Behind Taylor Swift

Three weeks after my "date" in Taylor's hotel suite, I got a call from her dad.

"Scott, this is a nice surprise; are you finally going to take some time off and let me beat you at golf?"

"I wish I could, Will, but I can't, at least for a while."

"I'm sorry to hear that. What's up?"

"Taylor would like you to join her on the tour in London for a couple of days."

Taylor and I had agreed at our departure that I was not a good fit for her and that I would just remain a good family friend.

"Why? She knows I'm not really a fan of her music."

"Basically she wants you to babysit her cat, Benjamin Button."

"Excuse me? Babysit her cat? Why can't she hire someone to do it?"

"She could, Will, but she asked for you, sort of a bodyguard so he won't be kidnapped."

"Scott, I don't even LIKE cats, and this seems too far fetched so, I'm going to say no, sorry, but no."

"She takes turns taking one of her cats and since Benjamin was in one of her videos, Will, she's afraid someone will try to kidnap him for ransom."

"Then let her assign a bodyguard to protect the cat; it's out of my element, Scott."

"Okay, I'll tell her but she's going to be disappointed."

About a half hour after we hung up, I got another call but it was Taylor.

"Daddy said you won't come to be with me. It would only be for a couple of days."

"Sorry, Taylor, I am not going to be a babysitter for your cat, or anybody else's cat."

"We'll pay for your flight and hotel and we can visit during the day before I do my set on stage."

"I really don't want your money and I appreciate the offer, but no, I really don't want to come over there."

She was quiet on the line for almost a full minute and then she blurted this:

"Dammit, Will, this isn't about my cat, it's about me!"

"What do you mean?"

"When we were together the last time, you mentioned something that I want to try and I don't have a boyfriend right now."

"And you're willing to spend the money to bring me over there just for, um, whatever it is you want to do with me?"

"Exactly. Not many men would turn me down, Will."

"Okay, okay, then I will do it; I'll come babysit your cat, but you have to promise me something."

"Sure, what is it?" she asked.

"You have to promise to NEVER write a song about me and your cat."

She laughed and said "I promise, and thank you for agreeing to come over. I promise you won't regret it. Just call Daddy for the arrangements." And then she hung up.

I called Scott and he gave me the itinerary, flying from Nashville to New York and then to London on American Airlines.

"We couldn't use Taylor's plane for you because it's here with us," he said. "I'll meet you at Heathrow and take you to the hotel."

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I was given a room in part of Taylor's suite, but it was a long journey and I was relieved that I was able to just shower and go to bed. The next morning, once I was settled in my room, I called and asked Scott about the damn cat.

"Taylor knows you don't particularly care for her music, so she thought she would visit with you during the day and someone will bring Benjamin to your room later, while Taylor is on stage."

A few minutes later, Taylor opened the door of my room, stuck her head in and smiled.

"Oh, good, you're here. Just got out of the shower; I'll be right with you."

She came into my room barefoot, wearing one of the fluffy hotel robes. She stood in front of me in my overstuffed chair, flipped open the robe with a big grin and said, "TA - DA!" She was as naked as the day she was born, but with a beautiful young girl's body.

She knelt on the chair, straddling my body and hugged me. Her hair smelled of sweet shampoo. Her breasts were warm against my shirt. She leaned back, still with that million dollar smile and clued me in.

"So, I have to go to rehearsal but first I have a couple of favors to ask."

"Ask and you shall receive; I'm here for whatever you need," I replied.

She stood up, took off the robe and tossed it aside, then she bent her knees, pushing her pelvis towards my face.

"First, I forgot what this feels like and I want it just one more time," she said. I slipped down in the chair so that my face fit right between her thighs. She smelled so good, I was glad she wanted me to eat her again. Her soft golden pubic hairs were still damp from her shower.

I reached up to hold her buttocks but she gently pushed my hands aside.

"Just give me your tongue and let me use it this time," she said softly.

Nothing gives me pleasure like a woman taking pleasure in her own way. I licked up through her hairy slit a few times until she pressed her weight against my face.

I was rewarded with the sweetness that I expected, flowing onto my eager tongue.

When I extended my tongue inside her, she took over, easing her hips slowly back and forth, using my tongue as a tiny wet penis. I was wishing it could have been harder and longer for her pleasure, but she seemed very content.

Her hands drifted to my head and her long graceful fingers slid through my hair, teasing my scalp as she gently bumped back and forth against my mouth. Either I was drooling or she was really flowing her juices because it ran out of the corners of my mouth and down my chin. My cock was pounding against the insides of my pants.

This seemed to please her for an unusually long time, but she finally just asked, "Will you lick it for me, like last time?"

She pressed her mound against my face. She put her hands on the wall behind the chair for support and I worked on her clitoris. I lightly licked it, flicked my tongue across it and sucked on it, which drew heavy moans from her.

I looked up and watched her close her eyes and clench her teeth. I teased her clit over and over, sucking a little longer each time my lips closed over it. I could feel her thighs shaking and she pressed against me, pushing my head deep into the cushioned back of the chair. I thought my cock would explode in my pants.

When she came, she moaned, "Oh, yes...oh yes...there it is...don't stop....! Her legs shuddered for what seemed like several minutes. She dropped to her knees, still straddling me, and put her arms around my neck, cuddling her face into my neck. She was breathing heavily, and I let her sit there to rest, knowing she could surely feel my throbbing cock under her.

Ordinarily a woman who had just received such attention from me would kiss me passionately, expose my cock and ride me to orgasm. But this was Taylor Swift and we were not lovers.

She stood up and turned around, straddling me and then looked over her shoulder at me, with the sweetest smile on her face.

"The second thing is what you mentioned when you said I had a cute butt. Something about kissing it?"

I sat straight up as she bent over, offering me her cute young ass. I pressed my face in between her buttocks and kissed her little rosebud. She almost giggled.

"It doesn't quite tickle, but it makes my body tingle all over," she said.

I spread her cheeks with my hands and began licking up and down her anal crevice. I saw her hand slip down and her fingers rubbing her pussy, and then she sat back onto my face and it got serious.

She could only think of me as a middle aged pervert the way I licked and sucked at her butthole, moaning and groaning into her flesh like I was starving. I could not get enough of her tight young ass. I finally grunted like an animal and pressed my tongue into her butthole.

She actually moaned like it surprised but excited her. Maybe she was rubbing one off while I ate her ass. I decided I was going to throw her down on the floor and fuck her silly. But she destroyed that idea even before I could try anything.

She suddenly pulled away from me, jumped down on the floor and grabbed her robe.

"Oh, shit! I'm going to be late for my own rehearsal; I've gotta run, Will!"

As she slipped on the robe, she noticed that I was sitting there with a wet face, a glassy look in my eyes and a hard on stretching the fabric in the crotch of my pants.

"Listen; Melanie will be bringing Benjamin in here as soon as I leave. She'll probably put him in his cage for a nap, and, um, I'm pretty sure Melanie will take care of you, Will. I'll see you tomorrow morning for breakfast." And she was gone.

I sat there trying to catch my breath and decided I needed a cold shower. I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth and undressed. I turned on the water in the shower and as I was ready to step in I heard a soft voice behind me.

"Hold the shower door for me, Will?"

Melanie must have been a stunt double for Taylor, because she looked just like her; she was tall, with long legs, real blond hair and breasts proportionate to the rest of her body. I know I looked confused, staring at her naked body.

"I know this must seem weird to you," she said.

"Hell, yeah! I'm not sure what is going on." I said, dumbfounded.

"I have several positions and responsibilities on Taylor's tour," she said, "and whenever Taylor thinks that someone deserves to fuck her, but she's not interested, she lets me fill in for her."

I held the shower door as she brushed by me entering the shower.

"So, you're..." I began to say.

"Yup; I'm your free for all fuck doll."

It was a very long and interesting afternoon. I hope someone fed the damn cat.