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048 :: The au pair at work
Naomi awoke in the dark. Her movement caused the alarm to light up. Red numbers glowed on the wall. Five minutes before the alarm. She looked at Peter asleep on his back in the red glow. Watching him as a maiden would watch her lover sleep. Or as a mother would watch her child sleep. Or as a serial killer would watch her victim sleep. It was difficult to tell as the red glow faded.
The alarm sounded. The room started to brighten. Naomi reached her hand to Peter’s shoulder. She shook him gently.
Peter. (Naomi)
Peter woke. He smiled at Naomi.
You look happy today. (Peter)
She smiled at him. He sat up. Leaned forward as if to kiss her. Stopped. Touched her cheek. Turned away. Embarrassed.
I have got to go to work. (Peter)
Naomi reached for her Skroll. Peter got out of bed. He pissed. Wash his crotch. His arse. Lubricated his cock and his arse. Brushed his teeth. He stepped out of the cubicle. Did a twirl in front of the mirror. He was ready.
Watch you. (Naomi)
Peter looked confused. Naomi pointed to her Skroll.
I watch you. (Naomi)
Yes. Of course. (Peter)
He reached for her Skroll. Tapped the live circle. Pointed. They both looked at the camera.
It will follow me until you touch stop. You can change cameras here. You can zoom by stretching. (Peter)
Naomi nodded. She watched Peter leave the room. She watched him make coffee. He took the coffees to Diane’s room. He put the espresso on the occasional table. He paused at the open door. Naomi changed cameras. Peter looked directly at the camera. Directly at her. Nodded. Breathed deeply. He crossed to Diane. Put the cappuccino down. Walked around the bed. Sat next to Diane. Brushed her hair from her face. Kissed her neck. Naomi touched her neck. Peter ran his kisses down Diane’s shoulder. He pushed the duvet away as he went. Naomi’s fingers followed the path he was taking. Peter nuzzled about Diane’s saging bosom before sucking her nipple into his mouth. Diane was watching him. He took his time. He pushed her duvet away. His hand drifted over her stomach. His finger ran along her stretch marks towards her crotch. John came to the door. Daine looked at the door. Her hand reached for Peter’s head. She pushed him down. Naomi changed camera to see what John saw. Peter between Diane’s legs. His head rose and fell in long exaggerated strokes. Diane reached for her coffee. She took a small sip.
I am ready. Darling. (Diane)
Peter looked up toward John.
Lie on your back Peter. (John)
Peter lay down next to Diane. He started stroking his cock.
Are you sure. John. It is a bit dirty. I have not cleaned. (Diane)
I want to. (John)
It would be better tomorrow if I prepared properly. (Diane)
Nonsense. I want to today. (John)
Diane reached for the lube in the drawer. She passed it to Peter. She straddled Peter. He squirted lube onto his finger. He reached found Diane. Pressed the slippery finger into Diane's bum. Gently. More lube. He pressed two fingers into her bum. Diane lay heavily on him. He lifted her hips. He lined his cock to her cunny. Eased it in with a rocking hip motion. He put more lube on his fingers. He pushed three fingers into Diane’s bum.
Just try to relax. (Peter)
Naomi had not heard the whisper. The translation appeared on her screen.
Darling. (Diane)
John said nothing. He watched Peter fuck Diane. With his fingers. With his cock.
Just relax and it will be okay. (Peter)
Again Naomi had not heard the whisper.
Peter removed his fingers. He grabbed Diane’s bum. Spread her cheeks. John became animated. His cock stiffened as he stepped onto the bed. He spat on his hand. Rubbed the moisture onto the head of his circumcised penis. Onto the purple proud head. He put it to the little pucker Peter was holding open to him. He steadied himself. He gripped Diane’s waist. He thrust. Hard.
Oh fuck. (Diane)
John popped into her pooper. He waited a moment then started fucking her arse. Slow thrusting movements. Peter rocked in time with him. Their cocks in sync inside Diane. John looked ecstatic. Peter seemed to be concentrating. Diane had her eyes closed. She did not move. They did not make any sounds. John grunted. His fingernails dug into Diane’s waist. He left marks. He reached across to the bedside table. He took tissues from the box. He pulled his cock out of Diane. He wrapped it in the tissues. He kissed Diane’s shoulder.
Thank you darling. I am going to clean up. You will be okay to finish without me. (John)
Diane lifted her head. She silently watched John leave. She sat up on Peter. Naomi changed camera. She zoomed in. Diane looked angry. She looked determined. Naomi watched Diane’s face as she fucked Peter. Back. Forward. Back. Forward. Peter reached for her breasts.
Oh god. Oh god. (Diane)
Peter pinched her nipples.
Yes. Yes. Yes. (Diane)
She pushed her hips down on him. She squeezed. She looked at the ceiling. She breathed slowly. She reached round. Wiped herself with the duvet. She stood.
Clean this shit up. (Diane)
Peter gathered the sheet about him. Cleaned his crotch. He slipped off the duvet cover. Bundled the dirty linen carefully. Got clean linen from the cupboard. Made up the bed. Took the dirty linen with him as he left the room.
050 :: Practicing anal
Naomi sat watching the door. Waiting...
