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Anya shook it, then went a step further, hugging Taylor tightly. “So sweet, darling-dear,” Anya said, her voice a little quieter. The best sex of Taylor’s life couldn’t compare to this simple little hand work. “Your left side is tighter than the right,” Anya informed her. You just have more stress there.” “I don’t feel stressed right now,” Taylor admitted. But Anya had promised more pussy work, and Taylor wanted that more than she’d ever admit. But Anya knew what she was doing, even as she bent over Taylor’s body to press her own naked breasts against the singer’s stomach. Instead of the slightly warm feeling of the lotion, the lube was cool, and as Anya placed a finger coated with it against Taylor’s pussy, the singer shivered, perversely enjoying the sensation. “It’s o-okay,” Taylor said as Anya’s finger once more entered her lower lips and began spreading the coolness around. “Oh, wow,” Was all Taylor could say as the cool plastic began to part her pussy. Taylor had never been so filled in all her life, and it felt fantastic. Anya pulled the plastic beast out much faster than she put it in, and Taylor’s back arched in response. Taylor couldn’t form words, couldn’t for complete thoughts. Once more, the singer was thankful for all the lube, but she could barely stammer how good it felt, feeling the large plastic cock slide out of her backside. ” Taylor jumped off the treadmill, sweat making her black outfit stick to her like a second skin, and hurried over to where Anya was hefting the heavy ball. She hadn’t done much strength training, preferring her exercise to just keep her trim and in shape enough for her lengthy concerts. She was a little concerned, because she saw little of the equipment usually used in pilates. They moved to standing exercises that had Taylor stretched out on one foot, both hands spread wide as she stared at her topless self in the mirror. But then wouldn’t she be looking at Taylor’s naked breasts? I’m going to start by having you put your arms down by your sides, yes? Let me know if this hurts.” Just like that, Anya started pressing down on Taylor’s back. Taylor couldn’t see, but she thought maybe Anya was using the heel of her hands.She’s set up a complimentary starter package for you at her expense.” “She has? “I didn’t know.” “You’ll be thanking her later, I’m sure,” the receptionist said, opening a file on her computer. It’s all pretty standard.” “If you say so,” Taylor said, taking the offered clipboard and pen. ” “Oh, you can tell whoever you want – just tell us first, so we can be ready for them when they come themselves,” the receptionist said. We get a lot of famous people here who value their privacy.” “I can understand that,” Taylor said, signing the paperwork. ” “For a workout, stretching, massage and cool down, yes,” a new voice said from down the hallway. Emma wasn’t really clear on what-” “We will keep you pretty, darling-dear,” Anya said. You will do cardio, then Pilates, then we do a full body massage, where we stretch every part of your body. Taylor followed her in, and was surprised to find a small room, with a wall of mirrors along one side. Here she was, number one musical artist Taylor Swift, laying naked while a sexy woman massaged her ass. Instead she worked her way back down Taylor’s left leg. For a moment, Anya busied herself working between Taylor’s toes, and the young singer almost forgot what had happened – what she imagined had happen. Had anyone come in the door at that moment, they would’ve been able to see everything Taylor Swift had to offer. Anya had just given her a powerful orgasm, and now she wanted to go back to stretching Taylor’s muscles? It actually helped Taylor, she would realize some time later, as it let her body recover from that first orgasm. But no matter what, the neck stretches seemed to take an eternity. It would fuel her fantasies for years to come, encouraging her to let future boyfriends – and girlfriends – fuck her ass whenever they wanted.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.
“Ah, Miss Swift, may I introduce Anya, your personal trainer? “Hello,” Taylor said, taking Anya’s hand as she approached. All that mattered was that Taylor’s hot, sweaty body needed sexual release, and Anya was providing it. Using her other hand, Anya was now gently rubbing Taylor’s clit at the same time she pounded into her slit. This wasn’t even the first time she’d been sexually touched by another woman. Anya knew exactly what she was doing, and Taylor’s body was reacting to every thrust and flick of her fingers. She couldn’t think straight for a while, her brain clouded with orgasm, and when she finally came around, she was surprised to find herself laying down still on the table as Anya was gently massaging her feet. As she shifted to move Taylor’s head to the other side, Taylor mused that this felt almost as good as the orgasm she’d had a few minutes ago. Taylor felt wonderful and almost – ALMOST – felt like she could leave this place happy without any more work. Taylor nearly jumped out of her skin, the contact she’d craved for a while now coming so suddenly. She never saw where Anya got the lube – but it was definitely different from the oil she’d been using on Taylor’s body all this time. The singer couldn’t keep her eyes open, and her hands went automatically to her tits, squeezing the tiny things as best she could, trying to get more and more pleasure, even as her stuffed pussy was overloading her brain. ” Taylor gushed as Anya bottomed out the dildo, the entire thing up inside Taylor Swift’s dripping wet snatch. ” Taylor swore, every nerve in her pussy sending erotic shockwaves through her skin. Her ass was stretched further than it ever had been before, or likely ever would again, and until she got off again, she’d be a slobbering, sex-craved idiot. But eventually, Anya started to slowly withdraw the dildo from Taylor’s ass.
Taylor turned and watched her go, marveling at how serene she looked. As the woman drove off, Taylor entered the building and was surprised to see just a receptionist at a desk. Just a desk, a girl, and a hallway leading off to the left. ” Taylor asked, getting the girl to look up from her magazine – one that had Taylor on the cover, she noted. How long had it been since someone HADN’T recognized her, Taylor mused. “Ultra Stretch is more about stretching the body that working it out. The blonde country star felt like her arm was butter by the time Anya moved over to the other side and repeated herself. She was no longer naked on a table in some faceless building in LA. Taylor had never once gone skinny dipping in her life, but if Anya had asked her to at that moment, she would have. Unlike when she did the back, this time when Anya drizzled massage oil over Taylor’s buttocks, Anya rubbed it in. They’re too rough.” “Boys always are,” Anya said, drizzling more oil over Taylor’s butt. “Is okay, Taylor,” Anya said, as if reading Taylor’s mind. Taylor cooed in response as Anya’s finger darted over her butt hole and continued to the sweet folds of Taylor’s pussy. It had been a while since Taylor has last gotten any – despite her many public relationships, Taylor hadn’t taken very many of them to bed, often not seeing them for weeks at a time. Besides, Anya has much more work to do on you, yes? A physical trainer who went a little too far with her patients? The oil returned as Anya began to coat the front of Taylor’s legs. But the physical trainer just kept on rubbing up Taylor’s legs, as if nothing had happened. But it just seemed to be delaying Anya’s return to Taylor’s crotch, and that was all Taylor really wanted. This brought her tits level with the top of Taylor’s head, and more than once, the country chanteuse would feel her personal trainer’s hard nipples brush against her hair. ” Anya teased Taylor again, sliding the tip up and down Taylor’s pussy lips, but still refusing to put it in. But then came the pressure at the entrance to Taylor’s ass, and to her surprise, the well-lubed dildo began to push into her well-lubed ass with ease. Her times with boys in her butt had never been like this.
“Miss Stone said she might be suggesting us to you. If you’ll just sign these release forms, she’ll be with you in a few minutes.” “Release forms? The club isn’t responsible if you hurt yourself, you won’t go telling everyone about us without telling us first, non-disclosure packet, general health information. First we warm up the muscles, then we relax and stretch them. “In here, please,” Anya said, stopping in front of one of maybe a dozen doors down the end of the hallway. Anya could ask anything of Taylor at that moment, and Taylor would do it. It never even occurred to Taylor to be scandalized or offended – it felt too good. Some slid between the cheeks and ran the length of her crack, over Taylor’s backdoor, making her quiver. Taylor swooned a little, but Anya didn’t touch her for long. Like any other young woman, Taylor had needs and hers hadn’t been met for quite some time. That MUST have been it, Taylor assumed as Anya worked her way down to Taylor’s foot. ” “Anya, I-” “Taylor, you be quiet now and let Anya work, or maybe you not liking Anya’s stretching so much later. Okay.” With that, Anya went to work, leaving Taylor confused. Anya’s hands were soon working right up against Taylor’s exposed pussy, but the trainer didn’t touch Taylor’s most sensitive spot, instead kneading the flesh of her thighs. She’d just had a powerful orgasm, but she wanted more. “You have such nice, long legs darling-dear,” Anya said. Besides your ass, that is.” “Thank you,” Taylor said, not knowing what else to say. By the time Anya moved to the other arm, Taylor was certain she would die from an overdose of horniness. “We still have neck to do.” “I’m relaxed,” Taylor lied. She found herself hoping it would turn Anya on, make her get to the pussy faster. “Say it again,” Anya ordered, this time brushing Taylor’s clit. They’d hurried, treating her roughly, mostly worried about getting themselves off inside her bubble-butt. Anya was taking her sweet time, stretching Taylor’s asshole like she’d stretched her pussy – slowly, seductively, carefully. Far and away, the sexiest, naughtiest thing Taylor Swift had ever done, laying here getting butt-fucked by a woman she’d just met.
It never happened in real life, which sucks, because if it did, it’d be totally hot. ” Anya could be bossy, and yet Taylor did exactly as she was told, as if she really wanted to please Anya, make her proud. She had to act fast to try and catch it, and was nearly knocked off her feet, staggering a little as the heavy ball landed in her arms. She didn’t have to be strong, but she had to be in shape. Taylor took a long swig of water and used the time to catch her breath. With a quick move, she lifted the black, sweaty garment away, leaving Taylor suddenly exposed, as she’d not bothered with a bra. “I have seen breasts before, and I see yours later, during massage.” “What? As the session went on, Anya got more and more hands-on, and while at first Taylor jumped each time the short redhead touched her, she eventually grew to relish having Anya’s delicate fingers repositioning her body as needed. Still, she’d been complimented on them before and Anya was ignoring them. I like them, but I never have the time…” Taylor trailed off. It was the heat of the room and suddenly laying down. “This just stretches the spine and lower back, darling-dear.” Taylor just moaned back, enjoying the way Anya was working her body.
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.
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.