All of the following is complete and total fiction. Not a word of it occurred, nor would it.
Ready For It?
Starring Taylor Swift
by MrMaxLord
(MF, Oral, Cons)
There were a lot of things people didn't know about Taylor Swift. There was an even greater number of things people got wrong about her.
A lot of people considered her to be a cold bitch. A manipulator. A total fake by some accounts. Those people didn't know shit. They just thought they were experts. She wasn't any of those things in her summation. Taylor was a business woman and an artist. Manipulation? Being cold? That's business. And in business, she learned being too emotional could get you bitten on the ass, especially as an artist. She was smart and professional.
One of the things that people didn't know was Taylor knew how to have fun. Not the fun they tended to imagine she'd like either. No, not at all. Sure, she enjoyed the normal stuff. Movies with friends, playing with her cats, interacting with fans. Nothing surprising there. The surprises existed with her in far more private situations. Like being in her favorite dive bar. She loved it. You never knew what was going to happen in a dive bar.
Sex was a big pass time for Taylor. A hobby she was very, very passionate about. She wouldn't call herself a slut, not by any means. To her a slut was someone who was indiscriminate about what dick she got. That wasn't Taylor, not by a long shot. She was far more discerning about cock. She liked to scope the room and observe. Some nights there were several good candidates and the selection process got a little crowded. Other nights, it was so dead she just gave up to go home and get reacquainted with her shower massager.
This night though, it was somewhere in the middle. A couple good prospects but not overcrowded. It was kind of bittersweet for Taylor. Picking and choosing was fun. Still, if she found someone who could fuck like no one else the fun in choosing would become a non-issue.
She'd been in the bar for forty five minutes and had visually whittled it down to about three men. Now it was up to the men to eliminate themselves.
Her cool blue eyes were on them, her red lips sipping her scotch and soda through a matching red straw. The first man, the living embodiment of tall dark and handsome instantly disqualified himself when she finally saw him with her girlfriend. She would have fucked him if that didn't happen. She wasn't morally opposed to fucking another woman's man. But taking him right in front of that woman was a bit too disrespectful for her tastes and took the fun right out of a one night stand.
The next one, a walking slab of muscle who looked like he'd be a fun endurance test was counted out for a similar reason as tall, dark and taken, save his attachment was a boyfriend. Pity, because the guy's boyfriend looked very satisfied.
That left the Third Man. He wasn't third choice though, not by any measure. The other two were knocked out far too early in the process to make that kind of judgement. But chance had made him the lucky man of the night. And all things considered, her might have one anyway. He was athletic. Not a solid slab of muscle, more of a swimmer's body with a bit more bulk. He wasn't the epitome of tall dark and handsome either. More of a friendly rebel type. Very young Harrison Ford. Taylor liked that. He was the one.
When the lucky man sat down at the bar, retreating from the game of darts he'd been playing when Taylor spotted, him, Taylor made her way over to him. She smiled as she took her seat, the man not taking too much notice of her.
"You're going to buy me a drink," she said, her voice flirtatious, a harmony to it without even having to sing.
He looked over at her and grinned a sly grin when he got a full look at exactly who had made that demand of him. He recognized her and didn't mind a bit.
"Is that a fact?" he asked, his tone matching hers.
"It is." She smirked at him as she sat down. "How about while we wait for my drink you tell me your name? You know, so it's not from a stranger."
"Dave," he said. "And no need for the favor to be returned Taylor."
"Good."
"So, what brings you to a place like this?"
"Atmosphere, fun, and a lack of paparazzi bullshit. You?"
"Good neighborhood place. Always easy to find fun...and someone to have good fun with."
They locked and eyes and clinked their glasses before taking sips of their fresh drinks. They were on the same wavelength. There was no need to explain what this was. All that needed explaining was the locale.
"So, let's cut the bullshit," Taylor said, her tone surprisingly friendly, even sexy for the phrase she uttered. "We both know what's going to happen tonight."
"Do we?" Dave said, playing right back. "And what would that be?"
"Simply put, we're gong back to my place to fuck." She took a sip from her drink, giving Dave a wink as the scotch and soda went down her throat, a sparkling burn warming her. "And it's a foregone conclusion as of about ten minutes ago. Already called my ride."
"Well, I'd hate to disappoint your driver, Ms. Swift."
"First off, it's not even Ms. Swift if you're nasty. It's always Taylor...though, don't be afraid of getting a little nasty. Secondly...better settle that tab, sailor, ride's waiting." She gave him a cute and seductive half-smile.
Dave couldn't remember the last time he paid a tab quicker and more happily. Though when that was done, he and Taylor walked leisurely to the car. The moment the door shut however, everything leisurely was thrown out the window and the two were all over each other.
Even without the partition separating them from the driver, Taylor and Dave would be just as heated. This was 100% pure desire. Taylor just wanted sex, and Dave not only wanted that, but was getting to fulfill a major league fantasy, and that spark just the fuel to Taylor's fire even more intensely.
Taylor shivered a bit as Dave's hand went up her denim skirt, the tips of his fingers tickling the flesh of her thighs before reaching her pussy. Her satin panties were pushed aside and Taylor moaned into his mouth as his fingers plunged into her.
Not that Taylor wasn't getting on the pre-game fun herself. Her own hands had made their way to Dave's crotch, unzipping and reaching for his cock. Taylor was very pleasantly surprised as the heat he was packing. His cock was nice and thick, just the way she liked it. She loved the way a hard, thick dick felt between her red lips...and of course in her pussy.
Time seemed to fly by as the pair got a small little taste of what was to come, but soon they found themselves come to a stop. The car had pulled into he garage of Taylor's building. The two composed themselves and walked out the of the car.
Dave was hardly surprised to find Taylor had a private elevator to her floor.Private as it was however, the two were able to keep themselves under control.
Taylor lead the way into her apartment. "The bar's over there on the right," she said as she locked the door behind them. "Help yourself. There's a mini-fridge over there two if you want a beer."
"What about you?" he asked.
"I'm going to go get ready." Taylor smiled, licking her lips before walking to her room.
Taylor left him alone. Dave was here for one reason and was not going to jeopardize that, that was her line of thinking. And she was right on the money. He stayed in the designated area of the bar, looking through the goods, of which Taylor had a great deal. Th finest of all spirits, there for the taking. Name it and she had it. The same was true of the beer selection. He helped himself to a bottle of some microbrew he didn't recognized and popped the top.
Before he could get a chance to savor this brand new beer, something much more worthy of being savored re-entered the main hall.
"That's a good one," said Taylor, her entrance slightly startling Dave. "Smooth, has a bit of a citrus thing going on." Dave turned around saw Taylor was indeed ready. She'd stripped herself down to nothing, that hot, toned and curved body ready for the action they both so badly desired.
"Wow," Dave said, his brain unable to utter anything polysyllabic at this juncture.
"Thanks. "You on the other hand, are a bit overdressed. Take your shirt off. I'll hand the rest." Taylor flashed him a smile which gave way to a giggle when she saw him frantically take his shirt and jacket off. "Good." She was face to face with him, her face sultry, sweet and confident.
"Stay still," she said, kissing him softly. "I'll handle those pesky pants. She quickly licked his lips then slid to her knees, her red nails raking his chest and abdomen softly.
