Taylor Swift

Taylor Swift had never been more terrified in her young life. At first, she refused to believe the bizarre ramblings of Iman Vellani. Almost immediately, she reached for her phone to call her manager. Taylor suddenly dropped into a trance and walked out of her LA home. She mindlessly strode to her Bentley and drove to one of the rougher sections of town.

Without thinking, Taylor parked her luxury car in front of a fire hydrant and wandered down the street. After the second block, she saw a man sitting on the sidewalk against a dilapidated building. She reached into her purse and dropped a stack of bills into the homeless man's upturned hat, adding some hundreds to his sorry assortment of change.

This got the man's attention and he looked up to see the world famous singer smiling warmly at him.

"Mister, I did what I could to help your financial situation. Now, let me see if I can help you get off."

"Are you serious? You're Taylor Swift."

The blonde singer glanced down at her body, "Yup. Looks like I am."

"And you want to get me off?"

"Yes. I just have one rule."

"What is that?"

"You have to fuck my ass."

The vagrant followed the celebrity into the adjacent alley and behind a dumpster. He dropped his ragged pants and Taylor started to lovingly stroke his filthy cock. She sank to her knees and took his disgusting member into her mouth. She worked his erection with her mouth until he was fully erect. Then she hiked up her dress, dropped to her hands and knees and waited.

The homeless man didn't hesitate, plunging his long neglected hard on into Taylor's tight asshole. The star moaned with pleasure as the stranger awkwardly humped her exit hole. After a few minutes, the vagrant grunted and deposited his load in the singer's spasming asshole. A massive orgasm caused her to drop to the ground, writhing in the filth, moaning and frantically pawing at her dripping sex.

Almost immediately, Taylor was disgusted by her actions. She had no idea what kind of diseases the stranger could have. She didn't know if anyone happened to witness her carnal display and happen to take a picture. She scrambled back to her parking spot, only to find that her car had been towed away.

While waiting for her Uber, Taylor briefly thought about cancelling the show and seeking some form of help. Unfortunately for her, this was enough to trigger her mental trigger.

Perhaps she wasn't the brightest bulb in the box, because Taylor had taken three additional homeless men in her ass before she realized that she had to go through with the concert. If she didn't she was almost assuredly going to die from an STD or get murdered by some homeless psychopath.

Now, Taylor looked at the 100,000+ fans in the stadium. She saw hundreds of cameras and thousands of cell phones pointed at the stage. There was no way she could back out, her life may have literally depended on it. But how could she go through with it? Her doubts and nervousness were wiped away in an instant when the producer gave her the cue to go out and start the show.

She bounced onto the stage, wearing a simple dress that harkened back to her younger days as a country singer. Taylor waved excitedly at the sea of humanity in front of her. She grabbed a microphone.

"Hey guys! How are all of my favorite people?"

The crowd erupted in cheers.

"I've got good news and bad news for you guys. The bad news is, this won't be the Taylor Swift concert you all want to see. I'll make sure each of you receives a full refund and some free merch for your problems."

The fans deflated at the news. Some of them started to get up and head for the exits.

"Wait! You didn't let me get to the good news!"

The people flooding to the exits stopped and gave the megastar their full attention, each of them somehow knowing they had to stay.

"OK. Here it is. The good news. You're all going to still get a great show, with tons of fan participation. Just wait until the first song is over, and it will all make sense."

Taylor dropped the microphone as a rap song started to blare from the speakers. Taylor Swift walked to the front of the stage and started to gyrate in rhythm to the music. She ran her hands down her sides sensually and grabbed the hem of the dress when she got to her thighs. She pulled the dress over her head, leaving her in nothing but a matching, sheer bra and thong set and a pair of cowboy boots.

The singer turned around and started to shake her tight ass for her adoring crowd. While twerking furiously, Taylor reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the stage. She then spun around, giving the entire world a perfect view of her perky tits. She then dropped to her back, raising her legs straight up in the air. The singer wiggled her ass as she pulled her thong over her legs.

When the last of her undergarments hit the stage, the blonde crossed her legs, winking at the audience, before spreading them as wide as she could. She pulled apart her pussy lips, licked her finger, and started to tease her sensitive clit. When the song finished, Taylor grabbed the microphone.

"I hope you enjoyed that. It was the first time I've ever stripped in front of so many people. I think my old record was eleven."

The crowd roared with excitement.

"OK. I promised you audience participation, so now I'm going to make my way around this stadium. I know a lot of you have fantasized about fucking me. And I've got good news, because you're about to get your chance!"

The audience continued to cheer wildly as Taylor, clad only in her boots, slid off the stage and was instantly mobbed by dozens of fans. Countless hands pawed away at her tits, pussy and ass. It wasn't long before she felt a tongue on her clit, a finger in her ass, and several hands roughly pinching and squeezing her breasts.

A moment later, she was on the ground with a dick in her mouth, each hand, her cunt, and her asshole. Taylor thrashed about wildly as she came again and again.

Six hours later, and Taylor saw that she was barely finished with the floor sections. She knew that she had to pick up the pace if she was ever going to get out of here. She'd had her pussy and ass thoroughly stretched by this point and was fairly confident that she could handle even more.

"OK everyone. We're running out of time. So shove as many dicks in my pussy and ass as you can. Start with two at a time and work your way up. Ladies, please use my mouth and hands to get off. I'm going to fuck all of you, but I have things to do."

The mob didn't need much encouragement as a second man jammed his dick into her destroyed slit and another joined the man currently fucking her ass. A musky odor filled her nose as a shaven pussy appeared in front of her and the woman started to grind her crotch into Taylor's face. She felt around with her hands before finding the clits of the women at her side.

Before long, Taylor was an absolute pro at getting gangbanged. She had a trio of dicks in each of her holes and was pleasuring a woman with her mouth and both hands.

When the sun started to rise, Taylor was completely exhausted. She was in the very last section of the stadium with only a couple dozen fans. They must have been getting tired too, because they also seemed to be in a hurry. Taylor was pleasantly surprised to find that she could fit four dicks in her pussy and three in her ass. That meant she could finish this gangbang ten people at a time.

Finally, after another hour and a half, Taylor was finally was able to crumple to the floor and rest her aching body. She was covered in welts from people spanking her and slapping her tits. Her jaw ached and her tongue hurt. Her hands were locked into a claw-like position. And her pussy and asshole were devastated from being stretched well beyond their intended limits.

Before she could drift off, a familiar pink cloud surrounded her. She found herself in a strange house, surrounded by other women. One was Lucy Lawless, but much younger. Then there was a set of twins that resembled Sarah Michelle Gellar and Michelle Trachtenberg, but in their teens with exaggerated porn star bodies. She also recognized Brie Larson, Maisie Williams, and Daisy Ridley.

Each of them was either nude or wearing a sexy outfit. Brie was in a bikini. Sarah and Michelle were wearing porn parody versions of cheerleader uniforms. Lucy was clad in form fitting, revealing leather. Maisie and Daisy were just naked. Each of them wore a golden collar with a matching chain attaching them to the wall.

They were also frantically fucking one another. The room echoed with moans and screams of ecstasy. At this point, Taylor realized she was also nude except for her cowboy boots and collar. She also realized that her wrecked body had been restored to its previous state. The bruises, welts and aches all vanished. And her gaping holes felt even tighter than they were before she met Iman.

Without thinking, Taylor dropped to the floor and crawled to the harem girl orgy, wanting to be as wet and ready as possible for her master.