The Fredrickson's home is huge! It is like the size of a grand palace back home! And it looks out over the bay. I am sure they are very, very rich. The children have an entire floor of the house devoted to their rooms, and I sleep in the cozy attic space above them. It is a very nice clean space and I am most happy there. There are three children in my care, Mary is the youngest, a darling child of three, Anna the middle, at eight years, a very bright child whom I adore. Thomas is the oldest. He is ten years old and quite a handful! I already spied him sneaking up the stairs to my room to peek while I put on my nightgown. The little rascal! There is no lock on the door to the stairwell, and my room is open at the top of the stairs with no screen or other protection from prying eyes. I'll need to be cautious around this boy!

Mr. Fredrickson also has two older children by his first wife, but they are adults and do not live in the house with us. He is older than Mrs. Fredrickson by many years, and is quite distinguished in his looks and manners. He has gray hair about the temples and flecks of the same color in his brown hair, and he always dresses so sharply! Fine tailored Italian suits are his favorite wear when he meets with others, although he dresses more casually when he is not working. He plays tennis and asked me if I play, and when I told him I do, he promised to take me to their clubhouse with him for a game. I do look forward to that! He had some men over for luncheon today and he invited me to dine with them. Mrs. Fredrickson was out and I felt like I was playing the lady of the house for these men! Mr. Fredrickson was very kind during the luncheon, asking me questions about my schooling and my friends at home. He wanted particularly to know how many boyfriends I have! That was such a very personal question that I began to wonder if he wished to set me up on a date with one of the younger men at the luncheon. I wouldn't mind, even though they all were much older than me, but in my opinion, none of them compare with Mr. Fredrickson. He is much handsomer and more gentlemanly. Oh and also he asked me to call him Henry. I keep forgetting!

I caught that rascal Thomas sneaking up the stairs again tonight! He was sitting just below where the steps curve around, watching through the slats in the railing. I don't know how long he was there or what he saw. He's very sneaky. Not that I really care, I think it's funny that he goes through all this effort just to get a little peek. Maybe next time, I'll let him see what he wants. Maybe that'll be enough for him and he'll knock it off.

After the ladies' brunch this morning, I took the kids to the beach. That was beautiful and a lot of fun. At the brunch, Mrs. Fredrickson told me that she didn't like the way I do my makeup, so when we got back from the beach, I went on the internet to find some makeup tips from Americans, so that I could look more respectable. It didn't help. Most of the tips seemed to be things that Mrs. Fredrickson would like even less. So I just tried my best.

At dinner, Mr. Fredrickson asked me why I had my shirt buttoned up to my collar again. He reminded me that family dinner at their household was not a formal affair. He then asked if I changed something else about my appearance. Maybe the way I wore my hair? I told him that my hair hadn't changed, but that I had heard that my makeup wasn't appropriate for a person in my position, and that I had done it differently. This he labeled "hogwash," and asked me who it was that told me such a thing. I looked to Mrs. Fredrickson for support, but she ignored her husband's question and only said that she liked the way that I looked now. Again Mr. Fredrickson declared this "hogwash" and told me to go back to my previous ways. Now I'm not sure what I should do. Which of the two should I obey, and which should I disobey? It's so very confusing!

Thankfully, Mr. and Mrs. Fredrickson are away in the morning for a trip overseas, and I will be alone with the children for three nights, with only the butler and the maid and the kitchen staff to look after us. I'm nervous about this, but it will be nice to not have to worry about the two of them for a while.

The Fredrickson's have left on their trip, leaving me here with their children by myself. Everything has gone well; everything except that rapscallion Thomas. As I suspected he might, he once again sneaked up the stairs to watch me change for bed, even though he knew that I had already drawn him a bath.

As I had planned, I pretended that I didn't know the boy was there, and gave quite a show this time! I faced in his direction as I unbuttoned my blouse and took it off, then pulled my pants down as well so that I stood before him in only my bra and panties. Then I unfastened my bra and freed my breasts. I spent a little time massaging them, because I thought he might enjoy watching this. Then I dropped my panties and was completely nude! I sat down on my bed, facing him, and spread my legs so that he could have a fine view of my pussy. Eventually I pulled on my nightgown and I heard the pitter-pat of his feet as he sneaked back down the stairs again.

I hope that this will satisfy his curiosity, and he will stop his inappropriate behavior now. But if not, then I think the embarrassment he suffered a few minutes later should be enough! Since it was his bath night, I waited a few minutes after he'd sneaked away, and then went down myself to make sure that he was in the bath. Unhappily, I found the tub still unused. Assuming that he'd forgotten his bath and gone straight to bed instead, I went quickly to his room and opened the door. There I saw him sitting on his bed, naked! With his little pecker in his hands, stroking away merrily! He was startled by my sudden appearance, and quickly covered himself, but not before I saw that his willy was quite stiff, standing up three or four inches from his body. Restraining my laughter as best I could, I told him that I expected him to be in the bath as soon as he was done. His face was bright red, but he agreed, and I left him alone again.

I must admit to feeling a little prideful that my striptease from earlier in the evening had proved such an inspiration for him!

Today was mostly dull, and I have little to report except for the events that took place just an hour ago when I went downstairs to see if Thomas might be doing the same thing tonight that I had caught him doing the night before. I knocked on his door and asked if I might come in. He agreed, and I found him already in his cute Spiderman pajamas, with the bedcovers pulled up to his chest. I sat on the bed at his feet and asked him what he was doing this evening. He said he was reading, and I did see a book laying nearby on the bed. I suppose I was a bit disappointed that he wasn't thinking his naughty thoughts of me, so I asked him why he hadn't sneaked up the stairs tonight to watch me undress, as he had done most every night since I arrived.

This question made him very flustered and red-faced. When I told him that if he had, I would have let him look again, he could only gulp with embarrassment and nervousness. I sat up very straight on his bed, hoping to accentuate my bosom beneath my nightgown, and told him that if he'd like, I would let him look again right now. It was quite adorable, how he gave a little nod. But then I added that if I do let him look, I must insist that he do again what I'd caught him doing the night before. He stammered something in reply, but before he could finish, I'd already pulled my nightgown off. He just sat there staring at my naked boobs. I pulled the bedsheets off of him and told him that I wanted to watch him stroke himself, and in a state of mesmeration, he pulled his pajama pants down.

His little pecker is so cute! It's completely bald. He doesn't have any pubic hair at all. And he has two little balls that are held tight against his body in a very small, pink, and wrinkly sack. And he was already so stiff! His cock was standing up straight into the air! He wrapped his hands around his boner and started stroking and continued staring at my chest. I gave him quite a show! Cupping my hands under my breasts and holding them up, then pinching my big brown nipples. When the boy started moving his hips in rhythm with his hands and breathing harder, I climbed between his legs and told him that I wanted to stroke him myself. So I took his skinny little boner in my hands and started rubbing. He begun squirming almost immediately, and I dropped one hand down and pulled on his little balls while I gripped his cock tight, with my fist thumping up and down. I started whispering little things to him, about how I wanted to watch him cum, and soon he was lifting his hips in the air, pumping them in rhythm with my hands, and he let out a cute little groan and suddenly a bit of fluid shot out from his hole. It landed about half-way up his belly. I kept stroking him and a second later another little shot squirted out, and then another, the last one barely more than a little dribble that made his tiny pink cockhead all wet. His cock continued to pulse in my hand as I held it, although no more liquid came out.

I leaned over him and gave him a kiss, right on the lips, and told him that I felt it was very manly for him to cum like this. Then I pulled my nightie back on and left his room.

All things considered, it was a nice way to end a boring day!

We were playing hide and seek, and Thomas and I hid together in the closet of Mr. Fredrickson's office. He was so nervous to be alone with me in the dark! I put his hands on my breasts and he squeezed them so enthusiastically! I pulled his head into my bosom and held it there for a moment, and reached down to his cock with my other hand. What do you suppose I discovered there? His pecker as stiff as a metal pole of course! What could I do, other than to sink down on my knees and free it from its confines, and once his pants and undies were at his ankles and his little boner right in my face... well, you know what a girl will do in such a case!

I've never had such a little dick in my mouth before. It was easy to fit the entire thing and I loved the way the soft sack of his pink balls felt against my chin. I sucked and bobbed, and in little time I had the poor boy squirming and groaning, and then spurting his little load of cum into my mouth. It was the easiest blowjob I've ever given! And his spunk tasted very sweet! A little salty, but not bitter like a grown-up's at all. I found myself wondering why I haven't been giving blowjobs to ten-year-old boys my entire life!

Oh what a day! Young Thomas couldn't keep his hands off of me! Nor his face from between my chocolate bosom!

He wanted only to get his needy hands on my bare breasts again, and while he fondled and squeezed and played, I took his pecker in my hands and stroked him. With the lights on in my room, it was easy to see the contrast between his pale cock and my brown hands, and the same between his hands and my breasts. When he leaned in and set his face between my bosom, it was nearly more than I could take. I got so wet! I had to leave his cock alone for a moment so I could squeeze my tits around his cheeks, then help him turn his face so that he could find a thick dark nipple-nub and begin to suckle. And oh, how he suckled, like a hungry baby at my breast! And how my heart raced at the feelings his sweet mouth sent shuddering through my body! I found myself as needful for him as he for me, and I helped one of his hands between my legs.

He certainly knew little about what he found down there, but I could hardly care. His finger pushed into me, and that was all I wanted. Wantonly, I threw myself onto my bed and pulled him down on top of me. The poor thing was very confused, although I'm sure he must have known what I wanted, it's just that he had no idea how to give it to me. But he is hardly the first I've bedded with, nor even the tenth, so I knew just what to do and helped him into his place and felt his little pecker slide into my cunt, already open and soaking wet. I immediately took him to his full length, but he hardly filled me at all. Once in, he simply lay on me, his face so very red! It was fun to see the contrasts of our bodies as they joined together, him smaller than me, and so very pale compared to my dark skin. But as much as I enjoyed the sight of us, and the feeling of his hardness inside my cunt, I wanted more. I wanted, I must confess to you, his cum.

But the boy had no idea how to proceed from here, and while I took ahold of his skinny hips and tried to show him how to fuck, he could not find a proper rhythm, either hardly moving at all or slipping out entirely. So I felt it necessary to take control, and I flipped him over onto his back and smothered his face between my ample chocolate tits and began rocking back and forth on his cock. It took no time at all for him to begin squirming underneath me and I felt the little pulses of his ejaculation as he filled me--well, at least, tried his best to fill me :)--with his minuscule shots of cum.

I cleaned his little cock afterwards with my tongue. It never got limp at all! So I sucked and stroked him once again and he lasted longer this time, but when he came, only a little dribble oozed out of his hole. But that was enough for me, a little treat, a little taste of his sweet-tasting boy-spunk.

Oh Diary! I think I will enjoy very much being an au pair for the Fredrickson this summer!

Where do I start? I haven't got any idea how to tell you what transpired this evening. My head is still abuzz with it!

After I put the youngsters to bed, Thomas came to visit me, of course, as he has for the last several nights. He and I were once again naked together on my bed, and he was on top of me. He's gotten a little better at this position, not slipping out as often and able to get it back in quickly when he does. The two of us were making enough noise that we did not hear the foot-falls of Mr. Fredrickson as he climbed the stairs. Imagine my horror when I saw him standing above us, watching his ten-year-old son gyrating on top of me!

He said my name quite loudly, and the boy's eyes went wide at the sound of his father's voice. He quickly slipped his little pecker out of me and jumped off the bed and pulled his pajama bottoms on. This had the unfortunate effect of leaving me completely naked on the bed with my legs wide open while Mr. Fredrickson stood looking down at me.

He asked what the devil was going on, of course, and I couldn't say anything. I couldn't even move, I was so terribly afraid! He said he came to discuss the matter of his children in his office, and now he finds this! His au pair fucking his son!

What could I do or say? I assumed that he would fire me straightaway, and send me home to France in embarrassment, if not to jail. Thomas stammered something about how it was not my fault, that he was the one that put me up to it. I thought that was a sweet lie on his part, and I suppose not entirely without some truth to it.

Mr. Fredrickson patted his boy on the shoulder, then turned to me and asked me what I thought he should do about the situation. I had no answer and simply lay there, naked, spread, and wet. He stepped forward to the bed and put his hand on my knee. Then he said some things that I hadn't expected to hear from him at that moment. He told me that I was a fine young woman, with a beautiful body. He complimented his son's taste and ability to attract a woman. He said that he did not wish to fire me. I eked out a meek thank you. He then told me to turn over and lift my ass into the air, and when I had done thus, and he brought the palm of his hand down on my buttocks, quite hard! He spanked me repeatedly while his son stood watching. Then he told young Thomas to do the same, and the boy slapped my ass with almost as much gusto as his father had. I was so humiliated! To be spanked by my employer, and by a ten-year-old boy! While his son spanked me, Mr. Fredrickson disrobed. Then he told his son to step aside, knelt behind me on the bed, and sunk his man-sized cock into my cunt.

Oh can you imagine how it felt for me? To have such a manly member driving in and out of me, after so much time spent with Thomas's little dick? I was pulled and stretched in ways I never imagined possible by Mr. Fredrickson's aggressive fucking. And the things he called me while he fucked me! I blush to remember them! He said I was a whore, a slut. He said that I was his little black fucktoy and he'd have me every day, whenever he wanted, and if I said no he would send me back to France on the first freighter leaving New York Harbor. When the stern, powerful man eventual orgasmed inside me, I felt it good. Oh goodness, I felt it good! He came so much more than his son! He left me drooling cum down my legs.

"There you go, Thomas," he said as he pulled his clothes back on. "She's yours for the rest of the night." He slapped me on the ass again. "I don't want to hear that you told my son to stop, or that you turned down anything he might ask you to do. Do you understand me, Josie?"

I could only tell him yes, of course.

Thomas did fuck me for quite some time afterwards, and what's more, he insisted more that once that I turn over with my ass in the air so that he could spank me. Alas!

Wow, what an adventure this summer has been! I'm exhausted! As the other au pairs in the Hamptons like to say, "You're overworked and underpaid, and you earn most of your money on your back with the man of the house on top of you." :)

Speaking of which... Mr. Fredrickson called me into his office one final time before I left for Paris. He had me get on my knees, then stood before me with his hands on his hips. I unfastened his pants and took his big thick pale cock into my mouth. While I bobbed and sucked and stroked, he petted my hair and called me all his favorite things, his mistress, his lover, his slut and his whore, and of course his favorite thing of all to call me: his little black fucktoy.

He stopped me before I made him cum, and had me stand and take off my shirt and bra. He held my breasts, squeezing and tweaking and fondling. I swear he likes to play with my titties almost as much as his son! Then he had me take my pants off and lean over his desk, and he spanked me. Hard. He likes to spank hard! :) And while he spanked me, I had to confess what a naughty girl I'd been all summer! How I let my employer fuck me whenever he wanted and cum inside me, and let his ten-year-old son fuck me too.

Once he'd reddened my ass enough for his prurient desires, he spread my cheeks and put the tip of his finger against my anus. He teased me with it for a moment, just rubbing gently, before he finally pushed it in. While he finger-fucked my ass, he told me that he liked my holes. And I told him that all my holes belong to him. It's a little game we like to play. :)

Then after he finished with my asshole, and slapped me a couple more times, he drove that wonderful cock of his into my pussy. Oh, Mr. Fredrickson is so powerful! He really knows how to take control and get exactly what he wants. And when he cums... well, I'm getting flustered and hot even now, writing about it! I've never had a man who makes me feel quite like he does.

When he was done, he had me sit on the chair in front of his desk, naked, with my legs spread open and his cum leaking out of me, while he sat down himself at his desk to work.

"Well, Josie," he said to me. "I must say, you are the finest au pair we've ever had."

"Thank you, sir."

"Did you enjoy the summer?"

"Yes I did, sir, very much. Your house is so beautiful and your children are wonderful."

"They are, aren't they? So you will come back, next summer, when your school term ends?"

"Yes, sir, definitely."

"And bring the baby with you?"

"Oh, yes, sir!" I patted my belly.

"If he's a boy, what will you name him?"

"Henry, of course, sir, after his father."

"You take good care of your health, for our child's sake, and I expect you to do well at your studies. I won't have my money being wasted on tuition for a girl who only wants to party."

"Yes, sir, I'll make you proud, I promise."

"I know you will, Josefine." His eyes lighted on my breasts for a moment. "You know, that child will be awfully damned lucky, getting to feed on those beautiful brown tits of yours."

"Thank you sir." I cupped my hands under them and lifted them for him.

"Now, go and find Thomas, I expect he will want to spend some time saying goodbye to you as well."

"Yes, sir." I stood and dressed. "And sir?"

"Yes?"

"I'll miss you."

He smiled at me and nodded, then dismissed me from his office one last time.

Young Thomas did indeed have many things he wished to do with me on our last night of the summer together. Mostly, he wanted to play with my tits. I swear, titty-play is his favorite thing about sex! Like father, like son, I suppose. And he likes it even more now that I'm with his father's child and my tits have grown full and warm. He squeezed and kissed and nursed for a half an hour at least, until my nipples were sore from the attention and his needs were finally satiated.

And then he fucked me, lying on top of me and riding me skillfully now. The boy is becoming a man! I swear that his cock has grown thicker and longer during the summer. Perhaps when I return after my school term is done, he will even have some hair? Maybe the next child I have will be his! His ejaculations have certainly increased in volume, although they are still quite small, especially compared to his father's. But still, remarkably, the boy stays hard after he cums, and so when he came inside me this time, he just kept going! He had multiple orgasms, although all except the first were dry. Eventually, the poor thing was exhausted, and he fell asleep on top of me with his cock still in my cunt.

Oh! I've got to run now! The limousine is waiting to take me to the airport! I will write more when I return after my school term is done, for another wonderful summer in the Hamptons. Goodbye!