The Perks of Being a Nanny [MF]

So, I never do things like this. I generally keep my sexual history to myself. I created this account just to have a little dirty rebellious fun. Mostly, I just want to browse NSFW content without the BF knowing. He thinks I’m a sweet little prissy girl. He is in for a shock. ? It’s been a few years since this happened, but I ran into the guy while I was back in my hometown for a bachelorette party and I can’t keep it to myself anymore. I hope you enjoy it.

The summer between high school and college I worked as a live-in nanny for a great family with two kids under the age of three. The mom traveled a lot for work, and the dad was always working. When he was home, he was shut in his office on the phone with clients. I was responsible for those kids 24/7 which was fine. I loved those kids. I had started babysitting for this family when the older kid was about six months old, so It wasn’t unusual me to stay over for weekends or for one of the mom’s mid-week trips and my parents were disinterested in my life so long as I wasn’t in trouble. Being a live-in nanny wasn’t a big deal at all.

About a week after I moved in for the summer, I was straightening up the house after I put the kids to bed. I was going through each room looking for stray toys and messes because toddlers get into everything. Well, I opened the door to the dad’s home office not expecting him to be home and caught him with his cock in his hand. My jaw hit the floor. I mean, I was barely legal at the time, and he was tall with dark hair and green eyes. I quickly shut the door and ran upstairs to lock myself in my room. I heard him come upstairs later and pause outside my door on the way to his bedroom, but I was too busy thinking about him and holding a vibrator to my clit to do more about it than try not to moan. I failed, and I was sure he heard it.

The next morning, he was still home while I made his kids breakfast which was unusual. The mom got her coffee and kissed the three of them goodbye and left without stopping to ask herself why he hadn’t left for work yet. I noticed him watching me over the top of his iPad a couple of times, but he said nothing outside of asking what my plans with the kids that day were and glancing up with a surprised look on his face when I set a plate down in front of him too. While I was cleaning up, he reached around me to put his plate in the sink. He was a little too close, and his free hand brushed the small part of my waist.

Over the next week or so, little things happened here and there. He would come home early and work in the family room while I sat on the floor playing with his kids, I started leaning over a little further when I knew he was watching, or bending over to pick up toys instead of squatting down. I thought it was harmless flirting. The first time he told me I was pretty before I went out for my night off with my friends. I joked about it with my friends. I knew that Mr. and Mrs. Pierce were having some issues, I had heard them arguing through the walls more than once even before I moved in, but I never thought he would cheat on her, least of all with me. I was pale, awkward and hadn’t grown into my hips yet. The only thing I really had going for me was a set of hot tits—soccer balls. I thought about it though. I thought about it all the time. After I caught him jerking it, I thought about it in the shower, in bed, in the pool, and while folding the kid’s laundry.

When I came home that night, it was around two am. There was a light on in his office, so I poked my head in to let him know I was home and would take over listening for the kids. He was standing near the window, still wearing his dress shirt and tie from earlier in the day. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, a glass of scotch swilling in one hand. The ice clinked against the glass when he looked up. He motioned for me to come in. I can’t remember what we talked about, but it didn’t take long for him to be standing very close to me. I took the glass from him and took a sip before I set it down. He kissed me. It was hot and forceful. His hands slid down my body, and his fingers gathered my skintight dress, pulling it up my thighs. I slid my hands up his chest and wrapped my hand up in his tie. I wasn’t going to let him get away. I wanted this. I wanted him. And he wanted me too.

As we stood there kissing, his fingers started to rub the outside of my pussy over my thong. I released his tie, loosing it from around his neck and popping the buttons of his oxford blue shirt. His skin was hot under my fingers. Things progressed quickly. I don’t remember all the ways he touched me, but my god, it was hot. His hands were all over me. Touching, massaging, pinching. He kissed my neck and my chest, but he worshiped my lips to the point where we were only breathing recycled air. When he lifted me up and put me on his desk, I knew we were going to fuck.

He pushed my dress up around my waist. I started to kick my heels off when he pulled my panties down, but he demanded that I leave them on. As he pulled my panties over my strappy heels, he kissed my ankles and massaged my calves. When he buried his face between my legs, and his tongue latched onto my clit, I grabbed two handfuls of his hair and held him there until I came.

The boys I had been with previously stumbled around in the dark until they were satisfied, and I was left wanting more. No, not more, better. But that, that was a man. A man that knew how the controls worked and was exceptionally adept at manipulating them. Lucky for me, those kids could have slept through a trip to Oz the hard way. I threw my head back and moaned while he worked. Mr. Pierce gave me my first orgasm. My legs started to shake on his shoulders; I was both hot and cold, my breathing was erratic. It was like an explosion that made the lights too bright. When he stood up, I clawed at his belt, button, and zipper until his cock was in my hands. And oh, was it nice. Average length but thick and the veins throbbed when it was engorged. I wanted to suck it, but he had other plans. He teased my aching clit with the head. Before I had even come down from my orgasm, he grabbed my hips and shoved himself deep inside me.

There was nothing slow or sensual about what we were doing. I could tell that he had missed sex and all he wanted was to fuck. I pulled my arms out of the stringy straps of my dress and pushed the clingy fabric down. My tits were already bouncing from the force of his thrusts, but once they were freed from my dress, they were out of control. I held his face in my hands and kissed him while he fucked me. When he told me he was about to cum, I pushed him away and got on my knees. He knotted his hand in my hair and pushed his dick between my lips over and over. I had to wrap my hand around the base to keep from choking. In under a minute, he was ready to finish, and I sucked the cum right out of his cock and swallowed his massive load.

He sent me to bed that night with a swift, sharp smack on the ass.

For the next two and a half months, we had sex regularly. He would come to my bedroom in the middle of the night when his wife was away. I think he liked that I never called him by his name, it was always “Mr. Pierce,” even in bed. I let him do everything to me that Mrs. Peirce wouldn’t let him. She liked missionary a couple of times a month; he liked everything else, every chance he got. It ended when I left for college. That was five years ago now, but I still think of Mr. Pierce when I can’t get off with the guy I am with. I even still have a thing for scotch and older men.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8op656/the_perks_of_being_a_nanny_mf