Speaker 1: I was twenty two, blonde, and just self aware enough
to know exactly what kind of effect that combination had
on people, especially in a city like Los Angeles. Back
home in Minnesota, it meant friendly smiles, easy conversations, and
a life that felt a little too small for me.
Out here, it meant something else, entirely opportunity, Or at
least that's what I told myself when I answered the
message about a private networking dinner for ambitious young women
looking to break into something bigger. It wasn't a job
listing exactly, more like an invitation pass through the kind
of vague, well connected circles you don't question if you
want in. The instructions were simpimple, dress well, be open minded,
and don't be late. I wasn't late. The address was
an unmarked modern monolith off sunset, a silent testament to
wealth and privacy. I walked through the steel gate, the
hems of my silk dress whispering against my thighs. The
air was warm, charged. I expected a crowd, but the open,
planned living room was pristine, empty, Just two people standing
by the grand fireplace, silhouetted against the fading Los Angeles light.
They turned a man and a woman, Julian and Sabrina.
Julian's smile was slow, a practiced curve. Sabrina's gaze was
a laser, scanning me from the soles of my shoes
to the pulse at my throat. You found us, Julian said,
his voice a low, resonant baritone that seemed to fill
the space without effort. We've heard so much, How much
about you? Sabrina added. Her voice was smooth, cool, like
polished marble. Your ambition, your adaptability. The dinner was a performance.
A single, impossibly long table, three chairs. They placed me
between them. The food was exquisite, but I barely tasted it.
Every bite was observed, every sip of wine noted. Their
questions weren't about my job or hobbies. They were probes.
How do you respond to pressure, Julian asked, his fingers
tracing the stem of his glass. Do you enjoy surrendering control?
Sabrina inquired, her eyes never leaving mine. My answers felt scripted,
even to me. I said, I thrived under pressure. Control
was a tool. The words sounded hollow in the cavernous room.
The truth was a low, tightening heat in my belly.
This wasn't a social call. This was an interview, and
the position was utterly, terrifyingly clear. The dessert plates were
cleared without a word. Julian stood circling the table to
stand behind my chair. Sabrina remained seated watching. His hand
came to rest on my shoulder. The contact was electric, deliberate.
The evaluation is complete, he said softly. You've passed. Sabrina smiled,
a real smile, now full of possession. We knew you would,
We selected you for this, for us. Julian's fingers slid
down my arm, his touch igniting a trail of sensation.
The real offer begins now. He moved my chair back,
turning me to face Sabrina. She stood, a queen, rising
and approached. Her hands were cool as they framed my face.
You understand, and don't you? She murmured, You're ours tonight,
every part of you. We're going to taste every fucking
inch of you. She bent down and licked my face tenderly.
I shuddered with pleasure. Sabrina's kiss wasn't gentle, it was
a claim. Her lips were firm, her tongue probing deep
into my mouth tasting me, exploring. I opened for her,
my own tongue meeting hers, the wet, slick, friction making
me moan. She pulled back, a strand of saliva, connecting
us good. She breathed. Julian was behind me again, his
body a solid wall of heat. His hands found the
zipper of my dress. The sound of it opening was
a sharp tear in the silent room. The silk pooled
at my feet. I stood there, exposed in the low light,
wearing only my lace underwear. Their eyes consumed me. Sabrina knelt.
Her mouth found my stomach first, her tongue lapping a hot,
wet path down to the edge of my panties. She
hooked her fingers in the lace and pulled them down slow,
letting them drag over my skin. I gasped as they
fell away. She didn't pause. Her face was between my thighs,
her nose inhaling the scent of my ready cunt, her
mouth opening. The first touch of her tongue on my
bare flesh was a shock of pure liquid pleasure. It
wasn't a tentative lick. It was a deep, thorough stroke
from my pussy all the way up to my clit,
coating me in wetness. She repeated it, establishing a rhythm,
her tongue flat and firm, lapping at me like I
was a treat. Fuck. My folds were juicing up good,
I cried out, my hands finding her hair, gripping it
behind me. Julian's hands were on my hips, holding me steady.
His mouth was on my neck, sucking, biting softly. I
could feel his hard cock pressing against my back through
his trousers. Sabrina's focus intensified. Her tongue plunged inside me,
fucking me with slow, wet thrusts, her face wet with cuntjuice.
Then she concentrated on my clit, sucking it into her mouth,
rolling it with her tongue. The dual sensation, the penetration,
and the suction made my legs shake. I was panting,
my head falling back against Julian's chest. Look at how
she takes it, Sabrina said, pulling back just enough to speak,
her lips glistening with my wetness. She's perfect, Julian agreed.
He turned me around, my back now to Sabrina. He
was unfit, fastening his trousers, letting them fall His cock
was thick, already fully hard, veins running along its length.
Sabrina rose, coming to stand beside him. She took his
cock in her hand, guiding it toward my mouth. Taste him,
she commanded, taste him good, you slut. I opened my lips.
The head of his cock pushed past them, salty and smooth.
I sucked it in my tongue, swirling around the head.
Sabrina's hand was on my head, guiding me deeper all
of it. She said, suck him like the whore you are.
I took him inch by inch until my nose was
pressed against his skin. I gagged and spluttered, my throat
filled with cock. I hollowed my cheeks and sucked hard,
drawing a groan from him. As I bobbed my head,
his hands tightened on my shoulders. Sabrina watched, her eyes
dark with pleasure. Then she moved behind me again, her
hands spreading my cheeks. I felt her spit, warm and slick,
land directly on my asshole. The sensation was great, intimate.
She rubbed it in with her thumb, circling my tight hole.
This is for us, too, she whispered, and began to
tongue my asshole out. Julian pulled his cock from my
mouth with a wet pop. Turn around, he said, his
voice thick. I obeyed, bent over, turning to face Sabrina.
Julian positioned himself behind me. His hands were on my hips,
pulling me back. I felt the broad head of his
cock press against my spit slicked asshole. He didn't ask,
he pushed. The penetration was a breath taking my ass
fully stretched, I gasped my body arching. Sabrina caught my face,
kissing me deeply, swallowing my cries. Julian kept pushing, slow, relentless,
until he was fully seated inside me. His balls pressed
against my cunt. The feeling was overwhelming. I fucking loved
being fucked in my ass. He began to move, long,
dragging thrusts that pulled almost all the way out before
filling me again. Each movement sent a shock wave through
my core. Sabrina's mouth was on mine, her tongue dancing
with mine, sharing the taste of her spit, of my
own arousal. Her hands were on my breasts, pinching my nipples,
rolling them. The rhythm built. Julian's thrusts became harder, faster.
The slap of his body against mine was a wet,
rhythmic sound in the room. Sabrina broke the kiss under me,
her mouth, finding my clit as Julian fucked my ass
from behind. The double stimulation was madness, the deep, pounding
penetration and the frantic, wet suction on my most sensitive parts.
I was losing coherence. My moans were continuous, ragged. My
body was no longer my own. It was a vessel
for their pleasure, for my own escalating, unbearable pleasure. Julian's
grip on my hips was iron, holding me in place
for his deep, claiming strokes. Sabrina's tongue was a miracle
of precision, lapping, sucking, driving me higher. The smell of
my fucked ass was so sexy. I felt the climax,
building a tight coil in my belly, ready to snap.
Julian's pace became punishing, his breaths grunting in my ear.
Sabrina moaned against my flesh, her own pleasure evident in
the vibration of her lips. The world narrowed to sensation,
the burn of deep penetration, the wet heat of oral worship,
the dizzying spin of being used, chosen by these two
powerful people. The world shattered into a white hot burst
of sensation. Sabrina's relentless tongue on my clit and Julian's
deep pounding thrusts pushed me over the edge. My climax
wasn't a wave, it was a tsunami. It ripped through me,
a convulsive, shuddering release that made my whole body jerk
and stiffen in their grip. I screamed a raw, unfiltered
sound of surrender as pleasure flooded every nerve. Julian fired
his full hot load up me. I gasped as he
pulled out and felt his spunk spurt from my asshole
down my legs. Sabrina drank it down, her mouth sealed
to me, swallowing every pulse in my orgasm. Sabrina's laugh
was a soft, delighted sound behind me. Beautiful, she whispered.
Her fingers traced through the mess on my asshole, Collecting
cum on her fingertips, she brought them to my lips.
Taste it all. I licked her fingers clean, swallowing his
cumb and the taste of my ass then Sabrina shifted.
She pulled me back, my head resting against her thigh.
She spread her legs, guiding my face between them. Now me,
she breathed. I pressed my face forward. My tongue found
her entrance first, lapping up the pooled wetness. There it
was tangy sweet. She moaned, her hips, rocking against my mouth.
I moved higher, finding her clit, circling it with my tongue.
She gasped, her hands, coming to my head, holding me there.
Tell the staff to have the night off, Sabrina said,
Tell them we have a treat for them dirty holes
to fuck. Julian smiled. Shit looks like it's going to
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