” Taylor jumped off the treadmill, sweat making her black outfit stick to her like a second skin, and hurried over to where Anya was hefting the heavy ball. She hadn’t done much strength training, preferring her exercise to just keep her trim and in shape enough for her lengthy concerts. She was a little concerned, because she saw little of the equipment usually used in pilates. They moved to standing exercises that had Taylor stretched out on one foot, both hands spread wide as she stared at her topless self in the mirror. But then wouldn’t she be looking at Taylor’s naked breasts? I’m going to start by having you put your arms down by your sides, yes? Let me know if this hurts.” Just like that, Anya started pressing down on Taylor’s back. Taylor couldn’t see, but she thought maybe Anya was using the heel of her hands.
” Taylor hefted the ball back, surprised by the way her arms burned. “Drink water now, Taylor,” Anya said, hefting a bottle with the Ultra Stretch logo on it towards the singer. “We rest for five minutes, then it’s time for Pilates, yes? She’d done a little pilates over the years, but wasn’t the strictest follower of it. Using both yoga poses and mat work exercises, Anya stretched Taylor’s arms, legs, and even her neck and back.
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.
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.
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.
“Ah, Miss Swift, may I introduce Anya, your personal trainer? “Hello,” Taylor said, taking Anya’s hand as she approached. All that mattered was that Taylor’s hot, sweaty body needed sexual release, and Anya was providing it. Using her other hand, Anya was now gently rubbing Taylor’s clit at the same time she pounded into her slit. This wasn’t even the first time she’d been sexually touched by another woman. Anya knew exactly what she was doing, and Taylor’s body was reacting to every thrust and flick of her fingers. She couldn’t think straight for a while, her brain clouded with orgasm, and when she finally came around, she was surprised to find herself laying down still on the table as Anya was gently massaging her feet. As she shifted to move Taylor’s head to the other side, Taylor mused that this felt almost as good as the orgasm she’d had a few minutes ago. Taylor felt wonderful and almost – ALMOST – felt like she could leave this place happy without any more work. Taylor nearly jumped out of her skin, the contact she’d craved for a while now coming so suddenly. She never saw where Anya got the lube – but it was definitely different from the oil she’d been using on Taylor’s body all this time. The singer couldn’t keep her eyes open, and her hands went automatically to her tits, squeezing the tiny things as best she could, trying to get more and more pleasure, even as her stuffed pussy was overloading her brain. ” Taylor gushed as Anya bottomed out the dildo, the entire thing up inside Taylor Swift’s dripping wet snatch. ” Taylor swore, every nerve in her pussy sending erotic shockwaves through her skin. Her ass was stretched further than it ever had been before, or likely ever would again, and until she got off again, she’d be a slobbering, sex-craved idiot. But eventually, Anya started to slowly withdraw the dildo from Taylor’s ass.
Anya shook it, then went a step further, hugging Taylor tightly. “So sweet, darling-dear,” Anya said, her voice a little quieter. The best sex of Taylor’s life couldn’t compare to this simple little hand work. “Your left side is tighter than the right,” Anya informed her. You just have more stress there.” “I don’t feel stressed right now,” Taylor admitted. But Anya had promised more pussy work, and Taylor wanted that more than she’d ever admit. But Anya knew what she was doing, even as she bent over Taylor’s body to press her own naked breasts against the singer’s stomach. Instead of the slightly warm feeling of the lotion, the lube was cool, and as Anya placed a finger coated with it against Taylor’s pussy, the singer shivered, perversely enjoying the sensation. “It’s o-okay,” Taylor said as Anya’s finger once more entered her lower lips and began spreading the coolness around. “Oh, wow,” Was all Taylor could say as the cool plastic began to part her pussy. Taylor had never been so filled in all her life, and it felt fantastic. Anya pulled the plastic beast out much faster than she put it in, and Taylor’s back arched in response. Taylor couldn’t form words, couldn’t for complete thoughts. Once more, the singer was thankful for all the lube, but she could barely stammer how good it felt, feeling the large plastic cock slide out of her backside.
They worked with the medicine ball for another ten minutes or so before Anya stopped her. Ultra Stretch called it Pilates, but it was really more Yogilates, a mixture of pilates and yoga designed to stretch Taylor’s entire body.
Taylor needn’t have worried about the lack of equipment.