Speaker 1: I'm Chloe. I'm twenty two, blonde and broke enough to
say yes to things I probably shouldn't. Los Angeles wasn't
going how i'd planned two weeks in, and the savings
I swore would last me months were already bleeding out
AIRBNBA hopping, overpriced coffee, ride shares. I couldn't afford. Every
place I looked at, wanted proof of income. I didn't
have references I couldn't give, or rent. That made my
stomach drop. Then I saw their listing, Private Room Hill's location,
fully furnished, rent way below market, too good to be real.
It probably was. I almost skipped it, almost, But desperation
has a way of making bad ideas feel like opportunities.
So I messaged them. The reply came back within minutes.
We'd like to meet you first, no application, no paperwork,
just that. The interview didn't feel like an interview either.
It felt like they were measuring me. The first thing
I noticed about Alex and Mara wasn't the minimalist decor
or the sunlight flooding the living room. It was the
way they occupied the same space, a silent language of touches,
her hand on his lower back, as they passed, his
fingers brushing her shoulder. When he handed her a glass
of wine, they moved like a single organism. I'd answered
their ad for a roommate out of pure desperate necessity.
The rent was suspiciously low. The interview felt more like
an appraisal. We have very different rules here, Chloe. Alex
had said, his smile warm, but his eyes analytical. Mara
had just watched me a face knowing curve on her lips.
That was a month ago. The rules were simple, bizarre,
and increasingly intimate. No locked doors, shared groceries, Friday night
dinners are mandatory. The dinners were the crucible. The conversation
would meander, the wine would flow, and the space between
us on the plush sectional would evaporate. Mara's bare foot
would find its way into Alex's lap. His arm would
stretch along the back of the couch, his fingers a
breath away from my neck. Tonight was different. The air
was thick, with a decided intention. Maraa wore a silk
robe loosely tied. Alex was in soft linen pants, no shirt.
I'd come out in my sleep shorts and a tank top,
feeling wildly underdressed and hyper aware of my own skin.
We're so glad you fit in here, Chloe, Ma heard,
refilling my glass. Her robe gaped as she leaned forward,
offering a glimpse of pale breast. You've been perfect, Alex agreed,
his voice a low rumble. His hand finally landed not
on the couch, but on my bare knee. The touch
was electric, a claim. I didn't pull away. A shiver
danced up my spine, and a warm, pooling ache settled
low in my belly. I'd been imagining this, fantasizing about
it since the second week. I'm a dirty slut, and
I wanted to fuck the pair of them. Mara watched
my reaction, her eyes darkening. She moved first, sliding onto
the floor between the couch and the coffee table. She
turned to face me, her hands settling on my thighs,
pushing them apart. No words, only the heavy sound of
our breathing. Alex's hand slid up my thigh, under the
edge of my shorts. Then Ma's mouth was on me
through the thin cotton of my shorts, A hot, insistent pressure,
desperately trying to taste my cunt. A sharp gasp tore
from my throat. Alex leaned in, capturing my mouth in
a deep, searching kiss, tasting of red wine and desire.
My hands flew up, one tangling in his hair, the
other gripping Mara's shoulder. The fabric was an annoying barrier.
Maraa hooked her fingers in the waistband of my shorts
and panties and drew them down my legs in one
fluid motion. The cool air hit my damp skin for
a second before her warm breath replaced it. Her tongue,
flat and firm, licked a long, slow stripe up my cunt.
Oh God, I moaned into Alex's mouth, like my wife's mouth,
you bitch, he growled. I said, uh huh desperately and
kissed him hard. He broke the kiss, his lips trailing
down my jaw to my neck. Watch her, he commanded,
his voice, husky, Watch how she tastes you. I looked down.
Mara's eyes were locked on mine as her tongue delved
into my wetness, circling my clit with expert, tortuous precision.
Then I felt Alex move down and join her. He
nudged her aside slightly, his tongue pressing against my asshole,
licking and probing with a blunt, delicious pressure. They were
both tasting me, kissing each other's mouths around my wet flesh,
their tongues meeting on my skin. The visual, the dual sensation.
It was dizzying. The coil of pleasure in my core,
wounds so tight. I was trembling. Husband and wife, eating
cunt and ass. It was delicious. Sarah pulled back her chin,
glistening my turn. She whispered, her voice rough. She stood,
shedding her robe. Alex guided me down until I was
lying on the floor, looking up at her positioned over me,
her pussy in my face. The scent of her musky
and sweet cunt filled my senses. He moved next to me.
Let's eat her together, he said. He kissed her inner thigh,
then lowered his mouth to her pussy as she knelt
over us. I followed his lead, my heart hammering against
my ribs. The first touch of my tongue to her
folds was tentative, but the sharp intake of her breath
and the way her fingers clutched at my hair and
yanked me into it was all the encouragement I needed.
She tasted salty and dirty. Alex's tongue worked beside mine,
a master class in rhythm. I couldn't believe I was
eating Mara's cunt while I kissed her husband Heaven. Mara's
hips began to rock, her soft cries like music above us.
Then a shift. Alex moved bent over on the couch,
looking back at us over his shoulder. Mara's hand was
in mine, pulling me with her. Come on, she breathed,
Let's tongue him out. Together, we knelt behind him. Maraa
kissed me deeply, letting me taste myself on her lips.
Now lick him, she murmured, against my mouth. We bent
to him, our mouths exploring the tight, muscular curve of
his ass. I followed Mara's lead, kissing, licking, rimming, learning
the new terrain, tossing man salad. His low groan of
pleasure vibrated through the floorboards. We ate his ass clean,
kissing like hoars. Enough, Alex growled, rolling over. He was fully,
magnificently hard. He pulled me up onto my hands and knees.
Maraa lay down on her back, her beautiful face looking
up at me. Crawl over in sixty nine, my wife,
he demanded. Alex positioned himself behind me. As I buried
my face in Mara's pussy, The broad, hot head of
his cock nudged against my cunt, already soaked and aching
for him. He didn't ask. He pushed in a slow,
relentless invasion that stretched me perfectly, filling me so completely
I saw stars. He set a deep, punishing rhythm. Almost
immediately taste her. He ordered his hands, gripping my hips,
driving me forward with every thrust. Taste her deep. Mara's
hands came up to cradle my ass. Then she licked
my cunt. As I got f fucked. My mouth found
her clit, and I began to lick in time with
Alex's pounding. Her moans vibrated against my pussy. The duality
was mind shattering, the deep, full feeling of him moving
inside me and the soft, wet heat of her under
my mouth. I was meet to fuck between them, Utterly
used and more aroused than I'd ever been. He pulled
out suddenly. I whimpered at the loss. In a swift movement,
he had Mara on her hands and knees and entered
her from behind with a single powerful thrust. He looked
at me, his eyes blazing. Your turned to watch and
to be tasted. He pushed Mara's head down, positioning her
between my thighs as he fucked his wife with deep,
measured strokes. Her mouth latched onto me, her tongue a frantic,
desperate thing in my pussy. The sight of him taking her,
controlling her while she serviced me. It was too much.
My orgasm ripped through me, a silent, convulsing wave that
left me breathless and weak. But they weren't done. Alex
laid back on the floor, pulling me on top of him.
I sank down onto his cock, a gasp tearing from
my lungs as he filled me again. Mara straddled his face,
lowering herself onto his mouth. He began to eat her
with fervent hunger, his hips pumping up into me. This
was the final perfect configuration. I rode him, finding a
rhythm that rubbed my sensitive clit against his body. With
every bounce. Mara was rocking on his face, her cries
growing higher, more frantic. The room was filled with the
sounds of skin wetness and raw pleasure, the stink of
cock and fucked cunts. I felt him swell inside me,
his hands clamped on my hips, holding me down as
he thrust up one final deep time Chloe. He grunted,
and I felt the hot, pulsing rush of his release
flooding into me, come oozing up me. The sensation tipped
Mara over the edge. She screamed, her body bowing, and
then shuddered violently, collapsing to the side as she came
on his mouth and chin. There climaxes triggered my second.
It wasn't a wave this time, but a total system collapse,
a white hot detonation of pleasure that started where we
were joined and radiated out to my fingertips and toes.
I cried out, my body milking him through the last
of his pulses. My vision spotten. I collapsed onto his chest, spent,
fucked and glowing. The three of us lay in a tangled, sweaty,
blissful heap on the floor. I turned my head, finding
Mara's dazed, satisfied smile. I managed a weak, giddy grin
of my own, so I breathed, my voice hoarse. If
we fuck like this, next week does this mean I
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