You decide to take Taylor Swift as your next slut

You tell Candice Swanepoel that you're going to fuck Taylor Swift and she's going to help you do it. "I understand, John," she says seriously. She's part jealous about sharing you and part excited to help - hopeful that she'll be joining in. Like so many other people - including you - Candice has long desired Taylor Swift.

You give Candice very detailed instructions and a drink that was basically half full of Slave4U to give to Taylor Swift. Candice tells Taylor she needs to tell her about something and lures her friend into a private room in the house. Candice proceeds to tell Taylor about her recent exploits with you. Candice tells her about how much fun she's been having with you and all about your fat cock.

Taylor Swift thought her friend was just gushing about her latest hook up - she didn't realize that you were having Candice buy time while the Slave4U worked through Taylor's system. Between the heavy dose of the **** and the erotic nature of Candice's stories of being fucked over and over again by you, Taylor Swift was getting rather turned on.

This is when you walk in. "I wanted you to meet John, Taylor. Taylor this is John. John this is Taylor," your supermodel slut says.

"I've heard a lot about you, John," Taylor says and you notice her eyes briefly glance down to your crotch.

You can hear the general hubbub of the party still going on outside the door of the room you're in, but Taylor finds herself going on a weird trip where everything except you is fading away into obscurity. She's looking at you and losing herself - losing everything.

Candice sees her friend's eyes glass over, "Can you hear me, Taylor?" she asks her friend. They are sitting next to each other on a love seat. You are standing in front of them - between them and the door.

"Yes, Candice," Taylor replies without emotion.

"Remember how I told you how big John's cock is?" Candice asks.

"Yes, Candice." Taylor says and slightly nods her head.

"Do you want to see it?" Candice asks with a bit more ****.

"Yes, Candice." Taylor's responds flatly.

"Do you want to touch it?" Candice asks with even more ****.

"Yes, Candice." Emotion creeps into Taylor's voice as desire replaces the blank slate of her mind.

"Do you want to touch it with your mouth?" Candice asks with urgency.

"Yes, Candice, I want to touch it with my mouth." Taylor says and then slowly opens her lips. She opens her jaw as wide as it can go and then waits for you, hungry for you.