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 Fourteen: Getaway Car
Starring Taylor Swift
Codes: MF, Cons, Handjob, Oral, Public, Roleplay
2018
Taylor's fortnight of freedom was still a couple of weeks away, so the pair put their heads together to plan the best vacation possible. Cole had countless hours of vacation stored up, even if his boss had balked at the idea of him being out of the office any length of time, let alone two weeks. They decided it would be fair for each of them to get one week to do whatever they wanted. A quick game of Rock, Paper, Scissors dictated that Cole got first week and Taylor the second. Cole already knew what he wanted, to drive across the country, see it from the road rather than the air. He'd always had an excuse for why he couldn't do it. The timing was never right, the company lacking. That was different now.
So, when their precious free time came around, the couple found themselves cruising down the highway in the most luxurious of sportscars. Cole sat behind the wheel of a freshly purchased 2018 GranTurismo MC Maserati. The engine was loud, accelerator light as a feather with dark windows. The sleek design of the sportscar was bright red, the same exact shade of bright red that Taylor so often favored. Currently, music was blaring so loud from the speakers that it rattled their bones as they tore down the highway, the speed limit a distant thought in their head. He glanced over at his partner in crime, wind whipping through her golden locks as she sang her heart out to the latest top 40 hits. Her dark Ray Ban sunglasses framed her face perfectly, lips bright red, dressed casually in high-waisted shorts that showed off her legs and a tight sweater. Her definition of casual was different than most people's. It was all too much. The car was perfect. The girl was perfect. The weather was perfect. He put his foot down and the engine roared beneath them, streaking them away into their vacation.
A couple of hours later and they were still somewhere in Pennsylvania. Taylor was fidgety, eyes roaming around the car, looking for something to entertain her. Her eyes roamed over Cole as he worked the transmission, switching between gears with flawless ease. Those blue beauties moved past the smooth sleek cylindrical rod, to a fleshier one concealed only by a thin layer denim. Her perfectly manicured fingers trailed lightly up his muscular arm, gripping his shoulder, massaging it slowly. He smiled but didn't say anything. He didn't say anything as her hand moved onto his chest, feeling the hard muscles there. He didn't even say anything as her other hand grazed his inner thigh, his cock beginning to swell as she did so. His jeans began to resemble a pitched tent as they tightened.
Finally, he needed to ask. "Swift? What are you doing?"
"Oh, nothing." She said, pulling off her dark shades and batting her eyelashes, a voice dripping with feigned innocence. "You just focus on working the stick shift. And I'll focus on working this one."
Her hands gripped the outline of his stiff member, guiding it until it looked like a snake had slithered down his pantleg. He made no move to stop her. What sane person would? Instead, he placed both hands on the wheel and gulped loudly, trying to keep calm despite the pounding in his chest. Watching intently, she painstakingly undid his belt, button and pulled down his fly. Wriggling in his seat, she tugged down his underwear and freed his cock. It shot up like a private hearing a drill sergeant call for attention. Taylor must have been feeling particularly frisky to risk such a public display of eroticism. The windows were tinted, but not blackout and the car sat very low on the ground. He still wasn't complaining.
"I'm pretty sure you're harder than the stick shift." She said giggling and fisting his prick tightly.
Beginning to work her toned arm up and down, she leaned over his lap to produce a long line of spittle from between puckered red lips. Cole could see the lengthy string of saliva momentarily connect her mouth and his cock in the reflection of his window even as he felt the warm spit trickle down his rock-hard shaft. Methodically, she lubed up his cock, spitting more as needed as he shifted to a lower speed, trying desperately to focus on anything but the steady rhythmic motion of her hand.
"It's a long trip Cole, I have to make sure everything is properly lubricated."
Her hand started to jerk faster as she straightened back up in her seat. His eyes flicked to the side to watch her own hand slip beneath her shorts, feeling the dampness no doubt present there. He panted harder, his chest thumping as his vision blurred, cars becoming shimmers blurs while they honked, angrily flying past them. He switched over to automatic drive, barely able to keep the car on the road.
"Careful now darling. We don't want to get pulled over like this. Think of the scandal!"
She said mockingly, her hand now a blur, arm pumping away furiously.
He let out a low moan, "Daaammmnnnn... Swift. Oh God. Fuck."
"Hmmm, you like that baby?"
He nodded his agreement, not trusting himself to form any more words as a minivan with a family of six sped by them.
"Then you'll really like this."
She leaned over, dropped her head and wrapped those bright red lips around his cock.
"FUCK!" He swore loudly, jerking the steering wheel as the car swerved out of the lane.
He quickly fought to regain control to the chorus of angry honking. One guy flipped him the bird as he sped by. A trucker pulled alongside them and glancing down from his cabin, gave Cole the thumbs up when he saw what was transpiring in the sportscar. Thankfully all he could see was a blonde head bobbing up and down over his lap. Taylor took all of him, swallowing him right down to the base, nose digging into his thigh. She held him there, encircling his shaft with her tongue as she deep-throated him. Dragging her lips upwards across the thick shaft, she only parted them after kissing the tip, slurping the ooze of precum gathered there. Cole was panting like he was running a marathon, his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel for dear life. Her head descended again, dipping up and down with a perfect tempo that only a musician could manage. She guzzled him deep, choking for a moment causing Cole's toes to curl as he pressed down on the accelerator. The engine roared into life as they jumped forward.
Taylor came up for air, her chin wet with spit, lipstick smeared and whispered huskily into his ear, "Do I rev your engine Cole?"
He didn't have time to respond before she brought her lips back down, latching them onto the mushroom head and sucking with the power of a vacuum cleaner. Her hand stroked the shaft, doing her best to match the speed of the firing pistons. It was too much. He couldn't take it anymore.
"Swift! Cumming!" He blurted out as he slowed down even further, spots in his vision and head spinning as the semen bubbled up from his swollen balls.
Taylor took him all the way down to those cum churning orbs as his shaft went rigid, swelling with cum before blasting it out. His erupting cockhead spewed his sticky wet wad straight down her throat. She didn't even really get to taste it as he deposited it directly to her tummy. She gulped down the creamy treat like it was a milkshake, finally releasing him with a *POP* as she came off the tip. Then she sat back up in her seat, staring at him.
"That was the perfect snack, I was just starting to get hungry." She said, wiping her chin of any excess spit or cum that might still be present there and checking her smeared lips in the mirror.
"Mhhhmmmm... Cole groaned, his voice about an octave higher than usual.
