Just Watching

Just Watching

Just Watching

(Thanks to readers O and LT for sharing their fantasy that inspired this story)

People can get some very weird ideas, especially after a few drinks. The fact I didn't immediately reject Otto and Louise's suggestion out of hand before even hearing all the details probably says as much, if not more, about me than them. Then again, I suppose it takes all kinds and I don't really have anything to complain about in any case unless you count not cumming even more than I actually did when I had the chance.

It started innocently enough when a bunch of my new fellow workers invited me for cocktails after work on a Friday of a holiday weekend. I say new because I'd only been working at the accounting firm about three months and didn't yet know most people on sight, let alone pretty much anyone's name other than those directly in my unit.

From the moment we walked into the bar, it was clear some of my associates were regulars there. The waitresses greeted them by name and even made a few quite personal, bordering on lewd, comments to some and simply grinned when they received the same in return. Since it didn't seem to matter to anyone that I was only nineteen, I just went along with the program. I was barely settled when an elegant well–dressed blonde woman old enough to be my grandmother slid into the booth on my right side and smiled sweetly.

“Hello, dear, you must be the new girl Otto mentioned,” the woman said warmly, extending her hand, “I'm Louise.”

“Bernice,” I replied, shaking her hand, “but I'm afraid I don't know anyone named Otto.”

“Oh, you most certainly should get to know him,” Louise giggled, placing her hand just below the hem of my mid–thigh–length skirt under the table. “He's that most handsome man about to slide into the booth on the other side of you who just happens to be my husband and the managing partner of the firm.”

My head swiveled around instantly to see a quite distinguished–looking man smiling down at me. I instinctively slid closer to Louise to make room for him, resulting in my hips and thighs pressing quite firmly against hers.

“Shame on you, Otto,” Louise admonished him cheerfully as he slipped in next to me, “this lovely young woman doesn't even know who you are. I thought you made a point of personally introducing yourself to new associates, especially pretty young redheads like her.”

“I do apologize for not getting to meet you earlier,” he said to me quite sincerely, extending his hand, “but we were out of the country until a couple of weeks ago and I had a lot of catching up to do.”

“No need for that,” I answered a bit flustered as I shook his hand, not really expecting the managing partner to personally know everyone in a three–hundred–plus workforce spread across three floors of the tallest building in the city, “but it's my pleasure to meet you now.”

“Splendid,” Louise exclaimed, giving my thigh another gentle squeeze. “So what will you have to drink?”

For a moment I hesitated, unsure of how to respond and most certainly not wanting to offend them in any way. Other than the night of my senior prom some six months or so before, I'd never had more to drink than the occasional sip of wine at Christmas dinner. That one night had a good and bad side...the bad being a monstrous hangover the next morning and the good was the chance for me to quite happily finally dispense with my virginity. My only regret was not exactly remembering all the details of, or even particularly enjoying, that once–in–a–lifetime event.

“I'm really not much of a drinker,” I confessed.

“Oh, nonsense,” Louise huffed with her continued exuberance. “At the very least, have a glass of wine with us to celebrate your new job and even newer friends.”

Of course, there was no way I could get out of that. As Otto got the waitress's attention, Louise began casually asking me about how I liked the job, (it's OK as an entry–level position), my plans for the future (saving enough for college to become a veterinarian), my living situation (an efficiency apartment two bus rides from the office), my personal relationships (none recently, not mentioning the guy who took me to the prom and my virginity moved halfway across the country for college or how adept I was getting with both hands) and other such things. Before I realized it, most of the other people from the office had left and I was feeling just a bit tipsy after drinking an unknown number of glasses of a very smooth white wine.

“I really need to go if I want to catch the last bus,” I told Louise after a quick trip to the ladies' room where I managed to splash enough cold water on my face to keep the room from spinning...mostly.

“Don't be ridiculous,” Louise exclaimed forcefully. “Our car is right outside and we'll drop you off.”

I didn't see any point in arguing with her, especially since I probably already missed the last bus. Louise wasn't kidding either. A classic black limousine was parked in a restricted area right in front of the bar. A short burly man wearing a black suit, white shirt, black tie and high–peaked cap held open the door to the rear seat where I sat pressed between Louise and Otto again.

“Take us to her place first, William,” Otto instructed the driver after I gave him the address, “and then home.”

“If I may be so bold, I would like to invite you to visit with us tomorrow,” Louise said as the car pulled away from the curb and blended into the flow of traffic. “We are both quite impressed with you this evening and have a proposition for you.”

“A proposition?” I asked, trying to clear my head to make sure I was hearing her correctly.

“Yes, something we should discuss in private and with a clear head,” Otto added as Louise gave my left thigh another tender squeeze. “It's quite personal but perfectly legal. Whatever you decide after hearing us out will not have any effect one way or the other on your current position.”

Before I could answer, the limousine pulled to a stop in front of my apartment building. The driver got out and held the door open for me, that in itself a first for me.

“William will pick you up at 1:00 tomorrow afternoon,” Louise told me as I stepped out of the car. “Dress casually and comfortably.”

•••••

I woke the next morning on my couch still dressed from the night before with my head a little fuzzy but surprisingly without a hangover headache. A quick check of my phone showed a text from Louise reminding me their limousine would pick me up at 1:00 and to dress casually.

While the hot water running over my body in the shower helped clear my head, I was still at a loss as to what Louise and Otto had in mind. If they intended to take advantage of me in any way, last night was the perfect opportunity. I had enough to drink that I probably would not have resisted them or even wanted to. So that wasn't it.

The more I thought about my current dry spell, the more intense the itching between my legs grew until I adjusted the hand–held shower head to a hard pulse and held it on my clit through an only partially satisfying orgasm. It wasn't the same as an attentive lover, not that I had one yet outside of my fantasies, but like most other mornings it did take the edge off.

At precisely 1:00 as I finished buttoning a light gray shirt over my faded prewashed jeans, my phone chimed, alerting me to a text.

“The car is out front.”

William, the same driver as the night before, dressed the same way, held the rear door open for me as I approached the car. His face was expressionless as I got settled and he pulled away from the curb. I decided there was no point in asking him what was going on and sat back to enjoy only my second ride in a limousine.

About twenty minutes later, we pulled into a gated community with huge houses set widely apart on immaculately landscaped lots surrounding a small lake. I just rode with my mouth agape looking at the mansions until William pulled into a circular drive and stopped at a front door that had to be twelve feet high and half that as wide. Almost at the same moment the vehicle stopped, that door opened and Louise came out wearing a simple sundress that probably cost more than my bi–weekly paycheck.

“Welcome, my dear, welcome,” the older woman said cheerfully, giving me a warm tight hug as soon as I got out of the car. “Do come in. We are so pleased you've come and Otto is waiting for us on the patio.”

She led me through their lavishly furnished and quite sprawling home with her arm hooked in mine. I couldn't help but notice from the way she moved that she wasn't wearing a bra under the sundress but didn't think much of it. After all, she did say casual and comfortable and my bra was usually the first thing I removed when I got home.

When we walked through the French doors to a covered patio, Otto turned from where he was fiddling with something. He smiled brightly and gave me a warm tight hug at least equal to his wife's. I thought that was being a bit too familiar for an employer, especially one I just met the night before, but didn't say anything. I have an aunt and uncle that are way more handsy with me and every other member of my family so I figured they were just that way.

The backyard was everything I would expect in a house of this type. Besides a large pool with a built–in hot tub, there was a basketball/tennis court and a putting green set in the impeccable lush landscaping. I took it all in while Otto stepped back and asked me what I wanted to drink.

“After last night, I best stick with soda or juice,” I explained before sagging into an entirely too comfortable wicker chair with plush cushions.

“Don't be ridiculous,” Louise laughed, pouring me a glass of white wine. “This is a holiday weekend and we're not asking you to overindulge or any such thing.”

So I sipped the excellent wine as we talked about inconsequential things for a few minutes before Otto refilled my glass and sat next to Louise facing me. From their body language and the look on both their faces, I instantly knew the conversation was turning toward serious.

“As we mentioned last night, we have a proposition for you,” Louise began while resting her hand on Otto's thigh halfway between his knee and crotch. “Think of it as a side job that will help you save the money for college faster.”

“Don't worry, nothing illegal or anything like that,” Otto chimed in with his arm over Louise's right shoulder and the tips of his fingers practically resting on the upper curve of her tit through the dress. “Most importantly, whether you agree or not today, your decision will have no effect on your job. We only ask that you realize this requires your complete discretion and is not to be discussed with anyone.”

“As a show of our good faith and for your time today,” Otto continued after reaching into a drawer of a small table next to his seat, “this envelope contains cash in the amount of your daily pay, rounded up to the nearest twenty dollars. You'll get the same payment every time you visit here if you agree to our proposal. We expect that to be no more than three hours at any one time, including the travel back and forth in our limousine. If it should be more at any point, the compensation will, of course, be proportionately more.”

I knew enough not to bother looking in the envelope, although its very presence told me the encounter the night before was not as serendipitous as it first seemed. I did notice how anxious they seemed to be waiting for me to reply.

“I have to admit I'm intrigued if for no other reason the...um...delicate way you are asking me,” I told them after taking a sip of the wine, “so how about giving me the details I need to see if I'm interested in proceeding.”

“We...both of us...have a very particular...er...fetish,” Louise began to explain a bit nervously, glancing back and forth from me to Otto.

“You want me to have sex with you!” I practically shouted, jumping to my feet with the cash–filled envelope dropping from my lap to the floor at my feet. “I'm not...not...a whore!”

“Oh no...no...that's not what we're saying or suggesting at all,” Louise immediately exclaimed, getting to her feet and placing a hand on my left arm. “We're not asking you to do anything sexual at all, so please sit and hear us out. If you don't agree to continue when we're done, you keep the envelope. William will take you home and that's the end of the matter.”

At this point, I was on high alert but the accounting firm employee in me made a speedy estimate of cash in the envelope and how much more quickly I could start college. Besides, they were already paying me for my time that afternoon, so I might as well listen to what they had to say.

“OK, I'll hear you out,” I told them, dropping back into the chair before gulping down the remainder of the wine in my glass, “but if I get uncomfortable at any time, I want to leave.”

“Agreed,” Otto told me firmly as Louise leaned into him and his fingertips fell across the hard nipple poking out against the fabric of her dress.

“I guess the easiest way is to just tell you as directly and plainly as we can what we have in mind,” Louise said softly, her hand back on Otto's thigh but much closer to his crotch. “We're both exhibitionists. We've tried doing things online but it's just not satisfactory. Basically, we want you to watch us have sex...live and in person.”

“You're kidding me,” I gasped, utterly surprised by such a proposition from a couple in my grandparent's age range.

“No, we're absolutely serious,” Otto explained with his fingers absentmindedly lightly pinching Louise's right nipple, “although what we have in mind is a bit more involved than just watching.”

“Hold on, let me explain,” Louise went on quickly, seeing me starting to tense and get back on my feet. “What we have in mind will not involve you having any contact with either of us against your will. In fact, you can stay completely clothed at all times if that's what you wish.”

“Then what exactly do you have in mind by 'a bit more involved than just watching'?” I asked after a moment's hesitation while Otto refilled my glass.

“We have a very...um...adventurous and satisfying sex life and had since two days after Otto got his driver's license and we took each other's virginity in the back seat of his father's car,” Louise continued with the side of her little finger just short of touching the bulge in Otto's pants. “We got married right out of high school and, as you can see, had a very successful life together. We've always been exhibitionists and have visited various nude beaches and resorts around the world.”

“In recent years, we've been looking for more ways to add yet more excitement to our sex lives,” Otto picked up the explanation and didn't try to conceal the way he was pinching Louise's right nipple. “We both like pornographic stories although videos don't do much for either of us. Often we'll read something aloud to each other but that makes having sex awkward without stopping. We tried going online to have others watch us but that wasn't very satisfying either.”

“So we decided we would like to try having someone read sexually explicit stories to us in person,” Louise chimed in with her hand unabashedly resting on the bulge in Otto's pants, “and we would act out whatever is involved in the story.”

“Let me make sure I have this straight,” I told them even as I felt my nipples stiffening and a faint hint of a familiar tingling growing deep in my cunt. “You want me to read porn stories and then basically be a director like in a play or movie while you fuck.”

“Exactly, and you make it even better by using profane and dirty language while reading or even just talking to us,” Louise exclaimed with a slight shiver as her hand tightened on Otto's stiff cock through his pants. “Of course, we have lots of specific details and ideas we'll happily spell out if you agree to take this on.”

“Such as?” I asked suspiciously, thinking this might be just a roundabout way to get in my panties, something to which I suddenly wasn't entirely opposed.

At that point, they started spelling out what they wanted by speaking in turn, meaning to me they put quite a bit of thought into this idea.

“We'll supply the first story or two,” Louise went on even as her breathing became more ragged and her knees parted enough I could see halfway up the inside of her toned thighs. “After that, you pick the story without consulting us in any way other than tell us if we need any specific props, such as toys or costumes, that we'll purchase in advance of a specific session.”

“As for the stories themselves, we'll provide you with a list of websites and publications you can consult to find them, the more involved and perverted the better,” Otto added with his right hand completely cupping Louise's right tit, “or you can find some elsewhere on your own. If that starts taking too much time, we'll increase your compensation to cover it. If you need a costume or prop to read the story, say a French maid outfit, we will pay for that too.”

“Each session will last until both of us cum but no more than two hours.”

“No session will repeat an earlier one. For example, once we fuck in the missionary position, that is off the table as the main event for future sessions. We want to experience as many different situations as possible.”

“Our only limits so far are no shit or serious pain, with pain defined as anything that leaves a mark the next day or draws blood, so a bare–handed spanking, for instance, wouldn't count,” Louise concluded with her eyes locked on mine and her hand flat out fondling his bulging cock through his pants.

By that time, I was starting to get a little aroused myself since they were fundamentally offering me a chance to not only have my own in–person sex show but to also direct them to do whatever I chose based on any specific story I picked. Even better from my point of view, the longer we talked, the more openly they fondled each other, telling me they were quite serious about being watched.

I took another deep gulp of the wine.

“How do you intend to do this and have this set up if I agree,” I asked, admitting to myself that I full well intended to at least give it a try for a session or two.

“Oh, dear, we would hope you would agree to at least one session a week,” Louise grinned as she got to her feet and turned to give Otto a passionate open–mouthed kiss before hooking her arm in mine again. “Let us show you our usual playground...the master bedroom.”

They led me to another wing of the house where we entered a bedroom suite three or four times larger than my apartment. Besides the largest bed I'd ever seen, there was a sitting area with a sofa, two comfortable chairs and a wall–mounted TV that looked like a movie theater screen.

“Depending on the story you pick, of course, we expect to be on the bed for the most part,” Otto told me with his hand gently squeezing Louise's left ass cheek. “We can place a chair as close as you would like and are comfortable. Naturally, you are also free to move around in any way you want as well.”

“We also have a number of toys,” Louise grinned, leading me into what was a dressing room and opening a cabinet filled with all manner of dildos, vibrators, restraints and the like. “If we need something else we don't already have, we'll just get it.”

I was hooked.

“What are the first two stories you want me to read,” I smiled back at them both, “and when do you want to do this the first time?”

“Oh, thank you...thank you, Bernice. You have no idea how happy we are you agreed to help with our dearest fantasy,” Louise exclaimed, giving me a hug so tight I could feel her erect nipples crushing against my rapidly stiffening ones.

When she led me back to the sitting area, Otto handed me two stapled–together sets of paper.

“Here are the first two stories we picked out,” he told me before sitting down next to Louise on the settee with an obvious bulge in his pants. “They will give you an idea of what we have in mind. Take a moment to glance through them and let us know what you think.”

The first one involved a “Daddy” walking in on his “daughter” as she masturbates. After some trite back and forth, he agrees to show her his cock and jerk off for her if she'll let him watch her finger herself to an orgasm.

In the second, the situation was reversed. A woman walks in on her “son” watching porn and jerking off. As she talks to him, she slowly strips and tells him he might have a more intense climax seeing “Mommy's” tits and pussy in person. When he gets close, she pushes his hand away and finishes jerking him off until she shoots his cum on her tits and hairy pussy.

Louise and Otto were obviously ready to get started. As I read, I glanced over hearing some low moans and whimpers. By the time I finished the first story, Louise had Otto's belt undone and her hand busily fondling his cock inside his unzipped pants. His hand was inside the front of her dress, rather roughly pinching and pulling her bare right nipple.

Both smiled wanly when they saw me look at them but didn't stop what they were doing. I shifted in my seat, my nipples aching and my panties getting damper by the second.

“I like the first one, with the Daddy walking in on his daughter,” I told them, not mentioning the uncountable number of times I masturbated through my preteen and teen years fantasizing about my own father walking in on me with his hard cock spewing the same sperm that made me into my hand and mouth and pussy. “Besides, it seems to be the simplest one as a start. When do you want to have the first session?”

“How about right now?” Louise asked after a quick glance at Otto. “You're already here and we'll happily pay you for the session as if I were separate from this first visit.”

I wasn't exactly surprised given the way they had been openly feeling each other up while I silently read the stories. Still, it was a big step from talking about watching them get naked and fuck and actually sitting back to watch them get naked and fuck.

“Sure, why not...I'm already here,” I smiled even as I felt a steady trickle of my pussy juices seep into my panties.

From the look on Louise's face, I knew I made the right choice as far as she was concerned. Otto simply nodded his head and went to get us cold drinks and I assumed another envelope of cash.

Louise got to her feet and helped me move the chair closer to the bed. Then she nonchalantly shrugged her sundress from her shoulders to let it fall to the floor around her feet and grinned at me. She wasn't wearing panties either beneath the shift as she climbed on the bed, lay on her back and spread her legs wide.

“Do you masturbate often?” Louise asked me nonchalantly while we waited for Otto as she slipped a fingertip through the blooming inner lips of her glistening smoothly shaved pussy. “I've needed to cum four or five times a day...every day...since I first discovered my clit when I was eight or nine years old. I usually just get myself off as often as I can with my fingers and toys while Otto is at work. Fortunately, he is usually good for three solid fucks a day with lots of hot creamy cum as well.”

I was so startled by her admission and question that I just sat there gaping at her. The more she fondled her nipples and casually fingered her increasingly moist pussy, the wetter I got.

“I'm not sure what you mean by...eh...often,” I answered tentatively, squirming in the chair as I felt the tingling between my legs growing stronger.

“Oh, I suppose more than two or three times a day would qualify as often,” she grinned as I watched three fingers slowly vanish to the second knuckle in her entry hole. “My younger sister is the only one I ever knew who masturbates more than me and still does, she tells me quite proudly.”

“I...I only...did it...more...more than once...in a day...a few times,” I managed to stammer in embarrassment.

Before Louise could say anything more, Otto returned with a tray of wine glasses and two bottles buried in a bucket of ice. He didn't say a word about his naked wife casually playing with her pussy as he poured us all a drink.

“To a long and satisfying partnership,” he said with a raised glass.

Louise and I saluted his toast with our own raised glasses before he turned to me with a devilish smile.

“So what do you want us to do now, Madam Director?” he grinned wickedly as he began unbuttoning his shirt, “I can see that my wife is ready to start without me.”

“Well, according to the story, you are supposed to be her “Daddy” and walk in on her playing with herself....”

“...finger fucking her tight wet cunt,” Louise interjected with a laugh. “Remember to use filthy language whenever you can during these sessions or any other time we three are alone.”

“....finger fucking her tight wet bald cunt,” I continued with a blush, “so go out in the hall and I'll call when we're ready to start.”

“Good girl,” Otto smiled at me as he turned to the door. “I'll peek in like I'm spying and listen for your cue to enter.”

“He really gets into this play–acting,” Louise told me as she began thrusting two fingers slowly in and out of her cunt with one hand and rubbing her clit with the other. “When he's in this kind of mood, he'll do anything you or I tell him to do...anything and everything without question or hesitation. Remember that as we go forward.”

My cunt twitched and clenched again.

I began reading the story, glancing toward the door when I got to the part about the “Daddy” spying on his “daughter”. Sure enough, Otto had his rock–hard uncut cock in his hand through his unzipped pants as he peeked through a crack in the door. Right on cue, he stomped into the room to confront his masturbating “daughter”.

It only took a few moments for me to get to the part of the story where Otto stripped off his clothes and knelt between Louise's wide–open legs while stroking his rigid dick. I read the stilted banter in the story, pausing to give each of them a chance to repeat the words until it mostly came down to explicitly describing the ways they were each masturbating while they made up their own dialogue.

“Oh, Daddy, you have such a big fat cock,” Louise told him as Otto jerked off just inches from her pussy.

“You are a filthy cunt of a whore,” Otto replied, his strokes becoming faster, “and I'm going to spray your tits and skanky pussy with lots of my hot cum.”

“Yes, Daddy, yes. Cover me with that creamy hot cum,” Louise answered him, her fingers moving ever faster on her pulsing clit.

“Fuck your cunt with those fingers, bitch, the way I'm going to fuck you with my throbbing cock.”

“Hurry, Daddy, I'm getting so close now. Fuck your hand and cum on me, all over my slutty pussy.”

“Now, you fucking cunt, now!” Otto bellowed as a half–dozen spurts of his creamy cum splattered Louise from her chin to her fingers still in her cunt.

'Fuck...oh fuck...me too...Daddy,” Louise screamed, surprising me by shooting a stream of her pussy juices onto Otto's belly, cock and balls.

Otto collapsed on top of her and they lay in silence breathing raggedly for a few moments. I was so aroused by that up–close–and–personal display, it was all I could do to keep my hands out of my jeans and my own throbbing pussy.

“So, what do you think?” Otto asked after a few minutes, climbing off the bed and stepping in front of me with the last drop of his cum stretching to the floor from the tip of his deflated dick.

“That was pretty fucking hot,” I told them, seeing Louise smile in the corner of my eye with that use of language, “I think I'm up for at least one more session so I can see your hard cock disappear into her hot wet cunt.”

“And don't forget seeing his cum dripping out of my cunt after he fucks me,” Louise giggled, moving next to Otto to take his soft dick in her hand, “or maybe you'd prefer seeing his warm sperm leaking out of the corners of my mouth while I gag and sputter with the head of his dick punching out the side of my throat.”

“Fuck, you keep talking like that and I'll have to finger fuck myself,” I moaned, squirming in my seat and feeling the crotch of my jeans getting even wetter.

“You're more than welcome to do so at any time,” Louise laughed as she donned a sheer robe that didn't conceal a thing, “but that's not a requirement nor is letting us watch when you do. Shall we say 10:00 next Saturday morning?”

With that, Louise led me back to the front door. As she opened it, I could see the driver holding the rear door of the limousine open for me and seemingly not paying the slightest attention to his practically naked employer.

“I bet it will be more than once tonight,” Louise whispered in my ear before breaking off the tight hug and handing me another envelope, “and every day for the rest of the week until next Saturday too...a lot more than once.”

After I climbed into the limousine, I sat back with my eyes closed, running back in my mind all that happened. I was still somewhat in shock about what they wanted and then did with me present.

One thing was for sure, I was wearing a skirt or dress for any future session so I could reach my own pussy a lot easier than unzipping and pulling down my jeans.

•••••

Epilogue

“Good morning, Miss,” William said as I climbed into the limousine with my short skirt riding up my hips enough he undoubtedly saw my bare ass with no panties just the way I intended again.

“You know, William, after more than six months of picking me up every Saturday morning and staring at my bare ass and pussy every time for the last three months, you can call me Bernice instead of Miss,” I told him for probably the tenth time recently.

“It wouldn't be proper, Miss,” he replied in the same way as every other time, “given the differences in our...um...situations.”

I just shook my head and settled back in the comfortable seat with the hem of my short skirt pulled up near my waist and my legs spread wide enough to give William his usual unobstructed view of the unkempt flaming red hair above and around my pussy.

“Is everything set up like we discussed for this weekend, William?” I asked as I slowly dragged a fingertip through my moist slit and sucked it into my mouth.

I smiled when I saw his eyes in the rearview mirror, noting the hunger I knew he would never express or satisfy. I just had to tease him a little more by sliding two fingers into my cunt entry then slowly licking each of them clean with the tip of my tongue after deciding there wasn't enough time for even a quickie orgasm before we got to the house. He would have just driven around and watched me get myself off in the rearview mirror if I asked as we did from time to time when I couldn't wait to get home after a particularly arousing session, but I didn't want to be late, especially this particular morning.

“Yes, Miss,” he responded with the hitch in his voice that told me his cock was hard and aching. “It was more difficult than I originally thought but I managed to find three well–trained male chocolate Labrador Retrievers, one for each of you.”

“Do Louise and Otto know about them yet?” I asked, adjusting my short skirt as we pulled into the driveway.

“No, Miss. I brought them in early this morning and the trainer is waiting with them in the guest house. He insists on being present, for safety reasons he claims,” William replied, a tiny wet spot above the bulge in his pants obvious when he opened the car door for me.

“Yeah, right, but probably for the best. I'll text you when we are ready for you to bring them in,” I told him as I walked toward the house, “and, William, both you and the trainer are free to do whatever you want with both of them as long as their blindfolds are still on. Just make sure not to speak so they don't recognize your voice.”

“Thank you, Miss,” I heard him murmur, knowing he would undoubtedly jerk off in the limousine waiting for my text while envisioning what was to come.

I entered the house to find Otto and Louise waiting for me naked and kneeling on the travertine floor in the foyer as has been the case for the past three months. I felt the familiar twitch deep in my cunt seeing Otto's six–inch–long uncut cock sticking straight out from his body and the tiny puddle of pussy juices forming between Louise's knees. I gave both of them a tender kiss on their lips as I helped them to their feet and walked toward the master bedroom suite.

“How many times did he cum in you this morning?” I asked Louise as we walked to the master bedroom/

“Twice so far,” she answered instantly, “once in my ass and then in my mouth.”

“And did you make her cum too, Otto?”

“Oh, most certainly, twice in fact,” he beamed with a drop of precum trickling to the floor as we walked, Once while I fucked her cunt and again when I rimmed and tongued her asshole while she played with her clit.”

“I have a surprise for both of you today, something truly unique and much more depraved than anything else we've done together so far,” I told them as I directed them to get on their hands and knees on the thick carpet in front of me and I sat on one of the plush chairs with my knees spread wide, my already moist pink pussy slit glistening in the morning light for both of them to see.

“Now, Louise, where did you put those wrist restraints, ball gags and blindfolds....?”

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