AUTHOR’S NOTE: This story is essentially a sequel to two of my other stories, “Serving Jessica” and “Lesbian Call Girl — The Stylist”. I think this one actually stands well on its own, but if you want some of the backstory, read those two stories first.

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As Amanda worked on my hair, I was impressed by her professionalism and discretion. Despite the fact that I had seduced her, and that we had subsequently taken her to my bed a number of times, she invariably treated me publicly like any other of her clients at the salon. Anyone watching us would have no clue that I was going down on her on a regular basis.

To date, that’s all we’d done – me on her. Amanda never showed any interest in returning the favor, but that was okay with me. I was the first woman she’d been with, and sometimes it takes a while. And even if she never did, I still really enjoyed doing her, making her cum. Amanda was a doll – tall, cute, and adventurous, three traits that at all times attract me. Plus, she was young, in her early twenties, and frequently horny, which added to her appeal.

But as she worked on my hair today, I had other things on my mind. I had an appointment with my original celebrity client, Jessica Simpson. Of course, she wasn’t really a client per se, since there would be no charge for my services. My relationship with Jessica goes way back, back to the time I was working as her summer intern, and subsequently became essentially her sex slave. And it was Cacee, Jessica’s best friend and personal assistant, who saw my potential (and experienced my skills first-hand), and got me set up in my current profession. Anyway, to make a long story short, at our parting I told them both that if they ever felt the need for some good oral love, I’d be there for them. Both of them had taken me up on my offer several times, though it had been a while now since I’d seen either of them.

Amanda broke my train of wondered as she asked, “So, what’s up for you the rest of today?” It was just idle conversation, but I was feeling naughty, so I answered her truthfully, “Oh, I’m meeting a client right after this.”

Amanda got wide-eyed at that, then burst into a big grin. It was the reaction I expected. I had confided in Amanda about my profession and some of my clients. In fact, it was at least partially how I had seduced her, and she was at all times fascinated by my adventures, though I actually told her very little.

“Who?” she asked in a low voice. “Please tell me.”

I knew I should be discrete, but I couldn’t withstand. I had her bend in so I could whisper in her ear, “It’s Jessica Simpson.”

Again the wide-eyed amazement. “Nooooooo!!!” she blurted out, before catching herself and lowering her voice. “She was you first, right?”

I nodded, and she added in a whisper, “God, she’s so hot. Are you excited?” I started to answer, but before I could, she continued, “Damn, I’d love to see you do that, Want an observer?” She giggled at her own question.

“Uh, no,” I responded, “I don’t think that would work. These are private affairs.”

Amanda blushed, embarrassed by her boldness. “Oh yeah, sure, I know. Just a thought.”

We went back to the company at hand — my hair — and didn’t raise the topic again, though I could tell Amanda was distracted, like she was picturing the scene in her head. And then, finally, she raised it one more time as I was leaving. “Have fun,” she said with a knowing look. “And if you change your mind about … you know what, let me know.” Then she gave me funny smile and a look to tell me she was just playing around.

Once I left the salon, I waited on the corner where Jessica said she’d pick me up. She was a little late, but eventually pulled up in a gigantic SUV with tinted windows all around. She honked the horn to get my attention, then lowered the passenger window and leaned over with a big, warm smile. “Hey Leenie!!!” she called, using the pet name she had bestowed on me way back when. “Hop in!”.

I got in and immediately looked Jessica over. I was, frankly, utterly amazed. Jessica looked incredible. Despite now being over forty, she looked just as good as she did in her mid-twenties. Dressed oh so casually in cutoffs and tight crop-top, she was trim and fit, her legs shapely and athletic, her bare midriff firm and flat. And her boobs! My god, if anything, her boobs had grown even larger with age. They were spilling out of that crop-top. Maybe that’s what having three kids will do to them. In any case, she looked wonderful.

As I was buckling my seatbelt Jess reached over to affectionately squeeze my thigh. “How ya been, hun?” Without waiting for a reply, she continued, unable to suppress her enthusiasm. “We’re gonna have fun today, aren’t we, babe? I’ve been thinking about this for days, about you and that killer tongue of yours.” Another squeeze, with a lecherous smile. “My panties are already wet from thinking it!”

Well, I was delighted by her eagerness, though caught a bit off guard by its intensity. “Same here,” I replied simply. It was true. After seeing her half-exposed curves and feeling her enthusiasm, I could feel my own pussy getting wet as I wondered about doing her. Yes, we were gonna have fun, her from the pleasure I’d give her and me from giving it. She really did look delicious. I couldn’t wait to get my hands – and my mouth – on her.

I continued to ogle her, sneaking looks at her boobs and crotch as we chit-chatted idly on the way to the hotel. At some point, however, I offhandedly mentioned Amanda’s interest in joining us, assuring Jessica (falsely) that I never revealed her name, and dismissing the idea as ridiculous. But Jessica’s reaction was not what I expected. “Oh yeah?” she said… “Really?” She was silent for a long moment, thinking. Then, her eyes sparkling, “You know, that might be fun. She’s young … and cute, right? And I assume she’d be discreet?”

“Uh… yeah, of course. I’m sure she would be. But don’t get the wrong idea. Amanda’s not like me. The times I’ve been with her, it’s strictly been me doing her. Nothing from her in return.”

Jessica gave me a humored look. “Well, imagine that,” she replied sarcastically, “just you eating pussy. What a surprise! No, seriously, if she just wants to watch, that might be fun. I’ll bet she’d get herself off while she did. That would be extra hot.” Noticing my surprised expression, she added, “Hey, I’m a performer at heart, you know, a natural exhibitionist.” She flashed a big smile.

I was obviously skeptical, but Jessica was persistent, and when she wants something, she invariably gets her way. So, in a few minutes, I was on the phone to Amanda.

“Hey. So, I’m with Jessica now, and I just mentioned our conversation about you joining us to watch … And she’s interested. What do you think?”

There was a long pause on Amanda’s end. Either she was considering the offer, or she was shocked that it was made. Probably both. Finally, she blurted out, “Well… uh, yeah yeah … Oh, Hell yeah!!!” A somewhat nervous laugh followed.

Amanda was just finishing up at the salon, so I told her to wait outside for us. Jessica drove back there to pick her up. It wasn’t far, but all the way there, Jessica kept looking over at me and flashing these impish grins. She was clearly excited about Amanda.

Jess spotted Amanda first. “That’s her there, right? Wow, she’s a big girl, isn’t she?”

“Yeah, I think she’s five-ten or so.”

“Gosh, she a regular Amazon. A cute Amazon!”

Jessica pulled to the curb and unlocked the doors to let Amanda into the back seat. “Hi. Uh… I’m Amanda,” she said nervously. She seemed a bit star-struck.

“Hey, Amanda. Nice to meet you.” Jessica gave her a big smile and a suggestive wink in the rear view mirror as she added, “Soooo… you ready to have some fun?”

Amanda hardly responded. She was flustered and flushed. “Uh, yeah, I guess,” she muttered. Then she found her smile. “Sure.”

Jessica, still observing her in the mirror, chuckled at her hesitancy. “Well, believe me, sweetie, we’re going to have fun.” She added a big wink for emphasis, then focused on driving.

About 15 minutes later, we got to the hotel, where Jessica gave an exorbitant tip to the valet parking guy, who discreetly took no notice of his trendy customer and her not at all trendy companions. We strode through the lobby, Jessica leading the way. As we did so, Amanda turned to me and whispered, “This is so hot. I can’t believe you’re … you’re going to eat her out.” I gave her a smug look. Believe it, dear,” I quietly replied, “I am gonna eat her out, pussy and ass … and anything else she wants. It’s what I do.”

Jessica must have heard us, because she turned around with a playful smile. “Hey, you girls aren’t talkin’ about me behind my back, are you?”

“No, Jess” I assured her, “just admiring your rear end.”

She flashed a big smile and lightly slapped her butt. “Yeah, it’s looking pretty good, isn’t it?” It definitely did.

We took the elevator up to Jessica’s suite, where high-end hors d’oeuvres and several bottles of white wine awaited us on ice. Jessica had apparently checked in earlier and ordered room service.

“Help yourselves, girls,” she said. “We can order more wine if we need it (with a smiling look toward Amanda) – for our ‘unexpected guest’. May not need it though. Personally, it doesn’t take much to give me a buzz.”

We relaxed a bit, sampling the hors d’oeuvres and the wine while making small talk, ignoring for the moment the anticipatory tension that hung in the air. Finally, with an impish grin, Jessica stood up and broke the ice. “What you say we get started, girls? Time to get naked!” And with that, she started tearing off her clothes as she traveled down the hallway. By the time she reached the bedroom door, she was completely naked, her buttcheeks flip-flopping enticing as she moved. “Well, come on, ladies! Don’t be shy!” she cried, waving us forward.

As Amanda and I entered the room, Jess was preparing the bed. It was a king, with tons of white pillows, which she was mounding up at the headboard. Once that was ready, she nestled into it, getting comfortable, ready to be pleasured.

My god, she looked incredible. Her trim, tan body lay open and ready against the pure white background of the pillows, her legs relaxed and slightly apart, her thick, blonde hair cascading lazily down over her breasts, full and creamy, topped by large, pink nipples that were already poking out with desire. The only part of her that I couldn’t really see was the part I wanted most – that juicy treat between her legs. But that problem was quickly solved. Catching me looking, Jessica brought her knees up so her feet were flat on the bed. And then, oh so slowly, and with a sly grin, she opened her legs to reveal what I wanted to see. It had the intended, arousing effect on me, and just to my left I heard Amanda gasp with surprise and excitement.

“Well what are you waiting for, Leenie? I’m so ready. Come here and do your thing.”

I needed no further encouragement. In a flash, I was out of my clothes and on the bed, crawling up between Jessica’s legs until we were face to face. “Can I have a kiss?” I asked hopefully.

She seemed caught off-guard by my request, but quickly recovered. “Sure, babe. Come here.” Her right hand went behind my head to pull me in, and our mouths met, easily at first, then more hungrily, our tongues swirling wetly over one another. I felt a shiver run up my spine, but then, too soon for me, she pulled away.

“Damn, girl, you do have a tongue! It’s gonna feel so good when you’re down on me.”

That was my cue to get started. I moved from her mouth to her neck, nuzzling there, licking lightly over her skin. She responded with a quiet “Mmmmm”, and I did it some more, moving briefly up to her ear, then down to her shoulder, and then to her left breast. I held it in my hand and rubbed my face in its velvety softness before taking the nipple into my mouth, sucking gently on it, feeling it stiffen as I did so.

I took a breast in each hand, as best I could, at least. They were each easily more than a handful. I sucked them both, going back and forth between them. Jessica seemed to enjoy my attention. She sighed and uttered another “Mmmmm”, adding, “That feels really good. I think my boobies are more sensitive than they used to be.” Meanwhile, Amanda had settled into a chair and was intently watching our scene unfold.

I worshipped her breasts for a while longer, but it was time to move on. After one last, deep suck, I left her boobs and slowly eased downward. Immediately, I could feel her stomach muscles tensing under my mouth. A quiet whimper escaped her lips as her eyes half-closed. She twitched slightly as my tongue burrowed lovingly into her navel. I stayed there a while, kissing and licking over her abdomen. Then, finally, I moved down.

Jessica’s legs parted easily to let me in. I knew she wanted me to eat her, to give her the pleasure that she came for, but I wasn’t ready. I knew if I dragged this out, drove her crazy with anticipation, it would be even better in the end. So, though I wanted it as much as she did, I stayed clear of her needy cunt, concentrating instead on the supple flesh of her thighs. I took a long, wet lick up the length of the left one, drawing another pathetic whimper of desire from her. Then I moved to the right one, which she quickly raised up, her toes pointing to the ceiling as I gave it the same treatment.

I continued to tease her mercilessly, placing delicate kisses and licks up and down the backs of her legs, then her inner thighs, coming closer to her quim on each trip, but never quite reaching it. Her thighs clenched and trembled delightfully each time I got close. Her pussy was already deliciously wet. I could smell it. Suddenly she blurted out, “Come on! Do it!”, and I knew it was time.

Moving in close, I parted her labia with my thumbs to expose the sensitive flesh inside. My nostrils were immediately filled with the scent of aroused pussy. God, it was so hot. And even hotter was the vision before me, a cleft of moist, pink succulence that I couldn’t wait to taste. My head moved forward to place a soft, open-mouthed kiss over the center of her hole, drawing a heartfelt “Mmmmmm, yeah” from Jess. Creamy juices stuck to my lips. I kissed her there again, and again, finally swirling my tongue around the edges of her labia, drawing some of her delicious nectar into my mouth. Jessica moaned quietly, “Oh yeah,” and I felt her shiver in response to my actions.

Jessica’s hand came gently to my head. She was eager for me to really do her, to stop teasing. By that time, I was just as eager myself. I dove in, opening my mouth wide to cover her entire opening, then sucking deeply on her cunt, drawing the soft flesh and fluids into my mouth. Jessica responded with a slight uplift and a long, low growl, and I sucked some more – two, three, four times, swirling my tongue around at the same time. Her hips came up off the bed, and her hands gripped my head fiercely. “Awww, god,” she cried. “Finally!” I sucked her again, this time adding more licking action at the very center of her hole. She groaned and trembled, her hips gyrating lazily into my mouth. “Fuck, girl,” she murmured dreamily, “you do know how to eat pussy.” Of course, she was right – years of experience had honed my skills, starting with those long nights spent with my head between Jessica’s legs. But it still made me feel good to hear her say it. It made me even more eager to please her.

Meanwhile, out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Amanda had loosened her belt and lowered her zipper. Her eyes were fixed on us, her mouth hanging open, her hand down the front of her pants, getting busy.

I licked Jessica slowly, with long, luxurious swipes up and down the length of her gash, going in deeper with each upward pass. Jessica relaxed deeper into the pillows and moaned quietly, her eyes half-closed, her body limp, her legs open, just lying back and enjoying the feeling of my mouth on her private parts. This is how it always was with Jessica. She liked it slow and easy, to be teased and worshipped for a long, long time before eventually being brought to orgasm. It could be an extended effort, but I never minded, not at all. I loved eating her, loved her incredible body and the feel of her warm, moist flesh against my lips, the taste of her juices in my mouth. And I loved the way she responded to my labors, enthusiastic in her quest for pleasure, for those exquisite, body-wracking orgasms that I happily gave her, over and over again.

I let my tongue roam languorously over her swollen lips, savoring the experience. Jessica savored it, too, and she emitted an irregular but steady flow of contented whimpers and groans as I serviced her. Her hands gripped the sheets and her hips started to move more aggressively, up and down, ever so slowly, sensuously, matching the rhythm of my licks.

I slipped my hand under her to hold her warm, soft, buttcheeks while I pushed my tongue all the way inside her, opening my mouth wide to go as deep as I could. Jessica let out an intense groan, spread her legs wider, and grabbed my head, trying to get me even farther inside her. I licked around inside her, wiggling and swirling in her wet cunt, scooping up the copious cream I found there. Jessica was looking down at me, intently watching as I ate her. Inspired, I pulled away momentarily and made a point of obviously swallowing her cream as she watched. She smiled at that, leered actually. “Damn. You’re such a slut. I love it,” She had always liked the domme-sub undertones of our “relationship”, the knowledge that I would do almost anything she wanted, and that hadn’t changed.

I licked her like that for 15-20 minutes, teasing her lips and her clit, occasionally diverting my tongue down to swirl over her ultra-sensitive asshole, each time drawing a delighted “Mmmm” or “Oh yeah,” from her. Meanwhile, off in the corner, Amanda was watching us and furiously masturbating. I could hear her moans and the clicking sound of her fingers working in her wet folds. That definitely added to the heat, but I was focused on Jessica. I had already brought her to the edge of climax several times, going back and forth between her cunt and her asshole, but each time easing off before she got there. I was teasing her mercilessly, but she loved it. Finally, though, it was time to finish, to make Jessica cum. I took several broad tongue-swipes around the edges of her opening and then landed on her clit. At the same time, I moved my hand between her cheeks to slip my middle finger up into her butthole, something I knew from experience would get to her.

I was right. As soon as my finger went up her ass, she cried out “Ohhhh! Oh my god. Fuck… Yes!!!” and started to go. I sucked on her clit as my finger rooted around in her bottom. Her legs clamped around my head and her body shimmied as the tremors passed through her. At the same time, she grabbed my head and jammed my face into her drooling cunt, wiping her pussy across my mouth, yelling continuously, “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” as her pelvis experienced a series of brief, violent jerks.

I stayed with her (as if I had a choice) through it all, and she finally released her grip on my head and fell back. I knew it was a good orgasm, but now I realized it was a great one. Jess had a faraway look in her eyes, her legs were still trembling, and her hips twitched occasionally with after-bursts of pleasure. She stroked her pussy gently, as if to calm it down, or perhaps recalling the sensations she’d just experienced. “Damn, that was good, Leenie,” she breathed. “I love how you make me cum.” A blissful smile filled her face. She looked more beautiful than ever.

As Jessica relaxed, I overheard Amanda’s stifled cries as she got herself off from watching us. I’m pretty sure it was the second or third time she’d cum. Jessica must have heard Amanda, too, because she looked over at her and flashed her sweetest smile. “How you doin’ over there, sweetie? Did you enjoy that? Did you enjoy watching Leenie get me off? Hey, you don’t have to just sit over there and watch, you know. Why don’t you come over here and go down on me yourself? I’d really like that.”