Cum to me Dear Nanny (I)

Cassie's POV

"That's it baby girl, fuck, you're doing so well...."

"Go on, go harder" my ex employer's deep voice fills my imagination, encouraging me to go harder on myself- to fuck my pussy with my own fingers till my legs go numb.

"Oh God...Vincent" I moans as I throw my head back, moving my fingers over my panties covered clit- teasing myself.

I am too horny to bother about my current state of unemployment, instead of worrying- I am here, imagining my ex-employer's deep moans in my ear and the slick sound of his hand wrapped around his cock.

Imagining how I will run my fingers up and down his cock and smear his precum all over it before leaning in to suck on him like an ice lolly. I moan at the image.

"Fuck"

His deep groans fills my imagination as I run one hand up to cup my breast and then run it back down to my spread thighs, I pull my panties to the side to give myself the good rub my wet cunt needs.

I moan as the glide of my fingers got easier, my pussy is getting wetter, with a small gasp I touch my clit, the little touch feels so good, wanting more- I make a circular motion on the swollen nub, throwing my head back as the sensation makes me heave.

I pull up my top to tease my nipple with my right hand, hearing my own breath quickening with the brush of my palm against the taunt and sensitive nipple.

"Oh God" I moan as I change my position, I need to feel like I am on my knees, riding his thick cock, I pump my finger in and out- but my fingers are too slim and feel even hungrier.

"Fuck Vincent more!" I cry out in frustration, regretting all the times I chickened out on buying a dildo.

I let my body fall forward, face down and ass up in the air the way I have always imagined he would fuck me. I don't want vanilla sex with him.

I want him to take me from behind with his strong hands around my neck, pressing me down. I want to feel his balls smack against my pussy. I want his wife to walk in on us and regret firing me.

My lustful daze is suddenly interrupted by a series of knocks on my door. I glare at the door angrily hoping the person will go away if I ignore them. Instead of getting the hint and going away, the knocks continues.

In frustration, I get out of bed and march half naked to the door, dressed only in my panties that are soaked through with my juice and pulled to the side, my fat pussy lip peeking through.

Underneath my crop top, my full breast bounces and my nipples are pushed tantalizingly against the top. I am too aroused to think of modesty.

I am prepared to yell at whoever the fuck it is that is interrupting my 'good' night. But the second I yank the door open, realization of making a big mistake dawns on me, I should have covered up first.

My ex employer is right at my door.

Vincent Colson is right here at my door. His eyes drop from my face and drift down further to my nipples showing through my shirt.

He looks further down to my exposed midriff and down to my panties, eyes glued to my soaking wet pussy lips shamelessly showing itself to the world.

My throat goes dry at the sight of him and, suddenly it felt like my body is going straight into ovulation. If I was hot and bothered before, I am now on fire from the way his eyes raked my body.

He is older but is inexplicably hot with his mussed up blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, he is dressed in his work suit but anyone could tell he is muscular underneath the fabrics.

"Miss Cassie, can I come in?" He asks with that exotic deep voice- his voice better than any pornographic materials.

It is the same voice I've heard many times moaning and groaning in pleasure from touching himself in the bathroom after fucking his wife. The same voice I was about to cum to just seconds ago before his arrival.

Stepping aside, I gesture to the bed for him to sit. My apartment is a studio apartment, what I can afford. My cheeks burn from embarrassment, first for having the big man in my small space and then for how scantily dressed I am.

"The kids told me Anna fired you" Vincent says and I have to focus on stopping myself from clenching my thighs.

God his voice, why did he have to be so attractive, wealthy and belong to that selfish woman?!.

"Yes sir" I responded, my voice coming out squeakier that I want it to.

"I apologize for that. Anna and I getting divorced and she has been doing a lot of things to get on my nerves" he says.

"It okay. I understand. Would you like me to offer you anything?" I ask him, "I can offer you something instead" he says and I tilt my head in confusion.

"I can see the way your pussy leaks at the sound of my voice Cassie" he say, chuckling lightly and reflectively I put my hand down to cover up.

"Don't be shy now Cassie. I know what you were doing just minutes ago. I heard you cry out for me" he says and my eyes widened.

I should be embarrassed.

I should say something to make him stop talking about me like that.

But no, my traitorous pussy throbbed and I let out a pitiful whine. Not denying that I want him so bad.

"And I know you stand outside the bathroom door waiting for me" he ads, making me blench. He knows all along that I have been listening in on him?!

"What's that look for? Now show me what you do when you're all alone after hearing my voice" he says, pointing at the bed.

Obediently and expectantly, I go over to the bed and sit on it. Vincent stands up and goes on the chair opposite my bed with a dirty smirk on his face.

God I want to kiss it off.

"Go ahead beautiful girl. Show me what you do all by yourself" he urges me on and I move up to the head board of my bed.

Settled comfortably, I opened my legs to show him the strong effect his presence has on me, the way my panties soaking wet.

"Fuck...baby, all for me?" He asks me and I nodded eagerly, so eager to please him. Eager to have him fuck me into oblivion.

"Now touch yourself for me. Show me how good you are" he orders.