Taylor Swift's Lipstick

Vogue - November 2023

The feature here is McGrath's LiquiLUST Legendary Wear Matte Lipstick in Elson 4, its matte finish designed to stay in place with nary a smudge. For an extra secure statement, an over-the-top dusting of loose powder can help to ensure your pout stays precise - even in severely damp conditions.

Like Taylor Swift 's music, a red lipstick is best when it's precise, playful, and unshakeable (or, in this case, immovable).

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"Gotta have me some of that stuff," said Bobbie, flicking the magazine closed. "Wait, girl," she said to herself, and popped a quick note of the product details into her phone. "Before you forget."

Bobbie went to the Downtown shops and flirted with the girl at the make-up counter who said, "Your lips are going to look gorgeous with that shade of red, and with your blonde hair, too." The girl was cute, but Bobbie had someone else in mind.

She got on the train to go north. The carriage was crowded, but she didn't care, she had a new daydream to see her through. Get thee behind me, temptation. She got off, just before she got off at North Point, and when she looked back, she could have sworn that pole was worn a little bit shiny, just thirty-one inches up from the floor. Where she'd held it, in Position No.5.

When she got to Emma's place, the sound of her car's exhausts bounced off the courtyard walls, and the crunch of wheels on gravel completed her arrival home. She slammed the car door closed and quickly made her way into the house.

"Hey Emma, d'you have a good day? Sorry I'm late. I, ah, stopped to buy something on the way home."

"Oh yeah?" Emma replied. "What's that?"

The young women hugged each other fiercely, their mouths coming ctogether in a kiss. Bobbie grabbed Emma's tight ass cheeks and gave them a firm squeeze. "Fat bottomed girls, you make the rocking world go 'round," she sang, and pirouetted around in a spinning dance.

"My God!" exclaimed Emma. "You are such a blonde beach bimbo. God knows why I put up with you. And what he sees in you, I really don't know."

"Who?" Bobbie asked, spinning to a stop.

"David, of course." Emma rolled her eyes. "The third part of our little trio." She glanced at her phone, checking the time. Her eyes softened. "He should be here soon. Anyway, what have you got? What's in the paper bag?"

Bobbie blushed, and pulled three fingers through her hair. "Yah, David. What does he see in me?" She turned around and slapped her backside.

"My skinny little ass. He likes a tight squeeze."

Emma looked at her lover. "I've been thinking about that, after you told me about your daydream the other day. You gave something away there. He'll have picked up on it."

"Yah. He doesn't miss much. Anyway, it's an idea I had. Reading Vogue."

"Vogue? Since when do you read Vogue?"

"Since Taylor Swift was on the cover."

Emma's eyes narrowed. "Taylor Swift?"

"Yah. Those fuckable red lips. Needs a cock between them, don't you think?"

Emma thought of the times when Bobbie liked her best, with a taste of lipstick and a sultry look on their pretty faces, with bedroom hair and sweetly fucked eyes.

"You've got something for David, when he gets here, haven't you?"

"Not just him. You and me, too. Come on, let's wash our hair. He'll probably be here when we're done. Then, I'll give that second lesson in deep throat I promised you. You can watch."

Emma looked at Bobbie. She was getting used to that, seeing Bobbie with their man. David was a different kind of man, one who paid her respectful attention, which she wasn't quite used to. "We did good, finding him."

They undressed each other, and their shower took a little longer than planned. Which meant, by the time they got out and dried their hair, they were both a little wet when David arrived.

"How are my kittens?" he asked, wrapping them close in his arms.

They both softened into his calm embrace, breathing him in deeply, letting his presence wash over them. Two pairs of firm tits tightened, nipples pulling their flesh into peaks. With eyes bright, Bobbie turned to him.

"You ever done a barber's pole?" she asked.

"You mean, with red and white stripes?"

"Something like that," Bobbie replied.

"What's the... oh." Emma interrupted her own question. She shook her head in amusement and quiet expectation. "I'll just go sit over there then, shall I?"

She sat in the chair by the end of the bed, pulled one leg up to her chest and hugged her knee. The fine line of her pussy lips spread a little, and David saw the pale red flesh of her opening, with tiny beads of moisture glistening on the lips.

He looked into her eyes, then down at her mouth. She returned his smile, and something fluttered between them. She was so pretty when she smiled.

Bobbie reached for the button on his jeans, and helped drag them down his legs. His beautiful cock thickened quickly, its shaft straight up against his gut. Bobbie pressed her hand against the long heat, looking up into his eyes. She licked her lips.

Over in the chair, Emma's eyes narrowed. "You going to share that, Bobbie?"

"Oh yes. You'll see. One measure for me, one for you. You know how I get off watching David and you together. He can do things with you that I can't."

Her love for Emma ached from her eyes, you could see it, feel it in the room. "Here, darling, wrap yourself in this for now." Bobbie tossed David's shirt across to Emma, who caught it, bunched it up in one hand, and held it to her breasts. Her fingers drifted down to her pussy.

"Wait one," Bobbie said. "Gotta put my lipstick on."

She went across and stood before the mirror, and deftly put the scarlet red lipstick on. She remembered the blurb in Vogue: to put on an over-the-top dusting of loose powder, can help to ensure your pout stays precise - even in severely damp conditions.

Well, we're going to have those, Bobbie thought: plenty damp. And she got a little powder and dusted it on, just as the article said.

She turned back to Emma, and deftly painted her lips with the same lipstick. And for good measure, and she knew David would like it, she touched the faintest colour onto Emma's nipples. We can kiss that off later, I won't mind the taste at all.

Emma looked down at her nipples. Bobbie'd not done that before. That's for David, definitely a guy thing. Emma dabbed her finger onto her nipple, and stroked it up slowly into a tight peak. Her breasts ached, and her nipples joined up with her clitoris, a network of nerves through her body.

She watched David and Bobbie as they embraced each other, his hands on her tight little ass, then on her nipples. Her hips bucked, starting the Bobbie dance, and Emma watched David's cock bounce. Fuck. She pressed her fingers a little deeper into her cunt, picturing David's mouth there, while Bobbie kissed her. She kept watching, her own pulse getting faster.

Bobbie lay on her back on the bed, her head over the edge, her throat stretched long and straight. Her hair fell to the floor. She swallowed, and her mouth started to water. "Let me suck you," she said. It was the last thing she said for several minutes.

David placed the head of his cock against Bobbie's lips, and began slowly, slowly, sliding his long shaft into the girl's mouth. She began breathing through her nose. Spittle started to drool from her lips, but she reached her hands around David's taut ass cheeks, and pulled him towards her face. He gave himself up to Bobbie's control, and slowly, like a snake swallows its prey, she managed to suck his cock in, deep into her throat.

He was in her throat, nearly his whole long length. How on earth Bobbie managed to engulf his inches, Emma did not know.

Just before he reached his maximum depth, Bobbie closed her lips very tightly for a second or two, then pushed him backwards a little. And around his cock, an inch from the root, there was an almost perfect red ring from her lipstick.

She did the same thing another six times, with perfect control and precise movement, so that, when she finally released that shaft from her mouth, David's cock was marked with a series of evenly spaced, bright red rings, measuring out the inches of his cock.

"There," Bobbie said, once she'd gained her composure from all that stretching. "A measuring pole. Might not be perfectly calibrated, but honey, you're not going to care." Bobbie looked straight into Emma's eyes and smiled. You'd never believe a cock-sucking girl could look so innocent, but somehow, Bobbie did.

Emma swallowed. She knew Bobbie was up to something, but didn't know what.

Bobbie reached up to David, pulled his face down to hers. She kissed him long and sweetly, then whispered something in his ear. Emma couldn't hear what she said. They both looked back at her.

"Come here, love," said David, and he went over to her, and held his hand out. She rose from the watching chair, and David took her over to Bobbie, who was sprawled on the bed, her head up on the pillow now, her long hair curled everywhere. Her tits were all nipple, sticking up.

"Kiss me, you sweet lovely girl," said Bobbie. She took the long fall of Emma's hair into her hands and gently, so gently, guided the woman's mouth down to hers.

David's cock bounced as he watched them, those red rings so evenly spaced. He went around to the end of the bed, and enjoyed the girls' sapphic tongue action for several minutes.

"Head down, ass up," Bobbie whispered. "Let David gaze on that tight ass of yours."

Emma did, and her knees were quite wide apart. Her tits swayed, before she brushed them up against Bobbie's breasts, nipple against nipple.

"Go on," Bobbie said. "Emma likes a bit of a slap, on that corporate ass of hers. Can you imagine, her ass in a tight black skirt, swaying on the stairs as she walks up?"

Bobbie looked up at David, and nodded. Her fingers wrapped through Emma's hair and held her head down, right next to hers. They kissed again, lipstick smearing around their mouths. They were putting Taylor Swift's lipstick to the test.

David slowly ran his hand up the back of Emma's thigh, up and around those gorgeous firm cheeks. He did the same with his other hand, her other cheek, and his touch was so gentle, so light, that goose bumps rippled on her skin. He reached under her body with his left hand, cupped her breast and gently squeezed. Bobbie could be fierce with her tits, but David... ohh, he was gentle, so very -

Suddenly, no warning, his right hand swiftly contacted her cheek. Emma lurched forward, and she moaned. Three more swift slaps, not as firm as a smack, but enough to mark her ass, making her skin bright red, both cheeks. "Nnhh," she moaned once more. "Do that again."

But David didn't. He made her wait, slowly rubbing the sting from her skin and -

Slap, slap; slap, slap. Two double slaps in quick succession, and Emma moaned again, moaned again. And in a barely seen movement, it was more a tension in her muscles, almost not seen, she arched her ass a little bit higher, and exposed the darker star of her anus.

"I want..." she whispered, but didn't speak her deep desires, but wanted them.

Emma spread her legs wider, pushed higher, exposing her sweet asshole some more.

"Will you fuck me?" she whispered, "sweetly, gently?"

"There's lube in the drawer, David. Use lots of it. She really likes something in deep. Your fingers are way longer than mine." Bobbie looked back at David with bright eyes, and she nodded again. "Don't use your fingers."

He reached for the drawer and found the bottle. He squeezed the lube into his hands to warm it, before coating his cock with the liquid. The circles in red lipstick became less bright, but they stayed there: even in severely damp conditions. The lipstick was certainly doing its trick.

He placed the tip of his cock over the pulse of Emma's tight hole. He held himself there for a moment, then the tip of his cock head passed the first muscle, hot liquid heat, sliding in.

"Ohhh," David moaned, "fuu...cckk, you're so tight!"

Emma's ass took the first inch, and the first circle of lipstick disappeared. He placed one hand on a cheek to spread her entry wider, and she reached back with one of her hands, and pulled wide the other cheek too. He slid another inch into her tight channel, and two rings of lipstick were gone. He held himself, poised in her entry for what felt like an eternity, but was probably much shorter than that.

Bobbie moved around to look, to see more closely the point of their joining. Emma's tight hole clenched David's cock in tight, tiny pulses, tiny pulses. Oooo fuck, that was nice. Bobbie stroked her finger tip around the place where their two fleshes met, where David was lost in the woman. She looked up at him and smiled.

"She likes it... vigorously," said Bobbie, loud enough so that Emma could hear.

Emma moaned, and her fingers gripped the sheets. She arched her back, pushing her body back onto David's cock, wanting him to go deeper, deeper.

He slid into her ass deeper.

"Nearly got that whole barber's pole now. You going to be David's tart?" Bobbie started up a commentary.

David began to fuck Emma's ass faster, his cock deep inside her, down to the root. He looked down, and the base of her spine was right up against his belly, her cheeks flattened as he fucked her. He was right inside the beautiful woman, and he felt her tight tight grip on his flesh, tighter than any hand could ever grip. The rim of her asshole was red, with Taylor Swift's favourite lipstick.

He felt her heartbeat thudding fast around his own, as Emma gave herself up to long swells of bliss. She felt his heat, his long throbbing cock in the depths of her belly, and a powerful surge moved through her, heating her heart, beating, beating, beating quick. She gave herself up to his steady fuck, her channel easily accommodating his length.

She wanted him deeper. Her body surrounded him, and her cunt began to flow with cream. Bobbie's fingers were there on her clitoris, then inside her, and Emma was being fucked in two places. She put two fingers into her own mouth, and filled a third place.

Tears of bliss and pleasure began to leak from her eyes, and Emma was loved by two people. She let herself go with them, and deep within herself she felt the heat of an orgasm coming and she pushed herself up on to her hands and knees to feel her tits drop, and to rock back and forth on David's cock and she heard herself moaning, moaning.

And he fucked her ass faster and somehow was even deeper and her belly was filled and back there at the base of her spine she felt her orgasm starting and Bobbie's fingers hit her g-spot and the girl knew just what to do and Emma went up and over the long hump and she remembered the joy as she spun high into the air and began to spin and to spin and to spin and when she came screaming her ass clenched and it gripped and pulsed, and pulled all his semen from him.

He plunged into her body with five huge thrusts, pumping his hot seed into her. Emma felt it flow hot in her ass, fill her belly and she sobbed for the gift, "Thank you, thank you," and she couldn't tell if the gift was the come or the love. She had both, and the heavy weight of David over her was such a comfort. She collapsed onto the bed.

"Stay in me," she said. And he did for long minutes, and her ass pulsed around him in glorious aftershocks, and slowly their breathing calmed down. Bobbie snuggled up beside Emma, burrowing under David's weight like a little small animal.

Eventually, she pushed his cock from her, aching with loss as he went from her.

"Crouch over me," said Bobbie, and his come dropped from Emma's rear passage in a filthy, lovely mess all over Bobbie's breasts. She rubbed it all in to her skin, the most exotic moisturiser you could imagine. David's come left Bobbie's skin silky smooth, with the faintest, faintest tint of pink, left over from Taylor Swift's favourite lipstick.

"That's not too bad, is it?" said Bobbie. "The way that lipstick stayed on. I mean, we got severely damp, and look at it now, just like the advertisement said.

"Look," said Emma. "Those rings on David's cock. They're faint now, and they're only measuring half inches!"

"Not for long," Bobbie replied. "I'm sure he's going to recharge with us girls around."

She looked down at David as he lay there, a contented look on his face.

"What we going do with you next, lover? Emma, you got any ideas?"

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