2 comments/ 30908 views/ 12 favorites Lesbian Call Girl: A 3-Course Feast By: Milene AUTHOR'S COMMENTS: This is a piece of fiction, based solely on my own sexual fantasies. It is not intended to imply anything about the sexual preferences or activities of the people portrayed in the story. Monica Crowley is a conservative political commentator on U.S television and radio. I know that some people will be turned off (or maybe turned on) by her politics. I myself disagree with her on most topics, but that doesn't change the fact that she is beautiful and HOT. I just could not resist. ---------------------------------- Well, this is a familiar spot, I laugh to myself. Indeed it is, one I've been in a number of times over the past few months - on my knees on the floor of some hotel room, parked between Monica Crowley's open thighs. I never would have guessed that a conservative political commentator would be one of my clients, but Monica has become a regular, calling up at least once every time she's in town, which tends to be every couple of weeks. I'm not sure how she first got hooked up with me, but I'm certainly glad she did. I don't agree with Monica at all on politics, but I sure love having sex with her. She's classy and pretty and actually very sweet. Add to that her intelligence, self-confidence, and sense of humor and you get a woman who is simply sexy as hell. And all that's in addition to her killer body - I couldn't believe it when I found out she was forty. Yes, it's always the same routine with Monica, very straightforward and all business. She just relaxes and lies back easily on a chair or couch, while I get on my knees and do what I do best. I think she likes this arrangement, having me on my knees. It keeps it detached, impersonal, and adds a certain feeling of servitude that seems to appeal to her. Certainly she expects it, because she always takes her position, almost immediately, and clearly expects me to take mine. And I definitely like it, too. It makes me feel slutty and subservient, especially with her superior attitude. She just seems so naturally commanding, which appeals directly to my submissive tendencies. I also love how she watches me as I eat her out, her mouth forming a secret smile, her eyes just riveted on me there with my head between her legs. It adds something for her, some tone of dominance, or maybe brings into focus the naughtiness of what she's doing, or more precisely, what she's letting me do to her. She watches me intently, only occasionally letting up, closing her eyes to relax and enjoy the moment as the pleasure really hits her. My hands explore her body while my mouth works over her private parts. I caress the warm curve of her hips, then wander over the delicious contours of her legs. I've always admired Monica's legs, enjoyed the view of them on the McLaughlin Group on PBS, and in real life they're even better - just as shapely, but also smooth and silky to the touch. I've tried a few times to enjoy them more intimately, kissing and licking my way up and down their curves, but Monica always stops me, making me return to my proper focus, which, for her, is her sweet quim. And indeed, it is sweet. I really think Monica has the sweetest pussy I've ever tasted. I noticed it the first time I did her and it has always been the same. I don't know if it's her natural flavor or something she uses on herself, but it's wonderful. There is so much lush female beauty to this woman. Looking up from my place on the floor, I can take in all her loveliness - the full curve of her hips, the flat, creamy expanse of her stomach, the easy swell of her breasts, topped with the pink, goose-bumped peaks of her tender nipples. Above that is her lovely face, her full lips quivering ever so slightly now in response to my ardent oral loving. And below, mmmm, right in front of me is her hot, quivering cunt, topped by a soft blonde tuft of pubic fur. If I pull back a little I can even catch a glimpse of her sweet little rosebud, all pretty and pink in the crack of her ass. That's one part of Monica I've yet to experience, but I'm hoping. It's just good to finally have her completely naked. It took a couple sessions to get her to shed all her clothes, to convince her that she would enjoy it more if I could touch her everywhere, caress her bare breasts, her waist, run my hands over the sensitive skin of her torso. The first time she hired me she removed only what was necessary, just raising her skirt and slipping off her panties to let me get to her private parts. That was hot in its own way - just down and dirty sex with no preliminaries - but it was definitely limiting, too It's so much better now that I can see and touch her whole body, as well as enjoy the sight of her stripping down to the buff, seeing her full breasts fall out as her bra comes off, watching her slip her expensive skirt down over her hips, and best of all, getting on my knees to pull down her lacy panties and then place a simple, subservient kiss on her pretty blonde muff. If that doesn't put a girl in the mood, nothing will. Oh, the sex is still down and dirty, no kissing or cuddling, just right down to business - direct gratification, down on the floor with my mouth working dutifully between her legs. But I do notice that Monica is more relaxed, less inhibited in the way she receives her pleasure. She's even let me suck on her nipples a few times, lying back to enjoy the sensation, though I don't think she ever really relaxed completely. In any case, there's none of that tonight. Tonight it is right to the main course. And of course, it's always clear who's in charge. This is perhaps the hottest part about doing Monica - she always keeps her cool. Oh, she cums, there's no doubt about that. The subtle tremors in her body tell that tale. But she also maintains control, always holds onto a slice of that reserved, professional demeanor. Even her hair stays in place, not a blonde lock falling out of line, even when she hits her peak. It's like she doesn't want to let me see the effect I'm having on her, or to admit what's happening to her. Still, the quiet grunts and groans and the subsequent warm, satisfied smile that glows on her face reveal the amount of pleasure she's receiving. That smile is the best part - a little victory for me that tells me I've done my job and made her cum. And if I manage to draw an audible "Oh!" from my conservative mistress, well, that's just icing on the cake. I'm getting a quick response tonight. I've only been down on her for a few minutes, but already the effects are showing. I can always tell when Monica's getting close. Her legs start to tremble and they inch a little farther apart, while her hands take a firmer grip on my head. It's my cue to step up the action a bit, to move my tongue faster over her needy flesh, swirling lightly around her swollen clitoris. She's there now, making little grunting noises, already climbing the peak after just this brief period of attention. I lick over her clitoris with my whole tongue, wrapping the hot little morsel in sensual stimulation. It feels huge and hard as I swarm over it. Monica is breathing heavily. She seems to be at an especially high level of arousal tonight. That feeling is confirmed when she responds to one long, lingering lick with a loud groan, raising her rear off the chair. She's never responded so overtly before. She always maintains a certain level of self-control. Either she's really horny or she's starting to feel comfortable enough to let loose more. "Oh, suck me ...mmm... god, SUCK ME!!!" My god, she's never said anything like that before. It's an incredible turn-on and I quickly do as she says, sucking her tender, wet flesh into my mouth, running my tongue eagerly over the edges of her cunt lips. I reach up to fondle her breasts while my mouth continues to work on her drooling orifice. She's absolutely wild now, her previous restraint almost completely gone, her abdomen rippling, contracting and relaxing in response to the pleasure from below. She has my head in a vise grip as she groans and strains toward her orgasm. I flick rapidly over her clit and she finally loses it. "Unnngh ...unnnng ... GOD ... eat it!...yeah...OH!" Monica shivers and shakes on the tip of my tongue as low guttural sounds escapes from her lips. I hold her butt in my hands as her body arches up, reaching for more. Her eyes are closed tight and her mouth is twisted in a snarl as the pleasure just overcomes her. I plunge my tongue in deep and feel an extra gush of moisture ooze into my mouth. It's so good. I live for this. Monica's orgasm is short and intense, her hips bucking several times as the aftershocks surge through her. As she starts to come down I change my pace, taking slow, leisurely swipes around her tender flesh. I lick up everything she has, cleaning up the mess I've made between her legs, and get ready for more. Looking up, I am delighted to see that wonderful glow on her face. I could tell it was a great cum, short but sweet, and her face tells the story. But of course, that doesn't finish it. Monica never wastes a moment of our short time together. and a single orgasm is never, ever enough. Always the taskmistress, she keeps me at her relentlessly, using every available minute to extract the pleasure she expects. By now I know the routine: a quick pause once I finish her, pulling away slightly, just a momentary respite until the waves of pleasure subside. And then, moments later, I hear, "Okay, do it again," as she pulls me back into her humid crotch. No one else is so methodical, so constant in her need, so expectant of continual pleasure, even if the time is short. She makes me work steadily while I'm with her, but I love it, love how relentless and demanding she is. There are usually three or four of those "Do it again" moments in our hour session. This time the command comes very quickly and I am back at it with almost no break in between. Monica pulls my head back into her, the moist heat of her crotch engulfing me from nose to chin. I'm immersed in her cunt, but I don't mind that at all, as I just love licking her. Monica's hips swing back and forth, slowly and steadily, rubbing my face in her still very wet pussy. I wash my tongue back and forth in her slot as she moves me up and down. A soft, steady "Mmmmmm" tells me how much she likes it. She looks down at me with a firm, possessive smile, then closes her eyes and savors the pleasant feelings between her legs. "Eat me," she murmurs dreamily, and I happily do as she asks. Monica is far less frantic now, and it's clear that this one will stretch out longer than that first quickie. I lick her daintily, swabbing here and there, teasing her as the moisture starts to build again on her delicate tissues. Her hips are moving again, up and down, guiding my tongue through the exquisite warmth of her creamy folds. I'm licking her full length - slow, extended swipes from ass to clit. As I do so, I take the opportunity to "overshoot my target", venturing downward to sneak a couple of licks over the pink ring of her asshole. I pleasure her there quickly and subtly, hoping not to offend her. I can't tell if she even notices, but she definitely doesn't object. I make a mental note to try more the next time - always trying to push the envelope a bit. Eventually her passion builds again and the pace picks up, along with her pelvic rhythm, until she's fucking my face just as furiously as before, smearing her abundant cream over my lips and chin. I'm so aroused now that I'm moaning into her slit, and I look up to see an extra-wide smile on her face. Monica has an ego and right now I'm stroking it, just as my tongue is stroking her sweet quim. I lick her to another orgasm and quickly hear another "Again." She's insatiable tonight. And so am I. I hear "Again" four more times before our hour is over. Monica definitely seems satisfied, but I can sense her regret when she realizes our time is up. For a second I think she may ask for more, but I'm quickly disappointed, as she slowly eases away from me. Damn! It must be her conservative personality - she's just so damned consistent and disciplined. I swear that one of these times I'll get her to do an extended, more leisurely session. Or maybe just longer, at the same level of intensity - that would be hot, too. I suggest this as I leave, offering more time for the same price, a sort of "regular customer reward", but all I get is her amused smile and a soft-spoken "We'll see." Of course, the big problem with doing Monica is that I always leave frustrated. Even if we had more time, I doubt that I would ever feel comfortable pleasuring myself during our sessions, since the focus is so clearly on satisfying her needs. And it's no different this time. Fifteen minutes after the hour, I find myself out on the street, horny as hell as I think about what I just did, vividly reminded by the taste of Monica's juices that still lingers on my tongue. I'm buzzing and desperate for a place where I can give myself some relief. I'm about to slip into one of the hotel restrooms to satisfy my needs when my phone beeps. It's a text from CaCee: "Hey u done with MC?" I text back a "yes" and get a "call me" in return. Dutifully, I call "the boss", though I'm dying to get into the restroom to relieve the tension Monica left me with. "What's up?" I ask when CaCee picks up. "Hey babe, I got an 'emergency call' for you. You up for it?" I'm not really sure, but I answer, "Yeah, I guess. What is it?" "Well," CaCee responds excitedly, "I've got two chicks riding around in a limo and they want a girl. And I won't tell you who they are, but I know you, and I know you're going to want to do these two. For sure. Oh, and they want you all night." Well, it does sound interesting, and since Monica left me unbelievably horny, I'm definitely up for more. "Sure," I say, "when do you need me?" "Right now," comes the startling response. "They're right outside your hotel there!" Now? I think. Damn, I'm not ready yet. I start to stammer something, but CaCee interrupts and immediately convinces me I have to go now. Luckily I cleaned myself up before I left Monica, so I can, though I really need to do something else first! But, ever the good employee, I do what CaCee asks. I look outside and sure enough, there's a stretch limo right in front of the hotel. I wander out and tap cautiously on the driver's window. It rolls down to reveal a pretty Latina woman in a chauffeur's cap. The nameplate on her chest says "Maria". "Did you call CaCee?" I ask. She gives me knowing smile, snorts a little laugh, and says, pointing behind her, "No, but they did. You can get in the back." I start to move away and she stops me, "Oh, wait a minute," she says. She rolls her eyes as she explains, "I'd better let you in." I step back to the passenger doors and Maria opens one for me, peeking inside first to make sure it's okay. I slip inside the limo and find it dark, so dark I can't see who I'm with. Then suddenly the lights flip on and I see. And what a sight - two busty young women on the opposite seat, one blonde and one redhead, both very attractive. And both as naked as the day they were born. "Hey," the redhead says breathily, and now I realize who she is. It's Lindsay Lohan! And the blonde, it's ... oh, hell yes! - it's Britney Spears. CaCee was right - I would never pass this one up. These two aren't the most highbrow of celebrities, but I've always had a secret desire for both of them. Purely physical, of course, a "guilty pleasure" like the one I have for Jessica. I can tell immediately that they've been partying. I have a flash of concern, given their previous bouts with excess, but I don't see any evidence of drugs. The car does smell of alcohol, but nothing else, no weed at least. However, I do notice one other smell, the smell of female arousal. I notice now that there are several vibrators lying on the seats and on the floor. Lindsay and Brit have obviously been playing. But I guess they wanted a more interesting toy. "Did CaCee tell you what was up?" Lindsay asks. It takes me a moment to respond, as I'm thoroughly distracted by Lindsay's body, my eyes drawn uncontrollably to the space between her thighs, where her female parts are clearly visible, all pink and pouty. "Not really," I answer at last, "but it looks like you're ready for some fun." Now Brit speaks for the first time, chiming in with, "Yeah, we're ready for sure. The vibes just don't do it. I really want some head." I chuckle to myself. Same old Britney - so much class. Lindsay offers me a drink from a flask and I accept. It seems to be a Mohito or some such thing. It's fairly sweet, and not being a real drinker, I'm glad for that. Lindsay hands me a glass and I fill it and sip while she talks in a rambling, semi-drunk manner. "Okay, so Rule Number One," Lindsay says playfully, wagging her finger like a chastising schoolmarm, "...no clothes allowed." She gives me a naughty smile and continues, "Come on, off with them." I laugh good-naturedly at her little game and quickly pull off my dress, bra and panties, placing them carefully in a pile in a secluded corner. Lindsay continues her playful tone, commenting to Britney as she surveys my nude form, "Hmmm, cute little thing, isn't she?" I take this as a compliment. I know my body can't compare to either of theirs in sheer female sexuality, so "cute" gives me a nice feeling. I take several overly-flirtatious poses, playing up the tone. Lindsay smiles in appreciation, but Brit just stares, not very interested in my little games, seeming distracted. "Rule Number Two," Lindsay declares with a mischievous grin, "...Lindsay gets it first." This audacity draws a jaw-dropping look of outrage from Brit. "Who says you go first?" she pouts, "I'm hornier than you are!" This, in turn, brings a loud guffaw from Lindsay, but Brit continues her rant. "You had your old Samantha," she complains. Then, shaking one of the vibrators in Lindsay's face, she whines, "I got nuthin' but this for the past two months!" Wow, I think, two months! Yeah, she really must be horny, at least if she's anything like the other pop diva I know. If Jessica went two months without any real sex, I'd be in her bedroom doing her the whole night. No wonder Brit wasn't interested in my silly posing. The two of them argue back and forth. As they do, I spend the time to admire their naked bodies. Lindsay appears to be on an upswing of her ongoing weight yo-yo, which is good. When she loses too much she looks drawn and anorexic. but tonight she looks wonderful - healthy and voluptuous and delightfully feminine. Her breasts are full and firm, her pink nipples like sweet candy drops begging for an eager mouth. Her whole body exudes a feeling of overt softness, all peaches and cream, with those little sprays of freckles in the most delightful places. Looking at that luscious body, now with just the right amount of extra curves, I just want to dive in and devour her. But of course there's also Britney. I've always found her irresistibly cute when she isn't drugging out or going insane, and tonight she seems to be back to that cleaner life. I've read that she's been working hard to return to her previous shape and I have to say she's succeeded admirably. Her stomach is deliciously flat, her creamy white thighs supple and smooth. And her breasts, well they are simply magnificent. I've read she's a 36D and while I can't confirm that, I can say that they look wonderful, full and firm, standing out proudly from her chest. Her pinkish brown nipples are large and already erect, the areoles dotted with little bumps that reveal her current level of arousal. Like Lindsay, Brit looks good enough to eat. And if I read the situation correctly, I'm about to do just that. Finally they stop arguing and Lindsay concedes to her more horny friend. "Alright, alright," she says good-naturedly, "you can go first." She adds with a mischievous grin, "At least I get to watch." Lesbian Call Girl: A 3-Course Feast "Watch all you want, bitch," Britney replies with a haughty air. "I don't care what you do as long as I get off." I can tell Britney wants to get right to it, but I have my own agenda. On my knees before her, I place a light kiss on each thigh, then move up to her stomach, nuzzling into her navel, letting my tongue tickle inside it, around the silver stud that pierces it. She squirms delightfully in response and I move up to get a kiss. Brit really does look beautiful tonight. Her eyes are half-closed and her mouth opens easily as our mouths mesh together. A pleasant "Mmmm" exchanges between us as my naked body slides over hers and we begin to french each other. I know what Britney really wants, but luckily, she seems satisfied with this for now. I feel her hands squeezing lightly at my waist and my own hands just cannot resist the temptation of those wondrous orbs on her chest. I take one in each hand, marveling at their velvety softness, letting my fingers roam playfully over the rubbery nipples, which feel absolutely huge, at least a half inch in diameter. I'm horny as hell and I feel the moisture growing between my legs as I moan into the soft embrace of Britney's mouth. I can't wait any longer and I move down to take one luscious tit into my greedy mouth. Sucking it in, I flick my tongue over the bulging nipple, drawing a delightful sigh from Britney. I'm thrilled that she likes it and intensify my effort, going back and forth between them, sucking more of her tender flesh into my mouth, taking little bites at her nipples. I look over at Lindsay, who's watching intently, and can't help but notice her own lovely breasts. My god, I'm going to enjoy those, too. I'm in tittie heaven here, and my mind is just reeling. I keep busy on Britney's chest while my hand wanders slowly down her flat tummy and between her legs. As I reach the junction, her thighs pull together over my hand, an involuntary reaction that betrays her desire. I run my finger up her slit and she moans wonderfully and coats it with cream. She moans even louder as I slip inside to feel the hot clutch of her cunt. She is so wet! I release a moan of my own, keeping her precious booby in my mouth as I finger her. Her body is just amazing and it feels so good inside her. I move back up, kissing her neck, licking lightly at her ear while I push two more fingers into the depths of her pussy. Her hand is on my thigh now, squeezing at my leg as I work over her body. "Do you want me to eat you now?" I whisper. The answer is obvious, but I can't resist teasing her. "Yesssssss," comes the heated reply, accompanied by an urgent clutch at my leg. She pushes on my shoulder and at last, I start my way down to paradise. I get on the floor and Britney spreads her legs for me, her knees up with her hands on them, her butt perched on the very edge of the limo seat. The sight of her cunt almost takes my breath away. It looks incredible, so pink and hot, the inner lips protruding from between the outer ones, engorged with her desire and already covered with girl juice. Below that drooling gash, the delicate pink ring of her asshole winks at me seductively. Oh yeah, I think, this is what it's all about, this is why I do this. I can't believe I'm getting paid to stick my face between Britney Spears' legs. I look up and Britney's eyes are half closed. Damn, she looks hot! Those gorgeous breasts are heaving with desire and her mouth hangs open, her tongue doing a sexy dance over her lips as she waits impatiently for me to get at her. I know she's ready but I'm determined to take my time anyway, to enjoy this experience to the utmost degree. I start down low, placing a wet kiss on her knee, caressing her leg, then tracing a tantalizing line with my tongue up her thigh. I repeat the journey several times, going higher on each pass, drawing a quiet "ohhh" as Britney's legs inch farther apart. The aroma of warm cunt fills my nostrils as I move closer and closer to her open hole. She is so aroused! Whatever she and Lindsay were doing before I got there obviously didn't satisfy Brit's needs. But I'm about to do just that. I kiss her inner thigh, oh so close to her sweet quim, which I cruelly pass over, almost touching it, to the opposite thigh. Britney's hips press forward and a needy groan escapes her lips. I keep up the teasing, back and forth, pausing to rub my cheeks into the warm, silky skin of her thighs. After the third time, she can't take anymore and expresses her frustration, "Jesus Christ, come on! Eat me out! ... Fuck, I want it." I finally give in and let my tongue wander over the swollen folds of her female parts. "Ahhhhh.. Yea...aaah," she cries as I take my first licks into the moist enclave of her cunt. Britney immediately grabs my head, using both hands to hold me tight between her legs, Then she starts a slow, steady grind, her juicy flesh washing deliciously over my eager lips. My tongue moves methodically inside her and she groans louder as I start to eat her in earnest. She wasn't lying about how horny she is - she's getting wetter by the second, the cream just pouring out of her with each stroke of my tongue. And I'm just as horny, still not recovered from my frustrating session with Monica and now going crazy as I find myself dining greedily in Britney Spears' crotch. I gobble up everything Brit gives me and go in for more. And, unable to wait any longer, I let my hand drop between my legs, unabashedly moaning into Brit's folds as I finally get some relief. Meanwhile Lindsay is watching intently, clearly getting aroused by the show, her hand moving slowly, steadily between her legs. She notices mine doing the same and makes a comment to Brit about how much I like her. Then suddenly she laughs as she notices a light on the front wall of our passenger section. "Ahhh ..." she whispers, "somebody's listening!" She raises her voice, asking loudly toward the front, "Hey Maria, you enjoying this? Are your panties wet yet?" The light suddenly goes off and Lindsay bursts into laughter. Brit and I don't respond, of course, as we are currently distracted by other activities, but Lindsay keeps up her banter. "Maybe we should invite Maria back here to join the fun. I'm sure she's horny by now." That finally draws a response from Britney. "Uh uh!" she gasps, her eyes rolling back as hips grind hard into my slaving mouth, "No way. I ain't sharin' this one. Unngghh! So good." As if to emphasize the point, her legs clamp tightly around my head, trapping me delightfully in the moist heat of her pleasure pit. Lindsay chuckles at her friend's selfish response. "Don't worry, Brit," she assures her, "you'll get yours. Looks like you're getting plenty right now, actually. Damn, ease up, you're going to smother the poor girl." Then, reconsidering, she adds with a laugh, "Or drown her." Indeed, Britney is flowing profusely, though I don't mind in the least. It turns me on to have a girl get this wet for me, even more so when it's someone as pretty and famous as Britney Spears. I lick her enthusiastically, reveling in the little shivers of pleasure I feel coursing through her body. As I continue my oral assault, I reach down, below Britney's bottom, to burrow my hand between her soft cheeks. My middle finger explores there, finally finding the hot pucker of her asshole. Britney knows what I want and seems to want it, too, as she shifts slightly to open herself up for me. My finger burrows forward, the tip slipping in, just barely entering her tight little hole. She's so relaxed now, and coupled with the copious lubrication that has dribbled down from above, my finger glides easily up inside her, going in quickly, until the whole length is encased in the warm tunnel of her ass. Britney responds immediately, her muscles clutching rhythmically at my finger, each clutch accompanied by a lusty "Mmmmm." I glance upward to see a blissful smile on her pretty face. She loves it, and so do I. I start an easy pistoning in and out of Brit's rear while my tongue returns to the more urgent needs in her pussy. I lick all around her hole, occasionally plunging inside, and taking special care to lick over the swollen knob of her clit. Her groans are more passionate and almost continuous now. She's almost there and she's going to go off like a firecracker. Keeping my middle finger moving in her rear, I slip another into the slick channel of her cunt. At the same time, I suck her whole clit into my mouth, and that does it. Brit cries out, "Unngghhh ...Jesus ...fuck that's good ... ohhhhhh," then falls into a long, continuous moan as her body shakes and shimmies and a gush of girlcum pours deliciously out of her. I keep licking and fingering her through the intense rush, which goes on and on for at least half a minute, triggering a very satisfying climax of my own. As Brit slows down, so do I, reverting to tender little laps at her oversensitive vulva, little kitty-licks that keep her stimulated without driving her crazy. She collapses into the limo seat with a dazed but very happy look on her face. Still in the aftershocks of her orgasm, her body twitches randomly, her legs still quivering uncontrollably. Nonetheless, as she looks down at me she smiles sheepishly and almost whispers, "I want some more," then glances over at Lindsay, as if for permission. "It's cool, babe, go ahead," Lindsay says. "I know you're super horny." Britney smiles like a kid on Christmas morning and, spreading her still-shaking lags a little wider, tells me, "Come on, do me." As I move back between Britney's legs, I hear Lindsay chide her. "Now wasn't this a good idea, bitch? Not so bad, huh?" Britney gives her a bratty look, but admits, "Yeah, it's good. She's fun,", then grunts with pleasure as I place a delicate kiss on her still drooling puss. I start into her again, licking around and into her hot hole. Britney reacts immediately, writhing about in response to this new batch of oral love. I reach up to fondle her breasts, filling both hands with those wonderful soft pillows as I continue to eat at her pussy. To my surprise, Lindsay joins the fun, moving next to Britney on the wide limo seat. She begins to work over those luscious tits, brushing my hands aside to lick and suck while I deal with the river that is flowing again between Britney's legs. God, the girl is wet! I can feel her womanly juices running down my chin as she pumps away at my face. Remembering how Brit liked my finger, I decide to try something new and move down to lick tenderly at the edge of her asshole, then trace a ring around the rim with the tip of my tongue. Based on Britney's response,. it the right move. Her first reaction is a little squeal of pleasure, followed by a rapid sequences of "Oh" over and over with each bit of contact to her hole. "Oh fuck, Lins," she cries, "you didn't tell me she'd eat my ass. I love that! Ohhhhh ... mmmmmm!" I have to laugh. Obviously Lindsay couldn't know that. Pulling away briefly from Britney's nipples, she utters a quiet "Damn, that's hot," then returns to her task. At the same time, Britney reaches down with both hands to spread herself apart, opening her cheeks to give me easy access to her delicate rear hole. I take full advantage, using long, slow licks with the flat of my tongue all over her anal area. Britney's groans grow louder and longer. It's clear she loves the attention to her rear, so I ask her to change positions. She's reluctant to break the contact and half delirious with passion, but she manages to move into position, kneeling on the seat facing away from me. I hold her cheeks apart and begin extended, loving licks into her precious pink ring, drawing a fervent "Oh gaaaaahhhhhd" groan as she shakes her head back and forth. I keep licking while inserting two fingers into her cooze, Britney groans loudly and reaches over to pick up one of the vibrators they'd been playing with earlier. "Use this," she says tersely, and I do, flipping it on and pushing it deep inside her, searching for her G-spot as her hips move into a frantic rumba beat. I'm giving her everything I can, but there's still more to come. Having moved away when we changed positions, Lindsay is now back, wedging her body between us, on the floor between Britney's legs. As I continue my efforts, Lindsay adds her tongue to the mix, licking circles over the enflamed surface of Britney's clitoris. At the same time, her hands move to fondle Brit's breasts, and I push my tongue up into her asshole. Our lovely blonde friend is being stimulated in every way possible, and it?s just more than she can take. In seconds she's exploding, the rush of orgasm shooting through her body, which is suddenly jerking and twitching out of control. I do my best to stay in place, but at that point it doesn't make much difference, as the sensations have completely overwhelmed poor Britney. Lindsay and I just hold onto her as she rides through the waves of pleasure. A minute or so passes and Britney has collapsed in a heap, emitting pathetic little moans as her legs continue to shake uncontrollably. I slip the still-buzzing vibe out of her and Lindsay and I both caress her lightly, our hands barely touching her skin. I can't resist one last touch, but I reach down tentatively to fondle her swollen labia, Brit pushes me away. "No ..." she mutters, "... no more ... later." She looks up at both of us, with a precious, blissful smile, and adds "Oh god, that was so amazing. I came like crazy." And so Britney is done for a while, but not so for Lindsay, who is now in dire need of attention. "Come here, sweetie," she coos in that low, sexy voice of hers, opening her arms to welcome me. "It's time to make Lindsay happy." I don't have to be asked twice. I can't wait to make her happy. Lindsay's left hand is stroking idly between her legs and she's giving me the sexiest bedroom eyes I've ever seen. Looking at her there, all pink and creamy, so soft and feminine, I'm just dying to do her. In a flash, I'm at her side, waiting for her command. We start with a simple kiss, a hot, wet one with lots of tongue. "Mmmmm," she sighs, "you taste like somebody's pussy. That's hot." Without thinking we both glance over at Britney, the "somebody" in question, and get a humorous "Who, me?" look from her that makes us both giggle. But we quickly forget that brief distraction and return to kissing. Lindsay's tongue plays deliciously over mine and my hands wander lightly over her hips and ribcage. For now I'm avoiding the special treat of her breasts, like a little kid who saves her favorite candy for last. I know Lindsay's horny. She has to be after watching me do Brit and then joining in at the end. But she seems happy to take it slow, even taking charge a little at the start. Rather than me working on her, it's her hands that are moving on me, caressing my sides and back, then lovingly fondling my tits. It feels great, and I appreciate the fact that she understands the value of teasing, of stretching out the loving to make the climax even better. Lindsay nudges me down on my back and now I have the exquisite experience of her naked body covering mine. She smiles provocatively and rubs herself over me, her nipples flicking back and forth across mine, just driving me crazy. We make out like that for a while and then Lindsay moves down to my chest. She sucks gently on my nipples, and it feels wonderful. I didn't expect this. I expected and wanted to just please her in every way, but I can't resist letting her play a while longer. Before I know it her fingers are in my pussy and I know they are getting absolutely drenched. "You're so wet," she says, confirming my thoughts as she comes off my breast. With a horny leer she adds, "You really like eating pussy, don't you, babe?" What can I say? The answer is obvious. I respond with a simple "Yes," followed by a little cry as her thumb rolls over my swollen clit. "And if that's any indication," she continues, nodding toward the pile of sated flesh that is Britney, "You're pretty good at it." I smile between the gasps of pleasure. "I am," I reply. "Let me show you. Please?" I reach behind her butt to find her pussy, barely touching it at first, but then letting my finger trace along her slit and push into the delicious heat of her kitty. "Mmmmm, I think I like you," she says, leaning forward to offer her lips for another kiss. Our mouths open as one and we melt together, turning on our sides to finger each other for a few more minutes. Then, unable to resist any longer, my hands move to the soft pillows of Lindsay's breasts, cupping and tenderly squeezing both of them, feeling the hard little buds of her nipples boring into the centers of my palms. I roll her onto her back and move down to kiss passionately at her neck, a brief stop on the way to my desired destination. With little delay, I'm there at last, taking one luscious pink nipple into my mouth to suck and lick it into complete erectness, then moving across to give the other the same treatment. "Do you like this?" I ask, working her hard, wet nipples in my fingertips, hoping beyond hope that she does. "Yeah," she replies happily, "I like everything." Delighted, I tease her with "Then I'll have to give you everything," and go back to sucking her. I stay on her tits a while longer, then journey downward, running my tongue into the ridges of her ribs, then flicking it over the slight rise of her belly, which responds with a delightful set of undulations. I move down further, kissing in the hollow of each hipbone while Lindsay sighs and moans softly above me. And then at last I'm there, between her creamy thighs, facing the delicious sight of her wet cunt, so vivid pink against the pale background of her skin, so slick and shiny with arousal. With a shameless groan of lust, I take her sweet delicacy into my mouth and slowly lick at its juicy center. Lindsay responds with a soft moan and we're on our way. In contrast to the frantic pace that Britney set, Lindsay takes her pleasure slow and easy. She lies back and relaxes, quietly sighing as my tongue makes leisurely passes up and down in the slick crevice of her cunt. Her legs are spread wide and her gash is splayed open to let me pleasure her to the greatest extent possible. She has both hands on my head but doesn't force me anywhere, just holds me lightly while her fingers play in my hair. I pull away for a moment and get a special thrill as I watch a small drop of cunt juice ooze out of Lindsay's cunt and roll down the crack of her ass, creating a small pool at the cute, pink asterisk of her anus. I reach down and lick off the excess moisture, feel Lindsay's little muscle contract sweetly at the touch, then lick luxuriously up the length of her slit. Lindsay shivers and moans wonderfully, saying "Oh yeah .... that's so good. Do it again." And I do, several times, in slow, slow motion, drawing the same exquisite response each time. I keep at it for a while, enjoying the experience of licking Lindsay Lohan, until finally she wants more. "Get your tongue up inside me," she says huskily, "... all the way. I like that." I like it too and quickly comply, feeling the hot flesh of her insides clinging to my tongue, the warm juice flowing over it, the luscious taste of a very aroused female. I plunge in as deep as I can and Lindsay sighs appreciatively, uttering an intense, quivering "ohhhhhhhh," as my tongue probes far up inside her, circling and thrusting. "Mmmmmm ... god," she murmurs huskily, "you've got a great tongue." I feel a little shiver in my spine at the praise and just the sound of Lindsay's voice saying those words. I'm in a dream world. I have my tongue deep inside Lindsay Lohan and she's enjoying it thoroughly, letting me do whatever I want to her. Her hot channel surrounds my little mouth-muscle, engulfing every surface with warm, sticky wetness. I take long, swirling strokes inside her, bringing a little whimper from my sweet redheaded mistress. She tastes wonderful and I can't suppress an intense "Mmmmmmm" as I gobble her up. I hold her hips in my hands and stay in there for a long time, sucking and tonguing her cunt for all I'm worth. Lesbian Call Girl: A 3-Course Feast Lindsay's eyes are closed, her head falling back as she focuses on the pleasure in her gut. Her breasts jut out delightfully on her chest and I just can't resist them. I reach up with both hands, feeling their silky warmth melt into my open palms. They're actually bigger than Britney's, more conical in shape, and just as nice in their own way. I twirl her nipples between my fingers and the new stimulus draws her attention back to me. I look up, holding her gaze to make sure she knows how much I'm enjoying her. In return I get a sweet smile, her green eyes sparkling, and a firm, encouraging hand on the back of my head. I dig into her with renewed fervor, pulling her sweet fruit into my mouth, and Lindsay responds, closing her eyes again and uttering a heartfelt "Ahhhhh" as she drops back into a delirium of lust. The pace stays slow, both of us enjoying the languorous feel of my tongue in her intimate parts. My eyes are closed dreamily when suddenly I hear Lindsay ask Brit for her phone and look up, amazed to see her hitting a speed dial button. I'm just beside myself. I can't believe she's making a phone call while I'm eating her out! But then the other party picks up and it becomes obvious what's going on. Apparently, Lindsay is not on the best of terms with her ex, Samantha Ronson. "Hi Sam," Lindsay says with a phony super-sweetness. "Just wanted to let you know that right now I'm getting royally eaten out by a really sweet little chickie." She smiles down at me and I take a well-placed swipe at her clit. Lindsay gives a quiet cry into the phone before continuing, "And she just loves my pussy. She looks so cute here between my legs. She can't get enough of me, babe. Here, listen up." Lindsay holds the phone down near my head and I oblige her by raising my voice, uttering a long, enthusiastic string of "mmmmm" and "Ahhhh" as my tongue makes audible liquid noises in the folds of Lindsay's cunt. I'm sure Samantha can hear everything, which is just what Lindsay wants. She's taunting her ex, making her listen to the crude noises of another girl eating her wet pussy. I keep licking her as she returns the phone to its normal spot, doing her best to stifle her moans as she continues her conversation. . "Just wanted to ... mmmm! ... remind you of what you're missing, babe," she says before clicking the phone off. returning her full attention to the feelings between her legs. "Oh fuck, that's good," she exclaims once the connection is cut. Apparently the brief phone encounter added something, because Lindsay is now clearly ready for me to get her off. She looks down at me with a devilish grin and starts to move her hips in the sultry rhythm of sex. "Come on, babe," she says, her hands once again my head. "Eat me out. Eat me good." I give her an pleasant "Yes, maam!" but the words are muffled in the folds of her cunt. I begin eating her in earnest, no longer trying to tease, but to actually suck her to climax. My tongue runs lines up and down her soft lips, along the sensitive edges, before swirling into the wetness at her center. I suck on each of those lips, mouthing the tender, engorged flesh, pulling gently while Lindsay "mmmmms" and "ahhhhs' above me. "Oh yeah," she gasps, "that's it ... that's so good." I spread her open, exposing all her delicate tissues to my oral loving. I lick it all, all except that shiny little nub at the top, that little pearl that's so obviously begging for attention. Still I avoid that, my last bit of teasing, knowing that it will be the star of the final scene in this yummy little play. At last I get to it, taking her clit between my lips, squeezing it, sucking its full length again and again while my tongue moves quickly over the swollen head. Lindsay's response is wonderful - an intense "Oh ... oh ... oh ... oh ...", ending with "oh ... baby!!!" as her fingers twist in my hair and her thighs clamp vigorously around my head. Her pelvis vibrates against my face and with a guttural "Unngghhhhhh!" she comes hard in my mouth, I can see her stomach churning as I grab her hips to hold on while she shrieks out her joy, shimmying in my arms. "Don't stop!" she cries, and I don't, licking and sucking her until moments later I taste another surge of cream and she erupts again, her lovely thighs scissoring wildly around my face. As they continue to spasm, Lindsay stares ahead, wide-eyed, half at me, half at nothing, absorbing the pleasure that's soaring through her body. Then at last it's over, little tremors still wracking her, her breath coming in deep, frantic gasps, until she finally heaves a long, contented sigh, a huge smile glowing on her face. "Oh god, that was good. You're worth whatever we're paying you." Looking at Brit, she adds, "It was fun calling Sam, too. I should of called her back and let her hear me cum." Lindsay and Brit both laugh at her mischievousness. "Nah," Britney adds, "she woulda' got off on that," and they laugh again. We relax for a while, enjoying the post-orgasmic glow, but not for long. Soon we're back at it. The rest of the night is just as wild as the beginning, if not more so. At some point, Lindsay gets the idea that Maria should join us (after noticing again that she's been listening in), and of course Britney, always looking for more adventure, agrees, To my surprise, Maria agrees, too, and before I know it she's parked the limo and I'm eating her out while the other two watch. They join in when I'm done, and lucky Maria gets the same treatment that Britney got earlier, only better, with Britney's mouth working eagerly on her boobs while Lindsay and I tend to her down below. It's a hot time for all, but especially for Maria, who cries out repeatedly in Spanish and finally leaves a huge wet spot on the limo's upholstery. It's a night I'm sure she'll never forget. We go back to Lindsay's house after that and try all the combinations that four horny girls can try, each of them thrilling and thoroughly satisfying. Our little orgy lasts until dawn, when at last we are all just too tired for any more sex. I fall asleep in a huge bed, nestled among Lindsay Lohan, Britney spears, and their lovely Mexican chauffeur. God, I love this job!