My boss, Mr. Adams, calls me a nanny. He's pretty old school about things so I just let it go. I prefer the term, au pair, because it sounds so much more exotic and important. Mrs. Adams is probably the one who has the best grip on reality. She just calls me her "help."
I started working for the Adams' to help pay my way through business college. Then about three months into a graphics designer degree, I decided, "Fuck it." I didn't tell the Adams or my parents I quit school. And since Mr. and Mrs. Adams gave me a room along with my tiny salary, I didn't have to move back home. That was the big thing.
Is there something wrong with a young girl wanting to find herself? I'd been doing what my parents wanted since I was a baby. Well, not totally. I'd done a lot of thing – and guys – that they would have shit hemorrhaged if they knew.
The Adams were a nice young couple, maybe a bit too into money and social standing for my taste, but they were trying to make their marriage succeed and they looked really good doing it. Mrs. Adams was about 5'7" with long silky black hair and dark brown eyes. She'd managed to get her figure back after Kendra was born by spending long hours with her personal trainer, Dan. I used to wonder how anyone could spend so much time working out until the time I saw Dan going down on her in the living room while Mr. Adams was at work. His big shoulders popped out of his tight wife beater t-shirt. His biceps bulged as he bent his arms to hold her ass up to meet his lips and tongue. Mrs. A has a beautiful pussy and I could tell by the expression on Dan's face that it tasted as good as it looked. And her moans from the workout mat told me Dan's talents extended to more than just fitness coach.
Mrs. A reached down to part her wet lips to make it easier for Dan to get in to the sensitive spots where she wanted him. He ran his tongue up her ass to her clit, then tongue-fucked her like his tongue was a tiny penis. I found myself wondering what Dan was packing in his shorts.
Kendra was down for a nap. Mrs. A was oblivious to anything. Dan was centered on Mrs. A's pussy. I was partially hidden in the hallway but no one was looking at me anyway. I quietly unzipped my jean shorts and rubbed my pussy through my panties. They were wet and sticky from watching. I slid one finger inside my panties and rubbed my hard little clit.
Mrs. A was shifting her hips, thrusting them at Dan and moaning loudly. As I watched, she slid her hands up her body and pulled her sports bra up, releasing her large breasts. She was so much fuller and more womanly than I was. I was jealous of those tits but at the same time I wanted my hands and mouth on them. I wondered how she'd respond if I walked into the room and joined her and her personal trainer. But the job was too good to risk.
I pulled my finger from my pussy and tasted myself, pretending it was my beautiful boss' juice coating my finger. I closed my eyes and moaned.
Oooops.
When I opened my eyes, Dan was looking at me. Mrs. A was too involved to have heard, but Dan winked and ran his tongue around Mrs. A's clit.
I slid my shorts down around my hips and stepped out of them. I rubbed my pussy roughly as Dan watched. He lowered Mrs. A's hips to the mat and stood over her. His tight workout shorts revealed the outline of his huge cock. I couldn't help wondering if he and Mrs. A had done this before or if I was witnessing the first time.
Mrs. A sat up and pulled Dan shorts down around his ankles. His beautiful cock bobbed free and hard and she leaned in and took the head into her mouth. Dan moaned at her action but his eyes were on me. I pulled my t-shirt over my head, unhooked my bra and let him see me nude.
He moaned again but whether in approval for what my boss was doing or for my body, I couldn't be sure. I took it as a compliment.
I began to rub my pussy more furiously. My cunt was dripping down the inside of my thighs and I could barely catch my breath as Dan turned Mrs. A's body slightly and then lowered himself on top of her, impaling her on that massive dick. He'd moved her to get a better angle to watch me without Mrs. A being the wiser.
I got bold, stepping out of the hallway, turning and bending so he could see my ass and my sweet dripping pussy as I thrust two fingers in and out. I wished it was his cock fucking me. I wished I was feeling his cock in me as Mrs. A licked at my...
My orgasm caught me by surprise and shook my whole body. I moaned too loudly but Dan quickly covered for me by growling as he plowed Mrs. A's pussy. I could hear how wet she was. Any closer and I'd smell her.
I think it was too much for Dan. He pulled out and Mrs. A quickly sat up in front of him, taking most of his load down her throat. She swallowed it, then kissed the head of his cock.
"That was quick," Mrs. A said. "I must be better than I thought."
I slipped back into the hallway and gathered up my clothes.
I masturbated to that scene, alone and under my covers, for the next few nights. Then one night about a week later, I was tired of my fingers. I wanted a real cock. It bothered me enough that I couldn't sleep.
I got up to get some milk. I sleep in just panties, so I grabbed a denim shirt and pulled it on, unbuttoned, for the walk to the kitchen.
There was a light on in Mr. A's den. His desk lamp, I guess. I peeked in the open door and saw Mr. A typing on his computer keyboard with one hand. The other hand was on his hard cock that was protruding from his open robe.
Do these people ever fuck each other? I thought.
He was obviously involved in a sexual conversation with someone on the other side of the Internet.
I knew Mrs. A was a heavy sleeper. That was one of the reasons they needed an au pair – nanny – help – fuck it – ME! When I saw Mr. A stroking feverishly, I decided that being a voyeur this time just wasn't going to cut it.
