As a professional escort, I preferred to work alone, but today my friend Audrey was joining me for a duo booking. I liked her, and we did a few naughty things before, so I didn’t mind as much. Our client asked for a role play, he wanted us to be hot cheerleaders. I was thrilled, since I always wanted to be a cheerleader, well, maybe not like this, but still. He bought us uniforms and left them at the reception desk, of course in discreet packaging. The hotel room he rented out was big and it had a separate living area. We agreed to change in the small entryway and then join him in the main room, which we would pretend is a locker room. The rest we would improvise, that was a great thing about threesomes, more heads to come up with fun ideas.
I met with Audrey beforehand to talk through the details, and we came to an understanding. We took a taxi to the Gloucester Road Hotel hotel and easily passed through the reception. The uniforms looked to be high quality, almost too good to pass as a school handout. We quickly changed, trying to remain as quiet as possible, and went to meet our client.
“Wow, that’s a surprise,” I giggled, seeing him sprawled on the couch.
“I thought I would wait for you to finish practice,” he smirked and stood up.
“What for?” Audrey asked, placing her hand on her hip.
“You’re probably tired, right? I can give you girls a massage,” he offered.
“Both of us? Can you handle it?”
“Oh, baby, you have no idea how much I can handle.”
His confident smile made us look at each other and giggle.
He started massaging Audrey, while I sat next to her and waited patiently. She made me turn to face her and winked. I looked at her, confused, but she grabbed my neck and pulled me to kiss her.
Her soft, full lips felt so much different than my clients, and I gladly deepened the kiss. She was a great kisser, but she pulled away too fast for my liking. I wanted to protest, but instead she opened her legs and pulled up her skirt.
With a wide smile, I fell to my knees and slid her panties down. Her pussy glistened in the light; she was already wet. As a professional escort, most of my clients are male, with an occasional threesome, but I had my fair share of girl-on-girl experience throughout my adolescent years. I kissed her left thigh, then the right. Then, I lightly blew air on her clit.
She moaned and opened her legs even further.
“Baby, my tits are lonely,” she said to our client, who quickly fixed his mistake, taking her top off and sucking on her left breast, “Oh, fuck, yes!” she commented.
I licked her entrance, before tongue kissing it, just like her pussy lips were her actual mouth. She tasted sweet, I wanted to taste more. I started eating her out, moaning loudly and touching myself with my free hand.
After a while, I heard her say something to the client, but I didn’t care enough to register the words. The tight muscles, squeezing my tongue, were all I could concentrate on.
He stood up and walked from behind me, I felt his warm hands sliding my panties down. He checked my pussy with his fingers first, and I bent more in response, I was definitely ready for a good breeding.
Then, he grabbed my hips, tugging at the skin, and forced me into the position. I had to arch my back even more, to make my pussy available for him and keep my tongue in Audrey's sweet hole at the same time.
I felt the head of his cock tapping against my pulsating entrance, before he finally slid himself inside. As a professional escort, I was used to men in various different sizes, but his cock was quite big. It wasn’t thick, but curved and long, the perfect combination. I tried to push my hips onto him, but he was holding me in place in an iron grasp.
His tempo was painfully slow at first, but I couldn’t do anything to make him go faster. I wanted to beg, but Audrey was holding my head down. All I could do was moan, and I was extorting this right. Fortunately, he sped up after a while, power-drilling my hungry pussy. I came at least two times, before he pulled out, to my huge disappointment.
He grabbed a pillow and threw it on the floor.
“Lie down,” he told me, wiping the sweat off his forehead.
I did as he told me, using the pillows to prep my bottom up. Audrey eagerly kneeled over my face.
“Lie down,” he told me, wiping the sweat off his forehead.
I did as he told me, using the pillows to prep my bottom up. Audrey eagerly kneeled over my face.
He pulled my legs up and onto his shoulders, and started fucking me again.
My tongue was still working her pussy, I could barely move. All I could do was push it in and out, and breathe through my nose. I continued tongue-fucking her, faster and faster, as I felt her tightening. It was obvious, she was close to orgasm, and so was I. Unfortunately, our customer stopped pounding me right before I could come. Audrey finished on my face, pushing her tasty pussy down so hard it hurt.
She stood up, her legs were shaking, but she didn't seem to mind. Maybe my work as a professional escort was limited to men, but that didn’t mean I’m a bad pussy pleaser.
“Alright-y, baby,” she told our client, “It's your turn to feel good.”
She gestured to the couch and he sat down.
She looked at me, “Rim job or blowjob?”
I hesitated, I didn't mind either. Actually, I liked giving rim jobs, but since I just ate her pussy, my tongue was already quite tired.
“Blowjob,” I decided.
Who doesn’t like a deepthroat?
She nodded and kneeled in front of our client.
I got on the couch. And started jerking his cock, as Audrey licked his arse.
He was uncut, which I preferred, so I took the condom off and started playing with his foreskin. First, I tongued it, pushing the foreskin and putting my tongue inside it to caress the sensible tip. Then, I even gently bit it.
I started licking the whole length, paying extra attention to the delicate underside. I was a professional escort, good blowjobs were my speciality. My lips slowly ran down his shaft, sucking on it. I put him in my mouth, struggling a little because of his length. I took about half of his manhood inside me the first time, before I had to back out. Before, when he was fucking me, I loved how curved it was, but now it was making the blowjob harder. Pulling my head back, I let my tongue drag along his cock, at least I pretended I stopped the deepthroating attempt on purpose. But, I wasn’t about to give up.
I took more of his cock in my mouth each time I bobbed my head. The curve was painfully pushing at the back of my throat, but I wanted to make him feel good. I grabbed his hand and placed it on my head. It would be easier for me to just concentrate on keeping my mouth open and breathing. He grabbed my head and pushed it down. I relaxed and opened up my throat, feeling him filling me. My pitiful deepthroating turned into a face fuck. My only worry was to keep my mouth wide open and move my tongue from time to time.
I looked down at Audrey's head. She was busy moaning and kissing his arsehole, apparently she enjoyed rim jobs too. I turned my attention to his ball sack. My lips were all over his balls, kissing, gently biting and sucking on them. For some reason, I always liked this part of male anatomy.
“You should share!” Audrey protested.
I sucked on his left ball while she took the right one into her mouth. Then we slowly, in perfect synchronisation, even though it was not scripted, moved up and dragged our lips alongside his shaft just to the tip, where we kissed, keeping the head in the middle of our lips. It wasn't easy, and our noses bumped, but despite my rich professional escort experience, this was still the hottest moment of my career. After that, Audrey went back to pleasing his arse, and I started deepthroating again.
He reached to my pussy, fingering me again, I slightly opened my legs, giving him easy access. It was rare, but he was excellent at that.
I finished first, and he came soon after, filling my mouth. I didn’t swallow, waiting for Audrey. That part we agreed on earlier. She looked up at me, smiling from ear to ear. We kissed passionately, and I spat the cum into her mouth. The kiss got longer and longer, and the longer it was, the messier. His seed spewed out of our lips and onto our breasts, but we still kissed. When we finally parted, both out of breath, I looked at him. He was still staring at us in poor awe.
“Fuck,” he uttered, “I love you, girls.”