Going Black

BY : SandyRavage
Category: Celebrities - Misc > Het - Male/Female
Dragon prints: 17941
Disclaimer: I don't personally know any of the celebrities posted in this. I make no money off of this and this is completely fictional.

In one minute, 2010 was going to come to a close and 2011 would begin. The house was packed, almost a hundred people total. And the centerpiece of the party, Taylor Swift, was having a hard time truly taking it all in. She had just turned 21 two and a half weeks ago, and already had two albums hit number one on Billboards. All around her right now were throngs of family, friends, and executives. And she was very drunk.

“10!” The crowd shouted, startling Taylor out of her thoughts.

“9!” The ball was dropping.

“8!” Taylor realized, for the first time, that she was single. And that she had nobody to kiss for the new year.

“7!” She’d been single since her birthday, when her boyfriend missed her birthday party.

“6!” Her girlfriends had kept her company all night, but she felt truly alone right now.

“5!” She looked around, desperately, hoping to catch some cute guys eye.

“4!” Finally, she saw someone across the room.

“3!” The man, who was tall, black, and handsome, smiled at her.

“2!” She began to hurriedly walk towards him, her small breasts bouncing softly with each step.

“1!” He opened his mouth to tell the young, pretty girl ‘happy new years’ and then she kissed him.

He kept his eyes open in surprise, his hands grabbing her waist to steady himself. She was wearing a short, tight, strapless gold sequin dress that glittered. It showed off her long legs and complimented her tight ass, while also making her breasts look more full. He’d been checking her out earlier, and now she was kissing him.

She started to relax the kiss and pull back, but he leaned into her and kissed her hard. Taylor was taken by surprise and felt him press up against her. Then she felt something very...hard poking her. She quickly realized what it was, but it didn’t make sense to her. It felt way too big.

Finally the kiss broke. What she’d intended as a small kiss had turned into a 30 second make-out session. “Um, I…” She stammered out.

“My name’s Mike.” He told her with a smile.

“Oh my god! I’m Taylor. I should have, uh, introduced myself!”
“I mean, I know who you are. You are the reason everyone is here…”

Taylor blushed and moved her hair out of her face. As she did, she looked Mike up and down. His skin was dark and smooth, his head bald and his teeth very white. He was dressed in black dress pants and a blazer, and she couldn’t help but notice the huge penis-shaped outline in his pants.

“I guess! I’m sorry for ambushing you. I’m just a little drunk and newly single, and didn’t want to be kissless on New Year’s.”

“I don’t mind. I’m a little drunk myself, and very single. I also don’t mind a beautiful superstar-in-the-making wanting to kiss me.”

Again, her cheeks flushed red. “You’re flattering me.”

Mike grinned and nodded. “Yes, but I’m also telling the truth. I’m a music journalist, and you’ve been dominating a lot of the stories and discussions in the world of country and pop. You’re the biggest thing happening right now.”

All she could do was smile and blush again. But she did catch his eyes looking down her dress. And the thought of it made her warm.

“You just turned 21, right?”

Taylor nodded. “Yes, hence how much I’ve had to drink.”

“I’m turning 32 next month. Probably won’t be as much celebration.”

She shrugged, looking around the massive house. “Big celebrations can be exhausting. I’m actually thinking of trying to go find a quieter spot.”

“Oh yeah? Like where?”

“Well this is where I finished my last two albums. The studio is hidden away from the party-goers but I can give you a tour…”

Mike smiled at this, gesturing towards her. “I’m following you.”

Taylor led him through the crowd, maneuvering him through the many halls and doors the house contained. Finally, they found themselves in the studio. A large, spacious area with several sound systems and booths.

She was now showing him around and explaining her recording process, but he was having trouble listening. She was excited, her eyes shining and her smile wide. She looked gorgeous.

“...Mike?”

He snapped back to attention, his eyes meeting hers. “I’m sorry, what?”

“I asked you a question. But I think you were staring at my tits…”

Mike smiled sheepishly. “I was staring at your bright, beautiful eyes. At your enchanting smile. At your long, slender legs and flawless skin. And, yes, your tits. I apologize.”

Taylor felt hot at his words. She saw the bulge again in his pants.

“Mike, can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

Her heart was beating, but she wasn’t going to chicken out. “That...bulge in your pants...is that really…”

“My cock?”

The ball of heat in her stomach tightened. She nodded softly.

“Come find out.”

Her face turned a deep shade of red. Mike knew this could result in him being slapped or kicked out, but there was a look in her eyes that made him feel confident in this.

Taylor stepped forward, looking up into his eyes. Her hand moved forward slowly, grabbing him by the waist of his pants. Her hand slid down, her body nearly shaking and his body tense. Then she found it. Wrapped her hands around it.

Mike couldn’t help but grin when her eyes went wide. Taylor’s hand stayed wrapped around his dick, shock still in her system. It was so big. At least 7 inches long and 6 inches thick, and it was still getting hard in her hand. Her fist couldn’t fit around the whole thing. It was now just under 10 inches, fully hard, and she couldn’t believe it.

“Have you ever been with a black man, Taylor?”

She looked at him, shaking her head no.

“Well...get on your knees and suck this black cock.”

The words slammed into her and took her breath away. Nobody spoke to her like that. Nobody told Taylor Swift to get on her knees. Nobody bossed her around. So why was she sinking to her knees before him?

Mike could hardly believe this. He’d almost skipped this party. He had only gone because his boss had made him. The thought of going to a party for this spoiled, white princess who made the corniest and blandest music possible seemed like a punishment. And now this spoiled, white princess was on her knees fishing his cock out of his pants.

She held his cock with two hands, staring at it and feeling the weight of it. It was three inches bigger than the previous biggest cock she had, and twice as thick. She kissed the tip of it, and planted more kisses on his shaft. Her mouth was soft. She licked it gently, taking in the taste of his dick. She planted more kisses on his balls, licking and sucking on his ballsack.

He placed his hand on the back of her head, and she got the message. She opened her mouth as wide as she could, and wrapped her lips around the head. He very slowly pushed his cock forward, watching the young country artist struggle to take it. Her eyes were watering and she was drooling dumbly as he got five inches of his thick cock into her mouth.

Suddenly, she pushed him away and began to cough violently. She spit and wiped at her eyes, not realizing she was smearing her make-up. He grabbed her head again and immediately put his cock back into her mouth. To his surprise, she didn’t fight it. She began to suck him again, letting him push his dick as far into her mouth as possible. He looked at her with a mouthful of his meat and had the thought that this was a much better use for her oral skills than singing.

Seven inches disappeared into her mouth and once more she had to push him away. She fell forward slightly, on her hands and knees, coughing and sucking in breath. “Is that the best you can do?” He said quietly. Taylor looked up at him and shook her head. “Put that black dick in my mouth.”

Mike pointed his dick at her and grabbed her by her hair, pushing his cock back into her mouth and down her throat. Taylor had nearly taken the entire thing when she again tried to push him away. This time, however, he knocked her hands away and rammed his cock all the way in. Her eyes bugged out and she began to gag loudly. She slapped at his legs and tried to pull back as his balls pressed against her lower lip.

“Shh, shh, Taylor. Taylor. Breathe through your nose. Relax. Relax, Taylor.”

Slowly, little by little, she did calm down. Taylor Swift looked up at Mike, her throat bulging with his black cock. He almost laughed at how stupid and whorish she looked. He wasn’t looking at a wholesome teen idol, he was looking at a small, drunk white girl with nine inches of thick black cock stretching her mouth out in a nearly comical fashion.

“This is amazing. You are doing amazing. I never thought a white girl could swallow all this dick, and you did it. I am so impressed.” He let go of her head and he slid his cock out of her mouth. She coughed and gasped for air.

“Mike...were you really impressed…”? She asked between breaths.

“Of course! You’re incredible.”

Taylor smiled, and Mike wished she could see how much of a slut she looked like right now. Mascara running, drool on her chin, her hair in disarray. She gripped his large cock, and began to quietly sing into it like a microphone. “Don’t say yes...run away now. I’ll meet you when you’re out of the church at the back door…” 

She took his cock back into her mouth, and swallowed all nine inches again. She slobbered and gagged on his cock, sucking him enthusiastically. “Keep singing.” He said to her. She attempted to remove his cock but he held her head down. “Sing around my cock.”

“Dntsyyess...rnawunwrgh…” She continued to sing around his cock, and he never heard her singing sound better.

“Take that dress off, Taylor.”

The young girl nodded, dick still in mouth, and unzipped her dress. Mike unsheathed his cock from her throat and helped her to her feet. She shimmied out of the dress, standing in front of Mike wearing only a stick-on bra and nude-panties. She peeled off the bra and stepped out of her panties.

Mike drank in the sight of her naked, 21 year old body. She was slender, her tits small but perky. Her stomach was flat and taut. Her pussy was unshaven, with bright curly yellow hair. As much as Mike disliked her music, he had to admit to himself that her body was incredible. 

“Turn around.” Taylor did so without hesitation. Her ass was more round and bubbly than he’d have assumed. He grabbed her and bent her over one of the recording desks.

“Wait...do you have a condom?”

“Of course.” Mike lied, as he pressed his bare cock against her opening.

Taylor gripped the table as best she could as nine inches of dick began to push into her. She closed her eyes, pain and pleasure mixing together. Mike, for the first time, genuinely wished she would become the biggest thing in music someday. He’d love to see her become a huge celebrity and think back to the day he fucked her from behind in her studio.

Inch by inch slowly disappeared into her. Her long legs were splayed wide open and her tits pressed against the buttons on the desk. He slapped her ass hard, the cheek bouncing and turning a hand-shaped shade of red. His cock was stretching her out completely. Finally, all of his massive cock was inside of her. She’d never felt so full. It felt like her entire body was full of dick. She moaned, a whiny desperate sound. He began to pull out and her moans grew louder.

He continued to gradually withdraw his cock from her pussy until only the tip of his penis was still inside her. And then he slammed every inch of his dick back into her. Taylor screamed, a noise of ecstasy that bounced off the walls. “Fuck me, Mike! Fuck me!” She begged.

Mike didn’t need to be told twice. He began a steady rhythm, his meaty cock fucking her pussy in places it had never been touched. Taylor’s eyes began to roll to the back of her head, her tight, young cunt gripping him like a glove. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and began to fuck her as hard as he could, riding her like a bronco. Taylor was moaning and gasping and cursing as she was fucked thoroughly and intensely. Mike’s rhythm was relentless, bouncing her forward and back on his cock as he thrust deep inside of her. Taylor’s small tits jiggled as he fucked her senseless.

Taylor came around him, her high pitched orgasm sounding better than any song she had written. He held onto her waist as she thrust her pale, firm ass back at him and fucked herself on his cock. The studio was filled with the sounds of her ass slapping against his waist, of Mike’s concentrated grunts, and Taylor’s joyful screaming. Finally she stopped moving, collapsing on the desk.

Mike grabbed her around her waist and turned her back around, putting her down onto her knees. Taylor was still breathing deeply when the first, large load of cum hit her. It landed right on her forehead, splattering all over her. The next shots hit her face twice and then her tits. Finally, after unloading his cum onto her, he was empty. She looked up at him, her blue eyes peering out from underneath a thick layer of cum.

Mike took a mental picture of the sight before him. Taylor Swift, the young and pure and innocent country darling, was naked and covered in his cum. Her pussy was a mess, her beautiful face covered in jizz and ruined mascara. She had always been pretty, but he had never seen her look any better than with cum coating her face and dripping off her tits. He helped her to her feet. “I’m...going to use the bathroom…” She said, her voice hoarse and legs shaky.

He handed her the dress she’d taken off and watched her go into the restroom. He took out his phone and wrote a text to one of his friends. “No names, but I just fucked this little white slut at Taylor’s party.”

The friend replied a moment later. “2 bad it wasnt taylor lol”

Mike smirked, putting his phone away. He turned and left the studio. Taylor might be expecting him to still be there, but he had gotten more than what he was looking for that evening. “Maybe she’ll write a song about me.” He said to himself, chuckling. “The Night I Went Black.”



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