Disclaimer: This a work of fiction. This is not real. It did not/will not ever happen in real life and should not be mistaken as such.
Chapter Thirty-Nine: The Man
Starring Taylor Swift
Featuring Blake Lively, Camila Cabello, Cara Delavigne, Gigi Hadid, Halsey, Katy Perry, Martha Hunt, Selena Gomez & Sophie Turner
Codes: FF+, Anal, Femdom, Oral, Squirt, Toys
*****
2021
Excitable babble sounded from one of the many living rooms of Taylor's enormous Los Angeles abode. It was loud enough to be heard throughout the house. It was an excitement born of eager anticipation at the night to come, fueled by year of being mostly trapped inside and enflamed by past memories of the heydays of wild Taylor Swift parties. And this weekend, despite the unfortunately mundane locale, was set to be one for the history books. Taylor Swift's bachelorette party. Well, the one for her famous friends at least. Another, tamer one could always be held for those not accustomed or acquainted with the fabulous, extravagant and over-the-top lifestyles of the rich and famous.
With sweet, sweet vaccines running through each and every one of their veins, the gaggle of women had arrived at the house several hours earlier. They had enjoyed cocktails crafted from the finest top-shelf spirits, enjoyed dinner prepared with the freshest ingredient's money could buy, prepared by top-of-the-line chefs. Now the house was deserted, everyone sent home so the real fun could begin. The drinks continued to flow; a seemingly endless supply of alcohol being produced like a wellspring that refused to run dry. That combined with the occasional other inhibition-reducing substances and the party-goers were wet and rearing to go. Everyone was perched on a series of large wide black leather couches that had been brought in especially for the occasion.
"Bring out the strippers already! Come on Taylor!" Sophie Turner yelled out, the newly-minted MILF rubbing her hands together in eager anticipation.
You normally wouldn't think of inviting an ex's wife to your bachelorette party, but Taylor had become fast friends with the former Game of Thrones actress and the two now talked regularly. And Sophie was always down for a good time, becoming a mother hadn't slowed her down one bit.
"She said she would be back in a few minutes." Selena Gomez replied, doing her best to control the rowdy crowd. "And no peeking at the gift bags!"
It was no surprise that the maid of honor tiara, rested on the freshly blonde head of Selena, who had been one of Taylor's BFF's for well over a decade now. It was nearly knocked off by Cara Delevingne, who had been very obviously trying to peek inside the massive sparkly pink gift bag at her feet and didn't even have the decency to look embarrassed about it. Instead, she took another swig of vodka straight from the bottle clutched between her tattooed fingers.
"I'm starting to get real fucking randy, and Tay isn't fooling anyone. We all know what is going to go down here tonight with these so-called
strippers
." In a slightly lower voice, she said, "Every woman at this party isn't going to bed until I've given their twat a deep and thorough licking."
A veteran of Taylor's parties at this point, Cara was already barely clothed, having removed all but her blouse and panties in anticipation of what was soon to come.
"Relax Cara." Gigi Hadid piped up. "You know Taylor. She loves to build suspense like this. I'm sure she's off right now getting them all prepared to be devoured by us."
"That or she is busy fucking them all before we can get our hands on them!" Martha Hunt added, seated especially close to Gigi, the pair held together in a tight embrace. "She did tell you about her 30th birthday, right?"
"I'm honestly just excited to be here and out of the house." Katy Perry said, looking around with somewhat surprising nerves, this being her first time at such an event thrown by Taylor, and her first sex party in a couple of years. There was no bad blood between those two anymore. Indeed, if anything, the opposite was true.
"So right." Camila Cabello chimed in, sliding her well-endowed backside even closer to Katy's own ample rump until their hips were touching. "Only one dick for over a year? I was definitely not used to that."
"At least you had one!" Selena called back playfully. "I wore out three vibrators this past year alone!"
"Three?" Halsey asked, the tattooed singer's looking impressed. "Not bad, Selena. And I would know. I once wore out a brand-new vibrator in a single weekend!"
"Talk to me once you have three kids. There's barely time to even get one dick in you, let alone multiple." Blake Lively said, coolly sipping her martini and gave a look that indicated she was ready to make up for lost time this weekend. It was rare to see her at one of these parties without her husband, Ryan Reynolds, but this was a girl's only weekend.
The group chatter was cut short as music suddenly started blaring out of speakers, accompanied by the sound of high heels clicking against hardwood. Tousled locks ranging from blonde to black turned as one, their owners excitable gaze all focused on the entryway. Taylor Swift strutted into view like she was walking down the runway of a Victoria's Secret fashion show. Only stopping once she was squarely in the doorway, she was lit from behind as the lights in the living room dimmed as if by magic. Standing with all the confidence in the world, she allowed each and every beautiful woman in attendance to take her all in and admire.
Decked out in leather from her torso up, her blonde hair was slicked back with an ungodly amount of product, flowing down her back like a flaxen waterfall of gold. Black leather high-heeled boots stretched all the way up to her expansive smooth alabaster thighs. A laced leather corset strapped tightly around her midriff, pushed up her breasts so they were very much on display for anyone with eyes to see. Velvet gloves reaching to her elbow adorned each arm, a dark and rich purple color. Clutched between her velvet fingers was a singular black leather riding crop. Underneath heavy eyeshadow and dark violet lipstick, her ocean blue eyes popped, smoldering with fiery intent. Around her neck was a choker with the words:
BRIDE TO BE
inscribed in bright silver letters.
But none of the various details of this bonafide dominatrix outfit were what drew the eye of every woman in the room. No. They were drawn to the massive cock hanging from her crotch. The strap-on was bubblegum pink, a stark contrast to the black leather of the outfit. It had veins inscribed on the pink flesh, swirling and connected to a bulging mushroom head and even a pair of ginormous pink balls tucked underneath. Measuring in at a whopping thirteen inches, inscribed on each side of the shaft were the words:
Property of T.S.
"Fuck me..." Cara blurted out.
"Sup, bitches." Taylor said with a thrust of her chin as she wrapped one gloved hand around the meaty rubber cock. Waggling it in the general direction of the party-goers, she winked at Cara in particular. "I heard some of you ladies are looking to get fucked tonight."
Cheers erupted from every corner of the room as the bachelorette party went absolutely ballistic. The loudest of the bunch was easily Cara, who had been expecting a steady supply of handsome and well-hung men, but this was even better suited to her personal preferences. Many of the attendees recognized that particular strap-on all too well. Although her lesbian liaisons had become fewer and further between in more recent years, at the height of the "Squad" nary a week had gone by without Taylor plundering one of the holes of her many famous and beautiful friends. This strap-on, in particular, had been a special purchase and had seen a lot of use. Like, a
lot