It was Thursday night and Émilie was putting the children to bed. Sarah snuffled contentedly in her sleep and Harry was fighting a losing battle. His eyelids flickered once, twice, and then he was out. Émilie checked the intercom was switched on and carefully tiptoed her way out of the room.
As she walked past the kitchen, she heard the pop of a wine cork. Audrey, her employer and the children’s mother, poured a couple of glasses of white wine for herself and Émilie.
Émilie had forgotten that Audrey’s husband was away for the night. Though it was obvious that Audrey hadn’t as she stood wearing a sheer black gown and very little else.
Émilie’s first week working as the Bellingham’s au pair had been eventful, to say the least. She had ended up sleeping with both parents, with both of them expecting it to be kept a secret. Now, with Jack Bellingham away on business, Audrey wanted a much less hurried encounter.
Émilie walked into the kitchen at Audrey’s request and reached for the glass of wine. Immediately, Audrey pressed herself against Émilie and kissed her, barely letting the French girl set her glass back down again.
“I’ve been waiting all week to get you alone, Émilie,” Audrey murmured as she kissed Émilie on the mouth and jaw and neck. Audrey’s fingers pawed at the young woman’s breasts, tugging open the short-sleeved yellow blouse, searching for access.
Audrey’s hands slipped inside the blouse and cupped the cotton print bra. It was Émilie’s favourite. Small blue flowers dotted the fabric and it was lined with pale blue lace.
“You’re such a sexy little tart, aren’t you, Émilie?” Audrey whispered as she dragged her teeth over Émilie’s ear lobe. Émilie sucked in her breath as the older English woman sank her teeth into the fleshy lobe and chewed the silver stud earring.
Audrey’s fingers deftly unfastened Émilie’s jeans and the girl gave a wriggle to help the denim slide down her thighs.
“Mmmm matching panties, how chic,” Audrey giggled as her fingers caressed Émilie’s mound through the cotton. “I think we should take this into the bedroom.” Audrey broke the kiss and picking up her glass and the bottle, headed for the main bedroom.
Émilie kicked off her jeans and wearing just her bra and panties, picked up her wine and followed her.
When she walked into the bedroom, Audrey was pulling the strap tight. The purple strap-on pointed lewdly in front of her. Her gown lay in a crumpled heap on the floor.
“I want you to show me how Jack fucked you.”
Émilie froze. “Merde,” she muttered. So much for keeping it a secret.
“I… I don’t know what you mean?” Émilie stammered, blushing. Audrey crossed the room and slapped her hard across the cheek.
“You lying slut. You putain!” she spat.
Émilie stood, holding her cheek.
“Show me,” Audrey demanded.
With a nod of acquiescence, Émilie lowered herself to the floor and slowly wanked the plastic girlcock. She kissed and licked it before taking it into her mouth and lubricating it with her saliva. She stroked the girlcock with one hand while she slid the other between Audrey’s legs and stroked her perineum. She smeared Audrey’s pussy juices along her slit and over her puckered dark star. As she took more of the girlcock into her mouth, she pushed her finger into Audrey’s asshole, feeling the woman tense as she pushed against her anal ring.
Audrey’s fingers gripped Émilie’s hair and pulled her face away. “And then?”
Émilie climbed on to the bed and got on all fours. Her face was pressed into the sheets and her raised arse was offered towards Audrey. She reached behind and pulled her panties to one side, revealing her dripping wet pussy to Audrey.
Audrey climbed onto the bed behind Émilie and pushed the girlcock into her, taking her just like Jack had a few nights earlier. Audrey gripped Émilie’s hair, wrapping the trestles around her fingers as she tugged the girl’s head back.
“You are a fucking French whore,” she growled, slamming her hips forward, forcing the girlcock deep inside Émilie.
“You told me ‘no boyfriends but some girlfriends’ and then I find out you’ve been fucking my husband the first chance you get.”
Audrey fucked Émilie harder, faster and deeper as she spat the words out of her mouth. Émilie felt tears prick her eyes as her hair was pulled hard. This wasn’t lovemaking, this was the wife laying down a marker. Émilie’s fingers gripped the sheets as despite the ferocity of the fucking, she could feel herself getting wetter and wetter.
“Fout, baise-moi,” Émilie pleaded as the slamming of the girlcock deep in her pussy sent her closer and closer.
“Did you cum on his cock, putain?” Audrey demanded. “Did he cum in you?”
“Oui, Madam,” Émilie whimpered as she felt it build inside her. Older dominant women always reduced her to jelly and this was so what she needed. She needed to be just taken and used.
With a howl, Émilie orgasmed as Audrey slammed the girlcock deep inside her. She heard Audrey whimper and cry behind her and then felt the woman collapse on top of her. Émilie knelt there, letting the aftershocks ripple through her, listening to their breathing as the two women recovered. Finally, Audrey pulled herself off.
“Now that’s we’ve established that you are a whore, Émilie. We are having a party here on Saturday night. I’d like you to introduce yourself and play with the guests… entertain them.”
Émilie nodded, her eyes downcast. She wasn’t entirely sure what sort of party Audrey meant, but the implication seemed to be she was to act like a whore.
Émilie didn’t see Jack until Saturday. His flight had been delayed and she was in bed by the time she heard the front door close. She lay there, wondering if Audrey was going to confront him. Would she tell him that she knew he had fucked Émilie?
Whatever had or hadn’t been revealed, Jack was in a very good mood on Saturday. He played football with Harry in the back garden while Émilie helped Audrey get ready for the party.
“Who all is coming?” Émilie inquired as she laid the wine bottles and glasses along the sideboard.
“Just a few neighbours. Now, the kids will be going to stay in Sophie’s house, number six. A babysitter has been hired for the evening and all the kids are sleeping over in the one house. It means all the parents are free to play and our two won’t be disturbed by the noise.”
Émilie nodded. She hoped it wouldn’t be a boring dinner party.
“The au pairs will be here too. You’ll get to meet them all, hopefully.”
Émilie smiled at this. She’d hoped to meet someone her own age, even if just for a coffee while the kids played sometime.
“Oh, and Émilie, wear something nice tonight.” Audrey stepped closer and ran her fingers along the hem of her tee-shirt. “Something classy and easy access, ok?”
Émilie swallowed and nodded. “Oui, Madam.”
“That’s a good girl.”
Émilie stood in her room. She had on a fresh pair of navy blue panties and a matching bra. She pulled out one sundress after another, holding them up against her body as she looked in the mirror. Finally, having settled on the cream dress with blue cornflowers, she headed back to see if there was anything still needing to be done. The kids had already been shipped off to the babysitter and the food was all prepared. Émilie found Jack pouring a glass of red wine when she arrived. He looked up and smirked and poured a second glass for her. She nodded her thanks and had just taken a sip when Jack grabbed her other wrist and pulled her closer.
“I see you couldn’t keep your mouth shut.” The words were snarled into her ear. “Next time I ask you to keep a secret, do it. Otherwise, you’ll be out on your ear, you stupid French slut.”
Émilie nodded and gazed at the ground. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “She knew. I didn’t say anything.”
“Just make sure you don’t give her any reason to be disappointed in you tonight. Make sure you play your part. She wants you to entertain. Do whatever you’re asked and you’ll be ok. Understood?”
“Oui, Monsieur.”
Just then the doorbell rang and the first guests arrived. Everyone seemed to arrive at once and the kitchen was full to bursting in only a few minutes. It was a warm evening and some of the guests had spilt out onto the patio. Émilie could see the glow from a half dozen cigarettes as conversations were struck up all around her.
She wandered over to three young women standing talking by the kitchen stove.
“You must be Émilie,” A tall blonde girl asked as she thrust out her hand. “I’m Silke.”
She smiled and then nodded in the direction of the other two girls. “And this is Olivia and Ava.”
“I guess you’re the other au pairs I heard about?” Émilie smiled.
“Yep. here to provide eye candy and a touch of the foreign exotic to their drab suburban swinger parties.”
“Oh Silke, it’s not that bad,” Olivia interjected. “Though it is a swingers party. They have one every month or so. They all swap house keys in a bowl. It’s like some bad 70’s porn movie.”
“Though most of the wives seem more interested in each other. That’s why we are here. To entertain the men mainly.” Ava grinned as she licked her lips at the thought.
“Where are you from anyway, Émilie?” Silke enquired and soon they were discussing their various home towns. Olivia and Silke were both Dutch and Ava was German.
Émilie kept watching the comings and goings and as the alcohol acted as the social lubricant, everyone seemed more relaxed. She was just on her way back from the bathroom when Audrey caught her arm and dragged her into a conversation she was having with two of the other mums.
“This is the little whore I was telling you about. Not even here two weeks and already balls deep in my husband, I tell you, if she wasn’t such a delicious little fuck, I’d string her up.” Audrey giggled as she ran her hand over Émilie’s ass cheek.
Paula, the neighbour from number ten stepped closer. Émilie could smell the cigarettes and alcohol on her breath.
“How old are you?”
“I’m twenty one,” Émilie blushed. Paula was wearing a low cut blue top and a pair of white jeans and had a similar physique to Audrey. She felt a little vulnerable surrounded by these older married women and it was making her pussy drip into her little blue panties. She imagined them like vultures circling her, waiting to pick her off and use her.
“Twenty-one,” Paula sighed, looking at Audrey and Rebecca, another neighbour Émilie had seen walking through the estate. Rebecca was a little older and seemed rather primly dressed in a long black high collared tunic dress and riding boots.
“You always go for the brunettes, don’t you Audrey. What’s wrong with a blonde like Silke or Ava?”
“Oh, Rebecca. You and your blondes. I swear you are so predictable.”
Émilie felt a little lost in the conversation. She saw a man approach Ava and lead her off, holding her hand. Silke said something to Olivia and the two of them laughed.
Rebecca ran her eyes over Émilie, taking in the brunette hair, the tanned skin and the lithe figure teasingly revealed by the summer dress.
“Maybe I will try something different then. They say a change is as good as a rest.”
Audrey and Paula both saw Rebecca looking at Émilie and grinned.
“Come on then, Émilie. Give me the guided tour. Show me your room.” Rebecca ordered as she stepped forward and took Émilie by the arm.
“My husband has already gone off with Ava so let’s hope they haven’t taken your room.”
As soon as the door to Émilie’s room closed, Rebecca’s dress was on the floor. Émilie’s eyes bulged in shock as she took in the black corset and hold up stockings. Rebecca wasn’t wearing any panties and a full bush of black curls could be clearly seen.
Rebecca stood with her hands on her hips and stared into Émilie’s eyes.
“Well, here we are now.”
She pressed the play button on Émilie’s cd player and music filled the room.
“Entertain me. Dance for me, Émilie. Give me a little Gallic striptease.”
She sat in the chair and didn’t take her eyes off Émilie. Émilie bit her lip then slowly started to sway her hips. She pushed first one strap of the dress then the other off her shoulders before letting the dress fall and crumple on the floor around her feet.
She kicked her canvas trainers off and walked around the room in her bra and panties, letting Rebecca see her from all angles. She felt a frisson of excitement as she saw the older woman squirm a little in her seat. She reached behind her back and unfastened her bra. She kept it pressed to her chest with the other hand as she swayed to the music, making the woman wait. When she let the bra drop, she felt the cool air on her nipples and felt them stiffen further. The pale brown nipples stood out on her tanned skin.
She slid her fingers down her waist. As she tugged at the waistband of her panties, she knew Rebecca could see the obvious wet patch. She unpeeled them from her damp crotch and let them slide down to join the rest of her clothes scattered on the floor.
She stood naked, slightly unsure what to do next until Rebecca’s crisp command, “Kneel.”
Immediately, Émilie dropped to her knees.
“Good girl,” Rebecca’s voice purred, but there was a hint of steel in her tone. “Now, crawl to me.”
Rebecca watched as Émilie crawled across the floor. She loved the way the girl’s arse stuck up, hip bones rising and falling as she crawled, cat-like across the room. Rebecca spread her legs wider as Émilie approached and Émilie sensed what she needed to do and ran her cheek up the stocking-clad calf.
Émilie could see a glisten of pussy juice on Rebecca’s lips as she spread herself wider. Émilie buried her nose in Rebecca’s curls and inhaled the aroma of lust and sweat and a hint of pee. Her tongue flickered out and licked at the clit nestled within Rebecca’s folds.
“Oh, you little tart,’ Rebecca sighed. Her fingers caressed Émilie’s hair as the girl swirled her tongue through Rebecca’s dripping wet slit.
Émilie humped Rebecca faster. She adored the taste of la chatte and didn’t need to be invited twice to tip the velvet. She swirled the tip of her tongue around the entrance to Rebecca’s dripping pussy. It reminded Émilie of molasses as she slurped and sucked the sweet sticky flavour into her mouth, her tongue pushed deeper inside.
Rebecca’s moans of encouragement drove Émilie on faster. Her fingers smoothed over the stocking covered thighs as Émilie twisted her face one way then the other, trying to get her tongue further into Rebecca’s pussy. Émilie’s nose rubbed over and back on Rebecca’s clit like a metronome.
“Oh fuck, you little tart,” Rebecca gasped. “Oh you dirty little whore,” she whimpered.
Émilie looked up, watching Rebecca’s fingers pawing at her breasts through the corset. Her head was thrown back, mouth open, gasping for breath. When Émilie twisted two fingers like a corkscrew and screwed Rebecca’s pussy, the woman’s back arched and she screamed, “Oh you dirty fucking bitch.”
Émilie responded by sucking Rebecca’s clit between her lips and tugging on it. Her fingers glistened, covered in pussy cream as she twisted and shoved them in and out. Her fingers going in deeper, harder and faster with every thrust.
Rebecca squirmed, her fingers scrabbling to grip Émilie’s hair, shoving the French girl’s face hard into her pussy.
“I’m going to cum on your fucking whore’s face,” Rebecca squealed as the ripples inside her built and built before exploding over Émilie’s face and hand.
Émilie sat back on her heels, grinning like the cat who got the cream as she slowly pulled her fingers out of Rebecca’s quivering pussy. She stared into Rebecca’s green eyes as she ran her tongue along her fingers and scooped the last globules of cum into her mouth.
“Fuck, aren’t you the most delicious little fuck toy,” Rebecca giggled once she had regained her breath. Émilie smiled and bowed her head. Rebecca stood up from the chair and held out her hand for Émilie to take. Rebecca helped her back onto her feet and the two women kissed as they wrapped their arms around each other.
“You really are quite delicious, Émilie,” Rebecca whispered again as she kissed Émilie’s neck. “ I could eat you up.”
She guided Émilie to lie down on the bed and straddled her. Émilie gazed up at Rebecca. Rebecca’s green eyes sparkled.
“You have been the most fun I’ve had in ages at one of these parties.” She lowered her head and ran her tongue around Émilie’s nipples, coating first one then the other in a film of saliva.
“Fout,” Émilie gasped as she felt Rebecca blow on the hard nipples. The breeze on the wet nipples caused them to swell and harden further. Émilie was so wet and turned on that her nipples seemed to be hot-wired to her clit.
She squirmed, pinned to the bed as Rebecca’s ass pressed into her mound. She raised her arms above her head and Rebecca’s nose brushed the wisps of her underarm hair as she kissed the curve of her breast.
Rebecca’s fingers gripped Émilie’s wrists and pinned them to the bed above her head. She stared into Émilie’s eyes as if making an internal decision then released Émilie’s wrists and slid her way down. Émilie spread her legs wider to accommodate Rebecca. She sighed with pleasure as the older woman pressed her mound into Émilie’s own soft brown curls. The two women ground themselves against each other. Hips undulated as they fucked, pussy on pussy, clit on clit. Slowly they humped each other. Émilie’s hands reached down to grip Rebecca’s ass. She pulled Rebecca into her at the same time as pressing her mound up. Grinding, squirming, fucking, the two women humped their way towards another climax.
“Fout,” Émilie gasped. She’d never thought coming to be an au pair would involve quite so much fucking. She felt Rebecca’s breasts press into her. The corset material rubbing over her boobs, making her nipples even more sensitive.
Rebecca sat up, gripping one of Émilie’s legs and pulling it up, straddling Émilie’s hip. She tribbed against Émilie, fucking, rubbing faster and faster, cunt on cunt, the sensations flooding Émilie’s brain. All she could think about was her impending orgasm as she felt it build deep in her core.
She writhed on the bed. She gazed at Rebecca as the woman tribbed her. The slap of flesh on flesh as the woman bucked against Émilie’s cunt. Juices mingled and mixed. The smell of sex, of cunt filled the room.
“Fout… fout… basie-moi,” Émilie begged. As Rebecca gripped Émilie’s leg and thrust harder into her cunt, Émilie snapped her head back and screamed as the orgasm ravaged her. She jerked and writhed like a marionette as the breath was sucked from her body. Finally, she slumped back, dimly aware that Rebecca had collapsed beside her.
“Oh, you really are too delicious,” Rebecca whispered, stroking a strand of damp hair from Émilie’s face. Émilie turned and smiled. Maybe she could get used to living here after all.
Émilie wandered back along the corridor and into the open plan living room. There seemed to be people copulating everywhere. Émilie made eye contact with Silke who was draped over the back of the sofa, being taken by a naked man. Émilie lifted her eyes, taking in the hand gripping a bunch of Silke’s long blonde hair and tugging on it like reins as he fucked her hard from behind. With a start, she realised the naked man was Jack. She hadn’t seen Jack naked before and the only part of him she had seen clearly was now buried deep inside Silke.
Émilie turned, not wanting to watch but found herself looking straight at Audrey who was sitting watching Jack. Émilie stared in confusion. “Just what was going on between them?” she wondered, taking in the fact that Paula, the woman she’d met earlier was on her knees with her face pressed between Audrey’s legs.
Émilie glanced from Audrey to Jack and back again. The two of them were staring at each other, watching each other fuck someone else.
“Merde,” she thought again. “What the fuck have I got into?”
