Taylor Swift

Taylor Swift. You’d never think that someone so keen on cultivating such a squeaky clean image would ever end up on a Starliner cruise – and, generally, you’d be right. We didn’t try to acquire her, and there weren’t even any tasty **** titbits that fell in out laps. She came to us, because a few of her friends were on our radar – and she’d promised that she’d come abroad if they didn’t have to.

We accepted, on the condition that she’d do a few things for us while she was here. Of course, we don’t have any intention of actually keeping our promise, but by the time she finds out she won’t be in a position to do anything about it.

In any case, given that you’ve ordered her, why don’t you put her in a few positions yourself?

Taylor comes into your room wearing a little skirt barely covering her thighs and a tank top cut so high that you can see the underside of her breasts. She’s also smiling, which surprises you – most people employed on a Starliner trip don’t look happy about it.

“Hello, master. If there anything that you’d like this slut to do?” Taylor says brightly.

You look at her in surprise. No one that you’ve seen so far is this cheerful. Under your scrutiny, however, you can see that her smile is far from genuine, and she visibly flinches when you stand up.

Well, now. You appreciate someone submissive, and you can’t pretend that you didn’t enjoy hearing Taylor Swift calling you her master – even if you tried, you notice that Taylor can’t help but glance at the bulging tent in your trousers. She swallows noticeably, then looks back at you and says “I’m up for anything, master.”

“Get on your knees.” You say roughly. Taylor obeys quickly. She’s now level with the bulge in your trousers, and she doesn’t quite seem to be able to take her eyes off of it. “What do you think of that, hmm? It’s all for you.”

“It’s... very big, master. This slut looks forward to taking it.” Taylor replies.

“Well, lets start with your mouth. Suck my cock.”

“Yes, sir, gladly.” Taylor says. Despite the words, her hand trembles slightly as she unzips your trousers and pulls them down, releasing your engorged dick.

She licks it, tentatively, her tongue circling around the tip of your cock. You twitch involuntarily – it hadn’t occurred to you that Taylor might actually know her way around a cock. She runs her tongue along the underside of the cock before taking the head in her mouth. She closes her eyes – she can’t bear to see what she’s doing, you expect – but you’re not having that. You reach down and yank on the thin strip of cloth that passes for her shirt, exposing her breasts. They’re small, but firm, the nipples hard and erect. You rub one between your fingers and her eyes flash open, and Taylor makes a small moan around your cock.

You continue playing with her nipple with one hand while you put the other hand to the back of her head, roughly twining your fingers through her hair. She seems to get the message and slides down on your cock, saliva dribbling slightly out of her mouth. You can feel the tip against the back of your throat, and when she tries to move back, you hold her in place.

Taylor looks up at you, eyes wide, visibly frightened now. You smile down at her and squeeze her nipple roughly, and she makes a muffled squealing sound around your cock that just feels delightful. “Am I hurting you, slut?” You pull her hair back, and she squeals again. “I thought sluts enjoyed this sort of thing. Don’t you like sucking cock, Taylor?”

You begin to mercilessly facefuck her, still mauling her tits as you do so. She grunts repeatedly, saliva running down her face, her makeup running. You think that you’ve never seen anything so beautiful. Of course, there is one thing that you think might improve it, and fortunately you’re pretty close.

It isn’t long before you pull out, and Taylor takes a deep breath, visibly trembling. You keep your hand wrapped in her hair, keeping her from moving, and stroke your cock with your free hand. You cum on her face – several strands land across her lips, one on her forehead, almost in her eye, and one in her hair. You let go, pushing her away. She sprawls on the floor.

“I’m hungry, slut.” You say. “Go and get me something to eat. Oh, and keep the cum on your face... there’ll be more of that later.”

She looks up at you, and you can see the **** of will it takes for Taylor to smile at you and say “Yes, master. I look forward to it.”

Taylor leaves, and you clean yourself up, wondering what you’ll do with her when she comes back.