A Very Speical Threesome

As many of you know, I started escorting when I was at uni and I loved it. I did it on and off for 10 years and only stopped earlier this year. it was the right time and the right thing to do, but I’m not going to pretend I didn’t love it, or that I miss aspects of it. But while in my final year of uni, and now a seasoned professional, I met Abi. Abi was a Post Grad student, 2 years older than me, confident, beautiful, a little shorter than me with dyed red hair and a firm, committed lesbian. We hit it off right away and after bumping into each other a few times on nights out and enjoying passionate, steamy snogs on the dance-floor in front of many excited guys, we started seeing each other.

Early on I told her that I escorted and whilst not thrilled about it, she accepted it as my choice. However, there were a couple of requests she had, that we discussed for a few weeks and I eventually agreed to. The first of which was that I only let guys cum in my mouth. This was an interesting one and it took me a while to get my head around. Why did it matter where a guy came? They almost always wore condoms and so it’s not like she had the worry of tasting their cum from my cunt or ass. The way she explained it was that she wanted my pussy to be hers… she knew she couldn’t stop clients fucking my pussy (although I did go for 2 months with oral and anal only for her as a birthday present) but she wanted to know that no guy had the pleasure of feeling what it would be like, even inside a rubber, to cum inside my pussy. The other request was that sometimes she could be with me while I saw clients. not all the time, but occasionally. She wanted to experience what I was like with a guy so she could get closer to me.

The second of these was an immediate yes. Clearly very few clients would have a problem being watched by a beautiful woman who was getting off on seeing her partner fucked by him… although at this point it was unclear whether she was going to play a more active role. But the first one I was a little worried about. How would the agency I worked for feel about this? Would clients have an issue with it. We discussed it and I deliberated, but in the end I said I’d speak to the agency and see what they said. By this time I had quite a few regulars and equally didn’t want to piss them off and lose what had become a rather lucrative income, as well as being a lot of fun.

As it turned out, the agency didn’t care at all. They stated they’d have to tell clients and that may mean fewer bookings but that a few girls had their own quirks, likes and dislikes and that this was just another of those. The really surprising reaction was when I started to tell regulars. The compromise, if you can call it that, I made was that I would let all of the regulars cum in my mouth without a condom for no extra fee. Each of my regulars (and they ranged from a guy who claimed to be 18 but really I doubt if he was much older than 16 who came from a very rich family) to a married guy in his early 60s, all expressed intrigue and even excitement. A couple even thanked me for offering a service that controlled where they could cum!

So from that point on, my mouth was the only place a client (and by virtue of the fact that I was with Abi and not in the habit of cheating on her), all guys) could cum. I’m not going to lie… relying on a guy to know when he is about to cum, pull out, whip his condom off and slip his cock in my mouth was not an easy feat of logistics. I failed on many occasions in the first few weeks with guys either cumming in their condom inside me before they could pull out, to cumming in or on the condom as they attempted to pull it off, or splashing my face with their cum before I could accept them into my waiting and willing mouth. But over time, I became really good at anticipating the signs of when a guy was getting close, but not too close to cumming… maneuvering him out of me, erotically removing the condom and then expertly taking him into my mouth to reward him with an exquisite blowjob, our eyes locked together as Latoya demonstrates above and the knowledge that his hot, sticky cum was making its way down my throat.

After doing this for a few weeks and discussing it with clients, it became clear that, given the risks, the best thing to do was for them all to get a cert to prove they were clean and then just fuck me bareback. So that’s what we did… no nasty condoms and some piece of mind (and a lot of lovely cum) for me.

What does all this have to do with today’s gorgeous image I hear you ask? Well, I’m getting to that. Remember the second request Abi had, well after a couple of weeks, I introduced the idea to a couple of select clients. I made it clear that Abi was not an escort, that she wouldn’t be interacting with them or me during the session, that she would just be watching and, hey, if they were really lucky, she might even get turned on. The reaction was kind of as I’d predicted… one of them even said “Oh my god, that’s perfect. How much extra?” I feel like I missed a trick there!!

So after chatting with Abi and agreeing between us which client would be best for this first experience, I started to get rather turned on by the idea. As I said, she was a confirmed Lesbian, though not a man hater, and made it clear to me (and wanted me to make it clear to clients) that she wouldn’t be touching them. “Yep, no interaction” I confirmed… “Just tell them I won’t be touching them” she reiterated. I didn’t really notice the subtle difference at the time. We decided that a Hotel based Out-call was best for this and my client was more than happy to oblige. So as we arrived at the rather posh Brighton seafront hotel, Abi was cool as you like in a just above knee length skirt, long sleeved top and flat shoes. Her hair down, her glasses on… she looked every inch the innocent academic… albeit a very sexy one. You would never have guessed she was headed to a hotel room to watch a guy pay to fuck her girlfriend. But hell, I knew and it was exciting the shit out of me.

I was wearing long grey socks up to my knees, a tartan skirt that reached just below my bum, a white blouse and pale blue cotton undies (this particular client had a penchant for innocent, schoolgirl like outfits). As we rode the lift up to the 5th floor Abi squeezed my hand and reached her hand up under my skirt to stroke the crotch of my knickers. As I let out a small gasp she lifted her fingers up to the light… there was clearly a trace of moisture on them. Was I really that wet already? “You seem in the mood” she whispered to me, patting me on the bum as I walked out of the lift.

I knocked on the door and as Abi stood to one side it opened. “Hey hun” said my client, who for the purposes of this retelling, we will call Steve (though obviously that isn’t his real name). I gave him a kiss on the lips and, still holding Abi’s hand, I pulled her gently in front of the door. “Steve this is Abi, my girlfriend” I purred, reveling in the pride and excitement I felt at saying those words to a guy I knew would shortly be enjoying me in the most intimate way possible. “Hi Abi, come on in” Steve said. After closing the door, Steve poured us a drink each from the extremely generous min bar and we chatted for a few minutes. Steve was lovely, mid 40’s married but a real gentleman with a fantastic sense of humour, a really handsome face and an average sized cock which fit perfectly in my ass, a place he was very keen to visit whenever we were together. He and Abi seemed to get on pretty well and any reservations or nerves I had about how the evening was going to unfold melted away.

After discreetly handing me an envelope of cash which I slipped into my bag without checking (he was never short, sometimes he gave me fantastic tips) we turned to the matter in hand. “Where would you like to sit Abi?” Steve asked and motioned towards a chair that he had clearly placed near the bed so Abi had. a good view but not so near that she might inadvertently become involved. “That looks great” she said and after Steve confirmed that he was aware she wouldn’t be participating he finished with “But feel free to shout encouragement from the sidelines” which drew a hearty laugh from Abi. When she was seated and comfortable, Steve went into the bathroom and I crept over to Abi, whispering “are you ok? Still ok with this?” Abi, opened her bag and pulled a little purple vibe, no more than 10 cms long out… her favourite go to travel vibe and probably the most used of her relatively extensive (though not in comparison to mine) toy collection. “I think I’m going to enjoy myself… make sure you put on a good show” she whispered and kissed me long and hard before pushing me away and settling into a prim stance on the seat, the little vibe off and hidden in the palm of her hand.

Steve emerged from the bathroom in his boxer shorts, looking tanned, fit and very pleased with himself. “Come here gorgeous” he called and I slowly sauntered over to him, trying to look both innocent and dirty at the same time… A look I like to think I have subsequently mastered. “Hey daddy” I coo’ed to him as I reached him. At 6’4 he towered over my little 5’6 frame and that was part of what made our sessions and the role plays we so often performed so sexy for both of us. “How’s my little girl?” he whispered as I looked up at him. “Horny” I whispered back in my breathiest, sexiest voice.

We began kissing and the next 10 minutes seemed to disappear in a blur. From kissing, to me rubbing his cock through his boxers to me falling to my knees, freeing him and taking him deep into my throat… his hands on the back of my head, willing his cock deeper, my squeezing his muscular ass, standing up and kissing him again whilst i held on tightly to his cock with one hand and gently stoked his face with the other… I was truly taken up in the moment. As he sat back on the bed and turned on some music, I began a slow, sensual strip tease that small me slowly remove first my blouse, then my bra, but keep my socks, knickers and skirt on… just the way he liked it. sitting up on the bed, he pulled me too him and spent a few seconds looking at. my small but (I like to think) perfectly formed boobs before pulling me roughly towards his face so that he could suck on first one then the other nipple. I love my nipples being sucked… hard… just as I do my ample pussy lips… so its fair to say in very little time I was emitting a series of low moans, my vision blurring slightly as I resisted the urge to touch myself through my cotton knickers. He liked to dictate the pace of my arousal and I loved it!