1 comments/ 17714 views/ 0 favorites Au Pair By: Dr S Crow Dear Horelequin Editors, I am getting along fine with the novel. I am trying to work within the guidelines of Horelequin softporn, that is, nothing too explicit. For the record the story is more or less true but please don't let that out :>) It starts off with The Meeting at the airport and you can already feel the latent sexual tension as he stoops to kiss her.. (Author sits at computer, starts to type his first erogenous-zone-stimulating novel for slightly horny housewife readers of Horelequin books, something he was tentatively calling The Much Older English Man and the Chinese Au Pair Girl) Working title - The Very Much Older English Man With The Great Big Dick and the Innocent Little Young Chinese Au Pair Girl. (perhaps a tad long and not very pc?) Twenty two year old Angel - Chinese, cute and sexy - had met her English 'Uncle' through an ad on an au pair job site on Internet. She lived with her mother, and was doing business studies, in Peking. He lived between the US, England and France dealing in arts, had no children, but "being a big kid myself I need someone to look after me:-)" He needed an au pair for next June when he would be returning to Liverpool from his latest venture in Charleston, South Carolina - opening a gallery for Dali Wayne's work. Angel wanted to improve her French and her English and needed to get away from home for a while. They had exchanged emails over the year before she was to go to work in Europe, had built a comfortable relationship and so eventually she packed her cases, hugged her mother syonara but she told her daughter she'd come and visit anyway during her visit to Europe. Angel took a taxi to the airport and took the long flight to the John Lennon airport in Liverpool where she got to see him for the first time in the flesh, so to speak. Her Uncle’s six foot four stature made her feel so tiny and vulnerable as he leant over her to give her his first non-virtual hug. "Good to see you Uncle," she smiled. The Uncle thing had come from one of their jokey email exchanges about their ages and now she always referred to him as her Uncle~~~~~~~ At this point the author's mind wanders: I mean he is old enough to be your uncle, isn't he, damn it. Let's see... almost thirty years older than you? And you find him sexy in spite of this? He doesn't have the firm hard body of your young men friends - in fact he's getting flabby and he probably doesn't have their jack-rabbit stamina anymore but he does have qualities that you cannot deny, I know. First of all he speaks to you in words, gestures and looks that just make you feel so good. And he tells you that you are desirable. Yes, a sweet little innocent 24 year old Chinese girl fresh from China can turn on an older man, a European man who knows about women, who's fucked dozens of them and it makes lovely young you wet knowing that. But how do you really know that? Yes, it's that gut feeling. He is experienced and you have seen how he talks with women and you are sure he knows how to pleasure a woman, take both their time to excite with his words and his hands, his smile and his laugh. You are sure he must be a wonderful lover. But did you realise what you, sweet Miss, were doing to him with your cute sexy demure ways? You wouldn't know how many times you had made him happy in his masturbatory fantasies. Would you believe that in his mind he had gone further than flirting and titillating his China doll? Did you know he had actually seen you naked and masturbating, he had heard your moans and whimpers and as he listened he had wanked his hard cock - hardened by visions of you. The time he took you to stay with him in his apartment in Paris. In the guest room you found that stack of pornographic material - the videos of teenage girls, all of them black, Latino or Asian having sex with older men. And the writings. You had discovered Dr S Crow's deep dark inner fantasies. Or were they realities? Whatever, it didn't matter because as you started to read them your pussy became wetter and wetter and you were unable to stop yourself from rubbing it, thinking about what it would be like to be this older man's lover. You didn't know that he was watching you on his CCTV from his next-door bedroom, filming you as you found the big vibrator and started to use it on yourself. He could hear your sexy little mumblings as it slipped into your pussy and how you then started calling him by name as an orgasm started to take over. He was lying in bed sipping champagne and slowly rubbing his big hard cock. He may be old enough to fuck your mother but he did still have a very big hard cock. The image of him seducing your mother flicks across your mind and you start to cum again as you imagine watching her sucking on his cock. In fact he had been flirting a lot with your beautiful busty mother who'd been visiting during her trip to Europe and you couldn't blame him for wanting to fuck her. She was something of a slut. Ever since your dad had moved out to live with that college girl she had been as horny as a college girl herself. Hornier, in fact. You still didn't understand how this 47 year old philosophy teacher could be thinking of sex all the time. But you knew this from listening at doors, rummaging through drawers and checking her DVD player when she was at work. Remember when you found her collection of sex toys...? Stop blushing, what you did was only normal for a horny teenage girl in need of a man. Anyway you discovered your mum liked men with big cocks, liked hard dirty sex and fantasised about being gang banged. Was he going to fuck your mother? If so you wanted to watch it. Meanwhile you were masturbating hard and even if you didn't begin with the image of him he would always somehow be there as you started to cum and this made you cum harder and faster. Of course you were so sweet and demure when you were around him with your head full of dirty thoughts. How could he know you were imagining his mouth suctioning around your pussy as you poured his tea and passed it to him, head slightly bowed? Was he reading your thoughts of drooling and slurping over his big hard cock? You secretly hoped he could. And how did you know he had a big hard cock, bigger than any you had ever been in a personal tête à coque situation? Because you'd seen it - and more than once, in fact every time you could get a glimpse you would not deprive yourself. You sort of even tried to hide from yourself what a horny little pervert you were becoming. The first time you saw it was when you walked in on him as he was walking out the shower. It was long and semi-hard, flapping against his thighs. You didn't know but three minutes ago it had been pumping a couple of days worth of built up cum as he gave himself a special shower wank whilst thinking of you on your knees. What you saw was the aftermath of a huge orgasm. That's why he didn't rush to cover himself and his pendulous dick that he was so proud of. He just grinned at you as you gaped. He'd seen that look on other faces - some of them envious men, but especially on women who were not used to a thick cock which was only in its semi-flaccid state and yet at least eight inches. All the cunning ways you could devise to be able to get a glimpse of his cock. Don't blush, I said. I understand, I'm just as perverted - if not more so. You knew he liked to have a morning wank - you'd heard him with your ear pressed up to the wall and a hand on your pussy. So you would pretend to leave the house, shout a bright, "See you later and have a good day!" as you slammed the door then silently re-opened it to sneak back in. You knew he was a man of habit, as most older men are, and that he liked to luxuriate in his masturbations, taking hours before he would cum, moaning and uttering animal grunts and foul obscenities that would shock you at the beginning but which you would now eagerly anticipate. His wanking sessions could be long, ritualistic and creative, involving oils, gadgets, films, internet chats with his sluts, phone calls. Sometimes he would stop to write something obviously very dirty on his computer whilst rubbing at his slowly hardening cock. He would move between bedroom, bathroom and kitchen and you had spying places all over his big old house. Do you remember the time you watched him wank as he lay naked on his bed, hips thrusting up, eyes half-closed and his huge glistening cock in his hand and how he started to cum? That was the first time you saw him cum and each time it was different, like a different man shooting his load in his own way. This first time he gave a huge moan as thick spunk started to ooze from his cock like molten lava. It kept on oozing down over his hands, belly, balls - very thick and creamy. Yes, you thought of cream and even imagined sucking it off big red strawberries like the big red head of his mighty cock. Don't blush, my angel. Then the time he was wanking furiously at his long cock and it started to splutter in all directions like a can of soda that had been standing in the sun all day and then well shaken before opening. He let his spunk fly all over the floor in all directions and you imagined lying there being soaked in it, feeling this warm sticky liquid splattering onto your face and tits. You loved watching him wank but so wanted to join him in his pleasure. And so you arranged one day that he would be able to experience the same voyeuristic enjoyment. You made sure that he got to watch his sweet little Chinese au pair girl rubbing her hairy pussy to multiple orgasms. You didn't expect to have multiple Os but just knowing that he was watching you and going to be wanking about you had you cumming and cumming. It was very simple to arrange - you just made sure he was around, went to your room leaving the door ajar and started wanking yourself with a big vibrator and let yourself be as noisy as you wanted. As simple as catching a fly with honey. Your mother had continued her visit to Europe and was now probably fucking a Greek God on an island and talking about Marquis de Sade's Philosophy in the Bedroom in between fucks. And good for her you had finally decided. Also good she had got her big tits and butt out of his face to leave room for her lovely little sweet daughter. Do you remember how you used to masturbate all the time at that period of your life? You became so good at it that you could get yourself off in ten seconds. That's when your mother came back for her final visit before returning to Peking and the night before you drove her to Roissy airport you found them fucking in the little studio room way down the corridor past the library at the other end of the house. As you tiptoed closer to the semi-open door you found it hard to believe you were listening to your mother grunting such foul language, moaning how she loved his big fat cock up her tight ass, urging him to shoot his load in his Chinese slut. From the noise they were making you realised an army could invade the house and they wouldn't even notice. And so you walked boldly down the dark corridor towards the slit of dim light and the scene that was going to shock and excite you like none of your head-movies ever had. At first you listened and when the human utterances stopped they were replaced by sounds of slapping, squelching, wet slobbering, moans and whimpers, plopping popping sounds, wretching, animalistic grunts... An orchestra that you were going to be joining soon. She was lying on her belly, legs spread and he was lying flat on top of her humping at her ass like a machine. Both of them naked and glistening with sweat. "Now you're going to fuck my daughter, my sweet, innocent girl-child who has only ever known one boyfriend. And he knew nothing about fucking. True, isn't it, my Angel?" "Yes mother. But how do you know?" she enquired shocked and stunned. "Simply because I seduced him, took him to my bed and taught him how to use that big young dick of his, but alas this was just before you broke up so I doubt you ever got to benefit from his new found knowledge." Before Angel could catch her breath her mother added, "But I did learn that you are a natural cock sucker. Telle mère telle fille." It's true that Danny wasn't able to satisfy Angel and so she had learnt how to satisfy him - with her mouth and hands. In Asian cultures women instinctively enjoy satisfying their men. She had learnt how to make him cum and eventually learnt to love the taste and feel of his spunk. Asians are also people who want to learn and to learn well. My angel, the above conversation took place quite some time after they had discovered you watching them fucking. Apparently he had satisfied himself deep in your mother's anus and this had obviously satisfied your mother as she moaned contentedly. And that's when she looked up and saw you leaning weak-legged against the door jamb. You were now sitting on the bed in a state of heightened awareness as your mother and Uncle lay naked, spermed and stinking beautifully of sex next to you. Your whole being was tingling with the anticipation of the further unfolding of life's mysteries. You knew you had so much more to learn~~~~~~~~ Suddenly, a few hours later, the author's mind stops wandering: Anyway, she did the au pairing job for a year and learnt a lot about Europe and improved her language skills. She now lives and works in Canada in marketing with her girlfriend, Danielle and occasionally emails her Uncle who now has a Brazilian au pair girl... Sorry, I’ll finish this later, can't concentrate right now. Regards, S Crow Au Pair Part One: It was her first visit to North America or, more specifically Canada, and only her third au pair position. Her first two resulted in unwelcome advances from the men in the family and she asked the agency to quietly find her another placements far from her native Norway. Elsa was a stereotypical Nordic beauty with long blonde hair cascading down her back, high cheekbones and startling blue eyes. She stood 5'5" in bare feet and was slim of build with small breasts, a slim waist and a firm butt; in other words, at 25 years of age, a very striking woman. She was registered with an online au pair agency and many requests from around the world landed in her lap due not only to her good looks but also her proficiency in six languages. However, it was her English that finally brought the offer she was looking for. A middle-aged affluent couple in Canada (in a place called Regina) were looking for a live in nanny to look after their two adopted young children. Several letters of introduction and references were passed back and forth and a telephone interview sealed the terms of the position. A month later, Elsa landed in Regina International airport to meet her new family. As the plane crossed the barren western prairies – harvesting was complete and the first white splashes of snow were showing – she wondered at the relative isolation of this town. She was surprised as the plane descended into the airport to see the expansiveness of the city and the few high rises in the centre of the downtown. It reminded her of some of the smaller cities in her homeland and she experienced a moment of homesickness. Passing through the arrivals lounge and customs, she saw Eric and Amanda Adams waving in her direction. She had seen their family picture in the folio during the interview process and they were a handsome couple. She judged them to be in their late thirties. Eric, a professor at the local university, was tall and fit with slightly greying hair and chiselled features. Amanda was a striking red head with a willowy figure that told of many trips to the local gym. Passing into the arrivals lounge, Elsa found herself enfolded in a welcome embrace from both of her employers with a halting attempt by Eric to welcome her in her native Norwegian. She couldn't help but laugh musically as Amanda joined in saying "He has been practising that for a week in the language labs at the university. I told him it sounded silly" Thanking him for the effort but not correcting his pronunciation for fear of insulting him, they headed off to pick up Elsa's three suitcases. Since she was on a 3 month trial probation, it was standard to bring only what she needed for that time and then, if all parties were happy, her parents would ship over a trunk with the rest of her belongings for the duration of the five year contract. While waiting for her bags to come down to the carousel, Elsa watched her new employers from behind, as they stood hip-to-hip holding hands. She was pleased to see the open display of affection since that was, she knew, a sign of a happy stable family. It wasn't more than an hour's drive to the affluent development with the sign Wascana Estates and soon the beautiful sculptured lawn fronting a magnificent mansion by Elsa's standards. In her homeland, it was only the truly wealthy who lived in such richness. Eric saw her awed expression and laughed, saying " We don't own it; I do contract work on the side and my company bought it and leases it back to us as a tax deduction" She wasn't sure what this meant but was impressed none the less. As soon as the door opened, two small dynamos flew into their parents' arms "Mummy, Daddy! Is this Elsa?" Swinging the two beautiful children into their arms, Amanda did the introductions. "This is Simon; he is five and Korean. And this is Mary, she is four and from the Ukraine." Both kids wriggled free and threw their arms around Elsa's legs in innocent hugs as only little children can do. She crouched down on the driveway and hugged them tightly until all three ended up in a giggling mass of humanity while the two proud parents gazed fondly at the instant bonding between their little ones and the new au pair. Finally having settled into her own suite of rooms – very comfortable with her own private entrance and a small car for running errands and taking the kids out to the park – Elsa returned to the kitchen where she and Amanda worked together to prepare dinner. As explained to her, she would be primarily responsible to seeing to the children's needs since both parents worked but there would be a little helping around the house as well but Elsa found the demands reasonable and light. Part Two: A month had passed and Elsa was well settled into the routine of the household. Each day, she would bundle up the youngsters and pull them on their sled to the nearby park where she would play with them until they tired and would go home for a warm bath and a nap before their parents arrived home. Each evening, after the children had been once again bathed, read to and kissed good night by their parents, the three adults would sit in the family room before the fire and sip wine. Elsa was treated as a member of the family and a friend in short order – she had proven her worth almost immediately and won the hearts of the two little ones. Almost every night, as she passed the door to the master bedroom on her way to her own suite of rooms, Elsa could hear the soft moans of love making from behind the sealed doors and many of those nights, she would lie in her lonely bed as she visualized this beautiful loving couple intertwined in passionate sex. She would lay there, her hands at her breasts as she pulled on her nipples until her pussy cried out for release and she would drive two fingers deep inside and thrum her clit until she came with muffled cries into her pillow. She was so frustrated since she had broken up with her only boyfriend more 5 months ago and hadn't had sex since then. Well, this wasn't totally true. Her best friend Kristal, on the night of her break-up with Henrik, had come over to Elsa's apartment in Oslo to comfort her and lend a sympathetic ear. Kristal was bi-sexual and all her friends knew it and were comfortable with the fact. What Elsa did not know was that Kris had carried a yearning for her best friend since they were teens and Kristal knew she was different from the others. That night – it seemed so long ago but was still very fresh in Elsa's mind – the two young women had sat around in their PJ's and drunk several bottles of wine as they trashed the male species. As Elsa was starting to lose her inhibitions, her head rested on Kris' shoulder and she started to cry. Kristal comforted her by stroking her long golden hair and kissing her tears away. Soon, the kisses brushed Elsa's lips and she met the kiss with a warmth Kris never expected. The rest of the night the two attractive young women spent making love passionately and then gently as they found new ways of pleasure. Elsa was still uncomfortable with what had happened even now months later but she would still occasionally lay in bed at night stroking her clit and nipples together as she remembered that night with Kristal. The problem was, Kris' face started to become Amanda's and whenever this happened, Elsa would explode in an orgasm like she had never experienced. Part Three: One night, after about six weeks of working with the Adams, Elsa remained in the family room before the dying fire after Eric and Amanda had retired for the night. She was remembering the night before when she had been fantasying about her employers and what they did several times a week behind their closed door. She had had several orgasms and had thoughally soaked her sheets with her cum as she masturbated madly with the mental picture. After ensuring that the doors were secured and rinsing out her wineglass, she started up the stairs. In the dark of the hallway, she saw that the door to the master bedroom was slightly ajar and a beam of light slashed across the hall. She was about to pass to her own room when out of the corner of her eye, she saw Amanda standing nude in front of the cheval mirror examining her high small conical breasts with a critical eye. Her body was toned and slim and, in the reflection of the mirror, Elsa could she that Mandy (as she asked to be called) had a cleanly waxed pussy. Her labia were clearly visible and even her clit was poking its little head out. Mandy spoke by turning her head towards the open bathroom door. A nude Eric stood there watching his wife. "Do you think I have a body as sexy as Elsa's? She is so gorgeous, I just want to eat her up" As Eric reassured his wife and scooped her laughing into his arms to carry her to their love bed, Elsa stood rooted to the spot in the hall. Her pussy was tingling with excitement with what she had just heard and she knew that she would have to do everything possible to find a way into Amanda's bed. Just as she turned to hurry to her room to relieve herself, she saw Eric turn towards the door and, smiling in her direction to show that he knew she had heard, reached towards the bedside lamp to turn it off. However, it was not before he afforded her a look at his raging hard cock. It had to be about 7 ½" long and very thick and was streaming precum from its cut head. The room went dark. That night, Elsa hardly slept at all. She was on her knees with her face buried in her pillow as she humped her fingers almost constantly all night and cried out in orgasmic delight over and over. She needed to feel a man's cock – Eric's cock – soon or she would go crazy and she could almost feel Mandy's mouth and tongue as she feasted on her 25 year old pussy! But how could she bring that all about? Part Four: For the next several days, Elsa ensured that she wore only shorts or very short skirts around the house in the evenings and at breakfast as well as crop tops with no bra so that her nipples would show as they poked at the flimsy material. As she would bend to pick up one or another of the children, she tried to always position herself so that either Mandy and/or Eric could see her long slim legs and just a hint of her sexy panties she chose each morning. Between the top and the shorts or skirt, she always exhibited an expanse of flat tummy of toned back to the voyeurs. And it seemed to be working – whoever was in the room with her always seemed to be stealing glances in her directions. Several times, she caught Eric trying to adjust his obviously aroused cock along his pant leg and one in a while, Mandy would be watching her and would be rubbing her crouch against the edge of the kitchen counter top. After a few days of this teasing – and endless nights of masturbating her frustrations away – there came a night where Elsa couldn't stand it any more. After she had tried to unsuccessfully cum, she burst into tears and sobbed uncontrollably into her pillow. She didn't hear the door of her room open (she always kept it slightly ajar in case one of the children cried out in the night). She was unaware that someone was in her room until she felt the slight sag of the mattress beside her waist. Elsa turned over, eyes blurred with tears, to see Amanda seated beside her. As she wiped the tears away, she could see that Mandy had obviously been drawn by the sound of her tears and had only thrown on a short silk robe. It barely covered her pussy and the loose sash allowed a glimpse of a firm breast – the object of Elsa's dreams – to show. "What's wrong, baby?" Mandy asked as she bundled Elsa into her arms. "Why are you so unhappy? Is it something we've done?" she asked worriedly. Trying valiantly to stifle her tears, Elsa tried to reassure Mandy that it was strictly a personal thing but Mandy, who could smell the results of Elsa's recent orgasm, had a pretty good idea. As she stroked Elsa's hair and cooed softly to her, her hands stoked the young girl's back As she continued to comfort her ward, she felt Elsa's head relax against her shoulder and her arms encircled Mandy's back until they were hugging tightly. Without a word, Mandy tilted Elsa's face upward and gently swept her lips as soft as the kiss of a butterfly over Elsa's full lips. With a moan deep in her throat, Elsa pulled Mandy closer and returned the kiss with passion. Shocked, she pulled back and stared horrified at her beautiful employer. "I'm so sorry and ashamed, Mandy! I don't know why I did that! Oh God! What you must think of me!" Mandy just smiled and, placing her hands on either side of Elsa's face, pulled her into another kiss – this one initiated by herself. Knowing that the feelings were mutual, they continued to kiss as they ran their hands over each other's bodies. After 15 minutes of passionate tongue-engaging kisses, Mandy stood and, opening her sash, let the gown fall to the floor. Her alabaster body glowed in the moonlight as it flooded through the window and Elsa gasped at the beauty before her. Her small breasts stood high and proud and the dark nipples were hard and long. Elsa stood and quickly doffed her baby doll nightie and the women moved to embrace, their breasts rubbing erotically against each other as they crushed their bodies together kissing fervently. Mandy forced her leg between Elsa's and the younger woman rubbed her pussy along the firm thigh leaving a slick trail of excitement to gleam in the moonlight. Part Five: "Oh God, Mandy! I have been so lonely and horny! I need you!" As they held each other tightly, Mandy asked,"Have you overheard Eric and I, Sweetie? Blushing, she confessed to not only hearing but also having seen both of them the other night. She admitted to be so turned on and lonesome that she was driven to try to ease her frustrations through masturbation every night. She also admitted to her teasing tactics to try and get attention but that no one seemed to really notice. Mandy laughed as she hugged Elsa. "Baby, we have been so turned on by your showing off your body that our sex life has been hotter than ever as we have fantasized about having you in our bed! In fact, if you like, you can join us right now. Eric heard your crying and sent me in here to see if it was what we thought and if you were really in need, to invite you to join us" It was a Friday evening and the weekend stretched ahead so neither Mandy nor Eric were going into work. It also just so happened that that evening, Eric had taken to two children to his mother's for the weekend since she missed spending time with them and would keep them until Sunday evening. A whole weekend free to explore! Hugging Mandy in gratitude, Elsa didn't need any persuasion. The two women walked hand in hand down the hall to the master bedroom. Flickering candlelight illuminated the large room and was reflected in the tall cheval mirror. Sitting up in bed, Eric had the sheet drawn only to his hips and, as the two naked women entered, the sheet tented in obvious appreciation of the visions before him. Elsa was trembling in abject terror now that she had actually taken the step. Mandy drew her into her arms to sooth her and kiss her dears away. "Darling, if you don't want any thing to happen, we can just start off slowly and cuddle together in the bed" Nodding, Elsa moved towards the bed where Eric had lifted the sheet for her to climb in. She crawled over his warm body, just brushing against his erect cock, and lay down in the middle of the king sized bed. Mandy walked around the other side and slipped under the sheet and drew Elsa into her arms. As they kissed tenderly, Elsa felt Eric's hands caress her back and then slowly he moved his warm large hand around her to cup her firm-heaving breast. As Mandy's tongue slid into her welcoming mouth, she moaned as she felt Eric's fingers tweaking her nipples to bullet hardness. Elsa thrust her bottom back into Eric's crouch and felt his hard slippery shaft slip between her legs and along her aroused wet labia. As Mandy's fingers slid down her belly towards her pussy – she was on fire now with desire – Eric moved his cock back and forth through her pussy opening. Mandy's nimble fingers soon found her clitoris and while she wrapped her hand around her husband's moving cock, she stroked Elsa's clit gently. This was all it took to bring the young starving girl to her first orgasm of the night as she cried out their names! After a short rest, Mandy freed herself from the tightly curled threesome and moved to sit at the headboard with her legs outstretched and spread. Elsa, now hungry for the taste of her new lover, quickly knelt between Mandy's slim legs with her bum in the air and dove voraciously into her waiting hot cunt. Such a sweet taste! It was a feast that she had fantasized about almost from the first day she met her employers! And she wasn't disappointed – either by the taste or smell of Mandy's arousal or by her victim's groans and cries of "Oh God yes! Please don't stop! Yes, Baby; right there!" Mandy's hands pulled Elsa blond hair hard into her pussy as she tried to spread even wider to get more satisfaction. Elsa was so engrossed in her joy of finally tasting Mandy that she was oblivious for the moment to the feel of Eric's tongue at her own upturned pussy. Suddenly, his tongue drove deep inside her as he ran his thumb over her clit and she squealed in delight although her sounds were largely muffled in Mandy's pussy. As Eric replaced his tongue with two and then three fingers and proceeded to fuck her until his fingers curled to seek her g-spot. When he found that magic sensitive pad and started to rub it while he sucked on her clit, Elsa exploded in an orgasm like she had never experienced and her mouth left Mandy's cunt long enough for her to scream out as she sprayed Eric's face and hand with her tasty cum! Part Six: As she lay there, her ass still high in the air and her head resting on Mandy's thigh, She felt Eric's cock at the soaking entrance to her pussy so she moved her mouth once again to Mandy's clit and curled her own three fingers upwards to her boss's special spot. She found it and played Mandy like a virtuoso just as Eric slid his cock fully into her until it bottomed at her cervix. As Eric started to pound her pussy – so long starved for a man's cock – she tried to focus on pleasuring Mandy as much as she was feeling the rise of yet another orgasm. Both Eric and Mandy were gazing lustfully into each other's eyes as they shared the demanding sexy body of their au pair. Many a night since her arrival they had talked of their desire to share their bed with Elsa and both had dreamed of this night. Many of their most pleasurable nights of lovemaking had included fantasies of just this happening and now the time was finally here! With renewed vigour, Eric drove his rock hard cock into Elsa's steaming pussy; with each thrust, her forced her mouth and fingers deeper into Mandy until they were both on the brink of their own orgasms. As was their habit, they always waited for the other to cum which increased their mutual pleasure. This time, however, they were spurned on by the link they shared – Elsa's now sweat covered body. She was so sexy as she moved in concert with her loving employers that she had been driven to a level of bliss she had never in her life experienced. It had only been in her darkest fantasies that she had imagined making love with a couple, never mind one as vibrant and uninhibited as Eric and Mandy. And the high she was on as she continued to drown in Mandy's cum and savage her clitoris was way off the map as far as her dreams went. It was so wonderful; she never wanted it to end. She started to cum again – she had never cum this much before in her life and never with such a force! She was actually ejaculating she was so turned on! Au Pair As she once again sprayed Eric, this time onto his pistoning cock, he yelled out to both women that he was going to cum. This spurred on Elsa to lash Mandy's almost sore cunt until she too exploded, flooding Elsa's mouth with her sweet cum. The young woman greedily swallowed it all as she felt the throbbing of Eric's cock as he pulsed her pussy full of his hot thick cum. The three lovers continued their ministrations on each other until their weary bodies collapsed in a sweat and cum covered pile on the bed. As they untangled their interwoven bodies, they exchanged loving kisses and words of exhausted endearments as the candles flickered out. Cocooned together as one, they fell into a dreamless sleep until whatever awaited them for the rest of the weekend and into the future. The Beginning. Au Pair "Pamela, do you know what an Au Pair is?" asked her mother. "An unpaid slave who gets to work twenty four hours a day for the privilege of living as a family member in a strange household while at the same time trying to study for her university degree?" hazarded Pamela. "You'd better hope not," said her mother, "because you're about to become one. We've arranged for you to stay with the Chalmers next year while you're at uni. Peggy had 2 small children and is currently pregnant with twins and could use a little bit of extra help around the house. Peggy and Andrew are a lovely couple and I'm sure you'll like them. You'll be living with them and just giving Peggy a bit of a hand with household chores. It shouldn't be too strenuous." "Mum," protested Peggy. "I'm eighteen. Can't I just take a small flat and live there, maybe sharing with another student?" "Certainly, dear, if you prefer to," said her mother. "Ah, how do you propose to pay for it?" "And when are the Chalmers expecting me?" asked Pamela, ignoring her mother's comment. Shortly before the start of the first semester Pamela was settled in with the Chalmers. She found that Peggy and Andrew were both nice people and quite reasonable in the sort of chores they would expect her to do. Much the same as her mother had been demanding for the last year or so. Peggy, Pamela decided, was a sweetheart. The two kids were nice. Rumbustious, as all small children are, but not mean or deliberately naughty. Andrew was nice but loud, an extrovert with a hail-fellow-well-met attitude to everyone. All in all, Pamela decided, she had a good deal going. The semester started and Pamela found herself busy. The course she was taking was hard, but doable, and she had always had the knack of being able to study. Her friendship with the Palmers developed nicely, probably improved by the way Andrew laid down the law the one evening she'd come home a little tipsy. He hadn't said anything that night, but the next day he'd had a few firm words with her. She was there to attend university and he expected her to apply herself. As far as he was concerned he was standing in for her parents and she would do as told. In effect, the line had been drawn, and Pamela was not to cross it. This actually acted to boost Pamela's confidence. Her father would probably have acted in much the same way, and the incident made her feel more at home. It was on a hot Saturday afternoon that the incident happened. Pamela had offered to do the dishes after lunch and was standing at the kitchen sink doing so. Looking out the window Pamela could see a very pregnant Peggy relaxing by the kiddie wading pool where the children were happily splashing. Afterwards, Pamela had wondered if her clothes had contributed to the incident. Because of the heat, she was lightly dressed. Top, but no bra, short skirt and thong panties. Typical clothes really, for lounging around the house and doing a little studying. Pamela had her hands in the sink when a hand lifted the back of her skirt and pushed her panties to the side, exposing her mound. Then she felt something pressing hard against her mound, urging her lips to part and let it in. While not very experienced, Pamela wasn't a virgin. She knew damn well what that thing was that was pressing against her, and she wanted none of it. With a squeal and a curt "Stop it" she raised onto her toes, moving away from the cock pressing against her. Neither the squeal, the command to desist, nor the raising onto her toes made any difference. The cock followed her upward movement, the pressure increasing. Then it was forcing apart her lips and slipping between them, moving slowly up into her. Unable to rise any higher, Pamela found herself settling back down onto her feet, finding this resulted in helping that damned cock to go even deeper. "Will you stop this? Please," she gasped. "I don't want this and you know it." Again, her pleas were ignored, and she could feel herself slowly being filled. What was worse, she could feel excitement at the forbidden touch, her body's natural reaction being to accept and welcome the cock. Heat was pooling deep within her and she could feel moisture lubricating her passage. She could feel pubic hair, rough against her bottom, as her assailant finally pushed fully home. Hands that had been holding her hips now moved forward and up, sliding under her top, seeking and claiming her breasts. Then the torment started. Her assailant moved easily against her, almost gentle in his taking of her. She could feel a swaying movement as he moved in and out of her, slowly taking his pleasure. And he kept it up. Seconds seemed like minutes and minutes were hours as the sweet torment continued. There was no rush to a climax, just a constant gentle rocking against her, a slow sliding in followed by an equally slow withdrawal, time after time after time. Pamela found that she was breathing hard. Idly she mused that if she'd stopped to consider it, she would have put Andrew down as an energetic lover, not one who would move in this peaceful manner. She was, she realized, moving in accord with that gentle ravishment of her senses, pushing back to meet those thrusts. When, she wondered, had she moved from resigned to accepting to participating? And she needed more. What was happening was not enough. It was driving her wild, feeling that gentle torment when she now had a hard driving need. She choked on the words, but they came anyway. "Harder, please." "Mmm?" whispered a voice in her ears, giving her breasts a squeeze. "Please. I need more. Please." "If you like," came the whisper. The gentle motioned quickened, not much, but some. Not nearly enough to satisfy Pamela. "Damn you," she groaned. "Harder. You must." Again the pace picked up, and Pamela found that Andrew was slowly continuing to build up the pace. She was breathing hard, gasping out loud as the tempo continued to rise, and then she was giving little cries as he started slamming into her. It was obvious that he was now ready for his climax, and Pamela was past ready for hers. Desperately she thrust herself back against his rampaging cock, anxious to reach her climax before he came and left her wanting. Her breath was coming in short gasps and she jammed her hand in her mouth to stop herself screaming, vaguely tasting the soap from the dishes. Then she was shuddering, clinging to the cock inside her, feeling it spraying her, flooding her with potential life, and she was letting everything go but the sensations washing through her. Slowly she gathered her senses, feeling arms still around her, hands still cupping her breasts, cock still inside her, filling her. Breathing hard she looked out the window where Peggy sat, talking to her children in the pool. There was, she realised, another figure out there as well. Andrew was sitting on the other side of the pool, joining in the fun. So who was holding her?