Taylor craves to be sexually dominated

“What problem?” Taylor looked at the man who had just fucked her silly with puzzlement and alarm. “You’re not going to **** me are you?”

“Of course not, who do you think I am?!” Mark pushed himself up and looked at her indignantly. He had thought about it but had decided that **** was too risky. Her management could learn about it and they could be really ruthless if you threaten their livelihood. “Here I am helping you out of a difficult situation and what do I get? I get a slanderous accusation.”

“I’m so sorry Mark, please forgive me! I swear that I’m grateful.” Taylor grabbed his rough hand pushing his palm between her perky tits. “Please tell me about the problem I think I have.”

“Alright I will, but only because I like you and you had a rough night.” He relented enjoying the touch of her smooth soft skin. “Simply put Ms. Swift you like, no you crave, to be sexually dominated.”

“No I don’t.” Taylor’s protest was interrupted by Mark’s hand which quickly moved from her chest to her neck. He squeezed her roughly and pinned her to the bed. That caused her to gasp in both fear an arousal.

“Yes you do.” He hissed in her ear. His other hand found her swollen from their sex labia, his fingers finding and pinching her hardened clit. The young star didn’t even attempt to resist. Instead her body submitted and her soft thighs spread invitingly. For a brief moment lust and fear battled in her baby blue eyes but lust was easily victorious.

“Look at you Taylor, I just had to put my hand around your neck and your body was practically begging me for a hard fuck.” Mark told the panting blonde beauty. Her cheeks quickly reddened in shame.

“Can you imagine what will happen if some guy you had a fling with found this out? He could take advantage of you or worse he could **** you to make a sex video and leak it to the tabloids.” Part of Mark really enjoyed the sudden look of fear on Taylor Swift’s pretty face.

“That would ruin my career forever.” She whispered breathlessly. Her light blue eyes pleaded with him. “What am I going to do?”

“You could ask someone you trust to satisfy these urges and keep them at bay.”

“Who, all of the guys I know care about fame even more than me. They could never keep something like this to themselves.” She sobbed desperately, her naked small firm tits rose and fell oh so enticingly.

“Oh Mark could you help me?” He grinned like a cat that had just eaten the canary.

“I would love to help you. I do have two conditions; first you’ll hire me as your personal chauffeur to explain the time we’ll spend together. And second, when we’re alone you’ll do everything I tell you without questions or hesitation.” His newly hard dick plunged in Taylor’s wet eager pussy just as she nodded her agreement.