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The Nanny Ch. 01

By: mermaid_girl



This was Anne's last day of being little Ruthie's babysitter/nanny. They were at the zoo and Anne was feeling guilty, as though she was abandoning the poor child, she knew Ruthie would take her leaving hard. Since Ruthie's mother ran off with another man and a messy divorce was all she left behind, Anne was the closest thing to a mother she had ever known, she knew Ruthie would resist her going away for nine months.

But college would start up in about two weeks and Anne wanted to finish packing up a few things and move into her apartment before school started. It would be best to leave before it got any harder.

Not sure how to say good-bye, Anne waited until the day was almost over. When they were back at the mansion-sized home and were in the kitchen fixing a snack, Anne tried to explain to Ruthie why she had to leave. 

"No. You can't go Anne. I wasn't supposed to tell but, you're going to be my new mommy! Daddy's going to take care of you and you'll take care of me. You're supposed to love me and never leave me," demanded the five year old. She did this while sticking her bottom lip out which made Anne want to hug the little girl.

However, at the mention of Ruthie's father, Mr. Brian McAllister, Anne got the shivers. He had always made her nervous, even when she was younger and he came over to her house to hang out with her older brother. She knew he had taken his wife's betrayal hard, Anne's brother said that Brian just wasn't the same. Brian had asked if Anne could help him out with Ruthie since she had always been close to the little girl. Not knowing how to say no, Anne agreed and became Ruthie's nanny for the summer. However, Anne always felt that Brian was watching her. It seemed whenever they were ever together he just stared, never taking his piercing green eyes off of her. 

This would be one perk to not working for the Allistars anymore, thought Anne, not seeing Brian.

The "new mommy" comment caught Anne's attention though. "Why would you think this, Honey? I can't be your mommy. I'm too young and wouldn't be able to be a good mom for you, Sweetheart; no matter how much I want to be." Seeing that little Ruthie was about to cry, Anne went over to give the girl a hug, not seeing the man who leaned against the door frame watching and listening to everything going on.

Sniffling, Ruthie said "Daddy told me so. He said we would finally be a real family. I helped him pick out a ring and everything for you. Dad promised that you were moving in, to be my new mommy! I wasn't supposed to tell, he was going to surprise you." 

Looking down at the little girl, Anne felt as if her world had turned upside down. Ruthie must have misheard or hadn't understood her father; or she was making this up. There was no way she would ever marry Brian McAllister. He was a bit older than her and way too intense for her liking. She was only 21 and starting her third year of college, no way was she ready to get involved with anyone, especially a 32 year old father with a little girl. It didn't matter how good looking he was and how much she loved this little girl. It didn't matter because nothing was going to happen, she still had a life to live and find who she wanted to be. And it definitely wasn't to become a housewife. 

Trying to tell Ruthie as gently as she could, that she would love to be her mother, but she just couldn't, wouldn't, tie herself to a man like Brian. 

"Ruthie, being you mom would be one of the best things in the world, but I wouldn't be any good at it. Your daddy and I don't love each other like that, but we both love you very much. Marriage between your dad and me would be a disaster, sweetie. But I'll always visit you when I come home on breaks, holidays and certain weekends."

Ruthie broke away from Anne and looked behind her at the doorway and froze. Sensing someone watching her, Anne turned around to have her gaze caught by a steady and amused green stare. Breaking away from Brian's gaze, Anne finally found her voice, "Brian, I was just making Ruthie a snack before I left. We were just saying good-bye." Under his continuous stare, Anne got nervous and bit her lower lip in agitation.

God, he thought, why does she do that? Whenever she bit her lip it made him want to go over and taste her mouth to see if it was as sweet as he thought it'd be. He wanted to make her go to her knees and take his cock into that luscious mouth. Brian thought about how he'd take a fistful of her hair and force her to suck him off hard, fast, and deep. He'd set the pace and push his cock into her mouth over and over until he came and made her swallow his cum.

Her behavior amused him, but what she said had angered him. It amused him that she was nervous around him. It angered him to hear her say that she didn't love him, wanted to leave for college, and was adamant about there not being a future for them. It just wouldn't do for her to leave, not when he and Ruthie loved and needed her. She didn't seem to understand or want to accept this but she wasn't going to college but was going to marry him and complete his family. Anne was the woman he had been looking for his entire life and she wasn't going to leave, ever.

Not letting his thoughts show, he just nodded at Anne and said, "After you and Ruthie are done, I would like it if you would come to my office and I'll give you your last check." And let you know the new rules, he thought with a grin. With that he left Anne to say the good-bye she thought would actually happen.

Feeling tears well up Anne looked at little Ruthie and hugged her close again. "I love you, Squirt. I'll see you before you know it. Come on let me get you tucked into bed, huh?" Walking hand in hand up to the Ruthie's room, Anne felt horrible. I'll come and see her whenever I'm home, she promised herself, this isn't a forever good-bye. Feeling better Anne tucked Ruthie into bed and kissed her goodnight and good-bye.

Sighing, Anne walked back to Brian's study, like he asked, and knocked on the door. Hearing his "Enter," Anne twisted the knob and came into his office. Since Brian was a successful investor, he had made millions and built a huge mansion, and basically had a study bigger than any room in her house. Seeing him seated behind his mahogany desk, Anne sat down in front of him in one of the leather chairs.

Perfect, Brian mused, and he pushed the button under his desk that locked the door so he wouldn't have to chase Anne. He would bring her around; eventually she would want and love the new life he was giving her.

"So Mr. McAllister, um, I have to leave and finish packing so, um...." Anne trailed off, not sure how to ask that he just give her her pay so that she could leave. He had started staring at her again and it was making her nervous. Biting her bottom lip she asked, "Mr. McAllister, I hate to be rude but, I really must go, it's late and if you don't have my final payment that's fine, you could just send it to me or something. I could get it from you when I come back into town to visit little Ruthie or something..." Again no response, just the continuous and intense stare. Biting her lip harder she just sat there and waited.

Brian was holding himself in check, he didn't want to hurt or scare her, but it was all he could to just sit there and watch her nibble on the lips that he wanted to. Soon, he promised himself, very soon. 

All of a sudden Brian saw himself spreading Anne's thighs, hooking each one on the arm rest to keep them open. He'd pull her thong aside and dip his head to taste his woman. She would start to squirm and beg him to stop, forcing him to hold her legs down and lap at her harder, suck and lick her clit with his tongue in rapid flicks.

Taking a deep breath and striving for control, he decided he had better clue her in that she wasn't leaving he said, "Anne, Anne, Anne. Why do you persist in denying what is between us?" He stood up and came around his desk and stood in front of her. Brian bent down and put his hands on the either side of the chair that she was sitting in, effectively caging her in. Looking into her baby blues he asked, "Why do you think I'd allow you to leave Ruthie and I? We need you, I need you."

Gasping, Anne's eyes rounded in shock and fear, "Umm, funny Mr. McAllister, but I know you probably heard Ruthie and I know she wasn't serious... I just need to pack. You can just give the check to my brother when you see him." 

Moving as if she were going to get up, Anne shifted in her seat and looked up expectantly at Brian for him to get the hint to move.

Brian made a tsk tsk sound and said, "There's no joke Anne. I'm divorced now and I've waited for you to grow up, wasting my time on bitches like that ex of mine, who was stupid and got pregnant..."

Anne struggled for breath as she heard him talk about Ruthie as though she were a mistake and suddenly stood up, bringing her body into full contact with Brian's, but pushed him out of the way to get to the door. 

"Ruthie is not a mistake, Brian. I can't believe you would even think that!" Anne went to open the door and quickly found out that it was locked. Not sure what to do she looked at Brian with a questioning look in her eyes.

"Ruthie was a mistake Anne; I only wanted children with you. But I'm glad you love her since you'll be her new mom soon." 

He regarded her with a serious expression that left no room for doubt that he wasn't kidding and had completely gone crazy.

Anne started fiddling with the lock, trying to get it open any way she could, "Brian, you're upset over your divorce, anyone would be. You should find someone else to share your life with, but not me. I would love to take care of Ruthie, but you and I don't have that kind of connection, we're... friends."

All of a sudden Brian was standing in front of her and brought his hand up to circle the side of her neck. He leaned in and whispered "I've wanted you, waited for you, loved you since you were little, you are mine Anne. I know you feel this way to. You don't have to deny it any longer, we can be together now." 

"I do not love you, Brian," Anne said very slowly, saying each word so he couldn't mistake what she had said.

A furious and dark expression crossed over Brian's face. Suddenly he raised his hand and it powered across Anne's cheek, breaking open her lip. 

Covering her cheek and looking up at him with a hurt and bewildered expression Anne looked at Brian in confusion. 

"Don't ever say that again. You love me. I know you do, you will not lie to me Anne. If you lie I will have to punish you. Do you understand?" He looked down at her waiting for her response. When she refused to answer he shook her and repeated, "Do you understand me?"

Whimpering, Anne shook her head and mumbled a weak "yes."

Brian gave her a beautiful smile and held a shivering and scared Anne close as a reward to her answer. 

"Good. Now let's go get your stuff and move you home. We'll make the wedding plans later. On our drive over I'll explain the rules and what will be expected of you as my wife." Brian put his arm around her shoulder and smiled down at her, "Now tell me how much you want me Anne. Tell me about all the things you want to do with me"

Scared out of her mind, Anne whispered, "I want you Brian. I want to..." She trailed off saying what she figured he'd want to hear, all the while thinking of ways to get away.

On the drive over, Anne waited for an opportunity to escape, knowing that if she'd wait, an opening would show up. An idea came to her and she couldn't wait until they got to her apartment...

To be continued... 

The Nanny Ch. 01



 Chapter One

Christie Takes Control of the kids and the Parents

My name is Christy and I am a Nanny. I know it doesn't sound like much, just taking care of kids for other people and for the most part that's true. I am twenty-six years old and have been working my way in the Nanny field for over six years now. For the most part the pay is pretty good, and I like the young kids so it all works out. In a good situation I get room and board in addition to my salary. I have some flexibility with my nights so I've been working towards my degree in Finance part time. I have always had a goal in mind and now the perfect opportunity has come up.

A very successful couple in their early forties with two kids in college had an Oh Oh moment ten months ago and now has a one-month-old little girl. The Dad runs his own company and so does the mom. Neither one can afford to take the time to raise little Marie and still meet the college tuition payments on their two older children, Mark and Lillie. Neither one wants to turn their companies over to someone so they advertised for a sleep-in Nanny.

This is and will be a dream opportunity for someone, at least five to six years of good pay, nice house and proximity to two very successful people. John and Liz are planning to interview me, my resume is outstanding, my references outstanding. The position is full time; I'll be available at least six days a week, and some weeks more depending on their schedules. I am impeccably dressed, clean, well groomed and attractive, a commodity the wealthy find important even in a Nanny. I am five foot six, with long wavy brunette hair; my measurements are 34 in the bust, 28 in the waste and 34 around my butt. For my interview I dressed conservatively but not so my physical attributes were hidden.

John and Liz were both attractive and intelligent and my effort to obtain my degree in Finance was almost as significant to them as my history with children. I know that most of my clients used Nanny cams, I'd found them early in each job, but I would have and did take perfect care of my children. As I said I love little ones and getting paid to watch them, train them and help them grow is fascinating. John was a handsome man, well dressed about six foot four, full head of black hair barbered regularly. He was in fit condition and so was Liz. Liz was a little shorter then I was and her figure was outstanding. I estimated her to be a 36 or 38-inch bust, a 28 to 30 inch waste and 34 to 36 inch hips. Her dress while obviously expensive and attractive was overshadowed by the way she did her blond hair. It was pulled tight in a bun giving her a very severe look, like a dowdy schoolteacher ready to discipline anyone who annoyed her. I gathered it was a look she used to control her employees. She also spoke in tight clipped sentences, but I was able to play the game and in less then an hour I was offered a salary of one thousand a week base with bonus. I would have use of a car and credit card to take Marie to doctor's visits and to museums and children's play areas assuring not only her physical health but the development of her social skills as well.

The first few weeks on a new assignment are difficult ones as the parents and the child learn to accept and live with the Nanny. It's difficult for me too, as I need to learn the goals and aspirations the parents have as well as develop a bond with the child. By the end of the first month Marie and I were bonded and the parents relaxed when they saw how well I cared for Marie. Of course they had their hidden cams and I made sure that Marie and I spent most of our time on camera to further assure John and Liz. As I've said, to me it doesn't matter, in fact I love the cams because they protect me from unfounded problems. Most nights Marie spent time with Jon and Liz and I either went to class of studied my texts for future classes.

For the first six months I let it all ride, investing myself in the confidences of John and Liz to the point where I am sure the felt us all one happy family. Then I started to put my secondary finance program in place. I started to wear clothing that was a bit more flattering to my figure, my hair a little more brushed and sexy. I began to wear skimpy outfits to bed so that when I'd go to Marie's room at night if she woke up crying I'd be traipsing about in clothing that allowed a view of what would ordinarily be hidden. While still respectable, nothing from Frederick's or Victoria's, never the less my body was more and more revealed to both John and Liz.

I could see Liz staring at me while I held little Marie who had a need for a dry diaper and some love and comfort. That night I'd worn an old t-shirt and little else to bed. I pretended that I was unaware of Liz watching from the door way and hoisted Marie up on my hip, a typical thing one does with little ones, however the move pulled my t-shirt up exposing my naked ass to Liz. I carried Marie to the changing table, cooing in her ear and kissing he softly and her crying stopped. I laid her on the changing table and bent over to remove her soiled diaper. I had intentionally trapped my t-shirt against the table preventing it from slipping back down so when I bent over to clean up Marie Liz had a full view of my ass and most likely she could also see the dark pink of my pussy.

I chatted merrily with Marie as I wiped her clean then snapped on a fresh diaper. When she was clean and dry I scooped her up in my arm, again accidentally trapping my t-shirt and sat in the rocking chair and soothed Marie, working to get her back to sleep. Sitting in the chair I let my legs part just a bit, nothing dramatic but enough for Liz to see more of my pussy. I gently rocked Marie back to sleep and stayed a little longer in the chair as I could still feel Liz' eyes on me and I wanted to lure her in. I happened to glance up and 'see' Liz and I smiled at her as I stood to put Marie back in her crib.

I could see that Liz was still thinking of my pussy as she watched me put her daughter back to bed. I stood over the crib stroking Marie to assure she was asleep then turned to see Liz directly behind me. I smiled and whispered to her.

"Marie is such a doll, she goes back to sleep so easily. If I'd known you were here I'd have let you rock her back to sleep, its such a pleasure for me and I know you like it too."

Liz seemed to be in a fog but she shook her head as if to clear it and then in a low whisper and stuttered words she said.

"You looked so beautiful in that chair, such a perfect picture of a mother and child, I felt jealous of you. I'm sorry I don't mean to complain, I appreciate so much how well you take care of Marie, it's just the guilt I carry for not being the one, you know."

This was the moment I needed so I reached out and hugged Liz, taking her full into my arms and pulling her tight. I know I could feel her full firm breasts pressing into mine and assumed she felt the same thing. I know she had spent a good deal of time staring at my pussy so when I whispered in her ear. "You're a great mother and Marie knows it. I'm just a technician who does the simple stuff, you give her the love she needs to grow."

I was rubbing my hands on her back as I spoke to her and I could feel her chest rising and falling in ever increasing speed and depth as I allowed my body to sway against hers as I held her. Liz was holding me just as tight and whispered.

"Sometimes I wished I had a Nanny to sooth me like you so easily soothed Marie tonight."

Then she sighed and rested her head on my shoulder. I whispered to her.

"Come let me rock you Liz."

She came easily and I sat and took her on my lap, holding her close and slowly rocked the chair. I could feel her relaxing with each movement of the chair and I let my hand roam and comfort her body. When Liz began to nuzzle her head into my neck I knew she was enjoying what I was doing so I went bold, using my knowledge of her and how she was reacting and I whispered to her.

"I think maybe I need to check your panties Liz, has my girl wet herself?"

I felt her stiffen in my lap as she let my words sink in and then very slowly I felt her head nod on my shoulder, then a very soft.

"Yes I think so, are you going to change me?" 

I whispered back.

"Let me check first and then if I need to we will go to my room and take care of you."

She nodded and I slid my hand up under her nightgown and went directly to her crotch. I touched her just where her pussy would open and felt how damp her panties were. Liz had groaned at my touch and so I lingered there, feeling all about, assessing how wet she was then said

"Well it looks like my girl has wet herself. Now come with Nanny and will take care of you."

She stood with her head hanging down, just like a child who'd been yelled at and sullenly followed me to my bedroom. 

"I think your nightgown has soiled too, so let's take it off then we can change those panties."

Liz offered no protest as I raised her nightgown up and over her head, in fact she lifted her arms to assist me and for a second I took in the sight of her naked tits. Yes, closer to the 38 inches I'd imagined during the interview and topped with quarter sized areole and long hard nipples. I made he lie on my bed as I removed her panties and tossed them into the hamper and pretended to look for a fresh pair. Then I heard a young childlike voice ask me. "It hurts a little down there Nanny could you rub it for me?"

This was turning into a rewarding and fun night. I sat on the bed and let my hand slide between her partially open legs and found her wet and ready pussy. I slowly moved my hand up and down and then asked her.

"Is this the place where it hurts? Am I rubbing the right place?"

Her words were a bit garbled but basically she said yes but asked me to rub a bit harder. So I let my hands push up and into her pussy, finding and rubbing her clit. I stroked her slowly but firmly and noticed that she had taken her own hand and was rubbing her tits.

"Do your breasts hurt too, do you need Nanny to rub there too?"

I big smile and a rapid nod accompanied her response.

"Yes, please but don't stop between my legs."

So I said.

"Well your breasts look really sore and maybe if I kiss you sore spot between your legs then I can use my hands to help you up there."

She groaned and nodded, unable to speak. Her legs spread without my having to ask, making room for my head to slide between. As my face neared her slit I could see how wet she was and I realized she wanted and needed to be treated like a child, that she wanted me to take control. So I said.

"Tell me exactly where it's sore down here and I will kiss it till you tell me it's ok!"

Liz was quiet for a moment and then she responded just like a child would.

"Its everywhere, please kiss me and make it better."

I smiled to myself knowing that as soon as my lips touched her she'd be mine to do with as I wished and that she'd pay me to keep this from her husband. So just as I lightly kissed her labia, I let my hands come up and cup both of her tits. I heard her stifle a moan and her legs moved even further apart. I kissed her again and again each kiss a little more forcefully then the last and my hands were now squeezing her tits and pulling and twisting her nipples. When my tongue darted from my mouth and into her now open pussy she jerked and her hips rocked up to meet my tongue. She was starting to leak her juices freely now and her nipples were hard and taut in my hands. I lapped at her juices and intermittently fucked her cunt with my tongue. I could feel the beginnings of her orgasm as her body was now moving in odd jerky motions. I applied myself to the task and with my fingers I pulled her nipples hard and rapidly shoved my tongue in and out of her pussy. When I felt her starting to lose control I let my left hand release her tit and slid it down and onto her ass. I worked it under her and into her crack then slid a finger in her asshole and she exploded and came hard. I took her clit in my mouth and sucked it hard and her whole body jerked and spasmed in front of me.

As her orgasm subsided I gently licked her wide-open cunt and let my finger slide from her ass. Then I pulled myself up and laid next to her wrapping my arms about her as a mother would her child. She folded into me and whimpered as I patted her back.

"Now Lizzy, you will need to obey your Nanny."

I waited to hear the words I knew would come.

"Yes, Nanny, I'll obey you and be a good girl for you."

I hugged her and then said.

"Of course your parents will have to know that a Nanny for two children costs more, do you think they can afford for me to be your Nanny, Lizzy?"

There was no hesitation this time

"Oh yes Nanny, mommy and daddy have lots of money. I'm sure they will pay you twice as much as they have been, but let me talk to mommy first."

"I'll leave it to you Lizzy, now Nanny needs to sleep and be ready to take care of Marie. You go off to your own room and we can play again tomorrow, OK?"

"Yes Nanny."

Liz walked from my room and I smiled. One target down and one more target left to go. I wondered what role I'd play with John. Over the next several nights, each time I went to the baby's room to change and feed her, Liz showed up and for the most part we repeated the same episode, she'd let me rock her, then I'd discover her to have wet her panties and then we'd go to my room where under the initial pretense I orally please her. After a week of this I let the Nanny take control, I knew that 'Lizzie' was ready. When she next met me in the middle of the night I took her straight to my room. She followed me just as if she were a kid obeying her parent. When we reached my room I said to her/

"Lizzie, you do not seem to be getting any better at controlling yourself, this is the fifth or sixth time you've come to me with wet panties in the middle of the night. I think we need to start some sort of discipline here, or you'll never learn to control yourself. Now Lizzie, I want you to remove your nightie and panties for Nanny."

A look of shock mixed with delight covered Liz's face as she easily stripped and stood naked for me. I debated how to initiate what I wanted then decided that she's been so docile that I could be very direct, so I sat on the edge of the bed and motioned fro her to lay across my lap. She moved slowly, seemingly unsure of what was to come, but she fixed herself perfectly, with her ass humped up over my lap. Before I would spank her I wanted to tell her what was coming.

"Lizzie, Nanny is going to spank you. I want this to be a lessen to you to come to me before you wet yourself. I am tired of having to wash all those panties. It's just you being laze young lady. Now I am going to give you a spanking, I think ten spanks will serve you tonight."

Then I spanked her the exact number of times I'd promised and by the tenth she was squirming and pleading with me. Promising me she'd be a good girl that she'd do anything to make up for her laziness. I gave her one for good measure and I felt her body convulse as a minor orgasm ran through her. Then I said.

"Now you've made my pussy sore Lizzie, just like your pussy is always so sore. I need you to kiss it and make it better for me, Lizzie."

I pulled my own t-shirt up and over my head, showing Liz my own tits for the first time. I watched as she stared up at them, still laying placidly across my lap, her red ass almost glowing, her legs parted and her own pussy glistening. Then I had her get off and told her to get on her knees between my legs.

"Now see how red and swollen Nanny's pussy is? I need you to kiss it and make if feel good. If you do it well, I will take care of you too, Lizzie"

Liz was a slow started but she eventually got into it and soon her tongue was lashing at my cunt, fucking my hole and lapping at my clit. I held back my orgasm to make her work harder and she did not disappoint me. When I finally came, filling her mouth with my cunt juice she swallowed and lapped more up. I grabbed her should and pulled her up and together we laid back on my bed. After a few minutes I moved down to her wet and ready cunt and used my own tongue on her, bringing her to orgasm twice before I stopped. Before I sent her back to her own room I said to her.

"Now, Lizzie I don't mind helping you at night but you are old enough to start helping Nanny a bit. So I want you to remember tonight and when you come back again, the next time you fell sore down there you will have to earn Nanny's help, and you will have to kiss Nanny down there too. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Nanny I understand and I will kiss you. Thank you Nanny, I hope I'm a good girl and you don't have to spank me again."

I saw her grin and knew she'd start making trouble so I would spank her again. That was OK she was mine, and paying me for it. She wasn't a bad at sucking my pussy either, which told me she was more experienced then I thought. I slept well that night and in the morning learned that Liz had an out of town trip and I was expected to be here to cover. Fortunately, I could take my classes on line if this happened and it was no big problem. I just wondered where John would be.

Liz would be gone for four nights and on the first night I managed alone, even in the middle of the night when the baby's needs came, I was alone. I was missing the company of Lizzie but I had fingers and managed to survive.

The second night Marie had a couple of issues and I had to go to her more then once. I don't know if she sensed her mom was gone or it she had a bad dream, but it took more time to quiet her. I was still wearing only the t-shirt and I had not noticed that Marie's crying had woken him. While I had not intended to display myself, heck I didn't even know he was there, my t-shirt was way up over my belly as I did everything I could to make little Marie calm down and go back to sleep. As she began to settle I took her to the rocking chair and cooed in her ears, singing a soft lullaby I often used with her. The familiarity of the tune, and her own fatigue soon had her soundly sleeping and I put her in her crib. As I turned to go, I finally noticed John and he was stroking his cock in the doorway. I blushed and turned my head and said.

"John, please what are you doing?"

"I'm looking at a beautiful woman and my cold frigid wife is out of town. I don't mean to scare you but your shirt was up and I could not take my eyes off that naked ass of yours and well..."

I continued to avoid looking at him and I crossed my arms defensively over my chest, even though I was turned away. I knew it would make my t-shirt ride up in the back and give him a glimpse of what he's seen more of earlier. I said.

"John, I don't think it's right for you to be so exposed like that."

"Christy, Nanny, turn around and look, please?"

"John, you can't make me do this, what about your wife?"

"She's not here and I'm not going to tell her, besides she's been quite cool to me since our accident as she calls it. Please look at me?"

I turned my head and purposely did not look down at his cock, though from the corner of my eye I could see it was hard and not bad looking.

"What do you want from me? I'm just here to take care of your baby, John, you can't expect me to take care of you too!"

Planting seeds in his head, I could see his eyes were still stuck on what he could see of my ass and so I pretended to be uncomfortable and spread my feet a bit, opening up the crack of my ass ever so slightly. He sighed as he watched my move and took a step towards me.

"John, please! Please don't do this to Liz, think about what you are doing. I'm not some bimbo in a bar!"

"No, Christy, you're not. You're a beautiful woman and you're so full of love. You take care of Marie as if she were your own child. I feel a bit embarrassed here, but I am so turned on right now. I need someone to take care of me, too."




The Nanny Ch. 01



"That's Liz's right John, I know she's not here but what exactly do you expect of me?"

"Oh Christie, I didn't come here expecting anything from you, I heard Marie crying and I came here and then...well then I saw you doing what you do so well. I saw you being a loving caring person and yes I saw your exposed body. I could not look away, I still can't."

I turned fully now and lowered my arms, knowing that my hard nipples were poking out through my thin t-shirt. I looked down at John's cock and saw how engorged it was, it almost looked painful. I looked up at him and said.

"What do you want from me John? Tell me or go back to bed!"

"I want you, Christie. I want you to take care of my needs tonight. I know it's not what you signed up for, I know it's not what you want, but Nanny, I've gone so long and I'm begging you. Just this once, please?"

I let him stew for a bit, I wanted to close this deal but not look or sound like a whore in the process, it would take a bit of work. I looked at him and said.

"John are you saying you want me to let you make love to me? Is that what you want of me?"

"Oh god, yes, if you would. Please Christie, just this once, I promise. Please?"

"I don't know John, I've only ever had sex once, I don't think I'm very good at it. I never had time for boyfriends. I'm not sure what to do. Will you tell me what you want? Will you be patient with me? Liz can never know about this, and you have to promise me I won't lose this job, John. I need to make money for school, I do have my own needs you know."

"Christie I will show you what to do, I will promise you that you will keep this job, in fact Christie, if you'd promise to let me show you how to be a good lover, I think I can increase your pay here. I'm not trying to buy you, not trying to make it like your being paid to have sex with me. I'd just like to help you like you'd be helping me."

I stood quiet for a time and then said.

"OK, John but I won't do this in Liz's bed. Come to my room and be patient with me."

I walked out past him and to my room, he followed. I was going to play the novice so when we got to my room I said.

"How do we start? What do you want me to do?"

He wrapped his rams around me and I felt his hard cock press into my belly. He kissed me on my head and then moved his mouth to my ear and whispered.

"Just relax, let me do this."

He gently put me on the bed and lowered himself and kissed me on the lips. I let him do all the work at first then I tentatively kissed him back, letting him believe he was turning me on. Well he was turning me on but you know what I mean. I felt his hands begin to explore me, over the t-shirt and eventually he moved to take it off. I stiffened a bit and said.

"John, I'm embarrassed! I'm not as pretty as Liz. Do you have to take this off me?"

"Oh Christie, you are a very pretty young girl and you've a great figure, don't compare yourself to Liz."

I relaxed my arms and let him take my shirt off. I saw his eyes grow big as he stared at my tits, seeing how my hard nipples stood up for him and he lowered his face and kissed my nipples and sucked on my tits. He was very good and it was more and more difficult to hide my growing excitement as he worked his hands and tongue all over me. When he put his head between my legs it was all I could do to say what I knew he needed to hear from an inexperienced girl.

"Oh my no John, what are you doing down there?"

"Relax Christie, you are going to enjoy this."

"I'm not sure, I've never...."

I let him lick me and suck my pussy and it was good. I let myself enjoy his tongue as it danced in and out of my wet cunt. I moved my hips to show him I was now OK with what he was doing and he became even more passionate and I loved it. I let a small orgasm release and let my hips rock up into his mouth and moaned in satisfaction. All of this made John only more passionate and he quickly moved back up to lay atop me, his hard cock pressed up against my cunt as he kissed me, making me taste myself and I hesitated, turned my head to the side and said.

"John, your lips were just down there I don't think can do this!"

"Christie, you taste delightful. Kiss me and let me share that wonderful taste."

I did so reluctantly at first. Then as he continued to kiss me I let myself go making him feel as though he taught me to enjoy my own cunt juices. Then he lifted his hips and positioned his cock at the opening of my pussy and I again tensed up.

"OH John, are you sure we should be doing this? Please be gentle with me!"

Like pouring gas on a fire John slowly pushed his meaty cock into me and it felt so good but I had to pretend again. So I stayed a bit tense as he filled my wet hole with his hot cock. 

"Ohhhhhh. Oh my John it feels funny with you in there. OH my!

He liked to see me so innocent and as he slid out and then back in I let myself relax and soon he was pumping his cock in and out and I responded, slowly at first then more and more till I was fucking him back.

"Oh John that feels so good. I never knew it could be this good. Yes, yes oh yes."

I'd said just enough to fuel his fire. He was now ramming himself into my cunt and I pushed my hips up to meet his thrusts. I felt an orgasm ready to explode in me and decided to let it go, knowing John would take credit for it and he did.

"See Christie, that was good wasn't it?"

"Oh John yes. Oh my, it feels so good, Oh yes you feel so good inside me. Oh more! Yes more."

John pumped a few more times and I felt his cock jerk and then spew his hot cum inside me and I came again, this one unplanned as his hot sticky jism filled my cunt. I lay there spent John was a good fuck. When he finally pulled out I whimpered and turned my head away. He put his arms around me and said.

"Christie that was great. Please don't feel bad, you have nothing to be ashamed about. I loved it and look forward to helping you learn more about sex and how good it can be."

"Then you're not disappointed in me, I did ok?"

"Yes, you were now give me a kiss and I'll go back to my own bed and let you get some sleep. I hope you'll let me visit you again."

"I think I'd like that John, but if Liz ever finds out she'll fire me and probably make it so I'll never get another job."

"Christie, listen, I'm going to make sure she doesn't ever find out. We will only do this when she's out of the house. Now I'm going to send some extra money to your account but you should not go about spending it, Liz can't all of a sudden see you spending. So invest it for your future now get some sleep.

I smiled to myself as a very satisfied John left my room. I've now got them both and the next few years should be lots of fun. I reached down between my legs and scooped some of John's cum on my fingers as it oozed from my pussy and the put those sticky wet fingers in my mouth sucking them clean and tasting John's cum. Tasty, next session I think I'll ask him about sucking his cock, after all he did teach me about licking my pussy.

The next night when John once again appeared, as I was finishing up with Marie he remained dressed but without words he followed me to my room and kissed me. I let that go for a while, enjoying it and when he pulled back I said.

"John, when you put your mouth on me last night it felt so good. Do men expect women to kind of do the same thing to them?"

By his smile alone I knew John was very happy with that question and he said.

"Yes, men love it too, but not all women seem to. Liz never would, said it was disgusting. Do you think its disgusting Christie?"

"Well when you first put your face down there I thought that was disgusting but when I felt how good it was, I knew I'd want it again. I just want to know what a girl is supposed to do with a man, I am so new to all of this."

"Well they say a woman should only do what she likes, that's one reason why I've never pushed Liz to put her mouth on my cock. I would love it if you'd try it though and if you liked it, well that would be great. Do you want to try it Christie?"

"Kind of, but I don't know what to do."

"Don't worry about that, just lick me first and it it's not too disgusting for you then take me in your mouth and suck on me. If that's still ok then I'll tell you what I want you to do and you can try it. If you don't like it then just stop."

"Well if you're sure you don't mind me experimenting on you?"

"No, I'd love that but remember last night when I had my orgasm inside you? My cock ejaculates a white fluid. Now if you want to try the whole thing then when I tell you I'm going to cum, that means the fluid is ready to spurt. If you don't want that in your mouth then pull off me OK?"

"Does it taste bad?"

"It's a bit salty but a lot of women seem to enjoy it, or at least say they do. Some take it and swallow it, some spit it out and some like to see it shoot on their bodies. You do what you want to."

"Ok, if its ok with you, can you lay on the bed and I'll kneel over you?"

John got on the bed and I knelt between his legs and bent over. I knew he'd want to watch me so I pulled my hair back and played the rookie, licking his cock from the base to the tip then licking across the fat head of his cock and then putting a little of him inside my mouth. I hesitated then slid my mouth down and took more of him inside me. Then I sucked him and felt his cock grow harder in my mouth. I pulled my head up and looked up at him and asked.

"Am I doing this right?"

"Oh yes, it's pretty good. But as you suck my cock, use your mouth like your pussy and move it up and down, like your making love to it."

I nodded and put his hard cock back in my mouth and did as he asked for a few minutes until his breath was coming in gasps then I stopped again and innocently asked again if I was doing it right. I knew I was frustrating him but I had to play the innocent.

"Oh yes, just keep doing that. Don't stop till I tell you I'm cuming then do what you want about the cum, OK?"

I resumed the blowjob taking his cock further in each time, when I felt he was close again I took him in till I gagged and spit his cock out.

"I'm sorry John, I guess I went too far, give me a minute."

"OH god Christie please continue, it feels so good."

I decided to let him finish, I'd delayed him long enough it was time for the big finish and when he cried out he was cuming I let the first spurt fill my mouth then pulled his cock out and let it spurt all over me, my face and hair and on my tits too. I coughed and the cum in my mouth spilled over my lips and with cum all over me I said.

"I'm sorry it all just sort of happened. I meant to try to swallow it, John nut it kind of scared me. I hope you're not mad."

I knew he was staring at all the cum dripping from my face and I licked my lips and pouted as I took a few drops of his cum and swallowed for him. Then I licked my lips again and swallowed again as John caught his breath and said.

"Christie, for your first time it was great. I've made a mess of you though. Its all over you." I used my hands to feel for the cum and innocently spread it over my nipples in an attempt to look like I was wiping it off, then I licked my fingers and said.

"It doesn't taste too bad John, if we do this again I'd like to try to swallow it, would that be OK?"

He grinned from ear to ear and said yes, then he suggest I shower and get to bed as Marie would be up early and he had an early day as well. When he left I spent time scooping up his cum and eating it. I loved cum and refused to pass up even the cooler congealed cum left on my body. I wasn't going to let it all go down the shower drain.

For the next few months I was in heaven, John and Liz were each doubling my salary and when one was out I was in bed with the other. My bank account was rapidly growing and my sexual needs were being well taken care of, John even 'introduced me' to anal sex but that cost him a bonus. Liz returned from a business trip with a riding crop and gave it to me saying she felt bad about me having to use my hands when she was bad.

I had everything controlled, neither knew about the other and then the holidays arrived and I had to learn to work around the older ones, the college students.



The Nanny Ch. 02



Anne was nervous. Brian was driving down the street, approaching her apartment, and holding her hand, stroking the sensitive flesh of her palm. He was acting as if everything was normal, that they had been doing this for years. 

Looking out the window, Anne longed to get away from him. She could still hear his arrogant voice as he stated the rules of her new life...

"You'll not work outside of the house Anne," Brian started off. "You'll stay home and take care of me and Ruthie. You'll prepare dinner, help Ruthie with her lessons, and basically become my sexy stay-at-home mom." He looked over at her with an amused gleam in his eyes. 

Anne felt trapped. Her life had just begun. The freedom to do as she wished, taken away from her... And then she realized he was still talking.

Indifferently he began, "Another thing Anne, you will not look at other men. You won't think about other men. And if you contact another man, or talk to even a delivery man, you will be punished and he will be..." At this point Brian trailed off, gripping the steering wheel tightly, allowing Anne to think about what would happen to another man.

"Most importantly though, Sweetheart, you will never deny me." At this time Brian looked over at her with a hungry look that made her wet and ashamed. "Any time I want you, you will spread those pretty white thighs and beg for it. You will be ready for me at any time, waiting to pleasure me. If you refuse me, you will be punished." It was then that he took hold of her hand and entangled his fingers with hers.

Brian's voice brought Anne back to the present "...pants, now."

Startled, Anne looked over at Brian to realize that he was demanding something. "Wh-what Brian?" she stuttered.

"Take off your pants, now Anne." Brian had to feel her; he couldn't wait the extra 15 minutes till they got to her apartment. Glancing over he saw her slowly and hesitantly wiggling out of her jeans. "And the underwear. Oh, another rule, you aren't allowed to wear underwear from now on."

Satisfied that she was following directions, Brian felt he could reward his Anne. "Shift towards me Anne, put one leg behind my seat and the other on the dashboard. Open up and let me see my pussy. Show me the cunt that belongs to only me, Anne." 

Tentatively, Anne slowly opened her legs, shyly putting them where demanded and looking away from Brian, away from herself. His order excited her, and her response embarrassed her. 

Taking one hand off the wheel, Brian reached over and touched the brown hair that covered her pussy. Sifting his hands through the soft pelt, he asked her, "Who does this belong to?" 

Trying to breathe normally, Anne unsteadily began "Brian, don't..." but ended up gasping as he suddenly rimmed her clit.

"Who, Anne?" Brian repeated. He started circling her clit faster and faster, but never touching it, and then his hand dipped lower and stroked the outer folds of her cunt.

Breathless, Anne looked out the window and tried not to feel the arousal he could produce so quickly and effortlessly. 

Brian couldn't take it. The desire and fear in her eyes were an intoxicating combination. He wanted her love, but it would come in time, she just had to realize it. Pushing one finger into her, he asked "Don't make me ask again, Anne." He looked from the road long enough to pierce her with a fierce look. Brian had to grit his teeth at the unexpected tightness of her cunt. She was squeezing just the one finger so hard he could barely get it in; he'd have to prepare her for a while before she could take all of his cock. The thought alone stirred his cock and had it pulsing against his jeans.

Gasping, Anne tried to grasp at a coherent thought, much less say a coherent sentence! 

"Ahh... you... you," she breathed out. She just needed one more finger, a little faster, harder...

Seeing an empty parking lot ahead, Brian got into the second lane and pulled over into the lot. Parking the car he turned to Anne. He adjusted his hand and plunged two fingers into her slick cunt. She was so wet that he slid in easily and started to work a third finger into her, stretching her, preparing her for him. "Say my name, Anne. Tell me who's touching you. Who is the only man that can touch you." He grabbed her ass and held her up to his mouth, her legs still spread, one on the dashboard, and one behind his seat. Brian bent his head and blew across her heated flesh, exciting her further and hinting at what was to come. 

"Say my name, Anne," he demanded with a growl before he started rimming her clit with his tongue like he had earlier with his fingers.

Panting, trying to breathe, much less speak, Anne gasped out, "You, Brian. Ahh... only you! Brian... please!" 

At her words Brian stopped teasing her and took her sensitive nub right between his teeth and bit down gently. 

Anne couldn't understand the sensations running through her. Brian shouldn't be able to do this to me, I hate him... or do I... arrg, I know I do but... 

And then she couldn't think anymore because Brian chose that moment to start tongue fucking her. He was sticking his talented tongue as far into her cunt as he could and the pleasure was killing her.

She was so sweet. The best thing he had ever tasted. He knew he'd never get enough of her. Brian had to grip her hips as she started wriggling; trying to fight off the orgasm that she was on the brink of falling into. He gave her no choice. Holding her in place, Brian seized her clit with his mouth and started sucking on her mercilessly.

Anne was moaning and letting out little whimpers that were driving Brian crazy. Soon, he promised himself, very soon I'll take her. Concentrating on her clit, he plunged his fingers into her cunt and started a rhythmic thrusting and sucking that pushed Anne over the edge.

Brian had never seen a more beautiful sight as Anne threw her head back, breasts unwittingly thrust up in the air, her long chestnut-colored hair cascading down her back, her eyes glazed with lust and the cry she let out as she rolled her hips up at him, milking his fingers for every last drop of pleasure that he could giver her.

Desire and confusion were in her eyes when she came back down and looked at him. Embarrassed over what had just happened, Anne looked away and situated herself back into the seat, facing the windshield. 

He wanted to know what she was thinking, did she realize yet that there was no way he could let her go. Did she want to leave him? Brian reached over and grabbed her chin with his hand.

Making her look at him, Brian brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked off her juices, seeing her gaze flare with a renewed arousal. With a crazed and territorial look, Brian reminder her, "you're mine Anne. Nothing you can do will change that. I love you, Anne." Staring at her he waited to say the words back, but when the words never came he demanded, "Tell me you love me, Anne." There was a warning in his gaze that he wanted to be convinced, or else there may be punishment.

Anne was trying to take everything in. Emotions were ripping through her that she didn't want to analyze. He was the first man to touch her and give her an orgasm. She hated him, hated that it was him that was her first in this area. But she was confused about the tender feelings she also felt for him. She loathed how he thought he could take her because he wanted to; dictated how her life was going to be. Anne may feel something for her captor but it certainly wasn't love she told herself. 

"I love you Brian," she whispered as she reached over and took his hand, trying to show some kind of affection. She stroked the back of his hand and entangled their fingers like he had at the beginning of the ride. Remembering the escape plan, she reminded him "Why don't we head to my apartment and get my... bags," she choked out, pretending to be compliant.

Brian tightened his fingers around hers and started the car. Pulling out of the parking lot, he headed to Anne's apartment, never expecting her plan to escape...



The Nanny Ch. 02



I returned to university the week before the start of classes. I was going to be a part-time nanny for John and Cathy, and we felt it best that I get comfortable before the frantic registration week.

I'd been in regular email contact with Cathy, and knew they would meet me at the train station. I was so excited to be returning that I must have spent half the trip in the bathroom, masturbating. John, a university professor, was widely believed to be the sexiest man on campus; and Cathy was simply the most beautiful woman I'd ever met. If that wasn't enough, I was pretty certain that they both wanted to make love to me. Last time I'd met them, I'd been interviewing for the nanny position and had been trying to make the sort of impression I expected they wanted. This time, I wanted to get their attention. My short blonde hair was in curls, makeup subdued but carefully applied, my 32-B breasts in a push-up bra under a low-cut blouse to show them at their best, a short skirt barely hiding white lace panties, and stiletto heels to accentuate my legs -- though I could never hope they'd look as good as Cathy's.

When we stopped at the platform, I could see both John and Cathy waiting, with their toddler, Kevin, in a stroller. I grabbed my shoulder bag and let the conductor hand me down from the car, as he casually looked up my skirt. As John took my bag with one hand and hugged me with the other, planting a kiss on my cheek, I casually let my left hand brush his crotch. He grinned as he drew back, but just said "Hi Christie, welcome back."

Then Cathy had me in an embrace. Just as when we'd parted four months ago, she kissed me full on the lips -- but this time, when her tongue darted forth, I opened my lips and kissed her back deeply. We broke off and she stepped back, a little flushed. I looked at them both. John with his dark wavy hair, muscular looks, ready smile -- and now with a bulge in the front of his pants. Cathy with her waist-length black hair, slightly Eurasian features, and the most beautiful tits and longest legs I'd ever seen. Though she was slightly shorter than me, she'd more than made up the difference with heels 2" taller than mine, and her skirt was shorter and blouse lower. Even in her 5th month of pregnancy, and showing noticeably, she looked gorgeous.

"Welcome back, Christie -- is this all you have?" she asked.

"No, I have a big trunk that should be coming along any moment. Let's have a seat while we wait for it -- your back must be killing you. Are you sure you should be wearing those heels at this point?" 

"Whose nanny are you anyway?" she laughed. 

"I'm Kevin's nanny -- and yours if you need it!"

John laughed, and said, "I hope you can pull it off. She won't listen to me."

As Cathy took a seat, she said, "You're right. I shouldn't wear heels, but I wanted to look good for you. I am going to have to stop wearing shoes like this, though."

I bent down to Kevin's level and looked him in the eye. "Hi, Kevin, do you remember me?"

He just hid his head in his hands and giggled. At 18 months, I knew he had some vocabulary, but I also knew he wouldn't remember me, as we'd met only once almost a quarter of his life ago.

"Well, I'm Christie, and I'm going to help your Mommy and Daddy look after you for a while."

We chatted for a while about the past summer, waiting for my luggage. Despite their welcome, there was a tension in the air -- and strangely it didn't seem to be over me. Both of them would chat happily to me, but they didn't seem to be talking to each other. I wasn't sure what was going on, but they still seemed to want me -- in all senses of the word -- so I figured it would work out.

When the baggage handlers brought in my trunk, John's eyes goggled. 

"No wonder, you only needed ONE piece of luggage!"

"Oh, really, it's not that bad. After all, I knew I didn't need the kitchen sink. Besides which: it's got wheels! It's not even full, and the rest is almost entirely clothes."

"Oh, yes. Women and clothes..."

"OK, I admit that there's a bit more fabric in most of my outfits than the ones I've seen Cathy wear."

Now it was Cathy's turn to sputter: "Not ALL my outfits are skimpy, you know!"

John agreed. "Absolutely! You should see the dress she wore to her grandmother's funeral -- which she still has -- it reached almost to the knee!"

"But it was VERY heavy," Cathy almost pleaded, "and it showed no cleavage at all."

We all laughed, and John and Cathy shared a smile for the first time since I'd arrived. Then John suggested I take my shoulder bag back, Cathy could take Kevin, and he'd handle the trunk. Cathy and I simultaneously started a chorus of "Macho, macho, man", but burst into giggles as we realized we'd had the same thought. With an exaggerated air of wounded pride, John stalked off to get the trunk, as Cathy and I walked, arms around each other, to the exit.

"I hope we're not going to try to get that trunk into John's BMW!"

"No," said Cathy, "I have a Volvo wagon. Though, we might have to leave the hatch open..."

In the end, the trunk didn't even fill the back of the wagon. As he rolled it into the back of the car, John exclaimed "Thank the gods, I'm a citizen of the 21st century! Mankind invented the wheel thousands of years ago, but it took until the end of the 20th to put them on the luggage."

"Oh, big deal, tough guy! I had to get that trunk TO the train station."

"You did not?" he said, with amazement.

"OK, you're right," I admitted, "Daddy did it."

"Ah-hah! I knew it." and we all laughed again.

When we arrived back at my new home, I helped John lug the trunk upstairs, where I had a room with ensuite bathroom next to Kevin's (the master bedroom being on the main floor), then Cathy sent him back down to start the barbecue for dinner, saying that she'd help me unpack. We enjoyed ourselves checking out my clothes -- Cathy exclaiming when she realized we had the same shoe size. She said that, since I wasn't going to let her wear heels for the rest of the year, I could borrow any I wanted, and I offered her the use of any of my clothes that I wasn't currently wearing. 

"But if you pop off any buttons, I expect you to sew them back on!"

She looked at my chest critically, and sadly announced: "Yes, you can borrow my clothes too, but I suppose I'll have to show you where the safety pins are." We roared with laughter, but then Cathy squealed "I need to use your bathroom!" and ran for the door.

When she came back, she sheepishly admitted that you could never be far from a bathroom when you were pregnant, and you couldn't afford to laugh too hard, if the bathroom was more than three steps away! Just then, John called us down for dinner.

Over dinner, the tension returned. I couldn't understand what it was about, but Cathy and John barely even looked at each other. John and I talked about Chemistry (his field) and wine (mine!), and he told me that if I didn't like the Viognier we were drinking (Cathy, virtuously sticking to water), he'd be happy to let me stock his wine racks while I was with them. I said that the wine was great, but I jumped at the chance to choose for him -- as a student of Oenology, I couldn't actually afford to drink many of the wines I studied.

As the conversation petered out, and Cathy didn't seem to be showing any interest in joining in, I decided that it was probably best to leave them alone. 

Truthfully, I announced, "I had to get up very early this morning, so thanks for everything, but I'm ready for bed."

"OK, Christie, sleep well. You should know that John probably won't be here when you get up -- he's catching a plane for Toronto early in the morning, and he'll be gone for three days, doing something at the U of T."

"Oh, that's too bad, John. I'm sure Cathy and I can use the time to get to know each other, though. Have a safe trip."

*****

The next morning, I woke to the sound of raised voices, then the door slamming. I looked at the clock and it was 5 a.m. I shuffled downstairs to the kitchen, just wearing an oversized T-shirt. As I got there, I heard a soft snuffling.

"Cathy? Are you alright?"

She turned to look at me, with tears on her cheeks and her eyes puffy and red. She was dressed like me, but as always her T-shirt was shorter and showed more cleavage. 

"Oh, sorry, did we wake you? It's nothing really, it's just silly."

Cathy turned away from me, but her shoulders heaved.

"What is it?"

"Ohhhh... I'm fat and I'm ugly, and John doesn't even want to have sex with me, even when he's going away for a week." she wailed.

I stepped up behind her and hugged her. 

"Cathy, you're not fat, you're not ugly, and it's only three days", I said as I looked over her shoulder at her fantastic tits.

I put my hands on her expanding belly. "This is not fat -- you're taut as a drum!"

Moving my hands up her abdomen, I cupped her enormous, beautiful breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra, and they felt incredible. "These," I exclaimed, "are the finest jugs I've ever seen! I weep to think I'll never have tits like yours." I felt her nipples harden beneath my palms.

Then, still cupping her left breast, I moved my right hand down to her thigh. "And this is only half of a pair, of the longest, most unbelievable legs, in existence. Including Tina Turner's at her prime!"

Cathy's breath was coming in short gasps, now. I dragged my thumb up the inside of her thigh, under her T-shirt, to her panties.

"Ah-ah-are y-y-you c-c-coming on to me..." she stammered.

I whispered into her ear, "am I being too subtle?" as I hooked the band of her panties with my thumb and then slid two fingers under, to her already moistening vulva.

"No!"

If I was in any doubt whether that was an answer to my question, or a demand to stop, she twisted towards me and kissed me deeply. It seemed an eternity -- our hands roving over each other's bodies -- our lips locked, and tongues entwined -- that we stood there. When we broke off, both breathing heavily, I felt as if I'd never been kissed before. 

She looked at me, with her Mona Lisa smile, and said "Come back to bed with me."

Taking me by the hand, she dragged me down the hall to her bedroom. We kissed again at the door, then again as we stood by the bed. Finally, she reached down and pulled my T-shirt over my head. 

I reached to do the same for her, but Cathy pushed me back on the bed, just as she had in my fantasy four months ago. Her hands roamed up my thighs, then teased gently at the lips of my freshly-shaved pussy. She moved up above me, slowly working her fingers into my now soaking slit as she drew her shirt over her head, showing me her beautiful breasts and large dark nipples, exactly as I'd imagined them. 

"You want these, don't you?" echoed the voice of my fantasy.

"Ohhh, yes! Please..."

I moaned, fingering my own nipples . Cathy bent down over me, giving me her right nipple. Reaching up, I fondled both breasts while taking the nipple between my lips. I rolled my tongue around it, no longer marvelling at it's size -- it was as if I'd already done this. She knelt upright again, giving me a chance to do what I'd wanted to do months ago. I ran my hands up her thighs, and gently pulled down her tiny panties. As she lifted first one knee and then the other to free them, I got a close look at her own shaved sex, already dripping with juices. 

I wanted to taste her, but as I reached to draw her towards me, she slithered out of my grasp, sliding down the bed until her face was above my lower lips.

"I've been wanting to taste you all summer!"

"Me, too," I gasped, as her tongue touched my swollen button. "I 've -- ohhh -- hardly been able to think of anything else -- aahhh! -- for months." The touch of her tongue and fingers was electric. As two fingers parted my labia, and her tongue and lips lashed my clit, tremors began to race through my body. Her skilled fingers spread me wider, and I stretched my legs to accommodate. As the tension built, and it was all I could do not to cry out, two things happened at once. Cathy slipped the index finger of one hand inside the rosebud of my asshole, while the fingers of her other found my G-spot. While I knew I could take more than one finger up my ass -- I'd had my favorite vibrator there often over the last few months -- nobody else had ever penetrated me there. The sensations were unbelievable. Suddenly I came in waves as I reached a simultaneous vaginal and clitoral climax. Cum began to squirt from my pussy, and Cathy lapped it up.

"Ohmigod, Cathy" I gasped, when I could finally connect two thoughts again. "How did you do that -- I've never come like that before in my life."

"Your very young life, Miss Christie. I'll show you much more if you stick around."

"Trust me, I'm sticking -- but right now, it's your turn. I need to eat you." 

"Yes, Nanny, whatever you say." 

Cathy started to slide up above me, but I wasn't having any of that. I grabbed her shoulders and threw her over on her back, quickly straddling her hips. 

"Oh no, you don't! I'm not letting you have all the fun. I'm in control now."

We wrestled a bit, but I was bigger and had her pinned -- besides which, I'm pretty sure she was letting me win! I leaned forward and kissed her hard, plunging my tongue deep insider her mouth, tasting deeply of my own juices. As she responded, I tweaked her nipples in turn, startlingly a little shriek from her each time. When she tried to respond in kind, I caught her wrists and pinned them above her head, inspiring her to try to catch my tit in her teeth. I arched my back away from her and laughed.

"Haha, old lady. You'll never catch my taut young breasts like that. I don't have saggy tits like some here."

Cathy snarled at me playfully. "Ungrateful child! After all I just did for you."

I spun around, catching her forearms beneath my legs before she had a chance to move. I looked down at her, between my legs, trying in vain to reach my cunt with her tongue. I kneaded her huge, wonderful, not remotely saggy, breasts, as she wriggled beneath me, unable to make contact, with either hands or mouth.

"Now spread your legs for Nanny. Show me that delectable pussy." 

She did as I ordered, and I stroked the length of her slit. 

"Wider."

She tried, and her thighs started to quiver.

"Wider."

Her thighs were trembling now, and I reached down to push them even further apart, then lowered my head to her mound, licking downward to spread her lips with my tongue. She moaned softly, completely captive and unable to prevent me having my way with her. As I licked and nibbled, I began to probe her vagina with first one, then two, fingers. As she writhed beneath me, I sucked hard on her clit, only to release it with a snap. Her hips bucked, and my hand began to move faster, in and out of her pussy. I could feel the tension building in her, her moans interspersed with sobs of futility as she tried to lift her head far enough to tongue me. I added a third, and then a fourth finger, plunging into her sopping box until I forgot about her hands and she slipped one loose and grasped my thigh, pulling my once again throbbing clit to her hungry mouth. As her lips found my hot button, I plunged my own tongue deep into her love channel. Our orgasms came simultaneously -- Cathy's scream muffled by my thighs, but my own seemed loud enough to wake Kevin upstairs.

Finally, spent -- and still hearing no sound from Kevin -- I wrapped my arms around Cathy and we fell back to sleep for what was left of the night.



The Nanny Ch. 03



All Anne could think about was getting away. Her feelings were in turmoil but knew she had to get away for her own sanity.

"Just make it to the apartment... a few more minutes," she repeated in her head.

They pulled up to her building and Brian looked over at her. God she's beautiful, he thought, wishing that she felt the same intense love that he had for her. Time, in time... But now, for her own protection, he had to remind her of an important rule. Threading his fingers through her hair he wrapped it around his hand and suddenly jerked her head towards him. Looking at her with a serious expression he warned, "Do not try to run away or call out for any kind of help. Understand, Anne?" 

When she wouldn't answer he tugged on her hair to get her response. "Do you understand me, Anne? You will be punished and I don't want to have to hurt you."

With a defeated and resigned expression, Anne slowly nodded her head and whispered out, "Yes."

Leaning towards her, Brian pulled her closer and couldn't stop himself from tasting her. He felt her trembling in both desire and fear which was just as arousing as her unique flavor. Nibbling at her bottom lip like had wanted to do earlier; he then started to apply pressure with his tongue and licking her lips, seeking entrance into her mouth. Sighing, Anne finally opened for him and accepted his kiss. Sweeping in Brian took total control; he stroked every part of her, learning every curve. 

He was making her crazy. His kisses were aggressive but gentle, a combination that had her breathless and clinging to him. Suddenly her hands lifted from her sides and were on his body, sliding up to cup his face and run her hands through his hair.

Gasping, Brian pulled back and looked at Anne, hair mussed, lips swollen, and eyes glazed with passion; she was stunning he thought. This is how she should always look, he mused.

Oh my god, Anne thought, what the hell is wrong with me. I am so messed up, I basically attacked him. She looked away and put a hand over her eyes in an attempt to regain her composure. 

Getting angry over her obvious embarrassment at returning his kiss, Brian opened his door and went around to open hers before he did something rash. Pulling her up and out of the car, he walked them swiftly to the door so that they could get in and out of her apartment quickly.

"Remember to be good, Anne," he murmured softly, reaching out and tangling their hands together.

They reached the elevator and Brian put a possessive arm around Anne in front of the other passengers to show his ownership.

Once they reached her floor, Brian hurried her out of the elevator and into her apartment. "Hurry up and get anything you need for now. I'll have someone come and pack up everything later." 

Anne nodded, "I'll just, ah, go to the bathroom real quick and, um, pack up some st-stuff..." When he just stood there and looked at her with the same intense stare, Anne hurried to the bathroom, where escape was possible.

She heard him call out, "Leave the door open, I'll go see if there's any clothing I want you to bring with you." His tone broached no argument.

Hurrying to the bathroom, Anne left the door half open, and thought of the best way to escape. The window was her salvation. She could fit through it and step out onto the steel fire-escape and run down the steps to freedom.

She could hear the sound of rustling clothing in the other room and figured that Brian was picking out things he thought to make her parade around in front of him in. Yea right, she huffed to herself.

It was then that she became emboldened to go to the window and start to slowly slide it upwards. Anne looked back at the doorway, seeing it empty; she put on leg out the window and onto the fire-escape. She was straddling the window, half in and half out of the apartment, when Brian walked in with some of her lingerie.

Taking advantage of his shock over her obvious escape attempt, Anne tried to swing her other leg through so that she could make good her escape. However, his shock only held him immobile for a second. She almost had her second foot out the window when Brian lunged forward and grabbed her around the ankle.

Anne could see the street from the fire-escape. Freedom was so close and she almost screamed for help when Brian pulled something from his jacket.

Steadily aiming the gun at her chest, Brian calmly asked, "Would you like to come back in, Anne? I believe you have been very bad." He tugged on her leg until she back through the window and grabbed her by the hair so that she couldn't get away. Almost dragging her by his tight hold on her hair, Brian didn't let go till he got Anne into her bedroom.

Brian no longer was as calm as he had been as he crossed the room to sit in one of her chairs. Angry and breathing heavy he barked out orders, "Take off your clothes, Anne, and then come stand in front of me." When she just stood there Brian got furious and pointed the gun at her, "Now, Anne." But she was too scared to move, and Brian finally got too angry to wait. Placing the gun on the vanity, he stalked toward her. 

Seeing him put the gun down, Anne dove for it and of course he captured her before she even came near it.

Brian caught her before she was close to the vanity and back handed her so hard that she dazedly stumbled backwards. Stepping forwards while she was still reeling from his blow, Brian ripped her shirt to shreds and used the scraps to tie her hands in front of her. He didn't stop there, not until he divested her of every piece of clothing from her body.

He was enraged that she tried to leave him, but still hated that he'd have to punish her. It's for her own good, he consoled himself, she has to learn.

Pushing her towards the chair, he quickly sat down and tripped her so that she was sprawled across his lap. Anne had come out of her stunned-state and was squirming, trying to get free.

Terrified of what he meant to do, Anne tried to plead with him, "Pl-please Brian... I'm s-ssorry. I promise not to disobey you again. Let's go home." She struggled to look up back at him, but he wouldn't let her.

"No, Anne. I told you that you would be punished if you tried to escape. I have to do this, for your own good. You have to learn that you can't leave me." With that Brian started to palm her naked buttocks.

Beginning to realize what he meant to do, Anne started, "No, no wait, Brian..." But it was too late because his hand had already come down hard on her backside.

Screaming out in pain, Anne begged Brian to stop. "You must learn, Anne. You're mine. Never, never can you leave me," he said as he kept raining blows on her backside, each one harder than the last. 

In a fog, the pain slowly started to become a tender burn that sparked an arousal in her. Seeing her begin to squirm on him lap in pleasure and try to grind her clit on his leg, like he knew she eventually would, Brian trailed his fingers down to her cunt. It had become pink and puffy, her juices leaking down her legs.

Running a finger over her pussy lips, he said, "My, my, what's this we have? I see my little slut enjoys this. Hmm, that's not going to do, you enjoying your punishment. I see my little whore must be punished yet again."

Brian picked Anne up and put her limp body on the bed. Face up and center, he crawled over her and secured her bound hands to a bed-spoke above her head. This left her open to anything he wanted, her breasts thrust up like an offering, begging for his touch. Slowly, she was coming down from her haze of arousal and was looking at him a bit more clearly. Leaping off the bed, Brian quickly stripped off his clothes and moved to lie on top of his beauty.

Once his naked body made contact with hers, his cock positioned at her entrance, she tried to twist and turn away from him. However with her hands bound up and over her head, all she was doing was rubbing her cunt up and down his cock, mimicking the act that she was scared of.

Seeing the fear on her face, Brian chuckled. "No, little one, we won't be doing that right now. You'll be my little virgin for one more night. But I still have to punish you for enjoying your punishment. Hmmm, what should I do?" he asked. The gleam in his eye said that he knew exactly what he was going to do, and that she probably wouldn't like it.

Slowly, Brian started to crawl up Anne's body until he was straddling her chest. This was the first time that Anne got a good look at a real cock, and it was scary. It was huge, bigger than any she'd seen in the dirty movies she masturbated to, with a thick plum head that had turned a purple-red color. 

While sitting on her chest, Brian ran his hand up and down his cock, masturbating right in front of her face. Calmly he started, "I want to feel your mouth around me, Anne. You'll take me how I want it. Hard. Fast. Deep. Whatever I want. Understand?" He figured making her touch him when she didn't want to would be a good punishment for her, but really he was just desperate for her touch.

"I-I've never done this, Brian. Please, just untie me. You could leave and we'd forget about all this..." She trailed off as his eyes started to get a crazed look in them.

She wants to leave, she doesn't want you, a voice was saying in his head, make her, she is yours, make her understand. 

Her admission of never having done this to another man aroused him until his cock became impossibly and painfully harder. However, her words sparked a madness in him that made it impossible for him to not claim her mouth. Her continual denial of him had to be stopped.

Ignoring her mewls of protest; Brian set his cock against her lips, and twined his hands in her hair to hold her head steady. "Open up for me, Anne. Let me fuck my mouth. Every part of you belongs to me, you cannot deny me."

When she continued to deny him entrance, he reached behind him and twisted one of her nipples, hard. When she opened her mouth to scream he plunged his cock into her moist heat.

Tugging her hair, he leaned down and whispered, "And if I feel any of your pretty teeth..." He trailed off menacingly, letting her know that if she hurt him, he'd hurt her.

Palming her head in his hands, he rooted his hands in her hair and started the pump his cock in and out of her mouth, feeding her a bit of his cock at a time. When she wasn't sucking or licking him, he got furious and thrust all the way in to the back of her throat, cutting off her air.

Struggling for breath, her moans felt amazing against his cock. Pulling all the way out so that she could breath again, he warned, "Suck and lick me. Love my cock, Anne. If you don't I will find pleasure one way or the other in your mouth. And if you don't pleasure me in you mouth, I will finish there anyway and then go down and rape your ass. Would you like that?" he purred.

Shaking her head, Anne murmured "Let me pleasure you Brian. I-I love your cock." Trying to please him so that he didn't choke her on his cock again, she leaned forward and started to lick and nibble on the thick knob.

Sighing in satisfaction, Brian started to push into her again. This time he could feel her talented little tongue swiping over his cock, she was becoming quite the little cock sucker. The thought that he was the only one that had and would ever fuck her mouth was a heady one that aroused him that much more.

Anne started moaning around his cock, acting as if she really did love his cock in her mouth, as if she wanted more of him. The vibrations of her moans made it impossible for him to hold back, he started pumping in and out of her mouth hard and fast. He kept nudging the back of her throat, but this time she started breathing through her nose and relaxed like he told her to.

Brian was on the verge of coming, before he did he gritted out, "Drink all of me Anne, or I'll be forced to punish you yet again."

Not wishing for another punishment, Anne made sure she swallowed every drop of cum. As he slowed his thrusts, Anne slid her tongue all over his member, cleaning him and getting every bit of cum he had.

Brian smiled down at her as he cupped her face. Wordlessly he traveled back down her body to where he pleasantly found her soaked with her own juices.

"My little slut," he said lovingly, "I see we have a mess down here." Brian wasted no time in cleaning her up. He dipped his head and dove right for her clit. He licked each fold, lapping up all of her liquid. She was delicious and he knew he'd never get enough of her.

Anne started squirming, this time not to get away from him. She was pressing her cunt into his face and grinding against him for any kind of contact he could give her. When he started tongue fucking her, she exploded into a million pieces.

Contentedly, Brian kept on licking her pussy and the creases of her thighs, almost in an attempt to help her calm down.

Anne didn't know what to think. She was so embarrassed by the events that occurred after her failed escape attempt. Spanked and forced to pleasure Brian had been degrading, but oh so pleasurable. She couldn't even hate Brian for leaving her as a mass of quivering, turned-on flesh. Even though he "punished" her, he saw to it that she eventually found pleasure in his arms. As she looked down at him through hooded eyes, she was scared of the tender feeling she was developing for him. 

Just as she was about to speak, he started sucking on her clit again. It took no time for him to work her up into an aroused frenzy and then she was cumming all over again. But Brian never stopped sucking on her heated flesh.

But no sooner had the orgasm ripped through her than had Brian tossed her into another one.

Her folds were so sensitive that just blowing on her cunt caused her to have another orgasm. Brain continued to lick, suck, and nibble on her cunt, and all she could do was moan and pant.

"Brian, please, oh god, it's too much..." she pleaded.

Replacing his tongue with his rough fingers, he looked up at her. Flushed face, plump lips from her nibbling teeth, and glazed over eyes that were bright with desire, desire for him. "I can't stop Anne. I have to touch you." With all the talking over with in his mind, he tilted his head back down and started licking each fold.

Losing count of her orgasms, Anne floated in a hazy sea of arousal, until she passed out from all the pleasure. 

When she woke up, she was in a huge bed with black silk sheets, and Brian spooning behind her.

What am I to do now? She wondered.



The Nanny Ch. 03



When the alarm woke us at 7, Cathy kissed me hungrily, but then pulled back and looked at me seriously.

"Wake up, sleepyhead. Unless you want to spend the day babysitting, Kevin, I need to introduce you to the staff at the daycare, so that you can pick him up in the afternoons. And, I'm a poor helpless woman of great girth, who could use some help in the shower."

"Great girth, indeed. These wondrous tits are easily 40 inches across!" I said, caressing them both.

"Not those, idiot! My belly!"

"Bah! You're barely even 5 months pregnant. Though, I'll be happy to help you in the shower, anyway."

"Well, hurry, then. I need to be at work by 8:30, so no more time for games."

"Awwww," I pouted.

"Sorry, but we have two whole nights to play before John comes home. So cheer up. Now... my back needs scrubbing." Cathy slipped out of bed and headed for the bathroom.

"Wow! The view from this side is almost as good as the other."

Cathy laughed, and wiggled her fine ass to the bathroom. I gave her time to pee, then as I heard the shower turned on, I hopped up and ran to help. 

"About time you got here, Nanny. I can't reach my back."

I started to lather up her back, while Cathy worked shampoo into her waist-length hair. Striving to do a good job, I worked my way down her back, careful to get every inch. Working my sudsy fingers down her butt-crack, I reached around to cup her left breast. 

Breathing heavily, Cathy panted, "I ... thought ... I said ... no time ... for play."

I slid my lower hand further, between her thighs, and murmured in her ear, "I thought you might be having difficulty reaching these parts, too".

She turned to me, "Please... I need to be at work on time, but I promise to come home as early as possible."

"Oh, you're such a spoilsport. We can find five minutes."

"No! Seriously."

I pushed her back to the wall of the shower, and kissed her hard, caressing her breasts. Just as she started to respond, I drew back, taunting: "Sorry, no time!"

"Ooh, you big tease. I love you dearly and want you always, but already I can see there are times that a big cock is just easier and more satisfying."

We finished up without too many more interruptions, and got Kevin fed and ready for day-care. After a quick breakfast ourselves, we bundled Kevin into his car seat and set off. After introductions, and signed authorizations that I was permitted to pick up Kevin in his parent's place, Cathy got back in her car, while I opted to walk the five blocks back to the house. 

Before she left, she rolled down the window and I leaned in. Cathy grabbed me quickly, and kissed me hard. "Soon!" and then she was gone.

* * *

I spent the rest of the day getting ready for the start of school, except for a quick trip to a friend's where I'd left my bicycle for the summer, and then downtown to a store I knew. Cathy called in the early afternoon to tell me that she could be home by 4, and that she'd pick Kevin up on the way. 

"Don't worry, he won't be interested in what we're doing!"

When Cathy arrived home, I heard the garage door open, and quickly finished my preparations. As she opened the door into the kitchen, I stood there waiting, wearing only a black lace teddy, and a pair of Cathy's tallest black pumps. 

Kevin was holding Cathy's hand as he stood on the step up from the garage.

"Nanny!" he cried, running to me and hugging my bare legs.

"Hi Kevin, you remember me!" I said, with surprise.

Cathy shone her enigmatic smile at the two of us, and then told Kevin to go to the living room and play with his firetruck. As he toddled off, she looked me up and down.

"Oh, Christie, you look good enough to eat." 

"I'll hold you to that."

She stepped in close, looking up at me, now. Since I'd forbidden her to wear heels in her condition, I had a six inch height advantage. I took her head in my hands and leaned down to kiss her lips. Cathy melted into me as our lips touched, opened, and tongues entwined. Unlike our previous encounters, there was no frenzy, no hunger, just two lovers exploring each other. We kissed and caressed each others bodies for five minutes, before Cathy groaned and pulled away.

"I'd love to do that all night, but I need to get off my feet."

"Your bath is prepared -- go and get ready, and I'll put Kevin in his play pen and join you in a moment."

A couple of minutes later, with Kevin happily playing with his truck in the play pen in the living room, I entered the master bedroom. Cathy was just finishing undressing, bent over her bed with her ass exposed to me in all its glory. I stared at her as if I'd never seen her before. I couldn't believe my luck, that such a person had entered my life. 

Hearing me enter, Cathy turned to me and gave me that smile again. I melted as she lifted my teddy revealing first my shaved pussy, then my belly, and finally my small, firm, tits. As she lifted it over my head, her mouth came to a nipple and tongued it gently but firmly. I grasped her head, and held her to me for a moment, but then pulled back a little.

"Welcome home, sweetheart."

"Oh, Christie, I need you so much!"

"But first, you need a bath!"

Taking her hand, I led her to the bathroom, where the whirlpool tub was humming gently. Kicking off the shoes, I stepped into the bubble-filled tub, then helped her in. I sat down and pulled her down to me, leaning her back against my breasts. I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tight. 

"Christie, darling, this is heaven."

We sat there relaxing for a few minutes, before I reached for the soap and started to wash her carefully, from top to bottom. When I had her clean, I told her to sit up, stood, and placed myself in front of her.

"Now, what did you say about 'good enough to eat'?"

I thrust my pussy at her face. As I moved forward, she was forced to rest her head on the edge of the tub, looking up at my nether lips.

I lowered myself to her face.

"Now, eat me, love. Show me how much you need me."

Cathy raised her hands to stroke my inner thighs, as her tongue caressed my clit.

"Oooh, that's it baby. Eat me. Ohhh -- more ... that's it, oh, yes..."

I took her finger from my cunt, brought the hand to my face, and sucked on it, as I looked at her lying beneath me, eyes closed, sucking hungrily.

"That's my girl. Oh, yes," as the hand I wasn't holding inserted three fingers into my cunt. As she nibbled my button, she began thrusting faster and faster with her hand. Taking back the hand I was licking, she reached around and pushed her index finger up my ass. That was all it took.

"Oh God, I'm coming!! Aahhhhhhhhh!"

When I came, my juices flowed like a waterfall. Quickly, Cathy's face was drenched, though she was lapping up as much as she could. I collapsed back into the tub with a splash.

Cathy just lay back with a contented smile, playing with my pussy with her big toe.

We lay there for a few minutes, luxuriating in the warmth, the bubbles, and the caressing jets. When I stood, Cathy started to rise too. 

"You just lie there for a while, love. I'll dry off, and then help you."

"It's wonderful being so pampered," she sighed. 

"Pampered? Is that what it's called? Anyway, I thought you were doing all the work -- and doing it VERY well, I might add. Thank you."

"Don't be silly, Christie. You don't need to thank me for anything. But... I wonder what I'm going to do about John?"

"Now, it's my turn -- don't be silly! Surely, you're not thinking 'this changes everything; I have to dump John'? It's not 'what am I going to do about John', it's 'what are WE going to do' -- and I have an idea."

"Oh! What?", she sat up suddenly.

"Never you mind. We have two whole days to ourselves before he comes back, and we'll talk about it later. I promise you, though, that I won't do anything without your complete support."

"How, on earth, did you come into my life, Christie?"

"I believe a certain horny professor was looking for a certain type of horny co-ed..."

"Oh, yes, that." We laughed.

"You know, you were the first person to respond to our ad?"

"That's not surprising -- I was getting pretty desperate to find a place to live for this term, and I was at the housing office before the doors opened. I wouldn't be surprised if a certain horny professor wasn't lurking, watching to see just who was that anxious! I was getting worried that I'd have to take up my friend Jill's offer -- which was a little awkward. Jill was my first woman-on-woman experience, and it convinced me that I wasn't at all attracted to women. The sex was great, but I kept alternating between wishing she was a guy -- or at least that she had a cock -- and thinking that 'I've got toys that can do that...' And then, last April, you kissed me...".

"So now you think you're a Lesbian?"

"NO! ... I don't know. I only know... I love YOU."

"Oh, Christie, you're so refreshingly young. I know you're not much younger than me, but six or seven years makes all the difference, sometimes. I'm pretty sure I'm heterosexual, too. Look at TV ads; watch porn; who turns you on? For me, 99 times out of a hundred, it's a man. When John suggested getting a nanny, I honestly thought I wanted you for the help! It's not like the sex was a surprise -- we had talked about sharing another person even before we were married, and we'd decided we'd alternate between a man and a woman. John was even decent enough to let me choose our first, male, partner. He had right of refusal -- if you're going to do something like that, everybody has to want it -- but I chose the guy, and John agreed that it would, at least, be an interesting experience. In fact, we all had fun until he moved away for a post-doc. So, when he wanted to bring you in as a nanny, I thought we'd all have sex, it would be fun, and 'with luck' you would be happy to stay with us for a term, or even a whole school year. But what I really wanted was somebody to help with Kevin, because one kid was 'motherhood' and two is already beginning to feel like a chore, and she isn't even born!

"Now, already, I'm scared that you'll ever leave us..."

"Cathy, I told you, I love you. I don't know if I even believe in love at first sight, but I was caught when you first kissed me. As long as we can work things out with John, and I really think we can, I'm with you as long as you'll have me."

I reached down to help her out of the tub, wrapping her in the bath sheet as she stood. Her eyes roamed the length of my body, and she said, "I can't believe my nanny has such a glorious body!"

"Come on! Next to you, I have no tits and my legs are stumps!"

"Sweetie, I admit, I have bounteous bosoms, but they're strictly time-limited. One day, possibly soon, they'll just be these enormous dangly things. Your body is lithe, and tight, and ... God, I think I'm going to come again...

She sagged into my arms. She was faking it ... I think.

As I toweled her dry, Kevin started to cry.

"OK," I said, "I know I'm the nanny, but I'm working on supper -- so YOU have to change his diaper, and I'll finish dinner!"

"Deal," Cathy said, "I don't even remember advertising for a cook!"

"Just wrap a towel around your hair, and I'll brush it out for you when you finish with Kevin."

I put on John's bath-robe, kissed her slowly and headed for the kitchen.

* * * 

Dinner was a spatchcocked chicken, miniature potatoes, baby carrots and green beans, with a spinach-pear-blue cheese salad, and a Marlborough Pinot Noir for me and soda water for Cathy. Both of us dressed only in bathrobes... Afterwards, we put Kevin to bed. 

"What story do you want, Kevin?", Cathy asked.

"Nanny! Nanny!"

"Oh, I think he wants you to read it," Cathy's face collapsed.

I kissed her lips, gently: "You're being silly again. I'm just a novelty to him. I plan to be around long enough to seriously challenge you for motherhood rights, but he doesn't know that, yet."

"You're right, sorry."

"Kevin, how about I read you a story, then Mommy reads you one? Two stories! What would you like me to read?"

"abacadadabebewebewe!"

"What?"

Cathy laughingly handed me a much abused book. It had obviously been in the bathtub at least once, chewed on frequently, and was clearly a great favorite.

"I think this is what he wants."

Before Cathy had finished her story, Kevin was fast asleep.

Later, we sat in the dimly lit living room, cuddled together on the couch, telling each other our histories. Kissing languidly and caressing each other's bodies. I don't think I'd ever been so comfortable with another person in my life -- man, woman, boy or girl. I'd brushed out her hair as promised before supper, but now I picked up the brush again and began to stroke it steadily. In the dim light, her lustrous black hair began to show highlights that looked almost blond.

"Come... it's time for bed [it was nine o'clock!], and I have a surprise for you!"

Cathy turned to gaze into my eyes -- "another one!"

I took her hand and led her to the bedroom. Sliding her robe off her shoulders, letting it slide to the floor, I admired her body.

"My very own goddess!", I breathed. Pushing her back onto the bed, I said: "Wait, now."

I went into the bathroom and opened the bag I'd left there and removed the item I'd purchased that afternoon from "Venus and Adonis". Returning to the bedroom, still wearing John's bathrobe, I stared at Cathy's amazing body.

"Do you remember the last thing you said before we got up this morning?"

"Er... No? I'm sorry, but my mind is sex-addled. What are you talking about?"

"You said that you loved me dearly, but..."

"Oh, yes! I love your butt dearly..."

"Not quite, dear one. You said, 'there are times you just need a big cock'. I don't have one, but..."

I let the robe fall open to show the large strap-on dildo I'd just purchased. 

"Do you think this might do?"

"OHMIGOD CHRISTIE -- ENOUGH TALK, JUST FUCK ME!!"

"I'll take that as a yes!"

I climbed onto the bed, and slowly worked my way up between her legs, kissing and caressing as I went. 

"Please..."

I ignored her, stroking her thighs and pussy, leaning down to lick her belly, then up to her huge orbs. Taking her left nipple between my lips, sucking it in, rolling it round my tongue, before nipping it with my teeth, and repeating the process for the right teat.

Sliding my right hand between her thighs, and up to her hot box, I could tell she was ready for me.

I positioned my shaft at the entrance to her cleft: "I hope I can do this right -- I've never used one of these..."

"SHUTUPDAMNYOU!! INEEDTOBEFUCKED!"

Tentatively pushing the dildo at the entrance to her vagina, I tried to inch forward. Cathy was having none of it -- she grabbed my hips and hauled me towards her, as she thrust her pelvis at me. Suddenly, the full length of the dildo was sheathed deep within her.

"ohhhhhh....." she sighed, and a beatific smile came across her face. She pulled my head down to hers, kissing me deeply. Suddenly, she twisted my nipple, while bucking her hips. I got the message, and started to pound the dildo in and out, as hard as I could. As we both came close to climax, her lips sought my tits. Reaching under her, I lifted her head to suckle at my left breast. With my tit filling her mouth she began to moan -- the sound reverberating right through the nipple and seemingly down to my clit. I pushed harder and harder into her channel, somehow trying to BE a man for her. Finally, as she came, she bit hard on my teat, and I exploded against her.

When I could finally think again, I stood up and unfastened the strap-on.

"Oh, honey, the sheets are soaked. Why don't we just strip the bed, and go upstairs and sleep in mine?" 

Cathy, just lay there smiling.

"OK, I have an even better idea -- get up, and go upstairs to my bed, and I'll be there in a minute."

I took her hand and pulled her upright. We kissed again, and she grinned at me, then flounced out of the bedroom. When I got to my own room, she was comfortably lying at the far side of the queen-sized bed, watching me. As I got into bed, she turned over so that I could snuggle up against her back. I wrapped my arms around her, and she asked -- 

"So how do WE deal with John?"

"Do you trust me, love?"

"Of course!"

"Well, he's a man -- surely once the blood supply rushes to his cock, his brain is just as useless as any man's. So why not let me, let him, seduce me -- and then catch us in the act. He can't possibly imagine throwing you over for me, so he'll surely do anything you demand." 



The Nanny Ch. 04



Anne didn't know what to think or feel. It had been a week since Brian "laid down the rules" and punished her. 

She had tried to hide behind anger and resentment for the spanking and Brian's aggressiveness when he "punished" her. But that didn't last long since he felt horrible for the way he treated her and spent the entire week trying to make it up to her.

Hell, she thought to herself, he's acting like a man in love and I'm afraid I'm falling... No!, she told herself not to think like that. There was no way she was falling in love with her crazy obsessed captor. She was here against her will! 

But when she looked at Brian and saw the love in his eyes when he looked back at her, she felt a weird ache in her chest that she was scared of.

Standing outside on the balcony overlooking the gardens, she thought about the classes that were starting up in a few days. But she knew Brian had already called the university and un-enrolled her. He had even called her family to ask her father if he could marry her. She had almost choked on her water that night when Brian had come strolling in with a smug look on his face and informed her that they had her father's "approval" to get married.

With her mind on her thoughts, Anne didn't know Brian had stepped out onto the balcony until he wrapped his arms around her middle and nuzzled her ear.

"Mmmm, you smell great", he whispered as he licked and nibbled on the sensitive skin under her ear.

Brian had been standing in the doorway, admiring the view that was Anne. Looking at her reminded him of earlier that day when they had been in bed. He was filled with remorse over the harsh way he handled her when she had tried to escape; so then everyday Brian made sure that she felt the pleasure that only he could give her.

Anne said she at least wanted her own room but Brian refused. He found that only when she was in his arms could he sleep because otherwise it was useless. Trying to adjust her to his touch, Brian brought her to orgasm every night before they fell asleep and every morning they woke up. He used his mouth and hands to bring her to peak after peak until she fell into a hazy slumber. 

After his rough treatment he hadn't forced her to suck his cock again. Instead he taught her how to bring him to come with her hands. Last night however she had surprised him...

He had three fingers in her cunt, stretching her and preparing her for his cock. Brian reached over and brought her hand over to cover his cock. She made a fist and squeezed tightly, just like he showed her the night before.

She moved her hand in rhythm with his thrusts. Each time he plunged into her cunt she'd run her hand down his cock in the tight grip he liked.

Bucking her hips frenziedly at his hands, he knew she was close to coming. Even when she threw her head back and groaned out her climax she kept up her steady rhythm that drove him crazy.

Anne surprised him though, and suddenly slid down the bed to kneel between his legs. She used two hands to pump up and down his shaft but bent down and took the mushroom head into her mouth, licking and sucking off the pre-cum dripping from his cock.

"A-Anne, w-what are you doing," Brian gasped out. He couldn't believe she was doing this on her own. It was a dream come true and he never wanted to wake up.

She was addicted. Secretly Anne loved to go down on Brian. Everything about the act was empowering. It gave her a thrill that she brought him to orgasm; that she had the power to do this to the strong man beneath her. But even more, she craved this closeness with him and knew he needed it too.

Taking as much of him as she could, Anne stroked the rest of him in a hard, fast pace that she knew would push Brian over the edge.

Reaching, Brian cupped her face and brushed away the locks of hair that fell onto her face so that he could see her better. He loved the sight of his cock between her lips, pushing in and out. His head fell back when she took him deep into her throat and started to hum.

Looking into Anne's eyes Brian warned her, "I'm cumming, Anne. Don't... If you don't want to... Anne." After that thought was impossible as he came and she swallowed every drop of cum that he had to give.

Breathing heavily Brian just laid there and watched her clean him up. After she was satisfied with her handiwork, Anne came back up to be cuddled like they always did after their playing.

Oh my god, what did I just do? she asked herself. Anne couldn't believe that she did that to Brian on her own, without any kind of prompting on his part. Her body stiffened and she shied away; trying to put as much distance between them as possible on the bed.

Sensing her withdrawing from him, Brian reached over and pulled her back into the cradle of his arms. "I love you, Anne. Why can't you accept this? You belong to me." He waited but there was no response as usual when he asked her this question.

More time, he thought, she will see in time...


Feeling her drift of to sleep, Brian slid one leg in between hers, draped an arm around her middle, and twirled a lock of her hair around his finger so that he was totally entwined in his Anne...

Her behavior last night confused Anne. She was developing these feelings that made a life without Ruthie and Brian seem intolerable.

Ruthie had been so happy the entire week. To her she was not longer Anne, nanny and best friend, but had become "mommy". Anne's heart squeezed every time the little girl looked up at her and called her that. Besides the physical bonds that Brian was enforcing on her, she was developing emotional ones too.

What am I going to do?, she thought. Instead of coming up with a solution, she just leaned back and let Brian support her. Closing her eyes she just gave herself up to the sensations his lips nibbling on her neck were causing. How can I leave him...?

Last night proved to Brian that Anne knew physically and subconsciously that she loved him. Tonight he would show her that she was his. He had spent the week adjusting her to his touch and getting her ready for him. It was finally time to claim his Anne.

Brian smiled as he pressed a kiss into her neck, thinking of the night to come...



The Nanny Ch. 04



I'd been hired to be a part-time nanny for Cathy and John for the school term (John was a professor at my university), but when I arrived a week before classes, John promptly had to fly out of town, and Cathy and I, left to our own devices – pun at least partially intended – got to know each other rather better than I had expected (though not better than I had hoped!).

Cathy and I enjoyed two more days of "honeymoon sex" before John was due home. She was leery of my plan, but couldn't come up with a better one herself, so as it came time for somebody to drive out to the airport to meet him, she reluctantly agreed to go ahead.

"But take HIS car!"

"I intended to. Yours is too big – I don't want him even thinking about trying to make out in the back seat. And I want him off-balance, and I suspect he's very attached to that car, so he's going to insist on driving it back himself. He might expect me to drive if it was your car.

"If things are working as planned, I'll call and tell you his plane's been delayed due to a snowstorm in Toronto."

"Christie! It's the first week of September!"

"Sure, but everyone knows it's always winter in Canada. That way, if I call and tell you his plane's delayed for any other reason, you know his plane's been delayed."

"OK, then. We need to get you dressed. Let's go upstairs and see what you've got."

After looking through my closet, Cathy picked a charcoal bra-top dress with a deep plunging neckline. 

"The hemline's a bit low... but he'll love the top! Do you have shoes to go with it?"

I showed her the sandals I'd usually wear.

"Oh, those won't do. Good thing we have the same size feet – I have just the thing." 

She helped me get ready, then took me downstairs to her own closet and picked out a pair of three-inch wedges to match my dress. 

"Now, you'll see eye-to-eye – or at least he won't have to look down too far when he's hoping to see you pop out of that dress!"

We went out to his BMW together and, as I sat in the driver's seat, Cathy leaned in and kissed me.

"Good luck." 

"Don't wait up!" I closed the door and hit the garage opener.

* * *

John's plane was on time and as he only had a carry-on, he was one of the first out of the arrivals area. He spotted me immediately and hurried over.

"Christie! Where's Cathy?"

"Oh, you know, between the pregnancy and a hard day at the office, she's exhausted, and I'm still on summer vacation, so I volunteered to come for you. Besides which, it gave me an excuse to drive your Beemer." I held his keys out to him, as a pained expression briefly crossed his face.

"Well, it's good to see you!" 

As he reached to give me a hug, and to take the keys, I pulled them back slightly, and suddenly (purely by accident!) he was in my arms, and the kiss he had planned to place on my cheek, fell full on my lips. I tightened the clinch, and opened my mouth to him. Surprised as he was, he smoothly took full advantage. We kissed for five minutes, there in the middle of the airport concourse, oblivious to everything around. He was careful not to touch me anywhere too inappropriate for a public place, but his cock was straining, and since I was grinding my mound on it, it wasn't going to relax any time soon!

"Oh, Christie – I want you so badly," he whispered in my ear, as we broke for breath. "I've wanted you since the day you walked into my office."

"I know," I murmured back. "If you have a place we can go, I can call Cathy and tell her your plane was delayed – we can steal at least a couple of hours."

"I just happen to have the keys to a pretty cool condominium," he said with a lascivious grin. "One of my colleagues has been working at a university in Germany through the summer, and will only get back just in time for the start of classes next week."

"Perfect! I'll call Cathy and give her the sad news" – I licked my lips, and tried to look lustful. It wasn't a look I'd had much practice with, but it seemed to do the job. I pulled out my phone and pushed the speed dial.

"Cathy. I'm here, but the plane's been delayed. I think it's snowing in Toronto, or something ... Yeah, I'll just get a drink and a snack of some sort, and I'll call when the plane gets in ... Sure, don't wait up! ... OK, see you in the morning. Bye."

"There, that's settled. It'll probably take at least two hours to get the runways cleared, and the plane de-iced."

John was laughing aloud now. "Do you know what Toronto is LIKE at this time of year? It was 104 degrees when I got to the airport!"

"I know that – I'm an enology major, remember – they have two wine regions in Ontario. But most people think Canada is all polar bears and igloos. Anyway, if she even bothers to check the weather, I'll just say I was kidding, because it was probably some security thing and the airline wouldn't even publicly admit there was a delay. Everybody's so paranoid these days that that will always work.

"Now, let's get out of here." 

I put my arm around his waist and leaned in close as we walked out to the parking lot. When we got to his car and threw his bag in the trunk, we kissed again, and this time he tried to get his hand up my skirt. I slapped it.

"You ARE a bad boy, aren't you? Nanny might have to do something about that."

His momentary shocked look quickly turned into a sly grin – as if he was challenging me to follow through on my threat. Suddenly, I started to get ideas...

Of course, as soon as he started the car, the other John appeared. I'd discovered the day I met him that when John drives, he's single-minded. I suppose that's a good thing in a driver, but it puts a damper on a seduction. He drove at the maximum speed he expected to be able to get away with, on the shortest possible route. I'm not sure he even knew I was in the car anymore – I'm certain he didn't hear me when I tried to talk to him. Anyway, in 20 minutes he was pulling into the visitor parking of a luxury condo just north of the university, and as he switched off the engine, suddenly he was the guy I'd met at the airport again. He jumped out and by the time I had my seat-belt unfastened he was opening my door and offering me his hand.

We took the elevator to the top floor. As the door closed he tried to fondle me.

"Uh-uh! Bad boy. Wait!"

He looked chagrined, but kept his hands to himself.

At the far end of the hall, he opened the door to a beautiful wood-toned apartment. The living room was two stories high, and the master bedroom was a loft overlooking the living room.

As he closed the door behind us, I pressed my palm to his chest and looked him up and down. Then I walked slowly around him, letting my fingers trail across his chest and shoulders. 

"You ARE a naughty boy! Cheating on your wife. Trying to get your hand under my dress in public. Inappropriate touching in the elevator. Obviously, Nanny is going to have to discipline you."

His face flushed, and his breathing quickened. I could see his cock rising rapidly.

"Take off your clothes ... Wait! Give me your belt first."

He handed me his belt, meekly, then started to remove his shirt. Not bothering with the buttons, he just dragged it over his head and dropped it on the floor. Then, hopping on one foot at a time, he dragged off his pants and socks. I could see a wet spot already on his briefs, as he tugged them over his very impressive erection. He slid them down his legs and stepped out of them, then looked at me expectantly.

"Were you born in a barn!" I yelled in his face. "Pick up those clothes and fold them neatly!" As he bent over to pick up his shirt, I landed a sharp crack on his butt with his belt. He yelped – and I almost came on the spot. This was FAR more fun than I'd been expecting! I'd never been into dominance games, but then I'd never known any submissives. He quickly folded his clothes and lay them on the nearest chair.

"Right. This is what we're going to do." I reached out and took his chin firmly in my hand and stared into his eyes. 

"You are going to obey my every command. 

"You will obey my commands, instantly.

"You will speak only when permitted, and you will be properly respectful.

"Finally, you will not come, until I permit it.

"Hesitation will be punished.

"Disrespect will be punished.

"Disobedience will be punished more severely.

"Do you understand?"

"Ye-e-ss", he whispered.

"Yes, what! Is that respectful?"

"S-s-s-sorry. Yes ... mistress."

"That's better. You can call me Mistress, or you can call me Nanny.

"Now, turn around and bend over." I landed two sharp lashes, one on each butt-cheek. "That's for disrespect." 

He sobbed, but managed to say, "Thank you, Nanny."

"Very good, boy. Is that the bedroom, upstairs?"

"Yes, Nanny."

"Lead the way, then."

We climbed the stairs, with me strapping him every few steps. His bum was turning a lovely shade of red, and his prick seemed to be getting even stiffer. Excellent – the bedroom contained a lovely brass bed.

"Now, undress me!"

For the first time, he needed no encouragement, and he removed my dress carefully, then folded it and placed on the night-stand. Returning, he knelt before me and slid my now soggy thong down my thighs. As I stepped out of it, I ordered him to lick me. Not surprisingly, he turned out to be very proficient – having tasted his wife's pussy, I wasn't at all surprised. I was new to eating pussy, but I wanted to eat Cathy's often, and wanted to do it well, so maybe I'd let him give me some pointers, later. I stood there, legs apart, with him kneeling in front of me, lapping avidly at my hole, and tonguing my clit. I felt the climax approaching and grabbed him by the hair, grinding my pussy on his nose and mouth. Suddenly, I noticed what he was doing with his hands, and lashed him across his back.

"What do you think you're doing? Did I give you permission to relieve yourself? What are the rules?"

He stammered, "uh ... I m-m-must obey you instantly ... I-I must b-be respectful ..."

"What else?"

"I forget Mistress!" he wailed.

"Typical boy. 'You will not come, until I permit it'. I'll have to write you a catechism.

"Now, turn back the sheets and lay face down on the bed."

I strapped him twice more – "That's for forgetting the rules." Then I strapped him another two times – "and that's for ruining my orgasm. Stay in that position."

I looked in the closet and found what I wanted – a tie-rack. I removed two nice silk ones and returned to the bed. 

"Give me your right hand." 

He did, and I quickly tied it to the headboard.

"Now, roll over."

I tied his left hand to the other side of the bed. "Now we will finish what you started."

I squatted over him, and lowered my still throbbing pussy to his face. He needed no more urging and started tonguing me again. He took my clit between his lips, and ran his tongue around and around it, occasionally thrusting deep with his tongue, or sucking my clit deep into his mouth. This time, my needs were quickly met, and again I came in squirts. To think that I didn't even know I could do that three days ago!

"Get every drop boy – you don't want to have to explain to your friend how you ruined his mattress!"

He kept tonguing my clit, as I rubbed my breasts and pinched my nipples and I came again – with a scream. As the waves subsided, I leaned forward and took his throbbing cock in my hand.

"Very good, boy. Now I'm going to do something for you. But I'm not going to let you come tonight. I'm sending you home to your wife. You'll wake her, if necessary, and fuck her till she screams like that. If you do a good enough job, I'll let you come to my room and do the same for me after she goes back to sleep. Now, don't stop licking me..."

I stared with fascination at his cock. I didn't have a whole lot of experience, but it looked larger than most of the ones I'd had – and definitely larger than the strap-on I'd used on his wife. I wrapped my left hand around the base, and my right hand above it, and the head was still well exposed. Yummy! I took his cock in my mouth, sliding slowly up and down the shaft. At first, I could barely even get the head in, but as he tongued me back toward another orgasm, I found I could manage to swallow more and more. Every time I felt him start to come, I'd withdraw and pinch the base of his penis just above the prostate. After three repeats, he was developing a serious case of blue-balls. He was begging me to let him come, and I had to spank him often to remind him that he didn't get to choose the time of his release.

When I finally decided that he couldn't take another dose, I climbed off him.

"Well done, slave. Now I'm sending you home to your wife."

"Please, Nanny! Please let me come!"

"Roll over!"

He hesitated, and I squeezed his balls hard. "Are you disobeying my order?"

"No, Nanny, please." He was sobbing, now, and his erection was subsiding.

He struggled to turn over. With both hands tied to the bedposts, it was awkward, but when he managed, I ordered him:

"Raise your ass!"

This time he quickly got his knees under him and raised his butt for me.

"Much better. How many lashes do you think you deserve, for questioning me? Now, take your time – you want to be right ... If you suggest a lower number than I think is appropriate, I'll double what I'm currently thinking."

I could see him caught between the desire to reduce his punishment, and the knowledge that it would cost him more if he guessed wrong. Finally, he stammered:

"S-s-siixx, Nanny?"

"Very good. I had thought five. THIS time only, I'll let you off with five. If it happens again, I'll take your suggestion."

When I'd finished, he was rock hard again, and crying from the pain, but he thanked me for correcting him.

"Very good. I think you'll make a very good sex slave. Do you want to be my slave?"

"Oh yes, Nanny!"

"Good boy. Now, remember what I said you have to do when you get home. Go to the bathroom and wash my cum off your face – you don't want her to know what you've been doing, do you? But don't you dare jerk off in there. When you're done, get dressed. I'll call Cathy to tell her your plane's arrived."

"N-n-nanny, may I speak."

"Yes, boy, but be careful."

"Cathy is five months pregnant..."

"Silly boy – don't you know anything about women yet? Sex won't hurt her, and YOU won't hurt her. Now, go on."

I untied him and he shuffled to the bathroom, trying not to irritate his flaming back and ass. I picked up my sopping thong, and deciding I didn't want to put it back on, tucked it in his pants pocket, then wriggled into my dress. I went down to the living room and called Cathy. 

"Mission accomplished, sweetheart," I whispered into the phone. "I'm sending him home to you with a serious aching he needs to relieve ... You didn't tell me he likes to be dominated!"

"WHAT!", Cathy screamed into the phone.

"You didn't know? How could you not know? Oh, wow – I'd assumed you must be ... Oh ... just 'wow!' 

"Well, anyway, we've had fun and games, but I didn't let him come. I told him he had to fuck you till you screamed, and if he did a good enough job I'd let him come to my room after you fall asleep. So try not to be too loud – much as I need a good fucking at this point, I'll be happy to deny myself to prove a point to him. If he doesn't do a good enough job with you to get to fuck me, he'll be even hornier tomorrow."

"Christie – you are a devil!"

"Me? I'm completely innocent – he brought this on himself ... Though I have to admit, I am soooo hot. Will he be going in to the office in the morning? Can you leave after him? I really want to talk to you about this..."

"Oh, here he comes ... So, we'll be there in about 10 minutes, Cathy, OK? Bye."

"Ready then, boy? Let's talk about tomorrow before we leave. Is there a spare key for this place?"

"Yes, Nanny." He walked over to the kitchen and opened a draw, taking out a key. 

"Give that to me. Since classes haven't started, I presume you can get off for lunch at 12?"

"Yes, Nanny."

"Very well. You will be here at noon. I will arrive later, and I expect to find you kneeling on that rug, in front of the window, naked, with your hands laced behind your head and cock erect. I'll write out your catechism tonight, and I expect you to have it memorized. If you are good, I will grant you release."

"Thank you, Nanny."

"Then let's go."

* * * 

When we got to John's car, he was still walking gingerly. 

"Can you drive, or would you like me to do it?"

"Yes, Nanny, I'm fine!", he almost yelled.

Here, I'd just spent the last hour seriously challenging his manhood, and now he finally drew the line at me driving his fancy sports car. Boys and their toys... This was something I was definitely going to have to break him of. After all – I'd really enjoyed driving his car!

It took about five minutes to get home. As usual, he became a different, one might say "driven", man behind the wheel, and he forgot all about me, so as he came to a stop in the garage, I told him, "Wait."

I reached over, and stroked his now flacid cock through his pants. He turned towards me.

"Stop – just sit there. I just want to be sure you're ready for Cathy. Go straight to bed. Afterward, I'll be waiting for you. I'll give you your catechism, and if you've done a good job with your wife, I'll let you fuck me. Is that what you want?"

"More than anything, Nanny!"

"More than your wife?"

He hesitated ... "Yes, Nanny!"

"I warned you about hesitation – and this time, I suspect it's an outright lie. Perhaps, I'm being soft, but I'll let you get away with it for now. Now, go!"

He scurried into the house – this time not even thinking about me, let alone opening my door. Very good – he was learning that playing gentleman was not as important as obeying me. I followed him in, locked the door to the garage behind me, and entered the kitchen. Already I could hear John and Cathy talking in their bedroom just down the hall. I took the cork out of the bottle of Uruguayan Stagnari Tannat I'd opened for dinner, and poured myself a glass, then found a pad of paper and a pen and walked through to the living room. 

Sitting in a comfy chair, with just a reading light on, I crossed my legs under me, and started to write:

Christie is my mistress,

I will obey my mistress in all things, without hesitation,

I will at all times be respectful,

I will come only when, where and with whom my mistress permits,

My mistress will teach me my duties,

and discipline my transgressions. 

My mistress will protect me, as I will serve her.

I was pretty new to this, but that seemed to cover the basics.

As I finished, I could hear the unmistakable sounds of sex down the hall. So far, so good – this had all started when Cathy had confessed to me that John no longer seemed to want to have sex with her because of her pregnancy. Suddenly, there was a load groan, and then Cathy's quiet voice suggesting that it was just a little anxiety, and they could start again. I stifled a laugh as I realized I'd got John so worked up that premature ejaculation was practically guaranteed. I took another sip of wine, as I heard John start to groan again – but this time I knew Cathy was sucking his cock, getting him hard for another try. Just as well for him, I thought. On the second try, he might be able to get Cathy excited enough to scream before he reached his own climax! 

I took another sip of wine, and hiked my dress above my hips. As I listened to the soft sounds of their love making, I slipped a finger in my pussy and felt the beginnings of my own excitement. Tracing circles around my clit, I felt it harden and extend, just as I imagined was happening to John's cock. Listening to the changing tempo, and increasings sounds from Cathy, I could tell he was ready to try again. I took another drink as I heard the unmistakable sound of the headboard lightly slapping the wall. While my lovers' tempo increased, I put my wine down and put both hands to work. As I teased my clit with my left hand, I thrust three fingers deep into my cunt. In and out, in and out. I could feel the pressure building, as Cathy's vocalizations became louder and more frantic. Finally, just as I felt my own climax coming, Cathy and John screamed in unison. It was all I could do not to join them as the waves of my own pleasure took me away. 




The Nanny Ch. 05



"Lullaby and goodnight, go to sleep little Ruthie..." gently sang Anne as she was putting Ruthie to sleep. This had become the custom at night: TV and snack time, bath time, then bed time. Ruthie couldn't go to sleep without being tucked in and sang to by Anne, or "mommy."

Humming the last bit of the song, Anne gazed down at the little girl that had become such a big part of her life in such a short time. Seeing that she had finally dozed off she brushed a few strands of hair off Ruthie's face and headed for the door only to run into the one person she felt like avoiding: Brian.

Earlier that day everything had seemed so perfect. They had been out on the balcony and it felt as though she had just melted into him. In that moment Anne had realized that she could want to be with Brian; but it had to be her choice.

She didn't know how long he had been standing there but she didn't like it when she caught him looking at her; it made her self-conscience.

God, she's so damn beautiful, he thought, why can't she just accept this? I'll show her how perfect we are. 

As he leaned against the door frame and watched Anne tuck Ruthie into bed, he felt his heart squeeze. His girls, he mused. 

When Anne turned and finally saw him there all he wanted to do was pick her up and crush her to him. Brian needed to kiss her so badly that his lips tingled.

She was slowly walking towards him and when she was within reach Brian snatched her and caught her gasp of surprise in a kiss that was so deep that neither knew where one began and one ended.

Weakly, Anne pushed against Brian, trying to get him to let go of her. But all that did was make him hold her tighter and kiss her even fiercer.

Not wanting to wake Ruthie, he picked her up and couldn't help but palm her behind as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Walking as fast as possible they stopped at random walls on the way to their bedroom, tearing at clothes, but never parting their lips. 

Stopping about a few feet away from their door, Brian pushed Anne up against the wall and finally just ripped her blue button-up shirt off so that it just hung in shreds on her shoulders. Impatient to taste her, he flicked his wrist and pulled her bra down, too desperate to take the time to get it off. This propped her breasts up like they were an offering meant only for him. Once they were revealed, Brian bent down and took one hard nipple into his mouth while palming the other poor neglected one.

"Aaa, Brian, what are you doing to me?" asked a dazed and turned on Anne. She knew they still had a lot to talk about but he decided at that moment to nibble on her nipple and she was completely lost. "Pl-please Brian, stop, w-wait..."

Panting, all Brian could say was, "I need you, Anne. I need you." With that he went back to lavishing attention on her stiff nipples. Rolling one in between his fingers he slid back a bit and blew warm air across the one that had just been in his mouth, watching it get impossibly harder.

Wanting her to have a special and memorable first time, Brian forced himself to move and not just take her against the wall like some animal. Control, control, cool down, he chanted in his head.

Forcing himself to calm down, Brian picked Anne up again and whether it was voluntary or involuntary, she started to undulate her hips and grind against the bulge in his jeans that was desperate for her.

Placing her on the edge of the bed, Brian moved quickly and removed what was left of her clothes and tossed them behind him. Stepping away from the bed he tore off his own clothes and came back to haul Anne to the center of the huge bed.

Kneeling in between her thighs, Brian settled onto his stomach in front of her pussy and threw one leg over each shoulder, spreading them as far as they could go. 

This put her clit and labia on prominent display. However, he nibbled around her belly button and took random playful bites here and there. Moving lower, he nibbled his way down to the inside of her thighs, licked the crease between her thigh and cunt.

Anne thought she was going to go insane, it can't get much worse. She felt as though she'd die from unfulfilled desire, which she shouldn't be feeling!

Finally, Brian began to touch the place that Anne wanted him to touch most; the part that felt like it was on fire, one that only Brian could put out. Tracing each fold with his finger, Brian had to have outlined every fold a hundred times, or at least it felt like it.

"Brian, please..." panted Anne. 

When she thought she couldn't take anymore, Brian decided to dip his head and take the same route his fingers had, but with his tongue.

So close, almost there, thought Anne, eyes squeezed shut, trying to breathe. Fulfillment was just within reach when all of a sudden, Brian stopped. Opening her eyes, Anne raised her head to look at Brian with glazed eyes to see why he stopped.

Looking up at her, Brian asked, "Do you want me, Anne?" Brush, circle. "Do you accept me, us?" Brush, circle. "Who do you belong to?" Each question was punctuated with a little brush against her clit and continuous rubbing around it, never quite fully touching it.

Shaking her head as though trying to clear it, Anne just looked at him and bit her bottom lip. She was torn. He wanted her to make this life-altering decision in a matter of moments.

When she didn't answer right away, with a pain etched in his features, Brian pleaded, "Please Anne. Choose me. Please."

Closing her eyes against seeing his pain so clearly heard and seen, Anne at first couldn't make up her mind.

However, looking into his eyes, Anne knew what her choice was. Throughout the week Brian had somehow become essential to her. Anne couldn't imagine living without him. 

She saw the determination he wanted her to see; that said he would keep her at any cost. But, the love that was seen when one took a closer look and the obvious pain he felt by thinking that she could never love him in return, was the deciding factor.

"You, Brian. I want you. I accept you." Taking a deep breath, Anne looked him in the eye and breathed out, "I love you."

A smile blossomed on Brian's face and he fully pressed down on Anne's clit. Immediately she exploded into a million pieces and she didn't even know that he was lying on top of her until she felt him brushing back damp tendrils of hair from her face and nibbling on her collarbone.

Smiling, Anne lifted her hand to caress the side of Brian's face. Looking into his eyes, she softly repeated, "I love you, Brian."

Settling himself between her thighs, Brian raked her clit with his cock a couple of times then moved lower and poised himself at her entrance. "I love you, Anne." With that he plunged into her and dipped his head to catch her gasp of pain with a kiss.

"Shh baby, it's okay. Shh." Running a calming hand through her hair, Brian waited and gave her time to adjust to his size.

The pain had been sharp and brief. Anne started to enjoy the feeling of fullness and carefully lifted her hips. He slid in a little deeper inside and started to pull back a bit and then thrust back in.

His slow thrusting was driving Anne crazy. She started to pick up her hips and meet him faster and harder.

Trying to go slow so that he didn't hurt her, he groaned out, "Anne, baby, you can't do that. I won't be able to control myself. I don't want to hurt you." He gazed down at her and was surprised by what she did.

Sliding her arms around his neck and wrapping her legs around his waist, Anne pushed even harder and demanded, "Love me later, fuck me now." Pulling his head down, she kissed him so fiercely that Brian grinned in his head and started to give her exactly what she asked for.

Pulling almost all the way out, Brian thrust back in at a hard and fast pace. Each time he sunk in further until he was all the way in and was bumping her cervix.

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh and the smell of sex just heightened their arousal.

"Oh god, I'm so close, Brian. Make me come, I'm almost..." Panting and groaning, Anne started to scream as she felt an orgasm overwhelm her that was even stronger than her first.

However, this didn't stop Brian. He kept pumping into her at a faster and harder pace. Coming to his knees, he pressed her legs into her chest and started to penetrate her even deeper. 

"Ss-stop, Brian. I can't take it. B-brain..." No sooner had she recovered from her orgasm than another one was ripping through her with an almost painful force.

Unable to last through her clenching muscles, Brian shouted, "I'm cumming, Anne. I'm..." Groaning out his pleasure, he collapsed on top of Anne, totally replete of strength.

Once he had recovered a bit, Brian rolled them over, keeping them locked together.

Feeling him harden again, Anne started to roll her hips slowly.

Sitting up, she started to tug and pinch her nipples for her and Brian's pleasure. Not able to keep his hands off of her and knowing that he wouldn't last long, Brian reached down and started to play with Anne's clit and soon she was riding him furiously and they were both shouting out.

This time it was Anne that collapsed, and Brian just wrapped his arms around her and held her close while they caught their breath.

"I won't, can't live without you, Anne. I just can't. Please tell me that you really love me. That you will stay with me, marry me." He looked up at her with a look of such hope that she would say yes. But his eyes held a defeated glimmer that bespoke of how he thought that she'd never accept him.

Cupping his face in between her hands, Anne leaned down and kissed Brian with everything that she felt for him.

Rising up, she looked down at him and firmly said, "I love you. Brian, I won't, can't live without you. I will stay with you; marry you, because I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

"Thank god," he groaned out, causing Anne to giggle. Brian fisted his hands in her silky mass of hair and brought her head down to meet in a kiss that was one of many to come.

Author's Note: To my readers, I'm sorry for how long it took me to write the chapters. Thank you to all readers who put up with my slowness. I'm currently working on another story where the man is even wilder than Brian. ;).



The Nanny Ch. 05



Not even a week into my new job as a part-time, live-in nanny, I'd been fucking the wife, Cathy, for three days, and had managed to seduce the husband, John, just last night. I was pretty sure I could have got him to 'cum' around sooner, except that he'd been out of town!

The next morning, I lay in bed until I heard the garage door opening, and John's car pulling out of the driveway. A moment later, I heard Cathy calling up the stairs.

"Christie? Are you awake?"

I leapt out of bed, naked, and went flying down the stairs.

"Look at you, young lady! You didn't want to put on even a little clothing? What if John forgot his wallet or something?"

"Oh, God, Cathy, I just have to talk about last night. It was amazing – you wouldn't believe! I could have made him do anything!" I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her lips. She opened to me immediately, and we just kissed for the next few minutes, exploring each others mouths and bodies – her hands roving all over me as I struggled to pull her t-shirt over her head without breaking the kiss.

I'd never been attracted to women, but Cathy's Asian features, huge tits, world-class legs and waist-length black hair entrapped me the first time I saw her. Now, I couldn't get enough of her.

Finally, we broke long enough to get her shirt off, and she said: "Thank you, Christie. He came home so horny last night, that we had the best sex EVER. And if that wasn't enough, he fucked me just 10 minutes ago, and now his cum is dripping down my leg. Come and help me clean up!"

Giggling like a pair of grade-school girls, we ran hand-in-hand down the hall to her bedroom, where I threw her on her bed and dove into her muff. I licked the stream of cum from the inside of her thigh, then moved on to her pussy. Swirling my tongue around and around her outer lips, I cleaned off every trace of their combined juices, then I reached forward and spread her lips gently with the index fingers of both hands, and delicately dipped my tongue into her tunnel.

Cathy groaned with pleasure, and I lapped deeper. I'd tasted both Cathy and John before, and loved them both, but I was thrilled to find that their combined flavors made as much difference as blending Merlot and Cabernet to make a fine Bordeaux. [I study enology – I'm afraid I can't help using wine metaphors!] I raised my head and looked up at Cathy's face. She grinned at me, then took hold of both ears and forced my face back down to her pussy. I happily resumed my breakfast. 

I ran my tongue the length of her slit, then deep into her vagina. I slurped and sucked, then pulled back and nibbled at her inner lips, then back again as deep as my tongue could reach. Cathy began to moan When I could no longer taste John's cum, only Cathy's free flowing honey, I pulled back a little and pulled on her clit with my lips, wrapping my tongue around it, then flicking across it. I felt the tremors building in her body, then her hips began to buck and I reached up to find her nipples and twisted them gently. 

"Ohhhh. Christie, make me cum! Ahhhhhhhhh!"

She shuddered once more, and collapsed – literally drained, as I swallowed the last of her juice. I slid up to lie next to her and rested my head on her beautiful breasts.

"When do you have to leave for work?"

"I'm officially seeing my obstetrician, right now – so around 10:00."

Cathy was five months pregnant with her second child, so she could probably get away with that story pretty often – and if her co-workers thought she was seeing the OB rather often, they'd just be sympathetic to a mother having a difficult pregnancy.

"Oh, great! Thanks for the promotion – as far as I can tell you're doing fine. But I'm worried that you may not be getting enough sex, so I'll write you a prescription."

"Thank you, sweetheart. I appreciate your concern."

"That's DOCTOR sweetheart, please. Show some respect."

We laughed, and then she asked the question she'd been aching to have answered – "So what happened last night?"

"Well, I met him at the airport, and he tried to kiss my cheek, but I manoeuvred him into kissing me on the lips, and when I showed him how willing I was, it turned into a pretty steamy clench! So, it turned out that he just happens to be looking after a colleague's apartment, where I agreed to go with him – did you know about this place?"

"Sure. Erich is German, and still has projects going on back home, so he spends a lot of time back there."

"You don't think he's taking other women back there, do you?"

"No, I really believe you're the first woman he's tried to cheat with."

"Well, anyway, when we got to his car, he tried to slip his hand up my dress, and I told him he was a naughty boy, and Nanny might have to discipline him. You should have seen him light up! Did you really not know that he liked to be dominated?"

"Cross my heart, I had no idea!'

"As soon as we were in the apartment, I made him give me his belt and strip – then when he just dropped his clothes on the floor, I called him a slob and strapped him with his own belt. I took him to the bedroom, tied him to the bed, and came all over him – but I wouldn't let HIM cum! I told him I was sending him home to you."

"You primed his pump beautifully, my dear! He was a little overexcited, and had an accident when we first started..."

"I know – I was sitting in the living room with a glass of wine, listening," I smirked.

"... but that meant that when I got him stiff again, he was able to do an especially good job. He was particularly attentive."

"So, can we keep him? Can we make him our sex slave?", I asked anxiously.

"A wise man once said, 'No man can serve two masters.' Strange as it may seem, at a time like this, it feels like a violation of my marriage vows. I didn't promise to "honor and obey", but neither did he. So, I'm afraid we can't, dear."

I must have looked like somebody had just kicked my dog, because she laughed and said: "but I don't mean you shouldn't, silly. I'm cool with you making him your slave, just as long as you remember that he's MY husband. It's a huge turn-on for me, and apparently for him. I just don't think I can bring myself to discipline him, myself ... except, of course, for the punishment he deserves for cheating on me!"

"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you! This is the bestest birthday present ever!"

"I thought your birthday was in February," she said, puzzled.

"It is! Thanks for giving me my present early!"

"You're welcome – there's something else I should be doing for you, too," and she started to stroke my pussy.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to just lay here like this until you have to go. I've had more sex in the last three days than in the entire last year, and I'm well sated. I'd just like to cuddle with the woman I love."

"I love you, too, sweetheart."

After a moment, I wondered: "You do appreciate the irony, I hope, of wanting to punish him for cheating on you, while we're lying here after I just finished eating you?"

"That's not the same thing at all! I always wanted us to share you, and he wanted you for himself."

"Uh-huh," I mumbled, a little sceptically – after all, they hadn't 'shared' me, though we'd all had sex with each other at different times. Still, Mama always said not to look a gift horse in the mouth. Of course, Mama would have told me not to get into this sort of situation, too, but what does she know? The mere existence of my step-father suggests she isn't an expert in relationship planning.

"So what's the next step?"

"Well, I'm new to the 'Domme' business, myself, so I'm just winging it. But I'll make another trip to 'Venus and Adonis' this morning, to pick up a few accessories. I absolutely need some restraints and a collar, but Jill will know what I need."

"Is this the same Jill who introduced you to the pleasures of womanly love? Should I be jealous?"

"Yes, and no! I did tell you that making love to a woman didn't turn me on until I met you. Perhaps, it was because I'm turned on by dominating John – Jill's dominant, too. I didn't know that then, but it would certainly explain our incompatibility. One of these days, I'll have to introduce you and John to Jill and Stephanie, her ... slave, I guess. I'm not really sure what the correct term would be – they are certainly not 'partners', except perhaps in the business sense, but I think Stephanie only stays because she wants to, which isn't really a 'slave' relationship.

"Anyway, I'll spend the afternoon training him. If all goes well, you can join us on Saturday – I'll have him tied and blindfolded, and you can decide when you want to reveal yourself."

"Oh, God, I can hardly wait!"

She kissed me, and this time when I felt her hand move between my legs, I didn't try to stop her. I rolled onto my back, and she followed me. Taking a nipple into her mouth she rolled it in her tongue, then spat it out like a peach pit, repeating the process on the other side.

"I love your beautiful little peaches, my dear."

"I'm pretty fond of those enormous melons you're waving at me too," I said, squeezing a nipple and making her tremble. "But I wouldn't want the strain it must put on your back."

Laughing, she swung her leg across my face, then with the previously mentioned fruits dragging sensuously across my belly, licked her way south. As her tongue passed my belly button, her pussy came into view and I puller her hips towards my face. Just as my outstretched tongue reached her pussy, I felt hers touch my clit, and a small tremor ran from my vagina up through my belly.

Cathy slowly ate me to ecstasy as I tried to do the same for her. 

"Ooh – I don't taste my John in there."

"Sorry – I'll save some for you next time," I panted. "I made him cum on me, and then lick me clean, as part of his training."

"'S okay. You always taste so sweet."

I didn't have a chance to respond, as I'd found a particularly effective spot to nibble, and she gasped and her thighs clenched hard on my head, putting an end to chat.

We took it slow and gentle, the tension slowly building. I licked her pussy lips, probing as deeply as I could with my tongue, thrusting deep into her channel, then pulling back to suck her clit into my mouth, and twirl my tongue around it. Since I couldn't use my hands on her cunt, I played with her breasts, stroking them both and tugging lightly on the nipples.

Meanwhile, Cathy was using tongue, lips and fingers on me. As she pushed three fingers deep into my hole, and licked my clit, I felt myself getting closer to climax. I nudged her forward a couple of inches, allowing my tongue to move further down her slit, then on until I touched her anus.

She shrieked, and raised her butt out of my reach, then slowly sank back to my face.

"Sorry," she apologized. "That was just a surprise. Do it again ... please." She applied her tongue back to my pussy.

I licked straight across her hole, then started to spiral around it with my tongue, slowly getting closer to the center. When I reached my target, she sighed, and as my tongue pressed more firmly on the very centre of her asshole, the sphincter relaxed briefly and let me in. I'd had a finger in here, and she always came quickly afterwards, but never my tongue. I expected I had very little time. 

Cathy was clearly getting very excited – and so was I! Her fingers were moving faster and faster in my wet hole, and we were both short of breath. I probed her rosebud with my tongue, circling it and feeling it first relax, then suddenly constrict again as her orgasm arrived. 

"I'm cumming!!", she screamed – then thrust the hand in my twat, as far as it would go. The pain was enough to trip me, and I joined her scream as I came too.

As we sank almost back into sleep, the baby monitor awoke to the sound of little Kevin's cries. I dragged myself back to wakefulness, and suggested: "You go and have your shower and I'll take care of Kevin – and make coffee for you."

"You're a wonderful nanny. Thank you."

* * *

After Cathy left for work – taking Kevin with her to drop at the daycare on the way – I had my own shower, and planned my day. I had about two hours if I was to be prepared before I had to meet John. I got out the clothes I intended to wear for him: a red leather Merry Widow, which makes my tits look bigger than they really are and leaves my nipples exposed, and thigh-high boots with six inch heels. I decided panties would be either surplus or impossible (who really wants to wear a leather thong?) I stuffed them into my backpack, and got on my bicycle, headed downtown.

I locked up the bike in front of Jill's boutique, just as Stephanie was opening for the day. 

"Hi Steff, is Jill here?", I asked the tall, boyish looking, South Asian woman.

"Hi Christie, she's in the back."

I went through the "Employees Only" curtain to the stock room. A petite blonde in a mini-skirt was bent over reaching for something on the bottom shelf, exposing pretty much everything there was to see. I reached under the skirt and squeezed her buns.

"Eeek!" Jill had a diminutive squeak to go with her stature. She wheeled around, eyes spitting fire and hand raised to slap me.

When she saw who it was, she stopped in mid-swing, and hugged me instead, planting a big kiss on my lips.

"Christie, what brings you here twice in one week? Things must be going well with your new lady-friend. Have you finally decided to play on my team?"

"Well, since you ask, and since you're special to me ..."

"Not special enough!"

"... things are going quite well thanks. I don't understand it, Jill – you're a great friend, but I just never felt any sexual attraction to you, but Cathy hits all my buttons. I'm sorry."

"Don't be! If the sex had worked out, I'd have had to dominate you, and then we probably couldn't have stayed friends. I have my pets for fun, and I have you for a friend. Things are working just fine!"

"Er... that's what I need to see you about."

"What?"

"The domination thing. I need a set of restraints and a collar."

"Christie! You know I can't be shocked, but I must say I'm astonished. You're claiming her? You ARE joining my team!"

"Not exactly."

"What, 'not exactly'? If you're not claiming her, why would you need the collar?"

"It's not her ... it's her husband."

"Why, Christie – you sly fox! I am very nearly shocked!"

We went back out to the front of the store, where Jill showed me various restraints, and I chose a set of four padded leather wrist and ankle cuffs, with a matching collar.

"You need a whip."

"I don't need a whip. It's not going to be that sort of relationship."

"He's a sub – maybe he wants to be whipped."

"If he needs to be hurt that much, I'll send him to you – I'm into FUN and a little humiliation, not pain and injury."

"Well, thanks for the offer," Jill replied, "but you know I don't do men."

"Then he'll just have to live without the pain," I retorted.

"OK, then – no whips, but you have to have something to discipline him with. How about this riding crop?"

She showed me what looked (at least to someone who's never ridden a horse) to be a normal riding crop – though the handle seemed a bit long – but then she pulled the handle apart. It turned out that the leather on the handle was just a cover, and underneath it was a 10" dildo. The tip of the cover ended in a ring, which I'd be able to clip to my bustier.

"Ooh! Very sexy. I'll take it."

I picked up a leather blindfold/mask, and a ball gag, to complete the collection, and headed to the counter to pay for everything. 

"What about your own ensemble?"

"Got it covered – or not... as the case may be," I laughed, opening my backpack, to show her. She pulled out the bustier and held it in front of me.

"Oh, Christie ... it's so ... so ...."

"Cliché?" I suggested.

"Exactly!"

"Then check out the rest."

She reached into the pack to find what else I had, pulling out a matching boot.

"Oh... my... That takes cliché right over the top."

We all laughed, including Stephanie. I paid for my purchases, and Jill hugged me again, kissed me, and made me promise to tell her everything that transpired. I put my new toys in my pack, and headed for the door. As I opened the door, Stephanie's soft voice stopped me:

"Good luck ... Mistress."

"Why, thank you Steff. That's kind of you." 

I left the shop feeling a new tingle in my nipples and clit. I guess that's what I was, now: a Mistress; a Domme. 

I made one more stop, at an auto supply store, on my way to the apartment, getting there about 30 minutes before John was due. Excellent!

The master bedroom was a loft above the apartment's kitchen, looking out over the living room, and separated from the open space by an iron railing. I took my purchase from the auto supply store – a ratcheting tie-down – and fastened it to the railing, dropping the ends down above the kitchen counter, about 8 feet apart. Now, I'd be able to clip John's cuffs to the hooks on the end of the tie-down, pull on the loose end of rope, to tighten it, and I'd have a serviceable punishment frame. I tucked the loose ends back on the floor of the bedroom, so that he wouldn't see them, and proceeded to undress. By the time I had dressed in my Domme's outfit, I was so hot I couldn't wait for John to arrive. I turned back the sheets and lay on the bed, fingering myself idly.

I was pretty wet, and as I stroked my clit and pinched my nipples where they peeked over the top of my bustier, I came quickly. I was just beginning to get my breath back when I heard a key in the lock downstairs. I hurried into the bathroom, just in case he came up the stairs – there was no reason he should, but I didn't want him to see me just yet. When he didn't come upstairs immediately, I crept out of the bathroom and peered through the railing at the room below. 

He stood there, back to me, quickly removing his clothes. I noted that he was folding them carefully. He was a quick learner. Too bad, but I imagined it wouldn't be too hard to find something that he needed to be corrected for! He pulled a sheet of paper from the pocket of his pants and scanned it quickly, then folded it and placed it with his clothes. He knelt on the rug, facing the window. Checking the time on my phone, I saw that it was 12:01. Perfect! He was a minute late. He was now in profile to me, and I could see as he began to stroke his cock, which stiffened quickly. Placing his hands at the back of his neck, he waited quietly for me. I just lay on the floor of the bedroom watching him, until I saw his cock begin to sag again, then I crept down the stairs, with my bag of toys in hand and, just as he lowered his right hand, I spoke from immediately behind him.

"Don't turn around!"

He jerked, and slapped his hand back behind his neck.

"I ordered you to be here at noon, kneeling, hands behind your head and cock hard. You were late! You didn't have your hands behind your head." 

I slowly walked around him, letting him see me for the first time. I looked down, and feigned disappointment.

"And look at that sorry excuse for a cock!", I sighed theatrically.

I reached into the pack and pulled out the wrist cuffs. 

"Put those on." I reached for the second pair: "and put those on your ankles. You needn't remain kneeling."

"Yes, Nanny!" he scrambled to obey. As he did, I pulled out the riding crop, and clipped it at my hip. His eyes widened as he recognized what it was – and what it was for.

"Now this." I pulled the cock-ring out of the bag.

John just looked confused. "I'm s-s-sorry, N-Nanny. I d-don't know what it is." He trembled. 

"Don't be frightened, pet. There's no reason you should be familiar with it ... yet. If I tell you that this part is a cock-ring, then I imagine you should be able to figure out what the other part is..."




The Nanny Ch. 06



As I cycled home from the apartment where John and I had been "cheating" on his wife (that is, HE was cheating -- but he didn't know that I had Cathy's full approval and she knew everything that was going on), I wondered if I really should tell Cathy what was coming next.

John was my new slave, and to test my control, I'd ordered him to fuck his wife as soon as she got home -- to rape her if necessary. On the other hand, Cathy was my lover, and as much as the idea of forcing her was turning me on, I didn't think I could do that to her. By the time I got home (my home is the same as their home -- officially I'm their live-in nanny), my conscience had won out, and I phoned Cathy at work.

"Hi love, can you talk?"

"Christie! How did it go?"

"Simply amazing! I had him bound, gagged, strapped, and the sex was phenomenal! He'll be ready for you tomorrow. But we have to talk about the homework I gave him. I want you to know you don't have to go along with this -- if you don't want to, I'll call him and tell him it was just a test."

"What? Don't be such a tease -- what do you want me to do?"

"I told him to drag you into the bedroom as soon as you got home, and take you by force if necessary."

"Ooh, kinky."

"Right, like nothing we've done so far has been kinky!

"So, your choices are: you can tell me you don't want to do it; you can fight him, and let him think he's really raping you; or you can just have great sex."

"Since I'm at work," she lowered her voice, "suffice it to say I'll go along. We can talk about it later."

"OK! When will you be home?"

"Uh... I have a few chores to do after work, probably not until past 6. Do you think you could whip up something for dinner, and I'll get John to pick up Kevin."

"No problem -- but never mind calling John, I'll walk over with the stroller and get Kevin. It's my job after all."

"You're a doll! Thanks Christie."

"See you later, then. Dinner at 7, gives you time for sex first. I love you."

"You, too ... bye."

* * *

I was feeling so good at this point, that I absolutely HAD to make dinner. Food, Sex, Wine -- not necessarily in that order! What else is there? 

The "sex" part of the great trio was taken care of -- though I was dieing to get to the stage where it was a threesome, rather than three different pairings. 

"Wine" could have been a problem, because of the stupid, puritanical, laws of this country. Even though I could go to school to study wine and wine-making, I couldn't actually legally drink it -- and certainly couldn't buy it -- though I'd already spent a year in France, drinking and helping to make it. Fortunately, John had put me in charge of his wine-cellar. John didn't know wine, but he had pretty good taste, which meant that he had only bought drinkable wines. Some of them needed to be drunk soon, as they weren't meant for keeping, and some were perhaps overpriced when he got them, but there was nothing there I wouldn't drink -- or encourage my lovers to drink. Too bad Cathy was five months pregnant -- I might have to find her some particularly tasty cranberry juice...

Since this was going to be our first meal together since I'd moved in, I was thrilled to have the chance to make it and decided we'd go with a simple seafood linguine and an Alsatian Gewurztraminer. I'd hit the market a couple of blocks away for fresh fish, and pick up Kevin on the way home.

* * *

John came home a little before five, to find Kevin and I playing on the living room floor.

"Hi Christie, I guess Cathy's home already?"

"No, she called and said she had some chores, and wouldn't be here until about 6. I volunteered to make dinner and pick up Kevin. But all the preparation for dinner is done, and it's just a matter of 10 minutes to cook the pasta, so perhaps you'd like an appetizer, while we wait for Cathy."

Just in case he couldn't take a hint, I spread my legs wide and hiked up my skirt, so that he could see my naked pussy.

"Yes, Nanny!" He fell into his role immediately, picking Kevin up and almost throwing him into his play pen.

"Don't forget his toys, pet!" I laughed, as I stood up and moved to the leather armchair. I threw a leg over each arm of the chair, and lay back as he rushed to kneel in front of me.

"Slowly pet, take it slowly. If you do a good job, I'll do the same for you."

He reached forward, spreading my lips with the the thumb of each hand, while the index fingers stroked up each side of my clit. His tongue ran up the inside of my left thigh, up the length of my slit to caress my hot button, then back down the other leg. On the second repeat, I wriggled forward slightly, and taking my lead, instead of continuing the pattern, he moved on to my asshole. Sighing, I pulled my knees back and out, to give him better access, and his tongue probed and reamed my ass, while his fingers continued to pleasure my quim.

I moaned.

"I still taste myself there, Nanny," he said with obvious pride.

"What makes you think that's you?" I asked, slightly short of breath.

"Oh ... sorry, Nanny." I could hear the disappointment in his voice.

"I'm just kidding you, pet. You took that cherry, and I have no plans to offer my ass to anybody else as long as you serve me... and soooooo well," I groaned as he applied his tongue once again.

For a while there was no more talking, only pleased murmurings from my slave and increasingly excited vocalizations by me. As he licked my ass and cunt, alternating between them, John continued to stroke my clit and pussy lips. I was getting wetter and wetter, hotter and hotter. Involuntarily, my hips bucked, trying to increase the contact with his tongue and fingers. He slipped two fingers deeper into my twat, probing for my g-spot while the thumb of the same hand flicked by clit. My body writhed in ecstasy, and then the index finger of his other hand pressed into my no-longer virgin rosebud, and entered with what seemed like an audible pop. That was it for me, and I came all over his hand and face, with a scream that started Kevin crying.

"I'm sorry, Nanny, I'm sorry!"

"It's not your fault, pet, and I'm very happy with your service. Just pick him up and comfort him."

John rushed to the play pen and picked up his son, holding him to his chest and jiggling him gently. It seemed like the perfect time for the reward I'd promised him -- kneeling in front of him, I quickly had his pants to his knees. 

"Don't move, pet -- if you trip and hurt Kevin, Cathy will kill you."

"If she catches us, Cathy will kill me, Nanny!"

"Then we mustn't let her, must we." With that, I slipped his briefs over his cock and plunged my head onto his shaft. As his son bounced at his shoulder, I bounced below. Soon I was deep throating him, taking the whole length, and he was rocking back and forth, trying to please both me and Kevin at the same time.

"God, Nanny, I'm going to come!" 

I pulled off him, smiled as I continued to stroke his cock with my hand, and warned him: "Hang onto the baby!" His first spurt hit my face, running down my cheeks and chin. I bent forward to take the second in my hair, and then let the rest splash on my tits and low-cut t-shirt.

"Thank you, Nanny," he sighed.

He put Kevin back in the pen, still hiccupping softly, and proceed to finish his duty. He knelt before me and licked the cum first off my shirt, then my exposed breasts. Standing up, he ran the wettened strands of my hair between his lips, then kissed his cum from my face. When he was done, I put my hands around his neck and kissed his lips. We necked for a couple more minutes, while our hands roamed each others bodies. When we broke, I suggested he needed to shower before Cathy got home. 

"Right, thank you Nanny."

"Don't take too long, though. I need to change, too."

* * *

When Cathy strolled in, just after 6, John and I had jointly given Kevin his dinner and put him to bed. Cathy barely had time to say 'Hi' to me, when John called from the bedroom. She winked at me and hurried down the hall. I heard her gasp, then:

"John, no, I need to pee first!"

Another, louder gasp was followed by a tearing sound and "John! Oh, John! Ohhh!!" Mission accomplished! That boy could follow orders. I started the water for the pasta. After ten minutes of fairly normal sex sounds -- to which I was listening intently! -- I heard something that completely surprised me.

"Come in my tits, lover."

Had I heard right? 'In' her tits? I just had to know, and I crept down the hall to peek. Cathy was still fully clothed in her business attire -- except for a torn pair of panties on the floor. There was John, kneeling over her face, aiming his cock at her wondrous cleavage. Her huge breasts were still encased in her bra, and he slowly pressed his rod -- slick with Cathy's honey -- at the junction. Soon, he was plunging between her tits -- her cleavage so large that he could get more than half of his cock inside. Just as it became obvious he was about to come, she licked and squeezed his balls, and he came in a gush inside her bra.

I tiptoed back to the kitchen, then called: "Dinner in fifteen minutes!" and threw the linguine in the pot.

Cathy was the first to return to the kitchen. Her hair brushed and make-up touched-up, but she was wearing the same clothes she'd had on when she got home -- and there was a noticeable wet spot in her blouse, at the middle of her bra! I checked that there was no sign of John yet, and Cathy leaned towards me.

"We've got a couple of minutes -- John's in the bathroom preening."

She reached for me and we kissed comfortably for a minute -- then I dipped my finger between her beautiful boobs, scooping up a glob of thick cum. She giggled as I sucked my finger clean. 

"You were watching!"

"Hey, the big wet spot on your blouse was a clue ... but yeah, I was watching! He can't do that with me!"

"Yes, you're so flat, I'm surprised he notices you're a girl -- do you think maybe he's into boys?"

We laughed like the good friends we'd become. I'm NOT flat, but my 32Bs just don't begin to 'stack' up to Cathy's bounty, and we always joked about the difference.

"Sit! I'll finish up here."

I poured her a glass of cranberry juice, and opened the wine for John and I, then drained the pasta and tossed the salad. The salad was in the center of the table, and I was just placing a plate of pasta in front of Cathy when John arrived and sat down across from his wife. 

Throughout the meal, John couldn't manage to tear his eyes from the growing wet spot on his wife's blouse. Cathy and I kept up a string of small talk, pretending we had no idea what was keeping John's attention. Meanwhile I kicked off my sandals, and played footsie with both of them. I expect Cathy knew what I was doing, but John still had no idea of my relationship with Cathy. Tomorrow, all would be revealed! Between the two of us, John was completely unable to concentrate, and we teased him mercilessly.

Dinner finished, I "suggested" John wash the dishes and clean up. Cathy said she was going up to look in on Kevin and I went with her. She did look in on him, but in no time at all we were in my room necking.

"So tell all!"

And I did -- how John had arrived at the apartment we were using when I was already waiting upstairs, how I'd humiliated him, tied him up, spanked him with a riding crop, and generally had my way with him -- and the sex had been hot.

While I was telling her this, I'd been unbuttoning her blouse. I slipped it from her shoulders and released her enormous breasts from the confinement of her bra. Then I plunged my face between her tits and licked John's cum from between them.

When I'd cleaned her up, I continued with my plan for tomorrow.

"He's been instructed to be waiting in the apartment at noon: naked, collared and blindfolded. So we can show up after that and I'll let myself in, check that he IS blindfolded, and you can come in behind me when you hear me tell him that I'm satisfied that he's followed orders.

"I'll get him into position for a little discipline, and start him out, then I'm going to tell him that I haven't forgotten that he deserves to be punished for cheating on you. From there on, I'll leave it up to you how far you want to go. When you're done, I'll take his blindfold off, and let him see who was punishing him. After that ... well, I just hope it ends with all three of us in bed together!"

"This is sooo hot! I'm getting really excited." She took my hand and thrust it between her legs to feel her wetness. 

"Cathy -- you're always excited!"

She started to rub my fingers against her clit.

"I'd volunteer to use my lips to clean you up down there, too, but my experience so far is that you only ever end up wetter."

"Oh, give it a try, sweetheart -- maybe you'll manage to get it all this time."

I sank to my knees in front of her, as she sat on the edge of my bed. Stroking my hands up the outside of her thighs, I raised her skirt to her hips, then pushed her knees outwards to expose her pussy. She groaned and sank backwards on my bed, her own hands massaging her nipples, as my tongue found her delightful button. I inhaled her musk and set to work, but try as I might, I wasn't managing to reduce her moistness. Oh well, if you can't beat them, join them. I began to fuck her pussy with my fingers. When her moans threatened to become loud enough for John to hear downstairs, I realized I had to gag her. I stood, quickly shed my own panties, and swung around to 69 her. With my own nether lips now muffling her upper ones, I set to work with a vengeance. Just as I thought I was about to make her come, she did to me what I'd done to her this morning. Shifting me forward a couple of inches, she pushed at my anal sphincter with her tongue. Momentarily distracted, I thrust my ass backwards to meet her. She thrust with her hips to remind me what I'd left unfinished and I began to strum her clit with thumb and forefinger, while the fingers of my other hand searched out her g-spot. As her tongue reamed my ass, we came together, and I was forced to bury my head back in her -- still soaking -- pussy to muffle my own shriek.

Afterwards, Cathy cleaned up in my bathroom and put her jizz encrusted bra and blouse back on. She looked at me lovingly as I lay bonelessly, exhausted, on my bed. 

"Are you coming back downstairs?"

"Tell John I'm planning my course schedule so that you two can have some time alone, your first evening together after he came home. I'll see you in the morning."

She leaned over and frenched me. "G'night sweetheart."

* * *

Needless to say, John came to my room again that night. I'd promised him he could if he followed my orders earlier -- but I hadn't actually promised him sex. I'd had lots of sex today, and needed to keep him off balance, more than I needed sex, so I feigned sleep. He reached out, touching me, and I stirred as if he'd just woken me up. 

"Did I give you permission to touch me, slave?", I hissed at him. "Go back to bed and contemplate your behavior. You will be disciplined for that tomorrow."

"I'm sorry, Nanny," he practically whined as he backed out of the room. I heard him scuttle back downstairs, where I suspect he woke Cathy to give him what I wouldn't."

In the morning, John left early, saying some part for his precious BMW, that he'd been waiting for, had arrived, and he probably wouldn't be back until late afternoon. Perhaps he really did have an appointment for the car, but I knew where he was really going to be for the afternoon.

About 10, Cathy told me that she hadn't completed her chores yesterday afternoon, and she had to go out for an hour -- but promised to be back in time to drive over to the apartment with me.

"I'll take Kevin with me and drop him at the babysitter on my way."

"OMIGOD! Sorry, Cathy, I didn't even think about Kevin."

She laughed. "Of course you didn't -- you're not a mother, but I'm sure you'll turn into a fine nanny."

So I was left alone for over an hour, feeling particularly horny because I hadn't had any kind of sex in 12 hours (to think I used to go weeks!), and not wanting to get started on my own. I paced. I tried to read. I paced. I had another cup of coffee. Finally, I went upstairs and fetched my Domme outfit -- the one my friend Jill said was over-the-top cliché -- and laid it out on Cathy's bed. She could help me dress when she got home: a red leather Merry Widow, with a riding crop clipped to the hip, and thigh-high boots were hardly the sort of thing to wear sitting about in the house.

At last, I heard Cathy's Volvo pull into the driveway.

"I've been going stir crazy waiting for you!", I said as she came through the front door. "I should have come with you, this morning." 

"Probably not." She flashed her cryptic Mona Lisa smile at me. "Anyway, you seem to have survived -- though you've maybe had enough coffee," she noted, as I bounced in front of her.

"C'mon, let me show you what I'm wearing, and we can pick out something for you." I grabbed her hand and pulled her into her bedroom. When she saw the bustier, she laughed. 

"Oh, that really is marvellous, Christie!"

"Help me into it please!"

"Christie, calm down, we've got 45 minutes before he's supposed to be there. It's less than 5 minutes to the apartment, so we really have 45 minutes to get ready."

She kissed me gently, then pulled me down onto the bed with her.

"Uh, Cathy -- this never seems to end up with either of us being calm."

"True, but lets see how it works out. If we can't contain ourselves, well then we still have 45 minutes."

She held me in her arms and just stroked me until I relaxed.

"Now, let's pick out something to wear."

After rummaging through all her lingerie, we finally chose a black silk teddy with matching garter belt, black fishnets, and a half-bra -- with Cathy's rack, she could hardly get away without a bra. Cathy chose to skip panties as I had -- they'd be wet before we ever got started, anyway.

"You have to let me wear CFM pumps, though!" I'd told Cathy they weren't good for her in the last half of her pregnancy and wasn't letting her wear heels. 

"OK, just this once. But you wear flats until we actually get in the apartment."

"Deal".

"Now help me into this bustier -- I had to lace it myself yesterday."

"You're going to wear it NOW? I thought we'd change at the apartment."

I looked out the window at the clear blue sky. "Looks like rain to me. A good raincoat will hide anything."

By the time we'd got dressed, done our makeup and I'd brushed out Cathy's waist length black hair, it was right on noon. We each threw on a raincoat over our slutty clothes, Cathy picked up her pumps and purse, and we hit the road.

At the apartment, I opened the door and walked in -- leaving the door open behind me. John was there in position -- kneeling, legs slightly spread, with cuffs on wrists and ankles, a collar on his neck and both hands on the back of his collar. On closer examination, he was wearing a leather mask without eyeholes, and a cock-ring round his erect member which was connected to a butt-plug inserted comfortably up his ass. One more thing -- he was wearing the ball gag we'd used yesterday.

"I didn't tell you to wear the gag."

He hung his head, and muttered something that might have been "Sorry, Nanny".

"No, that's very good slave -- I should have told you to. You learn quickly. I'm pleased with you."

Hearing that, Cathy walked in and quietly closed the door behind her. We took off our raincoats and she changed shoes. I took my riding crop in hand, and traced John's jaw with the tip.

"Stand pet. Come with me." With the crop under his chin I led him blindly to his punishment station, where I clipped his wrist cuffs to the dangling hooks, and pulled on the ratchet end to hoist him to his toes.