WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the singers, record labels, musicians, places, etc depicted or referenced within. Fantasy is legal. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in your current country of residence. I do not own Taylor Swift or any other celebrity, singer etc.
Starring: Taylor Swift
A Swift Anal Dose
An erotic celebrity fan-fiction story.
Written by DaxG2001
Codes: Cons, MF, Oral, anal.
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This story is a follow-up/sequel to the story 'A Swift Oral Dose'. Prior reading of that story is not required, but recommended.
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'It's been a while, Miss Swift.' The text message had read. 'I've heard you were in town for an event. I happen to be staying overnight for a business trip. Perhaps it's high time we reintroduced ourselves to one another.'
It wasn't even a question or a request. It felt like an order. But the bluntness, and the hint of arrogance behind the words, wasn't what made Taylor Swift stare and narrow her eyes. It was the contact, or at least the name she'd given to the sender who she hadn't heard from in years. Sure, she hadn't reached out herself but neither had he. He had warned or something like it that she wasn't to call him anyway, and wouldn't be able to reach him. So to suddenly reach after such silence? It was infuriating. Outrageous. Sickening.
It was thrilling.
'I might be able to find the time in my schedule... 'Paul'.' Swift responded.
It had been at a forgettable event, a party with the typical big wigs, suits and executives and the like. The sort that she just pandered to keep sponsors, the PR team and her agent happy. But that's when a cocky man, brash and bold, brazenly propositioned her. He hadn't even told her his real name. Catching her like a fish, luring her to a hotel room for a night where Swift got her mouth fucked harder than she'd had during any usual amount of sex. An entire eventing of her throat getting stretched out, gagging and slobbering around a long, thick cock the likes of which she's rarely encountered since. Deep throating and face fucked over and over by some unknown, mysterious stud she'd never met before and really didn't even know anything about after the fact. And yet the entire evening had, to Swift's surprise, no repercussions and that wasn't in regards to losing her voice or an aching throat. Not even a gossip site 'blind' rumour had popped up about it. It really was a secret, no-strings-attached encounter.
It had left Swift, so used to be in control as a proud, independent woman and role model with more questions than answers. It also had left Swift wanting more. But with years of silence since the evening she'd dismissed the encounter as a one off. Leaving the memories to an occasional fantasy or as fuel during some personal alone time. After all, she had her career, issues with record labels, re-recording her work to all deal with. Oh, and the fact she had a long-term boyfriend too. So when that message from the man she only knew as 'Paul' appeared? Swift had to compose herself and not just respond 'Your hotel room or mine?' right away. Despite knowing how wrong it was on so many levels to want to even see him again. Knowing exactly what it would lead to like it was one of her songs playing out about the sort of bad man a girl shouldn't get involved with.
A back and forth of messages, arranging time and location. Swift was fairly sure his excuse of him being 'in town' for business was another one of his lies. Wondering if he might be booking a red-eye flight to get into the city when the date and place as settled. But his insistence of having his room be the location for the fun made her wonder if this was somehow all planned out. After all, he had somehow sneaked into a VIP event and then left without any issue. Paying for a hotel room for her to recover in while he left like there was nothing out of the ordinary. If he had gone to all the lengths for that encounter, then goodness knows what that perverted mind had come up with this time.
Of course, Swift wasn't exactly innocent in regards to her signing up for a 'round 2' with this man. Spinning her own web of lies, claiming that she needed to stop by and catch up with an old friend right after an awards bash, but needing to meet at a 'neutral ground' to not raise suspicion or led the press to yet another place to camp out at and use extra strength lenses to zoom into open windows. And when you're a globally famous, multi-platinum selling pop music artist? Sometimes your team caters to your demands.
That's what led Swift to going up in the elevator alone. Handbag hanging off of one arm, and holding a key card in the other that had been left at the front desk 'expected' for her arrival. The blonde wearing thick, deep red across her full lips -- perhaps anticipating that at the very least, her old 'friend' would want to test if her talents were still as supreme from the night of that Swift Oral Dose he'd taken so long ago. Her body encased in a gorgeous, snug black and sparkling with sequins dress. Hugging against her rounded, sizeable chest and her plump and tight ass along with showing off some of her smooth legs. Topped off with high heels that clicked when she stepped out of the lift and walked down the hallway.
She hesitated when she arrived at the door. Was it the same man? Did someone just hack into her phone and seize on the random contact? Or was there something else waiting behind the plain hotel room door. She hadn't come this far just to back off and flee. She knocked on the door and stepped back. Putting on her best measured, calm expression like it was another interview or red carpet appearance. A few moments passing before she heard the rattling of safety chain being undone before the door opened. And even as good as she was putting on a poker face, even her head raised a little as her body tensed.
"Miss Swift." The same man she knew as 'Paul' from that time years ago greeted her with that smile that she'd kept buried into her mind like a bad memory to forget about. Alluring yet repulsive. Handsome and cocky. The very definition of the sort of bad boy she'd lamented about in some of her songs. Add into that the fact he was once again smartly dress with a suit and tie, like he was going to attend the sort of event she'd just come from. "Please, come in." He offered, holding the door open and stepping aside for her to come in. "I'm a little surprised that you accepted my offer to meet up again if I'm honest."
"You're about as honest as it gets. For a guy who didn't call or text for a few years." Swift pointed out, stepping past and giving a look back as he closed and locked the door. Swift not concerned about that since she had a good idea about what was going to happen between them. "Or the fact that you never told me your name, 'Paul'." She added as she put her handbag on the desk at the wall and took a moment to look around the room. A better than average room with a spacious double bed, with an en suite bathroom. She noted he didn't seem to have any sort of suitcase here either. Or the likes of any sort of camera, video or otherwise, just like the last time. Although her eyes were drawn to what looked to be a bottle of some sexual lubricant on the desk where he bag now was. She did have a feeling that whatever they'd do tonight, her spit wouldn't be the only thing being used to enhance the fun.
"And you followed my advice too." The man said as he moved in to close the distance. "You never tried to contact me." He said, reminding her of his parting words from the last time.
"I'm a busy woman." Taylor said, putting it mildly.