登入Helen I woke to the sound of rain against the windows and the soft gray light of a cloudy morning. My body felt heavy and warm under the covers. The memory of the night before lingered in my muscles and between my thighs. I had touched myself thinking about Trevor and the release had only taken the edge off for a little while. The ache returned the moment I opened my eyes. I lay still for several minutes listening to the rain and trying to steady my breathing before I finally got up.I showered quickly and dressed in a pair of soft black shorts and a pale pink tank top. The fabric was thin enough that I could already feel the cool air from the vent against my skin. Downstairs the kitchen was quiet. I started the coffee and began making oatmeal for the kids. The simple motions helped calm the restless energy under my skin. I was stirring the pot when I heard Trevor’s footsteps on the stairs.He walked in wearing a dark t-shirt and gray sweatpants. His hair was still damp and the scent
HelenI woke before the kids for the first time since arriving. The house was still quiet and the early light filtered through the curtains of my room. My body felt warm under the sheets and the soft ache between my legs reminded me of the restless night I had spent thinking about Trevor. I sat up slowly and pressed my thighs together. The pressure only made the need sharper. I forced myself out of bed and into the shower. The cool water helped a little but not enough. By the time I dressed in a clean pair of shorts and a soft gray tank top my pulse was already a little too high for so early in the morning.Downstairs the kitchen was empty. I started the coffee and began pulling out ingredients for breakfast. The simple routine calmed me. I was cracking eggs into a bowl when I heard footsteps on the stairs. Trevor appeared in the doorway wearing only a pair of dark sweatpants. His chest was bare and still slightly damp from a shower. Broad shoulders. Solid muscle. A light trail of da
HelenI woke to the sound of small feet running down the hallway and the high voice of Emma calling for her dad. For a moment I forgot where I was. Then the soft mattress and the unfamiliar ceiling reminded me. I was in Trevor Martin’s house. I was the new live-in nanny. The memory of the night before rushed back at once. The way he had looked at me in the kitchen. The low sound of his voice when he corrected me to call him Trevor. The restless ache that had kept me half awake for a long time after I turned off the light.I sat up and rubbed my eyes. My sleep shirt had twisted during the night and the soft fabric clung to my breasts. I could feel that my nipples were already tight. I told myself it was just the cool air from the vent. I pulled on a pair of cotton shorts and a slightly thicker tank top before opening my door.Emma and Noah were already in the kitchen. Trevor stood at the stove in a dark t-shirt and gray sweatpants. His hair was still messy from sleep and the sight of h
HelenI stood on the wide front porch of the big modern house with my suitcase handle clutched tightly in one hand and my duffel bag hanging from the other. The late afternoon sun was still warm on my shoulders. I had checked the address three times on my phone before walking up the stone path. This was it. My first real live-in nanny job. The pay was good enough to cover most of my remaining tuition and the room and board meant I would not have to keep splitting a tiny apartment with two other girls. Still, my stomach felt tight with nerves.I rang the doorbell and waited. Inside I could hear the high voices of children and the deeper sound of a man’s voice telling them to settle down. A few seconds later the door opened.Trevor Martin stood there looking exactly like the photo from the agency profile only better. He was tall, at least six-two, with broad shoulders that filled out a soft gray button-down shirt. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows showing strong, veined forearms.
MARIA.Sunday evening arrived too quickly. The house still carried the scent of sex and sweat from the weekend. Tristan had left a few hours earlier, but the memory of his body, his voice calling me Mommy, and the way he filled me over and over lingered in every ache between my legs. I took a long shower, letting the hot water run over my sore muscles. My kittie was tender but still throbbed with leftover need. Cum from our last round had dried on my thighs. I washed slowly, touching myself gently as I remembered his thick cock stretching me.I put on a simple robe and went downstairs. Nia was due home any minute. I started dinner to keep my hands busy. My mind kept drifting back to Tristan. To the way he fucked me. To the way he called me Mommy while he pumped load after load into my womb. I was still thinking about it when I heard the front door open.Nia walked in first. Tristan followed right behind her. They were laughing about something from the trip. Nia hugged me quickly. “Hey
MARIA.Sunday morning sunlight filtered softly through the curtains. I woke up first. Tristan was still asleep beside me. His arm rested heavy across my waist. His body was warm against my back. I could feel his soft cock nestled between my ass cheeks. I shifted slowly. Pressed back against him. He stirred and pulled me closer. His lips found my neck. He kissed me there. Soft at first. Then with more pressure. His hand moved up to cup one of my heavy breasts. He squeezed gently. My nipple hardened immediately under his palm.I turned in his arms. We faced each other. Our eyes met. No words at first. We were just looking. I felt a deep pull in my belly. A warm ache between my legs. I leaned in and kissed him. Our lips moved together slowly. His tongue traced my bottom lip. I opened for him. The kiss deepened. Tongues sliding. Wet and warm. I moaned softly into his mouth. My hand moved down his chest. Over his stomach. I wrapped my fingers around his cock. It was already starting to har
LANAThe words left my mouth and I wanted to take them back immediately, but it was too late. “Please fuck my greedy pussy… Daddy.” My voice sounded small and desperate in the quiet study. Shame burned through my whole body, but my pussy was throbbing so hard I could feel my heartbeat between my le
LANA Morning light came through the curtains and hit me straight in the face. I lay there for a long minute before I dragged myself out of bed, legs still a little shaky from last night. My pussy felt tender when I walked. Every step reminded me of Dominic’s thick fingers stretching me open, the w
LANAThe door clicked open and I spun around so fast my head spun. Dominic stood there, fully dressed now in that same black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, but it didn’t make him any less dangerous. His eyes burned into me, heavy and sure, like he already knew exactly what my body was doing under the
LANAI stared out the cab window as the Miami streets blurred past. The air conditioning was barely working, and my thighs stuck to the fake leather seat. I’d just landed from my dad’s place up north, and this was the start of another summer with Mom. Same routine every year since the divorce. I li







