Serving the Goddesses (1st person, male/futa, celeb)

Story by Grobnar

So this is unique for me. This is written in 1st person and as an added bonus, is co-written by another talented writer TheNewcomer. His work can be found on other sites. Comments and feedback welcome. Enjoy.

Serving the Goddesses: Book 1

I’m writing this journal out of...I don’t know really. It seemed necessary to keep a record of the stranger events that have happened recently. The entries will be as I recall them, with some minor embellishments along the way. Yet they are 100% true.

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Entry 1: Taylor

Being a photographer had many perks, some may not be as obvious as others. And a few more are completely unexpected.

I got booked through a third party to take photos of some gala. I didn’t pay attention really. These celebrity events were normally full affairs. Snap a few pictures, don’t make eye contact and don’t dare speak to anyone. Pretty easy when most people ignored you anyway. The hotel was generic. After obtaining my ID card and badge I slipped in through the back, following the hand written signs to the event.

Typical of any event in Hollywood, the room was filled with suits and ties. And the women of course. Their dresses were all different designs, cuts, and colors that stood out from the drab blacks that the men wore. One in particular caught my eye. The way she moved was graceful; blonde hair spilled just past her shoulders. Her dress, emerald green, had a slit that showcased one beautiful thigh as she glides across the room. Her body language open as she travelled around greeting people and accepting well-wishes.

I raised my camera and centered her; snapping away as fast as my shutter clicked. After the first shot, my target turned towards me. Did she hear the snap? I wondered to myself. There was no way she could. Yet, Taylor Swift suddenly seemed intensely fixated in my direction. Settling down my paranoia I adjusted my aim elsewhere; allowing myself to take photos of another celebrity.

The incident was out of my mind when I felt someone approach me. Not even a person really, but an aura. It was hard to describe. A hand gently touched my shoulder and I froze. “Hey.”

Gears whirled and my brain rebooted. I’ve heard Taylor speak plenty of times, but this was something else. Was she always like this? Her voice was soft and sweet. My lack of response most have gotten to Taylor and she giggled. “I’m sorry did I break you?”

“I...uhhh…”

“Taylor.” She didn’t extend a hand but instead squeezed my shoulder slightly.

“Why don’t we take this somewhere else?” Taylor suggested, her hot breath dripping with desire. Well, there went another rule; never meet the clients. One hand was playful draped across my shoulder, musing my hair. The other was creeping down to my crotch. I could only dimly nod, my brain was fogged over with mixed emotions. On the one hand, Taylor Swift. On the other hand, professionalism for the job. If my dick had to vote it too would pick Taylor. 2:1 my protests were overruled. Not that it mattered. Taylor was already leading me away from the gala. We snaked through the halls of the hotel, avoiding people as we went. The entire time Taylor offered little bits of encouragement. “Oh you’re a cute one. You’ll do perfectly well.”

Soon she stopped in front of a hotel room door and waved her hand. Magically the door clicked and she pushed me inside. I barely turned around before she locked lips with me. Any resistance I felt melted away under the pressure of her plump lips. After an eternity, really it was a few seconds, she broke the kiss and looked into my eyes. Her arm draped across my shoulder and I found myself under her spell.

Even though I was taller than her 5’10” height, but didn’t stand a chance. Her grip dug into my arm and forced me to my knees. Kneeling before the veritable goddess her secret was revealed: a large bulge thrust out of the folds her green dr

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