Speaker 1: I needed a break from living in the middle of nowhere,
so I drove to LA and decided to stay a
few days. Check the place out. Kind of crazy, but
what the hell? I was twenty two, blonde and curvy.
La felt like the place to be. The Hollywood sun
beat down, oppressive and bright, a far cry from the gentle,
consistent chill of Minnesota. I'd needed air, real air, not
the recycled hotel kind. So I'd driven up higher and
higher until the city sprawled below like a glittering, chaotic dream.
The houses here were perched on cliffs, modern fortresses with
impossible views. I was just walking, sweating in my sun dress,
pretending I belonged when I heard the clink of glasses.
They were on a vast shaded patio, a man and
a woman, both probably in their fifties, looking effortlessly elegant,
with ice drinks in hand. The man waved lost sweetheart,
just exploring, I said, my Midwestern accent, feeling thick in
my throat. You're not from here, the woman stated, with
a warm smile. I can hear it. It's charming. We
talked the view, the weather, my vague dreams of moving
to LA. They were so easy to talk to, too easy.
Their names were Rick and Helen, and they'd been married
for ten years. I kinda liked them, good looking couple.
The invitation for a drink inside their cool, minimalist home
felt natural, a refuge from the heat. The gin and
tonic was cold and sharp. Rick leaned back in his
designer chair. So you want a free apartment in West Hollywood,
furnished utilities covered. I can handle that, I laughed, thinking
it a joke. And what's the catch? I water your plants.
Helen's smile deepened. She swirled her drink. Oh you know,
if you want things in La favors friendly things, they
can pay the bills. The air in the room changed.
It wasn't just cool, it was charged, I understood. Then
the pieces clicked into a picture so audacious my heart
hammered against my ribs. A transaction. My gaze flicked between them.
Rick was handsome in a weathered, powerful way. Helen was stunning,
her eyes holding on me in a way that both
terrified and thrilled me. You're propositioning me, I whispered, We're
offering you a life. Rick corrected, his voice, low, but
Helen's right payment is intimate. My mind raced the security,
the sun, the escape from everything gray and known. The
price was my body for them together. A flush crept
up my neck, a heat that had nothing to do
with the day. How could I trust them? This was legit?
Why don't you come see if you like the role?
Rick suggested, his eyes dark before you accept it? What
the hell if all ex he failed? A fuck was
a fuck, And there's one thing I'd learned in twenty
two years. Never look a gift fuck in the mouth.
The decision wasn't a decision, it was a gravitational pull.
I stood my legs shaky, and followed them down a
hall to a spacious bedroom dominated by a huge bed.
The silence was heavy, expectant. Helen approached me first, her
hands coming to my cheeks. Just feel, she murmured, before
her lips met mine. They were soft, then searching. She
tasted of gin and mint. Then Rick was behind me,
his hands on my hips, his hardness pressing into my back.
Helen broke the kiss, sinking to her knees, her eyes
on mine as her fingers worked the button of Rick's trousers.
I followed her down, my own knees, hitting the plush carpet.
We sucked him together, Helen's lips wrapped around the head,
her tongue swirling, while I tackled the thick length bass,
my own mouth meeting hers around his shaft, kissing as
we sucked her husband's cock. The taste of him, salt
and skin, mixed with the taste of her lipstick. Our
tongues tangled sharing him. The wet sounds obscene and electric.
His groans filled the room. This is happening, I thought,
the reality of it, a dizzying cocktail of shame and raw,
unadulterated want. Helen grabbed my cheeks hard, made my mouth
open and spat in it. Fuck that was hot. Then
Helen pushed me back onto the edge of the bed.
My turn. She breathed, her dress falling away. She was magnificent.
She kissed down my stomach, her mouth finding my cunt
through the cotton of my panties, her tongue a hot,
insistent pressure forcing its way up me. I cried out,
my back arching. She pulled the fabric aside, and her
mouth was on me, tongue in me, really in me,
and the world narrowed to that point of wet sucking heat,
lick it, I moaned as she tasted into me. Rick watched,
stroking himself, his gaze hungry. Helen pulled back her chin glistening.
She looked at her husband. She's ready for you, darling.
Then she did something that sent a jolt through my
entire system. She leaned close to my core, gathered a
pool of saliva in her mouth, and let it fall
into me in a warm, slick strand there she whispered,
all slicked up for you. Rick moved between my legs,
his weight a delicious anchor. He didn't ask. He pushed
in a slow, stretching, filling invasion that stole my breath.
Oh god, I whimpered, my nails digging into his shoulders.
He was big and thick. He fucked me like that,
deep and measured, watching my face contort. Then he flipped
me over, pulling me up onto my knees, doggie. His
thrusts became harder, sharper, driving me forward with each snap
of his hips. Helen knelt in front of me, her
slick folds inches from my face. Eat her. Rick commanded,
his hand fisted in my hair, yanking my face to
her cunt. Eat my wife while I fuck you. I obeyed.
I buried my face in Helen's wetness, my tongue lapping
at her as Rick pounded into me from behind. The
dual sensations were overwhelming, the hard rhythmic invasion from behind,
the soft, musky taste of her in front. I was
a conduit for their pleasure, and my own coiled tighter
and tighter now the toy Helen gasped, pulling away. She
fetched a harness and a truly monstrous silicone cock from
a drawer. Rick helped me into it, the weight of
it foreign and powerful between my legs. He positioned me
behind Helen, who presented herself on all fours. Fuck me
with it, she moaned, I did. I pushed the fake
cock into her wet cunt, watching her back arch as
I filled her. Her pussy made a wet, sloppy sound
as it stretched her out. The sensation was strange, controlling, dominant.
And then Rick was behind me again, his cock finding
my soaked used entrance, and he pushed back in. We
were a chain, a circuit of flesh. He fucked my pussy,
I fucked Helen's with the strap on, our bodies slapping
together in a messy, relentless rhythm. Rick and Helen kissed
over my shoulder, a deep, passionate thing. As they used
my body between them. Helen broke away, her eyes wild,
come in her, she yelled, her voice ragged, breed her.
Rick fill her up, breed her. That was all it took.
Rick's rhythms shattered into frantic, deep plunges. A guttural roar
tore from his throat, and I felt it. The hot
puls in flood deep inside me, come oozing in my innerds.
The feeling triggered my own climax, a silent shaking wave
that left me trembling. Helen screamed, her body convulsing around
the strap on I was still fucking her with. We
collapsed a sweaty, breathless heap. Rick pulled out of me,
a wet, spent mess. Helen, with a wicked grin, slid
down my body. She and Rick didn't hesitate. They buried
their faces between my thighs, lapping at the combined mess
of my arousal and his release. Their tongues worked in tandem, cleaning, teasing,
pushing me right back to the edge until a second
sharper orgasm ripped through me. My cries muffled by the douve.
Rick got up, walked naked to a sleek dresser, and
returned with a single sheet of paper and a pen.
He placed it on the night stand beside my head.
The document looked official, a lease agreement. The address was
in West Hollywood. The rent field said zero dollars so
Rick said, his voice rough, but calm, do you want
the job? My hand was trembling. I reached for the pen.
I didn't read the fine print. I just signed my
name on the dotted line. Helen took the paper, her
smile radiant. She pulled me up from the bed. Come on, han,
she said, her arm sliding around my waist. Time to
help my husband breed me now, I smiled. All in
a day's work for free rent. I hoped you enjoyed
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