Lesbian Call Girl Taylor

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!

"Do you mind if I take off my clothes, too?" I asked, trying to be polite.

"Oh, of course! Everything's more fun when you're naked!" She laughed. My god, she was so cute!

I quickly stripped off my clothes and joined her on the bed, I got on top of her, enjoying the feel of her naked body against mine, nuzzling into her neck my tongue licking up to and into her ear, Taylor emitted a little whimper in response. She liked that, but I knew she wanted more.

I quickly moved downward, over her back, past her cute butt, positioning myself between her long legs, which she spread apart to accommodate me. I started to work on them, running my hands delicately along the backs of her thighs, using my fingertips to tickle the backs of her knees. Taylor responded with a quiet "Mmmm", then added, "That's nice."

"It gets better," I assured her, as my fingertips continued their journey up and down her legs, followed now by gentle kisses, each trip getting closer to her beautiful butt, but never reaching it. Not yet. "You have beautiful legs," I told her. "So long and athletic."

"Mmmm, yeah, thanks." She seemed impatient now, ready to get on with it.

My hands and lips traveled up her legs once more, but didn't stop this time, instead continuing up to take in the lush swell of her buttocks. I caressed them gently, savoring the delicious feel of them in my hands, doing my best to curtail my excitement. That wasn't easy. By this time, my arousal had reached an astronomical level.

I let myself enjoy the moment for a little while, delighting in the silky warmth of Taylor's buttcheeks in my hands. I bit into them, just little love nips, further teasing myself and her. Then, almost shaking with anticipation, I placed my palms on her cheeks, squeezed them a few more times, and then slowly spread them apart. And when they opened, there it was, nestled in the center of her buttcrack, the delicate pink star that was Taylor's asshole. I barely stifled a cry of excitement as I thought about what I was about to do.

"Oh god," I said, in awe, my voice just above a whisper, "You have a beautiful butthole. It's just perfect."

Taylor looked back over her shoulder, an appreciative smile growing on her face. "Mmmm, thank you. I'm glad you like my ass. I can't wait to feel your tongue back there." Then she closed her eyes and subtly arched her back, waiting for me to do it.

"Oh god," she murmured, "I hope you're as good as they said. I really want this."

Her eager words totally enflamed me, and I couldn't make her (or myself) wait any longer. Still holding her cheeks apart, I leaned forward and placed a single kiss right on her hot little anus, feeling it respond with a delightful pucker against my lips. Taylor gasped, "Oh yeah, that's it!" and whimpered as she finally felt my mouth on her most private place.

I gave it another kiss, and another, then added some tongue, swirling around her hole, very slowly, luxuriously giving Taylor the special pleasure that she wanted. She responded with a low groan that transformed into a long, breathy "Ahhhhhhhh!" as the licking continued. Her back arched more, her head pulled back, and I felt a shiver go through her. That told me I was doing good. I licked slowly over her little pink hole as Taylor kept up a low, breathy commentary. "Oh yeah ... oh yeah ... that's it ... right there ... keep doing that ... oh god, YESSSS, SO GOOD!"

The sound of her voice, so sweet and girlish, but filled with passion, and the things she was saying, drove me crazy and spurred me on. With a low groan of pure lust, I plunged forward, pushing my face deep into her lovely buttcrack, my tongue searching for and once again finding the hot ring of her rear hole. Taylor responded with an earthy "Aw-w-w-w, FUCK!", and her hand pounded the bed, I felt a tremor of pleasure flow through her.

I started eating her ass in earnest, licking over and around her sweet little asshole, still going slow, using the whole surface of my tongue. Taylor's response was wonderful, a continuous stream of whimpering, punctuated by occasional gasps of pleasure. Her head rested comfortably on the pillow now, and her face glowed with a contented smile. All the while, I delighted in the feel of her warm buns around my face. This was exactly what I'd been thinking about since I hung up from her initial call - having my face buried in Taylor Swift's luscious butt while I gave her an exquisite rimjob. I was in heaven.

I continued rimming her for a few minutes, alternating techniques, sometimes using the flat part of my tongue, then running the tip delicately around her asshole, tracing the circle of muscle, then poking gently into her hole, kissing and sucking as I went along. Taylor was loving it, emitting a continuous flow of "Ooooh" and "Ahhhhh" sounds as I gave her all the naughty pleasure she wanted. When I actually sucked on her butthole, she gasped and half-whispered, "Mmmmm ... fuck, that's really good ... you're so naughty."

I pulled my face out of her sweet ass momentarily to take in the scene. Taylor looked so beautiful lying there, her long body stretching forward on the bed, her blond hair over her shoulders, her round butt raised by the pillows, still begging to be loved. I spread her cheeks again to gaze at her butthole. It looked even hotter than before, even pinker now and glistening with my saliva. Using my thumbs, I spread the opening to reveal the tender, deep pink flesh inside her anus. That looked so good! I pushed forward, entering her little hole with just the tip of my tongue, feeling the heat increase as I went inside. Taylor groaned intensely as she felt that first bit of my tongue going up into her butt. This, apparently, was what she really wanted, because she cried out, "OHHH! YESSSS!!!" and reached back with both hands to pull her cheeks apart, visually begging me to go in deeper. I did just that, pushing farther inside, maybe an inch, moaning shamelessly as I felt the tight warmth of Taylor's asshole gripping around my tongue.

"Oooooh ... oh god ... yes ... that's just what I wanted ... your tongue in my asshole ... that feels sooooo good!"

I followed her directions, pulling my tongue out just a bit, then pushing back in. Taylor's anal muscle seemed to relax, and I began moving easily in and out, going deeper into her ass with each push forward as I tongue-fucked her sweet bottom.

Taylor was loving it. Her breaths were now coming in gasps, and her hips began moving in that familiar, involuntary rhythm of heightened sexual arousal. "OH! Fuck! Fuck yes!" She shook her head back and forth as she screamed, her blond locks twirling in the air. "Eat me! Eat my ass! MORE!!!" She was losing control, obviously getting close. I loved it.

I kept at her, using every ass-eating technique I knew, alternately licking over the surface and plunging my tongue inside, as deep as it would go. I wanted to get her off strictly by anal stimulation, but I wondered if that was possible. Then, as in in answer to my question, Taylor's right hand dipped down between her legs. With an earthy "Umphhh!", she found her clit and within seconds, she was cumming, exclaiming, "Oh God! Oh God!!! That's it! I'm cumming! Don't stop. Please don't stop!!!"

Of course, there was no way I was going to stop. I had my tongue in Taylor Swift's ass while she was having a massive orgasm. Her hips were moving, her body shaking, twitching, but I managed to stay in there and was rewarded with the feeling of her slutty sphincter clutching rhythmically around my tongue.

I stayed in her butt through that first orgasm, then stayed on for more, still licking her butt while I pushed two fingers into her vagina to find her g-spot. In seconds, she was cumming again, more intensely than the first time, filling the room with a loud "Unnnnghhh...AAAAAAH!!!" as her body twitched with pleasure. I kept at her until finally, she stopped cumming. Then I slipped out of her backside and rested my head contentedly on the warm pillows of her buttocks, my arms wrapped affectionately around her hips. Taylor stayed quiet for a while, recovering from her orgasm, breathing deeply, an occasional spasm still rocking through her. "Oh ... my ... god!" she said, at last, "That was SO GOOD! Jessica was so, so right about you!"

What could I say? "I'm glad you liked it. That's why I'm here." I wondered if Jessica had told Taylor specifically about my skills at eating ass, but of course, I didn't ask. "We can do more whenever you're ready," I added.

"Of course. You know I'll want that." Taylor had a somewhat bemused look on her face, like she was trying to decide whether to say something else. Finally, she did.

"So... did you enjoy my bottom, sweetie" she asked, adding with a cute wink, "You seemed to be having a really good time back there."

My god, was I that obvious??? Indeed, I had thoroughly enjoyed Taylor's ass, and I was extremely aroused, but now I was somewhat mortified that she had noticed my level of excitement. I usually try to keep a certain level of calm, even detachment, as a professional.

I kept my cool, though, and tried to laugh it off. "Yeah," I replied, "you got me. I really like your bottom." My hands roamed delicately over her b as I spoke. "I know I'll be spending a lot of time back there tonight, and I'm looking forward to it. I'm a real butt-lover, and you have a delicious ass. I hope you don't mind." I gave her my sweetest smile to show that I was sincere.

"Oh wow, I don't mind at all! We are a perfect match, aren't we? I love it!"

We spent the next few minutes in idle chit-chat, which was okay, but I was ready for more sex. I couldn't believe I had been with Taylor for almost forty-five minutes and had yet to taste her pussy. Well, that was about to change.

"So," I began, tentatively, "do you want to do more of what we've been doing, or should we try something else?" Taylor was still lying on her stomach, but her legs were parted just enough to give me a glimpse of her pussy. From what I could see, it was very pink and moist and swollen with arousal. I ran my palms up the backs of her thighs as I spoke, hinting at what I wanted. Looking back over her shoulder, Taylor gave me a knowing smile.

"So, you want to eat some pussy now?" she asked, a twinkle in her eyes, her smile getting bigger.

"Well," I responded coyly, "if you'd like that. Yes?"

Taylor gave a quick laugh. "Who doesn't like that?" She turned over and sat up, positioning some pillows behind her back. Then, with a sly smile, she parted her legs and crooked her finger in a "Come here" motion. At that moment, it was the most erotic act imaginable.

I scooted down to get myself between Taylor's legs, and at my request, she raised her knees, so her feet were flat on the bed. This is one of my favorite positions for eating pussy, since it allows the recipient to clutch my head between her thighs. I pushed her legs a little farther apart, giving me a clear view of her open cunt.