The Escort and Her Rival

It was a hot summer night, and the luxury apartment I had rented for the meeting smelled of expensive perfume and sexual tension. The client—an attractive, successful man with a dangerous smile—was lounging on the wide couch, a glass of whiskey in his hand. His eyes darted from me to her… and back again.
I was in a short, form-fitting black dress with a plunging neckline that promised everything. She—my rival—was wearing a fiery red dress, just as short, with thin straps that barely held her full breasts. Her blond hair fell in waves over her shoulders, and her gaze was provocative, almost defiant.
“So…” the client said in a low, amused voice. I was told that you two were the best. But you’ve never met… together.
I smiled slowly, approaching him. She did the same from the opposite side.
“We haven’t met,” I confirmed, “but I know all about her. She’s been my rival for years. The one who’s always trying to take my clients… and my attention.”
She laughed softly, a soft, provocative sound.
“And you’re the one who thinks you’re the boss. The one who thinks no one can beat you when it comes to pleasure.”
The client leaned back, visibly aroused by the tension between us.
“Then show me. Show me how much you hate each other… and how well you can work together.”
I moved closer to her first. I grabbed her waist and pulled her toward me until our breasts touched. My lips touched her ear.
“Let’s show her how well we know how to share a man,” I whispered.
She didn’t back down. She grabbed me by the nape of my neck and kissed me hard, her tongue invading my mouth with a competitive lust. The kiss was hard, hot, full of rivalry. Her hands slid down my back and pulled the zipper of my dress. The black material slid to the floor, leaving me in nothing but black lace.
I responded in kind—I ripped off the straps of her red dress, revealing her round breasts and already firm nipples. I took one in my mouth, sucking it hard as she moaned and dug her nails into my shoulders.
The client watched us, breathing heavily.
We moved toward him. I got on one knee between his legs, and she on the other. We both began to unbutton his pants. When his hard member emerged, we briefly looked at each other—a moment of pure competition.
I took the first initiative. I licked him slowly from the base to the tip, then took him deep into my mouth. She didn't sit idly by – she started licking his balls, her tongue playfully sliding around, while my hand rhythmically masturbated the part that wasn't in my mouth.
The client moaned loudly, her fingers digging into our hair.
— God… you two are incredible together.
After a few minutes we switched places. She took him deep, with quick, wet movements, while I kissed his abdomen and caressed the inside of his thighs. Then we kissed again on top of him, our lips wet and tongues intertwined, while our hands masturbated him together.
He couldn't resist anymore.
— On the bed, she ordered in a hoarse voice.
We moved to the huge bed. I sat on top of him first, riding him slowly, taking him inside me with a long moan. She sat on top of his face, facing me. As he licked her lustfully, she and I kissed again, our breasts rubbing against each other, our hands exploring each other.
The pace quickened. I was rising and falling on him with force, squeezing him inside me. She moaned loudly, her hips moving against his mouth. Her hands gripped my breasts, pinching my nipples, while I did the same with hers.
The tension between us was becoming unbearable – the rivalry was turning into pure pleasure.
When she reached orgasm first, she arched her back, trembling violently, moaning the client’s name. I accelerated, feeling myself approaching the limit. The client grabbed my hips and began to thrust into me from below, fast and deep.
We exploded together – me with a long, intense moan, him filling me with his hot cum.
The three of us collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily. My rival and I looked at each other over his body – there was no longer any hatred in our eyes, just lazy satisfaction and a silent promise: “Next time… it’ll be even more intense.”
The client smiled, stroking our backs.
— I think we found the winner… both of us.