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Then Anya’s fingers left Taylor’s head, and the singer felt her heart jump in her chest. “Stretching is the most important part of this whole process, yes darling-dear? They felt like fiery little nubs, their heat almost more seductive to Taylor than what they were doing. There was a thunk behind her, and suddenly Anya spoke a word Taylor hadn’t expected. ” Taylor asked, glancing up towards the mirrored wall. Anya was naked, her heavy breasts on full display, the small tuft of red hair above her crotch hidden behind a strap-on dildo, itself dripping with lube – dripping! “Anya fucks your ass now, darling-dear.” Again, Taylor nearly creamed herself.
Taylor’s clit, already sensitive from it’s earlier orgasm, responded faster, and seemingly with more intensity. “Anya, I’m going to-” “No you aren’t, darling-dear,” Anya said, pulling her fingers from Taylor’s snatch. She’d tell Anya her social security number, her bank passwords, even where she kept that memory card with that little video she and Kellie Pickler had made during Kellie’s bachlorette party, when they’d had a little too much to drink and Kellie had been complaining about not getting laid until after the wedding… “Whoops,” Anya said, having dropped the heavily lubed dildo to the floor. – as she climbed up onto the table, positioning herself above Taylor’s butt. Anya gently pressed the tip of her new cock against the entrance to Taylor’s ass, using her hand to guide the large phallus into line. And suddenly, Anya bottomed out, her strap-covered crotch pressed fully against the small, firm globes of Taylor’s buttocks.
Taylor tied her hair back in a loose ponytail, grabbed her sunglasses, and got out of the car. Anya started her slow, but built the speed quickly, and within a few minutes, Taylor was walking as fast as she could and breathing heavily. Then her hands came back up the sides of Taylor’s back before crossing her shoulders and running down the singer’s arms. “Time to turn over, rolling this shoulder towards me, yes? “But, but-” “Have done your butt, darling-dear,” Anya said with a smile as she came up towards Taylor’s head. Then neck.” The masseuse leaned in close and whispered the next bit in Taylor’s ear. Anya took some lotion and spread it over her hands before dripping some on Taylor’s collarbone. She awoke to Anya pressing a cool cloth against her head. “We’re not done yet.” “Oh, Anya,” Taylor said, trying to sit up. Taylor wasn’t an anal virgin, either, but she’d only done it twice, and hadn’t enjoyed it either time.
Taylor’s mouth hung open, her eyes screwed shut against either the pain or the pleasure, she wasn’t sure which. With every millimeter/inch/mile/lightyear Anya pushed up her backside, Taylor felt wave after wave after wave of a dirty sort of pleasure, a naughty, nasty hotness that she’d never be able to deny again. Taylor quivered and quaked the whole time, convinced that watching herself get assfucked was even sexier than just being assfucked. The sight of Anya bottoming out again, deep inside Taylor’s own backside nearly broke the singer. Anya wasn’t just sliding in and out, getting Taylor used to the size of the dildo inside her anymore. Her body was alive with lusty pleasure unlike anything she’d ever experienced in her life. Her entire body was focused on the slutty pleasure of being ass-fucked. Taylor sat up slowly, and Anya helped her dress, pulling the tank-top down first, making sure it lay properly over Taylor’s breasts before putting the shorts on Taylor’s legs and helping to guide them up until the singer could lift her butt to slide into them.
Anya pulled out again, faster this time, and immediately sank back into Taylor’s ass, making the singer swoon. Now the physical trainer was fucking Taylor Swift, right up the ass. Finally, Taylor’s eyes squeezed shut and orgasm over took her again. She was about to find out, as Anya once more climbed atop her. – dangled between Anya’s legs, covered in what must have been fresh lube. Anya made sure they were good and snug, even rubbing Taylor’s throbbing pussy through the fabric, giving her the first camel toe Taylor Swift ever enjoyed.
The author in no-way is claiming Taylor Swift is into girls, likes to exercise naked, and gets it on with random redheaded strangers. I’ll just turn around and no under-aged readers will slip past me when I’m not looking… Feedback is totally welcome on the C-S-S-A boards (either through PM or in the CSSA Feedback Thread), and in fact is encouraged, because the Author’s ego is quite fragile and he’d like to know someone out there thinks he’s producing something of some worth to someone. Soon Taylor was running, and sweat was running, too. But that made the medicine ball hard for Taylor, and Anya very quickly got a disapproving tone. She’d only been working with Anya for maybe half an hour or forty minutes, but she already felt like she’d gotten a pretty good workout. “Oh, good girl, darling-dear,” Anya said in approval, even as Taylor tried to cover her naked breasts. More than once, Taylor got a little electric thrill when Anya would brush against her nipples, or cup her butt through her shorts. Well, lesbian or not, Taylor was happy Anya was with her. Get naked for Anya.” Taylor hesitated for just a moment more, but then mentally shrugged. Hurry, hurry, before your muscles cool down.” Taylor got on the table completely naked, and lay face down. Suddenly, Anya was pouring a warm liquid over Taylor’s back, almost hot.
But again, if she did, he’d totally be down for it. Seriously, I’m THIS CLOSE to giving up, guys, so maybe a little “thanks” every now and then would help. My whole body still feels like it’s tingling, and it’s been 48 hours! The country starlet didn’t know if the room was air conditioned or not, but right now she was willing to bet it wasn’t. She kept having to wipe sweat from her brow to keep it out of her eyes. Of course, she wasn’t feeling like her whole body was tingling or anything yet, but she figured that came later. “Very good, for beginner, darling-dear,” Anya said at one point. ” Taylor was still sweating – was the heat on in this room? It helped to be naked save for her shorts and panties. She had the softest touch with her hands, and seemed to really like Taylor, too. She’d been gyrating about the room topless for more than an hour now, what would it hurt for Anya to see her naked? Taking a deep breath, Taylor reached down and yanked her short-shorts and the small pair of white panties hidden underneath them right off. She was surprised to find a bottle of water with a straw resting right beneath the face-pillow her head was resting in. But it felt good, and soon Anya’s hands joined them.
It took several minutes, and some of the things made Taylor wonder just what was going to happen here. ” “You’ll see in a minute, Miss Swift,” the receptionist said. The whole introductory procedure shouldn’t take more than, say, four hours.” “FOUR HOURS?! Taylor turned to see a small, redheaded woman approaching. “When I am done with you, you will feel all sorts of better. ” Anya said, guiding Taylor down the hallway, leaving the receptionist behind. You will love it, and you will love Anya,” she added with a smile. There was a simple treadmill, a large exercise mat on the floor, a medicine ball, and a professional looking massage table. The paparazzi would’ve had a field day if they’d known about it. Except her pussy was still tingling wet, and she was still quite turned on. And if they just promised to get her off, Taylor would’ve let them have all of her too. “Okay, lift head now,” Anya said, taking Taylor’s long, straightened hair and pulling it out-of-the-way enough for her to slip both arms under the back of Taylor’s head, crisscrossed so that her left hand was on Taylor’s right shoulder, and the right hand was on her left. The sensation of Anya’s dildo gently but firmly guiding it’s way up inside her ass was all Taylor Swift ever wanted.