Take All of It September 2019

by Scarlett Skyes

  “What does the college have to do with it? Some old lady wants to go back to school but needs somewhere close by to live so she can knit mittens for her classmates?”

  “No, au pairs… you’ve really never heard of them? They typically come over from Europe somewhere, they’re college-age girls. I guess that’s another reason why they’re so reasonably priced.”

  “Well, show me the flyer later. For now… the celebratin’!”

  …

  It was remarkably easy to arrange for our very own au pair and before we knew it there was a knock on the door announcing the arrival of Tamara Konstantinov. When Anna had shown me the flyer and I had visited the website I could hardly believe my eyes, all the girls looked like they should have been models instead of home help. However, even in the sea of beauties, Tamara stood out for both of us, though I thought maybe Anna was staying a bit more professional than I was, looking at her profile while I concentrated on the profile pictures.

  Anna and I answered the door together and greeted the conservatively dressed young Russian who was to live with us. I was expecting clipped English with a heavy accent, but Tamara sounded more like a southern belle with just a hint of some unknown European flavor to her pronunciations, she had a truly intoxicating music to her speaking voice.

  Tamara was eager to begin settling into her role as soon as possible so Anna showed the pretty young blonde to her room to drop off her luggage and then gave her a basic rundown of the various chores she’d be responsible for. My wife refused to let me show Tamara around the house because I didn't do the chores the way she liked them done. That was fine by me, I settled in to watch a baseball game while my beautiful wife gave a guided tour to the stunning teen.

  Before I knew it, Anna joined me in the living room and picked up a book as delicious smells began emanating from the kitchen.

  “She cooks,” Anna shrugged.

  I shrugged back, but had to suppress a chuckle. We were far from rich, but it was certainly a change of lifestyle to have a full time household staff member. Anna zoned out the noise of the baseball game and immersed herself in her book for a while before Tamara appeared with an ice-cold beer in one hand like she was a mind reader.

  She set it down on the coffee table in front of me, bending at the waist so I had an eyeful of firm teen ass in form-fitting tight jeans. I stammered my thanks and she smiled over her shoulder knowingly before walking behind Anna and beginning to give her a shoulder massage that turned the narrowed eyes of ‘you-stay-away-from-my-husband-you-hussy’ into relaxed eyes of ‘oh-god-you-can-have-him-just-never-stop.’ Wow… this girl was making a hell of a first impression.

  It was hard to concentrate on the game with Tamara in the room. Even though she was clearly giving Anna the massage of a lifetime, she rarely took her gaze off me and I couldn’t help but undress the two of them with my eyes. What would the young blonde look like naked?

  When Trystan decided to make it known to the world that his afternoon nap was finished, Anna went to get him. While my wife busied herself getting ready to take him for a walk and show Tamara some good places to go when the weather was nice it turned out it was my turn to get a massage.

  I had to put my beer down lest the utter relaxation cause me to drop it on the floor and make a mess. It was a euphoric mixture of sensations, her hands kneading away at my shoulders, neck and head, her subtle perfume wafting around me and, most unexpected and exciting of all, how her firm teen tits pressed into the back of my head through her sweater, I could have sworn she wasn’t wearing a bra under it.

  Floating in a cloud somewhere above my house, I felt Tamara’s arms wrap around my neck, her breath on my ear and then with a sudden increase in pressure, a series of cracks and pops rang out from my vertebrae before she let go. I sat there for a moment, not knowing if a KGB spy had just paralyzed me or whether this was the best I’d ever felt. It turned out it was the best I’d ever felt, I didn’t even want to move to thank her, I was so relaxed.

  Yes indeed, it was a change of lifestyle but one I believed I was going to find very easy to get used to. Anna and Tamara appeared to become fast friends, spending a lot of time together in the few weeks before Anna’s new job began. As for me, I was being treated like a king. It had been such a long time since Anna had so much energy, she was back to her tigress-best in the sack and I was the envy of any of my friends who ever visited or laid eyes on Tamara because their wives would never let them have such an irresistible beauty in their house.

  ‘Irresistible’ was a bit of a problem, I admit. The longer Tamara stayed in our house, the more blatant she was about wanting my cock. It started with making sure to bend at the waist to accentuate her ass and incidental body contact, and progressed to wearing ludicrously skimpy clothes whenever it was just her and I at home. One time she even wore nothing but a towel after she showered for over an hour, just vacuuming and dusting around me as if the bottom edge of her towel wasn’t a few inches from revealing her little pussy to me every time she bent even the slightest amount.

  It was driving me crazy. I loved my wife, loved my family, but I felt like I had to either fuck her or send her away, she was just too much to resist forever. That’s why I was so relieved when Anna gave me the birthday present she did when we went out to our favorite restaurant.

  We were sipping wine after dessert when she slid an envelope with my name on it across the table, a playful sparkle in her eye. I opened it eagerly, revealing a birthday card that had lots of love hearts on the front. A piece of green paper fell on to the table when I pulled the card out. I picked it up and read:

  1 year Adult Pass to the Tamara Konstantinova Funhouse

  “That’s going to take some explaining,” I said.

  “Oh come on, don’t tell me you don’t want her as much as she wants you. We always talked about going out to find another partner for our bed. It turns out we have a willing partner living with us already”

  “But, baby, I love you…”

  “I love you to… that’s why I want you to be as happy as I am.”

  “Wait a minute. Have you and her… you know?”

  Anna’s deep blush was answer enough. I didn’t know what to say, the thought of what the two of them naked together was incredibly hot, but I couldn’t deny I felt a bit of jealousy too. A confusing kind of jealousy at that! I wasn’t sure whether I felt cheated on or whether I was envious of my wife having taken our au pair before I did.

  Anna moved to the spare chair at our table and shuffled it closer, to whisper in my ear conspiratorially.

  “I’ve seen the way you look at her, and I know you’re not so stupid to be oblivious to how she acts around you. I swear I could cut the sexual tension with a knife sometimes, she’s even asked me for permission. I want you to take this gift, Harry. You can do things to her I’d never let you do to me. She’s on birth control, so you can bareback her little pussy until the cows come home, she can deepthroat. And, Harry… she’ likes it rough. Slap her ass and she moans like a whore. You can do anything you…”

  “OK! OK! Preaching to the choir, Anna, holy shit,” I whispered back, hardly believing the hot filth that was coming out of my wife’s mouth in the middle of this classy restaurant.

  “So, I’ve got a girls night out with my co-workers this Friday. Mom can take Trystan. That leaves you and Tamara home alone. Unless you had other plans of course.”

  “I’ll have to check my calendar. Don’t tell her I know, though, I think it’ll be more fun that way.”

  “Happy Birthday, baby,” Anna kissed me and returned to her own chair.

  *****

  It was the longest two days of my life, waiting for Friday. I knew Anna hadn’t told Tamara about my “access all areas” pass, so our au pair was still acting flirty but coy. I, on the other hand, was acting somewhat more unrestrained. Whenever Anna’s back was turned I would grab Tamara’s ass as if sneaking a grope without my wife’s knowledge, then later on Anna and I fucked like rabbits when
I told of the desperately horny, but wary, looks Tamara would give me.

  Finally Friday rolled around and I raced home from work, cursing the bad traffic the entire time, knowing that when I arrived there would be no wife, no child, just a sexy little blonde teen that I could cum in and on to my heart’s content. I walked in the door and was greeted by the delightful smells of dinner that I’d become accustomed to since Tamara arrived. My place was set at the dinner table and Tamara was just setting down a plate of steaming food.

  My God she looked sexy in her cropped shirt and shorts, I wanted to sweep everything off the table and take her right there, but somehow I restrained myself. Tamara opened the fridge and set a beer down beside my plate with a smile.

  “I’ve already eaten, y’all enjoy that. I’m just going to have a shower and freshen up.”

  Tamara placed one hand on the back of my chair, and leaned over until she could put the other hand on the seat between my legs, precariously close to my cock, bringing her face close to mine.

  “Your wife is out late tonight, the little one is spending the night at his Grandmother’s. That’s interesting isn’t it?”

  My eyes dipped down from her face to the deep cleavage she was showing me, then back up. It was hard to think with her so close, teasing me as much as I had teased her over the past couple of days. I leaned forward to kiss her but she pulled back before I could make contact, tracing her fingers up my leg and body as she stood and walked away.

  I heard the shower turn on upstairs and tucked into my dinner, hardly even noticing what it tasted like as I daydreamed about how good it was going to feel to fuck my au pair. Tamara finished her shower at about the same time I finished my dinner, I heard the water turn off when I was putting my plate in the dishwasher.

  I strolled to the living room to watch the news, to see what was going on in the world while I let my food settle. It was impossible to concentrate on anything, I felt like I’d been given a huge dose of some aphrodisiac and before I knew it I’d watched the entire program with a hard on. I wondered what Tamara was waiting for, I hadn’t wanted to disturb her while she was ‘getting ready’ but I had been on the edge of my seat for too long now.

  The stairs creaked quietly under my weight as I climbed them. When I arrived at the top I saw that the bathroom light was still on, but the door was open. Peeking inside, I confirmed the room was empty, but Tamara had left her little bottle of birth control pills beside the sink, the bathmat and her clothes on the floor. This was totally out of character for the young girl, who had always been so meticulous about cleaning everything up the instant a mess was made.

  I picked up the pill bottle and was about to put it back in the cabinet behind the mirror when I noticed the name on the label. It didn’t have Tamara’s name on it, it had Anna’s name. It didn’t say “Take Once Daily” it said “Take ONE (1) as needed to assist with sleep.” Was it possible that Tamara had taken one of Anna’s leftover sleeping pills instead of her birth control? On this day of all days?

  I walked to the door of Tamara’s room, which was open just a crack, and knocked lightly.

  “Tamara?”

  No answer, so I waited for a moment and knocked again, slightly harder. The force of my knocking pushed the door open a little bit more and I could just see Tamara’s feet hanging off the edge of her bed.

  “Tamara?” I called, a little louder. Still no response.

  I gave the door a little shove and it swung all the way open. Sure enough, fast asleep on her bed was our au pair. The pills must have hit the teen girl hard and fast before she could even finish collecting all her things from the bathroom. I cursed the efficiency of modern pharmaceuticals and was about to close the door and let her sleep it off when I remembered how much fun I’d had with Anna that night she was asleep.

  A brief debate on ethics was conducted inside my head, finally coming to the conclusion that it couldn’t hurt to just go in and have a look at the sleeping blonde, could it? I stepped through the door and walked over beside the bed to survey the beautiful features of our live-in babysitter.

  Tamara had certainly worn some skimpy clothes in the time she’d been with us, but I’d never seen so much skin as I was at that moment. Before Tamara had collapsed on the bed she had apparently only had time to put on a pair of lacy white panties, with cute blue frills. Her smooth and taut teen skin curved in all the right places, drawing my eyes all over her perfect body.

  The white material of her panties converged between her ass cheeks and then disappeared between her legs, hiding her pussy from my probing eyes. She had managed to get into a comfortable looking position before passing out, resting peacefully on her side, almost in the recovery position except for the one arm bent under her head and under the pillow.

  Tamara’s other arm was draped almost protectively across her breasts, which obscured their pink tips from view as well. I scanned her entire body, always returning to the tantalizing swell of her breasts against her arm, before licking my lips and sitting beside her on the bed. The ethics debate that had been won with the assurance that I would only look was now forgotten.

  The blonde girl didn’t react at all as the bed shifted under my weight, continuing to breathe quietly and evenly. My heart was pounding in my chest as I reached out for her arm, grabbing it by the elbow and wrist. I carefully moved it out of the way and feasted my eyes upon Tamara’s breasts for the first time, watching as they rose and fell with each sleeping breath.

  For such a slim girl her breasts were remarkably full and squashed together creating deep cleavage due to the fact she was sleeping on her side. Each one was tipped with a small pale-pink nipple that practically called out for me to touch. I remembered just how potent my wife’s pills were and knew I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from fucking this teen just the way Anna had said I should.

  I placed one hand on her hip and the other on her shoulder, rolling the unconscious girl on to her back. This brought both of her breasts into full view, but sadly made her cleavage disappear. I straddled her stomach and, pausing only for a second to savor the moment I made contact, I cupped both of her tits in my hands, squashing them together again.

  My God did she feel good, I hadn’t had my hands on a pair of teen tits since my wife and I were teenagers. I stroked her nipples with my thumbs as I kneaded her ample chest, watching and feeling as they grew stiff and began to poke out. When they were hard enough I added pinching to my repertoire, my hands explored every last inch of her breasts.

  I felt like I’d been dealing with a constantly hard cock for weeks on end at this point and I was desperate for the release of fucking this little blonde. I pinched both of her nipples and pulled them outwards as I stood to undress, finally releasing them and watching as her breasts snapped back into perfect shape.

  My clothes were off in record time and I jumped back on the bed with enthusiasm, pushing Tamara’s legs open as I settled my body on top of her. I felt the heat of her sex radiating out on the shaft of my cock as I ground it lightly against her and her breasts pressed firmly into my chest. I stared down at her serene face, closer than I ever had before, admiring her fine European features.

  With one hand I caressed the length of her body from knee to shoulder before wrapping her arms around my neck as if she was embracing me. I touched my lips to hers and gradually forced them apart to I could caress her tongue with my own. She tasted so fresh, so clean and full of youth, as I kissed her deeper and deeper.

  I remembered what Anna had said about Tamara being able to deepthroat, still slightly disbelieving about the conversations they must have had, and felt my cock twitch at the thought of being balls-deep in the passed out blonde’s face. Reluctantly, I pulled back from the kiss with a wet smacking sound and sat up. After shuffling backwards down the bed I hooked my arms around both of her legs and pulled her downwards to create some space at the top of the mattress.

  With some difficulty I managed to stuff a pillow under her shoulders, which effectiv
ely made her head loll backwards so she was facing the top of the bed upside down and caused her mouth to gape open, giving easy access to her throat. Admiring how the position made her tits jut upwards proudly, I circled around, settling myself at the top of the bed with one knee on either side of Tamara’s head.

  My cock stood over the sleeping au pair’s face intimidatingly, twitching with each excited heartbeat. I leaned forward, planting a hand on the bed to each side of her hips, watching as my cock aligned with her open mouth. With each of her steady breaths I could feel a puff of warm air on the tip of my cock, and I groaned in anticipation when I saw a droplet of pre-cum fall off the end and land on her cheek before dribbling upwards towards her eye like a reverse-teardrop.

  I slowly thrust forward with my hips watching as the very tip of my cock disappeared between the slippery cushions of her lips before they made contact. The hot and wet feel of her tongue was heavenly when my hard dick touched upon it, licking the upper part of my cock head as it slid inexorably towards the back of her throat.

  When my swollen head found some resistance, Tamara started squirming in her sleep. She may have been able to deepthroat when she could prepare herself for it, but being effectively caught by surprise seemed to be a different story. My dick was entirely inside her mouth, and her tongue lashed around wildly trying to eject the invader, but there was nothing she could do.

  I forced the sleeping blonde down with my upper body, feeling her breasts pressing into my stomach as her tongue continued to swirl around my shaft in an attempt to dislodge me. I reached around her legs with my hands and grabbed her ass cheeks before thrusting forward with my hips again, driving my cock into her throat and groaning in ecstasy as I felt the increased tightness sliding all around my length as I advanced.

  I shut my eyes and relished the feeling of the violated teen’s throat squeezing my cock as I held myself in place, deep inside her. She lacked the coordination to push me away and soon relaxed again as I began rhythmically fucking her face, feeling my balls swing against her nose every time I bottomed out in her.