Disclaimer: This a work of fiction. It is not real. 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
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-dayTaylor 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. 
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.
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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.
“Aye! Señorita! Madre dios!” Marcos grunted as he filled her up.
Kamau lumbered up the head of the bed, his massive black form once more looming high above her as he presented his own colossal coal-colored cock. Taylor’s already open mouth, opened even further as she gazed upon it. It was hands down; the biggest penis she’d ever seen. Thick like her forearm, blacker than night, an equally huge hearty pair of hanging testicles dangled beneath, so large that even a bull would be jealous.
Trying to follow its trajectory as it entered her mouth, she soon found herself cross-eyed. Beginning to gyrate upon Marcos, his mouth latched onto one her perky funbags as he worked his girthy python in and out of her tight snatch with quick snaps upwards of his own hips. Behind her, George, sporting a wicked grin, spread her alabaster cheeks wide and stared down at her inviting round butthole. Burying his shaggy face between them, he licked her most forbidden of orifices, tonguing it aggressively and adding his saliva to the already thoroughly lubed up backdoor. Trembling from the rimming, Taylor tried to swallow even more of Kamau, still having trouble reaching the base. Frantically, George grabbed hold of his own prick, beating the head of it against both cheeks before sliding it between and pushing up against her sphincter. There was some initial resistance, as Taylor felt a huge pressure and then he slipped inside. And a moment after that, he was balls deep, every inch of him surrounded on all sides by her ultra-constricting rectum. Marcos felt her pussy noticeably tighten up as her asshole was filled, uttering another Spanish curse. Taylor cried out as the last of her orifices was stuffed full of big, hard throbbing manmeat, but her mouth was so full of cock it only came out as a muffled gargle.
“MMMHHMM-GGGHHHH!!!!”
Resting her knees comfortably upon the bedspread, Taylor slowed as Marcos and George ramped up. They proceeded to bang her hard, alternating their thrusts. One set of big, round balls slapped into her taint only to be replaced by another. Taking turns sinking their stiff wangs in each hole, Taylor finally managed to make the last few inches of Kamau disappear. Lips stretched to the breaking point and feeling like he was halfway down her esophagus, she nevertheless triumphantly gurgled on the jet-black prick, throat bulging like never before. Reaching out, she grabbed hold of the two remaining men and began stroking in perfect rhythm with the pounding of her holes, second nature for a musician of her caliber.
A constant string of expletives and curses sounded from behind her as George made his pleasure very well known, “Fucking hell. Shit. Shit. Shit. Goddamn this arse is bloody tight!”
Gripping her ass hard, his fingers dug into the jiggling flesh that he made ripple with each pelvic slam. Marcos swapped back and forth between both breasts as he loudly slurped on each nipple. Kamau knelt like a statue, his dick perfectly angled for Taylor to impale her throat upon. His hand would occasionally stroke the side of her face, or gently tuck away stray blonde locks shaken loose by the rampart double penetration action. She sucked dick with a fervor and skill he had rarely seen in all his years of work. Not many women could handle his size, but already after a few quick passes, Taylor was swallowing his member like it was a mere popsicle. Her dazzling blue eyes fixated on his face and he stared right back, letting his satisfaction reverberate with deep rumbles throughout his whole body.
Even Anders and Ryuu were groaning from the dual handjobs they were receiving. Their pricks slick, Taylor was pumping at just the right speed with just the right pressure. Squeezing and kneading the mushroom head, she paid special attention to Anders as she pulled back the foreskin and tickled the sensitive backside of his crown. Their stiff slabs only fell from her fingers when she moved to tickle and tease their cum-churning gonads hanging beneath. And all six of them that continued for a good long while, but Taylor Swift was nothing if not generous.
“Eh-hem. It’s only fair to share boys, let some of the others have a turn.” She said, extracting Kamau’s cock from her windpipe, thick strings of salvia sagging between them as she spoke.
Faster than a Chinese fire drill, the men swapped positions. Taylor didn’t even move as Ryuu and Anders took positions behind and underneath her, respectively. Presenting his cock for her open mouth, she tasted her own asshole as Taylor made George’s member disappear from sight easily after handling Kamau. On either side of her, Kamau and Marcos had their stiff wangs taken hold of and stroked. And just like that, before that horrible empty sensation had time to wash over her, she was stuffed like a thanksgiving turkey once more.
Unlike the previous pair, Anders and Ryuu humped her in tandem. It was like they were mind-melded, powerful thrusts perfectly timed and hitting her deepest innards with the lengths of their hard, fat schlongs. At her head, George proved more aggressively, his hand resting firmly on the back of her head, making sure she got every last centimeter as she swallowed the shaft. Her left hand cradled Kamau’s balls, or ball. They were so big, she could only palm one at a time, the tips of her nails tickling his taint as she went. On her other side, she could barely curl her fingers around Marcos, so girthy was he.
Her body was electric. Intense pleasure reverberated in waves, shining brighter with every passing second and thrust. It wasn’t just the hard and fast double dicking. It was the deep guttural grunts, the heavy moans, the sharp hiss of thankful expletives, and the soft unbelieving whispers of her name. It was the smell, primal musk mixed with sweat and arousal from her and the men alike. It was the fact that she couldn’t see anything but the ceiling above and the muscular rippling bodies of the men on all sides. It had her in such in haze that she was barely aware of what she was doing. But she didn’t have to think. Her body knew exactly what to do. Hands jerked from base to tip. Balls were fingered. Moans and groans were had. Cunt and butthole alike squeezed appreciatively around the cocks ravaging them. Jaw opened wide, a nice juicy slab of manmeat forcing its way ever further down her gullet. That pressure inside of her was too much. It needed release.
“MMHM-HMM-MHH!! C-C-CUMMING! CUMMING AGAIN! OH, FUCK!” Taylor screamed, violently expelling cock from her throat in a huge wave of spit and desperately spluttering for air.
Redoubling their efforts, Ryuu and Anders sank their cocks harder and deeper into her than ever before until she exploded. From her pink ladylips, a spray of ejaculate burst forth. Beneath her, Ander’s sculpted torso was drenched with the sticky sweet arousal juice. His strong hands kept her aloft as she went ragdoll, brain shutting down as she squirted like a fire hydrant all over him. Like a rebooting computer, Taylor gradually came too. The five pricks around her were just as hard as they had been before. Her blue eyes found Ander’s equally blue ones below her.
“Very good. No?” He asked.
Nodded, she decided it was time to switch things up again. Like a conductor with an orchestra, she arranged them just how she wanted. Climbing on top of and facing away from Kamau, who now lay flat on his back, she squatted over him. Looking over her shoulder, sweaty golden hair clung to her forehead. Grabbing hold of her buttcheeks, she spread them apart. Her already gaping sphincter hole seemed to wink at him as she lowered herself atop the impossibly tall black spire jutting up from his groin. Despite having two different cocks in there already, this was still a challenge. Breathing labored, Taylor lowered herself once, then twice, but the third time proved the charm.
“FFFFFUUUUCCCCKKKKKK!!!!” She shrieked as she felt the African stud fully enter her rear.
Once secure, she leaned back, both hands gripping his massive pecs for support. Against her pussy pressed Ryuu’s long dick and Taylor was treated to an intimately up-close look of the breathtakingly beautiful dueling dragons tattooed upon his chest. Balancing precariously, Ryuu pushed back against her legs until they were hanging, suspended in mid-air. Stretched wider than ever before, Taylor rocked back and forth as both men began pumping into her. Standing tall on the mattress, Marcos’ cock was perfectly level with her mouth and she accepted it, gobbling it down with hungry eyes. Between his wide stance she reached out for George’s shaft, who knelt behind him and on her other side, she grabbed hold of Anders, both uncircumcised pricks filling up her palms.
It was a slower build up, but once they were sure she was held firmly in place, the pair of them kicked it up to ramming speed. Ryuu pushed her legs back further and further, stretching her out until she was practically doubled-over, both holes being furiously pummeled. A violent shudder and Taylor came again, shamelessly squirting like a firehose against the Asian stud in front of her. Droplets of her girlcum dripped down the intertwined dragons dancing on his chest. But this time, as her body squeezed and constricted, desperately trying to milk the cocks pleasuring her, the men were not too far behind.
“I can feel some of you boys are about ready to cum for me. Aren’t you?” Taylor asked, her desire for cum cutting through the blurry haze of her third orgasm of the night. Reluctant nods went around the room, some more reluctant than others. “Cum then. Oh fuck, I want it all. God damn. So much spunk. Give it all to ME!”
There was a delightful playfulness to her commanding tone. It triggered something in Ryuu who wrapped his hands even tighter around her, slamming into her pussy with a sudden, frantic, hectic fury that only imminent orgasm brings. His eye contact was intense, and Taylor stared back equally as intense, her lip curled in a snarl as she pushed Marcos away. Ryuu’s only tell was a jitter that jolted like electricity through him and second later, Taylor felt her cunt flooded with piping hot seed. Dumping an impossible amount of cum into her, her vaginal walls squeezed out every ounce jizz from his balls by the time he finished. A look of serenity upon his usually unreadable features, he pulled out. In an instant, his spot was filled by George who thrusted with an unbridled ferocity even as Ryuu’s semen trickled down her stretched and swollen taint. Hurriedly jerking off Marcos, Kamau was like a steel rod in her backside as she balanced upon it, working it like a joystick. Rising to his feet, Anders stood up tall and Taylor latched onto his dick, nosily slurping. And as she bobbed, she felt him noticeably stiffen inside her mouth.
“Dah! Dah! Dah!” He shouted before beginning to spurt.
And once he started spurting, he didn’t stop. Thick cream coated her tongue, filling her cheeks and sloshing down her gullet as she swallowed gulp after gulp of what must been a pint of spunk. Her last hearty swallow and Taylor didn’t even have time to turn as Marcos pried his cock out of her grasp, stepped up, prodding her right tit and blew all over her chest. Some shots fired wildly, landing on the sheets or who knows where, but suddenly her boobs were burning as sizzling semen struck them in one fiery volley after another. Beating out the few final drops, her jugs jiggled with each impact of his thick prick. Semen still clogging her throat, Taylor turned to see George’s face scrunched up as he launched a slew of swears that would have made a sailor blush. Pulling out, he stroked his cock and it too fired. Taylor snapped her eyes shut as the first rope struck her square in the cheek. More ropes assaulted her sweaty form, leaving streaks of white from collarbone to pussy as he gave one final savage grunt, thrusted back inside of her, leaving behind one final milky deposit.
Then there was only one left. Craning her neck around to look at him, Taylor said, “You’re turn. Cum for me.”
With all the calmness and serenity of a monk, Kamau asked in his gravelly voice, “Would that bring you pleasure Ms. Swift?”
“Yes. Yes! OH, FUCK YES!” She yelled, planting her feet back on the bed and beginning to bounce her snug asshole up and down his long black pole, all her attention now focused on him. The hot sensation of cum dripping down her body was nothing compared to the fire raging inside her once more. “EMPTY THOSE BIG BLACK BALLS IN MY ASS! CUM FOR ME!”
Without another word, she felt him swell even larger inside her butt before unleashing violent burst of jism. Heat streaked up her colon, so far up there, she didn’t know if it ever would come out. That was more than enough to set her off, cumming again as the walls of her rectum were painted the color of murky white baby batter. Finished, he gently lifted her off his cock, placing her to the side. Panting and heaving, she leaked from every hole she had. Flipping her sweaty hair out of her face, she looked around the men, all in various states of respite after having blown enough wads for at least double their number.
“I don’t know about you all, but I could use another drink. Could one of you be a dear and fetch us some? I would, but I can’t feel my legs. Whiskey for me. Please and thank you.”
Anders volunteered taking requests and marching out of the room, dick flopping every which way. He returned shortly and handed the glass of amber colored liquid to Taylor, who knocked hers back in a single go. The fiery spirit swirled with the remnants of cum and she smacked her lips appreciatively.
“Ahhhh. Delicious. Ok. Whose ready for another round?” All the cocks began to stiffen at her words. “And boys. This time, I want you to go ahead and really use me.”
***
Taylor was balls deep in the middle of a man sandwich, not an inch of space between her, Anders and Kamau. The Scandinavian drilling her ass, the African even deeper in her pussy. Held aloft, they bounced her back and forth, up and down and every which way upon their rock-hard cocks. Each repeated innards-twisting dual dick impaling was accompanied by a throaty grunt from Taylor. Face flushed, sweat drenching her body, makeup long since ruined, she bore all the obvious signs of a rough hard fucking. And for the last hour or so, that’s exactly what had been happening. Passed from one guy to the next, twisted and bent in more positions then she could count, the men were finally ready to unveil the big finale. As Taylor was DP’d into the next decade, the other three stood around waiting their turn, watching with stiff knobs. The light and dark pair dropped her down once more upon their tremendous wangs and she orgasmed again, shuddering and trembling before going limp.
“Alright mates. Our turn.” George sounded as her limbs twitched back to functioning.
Depositing the glistening, panting blonde mess onto on the bed, her legs hung off the edge, the tips of her toes lightly brushing the floor as George sidled up behind her. With one hand, he snatched up a handful of the tangled golden mane and yanked. Gripping his cock, he thrusted hard, plugging up her gaping asshole. The sudden, rough anal intrusion made Taylor gasp, eliciting a swear from her. But her open mouth wasn’t left unoccupied for long. Marcos squatted in front of her, dick wobbling before him. Pulling back on her hair even further, Taylor’s mouth was open like a fish as Marcos fit his cock right in there. As her lips closed around the fat dick, the red smeared off ages ago, he began thrusting. Hard.
*GAWK*GLUG*GLUG*GAWK*GAWK*GAWK*
The squelch of her hot tight throat resonated even louder than the meaty clap of flesh-on-flesh from behind her as she was ferociously spit-roasted. On either side, Ryuu and Anders knelt pulling at her arms and placing her hands firmly on their cocks. Wedged between the side of the bed and George’s jackhammering pelvis, her torso was only suspended by the hairs on her head and her own toned core. Tears filled her eyes as it felt like a bratwurst was trying to slide wholly down her esophagus. The waterworks cut through the already copious amount of black mascara staining her pale cheeks. Blinking through them, she couldn’t even make out which men were on her left and right. Nevertheless, she jerked off both dicks like her life depended on it.
“Yea, you love this fucking cock? Don’t cha ya, love? Feels so bloody good?” George sneered through gritted teeth. “Reaming your tight little arse so fucking hard!” He waited for a response. “Answer me Taylor! Huh?” He gave a particularly hard tug on her head.
“MMMHHMMMMHHMMM!!!” The muffled affirmation sounded as she tried to nod.
“That’s what I like to hear.” He said, and then raised his hand high.
Bringing it down with a sharp slap, he spanked the ass he was so ruthlessly fucking. His open palm left a pink mark on the delectable mass of peached-shaped goodness. He followed it with another, and another until her tushy was burning red. Wrenching his fleshpipe from her throat, Marcos fisted it and Taylor sucked down great gulps of air. Huge ropes of slimy spit decorated her chin, clinging to her lips. Wielding his cock like a club, he banged it against her lips and tongue before beating each of her cheeks like a drum. Spittle flew everywhere, if possible, making her face even more of a mess than it already was. A cock slipped out of her left hand and suddenly her blurry vision was filled with two cocks as Ryuu knelt beside Marcos. A heavy slap and her outstretched left hand was quickly filled with a big black dick. Like two heat-seeking missiles, the pricks pointed at her slack-jawed mouth propelled towards their target. It was a two for one special as Taylor found herself choking down not one, but two huge throbbing pricks before she could even blink.
With his incredible length, Ryuu was poking her tonsils, and with his incredible girth, Marcos had her lips damn near tearing to accommodate both veiny slabs. It was sloppy. Sloppier than ever before. Saliva flowed freely down her chin as the cocks pushed and jockeyed for position. Cheeks were prodded and her tongue licked down shaft only to go back up the other one.
“Why don’t we see how much she can really handle fellas?” George called from behind her, a delightedly wicked edge to his voice.
Taylor felt her body lifted upwards, and suddenly she could breathe freely again as Marcos withdrew from her mouth and got underneath her, his cock leaving a slimy trail from her neck to groin as he settled into place, filled her pussy and aggressively thumbed her clit. Her airway reprieve wasn’t long as Ryuu and Anders crossed their flesh swords, pressing the head of each cock into each cheek, making them bulge. Losing the feeling of cock in her hand and thinking she was couldn’t possibly be more filled than she was right now, she suddenly sensed the large presence of Kamau behind her. George hopped up onto the bed, settling into in a deep squat as he angled downwards, still hammering away in her ass. Then she felt it. Another dick prodding her stretched taint. Head firmly locked in place, she could not turn to see. The unbelievably large member slid first towards to her stuffed pussy, then it paused. Instead it moved upwards towards her already very much occupied rear. George leaned forward to hiss in her ear, finally letting go of the grip on her hair.
“Let’s see ya take two dicks up that pretty arse of yours, love.”
“MMHMM-HMMMM!!!” Wasn’t like she could say much else.
Kamau proceeded slowly but surely, the black python pressing against Taylor’s anus. Worming his way in there, it was resistant at first. Very resistant. But before long it was stretching to accommodate it. Taylor’s eyes bulged like a cartoon character and she spat both cocks out of her mouth, a tidal wave of spit accompanying them.
She let loose an insane shriek of pleasure, hurried followed by, “HOLY FUCKING SHIT!”
“Whose gonna get the double arse fucking of a lifetime?” George whispered into her ear.
“ME! ME! ME! ME-HE-HHHEEEEEE!!!”
The words turned to primal, guttural screaming as Kamau continued, his face a mask of tranquility. In between shouting, she sucked down air, her anus stretched further than it ever had been before. It was a good thing her hands weren’t wrapped around any cocks because they were white-knuckling the bedsheets as Kamau slowly came to rest, 11/12th’s of him crammed into her anus. A momentary reprieve to let her adjust, then in unison all three men began to thrust. Such crowded quarters meant they couldn’t use their full range of motion, but it didn’t matter because even the slightest millimeter of movement was pure fiery pleasure for Taylor. She took a brief second to clench her jaw before her head was pulled back up and the two slimy cocks were pushed back inside. Held aloft and in place, five sets of hands gripping her, Taylor did not (and could not) even move as the five impossibly hard cocks found a home in one of her three holes.
Time was irrelevant. Thought impossible. There was only the feeling of intense and indescribable satisfaction blasting through every last nerve in her body. Climaxes came in waves. Together or separate, she couldn’t tell. Deluges of girlcum erupted from her pink ladylips. The cocks in her butt rubbed together, each penetration seemingly reigniting her orgasms, aided by the one in her pussy and the two more in her mouth. At some point, she came so hard that her butthole squeezed like a vice and popped Kamau right out of her. Collapsing forward, she was little more than a sweat-drenched heaving mess, unable to string two words together.
The fucking didn’t end just because the triple penetration did. Hardness filled her holes. Dicks slapped her cheeks. Balls bounced off her chin. Hands smacked her ass or pinched her nipples. Each and every act ferocious and frantic. The type of pounding that only a heightened state of mind-bending crazed lust brings. There wasn’t one second where her body wasn’t taking the full, hard brunt of their combined efforts. And it was proving effective. Orgasm came to her again and again. Big ones. Small ones. Squirting ones. Blackout ones. Screaming ones. Grunting ones. Ragdoll ones.
At some point, the men began to show signs of slowing down, all one them building towards their own earth-shattering explosive orgasms. Feeling herself deposited onto the floor, sharp words cut through the haze. Words that made her perk up and pay attention.
“There ya go. Down on your knees love. We’re gonna spunk all over that pretty face of yours.” George spat harshly.
Five hard throbbing cocks surrounded her, their owners wielding them like clubs, beating them against her head, cheeks and face. Reaching out through the onslaught of blows, her hands flew to vacate shafts, mouth opening to accept a third. Two more sets of hands jerked off right in front of her face as they got one final slap in. Hands wormed their way through her sweat-soaked blonde locks, making her gag on the stiff dick fucking her face.
*GLUG*GLUG*GAWK*GAWK*GLUG*
Those delicious, throaty squelches were back and louder than ever as Taylor had her face fucked, the grip growing tight on her head only to feel it loosened and have the cock dislodged from her mouth. The spit-soaked cockhead smacked her face, sending its spittle flying. It thumped against her lips before another strong set of hands grabbed her head and guided her open mouth to another dick. Jamming it down her bulging throat, making her heave, she felt the crown press against her tonsils and heavy balls slapped her chin as the face-fucking resumed.
Her grip on one of the cocks loosened and her hand fell down between her legs. Trembling fingers teased her swollen, sore, but still pulsing clit in small concentric circles. She was still hot down there as one set of big saggy nuts clapped into her neck only to be replaced by another. One cock after another was gobbled down. Looming high above her, the men grunted and groaned.
How many times her mouth was passed from one groin to another, she was unsure, but it was promptly interrupted when fingers tugged on the back of her head. An enormous cock came into focus, her eyes taking a moment to adjust. Big and hard in front of her, it looked positively ready to burst. Attached to it, Anders stood stroking, his foreskin far retracted, the red head quivering angrily, about to blow.
“Dah! Get ready for it Ms. Taylor.” He said through his thick accent.
Taylor blinked, trying to focus on the cock. A moment later it exploded all over her face. Her eyes closed as hot jism splattered across her features, drenching her in a messy diagonal arc from chin to hairline. Stroking, more globs rained down upon her cheeks, until she grabbed hold, placed her lips to the tip and slurped down any dregs of semen still clinging to his urethra. Seeing a cum covered Taylor Swift, battling those big blue eyes proved too much for the collective group. The sticky white cum clinging to her features was something each man was eager to add too. Stepping up, Marcos smacked his cock against her sticky forehead, jerking himself off wildly while she greedily slurped at his nuts.
“Sí! Chupa esas huevoes! Sí! Sí! Sí!” Marcos grunted out.
His voice lowered, whispering out more incomprehensible rapid phrases of Spanish. Then she felt him twitch upon her forehead and his balls jumped as great sticky spurts landed on top of her head. Taking hold of himself, he left long white streaks across her forehead, the sweat-soaked strands of blonde hair now glued together, cum slowly trickling downwards. On her left side, Ryuu silently prodded her cheek with his cock before firing across it, a colossal wave of jizz covering from one cheek to the other, leaving a huge icicle of cum to hang off her cute button nose. Tugging hard on her head as he violently wrenched it back, George stroked his cock like a fiend.
“You want this fucking spunk? Don’t ya love?”
“Mhm yea babydoll. Gimme that load. Empty those balls for me. All over my fucking face!” Taylor sputtered, only able to see through one eye.
“Then take it! Take it! Take all this fucking SPUNK!” He yelled and erupted like a volcano.
Her other eye was blasted as jet after jet of gluey spunk coated her facial features. He jammed his cock inside her open mouth and gave a few last humps, thoroughly and utterly draining his testicles in-between her lips. Taylor squealed with delight at the sensation. So much cum was covering her, the virile potent seed of man. It made her so hot. God, she was on fire. Again. Three of her fingers were plunging knuckle deep in her snatch, and she was perched on the edge of one final orgasm, cum raining down from all around. Kamau stepped up, one hand resting on his massive cock.
“You are about to cum too, no?” He asked, as calm as ever.
“Mhmmm…yes!” Taylor cried breathlessly.
He pressed the head of his cock to her jizz-soaked lips and in a very commanding tone, said, “Then cum. Go ahead Taylor. Cum for me.”
The spasm-inducing orgasm detonated just as Kamau began cumming. Her mouth, open in a silent scream, was suddenly awash with baby batter as her tonsils were assaulted with the salty sting of his jism.
“Do not swallow Taylor.” He said in that same commanding tone, one eruption after another.
Mouth held open, he came and came and came until she could have drowned in it. But, she didn’t let an ounce of that sweet creamy nut slide down her throat. Held in her cheeks, her tongue frolicked around in the thick, soupy jizz cocktail until he was finished.
“Show me.” She opened her mouth wider, filled to the brim with swirling cum. “Spit.”
Eyes still glued shut, she expelled the ejaculate from her mouth, but not before gargling it, bubbles frothing the murky white mixture. It spilled over her chin, washing down her neck and upon her heaving breasts, trickling down her collarbone towards her toned tummy.
“Good. Very good Taylor.”
There was heavy breathing from all the parties involved. Taylor just sat there for a moment, shivering from head to toe. There wasn’t a single part of her body that hadn’t been pleasured in some way or another. Wiping her jizz-laden eyelids, she squinted at the surrounding men, feeling like she’d had the workout of a lifetime.
“So boys, pretty awesome, huh? You think you’ll ever find another like me?”
There was an accompanying groan of satisfaction from all of them. Smiling, she started licking the cum from her lips.
***
Sitting alone at her piano, the merest traces of daylight peaked over the horizon. Wet, clean hair hung in ropes around her face, cold against her skin in the twilight of dawn. Fingering the keys wordless, Taylor was trying to resolve a melody that had come to her in the clarity of post-coitus. Beneath her sore buttocks, the cushion shifted as she sighed, relinquishing her grasp of the ebony and ivory keys. Tonight, had been amazing. Incredible. She had lost count of just how many times she’d climaxed. Still… despite all that intense pleasure, something had been missing. Well, someone.
Her roaring 20’s had been filled with nights like this. Wet and wild adventures. Broadening her sexual horizons. Trying new and exciting things. She could not have asked for a more authentic night to cap off the last decade. Now her 30’s lay stretched out before her, and she couldn’t help but wonder what the next decade held. And as she pondered, her fingers found the keys to the piano again, almost of their own volition. She wasn’t ready to stop having adventures, both inside the bedroom and out of it. They didn’t call it your dirty 30’s for nothing after all. But none of those experiences seemed as titillating without Cole there, standing by her side. Or, even better, inside of her. The notes began to knit together as she pictured his handsome face. Imagined his warm strong embrace. Smelled his cologne. Felt his lips upon hers. Tasted him. Her fingers tickled the keys and the melody unfurled before her. Smiling, she played it again. And again. And again.
***
“Mr. Stephens. Thank you for coming, despite the weather.”
“Thank you for not canceling.”
“Of course, sir. Your business is of the upmost importance to us. I know you are a busy man, so let me get right down to it. This is what our designers have come up with based on the materials and descriptions you provided.”
The man brought up an image on the screen and handed it to Cole for examination. It was a proof of concept, nothing more, but Cole could only smile when he looked at it. It was perfect, as if the image he had in his head been transferred in front of him. This was the silver lining to this crappy weather and missing Taylor’s birthday. He’d been trying to arrange this meeting for weeks. The jeweler was already babbling away about designs, materials and sizing. Cole cut in.
“This is it. I want this. This exact ring.”
End of Chapter Twenty-Seven
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