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"So what does your best friends asshole taste like?" I asked the job applicant. 

"Eeuwww.. What?!" she exclaimed, shocked and scandalised. 

"Well Amy, you and your friend  Betti here said that you would like to fill the concubine position I'd advertised, that two girls would be more enjoyable than one, and that you had 'done stuff together'- I'm just trying to assess if you know what you are really getting into?"

Amy was a dirty blonde, a well endowed but fairly short girl  with heart shaped face and lucious plump lips that promised seductive oral delights, but who had a girl-next-door innocence. Her best friend, Betti was brunette, slim, elegant with a more continental allure and chic- and seemed to be the brains of the two. Both were in their early twenties, hot, eager and nervous. I was older- 36, single,  dominant, somewhat sadistic, and uncompromising in relationships (and therefore single) and the recent winner of a £86 million  roll-over lottery. Having sorted out friends and family financially, and moved into a mansion I'd decided that with my money I need never go another day without getting my cock lovingly sucked by beautiful paid help- and much, much more. 

I'd put out feelers amongst escort agencies, posted a few discrete notices worded just so to hidden places on the internet. A  lawyer had been consulted who'd confirmed that paying for sex wasnt illegal, just certain elements of solicitation or pimping. An binding employement contract could even be drawn up if done carefully and in the right jurisdiction.   Informally I used the term concubine, but I suppose in reality it was closer to paid sex-slave.  There had been some interest at the £100,000  year extendable contact- a few pretty working girls had been in touch, but something about their jaded matter of factness left me cold. 

Then Betti had contacted me and asked if there might be 2 jobs - for her and her best friend Amy.  The photos they sent, and relative innocence had aroused both my interest and loins so I humoured them.  Though it was more than I'd planned on spending, I thought it merited an interview, so here they were- sitting side by side on a sofa across from me in the drawing room of the mansion. 

"We have shared a bed, and a man before" said the more confident Betti "You know, kissed to experiment, or to get a guy interested in us at a club. But we havent done ..er that... what is it called- rimming?"  

"Yes, or I suppose felching" I replied

"Felching! Uggh" Amy  screwed up her face at the word and taste of the thought, then remembered the money at stake and tried to return to an alluring smile.  The effort and her transparency of thought amused me. Betti was harder to read, but I sensed she was feeling a little out of her depth too.  I was finding their reluctance and naivety  arousing- they certainly were not jaded. 

"I know what you thought this might be- two hot young girls getting  a suger daddy and maybe doing some threesomes with him, or giving him a blowie now and again and maybe do a little bit of 50 Shades of Grey on my birthday?"

"Noooo...." Betti tried to denied but I cut her off.

"Let me be clear ladies about what I would like from the two of you if you entered into my employment. I'm looking for concubines who would move into my home here and be exclusively and sexually available to me. You would be expected to maintain fitness, diets and beauty regimes so as to remain sexually desirable at all times. You would provide me with oral, anal and vaginal sex whenever I wanted it, for as long as I wanted it- either individually or as pair.  You should probably expect to provide sex daily- I do love blowjobs and sessions may last several hours. You may be required to have sex with each other for my pleasure or titillation. We may play games of bondage, humiliation, or dominance and humiliation and I'd expect compliance with my orders.  There may be corporal punishment- spankings, canings, whippings- but nothing that truly injures- only bruises. You will dress (or remain naked) at my direction and may be restrained, caged, hooded or gagged during play sessions.  You will all be tested for drugs and STD's and you will be responsible for taking the Pill as we will be having unprotected sex and mixing bodily fluids-  and that may well include you sucking out my cum from your friends mouth, cunt or ass Amy."

Betti squeezed Amy's hand in reassurance.

"Thats quite a list. Quite a lot to think about. It sounds like you want us to be your sex slaves?"

"It's one way to think of it, though you would be paid more than the prime minister each year, have free room and board in luxury I'm sure you've never experienced before. And I can be a generous man, so there may be gifts of clothing and jewellry. And there may be additional payments for body modifications that you consent to." 

"Body modifications? What do you mean?" asked Betti curiously

"Well tattoos, piercings, that sort of thing. I'd come up with a list- say £5k  for a small discrete tattoo with my initials- more if it's larger, obvious or humiliating. Maybe £25k for a tongue piercing if I wanted to see if it made a difference to blowjobs? Naturally you can decline them and it wouldnt affect your contract  and we can probably negotiate on the exact money if and when it came up". 

"I'm not sure. It still sounds like we'd be giving up our life for a year, and getting really fucked up- sexually and mentally. And I'm not sure what it would do to our friendship?  I'm not sure any amount of money is worth all of that?"  said Amy, her hand tight in Betti's. 

"What are your other options? I've looked you up on social media and LinkedIn - you are two wannabe party girls  who failed out of Uni and are now working retail and living for Friday night clubbing and getting guys to buy you drinks.  You tried being Instagram stars with the occasional lezzing out photo, but you dont have the followers or material to make it big.  This job pays 5 times what you are currently earning, and you can save every penny of it with no food or rent costs. If you stuck it out for 5 years, you'd each have over half a millions pounds - probably more than your parents earned in 20 years of work. With that sort of money you could clear your debts, buy a house, start a business, mix with the Instagram set- whatever you wanted. The advantage of having two of you is that while sometimes I'd want you both, probably most of the time i'd just need one of you on hand and the other could take a shift off. And since it'd be a formal employment contract, you'd even get 30 days annual leave!  No zero-hour retail contract is going to give you all that"

Betti's eyes had come alive  during my speech. I could see the cogs turning and the monetary calculations being made as she saw a route to a better life.  She turned on the sofa, holding both of Amy's hands in her own and looking her in the eyes

"It'll be OK, Ames"  she whispered to her friend "We can give it a go for a month and you can always leave if you dont like it"

Amy was visibly torn. Maybe she wasnt quite as sexually adventurous, or maybe just the thought of assplay disgusted her. But she trusted her best friend, so she gripped tighter and gave a small nod. They hugged quickly then, decision made. 

They turned back to me, one excited, one nervous.

"OK, we are still interested Mister. What now?"

"Well now you need to pass the practical element of this interview" I said with smirk. "I'm hiring you to arouse and sexually please me.  So show me what you can do!"

Almost relieved, the meeting finally going the way they'd probably pre-planned, Amy half rose towards me before Betti put a hand on her shoulder and whispered.  Instead of walking across the space from their sofa to my armchair, Betti could read the room, realised the sort of humiliation I'd alluded to  and so the two of them crawled on hands and knees towards my chair, derrieres swaying seductively.  

Reaching my trousered legs, they kissed and caressed their way up. At waist height, blonde Amy started to fumble with my belt and zipper as Betti continued her ascent of kisses across my chest until she reached my mouth. Her hands stroking and caressing, she kissed my lips, her hot tongue darting in to pleasure and excite me. Her best friend freed my stiffening member and began to stroke and squeeze.

Betti's gorgeous face and warm lips played across my cheek, neck and earlobes, her tongue and teeth arousing with the exhalation of hot breath, as my hands played across her tight body. She drew back a moment, unblocking the sight of a still kneeling Amy, my hard cock in her fist. Dark-haired Betti wrapped one arm around me, whilst the other snaked into Amy's blonde hair. A little pressure in her scalp urged Amy to part those  marvelously thick cocksucker lips and devour my cock into her warm, wet mouth, her tongue playing up and down my shaft with flickering touches. I sighed in pleasure as her hot wet mouth pistoned up and down at the pace Betti set. Then Betti's iron grip slowed the pace, but prolonged the downstroke, forcing Amy's mouth further down than before. My cock hit the back of her mouth, but Betti kept pushing and Amy gagged a little as I was forced into her throat. 

"Gak. . Gak.. Gluck" she coughed as Betti faced-fucked her  big-breasted friend onto my hard cock, barely giving her time to breath. Betti leaned in and kissed me as she did, out tongues dueling.  This was the life I thought- two hot mouths pleasuring my most sensitive spots- a hot kiss coupled with the delightful contractions of a tight throat on my cock.  And a willing partner to help corrupt a semi-reluctant innocent. 

I gazed at Betti, and knew then (long before Amy ever figured it out) who would be the top bitch in this relationship and who was the bottom. Betti smiled back in recognition at passting my test  and I knew that Amy would defintely learn what her best friends ass tasted of, real soon. 

To Be Continued.... https://voyeur.bdsmlr.com/post/280205868

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