Note- More made up fiction based on those in celebrity. Inspired by the popular ‘Shoplyfter’ XXX videos.

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“I am not a thief, and neither is my friend. So, there.”

With an almost aristocratical aplomb, Emma Watson folded her arms, held her chin up and set her jaw in defiance.

Beside her sat Taylor Swift, whose lower lip trembled slightly as the store’s loss prevention officer sat at his desk feverously writing notes.

“Well, I’m going to have to search the pair of you in order to corroborate that statement. So, strip.”

The forty year old uniformed guard eased back in his seat and steepled his fingers. With a self-satisfied grin he then spread his hands and nodded at the bemused girls.

x

Earlier in the day, Taylor had awoken naked and alone in Emma’s bed. She sat up and glanced at the bedside clock which read a few minutes past noon. She yawned and ran a hand through tousled hair as she guessed that she had slept for ten hours after she and the bubbly English actress had seduced her. Odd to think that since Emma had arrived in New York City the previous morning they had fucked twice. Even for the open minded American signer/songwriter, it had been a delicious experience to indulge in such wanton and outrageous behaviour. She smiled to herself and got out of the bed to saunter over to the big window that looked down on Lexington Avenue.

“You look so scrummy from behind.”

The bedroom door opened and an equally butt naked Emma entered looking like the cat who stole the cream.

“Thank you,” answered Taylor in a husky voice.

Towards the end of 2019, Emma had been wearying of life on various film studios lots and the never ending red carpet premieres and parties. The time had come, she declared to herself, to beat a well earned retreat. Coinciding with the global pandemic in early 2020, Emma had been ensconced in London, a familiar place where the effervescent actress and model could cultivate a spirit of where she was in life. She announced to the media that she was ‘self-partnered’ and had no immediate plans to marry or settle down. After a few half hearted romances, Emma was now enjoying a lifestyle of impartial, but very satisfying, sexual relations with both sexes. One of her treasured friendships was with the stylish and confidant Taylor Swift.

“You smell of flowers.”

Fresh from a luxuriant bubble bath, Emma’s lips descended onto Taylor’s fire truck red lips as they embraced in a passionate French kiss.

The backs of Taylor’s thighs met the windowsill as Emma pushed her hips to and fro energetically. Their bellies and tits met in an erotic bump and grind as Emma pressed her right leg between Taylor’s and unlocked her silky thighs.

As her firm bum squashed against the white wood of the window frame, Taylor tilted her head back and welcomed the warm hand of Emma which came up and sat delightfully between the milky white Ass cheeks and shaven mons of the moaning female.

“Mmm, nice.”

Both panted like exhausted race horses as Taylor held onto Emma’s bottom and squeezed tightly with her slender hands.

The daylight streamed through the large window and caused a halo of light to highlight Taylor’s ash blonde locks.

Her long flowing hair was parted on one side, but it was her crystal blue eyes that were the first thing people noticed about her. She had decent size breasts, similar to Emma’s but with perkier nipples that always seemed to be erect.

“Sleep well?”

“Mmm, hmm.”

Taylor was a little taller than Emma as she pulled the attractive actress closer. Emma had equally alluring eyes, doe like with long lashes. They were bewitching to look into and Taylor felt herself being pulled into them.

The leggy blonde hissed as she was finger-fucked. Emma probed ever deeper as she started working her clit. She opened her mouth in a silent scream as she felt the other woman’s fingers begin to dance against her own sensitive clit.

“Yikes!”

Inflamed by a mutual lust, they gradually moved to the bed. They fell on top of the soft mattress, Taylor pulling Emma down on top of her, crossways on the bed. Their eager tongues teased and flickered in and out of their hungry mouths.

The blonde babe ran her slender hands lightly up and down Emma’s sides and lower back. The English woman felt so soft and yielding as she moaned with a pent up desire. They rolled and switched positions. Emma dry humped Taylor and began to moan loudly from the sweet caresses. Her Pussy was already dripping and throbbed delightfully.

“Suck my tits, babe.”

Emma dipped her head and teased the hard nipples with her teeth. Her light brown hair fanned her pretty face as she licked, nibbled, and sucked on Taylor’s tits. Emma arched her back as the blonde dragged her hand into the crease of her soaked Pussy.

In the more dominant position, Emma worked her way down until her face was level with Taylor’s muff.

“Oh, yeah!” hummed Taylor as Emma licked the bald outer lips of her Pussy.

With a surprising maturity and experience, the outwardly demure English rose lapped gently at the inside of her thighs, spreading her willowy pins out for a better view. Emma inhaled through her nostrils as she began to slide her tongue in long sweeping moves from the top of her snatch to her anus. Every sweep of her flattened tongue brought forth Taylor’s thick Pussy juice, which painted her lips and chin.

“So, sweet,” murmured Emma as she paused for a moment.

She licked her fingers and shifted. Emma began to flick her tongue up and down on her clit, slowly sliding two fingers into her wet slit at the same time.

“Keep…doing…that.”

Taylor panted heavily and lifted upward toward Emma’s face, grabbing bunches of the sheet in both fists.

Her groans grew more urgent and shrill, and Emma guessed the blonde was near climax. She kept frigging and licking Taylor’s aching mons until her entire body stiffened. Her Pussy squirted cum inside Emma’s mouth and all over her face.

Emma’s fingers spread her lips and her tongue slid deliciously along the folds of Taylor’s wet peach.

“My turn.”

Taylor flipped the pair and her scarlet lips puckered up on Emma’s clit while she slowly inserted her fingers into her wet hole. Emma quivered on her back as her Pussy was pumped and pumped. Taylor focused on the vision of Emma’s muff which had a small tuft of downy pubic fur that rested just above her swollen labia.

Taylor parted her lips with her fingers and lowered her tongue to lick and slide deep inside her juicy hole. Her tongue started to dart out like a snake to orally caress her hard little clit which caused Emma to purr softly.

She grabbed a handful of Taylor’s long hair as her buttocks were parted and a pointed tongue gently encircled her puckered asshole.

“Oh my goodness!”

Emma lifted her legs way up as her anus was stimulated beyond expectations. Taylor drove up faster and faster, strumming Emma’s clit with the palm of her hand whilst she did so.

“Fuck! I’m coming!”

Emma’s legs went limp as she came and her body relaxed as she welcomed the rush of orgasmic vibrations. The blonde sprawled over her body and Taylor scissored her legs in between Emma’s. Their pussies meshed up in each other in a damp compress.

“Like this.”

Taylor gyrated her hips and Emma followed suit so that their cunts rubbed on each other in a lewd squelching sound. Their inner thighs became wet with perspiration, and Emma became aware of a line of sweat that made a line between her jiggling tits. They looked into each others eyes and held hands as they Pussy fucked each other feverishly. They bounced on the bed madly, urging the other to Orgasm. It didn’t take long. Once spent, they collapsed in a mess of arms and legs and they giggled for ages.

x

That same afternoon, Emma decided to show her latest best friend around one of her favourite stores in the city. The unique and unfussy fashion boutique, Otte, is situated on Madison Avenue. They took a short taxi ride from Emma’s chic apartment building at around six and both celebrities grinned when they saw the sale sign in the store window.

“85% off! Cool!”

Despite both being very well off, they each loved a bargain. They began to browse inside the brightly lit shop. Taylor eying up the rack of wide leg pants, while Emma studied a pullover short sleeved dress.

As it was approaching closing time, the place was empty of other customers. Apart from the cashier, the only person in attendance was a uniformed man who seemed to be hovering on the fringe of the main showroom.

Emma looked away for the merest of time, only to hear her friend shriek.

“Let go of me, you creep!”

Looking up, Emma saw the guard grip the arm of Taylor and hold her steady.

“What’s going on?”

Emma turned as the man closed his hand around Taylor’s upper arm, just above the elbow and roughly pulled her through the store.

“You’d better come along too, Miss.” He said as he roughly shoved the blonde into a secluded area that appeared to be some sort of surveillance area.

All three stepped into a private room at the end of the corridor which had just a single table and two chairs. The shelves that ran along one wall strained under the weight of massive folders and dusty old clothing.

“Ladies, please be seated.”

Both celebrities looked at each other and shrugged. Taylor rubbed her upper arm and glared angrily at the guard.

“Ladies, I am Officer Drake. Do you understand why you are here?”

“No, why?”

“The shop has been having a lot of issues with shoplifters lately. Ever since the end of the lockdowns, actually.”

“I didn’t take anything, and neither did my friend.”

Emma looked from the guard, then to Taylor, and back to the officer again. He seemed in his late thirties or early forties, with unkept hair, and a two day stubble that had a little grey in it. His light blue shirt stretched tight against his biceps and accentuated the bulkiness of his chest. An former athlete maybe? Or perhaps ex-police.

“Have either of you been drinking or taking drugs?”

“Certainly not! Bloody cheek!”

Drake narrowed his eyes at Emma.

“You speak funny. Australian?”

“English, you idiot!”

“What are your names?”

“Go, fuck yourself!”

Emma was slightly shocked at Taylor’s abrupt language to the guard and instinctively put her hand over her mouth.

Drake stood up sharply and wagged a finger in the famous singers face.

“Look. We have two ways of doing this. Either my way, or I turn you over to the cops. Names.”

“I’m Taylor, and this is Emma. And you have no right to keep us in here.”

“I have every right. Hand over your identification.”

Emma fished in her purse for her passport, and Taylor for her driving license.

He snatched them from their hands and studied their faces and corresponding photographs.

“Taylor Swift? THE Taylor Swift?”

The leggy blonde nodded silently.

“And you are the English actress, Emma Watson. From England.”

Emma folded her arms again and tapped her foot on the floor tiles.

“Is he taking the piss?”

“Nah. He’s just a dumbass.” Said Taylor with a smug grin.

“I have reason to believe that one of you, or both, have been pilfering. I will have to perform a frisk search on the pair of you.”

“No, you’re fucking not!”

“Hey this is standard procedure, if you have nothing to hide, then what are you worried about? Stand up.”

The girls did so and Drake came up close behind Emma to remove her BLK DNM leather jacket. He spread her legs with his knee with an altogether unnecessary force and lifted her arms straight out. Emma felt his hands travel over her arms and boldly over the front of her white tee shirt. He lingered at her breasts and she grimaced to he pawed at them through the thin cotton.

“Is this absolutely necessary?”

Her face remained calm, but her mind was working overtime.

“Yes,” he answered abruptly.

Then he moved his hands over her stomach and down between her legs where they pressed firmly on her black leather mini skirt. She tried to close her legs but his knee kept them firmly apart.

“Just relax, and we’ll be done.”

He stuck his knee between her legs and kicked her feet apart wider. Emma gasped as he wormed his way under her dress which rode up to her upper thighs. His fingers fleetingly brushed her mound under her panties, and she bristled at the lewd touch.

Seemingly satisfied, he moved to Taylor in her oversized J Brand denim jacket that served as a dress, and stood close behind her. He started at her sides, placing his hands directly under her and raised her arms up, then patted her down from collarbone to breasts. Her nipples got harder under the jacket as he frisked her. He moved his hands slower than necessary down her sides, one hand moving to her front over her belly. He kept on moving down over her hips and briefly over her rear cheeks. Taylor was breathing hard, and the officer asked her in a mocking tone.

“Nervous. Or just a guilty conscience?”

Drake let his fingers graze over her Ass one more time, feeling his cock stretch his pants tight as he became more aroused. Emma saw a glint in his blue eyes that sounded alarm bells in her head.

Drake stopped and rubbed his chin.

“Satisfied?” Asked Taylor.

“Maybe.”

He returned to an impatient Emma and went down on his haunches behind her. Now at eye level with her tight Ass, the officer put his hands first on her right leg, above her knee, and moved downwards. He felt her shiver as he moved his hands slowly back up, stopping a little higher than where he started. He repeated the process on her left leg.

Emma sucked in her breath sharply and looked to her left to see Taylor seething.

“Hey, dummy. You enjoying this?”

Drake grinned as the blonde pointed out his by now obvious boner. Emma dropped her head as involuntarily arched her back, her Ass bumping against the front of his legs.

“This search hasn’t proven anything one way or another.”

“So, we can go?”

“Oh, no, no, no. Strip down to your underwear.”

“You’re kidding!”

“Afraid not.”

Emma shrieked as Drake stepped forward and put both hands on the waistband of her skirt. He tugged down the zip at the back and pulled it down to her Tabitha Simmons ankle boots. The skirt pooled at her heels, followed momentarily by her shirt.

Now she was naked except for her panties.

Drake appeared impassive at the sight of the quivering actress, although his tented pants belied his true response.

“This skirt has an Otte label.”

“I know. I bought it here a year ago.”

“Do you have a receipt? Any proof of purchase?”

“No. Look. We’re done here. Lets go, Taylor.”

Emma stood bolt upright and looked to the door of the cramped room.

“One minute, ladies. Take a look there, there, and there.”

Emma followed his index finger and noted the cameras that were trained on the pair of them.

“If you don’t cooperate, I would have no option but to turn the tapes over to the cops. Would your fanbase tolerate that?”

“Oh, for heaven sake! You’re filming us?”

Taylor undid her own jacket and it slide off her slender frame in a flurry of swinging arms. Bereft of any underwear, the attractive blonde stood proudly in the buff. Her tits heaving with every breath.

“Get it over with.”

“Good girls. Now, face the desk.”

His eyes drank in the exquisite curve of Emma’s bottom that stuck out of her very tiny panties. Drake again caressed her shoulders and tits, gathering pace as he moved down to her muff. Their was no doubt whatsoever now that the guard had an erection, as Emma felt his stiffness press into the tantalising cleft of her Ass as he leaned into her.

He bent her over at the waist, laying her over the surface of her desk and he ran the palms of his hands along the soft insides of her spread legs. She gasped as he peeled her underwear down her thighs to her ankles. It now dawned on Emma his true intensions.

“Anything concealed in here?”

“HEY!”

“Behave!”

He moved back to his position behind her and placed a hand on the small of her back as his large hand came down hard on her right cheek.

“OW!” Shrieked Emma as she lurched against the desk.

His hand spanked her on the opposite cheek. Back and forth he moved from one to the other until her Ass was bright pink all over.

“Resist and you get punished.”

Emma was more amazed than outraged as she felt her Pussy moisten with a sexual excitement. Drake reached around and stroked the damp mound of her quim and delved inside her slit.

In a state of shock, Emma froze as his middle digit slipped up inside her.

As she glanced at the blonde beside her, she was surprised to see Taylor with her thighs splayed and busy rubbing her Pussy with an obvious lust.

“She looks about ready, right?” Quipped Drake.

Emma bit her lip as he opened her thighs and buried his face between them, extending his tongue into her Pussy.

She groaned aloud, any inhibitions starting to be overcome by sheer desire. The situation was downright filthy, but she was beginning to wilt.

Drake’s skillful oral attack was pretty good, and her juices began to ooze from her overworked slit.

“You. Blondie.”

Taylor sidled over and ran her hand over his big bulge.

She fumbled with the zipper and reached inside his fly. The tension was so great you could have cut it with a knife.

Her fingers retrieved his erect cock and as it emerged and pointed skyward, both girls went wide eyed at how well hung Drake was.

“The deal is, you both suck me off and we’ll say no more about it.”

Taylor shrugged and slid down the front of his body until she was kneeling right in front of his groin. She opened her mouth wide, wetted her lips and plunged down until the head of his cock was inside her mouth.

She inclined her head toward the bloated head and began to run her tongue around the smooth contours of the glans.

Her lips parted as she took three inches of rigid dick into her mouth.

His knob pulsed on her tongue as she sucked him in, drooling spit as she did so.

Emma looked on engrossed at the sight of Taylor Swift gobbling up the man’s stiff prick, her scarlet lips slurping noisily all over the veiny shaft.

“Are you in?”

Winking at Emma, she let it out with a smack of the lips and began licking along one side of his shaft from base to tip. When she reached the top she ran her tongue down the other side. Emma joined in and serviced the opposite side of the pulsating rod of flesh and as they reached the tip simultaneously, their tongues met in an erotic merger.

Their lips were on each others with the circumcised head wedged between them. For Drake, it was an incredible thrill to have two Hot celebrities sucking on his dick together.

“Good work, ladies. Keep it up.”

They worked together perfectly, both sliding up and down, and making audible slobbering sounds to impress.

Emma outdid herself, managing to push her mouth down further as his dick became more and more lubed up. Drake groaned pulled her hair, entwining her locks in his fingers. His cock vibrated like mad in her mouth as she sucked him voraciously.

“Take five.” Said Taylor as she pumped his thick cock with her long, red finger-nailed hand.

She playfully slapped the head against her mouth and face. Then she began to take him in as far as she could, gagging on his length. Every time his cock drove deep into her mouth Emma could feel her muff quivering and pulsing between her thighs.

Taylor came up for a breath and wiped her chin.

“Are we off the hook now, officer?” She asked, gripping his boner in one tight fist.

Drake stood up, his shiny cock bobbing up and down in abject heat.

“Not even close.” He stated in a matter off fact manner. “You’re gonna have to work a little harder to get out of this ticket. I mean to fuck the pair of you.”

“That was not the deal.” Stated Emma, kicking up the dusty floor with her black boot.