I watch them fuck. The pool is visible from my window. He knows I'm there. Andrew Jones, wall street billionaire, likes that I watch him fuck his wife.
I don't play with myself. He doesn't like that. When he's ready, he will make me come. He puts her on his knees, so he can look up at my window.
She doesn't make him come. Only I do that. Weeks ago, he just had to look at me while he fucked her. The first time our eyes met, and he stopped thrusting. We stared, then I turned and ran back to my room.
The next day, he told me I should watch. He paid me for it and the voyeurism aroused me.
But after a week, watching wasn't enough. He jerked off while I touched myself for him.
Billionaire fucking the nanny is cliche.
Down at the pool her moans bounce off the water and the tile walls, and he mirrors them, faking his excitement.
I don't watch them finish. Or leave, but I hear their voices. I have to get ready. Slinky sheer nightie, pale peach, almost innocent. He likes my inexperience.
In my private bathroom, I lift the hem of the dress, checking my pussy. Andrew pays for waxing, but sometimes I have to shave in between. For him.
My clit throbs when I sit on my bed, waiting. I read a romance novel. Girl meets boy, girl hates boy, girl falls in love anyway. I skip the drama and read only the scene where they fuck. Poetic descriptions of the rise and fall of arousal. Keeps me wet while I wait for the door to open.
A half hour passes and Andrew enters. "Did you like watching?"
I shake my head. "No."
He tosses my book aside and straddles my body. "What are you reading?"
"Romance. Only the sex parts."
He pulls my nightie up around my waist, exposing my pink pussy lips. His fingers trace my slit. "You did like watching. You're fucking soaked." Two fingers pump into my slick passage. "I like how tight and wet you are. How innocent you look staring up at me while I tease you."
"I am innocent. Did you forget you were my first?" I never got a guy in high school. Now I'm nineteen and no longer a virgin.
"Sweet and innocent, all shaved bare for me. Your mouth is pouty, like you want my cock between your lips."
He rubs his thumb on my clit, jerking my arousal higher. That move alone made me come the first time he touched me. "Yes," I whisper, because I want to please him.
"Say it, Nessa."
"I want your cock in my mouth." His thumb pushes harder and I shiver, a mini climax overtaking me.
"Little fucking slut. I showered, but I wonder if I came here with her pussy on my dick if you'd suck it off and beg for more."
He rolls to the bed beside me and opens his robe, his erection sticking straight up. "Lick the balls first." I run my tongue over the sacs, enjoying the contrast of rough skin. I use one hand to hold his cock steady while I suck him into my mouth.
Trying to keep all the instructions he's given me straight in my mind. Tongue swirling around, deep, use my hand, no teeth, a little suction and move my mouth slowly.
His hand grabs my hair, and he adjusts my speed, faster. He pushes up deeper into my mouth and I accommodate. In, out, up, down. I count the moments by heartbeats, steady, then racing in my chest.
He pulls out of me and tugs me up over him. "Fuck me," he growls, hip jerking upward.
"What?" Dazedly, I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.
"Sit your tight cunt on my cock and fuck me."
I wiggle around, trying to get him inside me. He groans and grabs his cock in one hand and guides me up with the other.
"Hold me and move slow downward. Yeah, hold it, and push it against your cunt opening. That's a good girl. Now move your body down, nice and slow, until I'm so deep in you."
With his instructions, I figure out how to put him inside me. Then I wiggle my hips from side to side.
"Up and down, you silly slut."
I lift my hips, then slid down around him. That feels good, so I do it again, faster. Faster, until I'm fucking him. A smile creases his face, making me feel like I'm doing a good job. His hips jerk up, meeting my thrusts.
"Lean back a little." I do, and he pushes his thumb against my clit. My hips grind into where he's touching me, while I keep fucking him.
"Lift your shirt, so I can see those perky little tits. Bounce a little faster." I move so my boobs jiggle for him. He likes to find me ask me for a little show like that when we can sneak it. He'll rub my tits in the kitchen or rub his dick against me in the laundry room.
The memories flood my body and my climax breaks loose, covering me in shivers. He grunts and groans and pushes into me hard, slam, slam, slam as he lets loose, filling me.
As the shaking ends, he rolls to me, to my back and kisses me. He's gone before I realize what happened, leaving me laying alone, half naked, dripping on the thousand dollar blanket his wife picked out for me.