Tailor Swift (humiliation)

Coming home after a drink with the colleagues, John took one of the alley close to the bar when he saw someone walking toward him. The small stature indicated a teenager or a woman, so he wasn't on the defensive. As the person walked under one of the few lights in the alley, he saw it was a naked woman. Getting closer, he saw the writing "use me" and several dark strokes indicating numbers. Even closer, John saw the cum drooling from her lips and pussy, her smudged makeup and the fact that she looked a lot like the singer Taylor Swift.

"Miss, are you ok?"

"Do you think I'm a cock sleeve?" She asked.

"No! Of course not! What happened..."

"Please tell me I'm a trash whore!"

John was shocked, she looked to be in some kind of trance.

"You're not! Snap out of it, miss!"

"Maybe, if I suck your dick..."

She leaned down and opened his fly to free his hardening cock. Somehow, he couldn't stop her and let her put her dirtied lips around his shaft. She began sucking his cock, licking it and stroking it.

"Shit... You're right, you're a dirty slut... I don't know how you're so good... Your lips are made for cocks."

Grabbing her hair, he gave her the rhythm to suck his dick right. In fact, he was fucking her face more than she was sucking him. Filling her mouth with cum, another stroke appeared on her cheek. He was the twelfth to fuck her mouth.

"You're better at this than singing, whore..." He told her.

"Thank you, sir. I'm doing my best to be a good fuck meat." She answered before leaving in the darkness of the alley.

Confused, John left the alley, wondering why he left the woman suck his cock and told her such awful words.

The next day, he heard about Tailor Swift retirement from music, and wondered if it was linked to the weird dream he had the night before.