Era Erotica Ch 27

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

Author's Note: Another year, and Era Erotica is still going strong. Thank you to all who enjoy this story. Your comments, feedback and support give me the fuel to keep writing. I still have many stories left to tell with Taylor and Cole, so look forward to those in the coming year! Enjoy.

Chapter Twenty-Seven: ME!

Starring Taylor Swift

Codes: M+F, Anal, ATM, Gangbang, Oral

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2019

"Happy birthday to yyyyooooouuuu!!" A chorus of voices sang in less than perfect pitch and harmony.

The lights were off, darkness all around apart from the flicker of candles and the digital glow of phone screens. Beautiful face lit up, Taylor looked at the loved ones all around her. It was perfect. Almost. Her eyes sought out Cole's face, staring affectionately back from the smooth surface of a screen, held aloft so he could see the proceedings. Inhaling a huge lungful of air, she easily blew out all 30 candles haphazardly stuck atop the comically large cake. Cheers, whoops and claps greeted her as cameras flashed and precious memories recorded. Smiling at friends and family, that grin faltered somewhat as she looked at Cole again, a tangible ache at the absence of his presence. The remainder of the evening continued in a predictable, but nevertheless enjoyable fashion. Cutting of cake. Opening of presents. Commiserating about hitting the big 3-O. Soon, guests were departing for the night or else retiring to their allotted rooms. Entering her bedroom, Taylor slipped into her pajamas and crawled into bed only to stare up at the ceiling.

Her 30th birthday had proved to be a relatively quiet affair. That was good. Intentional. Gone were the outrageous and outlandish soirees that had dominated so much of her 20's. Just family and real friends. Those that mattered the most in the world to her. Well, nearly. The one person she wanted there above all was not. Sometimes, even with all the wealth and resources afforded to an international pop superstar, you just cannot best Mother Nature. Cole was stranded in New York City. Grounded by a blizzard of epic proportions that had seemingly been conjured from the ether. There were no flights, going in or out of the Northeast, even those of the luxury private kind. And so here was she was, in Nashville, hundreds of miles away from the man she loved. Cole would've been with her days ago, but her career didn't stop just because it was her birthday. There were a million and one things that demanded the attention of her entire team. Cole elected to stay and fly out at the last minute. His hard work ethic was one of the things she loved most about him, but in this particular instance it really sucked. Taylor scrolled through her phone, the only source of light in the dark room as she waited for Cole's reply.

Course' Swift. I'd have someone there tonight if you wanted. Don't want you going to bed alone on your b-day

Taylor smiled. It was such a sweet sentiment. She hurriedly typed out a response.

Not tonight. Not with everyone staying over.

Tomorrow then. He can be there in a few hours. Think of it as part of your b-day present. Or early Christmas present. Whatever you want. Have fun!

Don't know too many bf's that would do this for their gf's

*Shrug Emoji* I know you love me *Kiss Emoji*

I do <3 you

I'll be there as soon as I can. If this fucking snow ever stops. Night Swift. Love you. Old lady. :P

Sighing, she stretched her legs out to the empty half of the enormous California King bed. Opening up her email, she selected the one from Cole. This was an ultra-exclusive service, personally recommended by a number of BFF's. Apparently, it was also used by Scarlett Johansson if the rumors were true. In the email were five attachments. Profiles. Reading through them for what seemed like the hundredth time that day, Taylor chewed her lower lip. Headshots. Full, impressive, body shots. Skillsets. Specializations. Kinks. Size. Her thumb hesitated over the link. A press of a button and she could have any one of them on her doorstep tomorrow. Smooth calves rubbing against unoccupied sheets, she clicked.

A selection menu popped up, all her options presented before her. Hovering over, an idea struck her. Something that would make her 30th birthday really something to remember. With a sly grin, she made her selection and plugged her phone in. Snuggling into her sheets, she closed her eyes chuckling. When she turned 20, she never ever would have considered doing something like this, but 10 years is a long time. She'd changed a lot. Loved and lost. And loved again. Thoughts and half-finished lyrics buzzed around like angry bees until they gradually quieted and she fell asleep.

***

Everyone left the next day. Kissing family and friends' goodbye, soon Taylor was all alone, tottering around her empty mansion. The cats entertained her for a while, but soon the day turned to afternoon as she set about the kitchen to begin the evening's preparations. A notification from her security detail and her doorbell rang at 6:16 PM.

Familiar faces greeted her, each instantly recognizable from their profiles as she opened the door. The hefty bulges in each of their trousers looked equally familiar. The title of Adonis was applicable to each and every one, although they could not have looked more different from one another. Marcos, the definition of a Latin hunk. The shortest of the bunch, he moved with a swagger that bespoke his natural rhythm. George, the shaggy pale-skinned mate from just across the pond with boyish good looks and a face so pretty it made Taylor want to cry just by looking at it. Towering above the others was Kamau, his skin so dark it almost appeared blue. The tone and definition of his enormous muscular body, second to none. In stark contrast to him, Anders also loomed large with a chin chiseled from granite, blue eyes brighter than her own and blonde hair even fairer. Trailing up the pack was Ryuu. Hailing from San Francisco, he was the perfect combination of East meets West. Looking effortlessly cool, his slicked back black hair complemented the dark shades covering his eyes, tattoos peeking out from around his collar.

"Gentlemen. Welcome to my home." Taylor said, surveying the mouth-watering display of man in front of her.

"It is quite lovely Ms. Swift." Kamau rumbled, his voice sounding like a boulder tossed in a grinder.

"Thank you. I've put a lot of work into it. All my houses really. Please do come in. And call me Taylor."

The five men entered, looking around the illustrious and tastefully decorated hall with approving nods. Taking each of their coats, she deposited them in the closet. December in Tennessee was still December after all. Escorting them to the dining room, she offered each a seat around the enormous table and inquired after their drink of choice. An ice-cold stout for George. Straight tequila for Marcos. Herbal tea for Kamau. Red wine for Anders. And an old fashioned for Ryuu.

"Cole's favorite." She remarked to Ryuu. "One of mine too. Coming right up."

While she busied herself in the kitchen fixing the drinks, the men chatted with one another. Some of them knew each other from other jobs, or just having run across each other in the business. Reemerging with the beverages, she handed them out and grabbed the last one for herself. A glass of white wine, something light for the evening's events.

"Dinner shouldn't be too much longer. Authentic homemade southern fried chicken. One of my specialties if I do say so. I also have a vegan option if you are so interested."

There was a murmuring of assent from around the table. The chicken would do just fine. Due to their given profession, the men were a bit unaccustomed to such warm and treatment. It was usually straight down to business. Sure, they often talked with their clients. For hours even, serving a quasi-therapist role. Usually after, but still. They were being treated as honored house guests, a strange occurrence for them. More often than not, they were hurriedly ushered out the back gate in various stages of undress.

"Loosen up boys. We are going to have a lot of fun tonight. There's only one thing that needs to be so stiff around

me

."

That made them chuckle, Anders giving the table a smack as he heartily guffawed. They lightened up after that, the first round of drinks disappearing and quickly replaced with another. Taylor was a remarkable conversationalist. It was nice chatting with strangers who weren't starstruck and reduced to gibbering fools around her. A timer rang and she disappeared into the kitchen, returning minutes later with a plate piled high of the most mouthwatering fried chicken you've ever seen.

"Eat up gentlemen. You're going to need your strength."

Everyone one tucked in and dinner passed as an enjoyable affair. The men regaled each other with tales of far off adventures or exotic locales. George told more than a few raunchy jokes. Kamau explained the benefits of daily meditation. Anders boasted he once wrestled a brown bear. Marcos joyfully recounted of the time he danced his way across Mexico with nothing but a guitar on his back. Ryuu recommended a spa located in rural Japan, far outside the hustle and bustle of Tokyo that catered to your every whim. Taylor had a few wild stories of her own to share. As the last succulent pieces of chicken were being slurped down, George took a swig of his frothy pint and asked a question in his thick English accent.

"To be blunt Ms. Swift. Sorry love, Taylor. I'm not sure any of us have been book five at a time before. Are you sure you can really handle all we have to offer?"

Fixing him with her piercing blue gaze, she gave a twinkling laugh and drained the last of her wine. Clinking it down on the table, the imprint of her red lips clung to the glass's rim.

"When it comes to a lover, I

promise

that you'll never find another like me. Now, if we are all done with dinner, you all get the privilege of cleaning up. And when you're done, I'll be upstairs in my bedroom. Waiting. Third door on the left up the center stairs."

Standing up, she surveyed the group one last time before departing. They couldn't help but watch her go as she strutted out of the room, a whole different kind of hunger suddenly ravenous inside each of them. Rather hurriedly, they brought the dishes into the kitchen. Each taking a role, they scrubbed, washed and cleaned the dishes. Wiping down the counters, it was sparkling when they were finished. Then as one, they headed upstairs. The bedroom door was closed. Ryuu knocked once upon it.

"Come in." Taylor called out, every letter dripping with sultriness.

Opening the door, the five of them were treated to the sight of Taylor Swift wearing nothing but a very loose silk robe. The hem of it barely covered her buttcheeks. Lazily tied together, the deep valley of her cleavage was on full display. Makeup had been touched up, subtly, but expertly accentuating her already gorgeous features. Blonde hair had been fluffed, framing her face and hanging freely around her shoulders. Blinking with a look of utmost innocence, she uncrossed her long smooth legs to reveal that she was not in fact wearing any panties.

"Hi boys." They filed into the room gathering around the bed. "You all seem a bit... overdressed." Immediately they began to strip. Each and every one of them was unable to take their eyes off of her, their desire as plain as day. It made her shiver with excitement. "Underwear on... for now."

Stripping to their undies, there was little left to the imagination as the tight briefs could barely contain the massive sausages stuffed into them. Taylor slid further up the bed and laid back, beckoning them over with one solitary finger. Taking the invitation, Kamau rested his enormous muscular dark form atop the queen of pop. Pressing his own pair of thick, full lips against her bright red pouty pair, he kissed her deeply. Digging into her hip, Taylor could feel his huge hardon like a rod of burning iron pressed against her. The bed sank as another figure settled next to her, George pulling her face towards him. Leaving Kamau's lips behind, she kissed the scruffy Englishman, allowing his tongue to probe deep into her mouth and feeling the whiskers of his beard tickle her. As they swapped spit, the bed sank even further on her other side and strong hands ran up the length of her thigh.

The tie on her robe was tugged loose, exposing her perky breasts to the open air. Those hard pink peaks atop the fleshy mounds were already stiff with anticipation. They only got harder as Kamau lowered his lips to one of those puffy nubs, hands feeling up her toned tummy. Relinquishing his tongue, Taylor turned away from George to kiss Marcos. Likewise sliding down the bed, George latched onto her unoccupied tit as Kamau tickled her other nipple with his broad tongue. Tender hands took hold of her feet and her eyes flashed downwards to see Ryuu and Anders massaging the soles as her toes curled.

Hard cocks rubbed against her on all sides, arousing her beyond belief. These men were true artisans of their craft. Every flick of a warm, wet tongue across an areola. Every individual finger pressed into her flesh. Every touch lightly grazed across skin. Every set of lips on hers. All of it set her trembling, goosebumps covering her entire body. Heat radiating out from between her legs like a furnace. Her breathing short and labored. And they had only just begun.

Her attention was drawn to the hulking, heavy form on top of her as he began to slide down even further, coming to rest between her thighs. Kamau's dark eyes found her sparkling blue ones, his hot breath blowing against her own steaming velvet box. Tantalizingly teasing her even as Marcos moved down to massage her vacated breast, whispering sensual phrases of Spanish as he did so. Abandoning their positions at her feet, Anders and Ryuu moved onto on the bed. Closing her eyes, three sets of lips roamed her body, with one more on her mouth. And when that fifth set of lips touched her quivering mound, it was like a firework. Back arching off the bed, she broke free of the kiss to let loose a loud moaning hiss of carnal satisfaction.

Diving in, the African stud's tongue was quick and nimble, his lips pressed flat against her labia as he masterfully licked away. Shooing the other men away from the worship of her breasts, they knelt beside her, content watching her body writhe and wriggling from the oral stimulation. Her hands trailed down to run across his smooth head, urging him deeper as she stared down at him. Still, despite Kamau's god given and well-practiced skill, her attention was soon drawn to the hefty array of dicks all around. Hands peeling off Kamau's scalp, they reached out, groping one poorly concealed package after another. The apex of each and every tent was wet and sticky with arousal.

Accompanying groans sounded as she tickled the tented pricks. Squeezing tighter, she felt each solid length and their tender heavy balls beneath. With a theatrical flourish, she freed each one from its cotton prison. One after another sprang forward, wobbling to halt, pointed and aimed directly at her. Both George and Anders were uncircumcised, their bulging crowns poking out from beneath a sheath of wrinkly foreskin. Like his stature, Marcos appeared to be the shortest of the bunch, but not by much and he more than made up for it in girth, his circumference somewhere in the realm of a soda can. Ryuu was long and slender with prominent veins spider-webbing from tip to base. Taylor grinned. It was a delicious smorgasbord. And it was all for her.

"My, my. You boys all seem very happy to see me!"

Nodding silently, they all had hungry stares as Kamau wrapped a brawny forearm around both meaty thighs, angling her upwards and tongue-punching her steaming snatch with renewed vigor. Eyes a-flutter, her hands darted out. Grabbing hold of George and Marcos even as lube was passed around. Fingers squeezing around both fat slabs, she began to jerk. Grinning like a devil, Taylor turned her head and opened her only slightly smeared red gobsmackers. Ander's placed his member between them, waiting to be swallowed. They closed snugly around it and quickly began to drag along the shaft. Wetting it with saliva and tickling the tip with her tongue, she released it with a hard *POP* and turned. Accepting Ryuu's cock into her mouth, her tongue trailed along every throbbing vein as she took him down to the base, feeling his pointed head tickle her tonsils. Gurgling on it, she flashed him a cheeky wink.

"Shit!" The usually taciturn man swore, impressed with loving attention she provided him in spite of being pulled in four other directions.

Releasing him with an equally loud pop, she said, "I promised, didn't I? When it comes to a lover, I told you.

You'll

never find another like me."

Back at it, her cheek bulged outwards as she took him. Blue eyes burning, she stared from one man to the next. The heat between her thighs only got hotter as Kamau ate her out with ever increasing speed, dexterity and precision. Soon it spread, enveloping her entire body until it felt like she was burning with fever. That fire was stoked by the taste of salty precum in her mouth and the wet, sticky dribble of it upon her hands. Her blonde head bobbed from one cock to the next, each one released with a wet plop only to be seamlessly replaced with another.

Trading places, the wet *SHLICK*SHLOCK*SHICK* of her jerking hands sounded loud as Anders and Ryuu were treated to the tight, warm embrace of her fist. By her head, George and Marcos felt the heavenly embrace of her pillow-soft lips, the hot, wet suction of her mouth and the gentle caress of her writhing pink tongue. Upon their genitals she sucked, with equal, if not more, enthusiasm than when she had started. All the while, Kamau happily remained buried tongue deep in her twat, tickling her clitoris. That oh so familiar searing sensation was growing stronger in her body. Men swapped places, but Taylor was starting to lose her razor-sharp focus, unsure of exactly whose cock was clutched between her lips or held in her palm as she felt an orgasm budding to life inside of her. A dick fell from betwixt her lips as she cried out.

"Keep going! You're gonna make me cum!"

Most men would have picked up speed or adjusted, excited by the prospect of making her climax, but Kamau remained stationary, his tongue doing exactly what it had been doing the whole time it had been down there. Slimy cocks prodded her cheeks, but Taylor ignored them as her eyes screwed shut tight, every muscle in her body clenching.

"C-C-C-CUUUMMMINNGGG!!" She screamed, loud and suddenly, crying out to the vaulted ceiling.

Thighs squeezing him tight, Kamau held her firm in his grasp as his tongue continued working its magic through the thunderous throes of passion. He was rewarded with a hot rush of sticky sweet arousal as gradually she unclenched, releasing him from the death grip of her thighs. Relaxing, she opened her eyes. Shimmering lips shone as Kamau smiled up at her.

"Mhmm, now wasn't that something? But, I'm expecting a lot more than that tonight." Licking her lips, she said, "I think I'm ready for a bit more boys, how about you?" All five of them gave words of affirmation, Anders tossing out some phrase in Danish. Staring down at Kamau, Taylor pointed one finger at him. "Why don't you come up here and I'll show you what I can do with my tongue."

The hulking man nodded as Taylor straddled Marcos, who was already flat on his back, cock looking a flesh-colored Roman column as it rose above him. Rocking her hips, she grabbed hold of the thick prick, teasing the head with her dribbling labia. Looking down at the muscular Latino man, she sank down, eyes nearly popping out of her head as her vaginal walls stretched to accommodate such a fat prick.