Taylor Swift Smut Novels & Stories

he whispered, as he trailed a trail of wet kisses down to my private part and I tensed, to which he quickly caught on and explained. "I want to taste you and for that I need to remove this" he said touching the edge of my panties "I promise you will like it" he added and watched me waiting for an answer as I looked at him hesitantly, wanting very much to refuse because this for me felt very intimate, I felt I would be too exposed, but then I saw his eyes burning with desire and looking at me as if I was the greatest and most perfect thing his eyes have ever seen and I could only nod.

With that, he stormed out and slammed the door behind him. Whitney didn’t even flinch. She locked the door, sat down at her computer, and opened T*****r. A devious glint danced in her eyes as she logged into her anonymous burner account—an account with over 100,000 followers, known for posting juicy industry gossip. She began typing. [I’ve seen Serena in person. She’s a hideous, hard-faced forty-something trying way too hard. Simon would never go for someone like that.] [Y’all really believe Simon has bad taste? Serena looks like someone’s aunt with way too much Botox.]

Her little dress was almost at her waist now. "Oh Jesus," Tommy whispered aloud. Now he couldclearly see both of his stepmother's holes, including the puffy sex lips and the tiny brown hole just inches away. His hand flew up and down on his penis, moving him rapidly toward a climax. Suddenly, he moaned and began to squirt his semen. The first blast flew above Tommy and splattered onto the back of his stepmother's thigh, near the junction of her sexual parts. When Tommy saw that, his climax intensified. In his sexual fog, it didn't occur to him that he might not be able to clean it off before his stepmother awoke. Sue could barely see what was happening but she knew from his groans that he wa

“As much as I want to hear your voice I don't think my ears could take any more of your hollering.” “YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH! LET ME GO!” Spittle sprayed from his lips as he shouted at my face. But since time was precious, I didn’t wipe it instead I pushed his brother’s tongue on his wide-open mouth before quickly covering it with the duck tape. I stared at him in amusement as he was making a disgusting gagging noise. “It's not that gross you know. Just imagine you're swapping spit with your girlfriend.” His eyes almost bulged from its socket the second I mention a girlfriend. I tilted my head. “I know your girlfriend,” I said in a flat voice.

, Brianna turned to face Mike and placed a pink manicured hand on his sleeve. “That’s all right, Bri. We’re not exclusive”, Mike was unfazed. “We’re not?” Brianna seemed disappointed. I guess she wanted to be the only one with multiple partners in the equation. “But I only love you”. I snorted. That was a little too far, even for Brianna. “Do you want to say something, flat chest? Who invited this cheap Taylor Swift knockoff, anyway?”. It’s the bangs. I really like my hair, but the comparison to Taylor Swift is a little irritating.

I SWEAR TO GOD, I’M GONNA PUNCH YOU AND CHEW YOUR DICK LIKE BUBBLE GUM! Inner Devil: “…I was not prepared for that.” Inner Devil 2: “Do we support or intervene?” Taylor: [???] Taylor: [You would NOT dare.] Taylor: [DELETE THAT TEXT IMMEDIATELY. WE CANNOT LEAVE DIGITAL FOOTPRINTS.] Charlie: [Deleted.] Taylor: [Good. We never speak of this again.] Taylor: […But also, you’re insane, and I love you. You are the only hot chick I will ever want.]

Teyana got behind her, face inches from her wet slimy snatch. Taylor's hands went behind her ass, yanking her undies harder to the side, the string almost snapping off. "Please...Teyana...suck my pussy good." Teyana didn't waste time, her mouth slurping on the soaked cunt. I walked over, cock leading the way. I grabbed Teyana's hair, pushing it back for a second. Then, I spat right on Taylor's open pussy, spit landing straight into her hole. "Shit!! Shit...." She sobbed, pushing her pussy back.

I was still thinking of how it made sense when a girl with blonde highlights pushed me in the seat so that I almost fell out the other side. "Taylor," her voice was high-pitched. The kinds you'd see in movies and instantly get annoyed. I pushed her back, and she fell right to the ground. I, too, was amazed by my strength, and when I looked up to Taylor, he had a smile on his face. Not a smirk that made him look like a playboy, but a genuine smile, as if he was proud of my actions.

She smiled at how neat it was, anyway: my big bed, the study table at the end of the room, my closet, and my Taylor Swift poster. “Well, I didn't know you were a fan of this beauty,” Ann said as she ran her hand over the poster of Taylor Swift. “She is cute, beautiful, and classy. I love her charm; it always draws everyone in. Anyway, I somehow wish to be like her someday.” I knew I sounded foolish. How could I ever be like her? I looked over at myself. I was overweight and had an ugly birthmark on my face. “I can't be like her.”

She gave him a nasty little smirk, "I know you do, I know all the guys do as well and I love it." "You do?" Sam asked in shock. "I do, I mean after all," She said and grabbed the top of her shirt, then pulled it down to expose more of her sexy cleavage, "Isn't that what I am; a fucking dick teaser?" "I was just um..." Sam stopped as she placed her finger to his lips. "See that's the problem here Sam. Looking is fine, fantasizing is fine, but writing crude nasty things about me was where you were wrong today."