Era Erotica

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

Chapter Forty-One: Dress

Starring Taylor Swift

Codes: MF, Creampie, Footjob, Public, Toys

*****

2021

"What do you think Ms. Swift?" The designer asked nervously, stepping back so Taylor could fully admire herself in the trifecta of full-length mirrors.

Taylor was speechless. Not a feat easily achieved with her. It was just too perfect. It was everything she had imagined it to be and somehow more, because this was real. This was happening. Every wedding dress fantasy she'd ever had, all swirled up into one perfect gown.

"...It's wonderful. Wow. Thank you...thank you so much." She stammered, finally managing to get out a few kind words.

"It's so beautiful! You're so beautiful Tay!" Selena said, stifling a sniffle from her seated position on the couch as she leaned forward to gawk at her best friend.

"I'll give you ladies a minute." The designer said, politely bowing out as to give them privacy.

"God, it's so gorgeous!" Taylor said, stopping herself from touching the intricate and delicate lacework as if that would somehow shatter the illusion.

"It's absolutely stunning. You're radiant. A vision in white. And I think we can all safely say that dress is

so

gonna get you laid on your wedding night!" Blake said, raising a champagne glass as if in a salute and downing it in one go.

"It so is." Taylor said with a sly smile, spinning around to admire it from every angle she could.

The trio spent the next half an hour going over every intricate detail of the spectacularly simple, yet elegant dress. The designer was called back in to discuss a few more size related measurements and to schedule one final fitting. Then Taylor reluctantly took off the white gown and put on the far less beautiful, but still very cute outfit she had walked in wearing. It somehow now seemed like drab rags.

"I've still got some time, how about both of you?" Taylor asked her two friends, who both nodded in agreement. "Wanna go shopping? Cole and I have a date night tonight and I could use something new to wear."

"Sounds good." Selena said.

"Looking for some more fashion advice?" Blake asked, eyeing Taylor up and down. "I'm in."

The trio laughed and headed off in search of a different type of perfect dress.

***

"How did the fitting go? Is the dress is shaping up ok?" Cole asked, watching the lights of New York City endlessly rush by them.

"It went wonderfully! The dress? It is, in a word, perfect! But stop fishing for details! Naughty boy." Taylor said, waggling a scolding finger at him. "You'll see it on the day of. And not one moment before."

"Until then, my imagination will have to do." He said wistfully and leaning to give her a quick peck that lasted much longer than either of them intended. When they finally did break apart, he spoke once more. "And speaking of dresses, the one you're wearing tonight...it is just pure fire. Eh-hem. What I mean is...you look beautiful...and also fucking hot."

Blushing and looking down demurely, she smoothed out a slight crease in her little black dress. And what a little black dress it was. It clung to her body like a second skin. With a shear back, it extended just far enough that you could get a hint of tasteful sideboob. The black fabric reached her thighs, but traveled no further down her flawless legs. Tall black heels perfectly accented the dress. Her "look" was also suitably classic Taylor. Expertly styled bangs hung just above mascara-laden lashes with ruby red lips in stark contrast to the blueness of her eyes. It was the perfect combination of sex and class.

"Thank you. You clean up pretty good yourself."

His crisply collared shirt and tight slacks were an excellent complement to her getup. Leaning in closer, he could smell her flowery perfume as those red lips found his earlobe and whispered hot breath into it.

"I'm glad you like the dress. You know, I only bought it so you could take it off me later tonight." Then she leaned back and gave him a look that smoldered with fiery intent.

Grinning ear to ear, he said, "I'm not sure I can wait until we get home, but let's just see how dinner goes first."

Shifting in her seat as if struck by a sudden discomfort, she reached for her purse and opened it, pulling out what looked like a remote of some kind.

"This is another little surprise for you, but don't use it until we are inside."

Winking at him, he accepted it without question. Before he could examine it too closely, the SUV pulled up to the curb. They were here. He slid it into his pocket. Personal security immediately jumped out of the front seats to push back the horde of paparazzi that was visible even through the impossibly dark tinted windows.

"Ready for it?" Cole asked, taking a deep breath and looking at Taylor. He wasn't sure he'd ever get used to this part of their relationship.

Sighing resignedly, she simply nodded. The door opened and a barrage of flashing lights blinded them. Clambering out of the car, Cole was all too aware that his every move was being documented. Once his feet were squarely planted on the ground, he turned around and offered Taylor a helping hand. In her little black dress, she had to be much more careful with her movements, lest she end up splashed all over the front page of TMZ for a crotch shot. From beyond the wall of flashing light, questions flew at them like fastballs.

"When is the wedding?"

"Tell us about the proposal!"

"When can we expect kids?"

"What's the guest list look like?"

They ignored all of them and hurriedly made their way to the restaurant. Once inside, the restaurant staff escorted them to a secluded dining area at the back. It was a good way away from everyone else, but not completely private. From their table, they could still see the heads of other fellow dinners. A few were still craning their necks to get a good look at them.

"You wouldn't think simply going out to dinner would stir up so much hubbub." Cole said as he settled into his chair and looked around.

"You would think, but I know better by now." Taylor said coolly. "Especially when we don't exactly go out in public anymore."

Sensing her tone, he put one hand on her outstretched one and squeezed it, feeling the diamond on her finger. The other hand slid into his pocket, feeling the device before pulling it out to examine it. Almost at once, he was convinced of its purpose and casually slid it beneath the table with his thumb resting on the power button.

"Don't worry Swift. I'm sure we can think of something to get your mind off those scum outside. How about a nice cocktail?"

"That sounds go-"

His thumb pressed down and Taylor let out a sudden gasp of surprise as words died upon her lips. Suddenly squirming back and forth, her blue eyes bugged out and her lips opened wide before pressing tight together in an effort to stifle the supreme surge of pleasure that was suddenly raging throughout her body. Its source? Somewhere deep in her snatch and vibrating like its life depended on it. It was also at that precise moment that the waiter chose to manifest, seemingly popping into existence from nowhere beside them.

"Hello there, Ms. Swift and Mr. Stephens. My name is Jeremy and I will be your server this evening. Congratulations on your engagement from the entire staff and myself. The owner would like to offer this bottle of

Don Perignon

in celebration. Would you care for some?"

"Thank you so much. Absolutely. We would love some. Thank you." Taylor said in a perfectly measured and controlled voice, sitting stock-still and rigid with focus and concentration.

Thanking him as well, Cole nodded his agreement with eyes flicking back and forth from the waiter to Taylor who was desperately trying not to let an ounce of what she was feeling show. Hand drifting to the remote in his lap, he pressed it again, turning it up to the next setting. Taylor's hands now gripped the edge of the table, her knuckles white and her bottom lip quivering something fierce. The waiter uncorked the champagne with a *POP* just as Taylor couldn't hold back anymore and gave a small squeak.

"So sorry Ms. Swift." The waiter said, looking concerned.

"Silly me. Always louder than I expect." She said, luckily covering her momentarily lapse.

Nodding, he poured two flutes of champagne and excused himself. The moment he was gone, Taylor balled her fists in her lap and allowed herself to squirm once more. Moan after moan tumbled forth from her mouth, albeit still in a very hushed tone. With a click, Cole turned it off and she sagged in her seat.

"You are so bad." Taylor said after a brief pause as she spread her legs and looked down at her lap, still shaking a bit.

"I'm not the one who seems to have a vibrating egg stuck up their twat right now." He said with a sly grin. "And given control of it to their fiancée. How is it down there, by the way?"

"My panties are already wet. If I'm not careful, I'll leave a stain on my dress. Or on this chair." She said, unable to suppress her grin at the excitement of it all.

"I don't think that decision is really up to you." Cole said with mirth in his voice.

Cocking an eyebrow at him, she gave him a daring look. "Then I'll just have to fight back the only way I can."

"Oh, really? And what would that be?

Boldly, he took an exaggerated sip of champagne and nearly spat it out as her felt her toes crept up his inner thigh, quickly locating the already rock-hard lump in his pants with laser-targeted precision. Gripping his stiff prick with her toes, she shifted to rocking the flat of her foot back and forth until he was positively throbbing with excitement.

"Seems like I'm not the only one who likes this dress." Taylor said, batting her baby blues innocently at him while the tips of her toes toyed with his groin.

"You're damn right about that. The second I saw you in it, I wanted too-"

This time, he was interrupted as the waiter reappeared. Taylor's toes withdrew like they had been scalded. Utensils were delivered and he spoke for a long time about the various specials. He let her have a reprieve this time, but as soon as the waiter was gone, it was back to buzz city. Trembling all over, Taylor retaliated in kind. Foot on cock, she resumed her surprisingly dexterous stroking. Clenching his jaw tightly, he tried to focus on anything but feeling of her foot on his crotch. Both feigned indifference as they mercilessly toyed with the other. At some point, they managed to look over the menu and make a selection. When the waiter returned once more, they placed their orders as though nothing out of the ordinary was happening, even though this time, Taylor's toes never left his crotch and he never turned off the toy in her twat.

During internment highs of pleasure, conversation would return to lazily drift from one topic to the next, before someone would inevitably start up again and see if the other was willing to give in first. Neither wanted to give quarter. Not Taylor, even as Cole relentlessly played with every setting over and over again. It sent the egg a-buzzing with ever-increasing intensity. Sometimes she would curse softly with a "fuck!" or "shit!" here and there. Sometimes she'd just gasp and expel all the air in her lungs or press her lips together so tightly the red painted beauties almost looked white. Cole likewise refused to give in. The flat of her foot piloted his cock like a joystick, while her other foot nestled and rolled his balls back and forth. He could feel a damp spot growing at the apex of his underwear and he wondered if when he stood up, he would find a wet spot on his trousers. It got to the point where Taylor wasn't the only one in danger of ruining her outfit. In response to this sexual arms race, he needed to escalate and take the heat off his himself. He hit the highest setting it could go. It was only then did he feel her foot falter on his groin and grant him some reprieve.

"Fuck Cole. I can't take it anymore. Turn it off. You're gonna make me cum. Right here at the table. Fuck." She whispered, gripping the table edge like a life raft.

"Really? You want me to stop?" He asked with mock surprise. "Hmm...I don't think so. Consider this revenge for that time you sucked me off during that Zoom meeting."

Her body buckled, unable to hold in the orgasm much longer. "Which-Which time?"

"All of them." He said, grinning like a devil.

Her eyes rolled into back of her head. "Shit. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum."

Maybe it was simply his imagination, but he almost thought he could hear the vibrations from inside of her from where he sat across the table.

"And here we are!" The waiter said, appearing miraculously with their food.

Big blue eyes the size of saucers, Taylor struggled to hold everything in. This time, he didn't relent and turn it off. The plates were presented in front of them, steaming and looking positively scrumptious. Seabass for Taylor. Steak for Cole.

"How does everything look?" The waiter asked, watching Taylor closely for her reaction.

It seemed Taylor didn't trust herself to speak, so she only nodded her head and said, "Mmhmm."

"It looks absolutely delicious. Thank you very much." Cole said, reassuring him that everything was excellent.

Walking away, Cole looked back to Taylor who was red in the face and visibly shaking. With a press of his finger, he turned it off and Taylor sagged yet again in her chair, nearly falling out of it as she did so.

"There ya go. I turned it off. Just like you asked."

"I...I came." Taylor said in disbelief with words that seemed too thick for her lips and unsteady eyes to match. "I can't believe. I can't believe I came. When we get back home...I'm going to..."

"Wow. This looks delicious." Cole said cheerily, happily ignoring her as he picked up his knife and fork and proceeded to cut into the tender meat.

"When did this get here?" Taylor asked as if seeing her meal for the first time. "Did I order fish?"

The plan had been to toy with each other all throughout dinner, but the food itself was so delicious that it deserved to be enjoyed uninterrupted. Besides, Cole thought he had made his point, what with making her cum at the table. His hardon still made his trousers uncomfortably tight, but that was nothing compared to Taylor who confessed that her panties were indeed totally soaked through. By the time the meal had been cleared, an entirely different type of hunger was ravenous in both of them. A hunger for each other. So, they got dessert to go. It was a chocolatey something. Very chocolatey. Something they could enjoy later...with each other as the plates.

The blinding flash of lights was only temporary as the hurried into the waiting car. Later, they would find out that a very close inspection would reveal that Taylor's inner thighs were just a bit shinier than the rest of her shining legs. Glistening, one might say. A testament to their time well spent in the restaurant. But in that moment, neither cared. In an instant, they were secured and away. A heavy, weighted silence hung in the air between them.

"John, would you care to listen to the radio?" Taylor asked the driver with her eyes still fixated on Cole and filled with mischievous intent.

The driver nodded silently. That was code. The additional soundproof partition went up. With the blackout windows, the couple might as well have been all alone. Never was that fact more apparent than a second later when Taylor straddled him. Something she had been dying to do all night. As he assisted in hiking up her little black dress, her legs spread wide a knee in each leather seat as he slid to the middle. The oral assault of her lips left imprints of red on whichever bit of exposed skin they chose to attack. He kissed her back just as fiercely, cupping her ass and squeezing as her hips ground against him. There was a pause as he felt something hard and plastic between the irresistible curve of her cheeks. He knew what it was immediately.

"Shit Swift! You've had a buttplug in this whole time?" He asked as he managed to free his mouth from hers.

"Yes." She said while moving down to suck hard on his neck. "It vibrates too."

"So that whole time, I was also..."

"That's right."

"Fuck that's hot."

Kissing her with renewed vigor, one hand slipped into his pocket to turn on, not one but two toys stuffed into her two holes. The grinding sensation of her wet pussy against his stiff and throbbing crotch was accentuated as he felt the vibrations emanating from the devices, sending her into fresh realms of untold pleasure. And the sensation wasn't too bad for him either. Moaning loudly, without worry of other patrons to hear her, Taylor gave into all the feelings she had been having all night. His hands were a blur, grabbing her ass one second, trailing along her spine the next then mauling at her concealed tits like he hadn't felt them up in ages.

"Dick!" Taylor yelled out. "I need this dick in me. Right fuckin' now!"

One hand shot downwards to her pussy to pull out the vibrating bullet as Cole hurriedly unzipped his pants and fished his cock out. As Taylor produced the toy, easily extracted by a small plastic bit that stuck out, she held it up for him to see. It shimmered in the blurry lights of New York City rushing by them. A thick and juicy layer of sticky girlcum coated it. She tossed it aside without a second thought, it's purpose for the evening fulfilled. Yanking her absolutely soaked and ruined panties to the side she sank down on his aching cock without another moment's hesitation.

"Uuuggghhhh!"

Both gave simultaneous groans of relief. The palpable ache, the tension that had been building all evening as they toyed and played with one another was about to be relieved in a big way. With the butt plug still firmly stuck in, and still vibrating, she was tight as all hell, working her slick pink pussy up and down in the backseat of the big black SUV on powerful legs. Their foreheads pressed together as both moaned into the other's mouth. Strands of hair fell forward tickling his face as his hands dug into her hips, guiding the course of her body as it rose and fell.

"Swift. Oh my god." Cole grunted.

"I know." She answered breathlessly. "It feels so goddamn good. This cock. You."

Bouncing upwards and downwards with such fervor, she was rocking the entire car even while in motion, and especially when they came to a stop. His fingers found the buttplug, stoppered in her rear and spun it, twirling it round and round without tugging it in the slightest. His reward was a fresh set of moans mixed with heavy panting. Her eyes told him she wanted more. Fingers tightening around it, he pulled gently and watched her eyes grow wide.

"Yes. Yes. Pull it out." She pleaded.

With practiced ease of years of experience together, he tugged just long and hard enough to ensure maximum stretching of her sphincter in the most enjoyable way possible before it popped free with a sound reminiscent of the champagne bottle being opened.

"Yes!" She squealed, her voice several octaves higher than usual.

Never tiring of seeing her puckered pink butthole in all its glory, he would have to settle for feeling it instead. Before he could toss the buttplug aside like the other toy, Taylor grabbed his hand and took the plastic plug into her own hand. Puckering her smeared red lips she inhaled the toy right down the bejeweled base, watching his expression twist and feeling him throb inside her at the sight of such a dirty act. Withdrawing it slowly, she threw it against the window with a clatter and it rolled somewhere beneath the seat. Then she got back to riding him. Hard.

Sticking a couple of his fingers out, Taylor likewise sucked them down to the base, ensuring they were slick with saliva. With a smirk, he reached around and used those same fingers to probed her backdoor entrance. It was wide open and two fingers walked in without the slightest issue, all the way down to the knuckle. Curling them slightly, he beginning sliding them in and out, fingering her butthole. It was exactly what Taylor needed to get over the edge.