Erotic Nanny Novels & Stories

Thank you ‘Porta il bambino da me’ [Bring the child to me] Don Giovanni commanded and his men obeyed instantly, dragging the helpless Nanny and her little charge from the room they had been locked in since the coup three days ago. Marcia, the Nanny, was terrified, she was just nineteen and had been appointed Nanny to the child a month ago. Straight out of college, she had not been able to conceal her joy at landing such a prestigious position with her first application. Her friends had been so jealous when she told them of the handsome rich Italian who had hired her. His wife had died and he needed someone to care for his five-year-old daughter, the salary was amazing and she got to live in

She could feel that word in her bones just by his existence. Ollie cut the staring and brought her eyes down to her dress and cleared her throat. She righted herself and slipped her hands off the post. She pushed a smile on her face, lifted her head and stepped up. She hoped she didn't look as pathetic as she felt. She hoped she didn't look as scared as she felt. They were werewolves, not animals. They wouldn't eat her for dinner any time soon. "Good Morning Mr Bridge," She forced out of lips and pushed her hand out to the man, " I'm Ollie Clan, the nanny,"

The cold air hit my skin, making me shiver, Then, my door clicks open. Nana had entered my room. Nana is my nanny and has been trusted by my mother to keep the house running. "Nana," I whispered, my voice high and thin. "Please help me find my shorts. I can't find them." I looked at her with wide, innocent eyes, waiting for her gentle reprimand or her helpful hand. But she didn't look at my face. She didn't look at my eyes. Her gaze dropped, sliding down my small frame with a slow, deliberate hunger that made my skin crawl. She stood there, frozen, her eyes locked onto my penis.

“To talk. Can I come in?” I looked at Clara. She shrugged. I unlocked the door. Adrian entered, and I noticed immediately he looked different. Resolved. Like he’d made a decision. “I’ve hired a nanny,” he said without preamble. “What?” “A nanny. For Ethan. She’s highly qualified. Excellent references. She starts tomorrow.” “I don’t need a nanny. I’m his mother—” “You need help. Whether you admit it or not. And I’m providing it.” His tone was firm. Final. “Her name is Mrs. Patricia Harmon. She comes from one of the best agencies in New York. She’ll handle night feedings, diaper changes, anything you need.”

His deep voice boomed across the passageway. "No," Cynthia shook her head. "it's about the woman you hired as a nanny." My eyes perked up, Malachi raised his brow then softened his gaze as he turned and crouched before to Lila. "Piccolina, do you mind stepping into your room for a moment?" "Of course daddy!" She squealed then ran past us to her room. Malachi rose up, regarding Cynthia with that his hard stare. "I believe this woman is unfit and unstable to look after your daughter." I gasped at her words, my eyes widened but she just continued. "because I do not know why a nanny would drop a four year old on a counter table bigger than her."

It was her first time meeting Nathan, the sole heir of the Hermawan business empire. With hesitant steps, Yani entered the spacious room with its modern-classic design. The cold air from the air conditioner only heightened her tension. Ahead of her, Nathan sat with a flat expression. “Sit,” Nathan ordered. Yani complied. Her hands trembled slightly. “Are you currently breastfeeding?” Nathan went straight to the point. “Yes, sir…” she answered nervously. Dark thoughts crossed her mind. Was this some sort of excuse for the company to cut staff? “How old is your baby?”

“I know, I know….having a Master’s and ending up waiting tables? That’s a tough pill to swallow. But hear me out. What if you try this nanny job instead?” “Nanny?” Elena echoed, clearly uninterested. “Yeah,” Sienna replied, her tone brighter. “It’s only for a month. You can do it while still job hunting. Keeps you active and sane.” Elena stared into the distance. “I’ll think about it,” she replied flatly. “Please do,” Sienna said, grabbing a handful of popcorn. “’Cause the pay is good.” Elena’s head turned so fast it was like her battery just got recharged. “How good are we talking?”

“Well, that's cool, but I am not calling as your boss, but as your friend, I really need your advice on something.” “I give the best advice, so shoot”. I narrated the incident between Katherine and me and how Lily was on my neck, too. “Wow, that's a lot you've got going, friend. It's easy: call the sexy stranger-turned-nanny and ask her to come back. Because you know how Lily gets if she doesn't get what she wants, and if you're lucky, maybe you'll get a double package thingy.” “What's that?” I asked “Like a promo, you hire the nanny, and if luck is on your side, you get to bang her hot ass too, convenient arrangement.” Anold said with his signature smirk.

The two kissed each other in front of the boy while the boy was silently watching them. “Nanny,” The boy called. The woman is his nanny and I guess the man is the nanny’s boyfriend. “You want a nanny to do that to you?” The nanny sexually asked while pointing at the porn that they are watching. “I want milk” The boy innocently said “Oh yes, honey, I will let your milk come out,” The nanny said in a very horny voice while touching the boy. The man beside the nanny is watching too and touching him. Suddenly I laughed. “Please, don’t nanny because it hurts” The boy begged but his nanny didn’t listen to him. The man touched him too and that made the boy cry but instead of listening to the boy an

I tried to get on the chair then suddenly, a lady appeared and helped me up. "You shouldn't be on your own sir." She stated. "Who are you?" I asked. "I know." She responded. She started playing with her hair. " My name is Martha. I was assigned as your nanny to you due to your... condition." Her voice trailed off. " I see." I reasoned. "But don't worry..." She began. She walked slowly but calmly to my back. Then she moved some of her hair behind her right ear. I could feel her breath close to my neck.