Sexy Nannies Novels & Stories

Intro: Seductive Nanny is a college dropout who's curious about her sexual experience, which leads her to get involved with two explorative couples who are more than willing to give her the best sex experience of what sex is all about. Kayla. I’m twenty years old. I dropped out of college. Because I simply couldn’t afford the fees for my second year, I returned home, determined to find a job to help me save enough to continue my studies.

"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..."

I knew it. I pull her close and she runs her finger in my hair, her head tilted backwards. I plant little kisses on her chest, all the way down to her abdomen. Slowly, I lay her on the bed to continue and before I continue, there’s a persistent knock on the door. This is our life with kids now. Interruptions every now and then. It’s cute sometimes, but it could also be annoying. But the knock wasn’t from the two kids we have who can now walk, no, it was from our new tone deaf nanny Sydney. She comes highly recommended and she’s great with the kids, but she lacks social awareness.

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.

​The tension on the outdoor playground spiked instantly. Valerius didn't back down an inch. She couldn't care less about the social standing of the woman in front of her. Stepping forward, she locked eyes with the woman. ​"You're the one who needs to apologize to this child," Valerius said. Her voice was low, cold, and deliberate. "Now." ​The woman in red gaped. Her mouth parted slightly, completely caught off guard by such fierce resistance. The surrounding parents froze. The mocking whispers aimed at Alethea instantly died down. They couldn't believe a nanny had the nerve to demand an apology from an elite Manhattan parent.

Jack is smiling and happy. We head back inside toward the changing area. Jack goes in to shower and change, and I wait just outside. That's when I really feel it, the attention. Eyes linger. Conversations pause. I shift slightly, suddenly very aware of myself. A man approaches. "I didn't know the Hawthornes had such a young relative," he says, his gaze roaming far too freely, dipping toward my cleavage. My skin crawls. "I'm the nanny," I say coolly. "Celine."

She whines as soon as I answer the call. "I have missed you too, honey. Don't worry, we're going to see each other real soon, okay?" I say to her. "Alright. How is work? Are they treating you nicely there? I know those wealthy people can be annoying, and also being a maid can be frustrating. I hope you're not having a hard time over there?" She asks, and I sigh briefly. How will I tell her that I'm working as a nanny, not to little children, but to adults that are older than me? It's crazy and unbelievable. She's going to storm in here and make sure that I leave once she knows about that, so it's just better if I keep it a secret.

Burbled cheerfully near a stone path. Fair enough, I shrugged. Anyone who needed (and could afford) a live-in nanny clearly lived in a different universe from me. There were surprisingly no guards, and no camera (that I could see). Just a shiny black intercom beside the gate. I pressed the button. “Hello?” A crackle. Then a crisp, clipped voice responded. “State your name and business.” “Uh… I’m here for the nanny position? Sorry, interview. My name’s—” I gave it. Maya Angelo. My voice trembled slightly though I hoped it sounded steady. I hadn't used my real name in eighteen months.

"You don't want to be fired. On the contrary, I gave you a promotion, but you're also reluctant to leave your Nanny position." I'd rather not be too demanding or troublesome. However, I also hate holding onto lingering feelings of unease. "Y-yes." My fingers curled into a tight fist, forcing myself to look up steadily. "Sir, I'm capable of taking on both roles. Outside of Grand Lady activities, may I continue to be Leon's nanny? It doesn't feel right to give up just because I found a better opportunity. After all, I want to continue caring for him."

Screams. Smoke. Fire. Blood. Giovanni wiped the blood from his face and got into the car, as if he hadn't caused chaos behind him. He straightened his blue tie and answered the ringing phone. His secretary, Anne, was calling him at the worst possible time. “Mr. Mancini, I'm calling to inform you that the last nanny has quit. We're running out of options. I don't know who to hire if even the trained women in our midst aren't enough.”