She trusted Emma, but as she pulled her car up to the very non-descript building, she began to wonder if Emma was playing a joke on her. Then again, there was also no paparazzi outside, no cameramen, no one. “Get naked and get on massage table now, darling-dear,” Anya said, pushing Taylor towards the table across the room. “We are now going to massage and stretch you, Taylor. “You shoulders are tight, darling-dear,” Anya said. Denied from Anya’s fingers earlier, Taylor’s body seemed to climax even harder as her stretched pussy gripped the dildo inside her tight, her body clenching against the invader, though Anya kept it pounding in and out as Taylor’s mind seemed to separate from the rest of her body.
She could get out of her car, dressed in her tight black Nike tank-top and short shorts and not worry about being plastered all over the internet like she was the last time she’d dared to go work out at her usual gym. “You have much stress here, I think.” “Yeah, stress,” Taylor agreed lazily. Anya worked her hands together down Taylor’s spine until she hit the curve of Taylor’s ass. Anya rammed the plastic cock in and out of Taylor, and in no time, Taylor was writhing about on the table like a woman possessed. She knew nothing but sexual pleasure for a long, long time, actually passing out from her orgasm. The sex wasn’t over, and it was about to get dirtier. Anya pressed her cool, lube covered finger against Taylor’s back entrance, and quickly worked inside the singer.
“Hey,” the girl said by way of greeting as she passed Taylor and headed towards her car. A headphone/microphone combo seemed to come out of her hair next to her ear. ” “Uh, yeah,” Taylor said, tempted to point to the magazine the girl had just been reading. Your privacy will always be respected.” “I like that,” Taylor said. “You let me know if this hurts, darling-dear,” Anya said. It felt amazing, the pressure working it’s way down the very center of Taylor’s back. When she reached the bottom, Anya turned her arm 90 degrees and worked the elbow back and forth over the small of Taylor’s back before going another 90 and working all the way back up to the base of Taylor’s neck. She worked plenty of the massage oil into Taylor’s pale flesh. This time, she started down at the feet, working up until she reached Taylor’s ass. “Then let Anya make you feel so good.” Taylor took a deep breath and relented. Anya immediately began running her finger down Taylor’s crack, tracing the path of the massage oil. Maybe she had dreamt it, dozed off and let her imagination run wild. ” Taylor said, but Anya’s answer was to take Taylor’s leg and bend it at the knee until her heel was pressed against her own butt. “Anya loves all of it, and Anya loves you, but not that way, yes? Still, her arm DID feel stretched, and she supposed that was important. Anya moved behind Taylor’s head and got down on her knees on a small stool next to the table. For what seemed like an eternity to Taylor nothing happened, just some rustling of fabric. With her pussy filled, and her body already primed for sex after two most powerful orgasms, Taylor Swift felt nothing but pleasure as the dildo slowly but surely entered her deepest, darkest parts.
Taylor turned and watched her go, marveling at how serene she looked. As the woman drove off, Taylor entered the building and was surprised to see just a receptionist at a desk. Just a desk, a girl, and a hallway leading off to the left. ” Taylor asked, getting the girl to look up from her magazine – one that had Taylor on the cover, she noted. How long had it been since someone HADN’T recognized her, Taylor mused. “Ultra Stretch is more about stretching the body that working it out. The blonde country star felt like her arm was butter by the time Anya moved over to the other side and repeated herself. She was no longer naked on a table in some faceless building in LA. Taylor had never once gone skinny dipping in her life, but if Anya had asked her to at that moment, she would have. Unlike when she did the back, this time when Anya drizzled massage oil over Taylor’s buttocks, Anya rubbed it in. They’re too rough.” “Boys always are,” Anya said, drizzling more oil over Taylor’s butt. “Is okay, Taylor,” Anya said, as if reading Taylor’s mind. Taylor cooed in response as Anya’s finger darted over her butt hole and continued to the sweet folds of Taylor’s pussy. It had been a while since Taylor has last gotten any – despite her many public relationships, Taylor hadn’t taken very many of them to bed, often not seeing them for weeks at a time. Besides, Anya has much more work to do on you, yes? A physical trainer who went a little too far with her patients? The oil returned as Anya began to coat the front of Taylor’s legs. But the physical trainer just kept on rubbing up Taylor’s legs, as if nothing had happened. But it just seemed to be delaying Anya’s return to Taylor’s crotch, and that was all Taylor really wanted. This brought her tits level with the top of Taylor’s head, and more than once, the country chanteuse would feel her personal trainer’s hard nipples brush against her hair. ” Anya teased Taylor again, sliding the tip up and down Taylor’s pussy lips, but still refusing to put it in. But then came the pressure at the entrance to Taylor’s ass, and to her surprise, the well-lubed dildo began to push into her well-lubed ass with ease. Her times with boys in her butt had never been like this.
Taylor tied her hair back in a loose ponytail, grabbed her sunglasses, and got out of the car. Anya started her slow, but built the speed quickly, and within a few minutes, Taylor was walking as fast as she could and breathing heavily. Then her hands came back up the sides of Taylor’s back before crossing her shoulders and running down the singer’s arms. “Time to turn over, rolling this shoulder towards me, yes? “But, but-” “Have done your butt, darling-dear,” Anya said with a smile as she came up towards Taylor’s head. Then neck.” The masseuse leaned in close and whispered the next bit in Taylor’s ear. Anya took some lotion and spread it over her hands before dripping some on Taylor’s collarbone. She awoke to Anya pressing a cool cloth against her head. “We’re not done yet.” “Oh, Anya,” Taylor said, trying to sit up. Taylor wasn’t an anal virgin, either, but she’d only done it twice, and hadn’t enjoyed it either time.