[Marie has been hired as a nanny to a 5-month-old baby boy. The mother always looks very tired, whenever they go out to eat. Marie wonders if they have sex at all. The baby's father, Josh, is handsome, with broad shoulders and a chiseled body underneath his dress shirts. For a while, Marie has noticed him eyeing her when his wife isn't looking. Tonight, the mother falls asleep besides her son, and when Josh has closed the door to the nursery and moves to pay Marie, she takes matters into her own hands.]
I take a step away from him as he moves to give me the money. "I was thinking, maybe you could pay me with something else today." He looks confused at first, and I move close to him again and look up at his face. "I notice how you look at me Josh," I whisper. "When your wife doesn't see."
His face changes and his cheeks redden. "I'm not sure what you're talking about, Marie."
I put my arms on his huge biceps and feel them through the fabric of his dress shirt. "I think you do, Josh," I whisper, "I think you think about me a lot, when I'm not here." I move closer, touching my braless breasts to his chest through my t-shirt and look up at him through long lashes. "Am I wrong?"
He feels my bare breasts through the fabric and clears his throat. Then he puts his hands on my arms, pushing me away a little. "That doesn't mean anything," he denies, "and I think it would be a good idea for you to go home now. Jenny will call you again, when we need your service."
I graze my hand down his chest and lock my fingers in his belt, pulling myself closer to him. "But I was thinking this would be a great time for me to be of service another way."
As my hips meet his and I push myself against him, his hands loosen their grip on my arms and I know he's losing the battle against his own longing. Through my thin running shorts, I feel him growing a little. His eyes dart to the nursery, where Jenny is sleeping soundly next to Brady. I grind my hips against his to get his attention. "Nobody said we had to stay right here, Josh. Do you want to go downstairs?"
He doesn't answer, but doesn't move away either, and I feel him growing more against me, so I take that as a yes and pull him down the hallway, down the stairs to the living room, where I push him into the soft cushions of their leather sofa. He looks up at me, almost dazed, as I look down at him. Then I sit myself down on his crotch and move my fingers through his hair.
"I've wanted this for so long, Josh, you know that?" I say in a low voice. My fingers slide across his skin as I start to unbutton his trousers. "I see how you look at me. Why do you do that?"
At first, he doesn't respond, but simply places his hands on my hips and lets me open his pants. When I grind my hips against him again and let out a tiny moan, his breath hitches in his throat and he clears it again.
"I can't stop thinking about you, Marie," he says, quickly, as if confessing a secret. "Your body, everything. Look at your outfit," his eyes glide hungrily across my body, and I feel my nipples tighten. "How am I supposed to ignore that?"
I rise from him and bow down to slide his pants down enough so that I can get to his cock, and when I do, it springs out of his underpants, half-erect. I let out another moan. "Oh, Josh, you are so big!" I say and I look up at him again. With my eyes looking straight into his, I lower my mouth to his cock and suck it. He closes his eyes and moans softly. "Oh my God, Marie," he begs. I let my tongue glide around his head and up and down his shaft, feeling him grow as I do. Then I touch my tongue to that place underneath the head and press, and he moans again, a little louder. By now, he is fully erect, and I feel myself become wet, but at this point I don't think it's quite enough. I stop sucking his dick and look up at him. His eyes find mine again. Then I get to my feet and strip off my shorts and panties, standing before him in only my t-shirt. His eyes shoot straight to my pussy.
"You like what you see?" I ask and pull my legs apart a little.
"Yes, Marie," he breathes, "I like it a lot."
I look around the room and my eyes spot a bottle of baby oil on the coffee table. They seem to have one in every single room in this house. I bring it with me and place myself on his crotch again, his cock protruding between us. I let out a moan as I feel the root of it graze my clit.
I put my fingers in his hair and look him in his eyes. "You want this?" I ask, while sliding my pussy ever so slightly up his shaft. He moans again. "God yes, Marie."
I open the bottle of baby oil and put a load in my hand, first rubbing it on his dick, then on my pussy, wetter than before. Then I toss it aside and move my face so close to his that I can feel his breath on my cheeks.
"But we can't have you moaning too loudly, right?" I say in a low voice. "Wouldn't want to wake the baby. So you'll have to be quiet."
He nods and takes in a deep breath. Then I push myself up and lower myself slowly onto him. As I feel his penis penetrate me, filling me out and gliding all the way into me, it becomes almost impossible not to moan loudly, but I manage to only let out a long whimpering sigh. His hands find my hips, and his fingers dig into my flesh in an attempt to stay quiet. His teeth are clenched and his eyes glazed over.
I start moving my body up and down, feeling his dick move in and out of my wet center, and I whimper softly and sigh as I go. Every time his cock moves out of me, his stomach grazes my clit, building up a tension inside me. He moans softly. I look at him again.
"You like that Josh? You like that daddy?"
The name seems to light a fire in him, and he grunts and starts moving with me, pumping his hips up against mine as I fall down on his dick again and again, the slick oil making it impossible not to go faster.
I take a fist full of his hair in my hand and draw his head back. "You like this, daddy?" I ask again, "you like fucking your baby's nanny, huh?"
"Yes!" he moans, as he slams his hips against mine, his cock rock-hard against the walls of my pussy.
"You like having your dick in your nanny's pussy, huh daddy?" I ask, whimpering as I feel him penetrating me again and again. My words seem to spur him on, and his thrusts intensify and I feel the tension in my groin reach a new height. Now it's impossible for me not to moan as well, and I bury my face and let him fuck me as I moan against his skin, trying to not let the sound escape.
As his thrusts intensify even more, I feel myself moving closer to the edge, and my whole body tenses as I moan into his neck. "I'm gonna come, daddy, oh my God!" I whimper, and then my pussy clenches around his dick, and I feel it surge through me, and I'm coming. It seems to last forever, his dick still thrusting into me, and I ride it, without a thought in my head, the orgasm pulsing through me until finally, he gives one last thrust and then he comes into me, moaning all the while.
We sit there for a moment, panting, me slumped against him, and I feel his hands loosen their grip on my hips. I take a deep breath and then I reach back to the coffee table and fish out a napkin to dry myself off. He looks at me, while I put on my panties and my running shorts. I can tell he's trying not to smile, but a little laugh escapes him and he tosses his hand through his hair and shakes his head.
I smile teasingly at him and put the baby oil back on the table.
"So," I say, drawing out the word. "Jenny's going to call next time you need me?" I ask.
He clears his throat, not even bothering to clean himself up yet. "I guess she will."
"Alright," I say. "I'll let myself out. See you soon."