Era Erotica Ch. 18

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

Chapter Eighteen: A Perfectly Good Heart

Starring Taylor Swift

Codes: MF, Cons, Handjob, Oral, Roleplay

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2019

It was back to reality for Cole. It was like getting beat with a sock full of oranges. His many weeks of bliss with Taylor evaporated as he entered his place of work. People swarmed him, demanding his attention for some asinine task or another. After fighting them off, he finally made it to his own office. His desk was hidden under a mound of marketing materials for his review and approval. Sweeping some of the pages aside, he logged into his computer and checked his inbox. It fared no better. The number of emails was in the triple digits, filled with things for him to approve, complaints at his absence or useless junk mail. He let out a sigh and resigned himself to his fate. The next week was spent entirely playing catch-up. He was first in the office and last out. Every morning he found it harder and harder to get out of bed, away from the warm blonde form next to him. That was the only time he got to see her, asleep. She always passed out, waiting for him to come home and was definitely still asleep when he got up.

By next Monday, nobody hassled him on his way in, his desk was clear and there were only thirteen emails in his inbox. He was finally back on track. That was until his boss dropped the hammer on him. A brand-new pitch for an old client. They wanted some new, stunning guerilla marketing campaign to distract from some bad press. Cole didn't go home that night. Or the one after that either. His phone buzzed like an angry bee. Message after message from Taylor, each filthier than then the last, trying to tempt him home with a list of naughty things she would to do him. Sadly, he could not. He settled on a concept that Wednesday. Now to make it happen and put the presentation together. He got to go home that night, but Taylor was out of town for the next several days. By Friday, through a combination of sheer willpower and enough coffee to jumpstart an elephant, he was ready. At least, that was what he thought. About five minutes into the presentation, he knew it was a lost cause. Passive faces and bored expressions greeted his idea. Ted, his boss stood in the back, growing angrier with every passing minute. The suits left, after asking if he had anything else. He did not. Ted held him back in the conference room after and reamed him out. Screaming. Red in the face. Spit flying. The whole nine yards. Cole could feel his blood boiling as it thundered through his ears. He took it all with a stiff jaw. Everyone was silent and staring as he left the conference room. About halfway back to his office, he knew something was wrong. He could feel it coming on. A panic attack. A big one. He hadn't had one this bad in years. The room started to spin. He stumbled, swaying back and forth like he was drunk. He clutched the wall, desperately trying to remember if he had any meds nearby. He hadn't touched them in months, but he needed them now. Right now. He tried counting backwards from ten, but couldn't remember what came after nine. Spots flashed before his eyes, his heart beating like it was going to explode. He felt his fingers going numb as his abdomen seized up and suddenly he couldn't breathe. As he slid down the wall, the last thing he remembered before everything went black was someone screaming to call 911.

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Cole blinked slowly. Harsh, bright white light was burrowing its way into his retina's. He looked around, wondering where he was and how he got here. It was a hospital. He sat up just as a nurse walked past with her nose buried in a chart. Hearing him stir, she looked up.

"Oh, you're awake! Wonderful, let me grab the doctor."

Cole nodded slowly. He didn't feel all that sick, apart from a splitting headache. Although it was all a bit fuzzy how he'd gotten here, his job, the failed pitched, the public humiliation, the attack. Shakily he poured himself some water on his bedside table and wet his throat. A few more minutes past before his doctor came in, smiling warmly at him.

"Mr. Stephens. How are you feeling? Probably a little disorientated?" He nodded silently. "I'm Doctor Smith, your attending."

"So...what's wrong me doc?"

"At the moment, we don't believe anything is wrong with you. Based on your medical history, I believed you suffered from a massive panic attack brought on by anxiety, stress and a severe lack of sleep."

Cole absorbed her words, thinking it over. "I guess that sounds about right. Although, I've never had one like that before. It felt like my heart was going to explode."

"When was the last time you filled your prescription?"

"It's been months. I haven't needed them."

"Uh-huh. And why is that? Any big changes?"

"Started dating someone. She...she keeps me balanced." Suddenly, he jerked up looking around for his phone. He needed to call Taylor. "Where's my phone? I need my phone!"

"Calm down Mr. Stephens. Your emergency contact, Ms. Swift has already been notified." She paused at the name, recognition dawning behind her eyes. She handled it remarkably professionally. "Well, that is wonderful to hear, but I might talk with your personal physician about a refill, just to be on the safe side. And just to be sure, we are going to run a couple of tests and keep you overnight for observation."

Cole relaxed back in his bed. Doctor Smith continued talking about tests. After a quick call to his parents to let them know what was going on, they wheeled him off for the first test. Everything from heart rate, reflexes and neurological tests were all thrown at him. He passed them all. By the time he got back to his bed, he was tired, but his mind was racing. It was dark outside now. He would be free to go in the morning. His musings were interrupted by a flurry of activity at the door. A mess of blonde hair came charging in as Taylor ran towards him. She still managed to look flawless despite the crazed look in her eyes. Her security detail was hurrying to keep up with her.

"Cole!" She shouted, throwing her arms around him and squeezing tight.

Then as if realizing what she had done threw her arms back as if he was radioactive. "Oh god. I'm sorry. Are you ok? What happened? What did the doctor say? How long have you been here? Someone told me heart attack? I got here as fast as I could!" All of these words flew out of her mouth in one long breath.

"Swift. Swift. TAYLOR!" Cole said, raising his voice. "Relax! It's ok. I'm fine!"

He spread his arms wide, ready to accept her hug. She wrapped her arms around him tightly. He breathed her in and felt instantly calmer. Her warm form against his was like its own medicine. She kissed him on the mouth, hard. Breaking it, she looked at him with red eyes, as though she had been crying.

"Tell me what happened." She said quietly, pulling up a chair next to him.

Cole launched into the whole story. Taylor sat silently, taking it all in.

"I didn't know...about your anxiety." She said afterwards.

"It's never been a huge deal, just minor stuff mostly. I haven't touched any meds in months...not since we got together."

Tears welled in the corners of her eyes. She wiped them away and stood up determined. "I'm talking with the doctor."

She stormed out of the room. Good luck to anyone who got in her way. Within minutes Taylor had Doctor Smith in front of her, where she politely, but forcibly had her explain every aspect of Cole's treatment.

"Really Ms. Swift. I assure you. He's got a perfectly good heart." Said Doctor Smith, trying to calm the raging storm of the worry evident in her eyes. "We are keeping him overnight just as a precaution. He'll be free to go in the morning. I've prescribed him some more of his anxiety prescription, and advised to talk to his own personal physician. That should prevent another incident. I also advised him to find a less stressful job, but patients never listen to that." She paused. "If I may say...you seem very good for him. He claims to have not taken his medicine since you two got together. That is quite remarkable."

Taylor fought back the tears again and thanked the doctor for her help. She went back to Cole's bedside and settled down. It was already late and the hospital was quiet apart from the occasional nurse walking down the hall.

"What the prognosis?" Cole asked, as she took a seat next to him.

"She says you'll be alright."

"As long as I've got you." He patted her hand and smirked at the cheesy line.

Instead of her usual smile, her lip quivered. She was upset.

"Don't worry Swift. I'm fine. Clearly I just need to be on vacation with you every day of the year."

She looked around idly, her hands twisting, searching for something to do. They pulled open the cabinet next at his bed. Picking through the contents, a naughty idea began to take shape.

"You know, I'd like to try a treatment that the doctor hasn't. Something she wouldn't have thought of. Something I know always helps relieve stress."

"I'm relaxed Swift. It's anxiety. Very different than stress."

She nodded her head. She understood the difference. Further conversation was halted when she pulled out a pair of light blue latex gloves from a box in the drawer. The curtain was drawn around his bed, offering them the barest modicum of privacy.

"Rubber gloves." Taylor said suggestively as she tilted her head, blonde locks falling forward. "Don't think we've ever used these before."

Cole stared, unable to look away as she gazed unblinkingly at him. She put a glove on each hand, pulling them the latex tight with a snap. All ten fingers waggled at him. The implication sent blood rushing to his groin and within moments, his hospital gown resembled a fully pitched tent. It had been nearly two weeks since Taylor and he had been together in any kind of physical way.

"Swift, you really don't have to do anything. Just you being here is enough."

She leaned in close, giving him a nice peek at her cleavage while staring very intensely at him. Within those deep blue pools, the lust was evident, but there was something else. Concern. She was worried about him and didn't know what to do. This was the best she could come up with. And to be honest, it would feel pretty damn good right about now.

"Don't worry. Doctor Swift is going to take very good care of you."

"Doctor Swift?"

"Yes Cole. Its 2019. Women are not just nurses." She said with a smirk.

"No...that's not what I meant."

But she cut him off as her hand slipped beneath his hospital gown and gripped his rigid pillar of flesh. Whatever protest he was going to verbalize died as he felt her latex clad fingers tighten around his cock. He was surprised at just how different it felt with the rubber gloves on. She started to jerk him up and down very slowly, the only visible movement, a solid lump shifting his gown. Cole sank his head back into the pillow, a hiss of pleasure slipping from between his clenched teeth. It felt good. Really good. Thankfully they had removed his heart monitor because he could feel the muscle banging in his chest like drum. She squeezed his cockhead tight, kneading the flesh between her fingers before trailing lightly back down to the base and slowly jerking him again. She watched with delight as he squirmed.

"Huh! And look at this." Taylor said, pulling a tube of something from the drawer. "Medical grade lubrication."

She raised her eyebrows suggestively, letting go of his prick. Holding her palm flat, she unscrewed the tube and squeezed. An impossibly large amount of clear gel oozed out the nozzle onto her blue-gloved hand. Quickly darting back underneath, she grabbed onto his throbbing erection. Cole shivered at the ice-cold lubrication. Squeezing tight, it seeped between her fingers, rolling down his thick shaft inch by inch until it came to rest atop his neatly shaven balls. Slowly, methodically, she began to stroke. Up and down with a twist, massaging the mushroom head between her fingers. Lingering at the tip for a moment, she tickled the veiny underbelly before gripping tight and sliding back down to the base. Her eyes bore into him, a hungry expression dancing on her full lips. Within a few seconds, every inch of his fat cock was slick and shining. At the apex of his tented gown, a faint wet spot of precum stained the fabric, growing larger and larger with each solid stroke of her hand. Beginning to jerk faster, Cole released his pent-up breath.

SHICK*SHICK*SHICK*SHICK. The squelching of her rubber glove grew louder as she jacked him off faster and faster under his gown. The sounds filled the quiet hospital room, echoing loudly around the hard-tiled floors and bare walls. Taylor grinned wickedly and her free hand slithered along his thigh until it found his swollen testicles. She gripped his sack with gentle firmness, massaging the pooled lubrication into his wrinkled scrotum.

"How's this feel, Mr. Stephens?" She whispered in a husky voice. "Is this helping at all?"

"Mhhmmmm...yes, d-d-doctor Swift. It f-f-feels very n-n-nice. I'll be back to n-n-normal in n-n-no time." The words stammered out of him as he gripped the hard-plastic edge of his hospital bed, legs shaking.

She kept a steady, rhythmic pace. Base to tip in one fluid movement, seamlessly twisting her fist around the shaft. Over and over again she repeated the motion, gazing longingly at him. Cole could tell she wanted nothing more than to jump in the bed with him, but that would have to wait for another time.

"Oh my! It feels like we are almost done." She said, an expression of mock surprise on her face as his cock swelled in her grasp. "Just a bit more and your treatment will be over."

Stroking his pole faster, she abandoned her twisting technique for straight up jacking it. Her gripped tightened on his rod while she juggled his jewels between her fingers, each digit more dexterous and nimbler than the last. That's what all those years of playing guitar get you.

SHICK*SCHLOCK*SHILCK*SHICK*SCHLOCK. Up and down she went, beating his meat with the speed and ferocity of a horny teenager who just discovered porn on the internet for the first time. She gave no quarter as Cole's breathing became more and more labored, his entire body growing tense beneath the grip. She leaned in very close now.

Cole could feel her hot breath on his neck, her lips tickling his earlobe as she whispered, "Mr. Stephens, I want you to release whenever you are ready."

Cole's eyes fluttered, going cross-eyed as she uttered those words. His whole body was numb. All he could feel was the pair latex-clad hands wrapped around his junk, doing their best to draw the cum right out of him. He was stiffer than a board as he reached his breaking point.

"I'm there! Doctor! Fuck!" He grunted out.

"Yes! Do it! Release it!" She said breathlessly, eyes wide and face a bright pink.

A throaty grunt came from Cole as his balls swelled, semen spraying forth from his bulging prick. Solid white ropes of cum fired outwards with nowhere to go but into his taught hospital gown. The creamy jism stained the already off-white garment. But he didn't stop there as Taylor tugged even more cum out of him, spilling forth in great quantities from his piss slit. The milky white goo rolled down the sides of his quaking shaft in great sticky strings. Taylor's hand never stopped jerking as until she felt his cock relax and begin to go limp. She made sure to squeeze out any last semen in his urethra, starting at the base, squeezing tight and pulling upwards until she was at the head. Cole felt one final bead of spunk expunged before rolling down along his veiny underbelly. Removing both hands from beneath his stained and ruined hospital gown, she admired her semen drenched hands. From between those pouty lips her pink tongue emerged as she brought the glove up to her mouth. The tip of it poke into a fat glob of semen before darting back into her mouth. Her face crinkled with disgust as she tasted it.

"Ugh! All I can taste is the latex!" She frowned in disappointment. Peeling off her gloves with a snap, she tossed them away in the trash bin. "But, look at that! Don't even need to wash my hands!"

"That's great Swift." Cole said, feeling utterly relaxed despite the setting. "Is there maybe another hospital gown in that drawer, so I don't have to sit in my own cum?"

"Why, don't you like your cum? I know I do." She said with a smirk.

"I'd gladly sit here in a puddle of your cum. But mine?" He shrugged noncommittally.

She rummaged through the drawer and pulled out a fresh gown. He stood up and disrobed, Taylor eye-fucking him the entire time as he wiped off the jism from his crotch and put the fresh gown on. Settling back into bed, they passed the time just chatting. Then a nurse came and in and told her visiting hours were long over. She needed to leave. No expectations. Not even for Taylor Swift.

Before she left, she whispered in his ear, "Don't worry. Doctor Swift will be waiting at home tomorrow to make you feel all better."

She kissed him goodnight and left. He hated to see her go, but liked watching her leave. Sleep found him very quickly after that and the next morning, when the doctor came to see him, she did a quick checkup. He was officially released him with a clean bill of health and a prescribed couple more days off of work. A black town car was waiting for him as he walked out of the hospital. He was disappointed when Taylor wasn't inside waiting for him, but the driver assured him that Ms. Swift was at their apartment preparing for his arrival. They drove through the crowded streets of New York. Cole sat in silence, reflecting on his life and the choices that had led him here. A health scare tended to do that. His musings were interrupted when they arrived. Taylor was up there waiting for him. A smile spread across him face. He quickly hurried upstairs.

"Swift?" He called out, opening the front door as her cats scampered up to greet him. He scratched both of them behind the ears before venturing further inside. "Swift? You here?"

"I'm in here!" Her voice was coming from the bedroom. He walked down the hall into their bedroom. "Lie down on the bed!"

Her voice was coming from the closet. Cole kicked off his shoes and laid down on their bed.

"Ready for it?" She asked, still from within the closet.

"Yep. Whatever it is." Cole said, snuggling down into the comfortable familiar setting.

The click of high heels on the hardwood floor greeted him as she stepped out of the closet into full view. What he saw made his jaw drop and his cock rise. Taylor was squeezed into the skimpiest, sexiest nurse uniform you've ever seen. Tall, spiked, bright red heels matched sheer red stockings running up along her mile-long legs. That gaudy shade of red was also plastered over her lips, fingernails and toes. Her makeup was heavily applied, dark, smoky eyeshadow spreading out across her lids accompanied by full, thick eyelashes, heavily laden with mascara. The front of the uniform was unzipped about halfway down. An equally bright red lace push-up bra put both perky globes on full display. Perched on top of her head was a tiny white hat with a miniscule red cross on it. Shiny hair-sprayed blonde locks flowed down around her beautifully made up face. Straddling the doorway, she stretched one long along the wall as his eyes swept back and forth across her figure.

"I just finished reading your chart, Mr. Stephens." She said in a husky, breathy tone. "I have the perfect treatment in mind for you."

Cole gulped audibly. She strutted towards him, each slow step met with the sharp click of her heels. Her hips rocked side to side. Coming to rest at his bedside, she bent over him at a perfect 90-degree angle. Cole was treated up a nice up-close view of her breasts, which were threatening to burst forth from their restrictive prison. She laid one hand across his forehead. He shivered at her gentle caress.