Diary of a MILF Luna Swift

Copyright 2014 Luna Swift Published by Luna Swift

Contents Chapter 1 – The Virgin Chapter 2 – The Café Owner Chapter 3 – The Office Worker BONUS - Seducing the Babysitter Chapter 1 – Finding a Mystery Object About Luna Swift Other Books by Luna Swift

Chapter 1 – The Virgin

When my husband left, two feelings hit me at the same time. First, the sense of loss at being without him after all those years together. Second, the sense of freedom. We hadn’t had sex for years. Of course, I know now it was because he’d been screwing that receptionist of his, seemingly not caring how clichéd something like that was. But a woman has needs, even an old ‘has-been’ like me. Within days of him leaving I’d joined just about every dating website I could find. Call it overcompensating if you want, I call it desperation to get some actual sex for the first time in (I suppose I might as well be honest) more than a decade. I’d masturbated of course, but that’s never the same is it? Never as good as having someone laid up against you, your mouths pressed together, your bodies running with sweat. You just don’t get that passion from a sex toy, no matter how expensive it is. I didn’t get many replies online at first but last night I took a very different picture and uploaded it, feeling more than a little nervous about how much flesh I was revealing to the world. It wasn’t easy setting up the camera on a timer and then positioning myself on the bed. It took more than a few goes to get a shot I was happy with, looking at the camera in the smallest bra I owned squeezing my oversized breasts together and upwards, defying gravity and giving me a cleavage to die for. I was laid on my side and even if my lower half out of shot, I knew this was a killer photo. It made me look a hell of a lot younger than I was and it seemed to pay off too. This morning I woke up to an inbox filled with messages. Time to read the first one. It was from someone who was refreshingly upfront. He wasn’t looking for a relationship or anything complicated. He was still a virgin and wanted his first experience to be with an older woman, someone who wouldn’t judge him for his lack of expertise or laugh him out of the bedroom. He’d attached a photo of himself and I frantically typed a reply as soon as I saw it. I had to have him. His name was Jeremy and he still lived in his parents’ house. Although when I turned up, house wasn’t the word I’d use. It was a mansion in an immaculately huge garden and he was waiting on the doorstep to meet me. He drove us to a restaurant and by the end of the meal I had to resist throwing him onto the table and tearing his clothes off. He wasn’t just handsome, he was gentle and funny and his eyes smouldered at me in a way that melted any inhibitions I might have had about meeting someone so much younger than me. I twice caught him looking at my cleavage, easy to spot in my plunging dress, a deliberate choice of mine as my ex had never approved of an outfit that revealed any more than a Puritan in the 1700s. My boobs hadn’t been this visible in public since I was my date’s age but I must admit I enjoyed the glances, not just from him but also from the waiter who served us with his eyes glued to my chest. It felt nice to know I was still attractive enough to draw this kind of attention after so long being told I was over the hill, too saggy for anyone to want. At the end of the meal we stood up and his hand momentarily brushed over my bottom as he helped me into my coat. I wasn’t sure if it was deliberate or accidental but either way it sent a shiver through me. We arranged to meet up at his house the next day and I spent the night struggling to sleep, imagining what he might look like under that suit he’d worn. The next morning saw me up before the sun rose and I had to force myself to resist setting off hours too early. In the end I was still there forty minutes before I was meant to but he seemed pleased to see me nonetheless when he opened the door and invited me inside. “This place is amazing,” I said as we walked past countless marble statues and into a huge drawing room. “It’s all right isn’t it?” he replied, taking my coat again. The heat in the room is stifling and I immediately begin fanning my face with my hand, feeling my cheeks turning pink. “Sorry about that,” Jeremy said, sitting opposite me. “Radiator’s stuck on I’m afraid.” “Do you play?” I asked, nodding towards the harp by the bookcase. “A little.” “Would you play me something?” He sat by the harp and the most haunting tune filled the room as I sat back and closed my eyes, soaking up the music. The song finished and I opened my eyes to find him staring at my legs. I looked down and realised they had slouched apart and my dress had ridden up to reveal my thighs. When he realised I’d caught him spying on me he looked away embarrassed and an awkward silence filled the air. “Would you like a drink?” he asked, pointing towards a tray filled with bottles by the door. “No thanks,” I replied. “Why don’t you come and sit down?” He sat next to me and gulped nervously. I realised I was going to have to take the upper hand with him or nothing would ever happen. “Have you really never slept with anyone?” “No one.” “But you’re so handsome. Why not?” He shrugged. “I don’t know really. I guess I never met the right person.” “Am I the right person?” I asked, putting my arm round him and drawing him towards me. He coughed nervously. “I…I don’t know. You might be.” “Have you ever seen a naked woman before Jeremy?” “On the internet I have.” “What about in real life?” He shook his head as I stood up and lifted his head to look at me. I turned my back to him. “Unzip me.” I felt his fingers shaking as he fumbled for the loop at the top of my dress, slowly lowering it until it reached the end just above my bottom. I turned back to him and pushed him down onto the sofa. “Would you like to?” I asked, holding the two sides of my dress in my hands. He nodded eagerly as I flicked my dress from my shoulders and let it fall to my feet. I was wearing the bra from my photo and a pair of sheer panties and I had to resist laughing at how wide his eyes became, running up and down my body, scanning every inch of me. I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra, holding it in my hands to tease him a moment longer. “Would you like to see my breasts Jeremy?” He nodded and gulped, pulling at his shirt collar. “Close your eyes.” He did so, sitting perfectly still as I threw my bra aside and leaned down until my nipple was just by his lips. “Open your eyes.” He looked, blinking in shock at the sight before him. Tentatively he licked his lips before sucking my nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking over it and hardening it as I smiled down at him. “Don’t ignore the other one,” I admonished, taking his hand and bringing it up to squeeze and grope the enormous globe of flesh waiting for him. “Now you may pull my panties down,” I said after he showed no signs of letting go of my nipple. Reluctantly he sat back as I stood still and waited. His hands shook as he gripped my panties and pulled them down, revealing my shaved pussy to his lust filled gaze. “I think you’re a bit overdressed, don’t you?” I said, looking down at the bulge sticking up in his trousers. He undressed quicker than anyone I’d ever seen, pulling his shirt over his head and yanking down his trousers in seconds. As he lowered his boxer shorts I was taken aback by the size of his cock, so much bigger than my husbands. I wondered if I’d even be able to fit that in me. “Don’t move,” I said, sinking to my knees and gripping the shaft in my hands. It felt red hot in my touch as I squeezed it gently between my fingers, enjoying the sensation of pulling back the skin to reveal the glistening purple head. “Has anyone ever touched you here?” I asked, looking up at him. He shook his head. “How does it feel?” Go…good,” he stuttered as I slowly moved my hands up and down to the base and back to the head, squeezing a drop of precum out of the hole. I couldn’t resist bringing it to my mouth and licking the drop away, savouring the saltiness as he gasped and shuddered at the sensation. I licked my lips and then slid them over the head of his cock, gliding downwards, my jaws stretched apart as I sank onto him until my mouth reached the base and he was all the way in me, filling my throat. I heard a guttural moan above me and suddenly his cock jerked in my mouth. I tasted a spurt of his cum as it sprayed out of the end of him. “I’m so sorry,” he gasped as I swallowed quickly and slid my mouth back off him in time for a second spurt to splash out onto my hand. I licked my fingers and stood up grinning. “Nothing to be sorry for,” I said. “As long as you’re not going anywhere.” “You mean…that wasn’t it?” I let out a laugh. “Not even close.” I kissed him then, his inexperienced tongue plunging into my mouth as I felt him panting for breath, almost hyperventilating in his excitement. Already his cock was hardening again and I marvelled at the sight, comparing it to my ex who used to manage an erection about once a month, even when we first married. “Would you like to be inside me?” I asked, breaking away from the kiss to grip his cock in my hand, beginning to gently rock back and forth, making him thrust his hips towards me. He nodded eagerly so I pushed him back onto the sofa, his erection sticking boldly upwards into the air. As I moved, I felt so much wetness between my legs my thighs slid together. I hadn’t been this aroused in years and it felt good, incredibly good. With a shudder of anticipation I clambered onto him and sat on his thighs, my legs either side of him as I looked down at him, at his muscular chest, just savouring the moment. I took his cock in my hand and pressed it against my body, the heat of the shaft on my clit sent tingles through my body as I gently lifted and lowered my hips against it, bringing the head a little lower each time until it was ready to enter me. I paused for a delicious second before pushing the head of his cock into me, freezing there as he opened his mouth and gasped. “Don’t move,” I said as he tried to push his hips up towards me. “Just hold it for a second.” We remained like that for a moment, staring at each other. He reached up and began playing with my boobs again, teasing the nipples with his soft fingers until I couldn’t take the tension anymore and let my hips sink down onto him. I felt his cock stretch my pussy as it moved deeper into me, burying himself in me as he groaned with pleasure. I stayed still again with him in me, knowing he would come too soon if I didn’t. I began to gently rock back and forth on him, lifting myself up no more than an inch before sinking down again, not letting him thrust any more despite his frustration. “I want you to last,” I said as he growled up at me. “I want to come,” he whined. Pretending to be shocked, I slid up off him and stood up. “Then I should go,” I said, picking up my clothes. “No, please,” he begged. “Don’t go.” “All right,” I grinned. “But I’m in charge here.” I climbed back up, but this time I faced away from him, bending forwards so he could watch himself slide up into me. I pushed myself up and down him, bringing him almost out of me each time and then slamming back down onto him. I felt his hands on my bottom, playing with my cheeks, stretching them apart, no doubt staring at my hidden hole as I ride his cock. “You can come in me now,” I said feeling an orgasm approaching. I only hoped I hadn’t spoken to soon as already he thrust faster, grunting underneath me, his nails digging into me. I sat up, stroking my clit with my finger as I ground down onto him my pussy muscles tensing up as I feel my orgasm arrive. It washed over me and pushes all tension out of my body, leaving me sighing with joy as a tear ran down my cheek. My pussy contracted round his cock which pushed him over the edge and I felt a huge spurt of hot cum fill my pussy as he climaxed. As his breathing slowed I lifted myself off him, feeling his cum in me as I knelt down and kissed the tip of his cock before standing up and retrieving my clothes. “That was so good,” he whispered, his eyes half closed. Within a minute he was asleep and I gathered up my clothes, tiptoeing out of the room and leaving him to snore the afternoon away. I headed home with my body still tingling and logged straight onto my laptop. After such a satisfying first encounter, I was looking forward to my next one. And so many to choose from. I only hoped they would all be as much fun as Jeremy.

Chapter 2 – The Café Owner

My next date stood out amongst all the others for one special reason. It was with a woman. I’d never given a moment’s thought to sleeping with another woman, not in all the years of my life but something about this person’s photo intrigued me as much as what they’d written. They had seen my picture and wanted to meet up to see if we hit it off. It was the way they worded things that made me say yes, so casual and so confident. She wanted me to come to a café and ask for a job. She called it “fantasy role-play.” I told myself I could back away any time and that there was no harm in meeting up for a drink. We might even become friends, who knew. I made it to the café she’d mentioned around lunchtime the next day, looking round the tables to see if I could spot her. No luck. I was about to leave when I noticed her standing behind the counter. “Is this your café?” I asked, waiting for her to recognise me. “It is,” she replied. “And I’m about to close for my lunch break if you’d care to sit with me.” The last of the customers filed out and she closed the door, flipping the sign round to “Closed,” and pulling down the blind. “Take a seat,” she said. “Let me get you a drink.” As I sipped it, I almost coughed it back up. “What’s in this?” “Just a little whisky to give it a kick. Helps it sell. Now why do you want this job?” I blinked before I remembered the role-play. “Oh right, yes. I took early retirement last year and I’m getting a bit bored sitting around the house. Have you anything I could do here?” “I don’t know. Are you a hard worker?” “Oh yes,” I said, catching her looking at my cleavage just as Jeremy had. “I work very hard.” “Do you do what you’re told?” “Yes, of course.” “Let’s see shall we? Take your clothes off.” “Excuse me,” I said, scraping my chair back and standing up. “I said take your clothes off.” Part of me wanted to leave but I thought of my ex-husband’s smug face, his “I told you so,” look and I thought screw it, let’s see what happens. “Of course,” I said out loud, unzipping my dress and letting it fall to the floor. “Underwear too,” she said. My panties and bra joined my dress on the floor and I stood naked in her café, waiting to see what she’d say next. “Now undress me.” She put her arms up and turned round. I undid her apron and lifted it over her head. She remained still as with shaking hands I pulled her tight black tee-shirt over her bare breasts and tossed it aside. Leaning down, I reached round her and undid the button to her trousers, lowering them down her legs with a long lingering glance at her bottom in her plain white panties. I knelt down to lower them and her cheeks looked so peachy I couldn’t resist planting a kiss on them. They felt so soft under my lips I did it again and when she didn’t say anything I did it once more before standing back up. She turned to face me and her cheeks looked flushed with arousal. We stared at each other for a moment before she got her composure back. “How far would you go to get this job?” “I’d do anything,” I replied, folding my arms across my chest. “Anything.” “Lift the blind and show the world what you look like.” Wh…what?” “Lift the blind. Count to five. Then lower it again.” I walked over to the window with my heart pounding. Could I do this? I took the cord in my hand and slowly raised the blind inch by inch, my body tensing up as I did so. Once raised I looked out at the people passing by, some turning and doing a double take as they saw my naked body staring back out at them. I counted the quickest five I ever had and pulled the blind back down, turning to see her grinning at me. “Wow,” she said. “That was brave.” “I said I’d do anything for this job.” “Then make me come and it’s yours.” She bent over one of the tables, pointing her bottom wickedly towards me. I knelt down behind her and breathed in the sweetness of her pussy, noticing how wet she looked. I wasn’t sure what to do so decided to treat her body in the way I liked to touch my own. I licked my fingers and then stroked my way along her labia, easing my way into the folds of her pussy and hunting for her clit. When I found it, I began to circle it with the tip of two fingers, using my other hand to gently nudge my way into her soaking wet pussy. As I toyed with her pussy I couldn’t resist burying my face in the cheeks of her bottom, my tongue finding its way to her anus and licking round it as she moaned above me. I felt her pussy tense up round my fingers as I gently thrust into her, the squelching noise of her wetness so loud with my face this close to her. My own pussy was desperate for attention and I only hoped she would return the favour after I’d made her come. I wasn’t sure if it was the whisky or the person but for the first lesbian encounter of my life it was surprisingly relaxed, as if I’d done it countless times before. I didn’t feel tense at all, just loving the feeling of bringing her this much pleasure. “I’m going to come,” I heard her gasp and I circled her clit a little faster, teasing the orgasm from her. When she finally climaxed, her anus contracted round my tongue and her pussy gripped my fingers tightly before letting them loose as she moaned loudly, her legs giving way and only the table keeping her upright. She turned to face me, her chest heaving as she kissed me, plunging her tongue into my mouth as her hand slid down to my pussy. She was in me a second later and we stood like that, her thumb on my clit as two fingers fucked me effortlessly. I came in less than a minute, she was that good. My climax raced through my body and she never for a second stopped kissing me. As my orgasm faded away she gently kissed me on the lips a last time and stepped away from me. “Have I got the job?” I asked, grinning widely. “I’ll have to think about it,” she replied. “I think I might need to invite you back for a second interview!”

Chapter 3 – The Office Worker

My next encounter was my naughtiest and yet it almost didn’t happen. I had received a message from a guy in an office, asking if I’d meet him during his lunch hour at work. I arrived to find him sitting at his desk typing away. I coughed to get his attention. “Mark Stockton?” I asked. He spun round in his chair. “Christ you look good,” were the first words out of his mouth. “Sorry, but wow. You really do look great.” “Anyone else around, I asked. “Sadly yes,” he said. “Can you come back later? Oh fuck it, come here.” He grabbed me and began kissing me as we heard voices behind us. I pulled away just in time to see a group of people in suits walk past his desk, nodding politely. When they’d gone into the nearby conference room and pulled the door closed, I knelt down out of sight in Mark’s cubicle and put my finger to my lips. “What are you-?” I had reached his flies and unzipped his trousers, delving inside and pulling out an already stiffening cock. I looked down at it as he hissed, “We can’t do this. They’ll see.” “Then you better be quiet,” I replied, taking him into my mouth and savouring the taste of him on my tongue. I sucked and licked my way over the length of his shaft, drawing him out and flicking my tongue over the head as he glanced round repeatedly, trying to push me away before giving up as the sensations took over his body. “Oh fuck,” he whispered as I began to jerk my hand up and down him, bringing him back into my mouth again. “I’m going to come.” “Not yet,” I said, running a finger over the head of his tool before lifting the back of my dress and bending over under his desk, pulling my panties down and looking back over my shoulder. “Think you can do this?” I winked as he stared at my waiting pussy. “You naughty boy.” He lowered his chair as far as it would go and bent his knees, sitting on the very edge so he could push his cock into me. It couldn’t go very far from this angle so I shuffled backwards, feeling him filling and stretching me as I began to rock back and forth onto him, hearing his quiet moans as he tried to keep still. I froze when I heard someone approach, keeping quiet as they spoke to him above the desk before heading away again. I immediately began to ram my hips back onto him, wanting to do this as quickly as possible so we wouldn’t get caught. I felt my orgasm coming and reached under me to play with my clit as his hard cock slid all the way into me and suddenly jerked inside me. The feeling of his cum filling me was enough to bring on my climax and I bit my lip to keep quiet whilst it wracked my body. He stayed in me a moment longer before sliding slowly back out. In another minutes I was stood beside his desk, nodding my goodbyes before heading out of his office without another word. I never saw him again but I always remember that encounter for the excitement of doing it so close to so many unsuspecting people. Time to check my messages and decide who to meet up with next.

BONUS - Seducing the Babysitter

Chapter 1 – Finding a Mystery Object

“Did you leave your phone upstairs Annie?” I looked up at Janet, wondering what she was doing out of bed so late. “I don’t think so. Why do you ask?” “I thought I could hear it vibrating up there.” I nearly spat out my tea. “Back to bed!” I snapped, blushing furiously. She ran for the stairs, a confused look on her face, no doubt wondering why I’d yelled. I’d been looking after Janet and her brother for three years now and had got to know them both well. I’d never shouted before. But then, I’d never nearly been caught in Mr and Mrs Windsor’s room before. I don’t want it to sound as if I have a habit of sneaking into my employer’s bedroom. I’d only gone in there because Mrs Windsor had rung and asked me to look for something. I’d been downstairs watching the TV when she’d phoned, the kids already asleep in bed. “Annie, thank god you answered.” She sounded flustered. I was about to reply but she continued talking without stopping for a breath. “I think I’ve left my notes upstairs. Could you run up and check for me?” “Sure. Won’t be a sec.” I left the phone and took the stairs two at a time. Their bedroom door was shut and I felt as if I was entering forbidden territory as I stepped inside. In the entire time I’d been babysitting for them, I’d never needed to go in this bedroom before. The bedside table was bare except for one thing. A white cylinder about six inches long. Call me naïve if you want to but I’d never seen a vibrator before. I only found out what it was later than evening. I ignored it for now, scanning the room but finding no paperwork anywhere. “Sorry Mrs Windsor, nothing up there.” I turned the TV down as I spoke. “Okay never mind. Thanks for looking anyway. I’ll have another peek in the car. Everything okay there?” “Yeah fine. They’re both fast asleep.” “All right, well we should be done by midnight. See you later on.” I hung up, remaining on my feet, my mind whirring, wondering what that object upstairs had been. I headed back up there, not sure what I was about to do. I stopped outside Janet’s room. No sound. I did the same with Robert’s door and then slipped into their parents’ room. I pushed the door closed with a quiet click and tiptoed round the bed, picking up the white cylinder and turning it over in my hands. The base seemed to move as I twisted it and then I almost dropped it when it suddenly started buzzing in my hand. I twisted the base further and the buzzing sped up, my fingers tingling from the sensation. I sat on the edge of the bed and ran it through my fingers, my brow furrowed as I tried to work out what it was for. I lost my grip and the cylinder fell into my lap. It landed just at the top of my thighs, still buzzing away. “Oh my,” I blurted out as the vibrations passed through my thin leggings and hit my unprepared clit. I’d never masturbated before, a hangover of my strict upbringing, being told it was ‘bad’ by my parents, my teachers, everyone I knew. I’d only kissed someone for the first time at my 19th birthday and it hadn’t happened again in the six months since. It all felt different here, in the privacy of Mr and Mrs Windsor’s bedroom, I felt different too. I felt safe. Maybe it was the length of time I’d worked for them, how friendly they’d always been, the fact they wouldn’t be back for hour perhaps. Whatever it was, when that tingling sensation hit me between my legs, I froze, not moving a muscle instead of pulling it away and switching it off. The vibrator sank between my thighs, the buzzing moving through me. A minute passed like this and my breathing became shallower, my cheeks turning pink. I slowly moved my hand to the vibrator and gripped it with my fingers. With a glance behind me to make sure the door was still closed, I slowly pressed the cylinder against the crotch of my leggings. The sensations deep inside me intensified and my breath became even shallower, I was almost panting, feeling suddenly incredibly hot, as if I would only be comfortable again by undressing. I lay back on the bed, wriggling up the blankets until my head was on the pillow, feeling as if this was my bed in my house. I unbuttoned the top buttons of my blouse, fanning myself with the fabric to try and cool my body back down. I moved the vibrator up my leggings, making my toes curl in my socks as my legs tensed up with a feeling I hardly understood. I reached the waistband and nudged the tip of the vibrator inside, sliding it between my leggings and my panties, allowing it to work its way back down to my pussy. When it hit my clit, I gasped, whispering “oh my,” again, holding the tip of the vibrator at that precise spot where the vibrations could send pleasure from my clit through my whole body. I didn’t move a muscle, feeling the wetness gathering at the entrance of my pussy, dampening my panties as the vibrator continued buzzing. I twisted the end a little more and the buzzing grew louder, faster vibrations pulsated through me and I began to gasp out loud, my mouth remaining open as my breath became ragged, my body feeling as if it was on fire. My whole being was tensing up but I still didn’t realise what was about to happen, I just knew this feeling was amazing and I wanted it to continue for as long as possible. My pussy seemed to quiver and widen inside, contracting and relaxing as my clit began to throb. The vibrator kept on its incessant pleasure giving and my breath suddenly caught in my throat, I couldn’t exhale, I just breathed in tiny amounts as my body seemed ready to explode. The next few seconds changed my world forever. I had my first ever orgasm. It hit me without warning and without me even knowing what was happening. There was a burst of pleasure from my clit the like of which I’d never experienced. It spread through my whole being in less than a second, bringing warmth and joy to every nerve in my body. I was still holding my breath and finally began to exhale as the first waves of pleasure began to fade. A second wave spread through me as my pussy began to spasm, wetness almost pouring out of me as I tried to stop my hand from shaking as it pressed the vibrator to the perfect spot on me. As my climax faded away, I brought the vibrator out of my trousers and laying it back on the bedside table. It buzzed angrily on the wood as I reached across to try and switch it off, knocking it to the floor before finally getting the vibrations to stop. I stared up at the ceiling, waiting for my breathing to return to normal. I was sweating like mad, my heart was pounding and it was at that moment I heard a noise coming from downstairs. I jumped to my feet and found I could hardly walk, my legs felt like lead as I walked over to the door and darted out, closing it behind me. I ran to the kitchen to find Janet getting the milk out of the fridge and pouring herself a glass. “What are you doing up?” I asked, switching on the kettle and trying to act as if everything was normal. “I wanted a drink,” she replied. “I am old enough to look after myself you know? I’m nearly as old as you.” “I know but you’re supposed to be in bed.” She took a swig of her milk as the kettle clicked off. I poured out my tea and sat at the table. She was frowning at me. “What is it Janet? Why are you looking at me like that?” She paused for a moment before speaking. “Did you leave your phone upstairs Annie?”

Chapter 2 – Trying Something New

That experience changed me. I didn’t realise it at the time but as I watched TV I started to think about the way I’d been brought up, why were my parents so sure sex was sinful? I thought hard about my first ever orgasm. Surely nothing that nice could be wrong, could it? I logged onto the Windsor’s Wi-Fi with my laptop whilst I waited for them to come home. I started by finding out just what a vibrator was, hunting down images and articles. It was the start of an education in all these things I knew nothing about. I learnt about nipple clamps, butt plugs, cock rings, lesbian sex, using a shower head to masturbate with. A mind-blowing amount of stuff seemed to be out there on the web but to make sure my parents never found out what I’d been looking at, I vowed to delete my internet history before I went home. I had never imagined there was so much stuff out there you could use on yourself or other people. The pictures started out innocently enough but as I scrolled down I started to notice people using the toys, photos of women with their legs spread, naked on their beds. Some of them had even slid toys up inside themselves, something that hadn’t even occurred to me to try. I glanced at the clock, twenty to twelve. Did I have time? I told myself I was just going upstairs to the toilet as I tiptoed up the stairs, stopping by the Windsor’s bedroom. I took a deep breath and pushed the door open, darting in and grabbing the vibrator before pulling the door shut and diving into the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror, my wild eyes, my nervous expression. I locked the door and then turned to the toilet seat as I unbuttoned my trousers, pulling them down to my ankles. My panties were still damp and I almost had to peel them away from my body. I knew I didn’t have much time but I didn’t want to rush this and hurt myself. I sat back on the toilet seat, my legs closed, still trying to convince myself I was only here to pee. I held the vibrator in my hand and looked at it as I relaxed my bladder and began to urinate. I nudged the base of the sex toy and it began to buzz again in my hand. I felt a tingle run through me again and I shivered, the movement of my body making the pee spray round the bowl beneath me. When I’d finished peeing, I dabbed at myself with a tissue and threw it into the water. I left my legs open, looking down at myself as if seeing my pussy for the first time. One of the web pages I’d looked at had suggested getting to know your parts better so I reached over and grabbed the tiny shaving mirror from the sink, holding it between my legs as the vibrator still buzzed in my hand. I looked at my pussy in the mirror, switching off the vibrator and laying it on the floor for a moment. With my free hand I spread my lips and looked closely, revealing my clit, the source of the pleasure I’d given myself earlier. I was fascinated by what I saw down there but I knew I didn’t have long to go. I moved my finger down to the entrance to my pussy, it looked wet and inviting with my legs wide apart like this. I gathered up the moisture and pressed it to my nose, sniffing myself for the first time. Tentatively I stuck out my tongue and tasted it, sweeter than I’d expected. I put the mirror back and picked up the vibrator, switching it on again. Feeling my breath quicken, I pressed the buzzing tip to my clit, feeling the now familiar pleasure spreading through me. I moved the vibrator down and took a deep breath. My pussy felt strange, as if it was more ready for this than I was. I slid the tip of the vibrator just inside me, feeling myself widening as it slid through my wetness and into me. The buzzing sensation spread through me and I exhaled slowly, hardly able to believe I was doing this. I stayed still for a minute or two, just enjoying the sensation as my clit began to throb for attention. I grew bolder as time passed and I began to slide the vibrator a little further into me. I began thrusting it back and forth, moving deeper each time until it was at least three inches inside me. I felt so full, so stretched by it, not knowing how much fuller I’d be not long afterwards. I could feel my pussy gripping it as I began to gasp, my body starting to tense up. I moved my other hand to my clit, it was like an itch was there that had to be scratched. I tickled my nub with my finger as I continued to slide the vibrator back and forth in and out of me. This time when my orgasm approached, I knew what was happening so I slowed the movements of my hands, enjoying the sensations and wanting them to last just a little longer. I knew I was close, my legs were tensing up and my breasts felt as if they were about to burst out of my top, my nipples rock hard. I was sweating and juices were running out of me as I turned the vibrator base, making it buzz faster inside me. I held my breath as my orgasm approached, it was about to hit me, my fingers tightening their grip as my other hand almost flew over my clit. It was coming, I was about to orgasm. Any second now it would happen and I felt so happy as my whole body tensed up. “We’re home.” I jumped out of my skin at the sound of Mr Windsor shouting from downstairs. “Annie?” “Shush!” I heard his wife hiss. “You’ll wake the kids.”

Chapter 3 – Mrs Windsor Reveals a Secret

I was so close to coming, a part of my body wanted to ignore them and keep going but the rational part of me panicked. I pulled the vibrator out of me and jumped to my feet, almost tripping out of my knickers. I could hear footsteps on the stairs. “Are you up here Annie?” Mrs Windsor was whispering as she reached the bathroom door. “Just on the toilet,” I replied. “Won’t be a minute.” I pulled up my trousers, stuffing the vibrator into my pocket as I flushed the toilet. My pussy was still contracting and my clit begged for attention, I’d been so close to coming my body felt intensely frustrated. I glanced at myself in the mirror as I passed it, hopefully they wouldn’t notice my red cheeks or wild expression. I stepped onto the landing and Mrs Windsor smiled at me. “How’ve they been?” she whispered, her voice slightly slurred. “Oh fine,” I replied, walking past her, downstairs and into the lounge. To my surprise Mr Windsor was holding my laptop, staring at the screen with a smile on his face. “Oh, hi Annie,” he said when he saw me. “Everything all right?” “It was fine, I should be going though.” “Okay. Well, here’s your computer.” He passed it to me with another smile. I glanced down to see the image of a woman with a vibrator buried inside her. I’d forgotten to close it down properly. “I’m off to bed,” he smiled. “See you Tuesday.” I blushed furiously as he turned away just as Mrs Windsor appeared in the doorway. “I’ll be up in a sec’.” She kissed him on the cheek. “Just need a quick word with Annie.” I gulped as Mr Windsor disappeared upstairs. His wife sat on the sofa and tapped the seat beside her. “Come and sit down.” I perched on the edge of the seat, trying to control my pounding heart, only too aware of the bulge of the vibrator in my trouser pocket. Mrs Windsor turned to look at me. “I hate these dos. A dress like this might look good but it’s agony to wear. And these shoes! She pulled off her stiletto heels and sighed, rubbing her ankles. Her earrings came off next and then she turned away from me. “Could you unzip me?” I reached over, my fingers trembling as I pulled the zip down her black dress, revealing the smooth bare skin underneath as it lowered a few inches. “Is…is that enough?” I had to stop my voice from shaking as much as my fingers. “A bit more please Annie. It’s easier for you than me.” I continued to unzip the dress until it reached the base of her back. She turned back to me, the straps slipping to the edge of her shoulders. Her cleavage was bulging forwards and I could smell the wine on her breath as she looked at me. “That’s so much better,” she sighed. “Thank you.” “Don’t mention it Mrs Windsor. I should probably be going though. My parents will be wondering where I am.” She leaned towards me, a strap falling from her shoulder. The dress fell forwards and for a moment I caught a glimpse of a round pink nipple on her exposed breast before she pulled the strap back into place. I found myself unable to stop thinking about that nipple, wondering what it would be like to roll it between my lips, to tug on it with my fingers. I blinked and looked away, staring at the fireplace. “Something’s missing from my bedroom Annie. I wondered if you knew anything about it.” I opened my mouth to speak and then closed it again. I didn’t know what to say. I was still dreaming about that nipple of hers, wondering what the rest of her body might look like even as I felt guilty about using her vibrator. She got up and shut the door to the lounge. I watched her bare back as she moved across the room. She spun round to face me as her dress slid from her again. She grabbed it by the time it reached her waist, giggling with embarrassment. I stared at her bare chest, the round fullness of her breasts, so much bigger than my tiny little boobs and her nipples which seemed much harder than before. She pulled her dress back up and sat next to me again, closer than before, her leg pressing against mine. “I don’t mind you being curious,” Mrs Windsor said, putting her hand on my knee. “But I need it back. Martin just can’t hit the right spots in the same way. Oh listen to me. It’s the wine talking.” She stopped talking abruptly and I reached into my pocket, ready to pull out the vibrator. “I’m sorry,” I said, unable to look her in the eyes. “I didn’t mean to take it. I just…” She rubbed my leg with her hand and I turned to look at her, feeling a strange tension in the air. She smiled at me as I glanced down at her cleavage, unable to get the vision of her bare breasts out of my head. I wanted to kiss her then, her lips looked so red and luscious. Instead I waited, butterflies in my stomach as the noise of steady snoring reached us from upstairs. “Do you like my dress?” Mrs Windsor asked. “Martin thought it made me look like a slut.” “I do,” I replied. “I think it’s lovely.” “Doesn’t expose these too much?” she asked, pushing her breasts together with her hands. “No, I think they look great.” She sighed. “Not like yours. Wait until your my age Annie, everything starts to sag.” “They’re not saggy,” I replied. “They’re amazing. I wish mine were as impressive as yours.” “Yours aren’t that small,” she said, her hand still resting on my leg as she shuffled a little closer and looked at my blouse, pulling the neckline away from my body and peering down it. I wanted to push her hand away but I also wanted her to tear my blouse off me at that moment. “They look good. I mean it’s hard to see in a bra but I’d be happy with ones like that. Bet they don’t make your back ache like mine do.” There was a moment of silence. Neither of us said anything. Mrs Windsor moved her arm back and the dress slid from her shoulder. This time she let it sit at her waist, exposing her breasts once more. It took all the self-control I possessed to stop myself from burying my face between them. “Look,” she said. “I hold them and watch what happens when I let go.” She grabbed her boobs in her hands and pressed them together, then she let go and they fell back into place. I stared at them, feeling myself growing hotter, my clit throbbing. I shifted in my seat, not knowing what to say. “Do yours do that? I bet not. You’re not even twenty yet are you Annie? Just wait a few years.” I felt my body tremble at the sight of her topless in front of me like this, reminding me of my thwarted orgasm. I knew if she hadn’t been drinking, she’d never have done this but I didn’t want to leave without taking a chance to see what else she might do. She leaned over and began to unbutton my blouse. “Let me see,” she said, a waft of wine hitting my nose as she breathed into my face. She pulled the two sides of my blouse apart and pushed it away from my shoulders. I let it fall from me and turned to face her, unable to speak. “That’s a very pretty bra Annie,” she said, running her fingers over one strap before reaching behind me to unhook it. She brought it away from me and gasped as she saw my breasts, the dark brown nipples sticking rigidly out from me as my chest heaved up and down. “See,” she said. “They’re perfect. Compare them to mine. Feel.” She took my hand and brought it up to her breast, making me weigh it. I could feel her nipple pressing into my palm as she smiled at me. “So heavy isn’t it? Now compare it to yours.” She put her hand on my chest, easily able to grab my boob as I remained still, my eyes wide with anticipation, my pussy crying out for attention. The air was thick with tension as we looked at each other. “Do you like mine Annie?” she asked, her voice suddenly quiet. I nodded in response as a thud came from upstairs. I heard the creak of footsteps descending the stairs. We both jumped to our feet at the same time. I grabbed my blouse and frantically buttoned it as in front of me Mrs Windsor’s dress slid to the floor, revealing a tiny black thong that barely covered her pussy. I only saw it for a second as she pulled the dress back up her and almost ran for the lounge door whilst I was still doing up the last button on my blouse. “Are you coming to bed?” Mr Windsor called from the hall as he appeared in the doorway. “Yep,” she replied, brushing her hair from her eyes and turning back to smile at me. “Just saying goodnight to Annie.”

Chapter 4- A New Way to Get To Sleep

By the time I got home, it was nearly one in the morning. My parents were fast asleep and as I slipped out of my clothes and into bed, my mind was racing. I lay with my eyes closed waiting for a sleep that wouldn’t come. In my mind I was back at the Windsor’s house and Mrs Windsor was with me in the front room again, her breasts in my hands as her husband entered the room. He was naked and I pictured his cock in my mind. It was large and sticking upwards, his erection looking painful as he stared hungrily at the two of us. As I lay in bed, my hands began to stroke my breasts but I imagined it was Mrs Windsor toying with my nipples as they hardened under her probing fingers. I slid my hands lower as I thought about laying back on their sofa. Mrs Windsor watching as her husband walked over to me, his cock jutting outwards towards me like a weapon. I could picture it clearly, as if it was really happening. My hand reached my clit and I began to stroke it gently, my other hand playing with my breasts. The throbbing of my clit was subsiding as my fingers stroked round it and wetness formed once more between my legs. I moved my other hand down past my gliding fingers and slid them through the juices that had formed. I thought about Mr Windsor pushing his cock up into me, his hips pressed against mine, his firm arms holding him up as he stared down into my eyes. As I pictured his tool entering me, I let my finger nudge up inside myself. I thought about him fucking me, actually being fucked for the first time ever. It was harder to keep quiet, my nostrils flared as I fought to keep my breathing under control. I began sliding my finger in and out of myself, lifting my knees to reach further into me. That feeling of fullness was amazing and my pussy gripped my finger as I continued to play with my clit, learning just what worked the best to keep those pleasurable feelings flowing through me. I pictured Mr Windsor about to orgasm into me, my body being enough to make him come, arousing him so much he would climax in me. I pictured him thrusting deep inside me, grunting as cum spurted out of him and filled my pussy. I couldn’t last any longer, I felt my pussy suddenly spasm and I came, having to bite my lip so I didn’t wake my parents up. My orgasm raced through my body and my legs shook, my pussy contracting round my finger as my clit spread waves of pleasure through my body. I closed my eyes as I slowly pulled my finger out of my pussy, picturing Mr Windsor drawing his soft cock back out of me. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep within seconds. I awoke the next morning to see my mother standing over my bed, holding out the phone. I looked down, suddenly aware of my nakedness and pulled up my covers to hide my body from her disapproving stare. “What is it?” I asked, wide awake now. “Phone for you. Mrs Windsor.” She threw me the phone and walked out. I held it to my ear. “Hi Annie, sorry to bother you but something’s come up. Any chance you can come over tonight and help out?” “Ummm,” I thought about what had happened last night, not really sure how much had been in my imagination. “Sure.” “Great, get here for eight. It’ll only be for a few hours. I promise. Thanks for doing this at such short notice.” I spent the entire day impatiently waiting to go to the Windsors. My parents hardly got two words out of me. But I did wonder if they knew something was different about me. I felt more confident and happier than I had in a long time. Was it possible that I was falling in love too? I almost giggled as I pictured their reaction. Finding out their daughter was in love, sexually active and lusting after a woman. They’d probably have heart attacks! Finally it reached seven o’clock and I threw open my wardrobe to choose what to wear, something I’d never given much thought to before when it came to babysitting. I didn’t own much in the way of glamorous attire but my eyes were drawn to the last few hangers. They contained the things I’d pretty much grown out of. Perhaps this was a chance to give these items a last airing. I picked out a skin tight crop top, my midriff exposed and my breasts clearly visible through the thin white fabric. I deliberately didn’t wear a bra and could almost feel my nipples stiffening at the thought of the Windsor’s seeing me like this. I wanted them both to want me and thought this might help. I found a miniskirt I’d never been brave enough to wear before. Pulling it on, it brushed over my upper thighs but left the rest of my legs on show. I looked at myself in the mirror and lifted the back of the skirt to check how my panties looked. The thong I’d chosen was bright red and both of the cheeks of my bottom were exposed, I looked hot! I completed the outfit with a pair of high heels and wrapped my biggest coat around me so my parents wouldn’t suspect a thing. I was in the car minutes later and soon arrived at the Windsor’s house. Only one car was outside and I wondered if they’d had a change of plan. I knocked on the door and waited. To my surprise it was opened by Mr Windsor. He looked flustered, as if surprised to see me. “Oh hi Annie. I wasn’t expecting you tonight. Jen’s out with the kids to a sleepover. I’m sure she’ll be back soon. Do you want to come in? “Oh yeah, sure. I thought I was looking after them tonight.” “Well I was meant to be taking them but I got in late. Anyway you’ll be able to ask her what’s going on in a minute. Can I take your coat?”

Chapter 5 – Alone with Mr Windsor

Suddenly I felt underdressed. I hadn’t planned for the two of us to be alone but before I could say anything, he’d taken my coat from me. “Wow,” Mr Windsor said, looking me up and down. “That’s quite an outfit.” I blushed, aware of his eyes taking in my long legs, my nipples clearly outlined in my top. I didn’t know what to say. “Can I get you a drink?” he asked, sounding distracted as he continued to stare at my body before finally disappearing into the kitchen. I walked into the lounge. The TV was on and it was showing a very naughty video. I froze, my feet glued to the spot as I realised it was a video of Mr and Mrs Windsor. “Tea or coffee?” He called from the kitchen. “Erm, tea please,” I shouted back, not taking my eyes from the screen. The camera had been set up at the end of the bed. Mrs Windsor was naked on her knees, sideways on to the camera so I could see her legs, her hips and her swinging breasts beneath her but nothing else. Knelt behind her was Mr Windsor, his hips pressed to her buttocks. Was he inside her bottom? “Sugar?” “No thanks,” I yelled, taking a step towards the TV. The sound was off but Mrs Windsor’s mouth was open as she leaned down, her face buried in her pillow as Mr Windsor pulled backwards. I caught a glimpse of the shadow of his cock before he slammed it back into his wife. “Oh shit.” I heard Mr Windsor behind me. He was carrying two steaming mugs and drops splashed from them as he tried to push past me to turn the TV off. “No, don’t” I heard myself saying as I caught his hand before he could reach the remote. “I want to see.” I sat myself on the sofa, my heart pounding as Mr Windsor sat next to me. On the screen he had pulled out of his wife. I could see his cock clearly now, even bigger than it had been in my imagination. It stuck obscenely out from his body and Mrs Windsor grabbed it, drawing it into her mouth and running her tongue over the length of him as her hand flew up and down his shaft, clearly desperate for him to come. “What’s she doing?” I asked, turning to look at Mr Windsor as he shifted uncomfortably. “She…she was giving me a blowjob.” It was a term I’d not heard before. “What’s a blowjob?” “Well, I…errr…I should turn it off.” He got to his feet but I grabbed his leg before he could move away, suddenly aware of the visible bulge in the front of his trousers. “Would you show me?” I asked. “Please.” “I can’t. I shouldn’t. It’s…” He stopped talking as I reached out and undid the zip of his trousers. I wasn’t sure where this sexually adventurous version of me had come from, I just knew I needed to see his cock with my own eyes and not on a screen. “But Jen’ll be back soon…” I had undone the button holding his trousers up and they shrugged down him to his knees. His boxers were straining with the length of him pressing against them and I looked him in the eyes for a moment before licking my lips in anticipation. I tugged his boxers over the length of his shaft, revealing it inch by delicious inch before it popped past the head and then his erection was fully exposed. It was bigger than I’d thought it could be and I tentatively reached out and took it into my hands, wrapping both my hands round its length and feeling the heat of him against my palms. “You mustn’t Annie.” But the fight had gone out of his voice. He didn’t want me to stop any more than I did. I leaned forwards, smelling his manly scent as a single drop of precum appeared at the head of him. I stuck out the tip of my tongue and with a last glance up at him I licked the drop away. It tasted salty on my tongue and I swallowed, suddenly unsure if I could do this. I tried to remember how Mrs Windsor looked on the TV and mimicked her movements. I opened my mouth and pulled his cock towards me. He shuffled forwards, his hands limp by his sides as I widened my lips to plant a wet kiss round the edge of the head of his cock. He gasped out loud and his tool twitched in my hands. I giggled once, nervous energy filling me as I kissed it again, making it twitch every time my lips pressed to it. Suddenly he ran out of patience and he grabbed my head in his hands, thrusting his hips forwards so the full length of him sank into my mouth, sliding over my tongue until it reached the back of my throat. I looked up at him, staring into his eyes with his cock buried in my mouth all the way to the base. He groaned loudly as he held my head in place. I felt drool running down my chin, I was unable to swallow in this position. He kept holding my head and began moving me back and forth on his cock, my hands wiping away my spit as he fucked my face. “Oh my god Annie,” he muttered. “I’ve dreamed about doing this for so long. You’re amazing.” I kept staring up at him as he fucked my mouth, hardly able to believe I could arouse him so much and so quickly. I found myself wanting him to come, I wondered what it would be like to taste his spunk in my mouth. I pressed my lips to his shaft, pursing my mouth and licking his veiny head every time he pulled back. “You’re going to make me come Annie,” he gasped, his hips moving faster, banging my head against him in his eagerness to reach his climax. “Oh fuck,” he muttered. “I’m going to come. Oh fucking hell.” My pussy grew wetter as he spoke and I thought about that shaft being inside me as he came, thinking about him coming deep in my pussy. I felt the shaft begin to twitch and spasm in my mouth just as the front door opened and closed. “I’m home,” Mrs Windsor shouted from the hallway. Her husband let go of my head immediately but it was too late. He was too close to his orgasm and he sprayed cum from his cock just at the wrong moment. He’d pulled out of my mouth just as his cock jerked upwards and a jet of spunk burst out of him, splashing straight onto my shocked face. I jumped up as a second splash hit my tummy, trickling down my stomach as he shoved his cock back into his trousers. I wiped my tummy with my hand, feeling the sticky warmth spread over my skin just as the front door opened and Mrs Windsor appeared. Luckily the film had finished, the screen a mass of black and white snow but she still looked suspiciously from one of us to the other, frowning. “Are you two okay?” she asked, putting her handbag on the armchair by the door. “You look flustered. And what’s that on your face Annie?”

Chapter 6 – Mrs Windsor Takes Over

“Oh this,” I moved my hand up to my face and rubbed the thick warm cum into my skin, trying to appear innocent and not wince at the thought of wiping her husband’s cum into my skin. Would she notice the smell of it on me? “Just some face cream I brought with me.” “Oh great. Can I try some?” She stopped, seeming to notice my outfit for the first time. “What are you wearing Annie?” The phone rang before I could answer and Mr Windsor picked it up. “Hello? What? Oh all right. I’ll be there as quick as I can. Oh and they better let me have tomorrow off to make up for this.” He turned to his wife. “Sorry darling. They’ve lost the TPS reports. I’ll be back as soon as I can.” He almost ran out the door, leaving me alone with Mrs Windsor and an uncomfortable silence. “You wanted me to look after the kids tonight?” I asked in an effort to break the silence. “I didn’t,” she said, leaning towards me and sniffing. “I wanted to be alone with you. Be honest with me Annie. Is that Martin’s cum on your face?” I looked down at my bare legs, not able to meet her gaze as I slowly nodded. “I thought so.” She laughed out loud. “So why did you pretend it was facecream?” I laughed too, the tension broken at last. “It seemed like the right thing to do at the time.” She stood up. “Well maybe you should have a wash before it dries on you. Come on.” She took my hand and led me upstairs to the bathroom. She turned the tap on in the sink and picked up a sponge, soaking up the water. It dripped on the floor as she carried it over to me, rubbing it over my face as rivulets of hot water ran down my neck and soaked into the fabric of my croptop, turning it almost completely transparent. “Did he get you anywhere else?” she asked, her voice full of concern. “On my tummy,” I said, my breath quickening as I noticed her glancing at my nipples through my top. She moved the sponge to my stomach and wiped across me, once, twice, then a third time. “Oh look,” she said, holding the hem of my skirt in her hand. “It’s all wet. Pop it off and I’ll dry it on the towel rail.” “It’s fine,” I said, “honestly.” “Come on, don’t be silly. It’s nothing I’ve not seen before.” She pulled my skirt downwards despite my protests and draped it over the towel rail, pretending not to notice my tiny thong. “Your top’s wet through as well,” she said, gulping as she leaned towards me. “Come on, hand it over.” I pulled the top over my head and passed it to her, folding my arms over my chest and shuddering, feeling nervous about being this exposed in front of her, wearing nothing but a thong and my high heels. “Are you cold?” she asked. “Come here.” She put her arms out and wrapped them round my back, rubbing my skin with her hands as if to warm me up. I could feel the heat of her against me and found my face nuzzled itself into her neck. We stayed that way for several seconds. I could feel her hands moving slowly lower and then they brushed over my exposed bottom cheeks. I shuddered again and let out a tiny gasp, feeling my pussy becoming wetter, my clit beginning to throb again. My thong was already soaked and I felt as if I’d start dripping at any moment. She gripped my buttocks in her hands and pulled her head back to look at me. “Feeling warmer?” she asked and I shook my head, wanting her to hold me again. “Oh you poor dear,” she whispered, pressing my body to hers as my hands moved to her back. I could feel the fabric of her dress under my fingers as I worked upwards to her zip. I slowly lowered her zip, expecting at any moment for her to yell at me, ask me what the hell I thought I was doing. But instead she let me lower it so far that her whole dress fell from her. To my surprise she was naked underneath. I wanted to move backwards to take in the sight of her naked body but she remained pressed against me, her breasts squashed into mine, her face turning to me, our lips just inches apart. “I think I love you,” I whispered, struggling to speak as I almost hyperventilated. Her eyes widened and she stepped back from me. “Annie, I’m married you know?” “I’m sorry,” I replied, reaching past her for my clothes. “What are you doing?” “I shouldn’t have. I should go. I’m sorry.”

Chapter 7 – Time for Bed

“Hush,” she said, taking my hands in hers. “Don’t panic. Just because I’m married doesn’t mean we can’t do this.” “Do what?” “This.” She took my face in her hands and kissed me. It was the most perfect kiss you could imagine and her lips were as soft as I’d imagined. Her tongue nudged into my mouth as she breathed into me, filling my soul with joy. The butterflies in me were churning around so much I thought I might pass out. “Are you okay?” she asked, frowning at me. “Yes,” I said, smiling. “Just a bit scared.” “Come with me,” she said, leading me from the bathroom to her bedroom. As she walked in front of me, I couldn’t help but stare at her perfectly round bottom swaying from side to side. She pulled back the covers so I could climb in and then slipped in beside me. “Tell me what he did to you,” she said, her hand stroking my neck. “Did he fuck your mouth?” I nodded. “He put his cock in my mouth.” “How did it feel?” “I loved it. I wanted him to come in me.” She gasped at how bold I sounded, her hand moving lower to brush over my nipples. I felt my clit throbbing so hard it almost hurt and so to relieve the pain, I began to thrust my hips up and down, feeling it rub against the fabric of my thong. Mrs Windsor noticed the movement and her hand slid down my tummy to the top of my thong. She leaned over and began kissing my neck as I lay still. “I…I wanted you there two Mrs Windsor, I wanted you both,” I muttered as her fingers worked down under my thong, pulling it from me. I was totally naked now and spread my legs to persuade her to touch me. Mrs Windsor teased me for a minute, stroking my thighs, finding them coated in my wetness. She moved her fingers between my legs and touched my labia. I moaned at the soft touch of her hands on my most intimate parts. “Please touch me,” I whispered. “Please make me come Mrs Windsor.” The tip of her finger brushed my overly sensitive clit and I nearly screamed out loud. It was heavenly, her touch was so soft and reaching just the right place on me. I was almost panting as my heart raced, closing my eyes as her head disappeared under the covers. I gasped as I felt her lips envelop one of my nipples, sucking it into her mouth as her fingers continued playing with my clit, moving a little faster as I pictured her husband joining us in bed, my pussy was aching to be filled with something harder than a finger, more desperate to be fucked than ever. “What are you doing?” I asked as her head moved down to kiss my stomach. “You’ve such a perfect body,” she replied, her voice muffled by the blankets over her head. I gasped when a second later I felt her tongue on my clit, not knowing what it was at first and then realising. “Oh my god,” I said. “Are you…?” Her tongue lapped at my bud as her fingers slid lower and circled the wet pool of juices pouring from me. As she sucked my clit into her mouth and breathed on it she slid a finger up into me and I almost came there and then. “Fucking hell,” I screamed. “That is amazing.” She kept licking me, my hands moved under the covers to play with my nipples as I thrust my hips upwards, her finger inside me moving faster and faster. Within seconds I was ready to come, my climax coming faster than anything I’d have imagined. As she lapped at my pussy, my whole body tensed up for seconds on end and then suddenly an orgasm burst out of my clit, spreading through my body. My pussy contracted round her finger but she didn’t stop licking me. Even as my hips banged into her head and my body bucked and thrashed on the bed, my mouth open but unable to speak. She kept licking as she slid her finger slowly back out of me before she finally slid back up the bed and lay next to me, draping one leg over my body. I lay waiting for my heart to stop racing as she began to grind her body against mine, using me as a sex toy to help her come. I reached round with my arm and gripped her bottom, pulling her towards me to help her in her quest to come. She ground her wet pussy against my hip as I felt the waves of pleasure finally fade away. I turned to face her just as she cried out. “Oh my god, I’m coming,” she yelled before she clamped her lips to mine, thrusting her tongue into my mouth as her whole body shook against me, my leg wet with her juices as she climaxed. She kept kissing me as her body went rigid and only stopped when her muscles relaxed and she slumped into the mattress beside me, eyes half closed. I wanted to kiss her again but my eyelids felt impossibly heavy. Without another word between us, we drifted off to sleep and I’d never felt happier in my entire life. “What the hell?” I blinked my eyes open at the sound of a man’s voice. I tried to focus, only able to see a blurry outline of a person standing over me. “Why are you naked in my bed Annie?” I sat up, realising who it was. It was Mr Windsor, his arms folded as he stared at me. I looked down. The covers had fallen from the bed revealing my nude body to the room. Mrs Windsor was nowhere to be seen. “Wh…what?” I asked, my voice dry and croaky. “I said, why are you naked in my bed Annie?” I sat up, one hand across my chest as I shoved the other one between my legs to give me some modesty at least. “She’s naked because she’s been fucking me.” Mrs Windsor had appeared, naked in the doorway of the en suite, the sound of the toilet flushing behind her. “Isn’t that naughty of her?” Mr Windsor jumped when he heard her and then smiled at the sight of her naked body. “You mean you two had sex together?” He shuffled on the spot and I saw a bulge starting to appear in his trousers. “Is that true Annie?” “Yes,” I nodded. “I’m sorry. It was naughty of me.” “You dirty girl,” he said. “I think you need punishing. Don’t you agree?” I nodded again, my heart starting to pound once more. “I’ve been very bad Mr Windsor. Please teach me how to be good. I want to be good.”

Chapter 8 – Mr and Mrs Windsor Teach Me a Lesson

Mr Windsor was undressed in seconds, his erection sticking out from his body as he pulled me to my feet. “You bad girl,” Mrs Windsor said as she stood beside her husband. “Bend over and don’t move.” I turned round and they pushed me forwards. I fell onto the bed, my bottom sticking up into the air. I looked up to see Mrs Windsor tying my wrists together with her dressing gown cord. She held the cord in her hand and sat on the edge of the bed, nodding to her husband. There was a smacking sound and a second later I registered pain in my bottom. I was being spanked. I winced as another slap hit my bottom and then I began to squirm, my clit rubbing against the bed as blows rained down on my exposed behind. “Ow!” I cried out as a strong blow hit my buttocks. “Please be gentle with me.” “Bad girl,” Mr Windsor said. “Trying to break up our marriage. Well, we’ll teach you how to behave.” My fingers felt wet and I glanced up to see Mrs Windsor had moved so her pussy was pressed to my bound hands. I let her use my fingers to rub her as behind me Mr Windsor began to stroke the cheeks of my bottom, soothing the stinging sensation I felt there. I felt his hands roughly spread my bottom wide open and then his tongue ran the length of my bottom crease, flicking over my anus as it licked upwards in a single movement. I gasped at the sensation and then he did it again and I shuddered, almost coming already. Mrs Windsor pulled my bonds so I was dragged onto the bed. She flipped me onto my back, so much rougher than before as Mr Windsor grabbed my knees and pulled my legs apart. “I licked her to orgasm but she didn’t return the favour,” she said, climbing up onto the bed and wrapping the cord round the top of the bed, tying my hands into place so I couldn’t escape, not that I wanted to. I wanted her husband in me and that was all I cared about at that moment. “Please fuck me,” I begged and they both smiled at me. “I think you need to lick my wife first,” Mr Windsor said, motioning for her to move. She stood over my head and I stared up at her naked pussy. “What are you going to do?” I asked. She didn’t answer, just lowered herself over my face until all I could see was her pussy. “Stick out your tongue,” she said, grabbing my chin with her hand as she ground her hips against my face. I edged my tongue out and got my first taste of her soaking wet pussy. She moaned and began to wriggle on me, moving so my tongue could dip into her pussy. My jaw ached as I tried to push my tongue as far into her as I could, wanting only to please her. At the same time I felt the tip of Mr Windsor’s cock stroking up and down my pussy. My shoulders hurt from being trapped in this position but at least my hips were free to move so I spread my legs as wide as I could. “Please fuck me,” I begged again, my voice muffled by being stuck into Mrs Windsor’s labia. I moaned loudly as I felt the tip of a cock enter me for the first time ever. It was so much bigger than a finger, I winced at the momentary pain I felt before my pussy seemed to stretch enough for him to glide up into me. I could feel the length of him buried inside me and it hurt a little until I widened as he stayed still. At last he could begin to thrust back and forth into me as my throat filled with his wife’s juices. Two pairs of hands slid over my body, toying with my breasts and my clit as I was fucked for the first time. The sensation of being used but pleasured at the same time was incredible and I felt my whole body tensing up as Mrs Windsor pressed firmly against me. I couldn’t breathe as her clit smothered my nose but luckily seconds later she orgasmed, her screams almost deafening me as she bucked on my face. I fought for breath as I watched the spasms of her pussy as she came before she slid off me to one side, kissing and licking her juices from my face. “Come in her,” Mrs Windsor said. “I think she wants you to.” “Do you?” he asked, pausing with his cock just outside me, making me ache with desire. “Please come in me,” I said. “Get back inside me. Please.” I gasped as his cock slid up me in a single movement. He grabbed my legs and lifted them into the air as his wife began to stroke my clit with her fingers, making me shudder with delight. He fucked me harder as he grew close to coming, my bottom being pushed into the bed as he rammed himself deep inside me. The fingers on my clit moved faster too and I knew if he didn’t come in me quickly I’d orgasm first. I wanted him to come in me, wanted to be filled with his spunk, to know I’d turned him on enough to cause his orgasm. “I’m going to come,” he gasped, banging himself against me as his wife kissed me suddenly. I felt him slam home one last time and then he remained still. I could feel his cock moving though, jerking in me as a warm jet of cum filled my pussy to overflowing, a tiny amount trickling straight back out as the hands on my clit moved faster. He remained in me as I felt my climax approaching. “I came in you,” he whispered and his deep voice sent me over the edge. I screamed and thrust my hips upwards as I climaxed, my orgasm racing through my body, more powerful than any I’d experienced before. “Oh fuck,” I was able to say into Mrs Windsor’s mouth as her tongue slid over mine, her hands feeling the twitching of my pussy round her husband’s cock. I was in heaven, my whole body rocking with waves of orgasmic joy until at last, my climax faded away, my whole body aching with the pleasure of it, my pussy twitching as Mr Windsor pulled his cock slowly back out of me. His wife untied my wrists and they lifted me to my feet, planting kisses over every inch of my skin as I struggled to stay upright, my legs feeling like jelly. “Would you like to stay the night?” Mrs Windsor asked, nuzzling my ear with her lips.

Epilogue

I wanted to say yes but I knew my parents would question where I was so I had to decline. As I drove home, I was shaking all over, my mind running over what we’d done together. I got home and bypassed my parents watching TV, heading straight to bed. I thought I’d be up for hours but I was asleep almost the moment my head hit the pillow, not waking up until the sun was high in the sky the next day. I went downstairs to find my mother loading clothes into the washing machine. She frowned as she picked up my trousers, reaching into the pocket and pulling out Mrs Windsor’s vibrator. I’d forgotten all about it. “What the hell’s this?” she asked as my mouth fell open. The fallout was enormous. A huge argument with her and my father and within hours I’d packed my bags and loaded them into my car, officially homeless. I drove aimlessly for a while, trying not to cry. It was hard to imagine I’d been thrown out of my home for owning a vibrator but with parents like mine it wasn’t that surprising. I drove for miles but parked up down a country lane when my phone rang. “Hello?” “Hi Annie, I wondered if you were free tonight to babysit?” No sign in Mrs Windsor’s voice that anything had happened the night before. I found myself again wondering if I’d dreamt it. I told her I’d been thrown out of me house, bursting into tears as I spoke. “Oh Annie, that’s awful but it could be perfect timing. We’ve been talking and we’d like to offer you a job.” “A job? Doing what?” I asked, trying to control my tears. “We’ve decided that as you’ve been such a good babysitter, maybe you’d like a live in post here. Become the children’s nanny full time. What do you think?” “You mean, live with you both?” “Is that a yes?” I paused for a moment before answering, knowing the decision I made might change my life forever. “Yes,” I said, picturing myself sandwiched between the two of them again and again. When I’d finished the phone call, I turned the key and set off towards their house, driving towards a world very different from the one I’d just left behind.

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Luna Swift is the bestselling author of more than 60 erotic novels. Her stories cover everything from traditional boy girl romances, spicy lesbian encounters through to taboo watersports but whatever the subject, readers are always left satisfied by the end in these realistic and raunchy stories. Luna lives with her partner in the UK. Visit her website (lunaswift.com) or her Amazon author page to find out more. You can follow Luna on Twitter @misslunaswift

Other Books by Luna Swift

Erotic Fiction NEW! – Saved by Sin – 10 lesbian stories NEW! - Dream Position – A threesome during an interview NEW! – Lesbian Threeway – 3 steamy stories NEW! - Lessons in Lust – 3 MILF stories NEW! – Reluctant Roommates – 4 lesbian stories All The Way In 8 stories Choose Your Erotic Destiny A book starring YOU! Girls Only 7 lesbian books in one Knight Takes Me Passion with a mysterious stranger Katie’s Lesbian Journey The holiday of a lifetime Lady of the Manor Seducing an older woman One Night Only Rehearsing a sex scene in a play Seduced A lesbian trilogy Seduced by my Neighbours Introduced to lesbian love Seduced by my Best Friend Stripped and fucked on a pool table Seduced by my Boss Caught masturbating at work Seducing the Babysitter A threesome with my employer and his wife Summer in Yorkshire A feisty New Yorker meets her match Seductive Stories 17 erotic tales The Hopeful Fall She can’t resist him any longer

Watersports Fiction NEW! The Wet Look – A wet trip to the hair salon NEW! Sea Spray – Two watersports stories with a seaside flavour NEW! Lady in Wetting – I have to do anything my lady asks of me NEW! School Showers – A very wet 10 year reunion NEW! The Desperation Games – The longer you hold it in, the more you win! The Holding Technique A new medical treatment, holding in your pee A Taste For Desperation My best friend has found out I love watersports Dear Desperation Diary Introduced to golden showers Desperate For Her Wanting to pee, needing to kiss her Desperate to Win Up for the wettest actress award The Desperation Collection 6 tales in one book Doctor Wet The wet doctor needs me to pee myself Golden Vibrations Two women try out egg vibrators I Wet Myself at Work Stuck on the phone whilst dying for the toilet I Wet Myself on the Train I can’t hold it in any longer Peeing in the Park Mutual desperation Peeing in Public Using the display toilet Peepals 12 true stories Peeing on a Plane Stuck in my seat during turbulence Relieve Yourself Visiting the Institute of Fetish Dissolution Strictly Wetting A live dance show with a celebrity bursting to go The Great Wet Cook Off A TV chef who can’t hold it in Watersports College Studying at the School of Desperation Wedding Day Nerves 4 watersports stories The Time Traveller’s Wet A sci-fi watersports story Wetting Herself A college tutor with a weak bladder Wetting Myself An archaeological dig and a desperate student

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