Smut With A Smirk

Shine On On entering my tiny coach house we made a brief stop at the ancient fridge. We each grabbed a cold Drewrys and Nanny led the way to the small room with the large floor flopped mattress that dominated the space. Only the large wooden console Hi Fi, turntable, and equally bulky speaker cabinet on the other side of the area added to the room’s decor. I put on side one of “Wish You Were Here” by Pink Floyd and watched approvingly as the Nanny sprawled out on the floor level mattress with her long legs splayed for comfort. Nanny had legs that made grown men burst into tears just watching her walk by, but here tonight with the silly knee socks of the nanny uniform she was like some Mary Poppins meets Catholic school girl mash-up. Her sipping a beer, limbs all akimbo, ensconced on my bed as the music rose had me set down my beer and drop slowly between her knees. My hand traced gently over her stocking top as she said, “If you are a good boy I’ll leave the socks on.” She knew

  Gina was not giving up the controls easily. So  Brittany  teased the head of me with her  pointed  little tongue. The side view of Brittany on all fours, her red hair obscuring my view of her tongues delicious work on and around my shaft with teasing little burrows into Gina's delicious furrows was sensation enough. I enjoyed Brittany's breast, which  held their pleasing round shape even with gravity tugging at them in her doggy position. Her tummy flat and rump raised would have made me wish for a  position  if her oral delights and Gina/s special clit friction had not made me moan out loud.   I closed my eyes in sweet satisfaction. When they opened again I found two shimmering faces poised behind my extra stiff self both teasing up and down the shaft with  flicking  licking tongues.  Gina's frizzy black hair a diaphonique veil when she took her turn working  mercilessly  down me until I felt the back of her throat while Brittany looked on. When freed from  Gina

The Nanny Ride The ride home with the Nanny was indeed frosty. Not only since I had driven there with the windows rolled down to air out the spacious double couch design of the Bonneville, hoping that the scent of other women and male splooge would be whisked away on the wind. Now with the heater on the atmosphere within was still frosty. “So that guy must be used to giving their Nannie’s a ride home.” I said sheepishly. “No. I am their first nanny.” she said coldly, adding “They had an Au Pair before me.” “An oh pair of what?” I asked trying to weasel my way through with humor. Au Pair. A. U.  P. A. I. R. silly.” The Nanny giggled after a brief attempt not to be thawed. “Some foriegn chick that lived in and cared for the kids.” she concluded. “Cozy.” Was all that I could say as I imagined a foreign floozy in the family home. “Maybe too cozy.” The Nanny added cryptically. Not cryptically enough as the tableau of the wife looking anxious

All this while the Nanny was waiting. Beverly's mouth was confusing. I was lost in her. As I watched my shaft disappeared into her moist lips and where I would usually hit the back of a throat or get a bit of a gag out of a girl, all I felt was the sweet soft moist continuation. I watched the back of Bev’s head closely half expecting her long hair to form a tent, yet still she swallowed up to my balls with nary a gag with nothing but the sensation of soft tongue, cheek, hard palate or teeth to distract. I was agog. Beverly slowly pulled her head up maintaining sweet succulent suction that nearly pulled my balls through the business end of my cock. When she reached the top our eyes met. With my pole shimmering from her spittle she gave me a delicious wink full of wanton promise and pride. Her hands slipped under my ass, taking cheeks firmly in her hands, and guided me as I bucked into her mouth with abandon. I lost track of time as well as the back seat follies unt