Era Erotica Ch 09

Disclaimer: This a work of fiction. It is not real. It did not/will not happen in real life and should not be mistaken as such.

Chapter Nine: Girl At Home

Starring Taylor Swift

Codes: MF, Cons, Oral, Roleplay

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2018

Cole heard a rattling at the door. He turned his head to see as Taylor opened the door. Both smiled as they saw each other. Cole stood up and Taylor dropped her bag as they moved towards one another, embracing and kissing. It had been two weeks or so since they had last seen each other. Touring could be difficult on a relationship, but both parties were happily shouldering the burden. Cole had come over to Taylor's New York City apartment, eager to greet her when she arrived home. Despite all her travel, she looked flawless as always. A few phrases of greeted fell from between their lips amidst the kissing, but as the lip-locking intensified, they couldn't do much else. Lust overtook the pair and a trail of discarded clothing led to the bedroom where a quick, but intense, session of passionate sex took place. Afterwards, both were lying on the bed in a post-orgasmic haze, just chatting with one another.

"Your birthday is coming up." Said Taylor, her fingers lazily tracing circles on his chest. "Any ideas what you want?"

Cole thought about it for a moment and said, "I've already got everything I want. I've got you."

Taylor rolled her eyes exasperatedly, but gave him smile and a quick kiss nonetheless. "Seriously though, any suggestions? Otherwise I'll just have to come up with something on my own."

"I've never had any complaints about your presents in the past. You are quite the gift-giver Ms. Swift."

"Hmm, are there any presents in particular that stand out?"

Cole thought about it, reflecting on some of his past gifts from Taylor. One particular instance rose above the rest to stick out in his memory. A wide smile broke out over his face as he remembered. "I've got one. The present you got me for my 25th was pretty fucking great. Very memorable."

"Your 25th? So that would have been..." Said Taylor, counting back the years in her head. An equally large smile adorned her face as she too recalled the events of that day four years ago. "Your 25th birthday

was

fun. Maybe we'll just do that again..."

Cole didn't hear her. He was already lost in the memories of that day.

2014

I fumbled with my keys, dropping them before I could fit them in the lock. The bag and folders followed, all tumbling to the ground. I swore loudly. Sighing and bending down to pick everything up, I paused for an instance to rest my forehead against the hard wood of my apartment door. This day had been absolutely awful. A huge meeting at work to land a big new client had not gone well, despite all the work I had put into their marketing campaign. My boss had spent the rest of the day reaming me out over it. To make matters worse, it was my birthday and by some unlucky happenstances I had no plans. Friends and family were occupied with a variety of commitments or last-minute emergencies. I had no girlfriend to speak of at the moment. I was alone. I had never been one for large birthday celebrations, but some acknowledgement from anyone would have gone a long way. The one oddity of the day was the pineapple fruit basket delivered to my corner office. It didn't say who it was from, just happy birthday and to eat it before I left. It had tasted pretty good. Now the only thing I had to look forward to this evening was getting drunk on my couch and passing out while I watched 80's action movies.

Happy freaking birthday to me.

I thought to myself, eyes closed and forehead still pressed against the door.

I stooped down and picked up my keys and other belongings. Jamming them in the lock I opened the door to my spacious two-bedroom apartment. I dropped the keys and bag on the side table by the door, hanging my suit jacket up as well. As the door swung shut behind me, I froze. I could hear the sounds of someone in the kitchen. A jutting corner of the wall concealed my view from the doorway. I readied myself to defend against an attacker as I stepped forward, deeper into my apartment for a proper view. My jaw dropped.

"Sweetie! You're finally home from work! Happy birthday stud!"

I stood there frozen, my mental facilities unable to process the image in front of me. Taylor Swift was standing in my kitchen. She was wearing nothing but a bright white and yellow apron, standing on a pair of matching yellow high heels. She looked like a 50's housewife, makeup expertly applied. Her hair was shorter and styled with a wave that ended in curls swept across her forehead. She held a martini glass in her hand and took one big long slip. She put the glass down and a delightful red-lipped smile spread across her face at the sight of my dumbstruck expression. She walked slowly over to me, swaying her hips as she went. Her heels clicked on the hardwood floors. She stopped very close to me, tugging gently on my tie, twirling the fabric between her fingers.

"What's wrong honey? Won't you give me a kiss?"

"Ummm, Taylor what are you doing here? How did you get in?" I asked, finally finding my voice.

"I live here silly! We are married after all!" She said, holding up a gold ring on her finger. "Are you feeling alright?"

"Swift, seriously, what the hell is going on?"

She rolled her eyes in exasperation and gave a sigh. "Would you just play along? I'm trying to do something nice for your birthday! I couldn't stand the thought of you spending it all alone. I thought we could roleplay a little and have some fun."

"Aren't you together with Karlie now?"

"We're more just fuck buddies. Kind of like you and me."

The way she whispered

fuck buddies

caused a reaction in my already tight pants. She was so close to me, pulling at my tie, urging me to come even closer. I gave in and moved my lips to meet her own bright red ones. She smiled as I kissed her. I felt her grab my hand and slid a ring onto one finger. Where she was keeping it, I have no idea. She broke off the kiss and stepped back. She twirled around, giving me a phenomenal view of her pert ass and slender back. She walked away towards the island centered in the middle of the kitchen. It was deserted, but the rest of the kitchen looked as though she had been hard at work. A quick glance told me there was a tray of cookies and an amber colored cocktail waiting for me.

"I made my specialty cookies." She said. "Oatmeal chocolate chunk."

"Oh yea?" I said moving closer to the island.

Taylor handed me the drink as I approached. I took a sip. It tasted good. Some kind of whiskey. I felt warmth spread through my chest as I swallowed it down.

"Mmmhhh." I said. "What is this?"

"It's an

old fashioned.

I thought you might like it." She said with a grin. "Did you enjoy the fruit basket?"

"That was you?" I asked.

She nodded.

"Why was it just pineapple?"

"You'll see...now these cookies are almost done, they just need one more thing."

"What's that?" I asked as she moved close to me again.

"Some icing." She whispered, her blue eyes staring directly into my green ones.

"I'm not sure we have any dear." I said, slipping into my role of doting husband.

"Oh! But we do!" Said Taylor, gripping the front of my dress slacks tightly. "You always have plenty of my favorite icing."

I gulped audibly as the realization of what she was suggesting washed over me. Suddenly the pineapple made more sense.

"So, what do you say Mr. Stephens? Can you help Mrs. Stephens finish the cookies?'

I nodded slowly. Maybe this birthday wouldn't be so terrible after all. She smiled and unzipped my fly. She got down on her knees, undeterred by the hardwood floor and fished out my cock. It poked through my slacks, stiff as a board with the enraptured gaze Taylor fixed upon it.

"Mmmmhhhh..." She said softly, lips tantalizingly brushing the very tip of my dick. "One of the many reasons I married you."

I grinned like a fool and said, "Remind me of one of the reasons I married you."

She giggled as I flipped my tie over my shoulder and took another long sip from my

old fashioned.

Taylor held her head still, teasing me with her lips as I felt her hot breath on my mushroom head. The anticipation of having her again was driving me crazy. I shivered with excitement and just when I couldn't stand it anymore she parted her pouty crimson lips. She took my head into her mouth, sensually licking the underside with her pink tongue. Moaning with satisfaction, I placed one hand on the island to steady myself as more of my member disappeared between Taylor's lips. With a good portion of my member firmly lodged in her oral cavity, she squeezed her lips shut tight and slowly rotated her tongue around the throbbing shaft inside with a clockwise motion. One free hand gripped and massaged the portion of my shaft that was not consume by her mouth. She looked up at me with big blue eyes, cheeks sucked in tight from the pressure she was exerting. The low cut of her apron provided me with a deliciously teasing view of her cleavage. I couldn't imagine a more beautiful sight. I took another sip of my drink, losing myself in the fantasy. She started to bob her head ever so gently, gliding her lips a fraction of an inch, back and forth.

"Ohhhh...Swift...damn that feels good." I said, feeling every bad feeling and thought from the day sucked out through the tip of my penis.

Taylor couldn't help but smile, a big wide grin breaking out over her face. She released me from her mouth, still keeping a firm grip on my shaft.

"Would you say this was a good idea for a present?"

"Wonderful dear."

Her blue eyes sparkled as she opened her smiling mouth wide and took as much of my prick into her mouth as she could. Lips nearly down to the base, she sealed them snugly, forming a vacuum and slid backwards slowly. Her lips trailed towards the tip as her tongue ran along the veiny underbelly. Her lipstick smeared as she did so, painting my dick a bright red. Her lips parted at the tip, releasing my cock with a wet pop. She puckered her lips and gave the tip a dramatic kiss. She looked down at her handiwork and made a pouty face.

"This lipstick said smear-proof!"

"No complaints from me..." I said faintly.

She chuckled and proceeded to unbuckle my pants, yanking my belt out of its loops with a snap. She tossed it aside where it clattered on the floor. My fly came undone and she pulled my dress pants to the ground around my ankles. With a quick maneuver she got my underwear off. It likewise slid to the ground.

"Much better." Said Taylor, who got me into her mouth again and proceeded to suck just as tightly as before.

She reached one delicate hand up on the counter, feeling blindly for something. Looking over, I noticed a can of whipped cream. Assuming, or hoping, that was what she wanted, I reached for it. Tapping her gently on the head with it, she smiled with a mouth full of cock.

"A treat for you and a treat for me." She said, pausing to take a breath.

She shook the can before pulling off the top and pressing her finger down on the nozzle. A stream of cool white fluffy goodness erupted from the can right along the top of my shaft. The cool feeling of the cream sent shivers down my spine. The coolness of the whipped cream was quickly replaced by the warm feeling of Taylor's lips sliding back down my shaft. She tried to swallow all the cream, but it kept accumulating as her lips made their way down to the base. Looking up at me with a fluffy white mustache and a dollop on her nose was a comical sight. I reached down with a finger and wiped the dollop of cream off her nose, tasting it myself. She smiled, licking her lips and sprayed my cock again. She repeated the process a couple more times, the sensation of cool cream and warm lips driving me insane. She paused and lifted my cock up, taking the nozzle and pointing it at my scrotum.

"I like my whipped cream with nuts." She said, before releasing the spray onto my swollen ballsack.

She sprayed until I couldn't even see my testicles anymore. She dropped the can, letting it roll away. Then she opened wide and took one nut into her mouth, sucking it and the cream down into her gaping maw. Her tongue darted out, licking up more and more whipped cream. She finished cleaning the one testicle only to do the same with the other. As my scrotum filled her mouth, her tongue danced around, waggling and tickling the top of my taint. When she finally released the vacuum seal on my testicles, she returned to focused solely on pleasuring me orally. It was thoroughly clean, not a drop of whipped cream was left anywhere near my groin.

"A wife has to got to clean up her mess after all." Taylor said, nodding her head knowingly.

She took me into her mouth over and over again, slow and sensual. Lips wrapped tight, pulling back to the head of my cock before sliding back down to the base of my shaft. She never broke eye contact, much to my delight as I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She kept one hand on my butt, gripping my cheek tightly. The other hand cupped my testicles, treating them to a thorough massage as my member entered and exited her mouth repeatedly. Her tongue worked magic, slithering and writhing as it curled around my shaft. For several minutes, some part of my cock was always in Taylor Swift's mouth, even if it was just the tip. She never let an ounce of spittle drip down, never coughed and never gagged. I allowed her total control to do with me what she would. I simply stood there, toes curling in my loafers, primal moans emanating from my gullet. I pulled at the tie around my neck, throwing it aside and unbuttoned my shirt, tossing it aside as well. Finally, she paused to take a breath and a large swallow of saliva. I used this opportunity to pull her up off the ground. She looked surprised as she stood on her mile-long legs.

I kissed her hard on the mouth as I wrapped my arms around her thin frame. She gave a squeak of surprise when I lifted her up, placing her the island. She shivered as her buttocks touched the cold granite. I kicked off my loafers and stepped out of my fallen pants. This time I descended to my knees as I moved to spread her legs apart.

"But honey! It's your birthday!" She said breathlessly.

"I know. Let me get a taste of something sweet." I said, equally as breathless.

She bit her lower lip, her body unable to deny my request. As her toned legs spread apart, slipping easily over the smooth countertop, I flipped her apron up, still secured around her waist. My eyes were treated to the spectacle of her delectable pussy, kept bare since she had been seeing Karlie.

"God you're beautiful dear." I said, simply staring at it for a moment.

She was all shades of pink, growing gradually darker in shade the deeper in you travel. Puffy damp labia were swollen, engorged with arousal. Arousal from simply blowing me. I moved in teasingly as she laid back on the island, stretching her thin frame across the countertop. Just as she had done to me, I hesitated before diving in, letting my hot breath tickle her with anticipation. As she began to fidget and writhe, her body begging to be touched, I grinned.

"Is everything all right, Mrs. Stephens?" I asked, barely a whisper.

Taylor groaned, words escaping her lips in a frenzy. "Please...honey...don't tease me any longer. I can't take it anymore!"

"Yea? Why not?" I asked, ready to give in.

"I've been thinking about you day, waiting for you to come home. I even masturbated in your bed."

That took me by surprise, and for a moment my eyes looked upwards towards her, a slight eyebrow raised. "Really?" I asked, a voice full of glee.

"And in your shower!" She said, quivering.

I gave in and opened my own lips wide, extending my tongue. My lips pressed against her labia as my tongue slipped between her velvety folds. She did indeed taste like a birthday treat, a perfect blend of salty and sweet. The most carnal of flavors filled my mouth as I buried my face deeper between her thighs. I pursed my lips around her clit as my tongue probed deeper inside of her snatch. Applying a gentle pressure, I formed a seal around her clit and sucked inwards, moving my tongue upwards to focus solely on her pleasure button.

"Oh honey!" Cried Taylor as her hands found their way to my dark hair, her fingers pressed hard against my scalp as I continued my oral ministrations. "I've missed you Cole..."

Flicking my tongue back and forth over her bean with faster speed, I puckered my lips repeatedly. The soft feeling of my lips worked her over as my tongue descended again, diving inside and tasting her sweet juices that flowed freely from her love canal. Her legs wrapped around me, squeezing tight as I dove deeper and deeper into her dripping snatch. I could feel her yellow heels digging into my back, but I didn't stop. Fluids were pouring out of my fake wife, and I was slurping up as much as I could. When finally, it felt like I was going to drown from the sheer volume of love juice flowing from her cunt, I pulled my head up to take a breath. A dazed look in her eye, Taylor picked her head off the counter and looked at me. It was a look that told me to get inside of her right now. Wordlessly her legs unwrapped around me and I stood up, my cock still erect with traces of red still smeared across it. Taylor got off the island, facing me. I kissed her again, pawing at her breasts beneath the thin fabric of the apron. I easily moved it aside, moving my face to kiss and lick her hard areolas. The fabric of the apron now bunched between her pair of petite but perky tits. I slobbered and groped at her rack until she pulled me back up for a kiss. I grabbed her and spun her around, so she was facing the island. Then I bent her over, slowly, savoring the moment. As her torso was pressed against the granite countertop, she gave a shiver as stiff nipples touched the cold surface. Her ass was thrust outwards, just begging me to use it.

"Take me. Take your wife right here in our kitchen." Said Taylor breathlessly, face pressed against the smooth surface of the island.

I lined myself up behind, admiring my view of her ass. It did look especially nice with the heels she was wearing. Then I slid inside of her wet pink snatch. My member was met with no resistance as I filled her dripping twat. Both of us let out moans of satisfaction as I came to rest, fully lodged inside of her.

Breaking character for a moment, Taylor said, "Fuck it's been a while since I've had an actual cock in me. You feel so good Cole."

I made a mental note to ask her what she meant about actual cock later. Then I thrusted my hips and watched as the force of my motion sent ripples across her pert behind. As I built up speed, slamming myself into her over and over again, Taylor sent screams of pleasure that echoed off the hard surfaces of the kitchen. Arms spread wide, she gripped either side of the island as I pumped her from behind. I kept a hand on either side of her waist, sandwiching her between my plunging fuckstick and the smooth edge of the island. This ensured that each thrust of my hips pushed as deep into her as I could go. And she was letting me know it, the echoes of pleasure only growing louder with each thrust. Each time I pulled back to impale her again, it felt like her ravenous pussy was doing its best to suck me back in. I moved one hand to grab her shoulder, giving myself the necessary support to keep up my relentless fucking of her. As I admired her pert ass ripple beneath me, I realized that I wanted to watch her expressions as I fucked her. Pulling out of her, she gave a gradual whimper, a desperate plea to reenter her. She stood up as well on shaking legs. I spun her around and as I started to lift her up, she wrapped her mile-long legs around me. As I reentered her, I watched as her beautifully made up face contorted with pleasure. Placing her behind on the granite countertop, she laid down flat on her back and I started up again, moving my hips.