Au Pair, Chapter 3

  • Posted on February 7, 2018 at 10:59 am

By Misty Meadow

On that first night after Ashley and I first made love, her mother Ursula was in an especially randy frame of mind, dropping some very blatant hints that she was in the mood to fuck. But I was completely sated from my afternoon in bed with Ashley.

I managed to dodge Ursula’s advances until she started to get irritated. “Slow down,” I finally said when she tried to corner me with a kiss. “You’re pushing things. Let’s take our time and draw this out. We’re like moths and candle flames, you and I.”

She clutched my arms. “But my cunt is dripping wet. I need you now, damn it!”

“You can always masturbate,” I said. I admit it — that sounded a bit callous, even to me. But I’d been calling the shots in our sexual relationship from the word go, and had no intention of letting her guilt-trip me into her bed for a pity fuck.

“Will you watch me while I do it, at least? That’s all I ask of you. I want you to see how hard I can come with you there.”

My thoughts were so fixated on Ashley that sex games with Ursula felt beside the point, but I figured it was best to do at least this much for her. Nodding, I said, “Okay, go up to your room. I’ll join you in a minute.”

Once she’d left, I went upstairs and checked up on Ashley, who always seemed to resemble an angel when she slept, then crept into my own room, where I stripped off and donned a pair of white stockings and a very short silk camisole. I let one shoulder strap fall off to expose my left tit. I looked for some suitable knickers, but then thought, Why bother? They’ll be off in a couple of minutes anyhow.

When I entered Ursula’s room, she was already naked, seated at the head of the bed, her knees up, thighs well parted as she waited for me, her cunt on offer. Despite my waning attraction to her, I could feel myself getting wet. I pulled up a chair to the foot of the bed, sat in it and hooked my knees over its arms, my splayed thighs showing off everything I had.

I watched as she frigged herself, her eyes locked on my treasure. Her technique was different from mine — she placed the middle finger on her clit and strummed it from side to side. I briefly did the same, but then went back to my favourite method, placing a finger on either side of my clit and working them up and down. From time to time I’d thrust them into myself, then withdraw and suck them, all the while commenting on how delicious my pussy was.

Then Ursula reached over to the bedside table, slid open its drawer, fumbled around inside and pulled out a vibrator. After she buzzed her nipples with it, I expected she’d apply it to her clit, like I usually did — but to my surprise, Ursula slid down onto her back, drew both knees up to her shoulders, touched the tip of the vibrator to her rosebud, then eased it deep inside until all eight or so inches were buried in her arse.

“Shit, this f-feels so good! You should try it.” She sawed the vibrator in and out, using the other hand to maul her clit. “Oh, God, oh fuck! Are you… are you into anal, Misty?” She was panting with each stroke, forcing the words out.

“Sometimes, yeah. That does look like fun.”

“This, this isn’t the only sex toy I’ve g-got, by the way. There’s my strap-on dildo — and one of these days I’m gonna let you fuck me, d-do me long and hard with it. Oh, Misty, how would you like it if I — if I fucked you?”

“Let’s not run before we can walk,” I said. “Go ahead, get yourself off. I wanna see you come.”

“Oh, I’m just about to come, b-but I want to watch you come, my — oh, my darling.” Her voice grew louder. “Come for me. Come for Mummy!”

Strange — she’d never called herself that during our sex games. Did Ursula regard me in the same light as I did her daughter?

“I’m coming,” I assured her, though I actually wasn’t. “Fuck yourself! Shove that vibrator up your arse, you slut!”

She smiled, knowing I was just talking dirty to get her hot. Her wrist was pumping like a piston as she fucked her bum. I could see that she was about to come, so I let out a loud cry, clenched my thighs tightly together and made a face like I’d just bitten into a lemon. I didn’t often need to fake orgasms with my lovers, but when I did, it was damn convincing.

Her eyes went big, her chest flushed bright red and I watched as she came, crying out loud enough to wake Ashley. “Misty! Oh, Misty, I love you!”

This was the first time she’d ever used the L word with me. Had she said it a day or two earlier, I might have melted, but now the wall of separation I’d built between fucking Ursula and loving Ashley was crumbling, and my enthusiasm for sex with my little darling’s mother was beginning to erode.

When we’d come back to earth, I took the vibrator into her en-suite bathroom and rinsed it off. I was going to borrow it and I needed it to be perfectly clean.

“That was awesome,” Ursula sighed said when I came back into the bedroom.

“I don’t know which was best,” I said, in support of my faked ecstasy, “watching you or being watched. Both are a huge turn-on.”

She smiled. “Oh, there are lots more adventures waiting for us to enjoy… we’re just starting on this ride.”

All I could think was, Ms. Urquart, you don’t even know how true that is.

*****

As the days went by, my love for Ashley grew, just as my urge for sex with Ursula waned. I tried to conceal that from her, but she seemed to sense it somehow — and it only made her desire that much more intense. She came on to me hot and heavy almost every night, and I had to plead a headache, or my period, to put her off. I still felt a certain warmth toward Ursula, but her obsession with me was exhausting.

On the other hand, Ashley and I grew steadily bolder with each other — less inhibited, far more adventurous. It took very little persuading to get her to let me take saucy photos of her with my phone. She quickly came to love posing for me, with pictures ranging from a shot of her lifting her skirt to total nudity, her body contorted into all sorts of lewd positions, the better to show off her cunt. On her bed, in the tub, seated on the stairs, doing cartwheels along the landing — whenever I had my phone handy, she’d encourage me to take pictures of her. One of my favourites showed her doing a handstand stark naked with her legs splayed wide apart, the better to show off her treasure. I even took shots during sex when she was eating my pussy, gazing into the lens with adoring eyes as her tongue darted and flickered inside me.

As Ursula’s fixation on me grew, I became paranoid about my growing collection of Ashley snaps. If she ever got a look in my phone, she’d find enough hardcore paedo-porn on there to have me locked away for life. My solution was to purchase a second phone for everyday use, and stash the old one in the inner pocket of a jacket I never wore.

*****

One afternoon, I lay on Ashley’s bed as she licked me and sucked on my clit. She brought me to a crashing orgasm that made me feel as if my whole body was ablaze — then as I slowly returned to the world, she idly toyed with my cunt, her index finger circling the opening.

Suddenly she looked up at me. “I bet I could get my whole hand inside,” she said, a look of excitement on her face. “Can I try? Would it hurt, d’you think?”

“Maybe a bit, but it’ll be worth it,” I said. “Go ahead, fold your thumb in and push.”

My cunt was so relaxed and wet that her hand slid in easily — past her wrist, almost halfway to the elbow. She was amazed and delighted, while I was practically climbing the walls. Oh, I’d had generously-sized fake pricks inside me before, but nothing as long as Ashley’s arm.

After I came again, this time even more explosively, she withdrew her hand and spread my pussy lips open as wide as they’d go, peering into the dark pink cavern. “Wow, you’re huge! Your cunt is enormous! I gotta take a picture of this,” she said.

I looked at the result on the screen. Taken close up, it was a sea of wet pink flesh surrounding a black hole that looked almost big enough to swallow a tennis ball. Even I was impressed.

*****

One Friday afternoon, I collected Ashley from her school and walked her home, her arm linked in mine. The instant we came in the door, she tossed her backpack on the hall table, took her school blazer off and lifted her skirt high up under her chin.

“You love looking at my knickers, don’t you?” she said, her eyes bright. “Show me yours.”

I was sorely tempted, but managed to shake my head. “Homework first.”

She scowled. “Fuck homework, it can wait. I wanna see your knickers. Go on, show me.”

I tried to seem nonchalant as I hoisted my dress, pushed my feet apart and thrust my hips forward, but I was secretly thrilled. Although we’d done this many times before, showing my underwear off to Ashley was much more exciting than masturbating for Ursula.

We grinned at each other, let our skirts fall and went into the kitchen. She sat on the breakfast bar, her feet up on a stool, her legs spread wide. There was a small damp patch on the crotch of her knickers.

I touched it with my fingertips. “Did you forget to wipe yourself when you peed?”

Smiling, she shook her head. “No, no, I always wipe. That’s my cunt getting wet for you, Misty.” She leaned back, her hands flat on the counter top behind her, and parted her thighs even further. The coquettishness of the early days of our relationship had developed into aggressive shamelessness.

“My God, Ashley, you’re turning into a little slut.” I was still grinning.

“Yes, but I’m your slut, Misty. Take my knickers off and do naughty things to my cunt.” She lifted her hips and I slid her knickers from under her bum, up her thighs, over her knees, down to her ankles, freed them from her feet and pressed them to my face, inhaling deeply.

“Oh, you’re a knicker sniffer, huh? Me, too. I sniff mine whenever I take them off.” I tossed them aside and stared at her, perched so irresistibly on the counter top. “Kiss my cunt!” she demanded.

“Just a sec,” I said and dashed upstairs. A few seconds later I came down again, this time totally naked, Ursula’s vibrator in hand.

“Is that one of those sex toy thingies?” she asked, her eyebrows raised.

“It’s your mum’s vibrator. She keeps it in her bedside table. You’re gonna love this.” I reached out with one hand to spread her cunt lips with my fingers. She was dripping wet. “Were you fingering yourself just now?”

“Of course I was. I’ve been doing it a lot recently, ever since we…”

“Started loving each other,” I finished for her. I pushed a finger deep into her, took it out and sucked it. Then I pushed it in again, removed it and offered it for her to taste. She took it deep into her mouth and I could feel her tongue caressing it.

“More. Gimme more. Here, finger your cunt and let me taste that.” I obliged, and she eagerly sucked on my finger again.

“Now,” I said, “we’re gonna open a whole new chapter of your sex education.” I twisted the vibrator’s base and it buzzed.

“Cool!” Ashley squealed.

“Just wait.”

I touched it to her clit — she jerked in surprise but immediately relaxed. “Oh, my God, it’s like an electric shock.”

“Good, huh?”

“Awesome! Let me do it to you.”

“Later. Now I’m gonna fuck you with it.” Her eyes went big as she looked down at the toy as I placed the tip between her lips and gently pressed it into her.

“Pheeeeew,” she exhaled. “Oooh, it’s amazing! I love it!” I slowly withdrew it almost all the way, then pushed it back in again. Falling into a steady tempo, I began pumping the toy in and out, staring at her flushed face, observing her reaction. She flung her head back, mouth open, her breath growing deep and ragged.

I dropped to one knee, bringing my face level with the action. I noticed a small mole she had, where her leg joined her body. While fucking her, I used the middle finger of my free hand to play with Ashley’s clit. From her sighs and groans, I could tell that she was experiencing ecstasy on a level she’d never reached before.

Every ten seconds or so, I’d withdraw the vibrator and place my mouth on her cunt, sucking on her clit and licking her pussy lips, then I’d slip the toy back into her. The whole area around her cunt was flushed bright pink, making it clear how excited she was.

“Oh, Misty, this is so fucking good! Don’t stop! I’m g-gonna come! Oh, shit, I’m in heaven! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

Then the door slammed open and a voice screamed, “ASHLEY!”

Fuck! It was Ursula. She wasn’t supposed to be home for hours.

The vibrator fell to the floor with a clatter as Ashley slammed her legs together. I jumped to my feet and tried to shield her with my body, but Ursula shoved me to one side.

“You little fucking whore!” she yelled, slapping her daughter hard on the face. I grabbed her arm to stop her doing it again, but she pushed me away again, snarling, “I’ll deal with you later, bitch!”

Ashley burst into tears, wailing, face buried in her hands. “I’m sorry, Mummy,” she sobbed, her whole body shaking.

“Get out!” Ursula screamed at me. “Get out of my house now!”

“If you hit her again, you’ll regret it,” I hissed back at her.

“Fuck you!” Her face was contorted with rage. “You’re finished! Pack your stuff and get the fuck out!”

“No! No!” Ashley wailed.

“We need to calm down and talk about this,” I said, trying to put out the flames.

Ashley climbed down from the counter and, still sobbing, looked round for her knickers.

Ursula’s face was stone. “There’s nothing to talk about. You molested my twelve-year-old daughter. Twelve! I could have you arrested, thrown in prison. Think about that!”

My heart was racing, but my voice was rock-steady. “Then think about this. If the world learns about Ashley and me, what will Ashley learn about?” I looked at her pointedly.

Ursula paused in mid-rant. She hadn’t thought about that, what her daughter’s reaction would be if she found out what we’d been getting up to. In the meantime, Ashley found her knickers on the floor and put them on.

“Go to your room!” Ursula snarled and the poor little waif trudged off up the stairs, still crying.

She wheeled back to me. “Are you telling me you’d tell her about us? All of it? You fucking cunt. How dare you threaten me?” She stood there, fists clenched, breathing hard, trying to calm herself. “You know what that would do to Ashley, damn you. She’d hate me for it!”

“It would crush her, yes,” I said, calmly, “but if I have to, I’ll tell her everything.” To be honest, I didn’t want to break Ashley’s heart any more than it was broken at the moment, but this was the only card I had to play.

She changed tack. “How long have you two been…?”

“Having sex? A couple of months or so.”

“Is she still a virgin, at least?”

I shook my head. “Her cherry was popped a long time ago, before my time.”

“What have you been doing to her, then? How far have you got?”

I bent down and picked up the vibrator from the floor. “This was the first time we played with this. Other than that… we’ve done pretty much everything lesbian lovers do. We both enjoy oral sex. Giving and receiving.”

“She’s gone down on you?” Ursula was incredulous. “Jesus Christ, she’s… she’s only twelve years old, for fuck’s sake!”

“How old were you the first time you ate pussy?” I shot back.

“None of your fucking business!” she snapped.

This wasn’t working, damn it. I had to keep cool, had to do my best to calm Ursula down before she lost it completely. I took a deep breath, steadied my voice. “Listen to me. Ashley and I are in love with each other, head over heels. I know you don’t care what happens to me, but think of her. If you kick me out… she’ll be devastated.”

“You took advantage of an innocent little girl, you perverted slut!”

“I fell for her. It wasn’t a choice. It happened to me like a bolt of lightning out of the sky. Ashley felt the exact same way, she told me so.” Ursula just glared at me. “You need to know that at no time did I do anything to your daughter without her full consent. Okay, yeah, I broke the law — it was either that or break her heart.”

She threw up her hands. “So she had a crush. Big deal! I had crushes at her age, and I got over them. It’s all part of growing up.”

“Face facts. Ashley is already gay. Sexual orientation is not a choice, you know that. Sooner or later Ashley was going to have her first lesbian experience. When we first made love, it was a thing of beauty, a precious moment in her life that she’ll never forget. For that matter, neither will I.”

“You’re trying to polish a turd,” Ursula said. At least she’d stopped yelling.

“You need to talk to her, as soon as you calm down. Give her a hug, say you love her.”

She reached out to take a half-empty bottle of wine from the counter, yanked the cork out and upended it, taking several large swallows. This was good. Alcohol was exactly what she needed at that moment. She found a glass and poured the remaining wine into it.

“I gotta think about this,” she said, more to herself than me.

“If you want to fire me, be my guest,” I said, “but at least sleep on it.”

“I don’t think I’ll be sleeping tonight,” she muttered.

“Let me stay the night, at least. Tomorrow we can sit down and decide what’s to be done.”

She gazed at me, as much in sorrow as anger. “You betrayed me, Misty. You took advantage of my trust and molested my little girl.”

I couldn’t let that slide. “You need to look up the work ‘molest’ in a dictionary, Ursula. I never did a single thing to her that she didn’t want me to do. I always let her take the lead.”

“I’ll deal with her in the morning, but there’s no way you can keep working here. You have to go.”

“To where? I don’t have another home. If I leave now, I’ll only have to come back for my stuff tomorrow, so I might as well stay the night, at least. Go upstairs and hug your daughter and let her know that you don’t hate her,” I urged, pushing my luck. “Don’t leave her in tears. Right now, she probably feels as if her world has just ended. Go and tell her it hasn’t.”

I could see the fight going out of her with a deep sigh. “Fine, fine. You can stay the night, but on no account are you to go into her room or the bathroom while she’s in there, get me? And she can’t go into your room, either. You’re not to ever touch her again. If you do, I’ll have the police on you. Now get out of my sight!”

Mounting the stairs, I breathed a silent prayer of thanks. I’d won a stay of execution.

*****

I lay in bed, unable to sleep. Ashley’s heart wasn’t the only one that had been broken. I was filled pity for my little lover, mixed with with intense self-recrimination. Why in God’s name had I made love to her in the kitchen, when we could have gone to my room? If Ursula had come up to the second floor we’d have heard her approach, and Ashley would’ve had time to hide under the bed — but I’d been too overwhelmed by lust to think straight. And now I’d lost her, most likely for good.

There had to be a way to turn Ursula round so that I could stay employed as her au pair. I tossed and turned for hours until dawn crept through the window, finally falling into an uneasy sleep.

Soon to follow, sure as night succeeds day: Chapter 4!

 

5 Comments on Au Pair, Chapter 3

  1. Amanda Lynn says:

    Wonderful chapter. Looking forward to seeing how this is going to work out.

  2. MrStrut says:

    Great chapter Misty, I loved it. I like the way the reality of the situation had to come out in the open. Looking forward to how you talk Ursula into staying and continuing with Ashley. Can’t wait for Chapter 4!

  3. kacey says:

    Good chapter. But folks, remember the “mummy” line when Ursula was on the bed? A small bit of leverage there, I suspect. Roll on ch.4!! :-)

  4. zayne says:

    I really never liked Ursula to begin with, I think she was just mad at the fact that she saw her 12 year old daughter with someone she wasn’t supposed to be with, yet she slept with Misty, and yes it was consensual, but Misty wasn’t really into it, especially when she realized she was falling for Ashley, and Ursula still decided to pursue Misty. I see this ending in a couple ways; we’ll just have to wait and see for the next one.

  5. C says:

    Thank you Misty. Your stories never disappoint. I hope that Ursula will come to her senses and realize that there is nothing wrong with her daughter making love with her pretty female babysitter.

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