Owning our Au Pair: Billionaire BDSM Menage

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Author: Kat Richards
Daniel passes his fingers under his nose, inhaling.
    "Beautiful," he says before taking up his napkin to dry his fingers.
    Amelie blushes. I love it when she does that, I hope it never stops happening. This is going to be a very long dinner. My pussy throbs with a need to be pleasured but tonight is about her.

Chapter twelve

Amelie
    Dinner is the most amazing experience of my life. The food alone is to die for but the things they do to me are mind blowing. I've never been touched like it before. All previous lovers were amateurs.
    After dinner, we head home. Daniel's hand is on my thigh as is Mrs. Cliffe's. I don't know what to expect next but I can't wait. My mistake has turned into the opportunity of my life. They look at each other across me and then they lean together without a word and kiss each other passionately across me. I place my hands on their backs running them up and down.
    Desire fills me as I watch their mouths work together. I place one hand on Mrs. Cliffe's breasts and the other on Mr. Cliffe's cock. I rub them through their clothes. His cock engorges and I grasp what I saw in the video. He's massive. Mrs. Cliffe's nipples harden through the fabric of her dress and I realize she's not wearing a bra which makes me gush.
    The chauffeur pulls into the circular driveway.
    "Shall we take this upstairs?" Mr. Cliffe asks.
    Oh yes, please dear god yes! I scream it in my mind but I wait. Mrs. Cliffe is in control here not me.
    "I need to pay the sitter," she says.
    Daniel nods then smiles. "Mind if I ... warm her up?" he asks glancing at me.
    My heart stops beating and I flush hard. I look at Mrs. Cliffe, my nerves on fire. Please, please say yes. I need him so bad!
    "Of course dear," she says. "I'd expect no less."
    Relief floods me. We climb out of the car and Mr. Cliffe takes my hand leading me into the house and up the rear stairs to their bedroom while Mrs. Cliffe goes to handle the babysitter. He leads me to the middle of the room then drops my hand. I stand there unsure of myself. Mr. Cliffe takes two steps away from me then looks me up and down. I can see the lust in his eyes and the wetness grows in my pussy.
    "You're beautiful," he says.
    "Thank you sir," I say.
    I'm having a hard time taking my eyes off his crotch. I've felt it, I've seen it on the telly, but I want to feel it bare, I want to taste it.
    "Get on your knees," he says.
    I obey, lowering myself before him. Now I'm eye level with that bulge and there's no denying my desire. He steps forwards putting it in my face. I lick my lips and look up at him.
    "May I sir?"
    He bites his bottom lip. Apparently he can't find the words either. I undo his belt, then the snap on his pants. I work slowly letting my arms and hands freely touch his bulging cock through the fabric. It jumps with each touch, I can't imagine how big it must be. I rest one hand on his zipper, my arms leaning against his erect member, then I look up at him and smile. He groans and his hips thrust just a little forward causing me to rock back. I pull the zipper down a little at a time bringing my other hand up to stroke his cock through his underwear. It's damp from his precum. I can smell the musk of him and it makes my mouth water.
    As the zipper reaches its bottom his pants fall around his ankles and there's only the thin cotton of his boxer briefs between me and his dick. I look up at him, lick my lips slowly, then hook my fingers under the band of his underwear. I pull out then start pulling down. The head appears above the band, massive and swollen to the point of being purple. Cum glistens on the slit of it and I lean in licking it. The salty sweetness covers my taste buds and my pussy clenches in response. Fuck I want to take him all in.
    I lick around the rim of his head, hitting that sensitive ridge underneath it and tracing that with my tongue. He moans thrusting at me again. My hands pull his underwear the rest of the way down and let it fall to his ankles. His massive
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