It was a pretty typical first-contact call.
"Hello. Uh ... Is this Milene?"
"Yes, this is Milene. How may I help you?"
"Well, I'm interested in making use of your... services. Your ... uh ... 'personal' services. Oh, and Jessica Simpson gave me your number. She said to say 'Hi'"
Ah, yes, Jessica. My first "client". She
loves
what I do for her and isn't shy about discussing it. I'd received several referrals from her, so there was no mistaking the intent of this call. "That sounds good," I said. "What did you have in mind? What did Jessica tell you about me?"
"All Jess said was that you're really, really good, and that you'd be happy to provide any 'special service' that I want. That got my attention." She laughed at that last comment, a bit nervously, I thought. "I do want something 'special'."
The caller still hadn't identified herself. The voice was really, really familiar, but I just couldn't place it. "May I ask who I'm speaking to?"
There was a short pause, and then, "Oh ... of course. ...This is ... Taylor Swift."
Oh my god! Yes! No wonder the voice sounded familiar. Probably the most famous person on the planet. And she was calling me, apparently for sex. Apparently. But what in particular? "Special service" could cover a wide range of activity. Was Taylor kinky??? Did she want me to dominate her? Spank her? Or did she want to do those things to me? My mind was racing, but I decided to take the direct approach. "Okay," I said, "can you give me an idea of what kind of special service you're looking for?"
Taylor gave a little giggle before she answered. "Well... uh... Oh hell, I can sum that up in one word." There was a brief pause, I assume for dramatic effect, before she said, "Rimjob!"
I detected another short giggle after Taylor spoke that word. On my end, I was taken aback by her bluntness and by the shock of hearing Taylor's sweet, little-girl voice requesting such a naughty act. But I also felt a huge rush of excitement. I had been admiring Taylor's ass from afar for some time, especially during her Eras tour. I had casually "liked" several pictures of her on Instagram, which resulted in a steady stream of pictures and videos of Taylor in those sparkling, tight bodysuits she wears on stage. In many of them, she is plopped down on a chair with her legs spread wide open, seemingly (in my mind, at least) inviting the audience to eat her sweet pussy. And in others, she is thrusting out her darling derrière. Being a butt-lover, those invariably had me imagining myself on my knees behind her, my face buried between her lush cheeks, giving her the rimjob of her life. And now, it seemed, that scene could be more than just a fantasy.
"Uh... Hello? You there?" I guess I went blank for a second too long. Taylor was confused.
"Oh ... Yeah, I'm here," I replied. "Sorry."
"You know what I'm talking about, right? It means you lick my horny butthole over and over until you get me off. That's what I want. I can't get enough of it, and the guys I've been with, including my current, just don't have enough patience for me. But Jess said you would lick me all over, for a long, long time, so I assume ...?"
Gathering myself after that initial surprise, I answered more coherently. "I'm sorry. You kind of caught me off guard. But yeah, of course I understand. And yes, I'll definitely lick you all over, including eating your ass. Actually, that's kind of my specialty." Taylor couldn't see me over the phone, but I glowing, thrilled, and virtually drooling at the thought of eating her ass. "Is that all you want?"
"Oh no, I want the full treatment, if you know what I mean (another giggle). I need to blow off some steam. But I wanted to make sure that included getting rimmed." My god, I loved hearing her say that.
We talked a little bit more, settling on a date and time and length of the engagement (three hours!!! OMG!). I hung up and just stood there for a minute, stunned. I had a date - a sex date - with Taylor Swift!
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A few days later, I was standing in the hallway of the upscale hotel that was our rendezvous spot. I stood there in front of the door, already excited and surprisingly nervous. You'd think that after all the time I'd spent in this profession, and all the beautiful, famous women I had serviced, that I would take it all in stride. But no. This was an extraordinary case. This was a world-wide megastar, an icon. This was Taylor Swift!
I knocked on the door and a few seconds later, there she was. "Hi!" she said with a sweet, friendly smile. "Milene???" I confirmed my identity and she let me in, and then, extending her hand, said "Nice to meet you!" We shook hands, an oddly formal gesture, I thought, given what we were about to do. But that wasn't unusual. Many of my initial encounters start like this, slightly awkward. Most women aren't used to dealing with a call girl.
Taylor looked so good, so classy and pretty. Her hair was loose and informal, hanging straight, about a third of the way down her back, with bangs jus touching her eyebrows. She wore a simple but elegant white top - it appeared to be silk - and expensive, high-end designer jeans that fit tightly over her form and accented the round curve of her ass. I wondered if that fit was a conscious choice, to display what was to be the focus of my efforts here - her lovely bottom. It definitely got my attention!
We sat down and made idle small talk, but it didn't last long. I got the distinct impression that Taylor wanted to get down to business, and sure enough, after a few minutes, she addressed the situation directly. "Sooo, shall we get to it? I've been thinking about getting my rimjob since I got up this morning!"
It was a bit jarring to hear her be so direct, but also quite arousing. One doesn't expect to hear Taylor Swift talking about getting her butt licked. And she smiled so cutely when she said it!
"Whatever you want," I replied with a smile. "This is your day. I'm here to serve you."
Taylor's eyes got big, purposely expressive. "Oooooh, I like the sound of that!"
I watched as she started to undress, getting more excited by the second. She took off her blouse and then her bra, giving me my first glimpse of her titties. They were nice, not overly large, but bigger than I expected, and nicely shaped, cute and perky, with pretty, pink nipples. I wondered how much time I'd spend fondling and sucking on those girly treasures.
Next, Taylor started to take off her jeans, but I stopped her. "Uh, if you don't mind, can you leave that to me? I really enjoy undressing my clients, especially the first time."
Taylor paused, then gave me a mischievous grin. "Sure," she replied. I crossed the short distance between us and dropped to my knees before her. I asked her to turn around, and she did. Now her butt was facing me, just inches away. I placed my hands on her denim-covered cheeks as I heard the quiet grind of the zipper coming down. I moved to the waistband and, with trembling hands, slipped her jeans down over the curve of her ass, bringing her panties along with them. And finally, after days of anticipation, there it was, right in front of me - Taylor Swift's bare bottom!
Oh my God. Taylor did have a delicious derrière, and I was absolutely entranced by it. It was just the kind I like, round and firm and creamy white, so cute, simply yummy. A shiver went through me as I ran my palms over her sweet buns, relishing the warm, silky feel of those alabaster cheeks, squeezing gently, drawing a quiet "Mmmmm, alright!" from Taylor. Finally, I couldn't wait any longer. Leaning forward, I placed a series of gentle kisses on each of her sweet cheeks, then brazenly rubbed my face into them, first one side, then the other, uttering a long, fervent "Mmmmmm" as I did so. "Oh god," I exclaimed, "I love your ass!"
My enthusiasm drew a laugh from Taylor. "Well, thank you! I'm so glad you like it!" She bent down to playfully tweak my nose as she added, "We're going to have so much fun tonight!"
Thrilled by that statement, I let myself enjoy the silky feel of her ass in my hands and on my face for another minute or so, petting, kissing, and squeezing those creamy flesh-mounds, getting more excited by the second. But then it was time for more. It was time to eat Taylor Swift's ass!
I'm not used to starting off a session like this. Usually, I like to start with kissing and cuddling, to ease into the really hot stuff. But it was clear to me that Taylor wanted her rimjob right then, so I forged ahead. I asked Taylor to get on the king-size bed, placing two large pillows in the middle of it, leaving one for her head. "I want you to just relax completely and enjoy everything I'm going to do to you," I explained. She smiled sweetly and complied, crawling onto the big bed, positioning her hips on the pillows, raising her butt seductively.
"Okay, I'm ready," she said, looking over her shoulder with a mischievous grin and a wiggle of her bottom. I could sense the anticipation in her voice. This was going to be good!