Era Erotica

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

Chapter Thirty-One: Style

Starring Taylor Swift

Codes: MF, Creampie, Denial, Masturbation, Public

*****

2020

"This one?" Taylor asked, emerging from the closest in yet another outfit.

"Looks amazing babe." Cole said sleepily from his prone position on the bed, his eyelids heavy and drooping.

"Ok, put picture me with my hair all done up. It's not a super casual outfit."

"Still amazing."

"Maybe with pants." Then she looked over at him. "You're not even looking." She said playfully, throwing a balled-up t-shirt at him.

In his defense, Taylor was currently rifling through one of several gigantic closets. Larger than most bedrooms, they had been at it for hours. Still isolated in Nashville, the couple had done just about everything there was do. Doing it in every single room in the house, in every way imaginable. Hobbies were on the verge of becoming professions. Even binging Netflix somehow seemed unappealing. And Taylor needed a break from songwriting, so now they were...cleaning. The mound of clothes grew and grew as Taylor parted ways with a blouse here, leggings there and more accessories than he cared to count.

"I guess we have been at it for a while." She said, rubbing her chin as her forehead crinkled in thought. "Maybe just one more, then we can take a break. Something that never goes out of style."

"Sure Swift." Cole mumbled, even as his eyes drifted lower and lower until they were shut completely.

He failed to see her sly grin as her gaze lingered over his sleeping form. He didn't hear her rummaging around in the closet. He didn't even know how long she was gone. He wasn't aware of anything until she remerged, clearly her throat loudly.

"EH-HEM!"

Jerking awake from his state of semi-sleep Cole's eyes flew open. Blinking the sleep from them, he glanced over at her. Then he did a double take. Jaw damn near hitting the floor he stared with dumbstruck awe. Lingerie. She was decked out from head to toe in it. It was one he hadn't seen before, and he'd seen quite a few on her. Jet black, complete with a corset, thigh-high garters and a matching pair of spiked black heels. Straddling the doorway seductively, she stretched out one long stocking covered leg along it.

"Oh? Do I have your attention now?" She asked innocently. "What do you think? I should definitely get rid of this, right? No reason to keep it."

"N-n-n-no. No. Why would you get rid of that?" He stuttered, sitting upright on the bed and suddenly very much awake.

Chuckling, Taylor floated over to him, like something out of a dream. "Perhaps you need a closer look before deciding?" Reaching the side of the bed, she placed both hands on the mattress and surveyed him with those burning blue eyes. Extending his hand to touch his lace-clad lover, she swatted it away. "Nah-uh. You didn't want to help before. Why should you want to now? Someone needs to learn a little patience." She sported a playful pout.

"I accept any and all punishment you want to dole out. Just. Just keep that on." Cole said, something in his shorts stirring powerfully. "Please. It reminds me of that one from that Victoria's Secret show."

"Why do you think I bought it?" She asked, her voice now barely a decibel above a whisper. "You remember those outfits fondly, don't you?"

He did indeed.

2014

"Swift, I hate to be

that

guy, but how much longer is this going to take? When you said you were free to hang out, I didn't think you meant shopping. All day."

"Hush you." She said with a playful smack of a full shopping bag. "Besides, there's only one more place I need to go, and I really,

really,

want your opinion on something. It's why I invited you today!"

"And here I thought it was my charming personality and roguish good looks. Alright Swift, you win. But afterwards you're going to make it up me. Big time. With dinner, drinks and delightful discourse."

"Deal, but I think you are really going to like this next place."

A barrage of paparazzi shamelessly snapped photos of us from across the street as we exited the store. Hurriedly escaping into the privacy of the awaiting car, I soon lost track of where exactly we were in downtown Manhattan. Pulling down an alleyway, we stopped at a backdoor entrance of what looked more like an office building than a store.

"What is this place?" I asked, looking around for a sign.

"You'll see."

A very tall and very beautiful woman opened the door for us as we exited the car and were quickly ushered inside. Clearly Taylor an appointment as she was expected. Through narrow corridors we were escorted into an elevator which promptly took us up to the 13th floor. Directly across from us was an enormous graphic printed on the wall, supermodel's wearing nothing but the skimpiest of underwear.

Victoria's Secret,

was splashed across the top in bold letters. One question answered.

"Right this way Ms. Swift. Will your companion be joining us, or?" The woman asked politely.

"He can wait in the viewing room."

"Very good, just through those doors there, sir." She indicated to a set of double doors across the hall. "Ms. Swift, please follow me this way."

Perplexed as to why we were in a Victoria's Secrets office in downtown Manhattan, I nevertheless nodded and walked through into the room. A small circular stage was set up in the center, three enormous mirrors in front of it. I took a seat on one of the chairs against the wall. Without anything else of note in the room, my mind wandered, wondering why we were here. Perhaps this was a store for celebrity clients. Ultra-private. Exclusive. Still, why did Taylor want me here? To pick out underwear for some new guy she was into? That didn't sit too well with me.

Ten minutes passed and still there was no sign from Taylor. Aimlessly looking around, my leg bounced up and down impatiently. Just as I was about to text her, the doors I had come through burst open in suitable dramatic fashion. Startling me greatly, Taylor strutted in as they slammed shut behind her. What she was wearing nearly made me fall out of my chair. Lace clung to her towering slender figure. Black as night, the only contrast was her gleaming tanned skin and crimson red lips. Bare legs, smooth and shining, stretched out in front of her as she sashayed towards me, a sheer train dragging behind her. Moving with precision she was a blue-eyed laser guided missile on nearly six-inch heels. Beneath the spiderweb of delicate lace was a pair of high-waisted black bottoms and a tastefully sensual crop top. I was speechless. All my years and I'd never seen her in anything like this. That innocent, cute-as-a-button girl next door was gone. Replaced by this goddess of pure sex. Stepping up onto the platform, she cocked one hip to the side and fix me with a gaze that sent a shiver of excitement coursing through my spine. There was a silence that stretched on and on as I simply drank her in. It was broken by a question.

"What do you think?" Her voice wavered, a hint of nerves peeking through the steely confident exterior.

"I...I..." I mumbled speechlessly.

"I'll take that as a good sign." She said, the nervousness fading as her eyes drifted from my face down to my crotch. "And that as an even better one."

Looking down at myself, I found myself pitching such a tent that an entire family could have camped beneath it. My hands moved to cover it, embarrassed at such a visceral reaction to merely her presence.

"Sorry Swift. It's just..." I trailed off, not knowing what to say. It was like a dream. One that usually ended with sticky sheets and the need to change underwear. One that I'd had many times over the years if I was honest with myself.

"Don't be. This is one of my outfits, for the Victoria's Secret fashion show this year. I'm doing it again and I wanted this year to be...sexier. I'm so glad you like it and a little relieved. Something this sexy, I was nervous, but your reaction makes me feel good. Really good. This is the third version. The first one had me showing off my belly button. Imagine!"

"Swift. I mean." I cleared my throat, mouth dry and unsure of where exactly to settle my roaming eyes. It was like staring into a blinding light. "Goddamn. It's seriously unbelievable."

The smile that graced her lips could melt my heart, but the mischievous grin that replaced it couldn't have made it beat any faster. With the merest hint of a whisper, just enough for her sweet voice to reach my ears, she parted her ruby red lips.

"Show me."

"What?"

"Show. Me." Louder now. More confident. Demanding even. "Show me how much you like it. Pull your cock out."

"Here? Have you lost it? What if someone walks in?"

"I asked not to be disturbed." Clicking her tongue, she narrowed her eyes. "Now pull out that big dick of yours and start jerking. Do that and maybe, just maybe, I'll let you see this little number in a more intimate setting."

Holding each other's gaze, neither of us wavered as we tried to gauge what the other was thinking. My pants tent gave a throb and I broke first. I was never good at denying her. And to be honest, it's not like I ever wanted too. Unzipping my pants, I finagled my prick with some difficultly and pulled it out through the hole. It rose tall, a fleshy pink tower from a base of denim. Surveying the sight with a smirk, Taylor waggled one finger at me naughtily.

"Nuh-uh. Pants off. Down around your ankles."

Belt unbuckled, pants undone, I lifted my ass up just long enough to shimmy them downwards until they fell, coiling around my ankles. My bare ass settled against the hard plastic of the chair. Now fully exposed, I was free to take hold.

Nodding with approval, Taylor said, "Go ahead. Start jerking."

My left hand coiled around the shaft as I began, slow and steady. Up and down, squeezing the crown ever so slightly each time I reached the summit.

"Mhmmm, that's it." She was purring like a kitten. "Jerk that fat cock. Just for me. This outfit turns you on, doesn't it?"

"Yes Swift. You look incredible." I hissed, through stiff lips.

"Faster then."

Picking up the speed, I was still dry-dogging it as Taylor stepped off the platform. The click of her heels was loud in my ears as she moved close, towering over me. Bending forward at the waist, one of her tell-tale signature stage moves, her hands gripped either edge of the chair. I could feel the tell-tale tickle of lace cuffs on my exposed hips. With her face mere inches from mine, she gave me a look that made me throb in my hand.

"Let me help you with that." It was husky, dripping with sensual implications. "Hand off."

Deepening the bend, those lips descended to just an inch above my pulsating member, the one-eyed snake winking at her as she pursed those burning red lips. The tips of her blonde locks were tickling my thighs. From between those plump crimson pillows, a thick string of saliva emerged, hanging like a stalactite. It stretched and stretched until that warm slippery spittle reached its target, coating my throbbing cockhead in wetness. Inside my shoes, my toes curled, legs testing the elasticity of my jeans as it oozed down my shaft. Over the head, down the veiny underbelly, that seemingly endless stream of saliva congealed around the base, heartily moistening my balls as they twitched from their position atop of the chair. Now properly lubricated, Taylor released her grip and stood up tall once more, her shadow looming over me.

"Now stroke. Fast and hard."

Hand flying back to cock like it was magnetic, I lathered up every girthy inch. The slimy sputum squelched between my fingers as I beat my meat with furious intent. An involuntary groan escaped me as I looked from her heeled feet, impossibly smooth legs, across her black-garbed pelvis and torso until I once more made eye contact with her.

*SHICK*SHLOCK*SHLICK*SHLOCK*SHICK*

The sounds were loud in the relatively bare room, but they made Taylor smile, a solitary shiver running through her body. Her eyes followed the progress of my hand as it flew like a piston.

Then abruptly, she turned around and faced the stage once more, saying, "Stand up. Follow me."

Three strides of her mile-long legs and she was perched once more atop the platform, admiring the figure she cut in all three of the mirrors. I was left to follow, awkwardly fumbling with my pants were still around my ankles. As I did my best not to wipe out, I stepped up behind her, my outstretched penis pointed directly at her perky backside, still stroking.

*SHLOCK*SHICK*SHICK*SHLICK*SHLOCK*SHICK*

"Look at me." She said, lazily pointing a finger to the mirrors in front of us. "Jerk off for the woman you see there."

As if I needed the instruction. I was spanking it like a randy teenager as we both stared at each other's reflection. A haze of lust settled firmly over both our faces, even as Taylor's hand strayed towards her pussy, inching slowly over the lace, seemingly unable to stop itself.

*BBZZZZTTT*

An incredibly loud and irritating noise sounded in the room. I froze like a deer in headlights, unsure of what was happening. A staticky voice cut harshly through the air.

"Is everything alright in there Ms. Swift? How does it fit now? Is the bust large enough? The hem too short? We can come in and take some additional measurements."

Her hand fell to her side as she turned to face me and leaned in close. So very close. Lips tickling my ear lobe, she whispered, "I didn't tell you to stop. Keep going." My body obeyed her commands as my hand resumed stroking, my mind a blank space. Sashaying over to an intercom I hadn't noticed before, she placed one long finger against the button and spoke in an excitable, gleeful tone. "That's quite alright! Everything fits perfectly! I should be out soon. I just wanted my dear friend's opinion on it before I gave the final approval."

"Wonderful to hear! Please let us know if you need anything else Ms. Swift."

The intercom cut out as Taylor turned, grabbing hold of the lace train. Swirling it around her body, she gyrated her hips slowly.

"It does fit perfectly, right? So stylish. So sexy."

I could only nod, as I continued masturbating. For her. Only, my palm was dry once more, her spit all used up, but damn near close enough to bring me to orgasm. It did not go unnoticed by Taylor. Nothing ever did.

"It's so sexy, it's going to make you cum. I'm going to make you cum, aren't I?"

"Yes..." I hissed through a severe case of lockjaw, the mere suggestion of release making my balls bubble with boiling burning baby-batter.

"Very good. Stick out your hand." Releasing myself, I stuck out my hand with my palm facing the ceiling. Working her way closer to me, Taylor spat a big sticky glob onto the outstretched hand. "Continue."

Returning hand to cock, I was jerking like a fiend. Stepping up onto the platform, she sidled up behind me. Placing her hands on my waist, I could once again feel the lace clinging to her body tickling mine. Framing herself behind me, she placed her head in the crook of my right shoulder, watching my reflection work in the mirror.

*SHLICK*SHICK*SHLOCK*SHLICK* SHICK*SHLOCK*

Tip to base I gave firm long strokes, the sensation to cum already very strong. It became even stronger when Taylor reached an arm around me, and took a gentle but firm hold on my testicles, squeezing the gonads tenderly. My cock jumped visibly as she squeezed. Her face lit up as she handled them.

"I can tell by how big and swollen these are, they're all full of cum. Just for me. Ready to blow?"

"Yes." I said, releasing the word with a puff of pent-up breath.

"I'm just too sexy, aren't I? Good. Keeping going. Get right up to the edge."

*SHLOCK*SHLICK*SHLICK*SHLOCK*SHLICK*SHICK*

"Swift. Swift! SWIFT!" My groaning turned to yelling as my cock swelled, my balls contracting in the palm of her delicate hand.

"Stop!" Her commanding tone cut through the air like a knife even as her hand wrenched mine away from my pulsating and throbbing member.

"W-w-hat?!?" I stuttered, unable to process anything but sudden and imminent sweet climax.

"I said stop. I can't have you jizzing all over the changing room." A demonic grin split her otherwise angelic features. "Besides I think I've more than proven this outfit more than sufficiently sexy."

"What about..." I said looking down at my throbbing prick, confused.

"We still have dinner later. Right? Maybe that will go well. Very well. And if you think this one is hot, I can't wait for you to see me in the other one." She winked.

***

The show itself was a week later, and Taylor looked every bit as smoking hot as she had in the dressing room, if not more so. On stage. In her element. Doing her thing. It was intoxicating. Still, with uncharacteristic nerves she had asked me to tag along for "emotional" support. And when I saw her all dolled up her second outfit of the evening, a little pink number that served as a stark yet equally arousing contrast to the black one I'd experienced a week earlier, I just couldn't hold back. Saying as much, she grabbed me by the hand and led me somewhere with a bit more privacy.

Now midway through the show, supermodels strutted their stuff on the runway above us. Music blared and lights flashed. We saw none of it, huddled beneath the very runway itself, in some sort of storage room along with a bunch of unused technical equipment. Taylor still had to perform her second song of the evening, but currently we were preoccupied with something else at the moment.

Pants once more down around my ankles, it wasn't my hand wrapped around my prick this time. It was Taylor's searing hot pussy, enveloping me like a velvet glove. Deep and heavy grunts resonated through me as I thrusted into her. Pressed up against a wall, she had one impossibly long, smooth and tanned leg wrapped around my waist. The other wobbled in its fluffy pink heel as the meaty slap of two people fucking reverberated in our relatively confined space. Her legs were bare, jutting from beneath a short silky skirt. It was currently unattached, from its corset-esque garment that pushed her breasts up to form a cleavage that I would never have thought possible before today. All of it lay beneath a pussy pink silk robe that hung off her slender body with effortless grace.

"Fuck Swift. Forget what I said last week, this might be the most goddamn sexy you've ever looked." I said, my mouth a mere inch away from hers.

There was to be no kissing so as not to ruin her makeup. And I was a man of my word, even if it was near impossible to resist the allure of those full glossy pink lips.

"Might be? This steel rod inside me seems pretty fucking sure!"

Instead of a responding, I gave her several deep thrusts, utilizing every inch as I pulled out to the tip before ramming back in with all my strength to reach new depths with every pass.

"Yes! Cole! Yes!" Taylor mumbled, each word accompanying a thrust. Taking a shallow breath, she continued mumbling, "We need to hurry! They'll need me soon!"

As if on cue, in the distance we both heard someone shout, "Has anyone seen Taylor Swift?"

Our eyes locked onto each other, bodies working even as our minds faltered. Knowing our time together was rapidly dwindling, she spoke first.

"Hurry. Make me feel as good as you say I look."

Snarling with approval, I grabbed her by the hips, lifting upwards. An excitable squeak sounded from those soft pink lips as she came off the ground, both legs locking together around my waist. Wedged between the wall and my hammering hips, I bottomed out inside of her, humping with renewed vigor. Arms wrapping around my head, I buried my face in her lace-covered bosom. Mouth open wide in a silent shriek, her hair-sprayed stiff golden strands clung to the wall as she inched up and down it, taking the full unbridled force of my thrusts.