Disclaimer: This story is meant to be fun and is from my own imagination. to my knowledge, none of the people depicted here have engaged in the acts or situations written about.
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Taylor Swift Earns Back Her Masters.
Scott Borchetta was surprised when his 1 o'clock appointment turned out to be the beautiful, blonde singer, Taylor Swift. They hadn't spoken or seen each other since she split from his label a year ago and judging by the media reports, he was her least favorite person right now. She sauntered in, more confident than he had ever seen her. Scott mentally flashed back to the frizzy-haired, flat-as-a-plank teen who nervously stepped into his office all those years ago in jeans and cowboy boots. Seeing her now, 29 and dressed in a suit and heels that showed off her firm tits and plump ass, Scott realized that she was all woman now. Her makeup was precise and her hair, straightened, was pulled back into a ponytail with soft tendrils framing her face. Secretly, that had always been his favorite style of hers.
"Taylor! Long time, no see. What brings you back here today?" He asked, intrigued.
"I think you know." She said, her hard stare letting him know that despite her pleasant smile and demeanor, she wasn't to be trifled with.
She approached his desk and leaned over it so she was eye to eye with him, daring him to glance down at her ample cleavage showing through her white blouse. Almost without realizing, he did glance down, and when he caught her icy blue eyes again, he knew she had noticed it.
"Look, I've said all I can about your Masters. A contract's a contract. What's done is done"
"I know. That's why I'm here to propose a different sort of deal. One I think you'll enjoy considering," she said with a faint smile on her lips.
"And what kind of deal would that be? I already told you I'm looking for more than you have."
"Oh I'm not talking about money. I'm thinking of something more...priceless."
Taylor walked around his desk now, so that it no longer stood between them. Scott shifted in his seat as his cock twitched. Tension crackled between them as she let her true intentions hang in the air, unspoken.
"How would you like all your darkest deepest fantasies to come true?" She asked, her voice taking on a breathy quality Scott had before only dreamed about when jerking his cock in private. He looked at her with hesitant, questioning eyes.
"I know how you feel about me Scott," Taylor said, tucking a soft lock of hair behind her ear.
"I've always noticed how you look at me, ever since I turned 18. Like you want to lick me from head to toe. How would you like to have the chance to do that, to do whatever you want to me?"
With hooded eyes, she bent down and pressed her luscious red-painted lips against his. Scott groaned, his cock starting to swell, all thoughts of his wife and marriage vows forgotten. He reached up and gently touched the sides of Taylor Swift's face. The woman he had helped raise in the music industry since she was a young teen, who had always sang and behaved from a place of innocence and purity, was now grown and reaching for his belt buckle. It was like a dream come true.
Taylor broke the kiss and knelt down so she was eye level with Scott's lap. She worked his belt and pants open, somewhat surprised by the large bulge she now faced. She had come here preparing to fuck him for the sake of her art, but now it looked like she could actually enjoy it as the all-too-familiar craving for cock started to sweep over her. Frankly, the man disgusted her, having acted like family for over a decade, now only to hold her master recordings hostage from her. But her pussy betrayed her as it started to tingle. Ever since the frat party that had started her sexual awakening, she had been horny and looking for cock constantly. Now, it looked like she had found a worthy contender. She had never anticipated that the man who had helped mentor her since she was a young teen would also be a good fuck.
She peeled his underwear down and Scott groaned as his 8 inch cock sprung free. Taylor grasped it lightly in her hand, licking her lips and staring up into his brown eyes with her baby blue ones.
"So what do you say? Will you give me the chance to earn back my masters?" she asked sweetly, her warmth breath on his dick.
"Oh God Taylor, that feels so good! Don't stop, Baby." He pleaded.
Taylor smiled devilishly and bent down, engulfing his long hard cock with her mouth. Ever the pro at anything she did, she opened her throat and let his cock go all the way in, hitting no resistance as her nose finally rested on his pubes. She didn't gag as she worked her mouth up and down over and over, letting him fill her completely as she deep-throated him. Holy shit, where did this girl learn to suck cock?! Scott marveled as she sucked him off deeply, spit and drool leaking out the sides of her mouth and into his lap. Periodically, she'd release his cock so she could take in gulps of air, and Scott's eyes rolled back in his head every time she swallowed him down again.
"Mm your cock is so big and feels so good in my throat. You like when I suck you off, Daddy?" she asked, batting her thick lashes at him.
"Fuck, your mouth is incredible. Where'd you learn to suck cock like that?" he asked.
"Now, a lady never reveals her secrets," she teased, bending down again to take his wet dick back in her mouth, covering it with more drool. He relished the feel of her tongue working all along the shaft and sensitive head. He grabbed her ponytail and worked her head and up and down more vigorously.
"Fuck, I've dreamed of fucking your sweet mouth for so long," he said, pushing her head all the way down enjoying how her throat squeezed his cock. He then released her head, allowing her to come up for air.
