what were the odds of two famous women in Hollywood being both lesbian and horrible at keeping it hidden? Taylor’s own lust for females was easily hidden, and her few more well-known friends were just as skilled at hiding their lusts. If Camilla and Maria were together, they were horrible at hiding it, because everyone suspected they were together!
They even had a one-word name for the couple, Mamilla! Like they were Brangelina or Tom-Kat or something crazy like that.
No, those rumors had to be false. Camilla might have liked girls, or maybe been just curious, but no way was she with Maria Sharapova, Taylor had thought. That was just crazy, like some teenaged boy’s wet dream. Stuff like that didn’t happen in real life.
Now, however, presented with a naked and vengeful Maria Sharapova lowering her wet, naked body over her own, Taylor had to concede that maybe, just maybe, those rumors were true.
And if that was the case, Camilla was a lucky woman, because Maria was hot!
That was the last thought Taylor managed to get out before the tennis player grabbed the singer’s blonde hair and shoved her head right into her crotch. Taylor gasped in surprise, and before she could close her mouth, it was on Maria’s snatch, the clean and fresh smells and tastes of Maria’s post-shower body filling her senses even as pain began to register from her scalp.
“Eat, bitch!” Maria said, her accent increasing slightly as she shoved Taylor’s face harder against her pussy.
“Maria!” Camilla shouted, but the tennis player ignored the actress again, twisting Taylor’s hair in her hands to get her to cooperate.
Taylor, sensing she was in a lot of trouble, obeyed at once, sticking out her tongue and penetrating Maria’s pussy lips at once.
“Mmmm, that’s it, you bitch,” Maria said, pulling even harder on Taylor’s hair. “Lick my pussy, you whore. You think you can come in here and rape my girlfriend? I’ll show you. I’m going to cum all over your pretty little face before I beat it into a pulp.”
“MARIA!” Camilla shouted. “Don’t!”
“You want me to stop, Camilla?” Maria shouted back. “Then call the cops and report this bitch. But I’m getting my pound of flesh out of her one way or another!”
“Maria!” Camilla gasped, but the tennis player ignored her and kept grinding Taylor’s face into her crotch.
Taylor had licked girls before, and she didn’t mind it. Maria tasted a bit like soap, though there was enough of the tangy taste of pussy in there for Taylor to know that Maria was excited about this. Then again, perhaps she had been hoping to get some Camilla before she’d discovered Taylor atop her girlfriend, and Taylor was tasting the remains of that anticipated lovemaking. Either way, Taylor kept licking, making sure to run her tongue up the tennis player’s slit all the way to her clit before starting over again.
It occurred to Taylor about then that if she got Maria off, truly made the taller girl cum, then she might get out of this situation without having Maria beat her to a pulp. If nothing else, Taylor might be able to make a run for it while Maria was recovering. She wouldn’t want to read the headlines in the tabloids when she was caught running around Hollywood in just some sexy white lingerie, but it would be better than the headlines in the real papers if she was in the hospital, her face unrecognizable, after Maria used her as a punching bag.
So Taylor reached up with both hands and wrapped them around Maria’s perky, athletic ass. The blonde athlete went stiff for a moment, but when Taylor only increased her licking, she eased up.
“Seems your rapist likes what she’s doing - she’s such a terrible slut, isn’t she?” Maria said. The comment might have been said to Camilla, but it was clearly aimed at Taylor, who could only keep eating Maria’s pussy and hope like hell she was getting the other woman off.
“Maria, please, this is crazy!” Camilla said again. “You can’t do this to her!”
“I can’t?” Maria asked, twisting Taylor’s hair harder. She yelped in pain, but kept licking. Maria’s slit.
“No! You’re raping her!” Camilla exclaimed.
“Just like the slut raped you,” Maria said. “Do you want to get back at her? Do you want to rape her, too?”
“NO!” Camilla cried. Taylor felt a twinge of guilt - she’d been getting really turned on by Camilla moments ago, before Maria arrived, and she’d been looking forward to having sex with the actress.
“Come on, help take her panties off - we can stick that cucumber you’ve been saving in her pussy.”
That made Taylor’s eyes go wide, and for the first time, she tried to really pull away from Maria. The idea of a cucumber penetrating her pussy was not appealing to Taylor at all.
“I threw that out the other day,” Camilla said, almost casually. “It was starting to rot.”
“Too bad,” Maria said, shoving Taylor’s head back between her legs. “Don’t stop, slut! You’re mine!”
Taylor redoubled her effort, relieved to learn she wasn’t going to be raped by a cucumber. Her face was coated with Maria’s juices now, and the soap taste seemed to have vanished as Maria’s juices flowed onto Taylor’s lips. Maria seemed to be getting off on being in charge.
“Don’t hurt her, Maria,” Camilla said. “She didn’t rape me!”
Maria seemed to stop, though Taylor kept her grip on the athlete’s ass and kept licking.
“What do you mean, she didn’t rape you?” Maria demanded, finally listening. The hand she had wrapped in Taylor’s hair didn’t move, and Taylor had a feeling this wasn’t over yet.
“She came here to seduce me, Masha,” Camilla said, calling her by a nickname, Taylor assumed.
“Is this true?” Maria asked. Taylor tried to speak, but her mouth was shoved too closely to Maria’s pussy.
“You have to let her speak, Maria!” Camilla said.
Taylor felt the hand holding her hair release. She took one last lick of Maria’s pussy, then pushed her head back away from the other girl’s crotch.
“It’s true,” Taylor said, feeling her face flush. “I wanted to seduce Camilla.”
“Why?” Maria demanded. “Were you trying to steal her away from me?”
“I didn’t even know you two were dating!” Taylor exclaimed. “I’d heard that Camilla might be a lesbian, and I wanted her to-”
“How on earth did you hear I was a lesbian, but not with Maria?” Camilla asked, sounding surprised. “I mean, our relationship’s the basis for all those rumors anyway!”
“I don’t know, I just heard you liked to fool around with girls,” Taylor said, honestly.
“Well, maybe that’s a good sign,” Maria said. “If they no longer think we’re a couple, we can be together more often.”
“But who else would I be having lesbian sex with?” Camilla said, sounding flustered.
“Me?” Taylor asked carefully.
That quieted the room at once.
“You were cheating on me?” Maria asked at once, her anger shifting towards Camilla.
“Oh, don’t give me that look, you’ve enjoyed plenty of other women since we started sleeping together!”
“I have not!” Maria said.
“Oh yeah, what about Maria Kirilenko?”
“What about her?” Maria asked, suddenly sounding defensive.
“What about her?” Camilla said, getting angry. “I walked in on the two of you buck naked, shoving penis shaped soap bars at each other’s crotches! And don’t you ever dare say you were helping her wash up!”
“I was!”
“You weren’t even in the shower, Maria! You were naked and all over her on a bench!”
“Should I be going?” Taylor asked, not wanting to get into any more trouble than she already was with these two. Maria had let go of her hair now, and Taylor found herself sitting on the floor, looking up at Maria’s naked body and Camilla’s barely clad body as the two lovers argued with each other. If she could ease her way out now, before they remembered it was her that started this whole mess.
“NO!” Both Maria and Camilla shouted.
“You cheated on me, Maria, and you’ve been cheating on me since we got together!” Camilla cried.
“We never said we were exclusive!” Maria said. “You knew I’d been with other women!”
“Yes, I knew, and now you won’t let ME be with other women! You’re greedy, Maria! What if it had been me walking up to Taylor here wearing nothing but a trench coat and really cute lingerie?”
“Thank you?” Taylor said quietly as she slinked back away from the fighting duo.
“Why would you want to sleep with other women?” Maria demanded. “I am not enough for you?”
“Well, I’m not enough for you! And don’t deny it - you sleep around like it’s going out of style.”
“Fine, you want to sleep around, sleep around!” Maria shouted. “Start with this little whore! See if I care.” Maria reached down and grabbed Taylor’s hair again.
“OUCH!” Taylor cried out as Maria hauled her halfway across the room and planted her at Camilla’s feet.
“Lick her pussy, bitch!” Maria said. “Go on, do it!”
Taylor looked up at Camilla. The brunette was still only wearing her tank top, which was pulled down over her breasts to expose them, though it had the effect of raising them up as well. Her panties were gone - destroyed when Taylor had tried to yank them off earlier, now that Camilla was standing, the shreds of remaining fabric had fallen to the floor somewhere else, leaving the actress bare from the waist down. Somehow, that ratty old tank top made Camilla look all the more sumptuous to Taylor.
Without thinking, Taylor got up on her knees and started to kiss Camilla’s clit.
To her surprise, Camilla didn’t move, and soon enough Taylor was working her way into the other girl’s folds, the tangy taste of pussy coating the singer’s tongue.
“You’re going to do it?” Maria said, surprised. “Right in front of me?”
“If it makes you understand how I feel,” Camilla said, reaching down to gently stroke Taylor’s hair.
“SHE TRIED TO RAPE YOU!”
“NO!” Camilla shouted back. “She tried to seduce me, and she did! Now, you can either shut up and get out, or you can get over here and join me - I love you Maria, and if we’re going to be sleeping with other girls, we might as well do it together.”
“W-what?” Taylor said, breaking her efforts on Camilla’s pussy.
“Oh, I’m sorry - do you not want to sleep with Maria?” Camilla asked, concern in her voice.
“No, Maria’s hot,” Taylor admitted. “But I feel like I missed a step somewhere.”
“You haven’t,” Camilla said. “We have this fight a lot - we’re used to it.”
“And it leads to great make-up sex,” Maria added, walking over to kiss Camilla on the mouth.
“And now I’m part of the make-up sex?” Taylor asked.
“If you want to be,” Maria said, smiling at the singer for the first time all night.
Taylor shook her head, trying to clear away the confusion in her head. She’d come here to seduce one woman, almost got raped by another, and if she didn’t run out of the building right this second, she’d be in the middle of a threesome with them both, while somehow avoiding getting her ass kicked and getting caught in the middle of a lover’s spat in-between all of this.
“This is crazy,” Taylor said.
“Just go with it,” Maria said, lifting Taylor to her feet.
“We’d be more comfortable in the bedroom, don’t you think?” Camilla asked, taking Taylor by the hand and leading her further into the house.
It seemed Taylor was getting involved in that threesome, whether she wanted to or not.
Camilla lead Taylor into the bedroom, and right away, all Taylor could see was the big, queen-sized bed with the sheets already turned down. Clearly, Camilla and Maria had planned on spending time together in bed before Taylor had interrupted them. On the bedside table, a trio of candles lay unlit, next to a packet of matches. Taylor wondered if perhaps the girls were aiming for a romantic evening before she arrived.
Suddenly, a wave of guilt washed over her. “I’m so sorry, you two clearly had plans for tonight, and I ruined them,” she said, stopping dead in her tracks.
“Nonsense,” Camilla said, pulling Taylor towards (toward) the bed. “While we had plans, they were mostly just to fuck each other senseless. Now you’re here, and we can get a little more exciting in bed.”
“We’ve never shared a girl before,” Maria said, running a hand down Taylor’s back. “This should be fun.”
“Fun, yeah,” Taylor said, still nervous.
“You should really get naked,” Camilla said, finally stripping off her tank top, throwing the ratty fabric to the floor and standing before the other two girls completely naked now. Aside from a red line on her skin where the neckline had pressed against the bottom of her boobs, Camilla’s naked body was flawless, and Taylor started to remember just how much she had enjoyed getting into the other girl’s panties earlier.
“Let me help you,” Maria said. Still behind Taylor, she reached up and deftly undid the clasp on Taylor’s bra, sending the lacy fabric falling from atop Taylor’s breasts, free them at once.
Reacting on instinct, Taylor gasped and covered her chest with her hands, making both Camilla and Maria laugh.
“You have nothing we haven’t seen before,” Maria jokingly said to the singer. “I dress with girls every day.”
“And I sleep with her at night,” Camilla added, taking Taylor’s two hands and uncovering the other girl’s breasts. “Now, see, you’re lovely.”
“Sorry, just kind of surprised me,” Taylor said, feeling a bit like a dork. She’d come here to seduce Camilla, now she was getting shy when her own bra came off? She’d already gotten an orgasm out of Camilla and spent time licking Maria’s pussy, why was she freaking out now?
It was time she took back some control, she decided. When she’d been in control over Camilla, everything had been going perfectly. It was only when Maria came in and took over that Taylor had lost sight of what she wanted.
So, Taylor took a deep breath, and decided to retake control of this situation.
“Get on the bed,” She said, looking at Camilla.
“Okay,” Camilla said, smiling sweetly at Taylor.
“Maria, you join her,” Taylor said, actually pointing at the bed itself.
“All right,” Maria said, wary but willing to do something she was going to do anyway.
Taylor smiled. That was the first step. Now, to see how far she could take this.
“Camilla, kiss Maria’s nipples,” Taylor ordered.
“Excuse me?” Camilla asked, surprised.
Taylor put her hands on her hips and put some force into her voice. “Kiss Maria’s nipples. Now.”
“Okay, okay,” Camilla said, shrugging as she leaned down and kissed each of Maria’s nipples, sucking a bit on the last one.
“Oh, that’s nice,” Maria replied.
“Maria, be quiet and kiss Camilla’s neck.”
“Her neck?”
“Do it!” Taylor ordered. Maria instantly dropped her lips to Camilla’s neck and started kissing.
“Good. Camilla, while she’s doing that, find Maria’s clit with your fingers.” Camilla didn’t hesitate, and a moment later Maria was moaning in delight as Camilla followed directions.
Taylor smiled as Maria started to writhe beneath Camilla’s work. The two naked women looked so hot together, Camilla’s smaller brunette form pressed against Maria’s tall blonde body. Taylor could feel her own juices starting to flow again, but she was enjoying giving commands for the moment, so she held off her desire to jump on the bed with the two hotties, and kept telling them what to do.
“Maria, grab Camilla’s boobs and squeeze them up real good,” Taylor commanded. Maria didn’t argue, just groped the shorter girl’s tits and squeezed the breast flesh between her fingers.
“Oh, god,” Camilla moaned.
“Don’t stop fingering Maria, Camilla!”
“I’m going to cum!” Maria called out suddenly.
“W-what?” Taylor asked, surprised. “Already?”
“You ate my pussy earlier, remember?” Maria shot back over her shoulder.
“Uh, right, okay,” Taylor said. She took another deep breath. “Camilla, make Maria cum. Maria fight it, hold off as long as you can.”
“I love you, Dhriti,” Maria moaned as Camilla redoubled her efforts to finger the sports star to orgasm.
“I love you, too, Masha,” Camilla replied.
“Kiss each other!” Taylor called out. The two lovers didn’t have to be told twice, their lips meeting and their tongues twisting in each other’s mouth for but a brief moment before Maria went rigid, her eyes rolling back into her head, and she hissed out loud, as if all the air in her body was leaking out as her orgasm crashed over her.
To her ******, Camilla kept going, fingering Maria throughout her orgasm. The sound of her fingers sloshing through Maria’s wet folds sent another wave of sexual need through Taylor, but she held herself in check again - this was Maria’s turn. Then would come Camilla’s turn and then, if both girls were still up for it, Taylor would get her shot.
Maria finally caught her breath a few moments later, and Camilla stopped sliding her fingers in and out of her lover’s body as the tennis player collapsed on the bed.
“That was hot,” Maria whispered. Both Camilla and Taylor laughed.
“Are you going to join us now?” Camilla asked, propping herself up on an elbow to look over at Taylor seductively.
“Not yet,” Taylor said, smiling seductively. “I think Maria owes you something first.”
“Like what?” Maria asked, struggling to get up on her elbows like Camilla was.
“Like a big wet O,” Taylor said, smiling. “Maria, I want you to kiss both of Camilla’s breasts, then lick your way down to her clit.”
“Ooh, I like that suggestion!” Camilla said, dropping down flat on the bed and spreading her legs a bit. Maria climbed between them, then lowered her lips to each of Camilla’s nipples. She laid a soft, almost feather-light kiss on each eraser-hard nip before sticking her head between Camilla’s mounds and started to slowly lick her way down her lover’s body.
Taylor couldn’t resist much longer, and as Maria’s mouth made contact with Camilla’s clit, Taylor’s hand was inside her panties, rubbing her own little love button. As she massaged her own needs, she watched as Camilla placed her hands on Maria’s head, holding it close to her crotch while also stroking the athlete’s blonde hair.
Something about that seemed so sweet and innocent to Taylor that her hand stopped moving for a moment. She just sat there and watched as the two lovers had a tender moment between them.
Then the moment broke when Camilla spoke again.
“Stick a finger in my ass, Masha, I’m so close!”
Maria’s head bobbed up. “Can’t, Dhriti,” Maria said. “I’m not the one giving the orders here.”
“Taylor - Please! Tell her to stick a finger in my butt!”
“You like that?” Taylor said, surprised. Camilla seemed like such an innocent girl. Then again, Taylor wouldn’t have pegged her for being a lesbian, either, so her demand wasn’t that surprising.
“She loves it up the butt,” Maria giggled.
“Don’t say it like that!” Camilla scolded her.
“Maria, get back to licking Camilla,” Taylor ordered, still smiling at the thought of Camilla taking a finger up the butt. She almost wanted to go over the bed and do the dirty deed herself, but this moment was for Camilla and Maria - Taylor would get hers next.
If she could wait that long.
“All right, do her up the butt,” Taylor said, practically giggling as she spoke the words. Her hand returned to the inside of her panties, though she didn’t move it quite yet.
Maria didn’t need to be told twice, as she stuck one finger into her mouth, covered it with saliva, and then placed the tip at the entrance to Camilla’s back door.
“Ready?” Maria asked.
“Don’t ask her! Do what I say!” Taylor snapped, her hand back between her legs, stroking away at her own clit - something about watching Maria Sharapova finger Camilla Belle’s ass was really turning her on.
Maria gave Camilla a quick wink before slowly pushing her finger into Camilla’s ass.
“Ooohhh!” Camilla moaned. “Oh! Right there!”
“You’re so tight, me sweet,” Maria said. “Your ass is just gripping my finger.”
“Maria, lick Camilla again!” Taylor commanded, fingering herself wildly as she watched. Maria dropped her head back to Camilla’s crotch and did as she was told. Camilla’s hands returned to Maria’s head, though this time she gripped Maria’s hair hard and pulled her face deeper into her pussy.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, ohfuckohfuckohfuckohFUCK!” Camilla screamed as her second orgasm of the night ran through her body.
Taylor smiled at that - Camilla’s first orgasm had been a quiet, body-shaking event, but this one had been loud and practically ear-splitting. Both had been extremely sexy.
Maria kept the finger into Camilla’s ass through the entire orgasm, and from the juices coating her chin when she finally pulled up, she’d kept eating Camilla that whole time, too.
“God, you look so hot,” Camilla said, reaching down to pull Maria’s face to her own, kissing her lover passionately for a long moment. Taylor watched the two lovers making out, and again she felt her heart go out to them. They made such a perfect couple. They really did belong together.
And naked. Oh, they looked so good naked.
“Okay, wait,” Camilla said, breaking the kiss. “We’re forgetting someone here.”
“That’s right,” Maria said. The two looked over at Taylor.
“My turn?” Taylor asked with a smile.
“Your turn,” Camilla replied. “Now, get out of those panties.”
Taylor had spent a lot of money on her lacy white panties and matching bra, but if she’d ripped them to shreds like she had Camilla’s earlier, she wouldn’t have minded a bit. Still, she slid the silky fabric down her long legs, stepped out of the panties, and jumped on the bed.
Maria and Camilla were all over her the second she landed, Maria laying kisses on Taylor’s breasts while Camilla went for Taylor’s stomach. Their hands were everywhere, squeezing nipples, flicking her clit, running up and down her legs, messing up her hair. Taylor found herself surrounded by erotic sensations, and in her already aroused state, it was easy to lose track of who was doing what.
A tongue lapped at her nipple, a hand gripped her ass. Someone kissed her lips, and someone else sucked on her toes. She could hear Camilla whisper sweet nothings in her ear while Maria lapped at the folds of her pussy, and she saw blonde hair hovering above her tits as someone else kissed her clit.
For one brief second, Taylor imagined that this must be what heaven felt like - pure, sexual bliss.
Then, suddenly, Camilla was hovering over her head, smiling down at her. Maria was off to the side, fondling her girlfriend’s tits.
“We thought that since you ate Maria earlier, you should have a taste of me,” Camilla said, lowering her crotch to Taylor’s mouth.
Taylor happily started lapping away, finally tasting Camilla’s pussy.
Taylor had been forced to lap Maria earlier, and she could still taste a bit of the tennis player on her lips, but Camilla’s taste sang through, strong and sweet, with a slightly bitter aftertaste that only added to its appeal. Taylor drove her tongue harder into her new friend - how could you not be friends after all this sex? - and savored every drop she got out of Camilla.
Taylor was concentrating so hard on Camilla, she lost all track of Maria until she suddenly felt something at the entrance to her pussy - and it wasn’t a tongue.
“What the-” She started to say before something started to vibrate below her. “Oh my god!” Taylor gasped. Maria had pulled out a vibrator somewhere, and as the buzzing device came into contact with Taylor’s enlarged clit, it was like setting off fireworks in her brain.
“Oh my, oh fuck, oh yes, oh, oh, oh, OH, OH!” Taylor cried out, unable to keep her mouth closed, let alone on Camilla’s pussy as the sensations coming out of her pussy took over her brain.
“Don’t stop, please Don’t STOP!” Taylor cried, feeling her orgasm just below the surface, threatening to burst through.
And then Maria tapped a finger on Taylor’s puckered anus, and that was all it took. Country Music’s hottest starlet exploded in one of the most mind-blowing orgasms she’d ever had. Her eyes rolled back into her head and every fiber of her body seemed to ignite with lusty fire. She saw colors before her eyes that she’d never seen before, and her head seemed to be spinning like a top. For half a moment, she felt like she was going to leave her body and float away, dying in an orgasmic death that would’ve been the perfect way to go.
And then, finally, she started to come down, though her body was alive with electricity and lusty fire. When her eyes finally focused, she saw both Camilla and Maria looking down at her, a bit of concern on their faces.
“Joe’s not here, is he?” Taylor asked slowly, draping her arm off the side of the bed.
Camilla laughed. “No, he’s not here.”
“Then can you call him up and break up with him over the phone?” Taylor asked. “I want him to know I fucked you better than he ever could.”
All three girls laughed at that.
“Can I do it while you eat my pussy?” Camilla asked playfully.
“Any time,” Taylor said, giggling.
“Maria, go get my phone,” Camilla said, climbing back up the bed to straddle Taylor’s head again. “This is crazy, you know,” Camilla told Taylor.
“This is crazy,” Taylor said. “But we’re going to do it.”
And they did, and it was the strangest phone call Joe ever got - but it lasted more than 25 seconds.
By: TRL
“This is crazy.”
That one statement was all that kept running through Taylor Swift’s head as she sat in her car, trying to catch her breath. Over and over again, it just kept resonating there. And yet, here she was, In her car, just opposite the stylish house in Hollywood that Taylor had spent a small fortune having hunted down for just this reason.
“This is crazy.”
Everyone she’d spoken too had said so. Pickle had just about pulled her hair out when Taylor had spoken of the plan. Demi had practically walked out of the room. Selena and Miley, both of whom had just as much reason to do what Taylor was about to do, still thought she was out of her mind for even thinking about it.
“This is crazy.”
But Taylor had done some crazy stuff before in her life. Some would say even trying to become a massively popular singing sensation at her age was crazy. Others would say that trying to bring a bit more pop back into the country music scene was crazy. And others would say being so open about some of her relationships in her songs was even crazier.
“This is crazy.”
But Taylor had done all that - and even had some relationships no one knew anything about. And she’d always come out on top, having risked everything to do so. How was this different? Certainly, if she was caught, her career would be over. The tabloids would have a field day, and Taylor would have to return home to her parents and hide under her bed until the day she died - which probably wouldn’t be long after the embarrassment set in, she thought. She might even be in some kind of legal trouble if she did this.
“This is crazy.”
But maybe - just maybe - it would work, and everything would finally be almost right.
“This is crazy.”
Nothing would ever make it completely right. You just don’t dump someone over the phone like that in less than 25 seconds and never speak to them again. That’s just wrong, and if someone was going to keep doing that to girls he dated, well, then, he needed to learn a lesson. A painful lesson. One he wouldn’t soon forget.
Taylor took a deep breath.
“This is crazy,” she said aloud. “But I’m going to do it.”
She slipped out of her car and stood up, checking to see if any traffic was coming. This was a fairly ritzy area of the Hollywood Hills, and thankfully, the cops were doing a fairly decent job of keeping the Paparazzi away at the moment. That meant Taylor had a chance of doing this without being caught on camera before she even got in the house.
Assuming she ever got in the house. It was possible she might not get past the front door. That would suck, but Taylor had to take the chance. She just had to.
She crossed the street quickly, glad that the ht, sunglasses, and a long, black trench coat that came down to her knees - a feat in and of itself, considering Taylor’s long legs. She reached the door in question, and rung the doorbell, trying hard not to look around suspiciously while she waited.
“Coming! Coming! Hold on!” a voice called from inside. It was, Taylor was happy to hear, the voice she was expecting. It wouldn’t do for the wrong person to answer the door. That would just ruin everything.
Taylor didn’t have to wait long, but it felt like an eternity. She was certain a horde of paparazzi would come storming around the corner at any second, realize who she was, what she was doing, and before she had time to run back to her car, it’d be all over the web. She kept glancing over her shoulder, seeing nothing, hearing nothing, but fearing the worst.
Finally, the door swung open, and Taylor had an all new set of worries.
“Oh! You’re not who I was expecting.”
Camilla Belle was gorgeous when she was out in Hollywood. With long, dark brown hair and light brown eyes, she was classically beautiful. And her well-toned body spoke to those who saw her in very pleasing ways. Her ample chest and shapely legs could hypnotize anyone - and had apparently hypnotized Taylor’s last boyfriend.
Right now, though, Camilla wasn’t dressed for Hollywood. It looked like she was dressed for bed, which, considering the time of night, wasn’t too unreasonable. But it could’ve been the middle of the day in the heart of winter, and Camilla would’ve still looked beautiful.
She wore a grey wife-beater tank top with what looked like a spaghetti stain just to the left of her belly button that had been through more than a few washes and refused to give up. The neckline plunged low enough to show off ample amounts of her 34-inch chest. A pair of pink panties covered her bottom, thought they, too, looked like they’d seen better days. They did leave plenty of Camilla’s legs on display, and the display was awe inspiring. Flawless and well defined, Camilla’s stems were glorious in their own right - attached to the rest of the girl, they were almost too much for one person to stand.
Taylor began to understand why someone would jump at the chance to date Camilla.
Taylor took a deep breath and smiled. “Hello, Camilla,” she said, trying to force confidence into her voice that she didn’t exactly feel at that moment.
“Taylor Swift?” Camilla asked, clearly surprised to see Taylor standing on her doorstep.
“Joe’s not here, is he?” Taylor asked quickly.
“N-no. No! I haven’t actually seen him in-”
“Good,” Taylor said, cutting Camilla off and brazenly walking into the place. She had to act confidently, like she knew what she was doing. It was, after all, too late to turn back now.
“Ummmm come on in I guess…,” Camilla said, a touch of confusion on her voice as she closed the door behind Taylor.
Taylor immediately turned to face Camilla. “I’ve heard some rumors, Camilla.”
“Rumors?” Camilla asked. “About me and Joe?”
“No,” Taylor said, taking another deep breath. “About you.”
Taylor smiled slyly at Camilla‘s confused expression. She decided to clarify herself a bit.
“You and other girls.”
Camilla’s look was priceless. Her eyes went wide, and her mouth opened, trying to make words when none would come. Clearly, the rumors were at least somewhat true. And if they were true, Taylor was home free with her plans for the night. At least, she hoped she was.
“These rumors,” Taylor said, not giving Camilla a chance to speak, “They say you’ve got an eye for girls. That you’ve been spotted making out with hot blondes. That you’ve gone into bathroom stalls with other women. That you’ve been caught with your hand in the cookie jar, so to speak.”
“NO!” Camilla cried out. “I’ve never been caught-”
“But you’ve had your hands in other girl’s cookie jars, haven’t you?” Taylor said, taking a step closer to the brunette. Camilla wasn’t that much shorter than Taylor, maybe two or three inches, but right that moment, Taylor was using her full 5’11” frame to tower over the other girl.
“I didn’t say-”
“Sush,” Taylor said. “There’s nothing wrong with it, Camilla. Nothing at all.” Taylor was inching closer to the other girl, who was back up against the door she’d just closed.
“I just wonder…” Taylor said slowly, taking one last long step to come within an inch of the brunette. “Does Joe know you’re fucking girls behind his back?”
Camilla slammed her own back against the door in shock, clearly trying to get away from Taylor. Taylor was surprised she reacted quite so forcefully, but kept staring right into the other girl’s eyes.
“Well,” Taylor pressed. “Does he know?”
“No,” Camilla hissed.
Taylor’s smile could’ve lit up the entire western coast of the United States at that point. It was exactly the answer she’d been looking for.
“P-please, don’t tell him,” Camilla stuttered as Taylor smiled at her. “Please. I know you hate me, but-”
“Hate you?” Taylor said, surprised. “I don’t hate you at all. I think you’re fantastic! You’re a great actress and just beautiful beyond words! Why would I hate you?”
“B-because you think I stole Joe away from-”
“Hell no!” Taylor said. “You didn’t steal him away from me. That bastard left me because he thought he could do better elsewhere. And, who knows, maybe you are better, but that fucker couldn’t even give me the decency of a face-to-face break-up. Instead, he just called me on the phone, said it was over, and hung up before I could tear him a new one.”
Taylor looked Camilla right in the eyes again. “I don’t hate you, sweetie. I hate him.”
Silence filled the room for a long second - Taylor almost thought she heard water running somewhere in the background, but before the thought could really enter her head, Camilla spoke.
“I-I’m sorry?” she asked.
“No, don’t be sorry,” Taylor said, stepping even closer to Camilla, close enough that Camilla’s tank-top cover breasts pressed against Taylor’s trench coat.
“W-what are you-” Camilla started to ask, but Taylor cut her off with a kiss. Soft and sweet, Taylor gently kissed the other girl right on the lips. She could taste a sweet, fruity flavor of lip balm on Camilla’s lips, and to her surprise, Camilla made no move to stop the kiss.
So Taylor kissed harder.
As Taylor deepened the kiss, Camilla opened her mouth, allowing Taylor to slip her tongue inside and playfully tangle with Camilla’s. For a long moment, the two just made out, allowing their lips and tongues to say things neither one thought they could use their voice to say.
And then, knowing she had to move quickly, Taylor broke the kiss.
“W-wait!” Camilla gasped, clearly surprised.
Taylor quickly walked into the room and stood next to the couch. Then, she turned to face Camilla and gently tugged on the belt of the black trench coat. The coat fell open, revealing what Taylor wore underneath.
Camilla’s breath caught in her throat, making Taylor smile. It was so nice to have that kind of effect on someone so beautiful, like Camilla. And while Camilla certainly wasn’t the first woman to swoon over Taylor’s appearance, she was the first person to see her wearing this outfit, and that made Taylor feel that much better about what was about to happen.
Taylor wore nothing but white under her black trench coat, which she now let fall to the floor. Underneath she had on bra and panties, both as pure white as new fallen snow. Both items were lacy and were dangerously close to see-through. A three-inch strip of lace below the cups of her breasts and above the waist of her panties hid a bit more of Taylor’s skin, but that only added to the allure - and it was clear that Camilla found Taylor VERY alluring.
“W-what-?” Camilla started to ask, but Taylor hushed her by bringing her finger to her lips. She didn’t say a word as she took Camilla by the hand and lead her toward the couch.
“So you like girls,” Taylor whispered in Camilla’s ear. “Well, I like girls, too. And I like you.”
“Oh, god,” Camilla moaned as Taylor placed her hands on Camilla’s shoulders.
“I want you to embrace your love of girls, Camilla,” Taylor breathed into the other girl’s ear as she slowly pushed Camilla down onto the couch. “And when you’re done, you’re going to love being with women so much, you’ll forget all about Joe and his virgin penis.”
“B-but-”
“Shush,” Taylor said, kissing Camilla to silence her. She pushed the brunette back down on the couch, and then straddled her leg while continuing to make out. Camilla tried to push her off, but Taylor wasn’t going to let her. She grabbed each of Camilla’s wrists with her own hands and pushed them up over the other girl’s head.
“Oh no, no getting out of this that easily,” Taylor said huskily, starting to feel her own juices flowing deep inside her.
“B-but-”
“No buts,” Taylor said as she used one hand to pin Camilla’s above her head, and let the other one drop down to cup one of the brunette’s impressive tits.
“God, these are lovely,” Taylor said, playing with Camilla’s nipple though the thin fabric of the T-shirt. The nipple went instantly hard - as did its companion on the other breast - and Taylor lowered her mouth onto it, sucking away through the cotton.
“Oh!” Camilla moaned - she had very sensitive nipples, Taylor could tell. “Oh, please-” Taylor silenced the other girl by placing a finger on Camilla’s lips. She then switched breasts and started sucking at the other nipple. Camilla moaned again, but didn’t say anything this time.
“I love your breasts,” Taylor said, removing her hand long enough to grope both boobs individually. “They’re so perky.”
Truth be told, Camilla’s breasts weren’t too much larger than Taylor’s - but on Camilla’s slightly smaller frame, they seemed to fit her body better. And Taylor envied that fit. She also lusted after them, and suddenly decided she’d had enough of tasting cotton while sucking on Camilla’s nipples.
“This just HAS to go,” Taylor said, pulling the fabric of the tank-top down, unveiling Camilla’s breasts one at a time. The brunette gasped, but Taylor hushed her with another quick kiss. The neckline of the tank top was drawn tight now, pulling Camilla’s breasts up a bit like a crude push-up bra, making them appear even bigger and more delicious.
“Oh, these are just perfect,” Taylor said, gently taking one nipple into her mouth and slowly circling her tongue around it. Camilla’s body shivered under Taylor’s, and the signer didn’t stop. Camilla hissed as Taylor’s tongue made another round, and suddenly the brunette’s arms jumped. Taylor almost lost hold of them, but managed to keep a death grip on them, forcing them back down above Camilla’s head.
“Tut-tut,” Taylor said, giving Camilla a nasty smile as she used her free hand to pinch Camilla’s other nipple. “You’re mine now, Camilla. Just lay back and enjoy it.”
“Please, wait-” Camilla tried again to speak, but Taylor pinched harder on the nipple, making the actress yip in pain.
“No talking,” Taylor said, kissing Camilla again. “Nothing you could say would make me stop anyway.” Taylor moved her lips down to Camilla’s neck and started sucking on it. Camilla swooned under Taylor, her lips parting to let out a silent cry.
“Oh, you like that, huh?” Taylor said, switching to the other side of Camilla’s neck to repeat the process.
“Oh, fuuuuuuck,” Camilla moaned, one of her legs wrapping around Taylor’s.
“That’s it, baby,” Taylor said, kissing her way down over Camilla’s collarbone. “Give in to me. You know you want me.”
“No,” Camilla hissed.
“Yes,” Taylor hissed back. Her lips trailed down between Camilla’s exposed cleavage, leaving a tiny trail of saliva as she went. “You want me. You want me so bad.”
“No, no,” Camilla said, trying again to wiggle out from under Taylor. But Taylor was just a bigger girl than Camilla, and the singer had the actress right where she wanted her. Taylor’s lips returned to Camilla’s nipple, this time with no fabric blocking the way. It took one little lick to send a wave of shivers down Camilla’s lithe little body, and for long moments, the only sound escaping her lips were moans of pleasure.
“You have the tastiest breasts,” Taylor giggled as she lifted her head from one tit and moved to the other. Camilla gasped for breath as Taylor moved, once again trying to break free. She gave up her fight, however, the moment Taylor’s mouth returned to her chest.
“Ohhh, fuck,” Camilla moaned, making Taylor giggle so much that she had to pull off the other girl’s breasts for a moment.
“Oh, god, you have to stop,” Camilla said, but it was too late. Taylor leaned up and kissed the brunette once to silence her, then looked down her body.
“Those are some really old panties, aren’t they?” Taylor asked, her fingers trailing down the other girl’s body slowly, playfully. “You should really throw them out.”
“Please,” Camilla started to speak again, but Taylor silenced her with a mischievous look. Taylor was quiet as she slid her hand down over Camilla’s stomach before reaching the waistline of Camilla’s worn panties. She licked each of Camilla’s nipples once more before sending her hand under the waist line and kept going down.
“Ooooohhh,” Camilla moaned as Taylor’s fingers slid through a well-trimmed patch of pubic hair before reaching Camilla’s sacred valley. When Taylor’s finger tips first passed onto the warm, wet folds, Camilla’s body went stiff, her arms stretching almost impossibly further above her head than Taylor was already holding them.
“Someone’s happy to see me,” Taylor whispered, feeling Camilla’s wetness coating the tips of her fingers.
“Wait, please, don’t-” Camilla started to protest, but Taylor swiftly sank her fingers down into Camilla’s pussy, passing right over her clit before opening up the actress.
“Whoa, you ARE happy to see me,” Taylor said, honestly surprised by just how wet Camilla was. With ease, three of Taylor’s fingers dropped down inside of her captive’s most private of areas. Taylor had thought maybe Camilla would be excited by her aggressive seduction, but this was more than she could’ve ever hoped for. It was almost as if Camilla had been in desperate need of sex tonight anyway.
Well, that suited Taylor just fine.
Carefully, Taylor began to pull her three fingers in and out of Camilla’s pussy. It wasn’t easy - Camilla’s panties made moving her wrist difficult to do. But even at this slow pace, the reactions crossing Camilla’s face made it worth the effort - made the whole crazy plan worth it.
“Ohohohohoh!” Camilla started gasping as Taylor slowly fucked her pussy. Her nipples seemed to become even harder then they already were, and her whole body started to shake in a most pleasing way.
“Like that too, huh?” Taylor said, a hint of her southern drawl entering her voice. “Well, let’s get these old things off of you.” With that, she pulled her hand free of Camilla’s pussy and panties. The actress gasped in shock - clearly not expecting to have her pleasure cut off so quickly after it started.
“Raise your butt,” Taylor commanded as she grabbed the front of Camilla’s panties with her still-wet fingers. Camilla followed orders - surprising Taylor a bit - but couldn’t lift herself far with the singer still lying atop her. Taylor tried to slide the panties down away from Camilla’s snatch, but they refused to move.
“What’d you do, superglue these things on?” Taylor asked, trying again to slide them over Camilla’s shapely hips.
“They’re old,” Camilla said quickly.
“Hush, no talking from you,” Taylor said, getting frustrated. She took a deep breath, and just yanked down hard with her free hand.
To both her and Camilla’s surprise, the panties didn’t slide down, but instead ripped in a dozen places, practically disintegrating in Taylor’s hand.
“Whoops,” Taylor said, holding up a piece of fabric. “Sorry, I’ll buy you some new ones.”
“Uh, thanks?” Camilla replied.
“I promise, this will be worth it,” Taylor said, chucking the fabric and sinking her fingers back into Camilla’s warm, wet snatch in one smooth move.
“Wait, wait- OHMYGOD!” Camilla exclaimed as Taylor placed her thumb right over Camilla’s bright little clit. “Oh, fuck, fuck, FUCK!” Camilla continued to cry out as Taylor began to circle Camilla’s bud.
“See, I told you it would be worth it,” Taylor said, reaching down with her lips to gently lick Camilla’s nipple again while still fucking her with her fingers. Camilla seemed to falter beneath Taylor now, her whole body going a bit limp as Taylor had her way with almost every sensitive area of the brunette’s body. Taylor felt the last little bit of Camilla’s fight fall out of her arms, and was able to take the hand she’d been holding them with down to cup Camilla’s other breast.
There’d be no stopping Taylor now - Camilla was hers.
Taylor increased the pace of her finger fucking, plunging deeper into her new conquest with each stroke. At the same time, her tongue made circles around one of Camilla’s nipples that she tried to match with her thumb down around Camilla’s clit. Taylor had done this before, but more importantly, she’d had this done to her before, and knew just how awesome it felt. If Camilla wasn’t a lesbian before this, Taylor was certain she’d be at least Bi any second now.
“OhfuckohfuckohfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK!” Camilla blabbered, her head rolling about on her neck. Her arms now flopped by her side with one of them hitting the floor beside the couch, as if all the life had drained out of them when Taylor let go. Her breasts almost seemed to swell under Taylor’s ministrations, or perhaps under pressure from the tank top that still pressed them up against their will. As Taylor took a moment to glance across the body of her new lover, everything about Camilla seemed to scream complete surrender.
It was one of the hottest things Taylor had ever seen in her life, and she could feel the front of her own panties starting to grow damp with unmet lust.
But, first things first. Get Camilla off - show her how amazing another woman could make her feel first, then teach her to share that feeling. Then get her to dump that asshole Ex of Taylor’s, and the two girls could be friends and lovers from then on.
It all made perfect sense to Taylor.
And it was working.
Camilla’s whole body was trembling beneath Taylor now, her nerves shot through with sexual lusts and needs. Her body was clearly reacting positively to Taylor’s efforts, as her pussy was starting to get extra juicy, coating Taylor’s fingers as they plunged into Camilla’s folds.
Suddenly, Camilla’s body tensed, her eyes squeezing shut like vices, and her entire body shook like it had been hit with an earthquake. As Taylor’s eyes went wide, she watched Camilla’s orgasm shake, rattle, and roll through the actress’ body for a solid minute, practically sending the poor girl into a seizure.
It was, Taylor realized, one of the sexiest things she’d ever seen. She hoped that Camilla would be able to make her feel that good when she came around.
Taylor was about to see if Camilla was up to calling her damn boyfriend and breaking up, or maybe just standing up and getting a drink, or even doing to Taylor what Taylor had just done to her, when suddenly there was a new voice in the room.
“I love your water pressure - it’s so much better than - CAMILLA?!?!”
Before Taylor could turn her head around to see what was happening, a pair of hands landed on her shoulders and tossed her off Camilla like she was nothing but a rag doll.
The room and Taylor’s head seemed to spin as she crashed against the wall, stars appearing before her eyes. For a long moment, she didn’t know what was happening, and then suddenly a heavy weight landed atop her, shoving her to the floor.
“How dare you!” A voice screamed, shoving Taylor’s head to the floor. “You come into her house and rape her? Who do you think you are?”
“Ma-” Camilla started to say, but the person on top of Taylor snarled.
“Let me deal with this bitch, Camilla. She’ll never hurt you again, my love.”
A hand swung around and slapped Taylor on the face, twisting her neck hard enough to hurt.
“OUCH!” Taylor cried out. “That HURT!”
“So will this!” The woman said - Taylor only knew she was a woman from her voice - even though it was rather accented, it was clearly female - Taylor had yet to see her face, as her eyes were covered with her own curly blonde hair as the woman slapped her again, just as hard as the first time.
“Maria, please!” Camilla called out, but the woman - Maria? - shoved Taylor’s shoulders hard against the wall, then slapped each of Taylor’s breasts.
“Hey!” Taylor shouted. “Personal space!”
“You raped my girlfriend, whore!” Maria shouted. “I should kill you!”
“Maria! No!” Camilla pleaded.
“You like raping helpless girls?” Maria demanded, smashing Taylor’s shoulders against the wall again. “Do you?! DO YOU?!”
“N-no! It wasn’t rape, it-” Taylor tried to speak, but the other woman slapped her again, this time hard enough to send her sprawling to the floor.
“You think you can walk into a woman’s house and just rape her any old way you like? I’ll show you!” Maria said, standing over Taylor again.
Suddenly, Taylor could see her, and to her utter surprise, she recognized her! Maria Sharapova towered over Taylor, her face a study in pure anger. She wore only a towel around her hair and another around her chest. The towel around her body was open enough at the bottom that Taylor could see that Maria had shaved her pubic hair off, and from the angle the singer was in, she could see that very easily. Her skin was still coated with drops of water from the shower she’d clearly been in while Taylor was having her way with Camilla, and all in all, if she hadn’t been threatening to beat the living daylights out of her, Taylor would’ve been extremely turned on by what she was seeing right that moment.
“This is crazy!” Camilla shouted, but Maria wasn’t listening to her, clearly. As the towel dropped away from Maria’s chest, revealing two small but perky little breasts with very erect nipples, Taylor belatedly remembered that some of those rumors she’d heard about Camilla had stated that Camilla’s lesbian lover was none other than long-time friend Maria Sharapova. Taylor had ruled that out at once - what were the odds of two famous women in Hollywood being both lesbian and horrible at keeping it hidden? Taylor’s own lust for females was easily hidden, and her few more well-known friends were just as skilled at hiding their lusts. If Camilla and Maria were together, they were horrible at hiding it, because everyone suspected they were together!
They even had a one-word name for the couple, Mamilla! Like they were Brangelina or Tom-Kat or something crazy like that.
No, those rumors had to be false. Camilla might have liked girls, or maybe been just curious, but no way was she with Maria Sharapova, Taylor had thought. That was just crazy, like some teenaged boy’s wet dream. Stuff like that didn’t happen in real life.
Now, however, presented with a naked and vengeful Maria Sharapova lowering her wet, naked body over her own, Taylor had to concede that maybe, just maybe, those rumors were true.
And if that was the case, Camilla was a lucky woman, because Maria was hot!
That was the last thought Taylor managed to get out before the tennis player grabbed the singer’s blonde hair and shoved her head right into her crotch. Taylor gasped in surprise, and before she could close her mouth, it was on Maria’s snatch, the clean and fresh smells and tastes of Maria’s post-shower body filling her senses even as pain began to register from her scalp.
“Eat, bitch!” Maria said, her accent increasing slightly as she shoved Taylor’s face harder against her pussy.
“Maria!” Camilla shouted, but the tennis player ignored the actress again, twisting Taylor’s hair in her hands to get her to cooperate.
Taylor, sensing she was in a lot of trouble, obeyed at once, sticking out her tongue and penetrating Maria’s pussy lips at once.
“Mmmm, that’s it, you bitch,” Maria said, pulling even harder on Taylor’s hair. “Lick my pussy, you whore. You think you can come in here and rape my girlfriend? I’ll show you. I’m going to cum all over your pretty little face before I beat it into a pulp.”
“MARIA!” Camilla shouted. “Don’t!”
“You want me to stop, Camilla?” Maria shouted back. “Then call the cops and report this bitch. But I’m getting my pound of flesh out of her one way or another!”
“Maria!” Camilla gasped, but the tennis player ignored her and kept grinding Taylor’s face into her crotch.
Taylor had licked girls before, and she didn’t mind it. Maria tasted a bit like soap, though there was enough of the tangy taste of pussy in there for Taylor to know that Maria was excited about this. Then again, perhaps she had been hoping to get some Camilla before she’d discovered Taylor atop her girlfriend, and Taylor was tasting the remains of that anticipated lovemaking. Either way, Taylor kept licking, making sure to run her tongue up the tennis player’s slit all the way to her clit before starting over again.
It occurred to Taylor about then that if she got Maria off, truly made the taller girl cum, then she might get out of this situation without having Maria beat her to a pulp. If nothing else, Taylor might be able to make a run for it while Maria was recovering. She wouldn’t want to read the headlines in the tabloids when she was caught running around Hollywood in just some sexy white lingerie, but it would be better than the headlines in the real papers if she was in the hospital, her face unrecognizable, after Maria used her as a punching bag.
So Taylor reached up with both hands and wrapped them around Maria’s perky, athletic ass. The blonde athlete went stiff for a moment, but when Taylor only increased her licking, she eased up.
“Seems your rapist likes what she’s doing - she’s such a terrible slut, isn’t she?” Maria said. The comment might have been said to Camilla, but it was clearly aimed at Taylor, who could only keep eating Maria’s pussy and hope like hell she was getting the other woman off.
“Maria, please, this is crazy!” Camilla said again. “You can’t do this to her!”
“I can’t?” Maria asked, twisting Taylor’s hair harder. She yelped in pain, but kept licking. Maria’s slit.
“No! You’re raping her!” Camilla exclaimed.
“Just like the slut raped you,” Maria said. “Do you want to get back at her? Do you want to rape her, too?”
“NO!” Camilla cried. Taylor felt a twinge of guilt - she’d been getting really turned on by Camilla moments ago, before Maria arrived, and she’d been looking forward to having sex with the actress.
“Come on, help take her panties off - we can stick that cucumber you’ve been saving in her pussy.”
That made Taylor’s eyes go wide, and for the first time, she tried to really pull away from Maria. The idea of a cucumber penetrating her pussy was not appealing to Taylor at all.
“I threw that out the other day,” Camilla said, almost casually. “It was starting to rot.”
“Too bad,” Maria said, shoving Taylor’s head back between her legs. “Don’t stop, slut! You’re mine!”
Taylor redoubled her effort, relieved to learn she wasn’t going to be raped by a cucumber. Her face was coated with Maria’s juices now, and the soap taste seemed to have vanished as Maria’s juices flowed onto Taylor’s lips. Maria seemed to be getting off on being in charge.
“Don’t hurt her, Maria,” Camilla said. “She didn’t rape me!”
Maria seemed to stop, though Taylor kept her grip on the athlete’s ass and kept licking.
“What do you mean, she didn’t rape you?” Maria demanded, finally listening. The hand she had wrapped in Taylor’s hair didn’t move, and Taylor had a feeling this wasn’t over yet.
“She came here to seduce me, Masha,” Camilla said, calling her by a nickname, Taylor assumed.
“Is this true?” Maria asked. Taylor tried to speak, but her mouth was shoved too closely to Maria’s pussy.
“You have to let her speak, Maria!” Camilla said.
Taylor felt the hand holding her hair release. She took one last lick of Maria’s pussy, then pushed her head back away from the other girl’s crotch.
“It’s true,” Taylor said, feeling her face flush. “I wanted to seduce Camilla.”
“Why?” Maria demanded. “Were you trying to steal her away from me?”
“I didn’t even know you two were dating!” Taylor exclaimed. “I’d heard that Camilla might be a lesbian, and I wanted her to-”
“How on earth did you hear I was a lesbian, but not with Maria?” Camilla asked, sounding surprised. “I mean, our relationship’s the basis for all those rumors anyway!”
“I don’t know, I just heard you liked to fool around with girls,” Taylor said, honestly.
“Well, maybe that’s a good sign,” Maria said. “If they no longer think we’re a couple, we can be together more often.”
“But who else would I be having lesbian sex with?” Camilla said, sounding flustered.
“Me?” Taylor asked carefully.
That quieted the room at once.
“You were cheating on me?” Maria asked at once, her anger shifting towards Camilla.
“Oh, don’t give me that look, you’ve enjoyed plenty of other women since we started sleeping together!”
“I have not!” Maria said.
“Oh yeah, what about Maria Kirilenko?”
“What about her?” Maria asked, suddenly sounding defensive.
“What about her?” Camilla said, getting angry. “I walked in on the two of you buck naked, shoving penis shaped soap bars at each other’s crotches! And don’t you ever dare say you were helping her wash up!”
“I was!”
“You weren’t even in the shower, Maria! You were naked and all over her on a bench!”
“Should I be going?” Taylor asked, not wanting to get into any more trouble than she already was with these two. Maria had let go of her hair now, and Taylor found herself sitting on the floor, looking up at Maria’s naked body and Camilla’s barely clad body as the two lovers argued with each other. If she could ease her way out now, before they remembered it was her that started this whole mess.
“NO!” Both Maria and Camilla shouted.
“You cheated on me, Maria, and you’ve been cheating on me since we got together!” Camilla cried.
“We never said we were exclusive!” Maria said. “You knew I’d been with other women!”
“Yes, I knew, and now you won’t let ME be with other women! You’re greedy, Maria! What if it had been me walking up to Taylor here wearing nothing but a trench coat and really cute lingerie?”
“Thank you?” Taylor said quietly as she slinked back away from the fighting duo.
“Why would you want to sleep with other women?” Maria demanded. “I am not enough for you?”
“Well, I’m not enough for you! And don’t deny it - you sleep around like it’s going out of style.”
“Fine, you want to sleep around, sleep around!” Maria shouted. “Start with this little whore! See if I care.” Maria reached down and grabbed Taylor’s hair again.
“OUCH!” Taylor cried out as Maria hauled her halfway across the room and planted her at Camilla’s feet.
“Lick her pussy, bitch!” Maria said. “Go on, do it!”
Taylor looked up at Camilla. The brunette was still only wearing her tank top, which was pulled down over her breasts to expose them, though it had the effect of raising them up as well. Her panties were gone - destroyed when Taylor had tried to yank them off earlier, now that Camilla was standing, the shreds of remaining fabric had fallen to the floor somewhere else, leaving the actress bare from the waist down. Somehow, that ratty old tank top made Camilla look all the more sumptuous to Taylor.
Without thinking, Taylor got up on her knees and started to kiss Camilla’s clit.
To her surprise, Camilla didn’t move, and soon enough Taylor was working her way into the other girl’s folds, the tangy taste of pussy coating the singer’s tongue.
“You’re going to do it?” Maria said, surprised. “Right in front of me?”
“If it makes you understand how I feel,” Camilla said, reaching down to gently stroke Taylor’s hair.
“SHE TRIED TO RAPE YOU!”
“NO!” Camilla shouted back. “She tried to seduce me, and she did! Now, you can either shut up and get out, or you can get over here and join me - I love you Maria, and if we’re going to be sleeping with other girls, we might as well do it together.”
“W-what?” Taylor said, breaking her efforts on Camilla’s pussy.
“Oh, I’m sorry - do you not want to sleep with Maria?” Camilla asked, concern in her voice.
“No, Maria’s hot,” Taylor admitted. “But I feel like I missed a step somewhere.”
“You haven’t,” Camilla said. “We have this fight a lot - we’re used to it.”
“And it leads to great make-up sex,” Maria added, walking over to kiss Camilla on the mouth.
“And now I’m part of the make-up sex?” Taylor asked.
“If you want to be,” Maria said, smiling at the singer for the first time all night.
Taylor shook her head, trying to clear away the confusion in her head. She’d come here to seduce one woman, almost got raped by another, and if she didn’t run out of the building right this second, she’d be in the middle of a threesome with them both, while somehow avoiding getting her ass kicked and getting caught in the middle of a lover’s spat in-between all of this.
“This is crazy,” Taylor said.
“Just go with it,” Maria said, lifting Taylor to her feet.
“We’d be more comfortable in the bedroom, don’t you think?” Camilla asked, taking Taylor by the hand and leading her further into the house.
It seemed Taylor was getting involved in that threesome, whether she wanted to or not.
Camilla lead Taylor into the bedroom, and right away, all Taylor could see was the big, queen-sized bed with the sheets already turned down. Clearly, Camilla and Maria had planned on spending time together in bed before Taylor had interrupted them. On the bedside table, a trio of candles lay unlit, next to a packet of matches. Taylor wondered if perhaps the girls were aiming for a romantic evening before she arrived.
Suddenly, a wave of guilt washed over her. “I’m so sorry, you two clearly had plans for tonight, and I ruined them,” she said, stopping dead in her tracks.
“Nonsense,” Camilla said, pulling Taylor towards (toward) the bed. “While we had plans, they were mostly just to fuck each other senseless. Now you’re here, and we can get a little more exciting in bed.”
“We’ve never shared a girl before,” Maria said, running a hand down Taylor’s back. “This should be fun.”
“Fun, yeah,” Taylor said, still nervous.
“You should really get naked,” Camilla said, finally stripping off her tank top, throwing the ratty fabric to the floor and standing before the other two girls completely naked now. Aside from a red line on her skin where the neckline had pressed against the bottom of her boobs, Camilla’s naked body was flawless, and Taylor started to remember just how much she had enjoyed getting into the other girl’s panties earlier.
“Let me help you,” Maria said. Still behind Taylor, she reached up and deftly undid the clasp on Taylor’s bra, sending the lacy fabric falling from atop Taylor’s breasts, free them at once.
Reacting on instinct, Taylor gasped and covered her chest with her hands, making both Camilla and Maria laugh.
“You have nothing we haven’t seen before,” Maria jokingly said to the singer. “I dress with girls every day.”
“And I sleep with her at night,” Camilla added, taking Taylor’s two hands and uncovering the other girl’s breasts. “Now, see, you’re lovely.”
“Sorry, just kind of surprised me,” Taylor said, feeling a bit like a dork. She’d come here to seduce Camilla, now she was getting shy when her own bra came off? She’d already gotten an orgasm out of Camilla and spent time licking Maria’s pussy, why was she freaking out now?
It was time she took back some control, she decided. When she’d been in control over Camilla, everything had been going perfectly. It was only when Maria came in and took over that Taylor had lost sight of what she wanted.
So, Taylor took a deep breath, and decided to retake control of this situation.
“Get on the bed,” She said, looking at Camilla.
“Okay,” Camilla said, smiling sweetly at Taylor.
“Maria, you join her,” Taylor said, actually pointing at the bed itself.
“All right,” Maria said, wary but willing to do something she was going to do anyway.
Taylor smiled. That was the first step. Now, to see how far she could take this.
“Camilla, kiss Maria’s nipples,” Taylor ordered.
“Excuse me?” Camilla asked, surprised.
Taylor put her hands on her hips and put some force into her voice. “Kiss Maria’s nipples. Now.”
“Okay, okay,” Camilla said, shrugging as she leaned down and kissed each of Maria’s nipples, sucking a bit on the last one.
“Oh, that’s nice,” Maria replied.
“Maria, be quiet and kiss Camilla’s neck.”
“Her neck?”
“Do it!” Taylor ordered. Maria instantly dropped her lips to Camilla’s neck and started kissing.
“Good. Camilla, while she’s doing that, find Maria’s clit with your fingers.” Camilla didn’t hesitate, and a moment later Maria was moaning in delight as Camilla followed directions.
Taylor smiled as Maria started to writhe beneath Camilla’s work. The two naked women looked so hot together, Camilla’s smaller brunette form pressed against Maria’s tall blonde body. Taylor could feel her own juices starting to flow again, but she was enjoying giving commands for the moment, so she held off her desire to jump on the bed with the two hotties, and kept telling them what to do.
“Maria, grab Camilla’s boobs and squeeze them up real good,” Taylor commanded. Maria didn’t argue, just groped the shorter girl’s tits and squeezed the breast flesh between her fingers.
“Oh, god,” Camilla moaned.
“Don’t stop fingering Maria, Camilla!”
“I’m going to cum!” Maria called out suddenly.
“W-what?” Taylor asked, surprised. “Already?”
“You ate my pussy earlier, remember?” Maria shot back over her shoulder.
“Uh, right, okay,” Taylor said. She took another deep breath. “Camilla, make Maria cum. Maria fight it, hold off as long as you can.”
“I love you, Dhriti,” Maria moaned as Camilla redoubled her efforts to finger the sports star to orgasm.
“I love you, too, Masha,” Camilla replied.
“Kiss each other!” Taylor called out. The two lovers didn’t have to be told twice, their lips meeting and their tongues twisting in each other’s mouth for but a brief moment before Maria went rigid, her eyes rolling back into her head, and she hissed out loud, as if all the air in her body was leaking out as her orgasm crashed over her.
To her ******, Camilla kept going, fingering Maria throughout her orgasm. The sound of her fingers sloshing through Maria’s wet folds sent another wave of sexual need through Taylor, but she held herself in check again - this was Maria’s turn. Then would come Camilla’s turn and then, if both girls were still up for it, Taylor would get her shot.
Maria finally caught her breath a few moments later, and Camilla stopped sliding her fingers in and out of her lover’s body as the tennis player collapsed on the bed.
“That was hot,” Maria whispered. Both Camilla and Taylor laughed.
“Are you going to join us now?” Camilla asked, propping herself up on an elbow to look over at Taylor seductively.
“Not yet,” Taylor said, smiling seductively. “I think Maria owes you something first.”
“Like what?” Maria asked, struggling to get up on her elbows like Camilla was.
“Like a big wet O,” Taylor said, smiling. “Maria, I want you to kiss both of Camilla’s breasts, then lick your way down to her clit.”
“Ooh, I like that suggestion!” Camilla said, dropping down flat on the bed and spreading her legs a bit. Maria climbed between them, then lowered her lips to each of Camilla’s nipples. She laid a soft, almost feather-light kiss on each eraser-hard nip before sticking her head between Camilla’s mounds and started to slowly lick her way down her lover’s body.
Taylor couldn’t resist much longer, and as Maria’s mouth made contact with Camilla’s clit, Taylor’s hand was inside her panties, rubbing her own little love button. As she massaged her own needs, she watched as Camilla placed her hands on Maria’s head, holding it close to her crotch while also stroking the athlete’s blonde hair.
Something about that seemed so sweet and innocent to Taylor that her hand stopped moving for a moment. She just sat there and watched as the two lovers had a tender moment between them.
Then the moment broke when Camilla spoke again.
“Stick a finger in my ass, Masha, I’m so close!”
Maria’s head bobbed up. “Can’t, Dhriti,” Maria said. “I’m not the one giving the orders here.”
“Taylor - Please! Tell her to stick a finger in my butt!”
“You like that?” Taylor said, surprised. Camilla seemed like such an innocent girl. Then again, Taylor wouldn’t have pegged her for being a lesbian, either, so her demand wasn’t that surprising.
“She loves it up the butt,” Maria giggled.
“Don’t say it like that!” Camilla scolded her.
“Maria, get back to licking Camilla,” Taylor ordered, still smiling at the thought of Camilla taking a finger up the butt. She almost wanted to go over the bed and do the dirty deed herself, but this moment was for Camilla and Maria - Taylor would get hers next.
If she could wait that long.
“All right, do her up the butt,” Taylor said, practically giggling as she spoke the words. Her hand returned to the inside of her panties, though she didn’t move it quite yet.
Maria didn’t need to be told twice, as she stuck one finger into her mouth, covered it with saliva, and then placed the tip at the entrance to Camilla’s back door.
“Ready?” Maria asked.
“Don’t ask her! Do what I say!” Taylor snapped, her hand back between her legs, stroking away at her own clit - something about watching Maria Sharapova finger Camilla Belle’s ass was really turning her on.
Maria gave Camilla a quick wink before slowly pushing her finger into Camilla’s ass.
“Ooohhh!” Camilla moaned. “Oh! Right there!”
“You’re so tight, me sweet,” Maria said. “Your ass is just gripping my finger.”
“Maria, lick Camilla again!” Taylor commanded, fingering herself wildly as she watched. Maria dropped her head back to Camilla’s crotch and did as she was told. Camilla’s hands returned to Maria’s head, though this time she gripped Maria’s hair hard and pulled her face deeper into her pussy.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, ohfuckohfuckohfuckohFUCK!” Camilla screamed as her second orgasm of the night ran through her body.
Taylor smiled at that - Camilla’s first orgasm had been a quiet, body-shaking event, but this one had been loud and practically ear-splitting. Both had been extremely sexy.
Maria kept the finger into Camilla’s ass through the entire orgasm, and from the juices coating her chin when she finally pulled up, she’d kept eating Camilla that whole time, too.
“God, you look so hot,” Camilla said, reaching down to pull Maria’s face to her own, kissing her lover passionately for a long moment. Taylor watched the two lovers making out, and again she felt her heart go out to them. They made such a perfect couple. They really did belong together.
And naked. Oh, they looked so good naked.
“Okay, wait,” Camilla said, breaking the kiss. “We’re forgetting someone here.”
“That’s right,” Maria said. The two looked over at Taylor.
“My turn?” Taylor asked with a smile.
“Your turn,” Camilla replied. “Now, get out of those panties.”
Taylor had spent a lot of money on her lacy white panties and matching bra, but if she’d ripped them to shreds like she had Camilla’s earlier, she wouldn’t have minded a bit. Still, she slid the silky fabric down her long legs, stepped out of the panties, and jumped on the bed.
Maria and Camilla were all over her the second she landed, Maria laying kisses on Taylor’s breasts while Camilla went for Taylor’s stomach. Their hands were everywhere, squeezing nipples, flicking her clit, running up and down her legs, messing up her hair. Taylor found herself surrounded by erotic sensations, and in her already aroused state, it was easy to lose track of who was doing what.
A tongue lapped at her nipple, a hand gripped her ass. Someone kissed her lips, and someone else sucked on her toes. She could hear Camilla whisper sweet nothings in her ear while Maria lapped at the folds of her pussy, and she saw blonde hair hovering above her tits as someone else kissed her clit.
For one brief second, Taylor imagined that this must be what heaven felt like - pure, sexual bliss.
Then, suddenly, Camilla was hovering over her head, smiling down at her. Maria was off to the side, fondling her girlfriend’s tits.
“We thought that since you ate Maria earlier, you should have a taste of me,” Camilla said, lowering her crotch to Taylor’s mouth.
Taylor happily started lapping away, finally tasting Camilla’s pussy.
Taylor had been forced to lap Maria earlier, and she could still taste a bit of the tennis player on her lips, but Camilla’s taste sang through, strong and sweet, with a slightly bitter aftertaste that only added to its appeal. Taylor drove her tongue harder into her new friend - how could you not be friends after all this sex? - and savored every drop she got out of Camilla.
Taylor was concentrating so hard on Camilla, she lost all track of Maria until she suddenly felt something at the entrance to her pussy - and it wasn’t a tongue.
“What the-” She started to say before something started to vibrate below her. “Oh my god!” Taylor gasped. Maria had pulled out a vibrator somewhere, and as the buzzing device came into contact with Taylor’s enlarged clit, it was like setting off fireworks in her brain.
“Oh my, oh fuck, oh yes, oh, oh, oh, OH, OH!” Taylor cried out, unable to keep her mouth closed, let alone on Camilla’s pussy as the sensations coming out of her pussy took over her brain.
“Don’t stop, please Don’t STOP!” Taylor cried, feeling her orgasm just below the surface, threatening to burst through.
And then Maria tapped a finger on Taylor’s puckered anus, and that was all it took. Country Music’s hottest starlet exploded in one of the most mind-blowing orgasms she’d ever had. Her eyes rolled back into her head and every fiber of her body seemed to ignite with lusty fire. She saw colors before her eyes that she’d never seen before, and her head seemed to be spinning like a top. For half a moment, she felt like she was going to leave her body and float away, dying in an orgasmic death that would’ve been the perfect way to go.
And then, finally, she started to come down, though her body was alive with electricity and lusty fire. When her eyes finally focused, she saw both Camilla and Maria looking down at her, a bit of concern on their faces.
“Joe’s not here, is he?” Taylor asked slowly, draping her arm off the side of the bed.
Camilla laughed. “No, he’s not here.”
“Then can you call him up and break up with him over the phone?” Taylor asked. “I want him to know I fucked you better than he ever could.”
All three girls laughed at that.
“Can I do it while you eat my pussy?” Camilla asked playfully.
“Any time,” Taylor said, giggling.
“Maria, go get my phone,” Camilla said, climbing back up the bed to straddle Taylor’s head again. “This is crazy, you know,” Camilla told Taylor.
“This is crazy,” Taylor said. “But we’re going to do it.”
And they did, and it was the strangest phone call Joe ever got - but it lasted more than 25 seconds.