It was her fantasy, let me put that first. Of course at first glance the idea had appealed to me as well, but she had told me it was about her and not me. Don’t ask me why, but I got a cramp in my stomach and it felt like someone squeezed my throat a little when the doorbell rang. Now there was no turning back.

Inge had picked her. She wouldn’t let me interfere with that. After all, she wouldn’t be there for my pleasure. ‘Escort girl Liza’ was in for bisexual threesomes, role play, massage and BDSM, the website said. The accompanying photo showed a young slender lady with long dark hair, dressed in nothing more than an extremely small pair of panties and a pearl necklace. I remained sitting on the couch while Inge opened the door. I heard some laughter coming from the hallway from Inge and a strange lady’s voice. I shuffled a little on the couch, licked my lips wet and wiped my hands dry on my pants.

Inge and Liza had made extensive phone calls beforehand. Because it could only be clear what we – or rather what Inge – expected: Inge would take center stage in this threesome. She would have sex with both of us. At the same time. But Liza and I would have no physical contact with each other. Inge wanted two mouths, four hands, a penis and a vulva.

“Hai. Liza,” Liza said in a thick Eastern European accent and she held out a limp hand to me, while maintaining eye contact with Inge.

“Ben,” I said and looked at her from head to toe. I couldn’t help but envision how those long legs of this escort would soon be around my friend. Liza tapped something on her phone and then put it away in a small purse. “How … um … how does this proceed?”

“You,” Inge said briskly, “you have nothing to worry about at all. I’ve arranged everything with Liza. You just have to do what we agreed on, remember?”

Yes, I remembered. I would not touch the escort – unless there was really no other way – no fingering, no fucking, no licking. A kiss might be possible, but only if the escort herself wanted it.

“Champagne then?” Without waiting for the answer, I poured three glasses a little too full and the foam ran over the rim and made a puddle on the table. “Oops, haha.”

“To a successful evening,” Inge toasted and she tapped her glass against Liza’s. They seemed to drown in each other’s eyes and the first sip was followed by the first tongue kiss. Liza was on one side of Inge and I on the other. After Inge broke free from that kiss, she turned her head and kissed me. I tasted champagne and mint that must have probably come from Liza.

Liza left no stone unturned. She kneaded one breast and let her other hand slide between my friend’s legs. Good example follows. So I grabbed Inge’s other breast and grabbed her by her nice round ass as well. Inge moaned softly. This was what she had intended. And while Liza began unbuttoning Inge’s pants, I did the same with her blouse.

There had been quite a bit of time between the first time Inge and I had talked about it and now. Inge wanted to make sure I understood what her fantasy was. And then there was the practical and logistical side of the deal. Especially the money was a thing. €600 for 4 hours, or €980 for a whole night. To me, 4 hours seemed more than enough. ‘For you, 28 seconds is enough,’ Inge had joked. We agreed on 4 hours, with an option for longer.

We plopped down on the couch. Inge pushed against my head. I took the hint and took one nipple in my mouth and let my tongue circle it gently. Liza did the same with the other nipple and our cheeks rubbed gently against each other as a result. Liza was warm. Startled, I looked at Inge for a moment. Did this fall under forbidden contact, or was this perhaps permissible? But Inge didn’t see it. She had her head in her neck and her hands were rooting through my hair and that of the escort.

Liza’s head quickly moved further down. She pulled off Inge’s panties and kissed her groin. Inge spread her legs as wide as she could and tilted her pelvis to give Liza even better access. When I wanted to kiss Inge again, she pushed me away. Her hand on my neck also led me toward her crotch, where Liza was already licking adeptly. ‘No kissing with the escort,’ was the rule. But when Inge pushed both our heads toward her crotch, it was inevitable that our tongues would battle with each other to get the best position around Inge’s clit. Inge bumped rhythmically against our mouths and a first orgasm soon presented itself.

I knew Inge. A first orgasm like that that presenting itself so quickly was usually a harbinger for more. She maneuvered herself so that Liza was at her front and I was at the back. And while Liza’s tongue worked her clit, I did the same with her rear. I pressed a finger into Inge’s wet vagina and soon Liza’s finger joined it. Inge moaned louder and louder and moved her pelvis uncontrollably.

Inge pulled me toward her again. She kissed me on my mouth and in between moaned for me to take off my pants. “I want to suck you,” she said. My cock had already gotten pretty hard from this threesome, so I didn’t let her tell me twice. With her lips and tongue around my cock, I enjoyed the view; Liza turned Inge on the couch in such a way that she had sat in soixante-neuf above her. Her beautifully trained buttocks and a tiny piece of black fabric were only a few inches away from my cock. But I knew that pussy was far from what was going to happen tonight.

Soon even Inge couldn’t keep her attention away from those mysterious little panties. She pushed me away and pulled it off, leaving all three of us now completely naked. I watched as my friend’s lips gently pressed a kiss to Liza’s tiny shaved labia. With her fingers she spread the lips and I saw the glistening moisture that Inge was slowly trying to lick away with her eyes closed. I kneaded my cock at the sight of this scene.

Suddenly Inge opened her eyes and looked at me penetratingly. I read so much in those eyes that I knew so well. ‘Don’t you dare,’ they said. Immediately followed by ‘fuck me.’ And so I took position between my friend’s legs, where the head of the escort was too. Slowly I came closer and I secretly hoped that Liza would also take my glans in her mouth for a moment before it slid into Inge’s pussy. But Liza had also understood the instructions well. She made room and just watched as I slowly slid deeper and deeper into Inge. Liza sat up straight and I saw that she tilted her pelvis, riding my friend’s face as I fucked her. Liza reached out her hand and rubbed two fingers over Inge’s clit in the same rhythm as my penetration. Faster. Even faster. Until Inge came shaking again.

Again, Inge took the reigns. She made it clear that I had to sit down on the couch. Then she straddled me with her back towards me. She took my cock in her hand and pushed it a little further back than I had expected. “My goodness, she’s pushing it into her ass!”, I remembered thinking. And that was exactly what she did. Liza got down on her knees between our legs and now began to lick Inge again. I noticed that Liza had also inserted a couple of fingers into Inge’s pussy and I tried to remember if I had ever experienced anything so horny in my life? Her tight sphincters were kneading my cock and I could clearly feel Liza’s fingers along my shaft. Inge was moaning so loudly now that I began to worry if the neighbors might hear. This time her orgasm was explosive. She seemed to keep shaking for minutes.

Exhausted, Inge dropped onto the couch. I bent over her to kiss her, when suddenly I felt Liza’s hands around my cock. Startled, I looked at her. This was not agreed upon! But Liza nodded that I could rest easy. She knew what she was doing. Deftly she began to jerk me off and she aimed my glans at Inge’s pussy. This woman was a professional. She knew exactly where to apply pressure. Not even my own hand could do this better. My seed squirted in a few violent shots right onto the clit of my sweet exhausted girlfriend, who moaned softly and hornily as she felt the warm moisture.

Liza grabbed a tissue from her purse and cleaned her mouth and hands. She looked at her phone and typed a message. “That was quick,” she said. “Do you guys want to extend to the whole night? We still have about three hours to go!?”

Inge looked at me. “I got what I wanted. What else would you like?”

Was she serious? I really would know a few more things, provided those rules were off the table! I could see from Inge’s smile that she knew exactly what I was thinking. She squeezed her eyes shut a little and nodded almost invisibly.

“I believe we want to rebook,” I said with a broad smile.

“That’s fine,” Liza said and again tapped something on her phone. Then she came to sit behind me and pressed her body against me. Her arms wrapped around me and she grabbed my semi-hard sex. “Let me guess; now it’s your turn?” I laughed, too. Partly at that ridiculous Eastern European accent and partly at what was to come. Inge laughed too and nodded.

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” Inge said “we have some more fun toys there.”