Date: Fri, 26 Jun 2015 20:42:20 +0100
From: Sam Bam <mansambambam@gmail.com>
Subject: Au Pair Summer

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The summer after my first year at uni I decided I needed a live in job. I'd
never liked my stepdad and I hated the small town I grew up in so living at
home again was not an option. I looked at hotels, holiday clubs, pubs,
farms, everything but no one was hiring, I was too late applying for most
places.

A girl on my course told me she was being an au pair for the summer in
France, she'd done it before and I should try looking locally as people
need cheap childcare for the school holidays and families with boys like
sporty guys to keep them entertained.

She was right. I easily secured a position taking care of 3 boys, in a
leafy suburb to the south of my city. The house was huge and I had a nice
granny flat to live in with my own facilities, gym membership, bus pass and
£100 a week. Not exactly megabucks but with food, rent and travel
covered I'd easily get by.

As soon as exams were over I moved in. The mum Jackie was really welcoming,
delighted I could start immediately and take over the normal school run for
the last few weeks of term. She had interviewed me but I was yet to meet
the husband.

On my first day he walked into the kitchen as I was handing the kids their
lunches. He was so hot. A real hot daddy. Late 40s maybe, still had a good
head of dark wavy hair, grey at the temples. He must have been a little
over 6 foot. He was wearing a tracksuit and looked to be in amazing
shape. I recognized him as a former footballer, now in charge of the youth
program at one of the big clubs.  I stood in the kitchen like a goldfish
gawping at him for a good 2 minutes.

I didn't see Graham, the dad for a few days. Away at a tournament Jackie
said. I soon put him out of my mind. He was married with three kids and my
boss for Christ sakes.

The next week he was back and I often did the daily handover to him. I soon
found my voice, he was a nice guy, a bit aloof but normal enough. If I was
in the garden with the kids when he got back he'd join in our games. It was
at those times I allowed myself to dream a little. He was so hot running
round with the kids and treated me like a normal bloke not like staff. But
still there was an air of authority about him.

In the kitchen talking to Jackie about the boys day Graham came in and
joined the conversation, I swear he ran his hand over my arse as he was
talking to me. The next day the same. I couldn't help but beat off all
night over it, imagining his hands all over me.

On Friday I'd been asked to babysit while they went out. I went into the
main house 15minutes or so before they had to leave. The boys were already
asleep or at least in their rooms. Jackie was upstairs getting ready and
Graham was on the sofa watching tv. He patted the spot next to him and I
sat down.

I was stiff as could be sitting next to him and tried to adjust. He ran his
hand down my back and I sighed.

"Suck me off. I know you want it, I've seen you looking." Graham said
pushing me down to his crotch with one hand as he unzipped with the other.

His cock was stunning. I'm pretty small so always admire thick meat and it
was thick, maybe 7 inches or so, I couldn't see the base, beautifully
veined and uncut.

I licked my lips and got to work, I just couldn't pass the chance up. I was
terrified we would get caught but my lust was too strong to stop.

I licked at the veins on his shaft. Wanting to savour every taste.

"Come on boy, I don't have all night." Graham says irritably.

I take what I can in my mouth and begin to suck on it, he's holding my head
down and murmuring a lot of encouragement. His dirty talk drives me wild. I
take as much as I can deep in my throat holding him there. He rubs my back
and calls me a good boy. I'm thrilled.

I resume sucking, he tastes amazing, he's freshly showered but there is
still a manliness to his scent. I devour him. I'm lost in my cocksucking
world. His stops pushing my head, and moves to my arse, spanking me a
couple of times. Groaning as he does so.

Oh how I would love a proper spanking from my hot daddy boss. My cock is
leaking endlessly at the thought. His timing is perfect, as soon as we hear
his wife's footsteps on the stairs he shoots his load into my mouth. In the
seconds it takes Jackie to make it into the room he pushes me away, zips
himself up and chucks a cushion in my lap to hide my erection.

"Ready to go dear." Graham asks Jackie as if nothing has happened.

They go out and I lie down on the sofa for a few minutes, feeling light
headed. I resist the urge to beat off straight away, I don't want one of
the kids catching me.

I gather my thoughts, not sure if it really happened or if it was a
daydream. I can still taste his cum, I know it was real. Fuck.

Over the next two weeks Graham continues to rub or pat my arse casually. I
start wearing tighter shorts or jeans on the days I know he'll be doing
handover. I'm sure his hand is twitching when he looks at me sometimes.

On Friday I'm going through the weekly grocery order with Jackie, she's
going away for work for a few days and is worrying. I'm leaning against the
counter and I guess my bum is sticking out. Graham walks in and I'm
instantly on edge. He leans next to me looking and the list and pushes his
hand straight down the back of my shorts, he slowly fondles each cheek
before withdrawing his hand and giving me a firm spank.

I bite my lip to prevent me yelping. I don't dare look at him. He is
talking away to Jackie making suggestions and it is as if I'm not there and
nothing has happened.

"My Brother is going to have the boys for the week as I've some matches and
Jackie is away."  Graham says.

"So you'd like me to take some days off?" I say.

"Oh could you stay here, I hate the house being empty. Maybe do some
cooking and sort out the kids clothes." Jackie says.

"Sure of course. Leave me a list." I say and head back to my room.

Just me and Graham. Oh boy.

I head into the city for the weekend and go drinking with some friends. I'm
hit on a fair bit but no one compares to my hot boss. I sleep on my
friend's sofa and we hang out all day Sunday too, drinking watching
sport. I'm pretty drunk by the time I get back to the house and likely
scruffy and smelly.

As I walk up the driveway Graham is driving out. He stops the car and opens
the window.  "You're a fucking state. We'll talk about this tomorrow
night. It's time you had a performance review.  You best be in when I get
home." Graham says with a voice of steel.

Oh boy.

Monday I potter about the house and garden working through the list of
chores.

In the afternoon I take time to shave everything, just in case. I'm so
horny waiting for Graham to come home. Since I sucked him off he hasn't
asked for anything else just feels my bum whenever he can. I want him so
much.

I'm in the main house watching TV waiting when Graham gets back.

He pings a jockstrap at me and tells me to get changed. It's a Timoteo, a
bright blue colour he definitely bought it for me; it is not something he
picked up at work.

I put it on. My little dick is upright. I look back and I think my ass
looks good. I fold up my clothes and sit back down waiting.

He's changed into jeans and is bare chested when he comes back in.  "Stand
up." Graham orders.

I do. He motions for me to move into the middle of the room and walks
around me taking in every inch of me.

"I was gone five minutes and you've already made a mess." Graham says
indicating the wet patch I've made.

I hang my head. Shamed, excited.

"Hands on your head, move your legs further apart and stick is out a
little." Graham begins.  I tremble with every word, trying to get
everything right.

"Very good. Bend a little more, that's is legs wider." Graham's orders
continue.

I should feel like a piece of meat but I feel like the most special boy in
the world.

"Bend right over and spread those cheeks." Graham continues.

All the time he has just been walking in circles round me not touching me
at all.

"Very good. Stand up. So far you have been an excellent employee. You have
spent a little more time than you should have checking me out and you have
been flaunting that ass of yours trying to tempt me in front of my wife. I
was going to let that bad behaviour slide as the rest of your work was
good." Graham says to me in a gentle but firm tone.

My ass twitches involuntarily, anticipating what may come. I have wanted to
explore this side of myself for so long but have never dared voice it. I
love that Graham knows what I need. He knows I'll do anything for him
too. I know he knows.

"On Sunday you returned to the house looking like a tramp and smelling like
one. What if we had had friends or family visiting? What would they have
thought of us hiring a tramp to look after the boys? We would have been
humiliated. You must think about how you look, how you present yourself is
a reflection on me." Graham says his tone still soft but so frightening.

"I'm so sorry. It will not happen again Sir." I say softly, scared of doing
the wrong thing.

"I should think so. But that is three strikes so you need disciplining."
Graham says finally touching me, running his fingers down one cheek, then
gripping it hard.

"Yes Sir." I say.

"Stand facing the wall. Closer. Come on boy, toes to the wall." Graham
orders.

I shuffle close to the wall.

"Put your fingertips on the wall." Graham says.

Confused I comply.

Graham lifts each of my fingers in turn and places a coin between them and
the wall. When all ten fingers are done he spreads my fingers so they are
far enough apart to be a little uncomfortable.

He runs his hands gently over my back and my arse.

"You need to work out more often boy. We include a gym membership in your
benefits. I expect you to use it." Graham whispers so, so quietly in my
ear.

"Lean your head forward." Graham says.

He places a ping pong ball between my nose and the wall.

"Stay like that boy. Focus. Focus on what you have done and what I need you
to do. If any of the objects drop I will be very disappointed. Focus."
Graham says.

It is so hard to focus when my dick is straining and leaking. For once I'm
glad it's small so it doesn't stop me from staying close to the wall.

The time ticks by and it becomes easier and easier to focus on Graham. I
cannot disappoint him again. I must stop tempting him. I must take better
care of myself and be an asset to him.

Tonight is not what I expected. It is so much more. I am so lucky.

My left hand begins to cramp and I squirm uncomfortably trying to focus,
trying to ignore this discomfort. I don't know where Graham is, if he
stayed in the room or left.

Oh hell my nose is itching. Please don't need to sneeze. Focus, focus on
pleasing Graham. If I do this he'll like me more. It will prove I am better
than my mistakes.

Focus, focus.

It's so hard and I'm so close to giving up, my hand aches my nose is
uncomfortable and sweating.  Shit my fingers are getting sweaty
too. Focus. Breathe.

Just when I think I'm going to drop everything with a clatter Graham
approaches and removes the ball and each coin in turn, slowly, not letting
me relax yet.

When the last coin is taken he pulls me away from the wall into his
arms. He rubs my upper arms and kisses the top of my head.

"Good boy. Very good boy." Graham says, all the time he's rubbing me,
holding me, reassuring me.

His massaging of my arms is expert. He's making me feel great and I start
to breathe more regularly.

"You are a very good boy. I'm happy that you won't lose focus that your
image and actions reflect on me." Graham says.

"I will always remember Sir. I won't let you down again." I say.

"On your knees for your reward." Graham says as he unzips his fly.

I grin and kneel before him hungry for his magnificent cock.

"Take your time tonight boy." Graham says.

I do as he suggests, licking and tasting all of him, making his length
shiny with my spit, tracing every vein with my tongue. Sucking on each ball
in turn. Before taking what I can into my mouth.

"Good boy, good boy." Graham says as he gives my head some guidance.

His is the biggest, tastiest cock I have encountered. I'm sad that this is
only the second time I've been allowed to take it in my mouth. I shoot my
load almost unaware as he pushes my head to take him deeper. When he
finishes I lick every drop.

"Tomorrow I leave at 7 I expect my breakfast and coffee on the table in
good time. I will be back at 6.30 and expect dinner to be ready. If my
plans change I will call." Graham says once he's tucked away.

"Yes Sir."

"Tomorrow we will work on your problem with flaunting yourself."