Disclaimer: This a work of fiction. It did not/will not happen in real life and should not be mistaken as such.
Chapter Eleven: Mine
Starring Taylor Swift & Camila Cabello
Codes: MFF, Cons, Anal, Exhibition, Oral
*****
2018
Cole opened his eyes, blinking at the single shaft of blinding light peeking through the miniscule gap in the curtains. It was another week, another city, another hotel room. For Taylor that meant different venue, but the same show. Still, she was nearing the end of the US leg of her
reputation
tour. After his last visit with Taylor, Cole had needed a couple of days to recuperate. Between his job and her impossibly crowded schedule, it was always difficult to see one another. It had been another couple of weeks before they could make the time to be together. He stirred in bed, feeling the soft fabric of the sheets against his skin as he picked his head up off the pillow and ran a hand through his bedraggled hair. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, listening to the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. Turning his head to the warm form snuggled up next to him, he saw a familiar blonde head poking out from between the sheets. She stirred as he untangled himself from her limbs. Yawning and scratching himself, he pondered the events of last night.
"...mmmhhh...Cole?" Taylor asked blearily, cracking one eye open. "What time is it?"
"Dunno. Morning." He said, leaning down and kissing her.
Taylor adjusted herself, emerging from between the sheets, stretching. She sat up using the numerous thick white pillows for support. She put her head on his chest as he wrapped an arm around her. Cole stroked her hair gently, just happy for a quiet moment with her. The silence went unbroken until he spoke.
"Swift...can we talk about last night?"
"Of course. Why?" Taylor asked, eyes narrowing in suspicion. "Is something wrong? Did you not like it?"
Wanting to assuage the sudden panic in her voice, Cole calmly responded, "No! It's not that! I had a great time!"
She relaxed again, "Ok then...what about it then?"
"It's just..." Cole trailed off, searching for the right words. "Maybe give me a heads-up next time. I know we had a conversation about it, but I hadn't realized we had settled on a definitive answer. I was just really surprised is all."
Taylor turned her head to stare at him with her blue eyes. "That was exactly the point! It was a surprise!"
The Previous Night
At least my legs are free this time.
Cole thought as he strained against the pair of fuzzy handcuffs currently keeping his arms in place above his head. He couldn't see anything in the room around him, due to the black silk blindfold tightly tied around his head.
As though Taylor could read his mind, she asked "I suppose that I was a little rough on you last time, huh?" Her voice was coming from somewhere nearby in the room. "Tonight, we'll just have a little fun. I'll let you out in just a bit."
"You're the boss Swift."
I heard her laugh and felt her lanky form sink onto the mattress in-between my outstretched legs. I was already quite stiff, but I grew even harder when I felt her warm breath tickle my member. I waited for her soft lips to wrapped themselves around me, but it didn't come.
Instead she asked, "Would you like your cock sucked?" Her voice was low and husky. Incredibly sexy.
"Yes, please. Do it."
"Do what?" Asked Taylor, who must have been mere millimeters away from my aching prick.
"Please blow me. Wrap those pouty lips around my shaft and suck."
Taylor giggled and then I graciously felt her do just that. Her lips spread over the crown of my dick, cushioning the shaft like two of the softest, warmest pillows imaginable. She held there for a moment, her tongue working over my sensitive piss-slit before sliding down further. I let out a singular groan that stretched longer and longer as she slid those lips down to the very base of my shaft. Again, she paused to hold me there for a moment, the head of my cock lodged in her throat. Then she drew her lips back up the shaft with an audible slurp, collecting the saliva gathered there. She must have been really excited. Usually she took a few minutes of warm up before she deep throated me like that. Especially after a long show. I wasn't complaining. She continued like that, alternating between a steady slow suction up and down my tool and faster bobs of her head where she flicked her tongue against my veiny underbelly. Her slurps and sucking noises were accompanied by appropriate moans and grunts of my own.
After a while, I felt like I needed to make my appreciation more vocal so I said, "Fuck Swift that feels so good. I've missed you and that mouth of yours wrapped around my cock."
She paused for a moment, letting air cool the warm saliva dripping down my schlong. The silence was replaced by some giggling before I felt her lips curl back around. She gripped it tight in her hand as she kissed down one side and up the other side. My toes curled when I felt those same kisses applied to each of my balls.
She paused again to ask, "How does that feel? Good?"
"Yes, so fucking good."
"Let's take that blindfold off so you watch yourself getting blown."
I nodded, as I felt her hands touch my head, tugging at the back of the blindfold. As the blindfold came down, the first thing I saw was a mess of dark hair and a caramel colored body hovering inches above my cock.
"What the fuck?!?" I said, looking to my left, seeing Taylor on the bed next to me, naked with blindfold clutched her delicate hand.
The dark-hair woman flipped her hair back up and to my surprise I saw that it was Taylor's touring partner, Camila Cabello. The
Havana
and
She Loves Control
popstar gripped my cock tightly with her dainty hand.
"Surprise." She purred out before opening her voluptuous lips wide and swallowing me again.
Before I could react, Taylor leaned in and kissed me, shoving her tongue into my mouth. My brain was struggling to process what was happening, so my mouth didn't immediately respond. When Taylor pulled away, I saw that she had one hand between her legs, clearly rubbing herself as Camila blew me.
Camila popped off my wang, smacking her lips together and said, "You were so right Tee. This was a great way to celebrate the end of the tour. Why have you been hiding him this whole time? Afraid that I suck cock better than you?" She stared at my cock with an enraptured gaze, slowly caressing it as her pink tongue licked her lips, eager to cram it back into her mouth.
"Don't get too used to this Cee. He's my man and I'll only share when I feel like it."
"You mean when you want a piece of this hot
Cubana
ass." Said Camila, smacking her own sizable buttocks, which was thrust up in the air behind her. "I'd better enjoy him while I can."
She looked deep into my green eyes with her chocolate colored ones before dropping the vacuum she called a mouth back around my prick and turning it on to full power. Taylor straddled my chest, her freshly rubbed twat slowly leaking onto one of my nipples as she dangled a delicate hand in front of my mouth. I could see her own juices glistening on her fingers. I opened my mouth and she inserted those fingers. Sucking off her digits, I savored the taste of her pussy. She smiled and pulled them out slowly before reaching above my head and freeing me from my handcuffs. I brought down my freed hands, grabbing her face and pulling her in close for a kiss. As our lips parted, our tongues intertwined. Our intense and passionate lip-locking was interrupted only by the slurping sounds of Camila, head still buried between my legs, her mane of jet-black hair tickling my thighs. When I opened my eyes, she had released my cock and was looking towards Taylor, a satisfied smirk as she flashed her thick dark eyebrows in quick succession.
"Singing isn't the only thing that mouth is good for, huh?" Asked Taylor, getting off of me and turning around to face Camila.
"That's funny. I was about to say the same thing. Get down here Tee."
The two girls swapped positions. Taylor was now between my legs, looking adoringly at my spit-soaked prick. Camila slithered up next to me on the bed, her petite but perky tits hanging as she did so. However, it was her ass that drew my eye. The magnificent bronzed beauty swelled behind her, like some great hill rising majestically from the smooth lithe body surrounding it. It granted her a curve, size and shape that few women could compete with. Even Taylor, whose ass had never looked better after all the squats she had been doing in the gym couldn't hold a candle to this 21-year-old Cuban beauty. Some things you are just born with.