Erotic Nanny Novels & Stories

She looked around the kitchen and then at me. "Oh." She smiled. "Sorry — I was just looking for somewhere quiet. Is it okay if I'm in here?" "Of course." I moved to the other side of the counter. She came in properly and sat on one of the bar stools, looking around with genuine curiosity. Her eyes moved over the kitchen and then settled back on me. "You're the nanny," she said. "Yes." "How old are you?" "Eighteen." She tilted her head slightly. Not unkind — more genuinely puzzled. "That's quite young to be doing this full time. Especially live-in." She looked at me carefully. "What made you choose this? You could be at university or — "

She proved it time and time again. Her ebony breasts bounced as she worked her cunt up and down my dick. She squeezed that hot twat around my dick. It was a fabulous delight. I loved coming here when my daughter was busy filming her next porno. My wife and son had no idea that Annie was my lover or that she made pornos. Or that I enjoyed the Sisters of Mercy. My wife would be horrified. My son disappointed.

No one… except for one name: Salvador. Her grandfather's closest friend, Don Augusto Salvador, had stepped in. A quiet but powerful man in the business world, respected and feared in equal measure. His offer was simple—too simple. “My grandson needs a wife. Your granddaughter needs saving. Let’s restore what was lost—for both our families.” And just like that, the terms were set. No dowry, no courtship, no love. Just a name for a name. A Narciso for a Salvador. Tymm had said no, of course. She cried. Screamed. Begged. Told her grandfather she couldn’t marry a stranger—especially not Harrison Salvador.

And I sure as hell didn’t want her to hear me talking about her breasts. Or the fact that I had been leering at them. She would think I was a pervert and run away. “Are you fucking kidding me?” Camille hissed. “You ARE fucking the nanny!” “No, I’m not! Eileen isn’t like that. She is sweet and smart, and she'd never just have a fling with someone.” Camille rolled her eyes. “Well, there has to be something wrong with her. She is letting someone else’s baby ruin her body. Does she love money that much?”

When she was done mentioning all the certificates she'd acquired in life, she moved close to Darcy, acting like she was adjusting her blouse to show more of her chest. Shameless. What is she thinking? Seducing Darcy to help her get the nanny job? Was this really how they thought they could become a child’s nanny? by seducing her father like cheap mistresses? Yuck! Darcy didn’t react. His face didn’t even twitch. He just looked away, unimpressed. Then came the second woman. She smiled confidently, applying a quick layer of lip gloss before speaking. “Childcare runs in my family. My mother was the nanny for the president’s children,” she bragged, biting her lip.

She asked, raising an eyebrow. Damian thought about it. Who did he want? If it came to protecting his sister’s son, he wanted the nanny to be the best at everything. He wanted the best nanny. He wanted her to be exceptional because she would be Blake’s new nanny. While Damian thought about who he wanted to have for a nanny, he looked at the candidates' information papers and set eyes with a red head with jade-like green eyes. He stared at the picture and the girl. She had a great smile, but behind a smile can be masks. He liked her already. He saw how great of an asset she would be when it came to the “No emotion” company rule.

I'm still adjusting to her sudden presence and bubbly personality when a quiet knock on the door introduces me to her twin brother, Ethan. He remains standing by the door with a teddy in his hand observing me with curious honey brown eyes so I say, “You must be Ethan. It's nice to meet you! Come over and sit besides me.” “It's nice to meet you too,” he says quietly as he walks to the bed and climbs onto it. His cute manners makes me smile widely. “And Emile,” I make sure to not say Emily, “I'm doing fine, thanks for asking. I'm Nova and yes, I am the new nanny. I'm here to take care of both of you and help Mrs Jenkins find her glasses.”

she said, “am Mr. Steve Blair,” Steve said, “How may I help you?“ she asked, “I need a nanny for my kids, I lost their mom recently, and I can't trust my kids in the hands of a housekeeper” he explained, please can you get me a nanny urgently?“ Steve asked, “Can you please come to my office for the formalities?“ Mrs. Brandon asked, “yes, when and where?“ Steve asked, “Today, before sunset” she retorted,

I noticed a beauty scar on her face. "You are so beautiful.", I blurted but this time I wasn't embarrassed. She was beautiful and I had to say this. She looked alerted at my words but soon calmed down "So are you.", she smiled politely."You seem new here. I'm Sienna Tara." Her name was as beautiful as her. Tara means star. Woah! Her ancestors seem to be quite amazing to me. "Arielle Summers.", I introduced myself. "Enna Ari is my new nanny and she's the best of all.", Kia butted in. I looked beside me only to witness Mr Carter looking at Sienna."Let's start the game now."

He couldn't even cherish the memory of his dead wife he had been so eager to kiss her. "Natalie?" His husky voice would have made a normal woman weak to her knees but she was not other women. She's seen and had her fair share of handsome men and knew they were nothing but trouble. Her late mom was evidence of that. "I may be working as your child's nanny, that doesn't mean I'm your sex slave!" She glared at him, venom dripping from her words. He looked momentarily taken aback, his perfect lips hanging open in surprise. Ooh, guess no one ever rejected you before, Dante, her mind snickered.