Novel & Cerita Sex Stories Nanny

“Boss, this is the profile of Brenda Seymour. Who is she?” Adam was curious. Just a few weeks ago he set up a security detail for one Amanda North. Now his boss is asking him to check another lady. And he hasn’t forgotten about the mysterious weekend nanny. For someone who was repulsive to the opposite sex, he is suddenly surrounded by three of them. “My date, this Friday” Adam’s mouth fell to the floor. Is he serious? A date? “If you don’t close your mouth at this instant, I’ll send you to the Southern Province branch immediately. Let’s see how you deal with the security there” He grunted.

I asked, raising my eyebrows up. There was really something about this nanny I have not figured out yet, something weird and mysterious. "I've read about Harems, it's not a new word. I know few things about the Mafia worlds." She replied. "And how did you come about knowing few things about the Mafia and what do you know?" I asked, moving closer to her as I pinned her arms above her head. Tearing her night wear without care. She shivered as I licked her neck and cheeks.

“So, can someone tell me what happened here?” Alexander and Alexandra both shared a guilty look. Then, Alexa pointed at her brother quickly. “It’s Alex!” she exclaimed. “No!” Alex protested. “It's Alexa!” Alexa glared at him. “Liar!” “That’s okay,” Malcom pacified. “I saw you both,” he said, giving them a knowing look. Alexa smiles sheepishly while Alex continued glaring at his sister. “Anyway, this is your new nanny. Her name is Natasha.” Alex trailed his gaze towards Natasha and gives her a half-smile while Alexa just frowns at her.

He dropped his head on my shoulder, as I crumbled beneath him, knuckles white as I gripped the headboard trying to find some support for my body. He loosened his grip on my waist and collapsed on the bed with me under him. We stayed like that for the next few minutes, trying to catch our breaths until I started to feel the weight of his body on me. "Hey," I said in a small pant. "Hmm?" "Do you know what would make a great headline?" I said in a muffled voice with my head pressed to the bed. "Tell me," he said almost amused. "Twenty-three-year-old nanny found suffocated under billionaire boss and boyfriend." I chuckled.

"The applications for the nanny position. We've narrowed it down to five candidates." I turned from the window, my jaw clenching. Another reminder of how completely my life had changed. Isabella was supposed to be here, caring for our daughter, filling our home with laughter and warmth. Instead, I was interviewing strangers to raise my child because Mrs. Ciro's arthritis was getting worse and she couldn't keep up with a baby. "What did the background checks reveal?" "Three have clean records but limited experience with infants. One has excellent references but a boyfriend with gambling debts—a potential security risk. And one..."

Jessica hesitated for a moment before joining him, her curiosity now fully piqued. “It all started when I was ten,” he began, “On that day, Louis’s family came over to visit, so Louis and I were playing in my room. After a while, he decided to go fetch some drinks for us. While he was gone, my nanny walked in. She was about twenty-one at the time. She was wearing a really short dress, and...she started touching me. I didn’t like it, so I told her to stop. But she threatened me—said she’d hurt me if I didn’t cooperate. And then…” He faltered, looking down. “She…” William clenched his fists tightly He didn’t finish the sentence, but Jessica didn’t need him to do so.

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."

"We can’t keep doing this. I’m married." He chuckled darkly, pressing two fingers against my clit through the fabric and rubbing slow, firm circles. "Your husband left you here dripping and neglected," he growled. "I’m just doing my job as your nanny. Taking care of your needy little cunt." He suddenly pushed the sundress up to my waist, hooked his fingers into my soaked panties, and yanked them down my legs. I stepped out of them automatically, my bare pussy now completely exposed to him in the middle of the kitchen. Mason dropped to his knees, spread my thighs, and buried his face between my legs.

“You better control yourself. People might think I seduced you. I mean, that’s already what they expect—according to them, all of Chantal’s previous nannies tried to flirt with you. Speaking of which…” I looked at him suspiciously. He raised a brow, waiting for my next words. “Don’t tell me you also did this with Chantal’s former nannies? Is that like—your fetish or something?” “Lyana.” His tone warned me, and I pressed my lips together. “Why would you even think that?” “Well, because you did it with me? I mean, I am Chantal’s nanny, and according to Manang Lerma, all the previous ones tried to flirt with you, so…”