Taylor Swift

You leave Katy with her jugs bouncing around out of her purple dress. The door flies open as you walk outside to the bar and pool which some of your guests are leisurely enjoying. You throw your pants back on since your dick seems to be calming down. Visually grazing over the loft, you notice Taylor Swift sitting at the bar, sipping a martini with Cameron Diaz. It was time for some real action, so you approach the two of them and say hi.

"What's up?" Taylor starts with an enthusiastic tone.

"Not much. Just enjoying the famous fuck toys I've got prancing around my place. I got Katy to pull her tits out and she's keeping them like that the whole night. It's pretty great.

"Uh. Oh my god. Katy's tits are amazing. I'm sorry, Mr Thomas but I gotta see this, haha. Great party by the way!" Diaz ran off in search of epic boobage.

"So Taylor I'm really glad you could make it. I masturbate to your music videos all the time."

"Do you now? Well, I'm glad I can be of service," she chuckled. "What's your favorite one?"

You weren't exactly expecting her to follow up on your perverted comments, but it was a welcome surprise.

"I really like the 'Shake It Off' video. All the different outfits that you wear are pretty hot. Damn, I've probably jacked off to that one like 12 times."

"Wow! That's a lot! I must say that I'm quite flattered," she blushed. "I didn't think I was such a sexpot. I always thought I was just a girl from a small town, but I guess I'm a lot more than that. Have you seen my new 'Bad Blood' video? I think it's pretty darn sexy. It's got Hayley Williams and I've always thought she was insanely hot."

You didn't even think to invite Hayley Williams over to take advantage of. Meh, another time.

"I do like that one as well, but I guess it's an apples-and-oranges kind of situation. I can only have one favorite, right?

"I can't argue with that. So tell me about yourself! What do you do for fun? How'd you make all your money? I wanna get to know you, dude."

The two of you talked for a solid two hours, conversing about damn near everything while you were mesmerized by her stunning eyes. You happened to have asked about the most explicit and private facts about her sex life, which she was happy to answer. Apparently Taylor takes it up the butt. Who knew?

The night wore on, and the sun had dropped a good while ago. The party had been carrying on for several hours at this point, and Taylor was getting more irresistible by the minute. She seemed to have a charm that was as confusing as it was intoxicating, and it was about time to give in to it. This time however, instead of initiating yourself, you alter her emotions and get her hot and bothered. From now on, she also has a huge crush on you.

"So um, Dylan, do you wanna have some fun?"

"What do you mean?" You ask, playing along.

"You know...," she flirtatiously smiled as she ran her hand across your lap.

The two of you started leaning in for a kiss like a pair of shy, prepubescent lovers at prom. Just before her lips could lock, she she springs into her bubbly personality and asks a wide-eyed question.

"Have you ever gone skinny dipping?" she perks up, eagerly awaiting your answer.

"No actually, I haven't."

You were so used to your new self that skinny dipping seems like something you'd do every Saturday, but you have to jump out of your fantasy to remember that you used to be a loser, and had never imagined going.

"Oh, my gawd," she says in a stereotypical white girl voice. "We need to go right now!"

You follow her estrogen-fueled tug on your arm as you once again begin unbuttoning your jeans.

"What are you doing?" she asks.

"Um, I thought we were skinny dipping? The pool is literally right here."

"No, no, no, no! It needs to be in a lake or a river or something. It's so much more romantic!"

You run down to the parking lot and both hop into the Porsche Spyder you purchased not long ago. After Taylor directed you to a quaint little park off the highway. The night glistened with glory as the two of you navigated a tricky trail of branches and almost thorny appendages. After walking for a couple minutes, you find a small lake shining with a crystal clarity. Taylor ran up to the edge of the lake and dipped her bare feet in, and suddenly, it felt like you were in one of her songs.

"I'm not going to have to turn around am I?"

She shakes her head with a smile, not speaking presumably from her breathlessness of dashing through the woods at midnight.

Until now you didn't take much notice of her outfit, but you decide now's a good idea since it's your last chance. She had a a pale green miniskirt and a white T-shirt top that sat firmly tucked inside. Her ears were spotlighted by large hoop earrings that sent the eyes down to her crimson lipstick. Just as you finished completing the ocular pat down, she took off her top and threw it into a nearby bush to unveil a small lacy white bra. Once again, your mind spins at the realization a rich celebrity is stripping in front of you at midnight in buttfuck nowhere. She begins biting her lip as she begins unhooking the back of her bra before discarding to show off her cute little tits. As the excitement escalates, she slides her skirt off slowly, sticking her ass out to make sure it gets the attention she obviously feels it deserves.

There standing in front of you, was a bare naked Taylor Swift. Her body shimmered in the moonlight before she spoke softly.

"Do you like what you see, Dylan?"

"Taylor, you look fucking amazing. Holy shit."

She giggles for a second as she walks up to you seductively.

"Well.... You're it!" she shouts, changing her personality almost suddenly back into a more goofy, girl-next-door vibe as she swan dives into the water.