Nanny Sex Story Novels & Stories

DOMINIC POV: That nagging voice at the back of my mind was right. There were rules of business that you couldn’t ignore: Never sleep with someone you work with. Especially if that person was the only one keeping your infant son alive. I opened the bathroom door for a quick view before leading her into the adjoining room. A few of my things were still inside. “I had a nanny who stayed in here. She couldn’t handle Harry’s constant crying and quit. So, I was going to look for someone new after I had figured out what food he could keep down. Now, this room will be yours.”

She said warmly with a cute smile. "The pleasure is mine.." I replied courteously as I pulled my chair back to sit, facing Abigail at the opposite end of the table. "This this... I don't want this" my kid sis mumbled as she playfully tapped her egg with her rubber fork. I laughed hard when I turned to look at her. "Kiki don't play with your food" I said returning my gaze back at our nanny who was now giggling at Kiki's childish behavior. "So em... of all the jobs out there, why pick a nanny job?" I asked, summoning all the courage I could to sound less nervous as I felt my palms became sweaty.

Ana asked again. “I said! What is sex and family planning?” Xenna repeated, making Ana turn to her daughter with a scrutinizing look. “Where did you hear those words?” Ana asked her. “From the maid, Mom. I overheard Manang Bining telling her friend the other day that there’s no sex without family planning.” Hearing that made me scratch the back of my neck. Probably Manang was scolding her friend, who got pregnant again even though her third child wasn’t even two years old yet.

Nanny stopped a second, savoring the feeling of being filled by a young stud. I felt her rotate her hips, moving my shaft inside her, rubbing my hardness against the tight inner walls of her slippery cunt. "Sorry lover, I cannot wait. We'll take it slow next time. I need to fuck you now." With that she began to move my rod in and out of her hungry opening, I reached behind her and grabbed her ass cheeks, spreading them and opening her up to deeper thrusts of my cock. I could feel Nanny's uterus hugging the crown of my cock each time she pounded her cunt down onto my shaft, impaling herself on me, thrusting her hips back and forth with each insertion to fuck her sensitive g-spot along the len

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

Lena grabbed my throat with one hand and my tit with the other, pinching my nipple hard as she pounded me. “This pussy belongs to me now,” she snarled, thrusting even harder. “Every time you see me at family dinners, you’re going to remember how I ruined this tight little cunt.” I was losing my mind. The dirty talk, the bondage, the forbidden thrill of fucking Maya’s sister — it was all too much. Lena suddenly pulled out, leaving me empty and whining. She climbed onto the bench, straddling my face. “Eat my pussy first,” she demanded, lowering her soaked cunt onto my mouth.

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.

I looked at that child — the so-called ‘key’ to everything — and felt the weight of all the threats piling on top of me. “You really are useless. Can’t even get a baby to stop crying?” I barked, walking up to the nanny with firm steps. I pointed my finger right in her face, completely out of patience. “You’re driving me insane with this screaming! Look at this dress. Do you know how much it costs? It was custom-made by one of the most expensive designers in Seattle. You think I’m going to ruin it because of some drooling baby?” “B-but ma’am…” the nanny stepped back, going pale. Her wide eyes gave away the fear, but she couldn’t meet mine. “She’s your daughter…”

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.