I was a relatively new professional escort when this call came. My boss wanted me to get out of my comfort zone and then your skills. I eagerly agree, there was nothing I wouldn't be willing to try. In all fairness, I just thought there was nothing I wasn't that experienced in sexual stuff either, it wasn't my boss's fault. The customer wanted to have a three-way. I actually fantasize before we about being with two men at once, but he wanted two women. I've never been with another woman before. Cheyenne, that was the other girl, she told me that she will take care of everything and I don't have to be stressed at all. I expressed my fears to her since I wasn't even into woman, but she said it's not a problem.
We met halfway to the hotel and I asked her to tell me more about the job and what should I expect.
“Well, you know, the casual stuff,” she said nonchalantly, as if I knew what she meant.
“What are the casual stuff? I've never been with a woman before,” I said, starting to get irritated.
She signed, “Probably pussy eating, possibly ass too.”
My eyes widened hearing that, and she laughed. I wasn't that bad at rimming, but I've never been close to another woman's crotch.
“Don't worry, I will try to steer it so that you won't have to do much,” she said and waved her hand dismissively.
“Thanks, that means a lot to me,” I said, and smiled lightly.
At the hotel, we quickly went to his room and Cheyenne knocked on the door.
Martin, since that was the client's name, almost immediately opened the door.
“Wow, girls, you look beautiful,” he said as a greeting and held the door for us.
He wasn’t shy at all, he must’ve seen two professional escorts at once previously.
We walked inside and took off our coats, revealing the skimpy dresses underneath. We giggled, seeing the colours we've chosen, since my dress was azure blue, and Cheyenne's was blood-red.
“Am I to expect your personalities are complete opposite, too?” Martin asked, pointing at our dresses.
We all burst out laughing; the first ice was broken, I hope there will be chemistry between us.
We went to the bedroom, and Martin played some music.
“Any preferences?” he asked, pointing to the radio.
“I can do whatever,” Cheyenne said and looked at me.
“Me too. Anything you like,” I said, hoping my voice didn't shake too much.
His choice surprised me since the music was rather romantic, and I was expecting something rock'n'roll like.
Cheyenne walked up to him and kissed him passionately, immediately swinging her arms around him. This is why three-ways are confusing, I didn’t know what to do. I stood there, uneasy, until she reached out and dragged me by my arm closer to them. She stopped kissing him and instead kissed me. It was insane! I felt her full lips on mine, and, by instinct, I opened my mouth, letting her tongue slide inside. It felt, well, different from kissing a guy, but it didn't feel bad. Her lips were softer, much more delicate, but her kiss was more passionate. I felt her hands in my hair, and unzipping the zip on the back of my dress. Martin helped her take it off, and I felt his hands grabbing my boobs. I moaned into her mouth, feeling myself getting aroused more and more. It felt so great to be touched by so many hands at once. She pushed me onto the bed, and started taking her clothes off. Martin quickly followed in her footsteps.
“What do you want to do?” Cheyenne asked him.
“I will let you lead,” he smiled, “It looks like you like it.”
She blushed and nodded. I knew for a fact she was into spanking, and I got nervous.
Once he was naked, she instructed him to sit in the middle of the bed. His member was still soft, but that wasn't going to stop any of us.
“Come on, baby, you know how to suck a lollipop,” she smiled at me, gesturing towards his crotch.
I smiled back, since giving blowjobs was actually one of my hobbies. I just loved feeling a hard cock inside my mouth, pulsating and throbbing.
At first, I started sucking on the tip and jerking him off. His dick twitched in a cute way, and I knew he was getting aroused, so I just took in the whole length, sucking and moaning.
I felt Cheyenne repositioning my legs. She made me get onto my knees and open my legs as wide as I could. Then I felt her hands on my buttocks, opening them. A shiver came over my body, against my will. Maybe I am attracted to women after all?
I couldn’t see what she was doing, but I felt warm air on my arse. At the same time, Martin finally got hard and grabbed my head. He wasn't pushing me, just making sure I keep the angle right. I started bobbing my head up and down, moaning louder and louder. I could still feel Cheyenne’s breath extremely close to my pussy. Or maybe she was going for rimming? Martin looked like someone who liked anal. I don't know why it was making me so worked up, but all I could think of was her tongue inside me, I didn’t care in which hole.
Suddenly, she backed out, I felt her hand caressing my right arse cheek.
“Do you want me to eat you out, baby?” she asked me sweetly.
I tried to answer, but my mouth was full.
“Do you want my tongue fucking your tight pussy?” she asked again and slapped my arse hard, “Answer me, you little slut.”
I tried to tell her how much I wanted it, but I couldn't. Martin chose this precise moment to start holding my head more harshly.
“I'm going to keep on spanking you until you start begging,” Cheyenne announced coldly.
She kept her word, and each hit was harder than the other. I found myself unable to breathe any more, moaning and begging for her to lick me. But she couldn't hear any of it.
Finally, when I started gagging so much that my eyes filled with tears, Martin pulled my head up. I closed my eyes, swallowing hastily and taking in deep breaths. As much as I like blowjobs, I need air too.
“No, no, no,” he opposed, “Keep your mouth open.”
He put two fingers into my mouth, but at least I could still breathe.
“I'm waiting, you whore,” Cheyenne said and spanked me again.
I whimpered, I was sure my ass was red at this point.
“Please, lick my pussy,” I begged through tears.
And then…
And then I finally felt her tongue touching my entrance. I moaned, and I wanted to beg for more. But Martin pushed his cock inside my mouth again and started relentlessly fucking my throat. Cheyenne's tongue slid in deeper, as she began eating my pussy. It shouldn't feel any different from when a guy does that, but it did. To my surprise, I liked it more than when the man did it. I don't know if this was about the skill or about the person. Perhaps I was just glad the spanking was over. I was almost sure that I wasn't bisexual. Well, maybe less than almost sure now.
After a couple of minutes, during which I came two times, Martin let me go. He slid a little lower on the bed.
“Sit on his cock,” Cheyenne ordered.
I did as I was asked, moaning as his member filled my pussy. I didn't move, since nobody told me to. She made me bent over more, and spanked me again.
“Open your ass, slut," she told me.
I did as she asked, feeling my muscles straining from the challenging position. I wasn't sure if rimming in this position was even possible. But Cheyenne was fit and there wasn't much that could stop her. I leaned back even more ignoring the pain in my legs. I wanted her tongue to slide in deeper and deeper, but she was still on licking the outside. Martin started massaging my boobs, he was clearly enjoying my new position. After a couple minutes, she stopped. And I heard a characteristic sound of a lube bottle being opened. I felt her stretching the tight ring of muscles, and tried to relax. I rarely did anal, so it was a little uncomfortable at first, but she knew how to make it feel good. Soon, she was able to fit three fingers inside, that’s when she stopped.
"Stand up and turn around," she said.
Once again, I obeyed her order. I didn't want to get spanked again.
"Good. Now let Martin fuck your small arse," she smiled and stood up from the bed.
I slowly lowered myself, and whimpered, feeling his hard, quite big member filling my still tight arsehole.
"Start moving. Are you waiting for a special invitation, you dumb slut?" Cheyenne scoffed.
She was still going through her purse, and I started to be afraid of what she was looking for. I hoped it wasn't some sort of a paddle for spanking.
I started riding Martin and with every move it felt better and better. I started moaning from pleasure, as I got used to his size and the unpleasant stretching feeling was gone.
Cheyenne finally found what she was looking for. It was a bullet vibrator, the one that connected to a remote so that you can pull it out. Martin opened his legs and she lay down in between them. Her face was inches from my pussy. She leaned forward and licked my clitoris, making the whole area twitch and pulsate.
"Don't stop riding," she instructed me.
I didn't trust my voice to answer, but resumed moving. After this, I think I'm going to be addicted to anal.
She put the vibrator inside me and even though it was still off, it immediately went deep inside me. Then, she turned it on and I had to use all my strong will not to stop and close my legs. She smiled mischievously seeing my reaction and switched it to a higher setting. She started pulling on the cord, making the bullet retreat a little, before the vibrations were pushing back deeper.
"I'm close," Martin breathed out.
Cheyenne made me bend back and started licking his balls and the base of his cock. She put two fingers inside me and pushed the vibrator down, onto the thin wall separating my pussy from my rectum.
"Fuck, yes, like this," Martin grunted, clearly pleased with her actions.
He finished soon after, uncontrollably jerking his hips and moaning. I got a little sad that he had protection on, but anal or not, it was still for our safety. I could've only imagined his hot cum filling me and making be his.
Cheyenne pulled out the vibrator and I rolled aside. She put the bullet inside her this time, and Martin smiled seeing that.
"Come one, beautiful," he said, pushing her to lie down, "Let me take care of you."
He started passionately kissing her breasts and abdomen only to dive in between her legs.
Like hypnotized, I watched him eating her pussy as if that was his last meal. She was pullling on his hair and moaning, they both behaved like wild animals in heat. As a professional escort, I saw people having sex previously, but this time I found myself unable to look away. That was the hottest thing I've ever seen.