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 Fifteen: I Know Places
Starring Taylor Swift
Codes: MF, Cons, Massage, Oral, Public, Titty-fuck
*****
2018
The sun shone brightly as Cole stretched in his longue chair. Salt air filled his nostrils as he listened to the sound of ocean waves lapping against the sailboat.
Their sailboat.
Taylor sat across the deck from him, working on her already tan body. Nude of course. They had taken the boat out for the day, far from the prying eyes of any people or paparazzi. It was just another perfect day on their Caribbean vacation. After their sex-fueled road trip across the country, they had taken Taylor's private jet from LA to the island nation of Turks and Caicos. It had been nothing but white sandy beaches, crystal clear water, bright sunny days, all the alcoholic beverages you could ask for and, of course, sex. Starting out strong on the plane, they had added another notch to their Mile-High Club belt. Landing on the island only led to more erotic adventures in the hotel suite, private cabanas, and even one night on the beach itself. Even so, Cole found his gaze lingering, transfixed by the imagine of his naked blonde sunbathing songstress. His cock began to grow, inching down his thigh, easily noticeable as he was naked himself.
"You know..." Cole said, removing his sunglasses to look at Taylor and then at the amazingly blue ocean surrounding them. "There isn't a soul around for miles."
"Is that so?" Taylor asked, cracking one eye open. Her gaze was immediately drawn to his stiff mast now standing upright in the gentle ocean breeze.
"You could be as loud as you wanted and no one would hear a sound." Cole said innocently.
Taylor didn't say anything, instead placing a thick black plastic straw between her glossy pink lips as she took a long slow slurp from her pitcher of lime green margarita. Placing the hefty jug down, she fixed Cole with a hungry gaze, her eyes the same color as the ocean behind her.
She said, "Hmmmm. Perhaps we should take advantage of the situation."
"Perhaps we should." Cole said, standing up and walking across the deck towards her, slowly but confidently, his one-eyed snake swaying in front of him.
He leaned down to kiss her, tasting the sting of tequila as he wormed his tongue into her mouth and hers slithered into his. One hand held her face, cradling it tightly as they locked lips. His other hand trailed lightly along her impossibly long, impossibly smooth, impossibly tanned leg. He started on a toned calf, his fingertips brushing her soft skin as he slid upwards along her ample thigh, inching ever closer to her most sensitive of regions. She slapped his hand away just as he was to feel her velvety twat.
"I think I could do with a little rub down first. Massage me?" She indicated a large bottle of oil on the side table.
Her fingers just ever so lightly grazed his flopping member as she gestured lazily. The light touch made his dick swell another inch, heart pound and teeth clench.
"Anything for you Swift." Said Cole as she fitted him with her most alluring of looks, taking immense pleasure in teasing him so.
She rolled over onto her back, the longue chair completely horizontal. Cole's eyes moved from the tips of her toes to the golden mane on her head, taking in every inch of her beauty. However, his eyes were drawn to her rump. What she lacked in size, she made up for in perkiness and bubbliness. And boy was it tight. Taylor was still killing it at the gym, and not a day went by where she wasn't doing her squats. Eager to touch the goddess laid out in front of him, he grabbed the bottle and squirted the oily liquid onto his hands. Rubbing his palms together, he reached down to her slender shoulders, as she pulled her hair to the side. Her skin was flawless. Hell, even her back was sexy. Placing his palms on each shoulder, he pressed his fingers deep into her flesh, feeling the hard muscles gathered there. Kneading her shoulders, he began to work his fingers in deeper, hearing rumbles of contentment emanating from her. He dug in deeper, feeling anxiety and stress dissipate around his powerful fingers as continued his search for any source of tension.
"Mhhmmm...that's nice..." Taylor whispered quietly, eyes closed.
As he finished with her shoulders, he gradually moved lower down her body, rubbing along her spine and settling onto her lower back. Squirting more oil as needed, he was stiff as a board as his hands massaged, straying ever closer to both perky buttcheeks. He wanted nothing more than to take his face and stuff it between them. Precum slowly dripped out of his rigid member onto the boat deck as he worked her over, massaging every inch of smooth skin.
"Don't forget my legs." Taylor said, throwing him another tantalizing look.
"Who could?"
With immense willpower he moved past her tight little tushy and onto her magnificent legs. He took a flawless calf muscle into his hands, rubbing it as he gazed slacked-jawed at the popstar sprawled out before him. Bending her knee so her leg was high up in the air, Cole gave the sole of her foot a gentle kiss. He worked up one leg and down the other, not missing a single square inch of tanned flesh.
"Now that I think about it, my glutes are feeling a little tender." Taylor said, feigned innocence dripping from her voice.
Cole greedily slapped a meaty palm on each of cheek, squeezing tight and jiggling them so he could watch them shake. He'd certainly seen her shaking it enough on stage, but there was no view better than this. He oiled and rubbed her ass until it gleamed, reflecting the light from the intense Caribbean sun. Then he spread those cheeks apart, bringing her round butthole into view. Cole couldn't hold himself back any longer, he bent down, putting his face in-between those oiled cheeks and thrust his tongue into her most forbidden of orifices. Her reaction was swift. She gasped, head spinning as she stared at him while he snaked his tongue right up her bunghole.
"I think I can get behind this kind of massage..." She said, shuddering at the feeling of a tongue stuck between her two buttcheeks.
Cole came up for a breath, slick oil shining on both of his cheeks. "Actually, I think I am one getting some behind."
Taylor rolled her blue eyes, placed a hand on his dark head and pushed him back down to service her backside. Cole pulled her cheeks far apart again as he flicked his tongue around the dark outer ring before taking the tip and forcing it inside, tasting the salty sweat gathered there.
"Mmmmmhhmmmmm...YES!" Taylor called out as her body grew hotter and hotter.
It felt like every muscle in her body was tingling as Cole continued tongue-fucking her backdoor. He licked, poked, prodded and lapped with his tongue. He puckered his lips, creating a vacuum as his tongue probed ever deeper up her rectum. He paused only to come up for a breath of fresh salty air. He tongued her asshole for all he was worth, and it was worth quite a bit. Not content with just eating ass, he slid a few fingers to her moist cunt, currently drenching the longue chair with its wetness. Slowly and methodically he circled her clit with the tip of one finger, feeling how hard it was beneath his touch. He teased it faster as he worked his jaw, rimming her well-oiled poop chute. Her soft moans grew gradually louder and louder until they were ringing out across the vast ocean. Cole didn't stop, both his tongue and fingers a simultaneous blur, working in tandem to bring his bronzed fair-haired goddess to her impending orgasm.
"CCC-CCC-CCC-CUUUUUMMMMINNGGGGG!" Taylor screamed out, expelling all the air from her lungs, stuttering as her body seized up, legs buckling as Cole forced his tongue in deep into her poop chute one final time.
His fingers were flooded with sweet lady cum as her snatched convulsed around them. He didn't stop his licking and fingering, trying to prolong her orgasm for as long as possible. It worked. It washed through her body like waves crashing onto the beach. One. Two. Three. Each orgasmic high rising and falling before she finally collapsed with a grunt, utterly incoherent of the world around her. Only then did he finally allow his jaw to relax and pull his sticky fingers from between her thighs. Falling back on the deck, he laid down, immensely proud with his work. He licked his fingers slowly, one at a time, savoring the flavors gathered there. Taylor flipped her hair up and rolled over, each pink nipple standing at attention. Cole fixed his gaze on her sun-drenched rack. He stood up, willpower utterly gone, and moved his hands to grab the tanned perky globes.
"Is this area tender as well Ms. Swift?" He asked slyly, feeling both her supple breasts, kneading them slowly with his fingertips.