Her first day in her new job is much hotter than she would have dreamed. She could love the job.
I spent the whole morning thinking about what to wear for my first visit with Oriana and Simon.
Simon said that they had no intention of touching me. That was fine with me.
Of course, I wanted it sooner or later, but the prospect of having to control myself made me even more excited.
Ideally, they should be the first to cross that line.
They should want me and no longer be able to stand it if I just watched.
Not me.
I would be able to resist.
I opted for a T-shirt and jeans. Nothing seductive or suggestive.
It was a job after all. I went to work.
Grinning, I looked at myself in the mirror and winked at my image.
1.73, slim, blonde, and at the moment dressed like a normal girl who was visiting a friend to study.
Perfect.
Simon opened the door after 30 seconds.
I was curious to see his reaction to my outfit. There was none.
Good self-control, or he didn't care.
Was he expecting a sexy dress or a push-up bra and a plunging blouse neckline?
I would ask him someday, but not today.
The family's sheepdog thought my outfit was sufficient and greeted me stormily as always.
As always, he stuck his snout between my legs, and as always, I resolutely pushed him away.
Simon didn't shake my hand or kiss me on the cheek.
He was wearing cloth trousers and a cream-colored shirt open at the collar. Both harmonized perfectly with his tanned skin.
His aftershave was pleasantly unobtrusive but clearly perceptible in the narrow hallway.
Sexy.
When I followed him into the living room, I saw that his short black hair was still slightly damp at the nape of his neck. So he had just showered.
He was barefoot, which emphasized his casual outfit, and he moved casually without haste.
I could still feel his tension.
Oriana was pacing up and down by the window as we entered the living room.
She was wearing a sexy white silk housecoat and almost ran towards me to give me a hug.
Her nervousness was so obvious that she took mine away.
When she was halfway across the room, Simon grabbed her by the arm and stopped her.
Her expression was that of a petulant child whose favorite toy had been spoiled.
She tried to pull away, but the grip on her slender upper arm held her in place.
She looked Simon in the face, but there was no anger in her gaze, only defiance and lust.
The man was determined, and the woman seemed to like it.
This could be very interesting.
Oriana smiled broadly at me without starting a new try to escape from her husband's grip.
“Welcome!” she exclaimed, beaming. “I can't tell you how happy I am to see you. I was afraid you wouldn't come.”
Her husband's fingers gave a quick squeeze, and Oriana fell silent.
They were probably talking about keeping cool and professional.
After all, I was their employee now.
What was I now? A companion? A toy? A whore?
What did I want to be?
Was this going too far or not far enough?
I didn't know and decided to just let it come to me and enjoy it.
Simon pulled Oriana close and kissed her on the mouth.
My instinctive reaction was to turn away, but I stayed where I was and watched.
It was exciting to be destined to watch the two of them.
I could see the tension in their bodies and the unspoken question of whether it would go as planned. Oriana's body pressed desperately against Simon, and he seemed to want to push her away so that he could become the master of the situation again.
I was nervous and excited, but their excitement seemed to want to blow up the room.
It was fantastic.
Simon finally managed to restrain Oriana, push her away from him, and turn to me.
“I want you to sit here on this chair and don't move until I tell you to.”
I looked in the direction shown.
There was a chair with armrests against the wall opposite the large couch. I walked towards it while he continued talking.
“Sit down comfortably and put your hands on the armrests. Keep your feet a little apart so you have good support. The cushion is for your back so that the backrest doesn't pinch and you can sit comfortably.”
I walked towards the chair and sat down.
The cushion on my back was thick and forced me to sit at the front of the chair, but it was quite soft and comfortable for my back.
I rested my arms on the armrests and placed my feet on the legs of the chair as requested.
My decision to wear jeans seemed the right one. The position would be a bit awkward for a skirt.
“Today we just want to test whether you can sit still and motionless and whether you enjoy watching us. Your job is not to take your eyes off us and not to let anything distract you. Please don't look away. We want you to watch us. Can you do that?”
I nodded with a smile.
I had no idea whether I could or not, but I was amused by the matter-of-fact sound of his voice giving me instructions.
He was the boss. I was only working here.
Simon turned to his wife and led her to the couch. Behind the couch, to be precise.
He kissed her passionately, looking at me the whole time.
I was getting hot.
He groped her whole upper body, squeezed her breasts, and rubbed his pelvis against hers.
It was very arousing, and I felt a blush rising in my cheeks.
Oriana moaned loudly and I felt myself clutching the armrests convulsively.
The urge to close my knees grew stronger as I felt myself getting wet.
Simon turned his wife towards me and bent her over the couch.
The silk coat gaped open, and I saw the cleavage of a beautiful sky-blue negligee from which her breasts were spilling out.
Now they were both looking at me, while Simon dropped his pants behind Oriana and lifted her housecoat at the back.
Oriana moaned so loud that I winced in my chair.
Simon looked at me intently as he slowly penetrated his wife and began to move.
Instead of looking at his cock, which was opening his wife's certainly already hot and wet vagina, he looked at my face.
As if he was pushing his cock between my lips.
As if he knew what I was thinking, he rammed his cock deep inside her, and I resisted the urge to press my hand to my throat, which felt like I was choking.
I was getting really hot now.
I wanted to stand there and be fucked by him.
I wanted to get closer and watch his cock disappear into her pussy.
My nipples felt hard under my T-shirt and my pussy pulsed with pleasure.
The immobility and passivity made my senses go crazy.
I was too far gone to see anything clearly, so I tried in vain to smell anything.
When I saw the faint smile on Simon's face as he rammed his cock full force into his wife, I knew that was exactly what he had intended by pushing the chair as far as it would go.
Suddenly I regretted not having put on a long, thick, and wide skirt.
My pussy was throbbing wet, and I wondered if I had already wet my jeans and if they could see it.
I didn't dare look down and take my eyes off the copulating couple.
Firstly because it was so hot to watch them, and secondly because I didn't want to draw Simon's attention to my wet jeans.
Oriana's face was red with lust, and the only thing coming out of her open lips was a long, lustful gasp. My hands tightened in the armrests and I almost cried out in surprise when Runo came storming into the room.
At full gallop, he ran excitedly towards the couple only to be stopped by a sharp “Off!” to be stopped.
The big animal stopped, disappointed, and I wondered where the dog had been all this time and why the door to the living room wasn't locked.
Was there someone else in the house?
The sound of Oriana's body slamming against the couch overrode my thoughts.
The moaning increased, and Simon pumped into her with relish, sometimes looking at me, sometimes at the dog, who was trembling with excitement.
Oriana climaxed shaking violently, and my pussy contracted with hers as I saw the ecstasy on her face.
Simon's big paws closed like claws around Oriana's hips, and her whole body reminded him of a doll that he pushed onto his cock over and over again.
I could almost feel the hard grip around my own waist and wished he would grab me even harder.
The dog now came towards me and stuck his big snout right between my legs.
I wanted to push him away, but Simon's panting stopped me.
He looked at me and at the animal sniffing my wet pussy as if to remind me of my task.
I wanted to push the horny dog away because every movement of its big snout was like a direct touch to my pussy, which was screaming with lust for a cock.
The dog wagged its tail and moved wildly, and then the huge wet tongue began to lick my crotch obsessively.
I was about to grab Runo by the neck and end it all when Oriana cried out as Simon came inside her.
The sight was overwhelming.
I saw Simon coming and longed for the feeling of his hard cock in my wet pussy.
I was sure that Oriana's feet were no longer touching the floor, and I couldn't take my eyes off Simon's when the moment came that his hot sperm shot out of him.
He showed me what he would do to me when the time was right.
Hopefully, he was a man who kept his promises.
I imagined I could smell Simon's cum at that distance and saw his ecstatic face.
The dog continued to lick my now really wet crotch, and his backside moved as if he were the one fucking someone and not his master.
My own arousal was only seconds away from an orgasm that I wouldn't have if I couldn't touch myself.
I wanted to go home and sink my fingers deep into my more than ready pussy. My breathing was intermittent, and the damn mutt just wouldn't stop licking me.
Simon enjoyed his orgasm and looked at me continuously. I held my breath as he slid out of Oriana and brushed his hair back from his forehead.
It was longer than I thought.
Oriana smiled broadly at me as she came back on her feet with the help of her husband.
Simon slowly put on his pants without taking his eyes off me and the dog licking me as if he would lick the most delicious juice in his life.
Did he want to know if I liked it?
Did I like it?
I was too hot to think.
Even if I hated it, I would let everything happen now only to get an orgasm. Dog, horse, man, woman, hand or feet, no matter what.
I was seconds before a gigantic orgasm, and I wanted it now!
But that is exactly what would not happen.
I was here to work and not to be fucked and satisfied.
That was supposed to diminish my lust, sober me up, and calm me down, but it didn't.
My body was shaking inside, and I tried everything not to show it.
But he knew anyway. I was sure of that.
Simon came around the couch and reached for his wallet on the side table.
Then he looked at his watch and calmly counted out the agreed amount while Oriana stood around a little embarrassed.
Simon looked at me with a kindred spirit.
“Thank you, my dear. It was very arousing,” he said and watched my agony for a moment. Then he sent the dog away and gave me my money.
Our fingers didn't touch, and I couldn't read anything from his gaze.
“Can we call you?” I nodded. I was almost sure my voice would fail.
Simon indicated a bow and left the living room with Oriana on his arm.
My job was done. I was free to go.
Instead of feeling insulted at being treated like a whore, I was overjoyed.
The feeling was so hot that I sat there for a few more seconds before hurrying home.
I couldn't keep my hands off myself for the next 2 days.
I masturbated in every way I knew.
I desperately wanted to go there again.
I wanted to follow the instructions and watch my neighbors fuck.
I checked my phone almost every hour to make sure I hadn't missed any messages.
I saw the neighbors briefly over the garden fence, and, as always, we waved to each other.
Today my phone finally rang, and I was so excited that I briefly wondered whether I should answer it at all or just listen to the message.
I couldn't stand it and answered.
“Hello?” I said as I had planned. Better not to say much than something foolish.
“We'd like to see you tonight if you're available. Is it convenient for you?”
Whether it suited me????
My heart was already racing, and the tugging in my stomach told me that I was about to have a nice session with my vibrator.
“Yes, with pleasure. When?” I said as I had rehearsed in front of the mirror.
“At 7 if it suits you. Can you wear the same as last time?”
“Yes, of course,” I said, and the conversation was over.