The Application Party

Friday night had arrived. Sarah’s heart was pounding in her throat as she stood in front of the large mirror in her apartment and took one last critical look at herself.

She had chosen a long, form-fitting black silk evening gown. The fabric clung to her body like a second skin, accentuating her slim waist and full breasts. The deep V-neckline reached almost to her navel, revealing the base of her plump, pale breasts. Her lips were painted a deep, luscious red—exactly the same shade as her sensitive nipples, which were already visible, hard against the thin fabric. She wore her hair loose and wavy, her makeup flawlessly light and innocent, almost like a bride about to be deflowered.

Just before she left the apartment, she opened the little black box Mia had given her. Inside lay a sleek, silver vibrating bullet with app control. Sarah swallowed, but obediently pushed it deep into her already wet pussy. A soft, deep hum began—not too strong, but constant. Enough to keep her at a torturously horny level all evening.

Lisa’s huge apartment in an old building had been completely remodeled: dimmed lighting, heavy curtains, leather sofas, and a large, open area in the middle. Twenty men in tailored suits stood around, drinking whiskey and eyeing the four young women like prey. Three of them were professional escort girls—beautiful, experienced, and ruthless. And then there was Sarah. The innocent one.

The air in Lisa’s spacious old-style apartment was heavy and warm, filled with the scent of expensive whiskey, fine perfumes, and a subtle, masculine lust.

Sarah stood in the doorway for a moment, her heart pounding, the silver vibrating bullet humming softly deep inside her tight, already wet pussy. The long black silk dress enveloped her body like a forbidden caress. The fabric was cool and smooth, flowing over her skin with every movement and accentuating every curve. The deep V-neckline began just below her neck and ended almost at her navel—a sharp, narrow slit that revealed the soft, full curves of her breasts with every breath. The sides of the dress were cut so that with every turn, one could see the bare skin of her waist almost down to her hips. The hem reached just above her knees, fitting snugly so that her firm, round ass and her slender legs were perfectly accentuated.

Her makeup was flawless: light, almost porcelain-like skin, a subtle blush on her cheeks, long black eyelashes. But her lips—full, soft, and painted a deep, juicy red—stood out. Exactly the same shade of red as her sensitive nipples. Her blonde hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders and down her back.

The ball in her pussy vibrated in a slow, deep rhythm. Not strong enough to make her come, but strong enough that her inner walls were constantly contracting and relaxing. Every step sent a warm shiver through her lower abdomen. Her nipples were already rock-hard and pressed clearly visible through the thin silk.

Mia had sent her into the room with a gentle nudge. “Show them what you’ve got.”

And Sarah showed them.

She moved slowly, deliberately, her hips swaying lightly as she made her way through the crowd. The dress rustled softly with every step. The men turned to look at her. Their eyes slid over her plunging neckline, over the hard points of her nipples, over the curve of her ass.

A tall, graying man in his mid-forties with a prominent chin smiled at her and raised his glass. Sarah stepped up to him, smiled with her red lips, and placed her hand very lightly on his forearm.

“Good evening…,” she whispered, her voice slightly higher than usual from nervousness and excitement.

As she spoke to him, she felt the vibration suddenly grow stronger. Mia was playing with the app. Sarah’s breath caught briefly. Her pussy contracted, a warm surge of fresh wetness flowing out of her and moistening her smooth labia. She pressed her thighs together slightly, but that only made it worse.

The man noticed her slightly glassy eyes. He took a step closer, placed a hand on her lower back—right where the dress revealed almost bare skin. His fingers slowly stroked higher, then lower, until they touched the base of her firm ass.

“You look like you were made for something special,” he murmured, letting his gaze wander openly down her cleavage. Sarah’s nipples throbbed. She laughed softly, leaning forward slightly so that the fabric of the dress slid to the side, revealing the full, round side of her left breast—almost to the edge of her rock-hard, pink nipple.

She was flirting. With everyone.

With a younger, well-built man with a dark beard, she leaned against his chest, laughed at one of his jokes, and let his hand “accidentally” brush over her waist and briefly graze the underside of her breast. The silk was so thin that she could feel the warmth of his fingers directly on her skin.

With a burly, older gentleman wearing an expensive watch, she stood slightly sideways so that the deep neckline exposed her breasts almost completely. When he whispered something in her ear, she felt his hot breath on her neck—and at the same time, the vibrator ball, which was now pulsing in short, intense bursts. Sarah bit her red lower lip to keep from moaning. Her pussy was soaking wet by now. A thin trail of her arousal slowly ran down the inside of her left thigh.

She moved from one to the next, touching arms, laughing, maintaining eye contact, letting herself be touched. Every hand that brushed over her body, every open desire in the men’s eyes, made her hornier. The bullet vibrator hummed relentlessly. Her nipples ached with arousal, pressing through the black silk like small, hard pearls. The dress was now clinging slightly to her damp skin.

A man dared to run his thumb very briefly over one of her hard nipples, right through the fabric. Sarah flinched, a soft, telltale whimper escaping her red lips. The vibration grew even stronger.

Oh God… I’m so wet… everyone will see how horny I am… she thought, as her cheeks flushed and her pussy throbbed with desire.

An hour passed. Sarah’s movements grew more sensual, her smile more lascivious. The innocent girl from earlier had slowly vanished. In her place stood a young woman who felt just how much she enjoyed being desired, ogled, and touched.

One of the men finally left the circle. Sarah stayed. Her ambition—and her growing, deep lust—wouldn’t let her give up.

She stood in the midst of the men, her black silk dress slightly askew, her nipples hard and clearly visible, her thighs pressed lightly together against the dripping wetness between her legs, and smiled with her deep red lips.