Taylor Swift

Of the three choices, Taylor Swift stood out to you. Not only was she a stunning beauty, with a lithe and supple frame, perky tits and an undoubtedly toned little ass, but she held a degree of prestige that intrigued you. You couldn't help but feel like you needed to see her in a place like this to believe that she would actually provide such salacious and personal pleasures to you.

"Erm, Taylor Swift please," you smile, your cock already twitching at the possibilities. You couldn't wait to see just what kind of perversion you could get away with at this resort.

"Wonderful. If you make your way to your room at your leisure, she will be waiting to full acclimatise you to your lodgings. Do you have any questions about the resort?" Scarlett asked, tapping away on the computer for a few moments before folding her hands and looking towards you.

"No. None at all," you replied, eager to get up to your room and enjoy a true welcome to the resort.

"Then I hope you enjoy your stay," Scarlett smiled, gesturing towards the elevators at the far end of the foyer, just past a guest and celebrity intimately snogging in a small nook, the two letting their hands roam wild and hungrily without any shame.

"I'm sure I will," you smirked, grabbing your back-pack and enthusiastically making your way to the elevator. Stepping into the elevator, you felt your heart skip and race as you selected your floor and felt the elevator steadily climb upwards. As you reached your floor, the door pulled open and you stepped out into a respledent hotel corridor, doors lining the walls. Scanning each one as you passed for your room, you turned the corner and was met with a delightful sight.

Stopping just as you turned the corridor, you saw a man reclined against the wall, his trousers dropped down around his ankles, his cock momentarily exposed to the open air before a pair voluptuous lips enveloped him right down to the base. It was strange to watch another man getting sucked off, but the sheer normalcy with which the act was performed was nothing short of intriguing. Especially as you spotted who it was that was on their knees, working his cock with dutiful rhtyhm. None other than Anya Taylor-Joy, the beautiful blonde intimately rolling her lips from tip to base, effortlessly deepthroating the man, all the while her round, gorgeous eyes stared up at him, her bare naked body exposed in its lithe, supple glory.

Before you could become to enraptured, another figure turned the corner at the opposite end of the corridor, strutting past the Anya as she sucked cock. Your eyes immediately went to the fiery hair of the new celebrity as her long slender legs strode down the corridor, flaming locks bouncing with each step, a hairy nest of wild red pubic hair crowning her pussy. A playful smile crossed Emma Stone's lips as she noticed your staring, yet she was quick to glance over her shoulder and catch the man whom Anya was pleasing checking out her supple ass as she walked past.

Frozen in place by the bizarre sexual situation you were in, you noticed the man getting his cock sucked gesture to join him, yet just as you instinctively moved to do that, you noticed that Emma lacked any armband, which meant by the rules of the resort, she was free game. Not only that, but Taylor Swift was supposedly waiting in your room for you. Unsure what to do, you feel your opportunity to approach Emma slowly slipping away as she inches closer to you.