Era Erotica Ch. 21

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

Chapter Twenty-One: Superstar

Starring Taylor Swift

Codes: Cons, MF, Maledom, Masturbation, Oral, Roleplay

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2019

Cole put down the heavy box with a thud. He looked around at the bookshelves in Taylor's study and the empty shelves she'd made for him. Tearing the tape off, he began pulling out some of his favorite books. It was official. He was moving in. To be honest, it was a long time coming. He practically lived with Taylor already. They'd taken the plunge after a long conversation where Taylor pointed out he hadn't been home in over a month. So, he sold his apartment, boxed up all his stuff and now he was here, in her study, unloading boxes.

Taylor came in behind him, carrying another heavy box full of books, proving her toned arms were more than just for show. She dropped it on the desk and wrapped those same arms around him, kissing his neck.

"I'm glad you're here." She said.

"I'm always here." He responded playfully.

"You know what I mean."

He grinned and dropped the books on the desk, turning around to kiss her. Lips pressed together, tongues squirmed and wrestled as both pairs of hands felt up the other's body. Taylor fell backwards on top of the desk and Cole quickly scrambled onto top of her, in his haste knocking the large stack of books to the ground. They hit the ground with numerous thumps and thuds. Both looked up at the noise and laughed. Cole climbed off her and bent down to pick them up.

"You know...all these books. This room. This desk. It reminds me of the first time you ever bent me over one." Taylor said slyly, running a hand along the smooth dark wood.

Cole stood up, armful of books, thinking back on what she had said. "Mhmmm, you made a very hot co-ed. My sexy student."

Taylor moved forward, pressing herself against him and whispered, "Made? Past tense? Are you sure there isn't anything I can do for you right now, professor?"

2010

I knocked on the door hoping this was the correct address. I was in the outskirts of Nashville at what looked to be a grandiose apartment building, a relic of a bygone age. It had that old feel, like Civil War Era old, but there were signs of modern fixings. I pulled by jacket tighter around me. Even in Nashville, the January air had a chill to it. After a minute of standing at the door, a familiar head of blonde curls opened the door and threw her arms around me.

"COLE!!" She yelled, squeezing me tight.

Letting go, she grabbed my hand and led me inside. It was every bit as grand as I'd imagined. Beautiful moldings, faded paint on the walls, and old timey light fixtures. There was a large staircase with illustrious wooden bannister leading upstairs. Taylor hurried up the steps and I followed, unable to stop myself from checking out her butt as she went. Stopping in front of a big oaken door at the top of the stairs, she opened it with a brass key. Inside the apartment matched the aesthetic of the rest of the building. I looked around at the hardwood floors, antique furnishings and oil paintings on the walls.

"What are we doing here Swift? I came all the way from campus for this old place?"

Taylor smiled, "Oh come on. Isn't it great? Can't you just feel the history here? People's lives. Their stories. Breath it all in."

I did have to admit there was something charming about the place. "But why am I here?" I asked, throwing my bag down and sitting on one of the couches. It felt a bit lumpy.

Taylor sat down next to me, looking a bit nervous and fiddling with the hem of her blouse. "I rent this place on occasion. For the weekend, week or even month at a time. I come here to write a lot. The new album is coming out this year and I find myself with a bit of writer's block"

"How can I help?" I asked, utterly sincere in my offering.

It did not go unnoticed by Taylor who bit her lower lip, staring demurely at me. "I need to get in a totally different mindset. After the success of Fearless, I don't want become some superstar. That's not relatable. It's not what people want to hear. I was hoping you could help me feel more like a college girl. You know, a co-ed."

"You wanna blow off studying for an exam by drinking an entire plastic bottle of cheap vodka, puking in the bushes outside of your dorm and passing out on the stairs, only to have your friends drag you back to your room? And then having those same friends tell you about the next day because you don't remember it?"

"That sounds awfully specific." She grinned, the smile lighting up her beautiful face.

I shrugged noncommittally. Moving closer to me, she put her hand on mine.

"You're not seeing anyone right now, are you?"

It clicked. I knew what she wanted. "Not at the moment."

***

I shifted uncomfortably in my tweed blazer. It was a little tight in the shoulders. I'd been hitting the gym pretty hard in the last couple of months, so I couldn't blame Taylor for not knowing my exact size. I adjusted my sweater vest and shifted the papers on my desk, excitement bubbling over. I was in the study of this apartment. It was a large room, bookshelves occupying the walls on all sides. Old books, new books, books in foreign languages. In the center of the room sat an ancient, ornate mahogany desk. The old wood still shone brightly, treated and lacquered with a care that only an expert craftsman of a bygone era could provide. Atop it were various props, papers, pens, folders, a book or two and a paperweight. My high back leather chair squeaked as I leaned back, interlacing my fingers. Across the desk were two smaller leather chairs, facing me. They were shiny and worn from use. Beneath my feet was a plush maroon rug. The musty smell of books and old paper filled my nostrils. It quite pleasant. There was a knock at the door.

"Come in." I called out, my voice deep and booming.

Taylor Swift entered the study. Well, a version of her. She had on a white collared shirt, buttoned up and complete with a tie. Her plaid skirt was short. Ludicrously short, like never pass any sort of dress code short. She had on sneakers and knee-high white socks. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, a few loose strands curling on her forehead. She pushed her large, black-framed glasses up the bridge of her cute button nose and readjusted the grip on her armful of books. I didn't have the heart (or the desire) to tell her that co-eds didn't actually dress like that. But I think she probably already knew that.

"Professor Stephens?"

"Ah, Taylor. Lovely. Come have a seat."

She closed the door shut behind her and sat in one of the chairs across from me. She dropped her bag and placed the books on the rug. I fixed her with a stare, doing my best impression of a wizened academic.

"What can I do for you today, Taylor? It can't be about the exam. You did remarkably well."

"Actually sir, it is. I was wondering if there was anything I could do to improve my grade." She said, blinking eyelashes heavy with mascara and blushing profusely as she licked her full pink lips.

"You already have an A- in my class. That's quite an achievement and more than most of your classmates can say."

"I know, but I want to be the best. Top of the class. Isn't there anything I could do to boost that up to an A?"

"I really don't think so Taylor. You should be pleased with your work."

"Please, professor. I'm willing to do anything."

I paused at the tone in her voice, really looking at her. She stared back with big blue eyes, perfectly framed by her thick frames of her glasses.

"Anything?" I asked, my heart suddenly beating much faster.

"Anything." She replied.

I stood up slowly, the chair rolling away. I walked passed her to the study door. I locked it with a loud *CLICK*. Then I returned to sit down on the front of my desk, fixing her with an intense gaze. My leg was inches away from her own.

"I suppose... that an impressive oral presentation might change my mind."

The moment lingered in the air as the implications of my words washed over Taylor. Then a wide grin split her face.

"Luckily, I'm very good at those."

Taylor stretched out her hand cautiously. Her delicate fingers grazing my thigh as they slowly slid towards my crotch. Even that simple touch sent blood rushing to my groin as my pants tightened immediately. I stood up as Taylor slithered out of her chair and down onto the rug, her bare knees scraping against the itchy fibers. Dexterously, she undid my belt, button and zipper. Tugging my pants downwards, she pulled my cock out, gazing at it in awe. Her mouth was a perfect pink circle of surprise as she squeezed it, stroking slowly and staring at it like it was the most remarkable thing in the world.

"P-p-professor!" She stammered, finally managing to find her voice. "It's so big! Bigger than I ever imagined."

"Did you imagine it a lot?" I groaned as her fingers tightened around the shaft.

"Yes. Every day after class. I'd go back to my dorm room and masturbate to the thought of this big cock and what you'd do to me with it."

As her words worked their way through my brain, Taylor opened her shiny pink lips wide and placed the head between them. Her lips closed tight around the shaft and slid about halfway down my length, sucking hard. Her blue eyes never left my face, blinking innocently behind her black rimmed glasses. My fingers scrabbled over the hard wood of the desk as she sucked harder. With a *POP* she released me. Already light-headed I watched as she grabbed the base of my cock and gave it a shake. Holding it firmly, she rubbed the cockhead across her lips, smearing precum as she went. Her tongue darted out, tickling the veiny underbelly before lapping at the winking piss slit, scooping the oozing precum gathered there and swallowing it down. She smacked her lips together appreciatively. Sliding back down the length, she took inch after inch, gagging just shy of the base. She released me and gave a cough, clearing her throat.

"Tsk-tsk." I said. "You'll need to do a little better than that Taylor."

"Sorry Professor."

"Here, something like this." I placed both hands on her head, holding her in place. Firm, but gentle.

I pressed my member, still shiny with spit, against her lips. They parted as I pushed inside. I went slow, watching each inch disappear. Taylor's eyes grew wider and wider, until they were bulging. She gagged again, spluttering and sending spit flying as she sought to accommodate the stiff length of manmeat in her oral cavity. Still I held her firmly in place.

"Come on now Taylor. Do you want that extra credit or not?"

"Mmmhhhhmmmmpppp!!" Was the only sound she could make.

I took that as an affirmation. I pushed the final two inches down her throat. She held it there, fighting to gain control over her gag reflex. And as her coughs subsided, she worked her tongue and lips around my shaft. Still I kept a firm hold on her head. Her face began to redden. Cheeks growing flush and tears beading in the corners of her eyes. Her tongue curled and uncurled around my shaft as I savored the feeling of her hot, wet, throat enveloping my cock. Drool began to flow from the corners of her mouth, slopping down her chin. And still I held her there. Her face was bright red now, mascara smudging from the tears. She started choking, struggling for air. I released her, taking my hands from her head and pulling out. Coughing, she took in several gulps of air. Several long sticky strings of saliva still connected us.

I gave her a few moments to recover before I said, "Open up."

She did so eagerly and I jabbed my cock back in, holding her in place again. We repeated this process several times, each time feeling like I got just a little further down her squelching throat. Black tears streaked down her red cheeks when I released her for the final time.

"Hmmm, Taylor, I don't know. So far, your oral presentation isn't impressing me."

"Oh no, please Professor! You have to give me a chance to finish! Sit down in your chair and let me show you!" I raised my eyebrows at her giving me instructions. "Please, sir?"

"Very well." I said, retreating back behind my desk and settling down into the high-backed chair.

Taylor crawled on her hands and knees around the desk, peeking out around the corner as I swiveled my chair to face her, kicking off my shoes in the process. Excitedly scurrying forward, she took my cock back between her lips and sucked it down. Tucking a few stray blonde hairs behind her ears, I reached a hand to grab her ponytail and hold it as her head bobbed up and down my shaft. Sitting back and relaxing, I let her do all the work, and damn if it didn't feel incredible. A vacuum seal formed with her lips, she slid along the entire length, tongue cushioning the underside of my shaft. Her fingers tickled my balls, squeezing, fondling and teasing. Her blue eyes stared up at me, even as she had to continually readjusted her glasses. For several minutes, the only sounds in the study were my groans of satisfaction, her moans of appreciation and the slurping of her mouth around my hard cock. Eventually, I had to tell her to stop, fearful I would lose my load if she continued any longer.

"Good job Taylor. A very impressive oral presentation." I said, her hand still stroking the shaft slowly. "But, I'm going to need more if you want that extra credit. Take off your shirt. I what you've got under there."

An exaggerated shocked expression came over her face. Still kneeling before me, she began to undo her top, one button at a time. When she reached the top button, she moved to loosen the tie. I quickly stopped her.

"Leave the tie on." She nodded and with a shrug of her shoulders let the shirt fall to the ground. She had no bra underneath.

Quickly, almost as if she was embarrassed, she reached up to cover both perky tits with her arms, crossing them across her torso, pressing them tight against her thin form.

"Come on. Let's see 'em." I said, suddenly finding my own hand wrapped around my prick, rubbing slowly.

Tentatively, she dropped her arms revealing her pink nipples to the open air. Both were hard, the tender nubs stiffer than the prick in my hand. The tie fell down perfectly between them.

"You wearing any panties?" I asked. She nodded. "Lose those too, but leave the skirt and then get on my desk and spread those legs for me."

She nodded, standing up and sliding her hands beneath her plaid skirt. A quick wiggle of her hips to and a bright white cotton pair wet with arousal fell to the ground. She reached down to pull them off around her sneakers and moved to throw them away, but I held out a hand. Giving them to me, I brought them up to my face, never breaking eye contact with her. Inhaling deeply, I breathed in her scent. Instantly identifiable. It made me throb like nothing else. Taylor climbed up on the old mahogany desk, faced me and spread her legs wide. She flipped her plaid skirt up, revealing her utterly delectable smooth snatch, every bit as pink as her nipples.

"Now. Play with yourself. For me."

Taylor's fingers immediately found those wet, glistening lips. She was just as horny as I was. Lightly brushing her outer labia, she split her lips apart, showing me just how wet she truly was. Her legs hung limply off the desk as her fingers slipped inside and her face twisted.

"Does that feel nice Taylor? Put on a good show for me." I growled.

"Mhmmm, yes." She purred back. "Oh god professor, I've wanted you since the very first day of class."

Wrapping her damp panties around my own, hard wet shaft, I continued stroking, watching her intensely.

"Fuck yes Taylor."

"Do you like that Professor?" She asked, in her sweetest of tones.

"Yea, keep going."

As her fingers worked faster and faster, I stroked harder, unable to stop myself. Her thumb swiped back and forth across her throbbing, swollen clit as her other hand pinched a nipple between forefinger and thumb, rolling the hard nub before switching to the other. Both our breathing became labored and short, getting off on each other getting off. I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled my hand away from my cock, primal hunger etched into every feature on my face.

"It seems you like it so far Professor." She said breathlessly.

In response, I dropped to the ground and buried my face between her long legs, ravenous to get a taste of her twat. Taylor gasped as she felt my tongue pierce her dripping folds, embedding itself deep in her hot cunt.

"OH PROFESSOR STEPHENS!!" She cried as I munched on her sopping snatch.

"It's like a waterfall down here. Are you getting off on being my slutty co-ed?" I asked teasingly.

Taylor shivered and whispered, "Yes." Then louder. "Please lick this slut's pussy."

I grinned and dove back in, licking, slurping and lapping at every wet, smooth surface I could. Taylor shook and trembled, ready to explode at any moment. I moved my tongue up to press on her clit, the rest of my mouth still working the rest of her pussy. Pressing hard against her pleasure button did the trick. The orgasm hit her quick, making her tremble and cry out.

I leaned back and waited for her body to stop shaking and eyes to open. Standing up, I pulled my tweed jacket off, quickly followed by my sweater vest and shirt. Naked, I stepped forward, cock erect and waiting. Taylor blinked blearily at me as I spun her over onto her stomach. She gave a squeak as she felt my strong hands on her and adjusted her stance so the tips of her sneakers brushed the carpet. Presented before me was her tight little ass. I hiked up her plaid skirt, admiring the subtle pale curve of her backside. I gave it a squeeze before lining my cock up with her pussy. Sliding inside easily, I filled her with every inch I had to give. She moaned loudly, gripping the far edge of the desk with both hands to steady herself. I grabbed the back of her neck and pushed down. Pressed flat across the desk, she looked back me, glasses sitting crooked on her pretty, black tear-stained face and giggled. I started thrusting. Her tight, hot snatch enveloped my cock with every powerful drive. It felt so good to be inside of her again.

Grunting between thrusts, I said, "Yes. Fuck! You're such a hot piece of ass."

She responded just as enthusiastically, screaming as I railed her over the desk. "Professor Stephens! Fuck me! Use this co-ed's slutty cunt! YEA! YEA! YEA!"

The desk shook, rattling drawers as I fully gave into the lust, pounding away with a fervor that I'd never felt comfortable enough to do with any other woman. And Taylor loved every rock hard second of it, shrieking with glee at each repeated penetration. She lifted one leg onto the desk, knocking a stack of books off as she extended her flawless limb out. Neither of us cared. Her pussy now spread as wide as it could go to accommodate my hammering prick, I only went harder. With one hand still firmly on her neck, I grabbed her leg with the other and slammed into her. As sweat garnered on both our brows, I slowed down my thrusts, putting incredible force behind each one, savoring the feeling of being balls deep in her before pulling back and plowing in again. Each hard thrust was accompanied by a satisfactory squeak from Taylor.

She adjusted and I spotted the tie, flopped onto the desk and still around her neck. I reached forward and grabbed hold of the silky fabric. Pulling on it, Taylor felt it tighten around her neck. I pulled harder and she arched her back, coming up with the tie as I continued pulling. She put both feet back on the ground, back arching further. I began to pick up speed again as her cries of pleasure became more and more choked. I held the tie in a tight fist, fucking her with frenzied movement, her entire body shaking with each smack of my pelvis. I leaned down and whispered in her ear, still holding her upright.