Nanny Wanted

by Iona Rose

  I decided there and then not to give in to my fear.

  It was past time to put Stan in the past where he belonged. I had no reason to believe those messages had been from him other than my own paranoia. I had to stop letting him into my head and spoiling my life.

  For the first time in a long time, the future looked colorful. I had no concrete plans, but I knew my life was about to take a different course. Something was growing in me. A longing to do more. To reach all my potential. To go after my dreams.

  I knew a lot of it had to do with Luke. He had worked hard for the life he had created for himself and his daughter. A number of times I had caught him in the library immersed in his work, he had a rapt expression of a man who enjoyed his work.

  I wanted the same for myself. It wasn’t too late to chase my dreams and live a life I could be proud of. I had never once woken up before him. Luke was always the first in the household to get up. This was what it took to make a successful career.

  By my side, Luke slept soundly, his right hand cupping my breast as if claiming ownership.

  I wouldn’t mind belonging to Luke. With a sigh, I reminded myself we weren’t about that. We didn’t own each other. We were two people who enjoyed sex with each other with no emotions attached. But just for a few seconds, I gave in to temptation and allowed myself to fantasize what it would be like to be Luke’s woman.

  He was the kind of man who would shower attention on his woman all the time. With Luke, you would never feel neglected. He always, always thought of my pleasure before his. I stared at him as he slept. His gorgeous, dark hair lay in unkempt waves, giving him an I-just-fucked-hard look.

  My sex clenched as memories from the night came over me. My hand snaked down between my legs and I slowly began to rub my clit. Soft moans escaped my lips.

  “Not fair,” Luke grumbled.

  “What’s not fair?” I gasped.

  “You playing with your pussy without letting me watch.” He opened his eyes. “I want to watch.” He got up from the bed. “I won’t be long. Don’t do anything.”

  I admired his naked form as he went into the bathroom.

  Moments later, he strode back into the room, his cock rock hard and jutting out from his body.

  I drooled as I watched him grab a chair and bring it near the bed.

  He sat down, wrapped his hand around his cock, and softly stroked it. “Spread your legs wider, little Ella,” he urged.

  I opened them as wide as they would go and slid down the bed so he would have a really good view. “Can you see my pink pussy?” I asked, heat pulsing between my thighs. I felt like a sex vixen as I brazenly showed off my most private parts to Luke.

  “Oh, yes,” he replied, his eyes blazing. “Pink and wet. Go on, play with yourself for me.”

  “You sure you won’t come and play with me instead?”

  “This time I want to watch.”

  “If you’re sure…” His words spurred me to make him break his intention of simply watching. My hand drifted down my body to my pussy. I parted my folds, and as my fingers came into contact with my clit, I groaned and let my body arch.

  “You’re dripping,” Luke muttered, his gaze glued between my legs.

  “For you. I’m always dripping when you’re around,” I purred and rolled my clit between my fingers. Then I finger fucked myself slowly.

  Lust shook Luke’s body as he stroked his huge cock. Beads of white liquid formed at his tip. “I need a taste of your sweet pussy, Ella,” he growled, and in one swift movement, he was kneeling by the bed and tugging me downwards.

  I laughed softly, victoriously. I did feel glad he couldn’t keep away.

  He moved my hand away and replaced it with his tongue.

  At the first touch of his tongue, I whimpered. “Oh yes,” I moaned as his tongue lapped up my juices.

  “You taste so good… like honey,” Luke muttered.

  “My pussy’s hungry for your wonderful cock,” I said as I writhed to get as much of his tongue inside me as I could.

  He climbed onto the bed, flipped me onto my side roughly, and raised my right leg up. “Is your hungry little pussy ready to get fucked?”

  I almost came from his dirty talk and the anticipation of getting fucked while in this position. It was one of my favorites. It always felt as if his cock went so deep, all the way up into my belly. “Yes please,” I cried.

  It felt like I had died and gone to heaven when he shoved his cock into me. “Please… please.” Every time he did it at this angle, I felt surprised anew to feel this filled up. I needed nothing else in my life, except the feel of his cock thrusting in and out. Each time Luke thrust in, his cock touched a hot spot while rendering me helpless and desperate to come.

  I raised my hips higher and Luke pumped into me harder. The fire in me flared. I started to feel lightheaded. “I’m going to come.”

  “That’s it, baby. Come for me. Come all over my cock,” Luke urged.

  I fisted the bedsheets as scalding pleasure exploded in me. I screamed and called his name repeatedly. Luke slammed into me harder, intensifying my orgasm. My body had never experienced such pleasure as it had in the weeks since Luke and I had started having sex.

  Seemingly, from far away I heard his growl, and I knew his orgasm was imminent. I squeezed my pussy, gripping the length of his shaft.

  “Fuck Ella. I’m about to shoot my load inside you.”

  “Fill me with your cum,” I urged, loving the intense pleasure drawn on his face.

  Hot, thick spurts of cum filled my pussy and still, Luke kept pumping. I felt another wave of yet another climax coming on. I threw my head back and reveled in the intensity of another multiple orgasm.

  “That was so damn hot,” Luke said a few seconds later, his cock still buried in my pussy. He offered me a hand. “Let’s go shower together. I got a big day ahead of me, but I think I have one more fuck inside me for you.”

  Luke

  “Would you girls like to come to my office in town, later in the afternoon?” I asked Ella and Molly as we were having breakfast.

  Where had that come from? I’d always kept my home and work life private. Perhaps it had begun with Penelope because she had never been interested in my work life and had made that clear from the beginning.

  Whenever I spoke about work, a bored look would come over her features. It hadn’t taken long to realize Penelope liked money but never cared about how it got made. All she had cared about was spending the money as quickly as possible… on herself.

  I tensed as I realized the vulnerable position I had placed myself. I suddenly realized I wanted Ella to say yes. It would hurt if she said no. Now it was too late to withdraw the offer. I started castigating myself. I shouldn’t have asked. I should have continued to keep my work separate from what Ella and I had. The sheath I had wrapped around my heart was beginning to melt off and this wasn’t a good thing for me.

  “We would love that, wouldn’t we Molly?” Ella said and looked at Molly, who nodded enthusiastically.

  When she turned her gaze back at me, I searched her face for any signs of her faking it. Her expression looked as open as it always was while her eyes were sparkling. Relief flooded into me even as warning bells rang in my head. Why was it so important to me for Ella to say she would love to see my office? I pushed away the taunting voice and launched into mundane words, “I’ll send the driver to pick you both up.” I looked at Ella.

  “Great,” she said with a big grin. She turned to Molly. “Tell Daddy what naughty Bean did this morning.”

  Molly immediately launched into her story about Bean chewing up one of her shoes.

  I listened, but part of me couldn’t believe this was really my life. Was this really me, sitting here with Ella and my daughter playing happy family? Or was I dreaming?

  After breakfast, I kissed Molly and lingered near Ella.

  She winked at me. “Not today, but one of these days we’re going to have to christen your desk at work.”r />
  My eyes widened as all kinds of wild images ran through my head. I drove myself to work, all the while whistling as I drove.

  “Morning Robert,” I greeted the security guard standing by the entrance, as I walked through the glass doors of the building.

  He stared at me in surprise before replying in a stuttering voice. As if my friendliness had shocked him.

  I searched my memory as I slipped into the elevator and realized how sometimes I would be in such a foul mood that I never said hello to anyone.

  Shame flooded me. I’d never given it a second thought before. Such behavior reminded me of my father when I was growing up. He’d been in a perpetual bad mood and his usual response to questions had been barks.

  I vowed to be friendlier to my employees. One of the strengths of Meyers Designers and Architects was our employees. We’d gotten top notch designers and architects as the company expanded. We also paid the best in the industry and our benefits couldn’t be compared to any other company in South Carolina.

  Still, a little friendliness went a long way. It cheered people up. I knew this because when Ella aimed her gorgeous smile at me in the mornings, it lightened my heart and made my whole day.

  I stepped out of the elevator on the tenth floor where the company offices were. My company occupied the eighth, ninth and tenth floors of the building. I got the same reaction Robert had given me from everyone I greeted as I went through the wide carpeted corridors to my office at the end of the hallway.

  My mornings were usually taken up by a series of meetings with our architects and designers and this morning would be no different. The only difference was the sense of anticipation I felt in my stomach. I had a quick sandwich lunch at my desk. Then I had a client meeting in the conference room at two P.M.

  Before I knew it, two thirty came around and I was back in my office, waiting for Ella and Molly. Lightness filled my chest and I found myself smiling for no reason. Perhaps it was because it would be the first time Molly had ever been to my office.

  This notion rang as false even to myself. At five years old, it wouldn’t really make much of an impact for Molly to see where her dad worked. It was mostly for Ella. Warning bells sounded again. I told myself, I rarely got a chance to show anyone what I had created.

  By the time my secretary buzzed me to let me know they had arrived, I’d actually started to grow impatient. “Show them in,” I said, getting up. I grinned widely as the door swung open and Molly walked in followed by Ella.

  Molly looked around my office wide eyed.

  I shifted my gaze to Ella and immediately my body heated up.

  What was it about her? She was sexy without even trying. She wore the kind of short dresses she favored and I loved. This one showed off her figure without appearing overly sexy. My hands itched to slide her skirt up, and cup her ass.

  “I love your office,” Ella said, looking around. “Isn’t it nice, Molly?”

  My daughter held my gaze and nodded.

  “Thank you,” I came around the desk and stepped closer to them. “This is my favorite spot,” I told Molly and led her to the ceiling to floor glass window. It had a gorgeous view of the city.

  She placed her palms on the glass and peered down.

  I looked back at Ella and we exchanged a warm smile.

  Moments later, my secretary brought in some coffee for myself and Ella, and a glass of apple juice for Molly.

  We chatted as we drank our coffee.

  Molly drank her juice while standing by the window and taking in the view of the city below.

  “I have somewhere else I want to show you,” I said to Molly when we had all finished our drinks. “It’s on the eighth floor. Let’s go.”

  Molly slid her small hand into mine as we walked, and I pretended this was a normal occurrence, but inside my chest, my heart felt like it might burst into a million splinters of joy. We were making progress. My daughter was beginning to trust me.

  On the eighth floor, I greeted the receptionist and led my girls down the hallway to a huge room at the end. I pushed the door open and we were met by a burst of color and children’s voices.

  Molly padded in.

  Ella turned to me. “What is this place?”

  “A play area for kids. It’s for our employees who have no child care at home and they have to work. This way, their children are taken care of, and they get to be productive at work.”

  I felt proud of the play area we had created. In a survey, our company had been ranked up there with one of the best places to work. I firmly believed that to get the best out of your employees, you also needed to provide the best for them.

  Child care, benefits and enough rest time, so when they were at work, they focused and gave the company their best. They also got to bring their dogs to work if they had well-behaved pets. It was a symbiotic relationship.

  “Wow!” Ella exclaimed, clearly impressed.

  I introduced them to the two ladies who took care of the kids. Today, there were four kids, all under ten years old.

  Molly seemed drawn to the playhouse in a corner and she entered, joining the little girl playing there.

  “Looks like we’ve lost our Molly,” Ella noted with a laugh.

  I laughed too. When we were ready to leave, we asked Molly if she wanted to stay longer and she nodded happily.

  “I’ll let you know when she’s ready to go,” one of the ladies said.

  We left soon after and returned to my office. I explained to Ella my policies with regards to my employees.

  “You appear so aloof and yet, you’re a teddy bear inside,” Ella commented with a grin.

  I frowned. “I’m not aloof. And neither am I a teddy bear.”

  “You’re thawing,” she said. “I like the new you.”

  I hadn’t ever thought of myself as aloof. If anything, I associated that word with my dad. I didn’t like the comparison. My dad’s aloofness had ensured that I had grown up without being close to him. I needed to try harder. I never wanted Molly to grow up and describe her dad as ‘aloof.’ “I told my secretary not to disturb me until I was done with my meeting.”

  “Meeting?” Ella asked.

  I shut my office door and locked it. “Yes. Didn’t you get the email?”

  “I like the sound of that,” she said, her tone throaty, a sign telling me she was turned on. Her heels barely made any noise on the carpet as she padded to the glass window.

  I remained by the door while admiring her hourglass figure as she stood with her back to me. She placed her palms on the glass like Molly had done. I swallowed heavily and my whole body stiffened with need.

  Ella looked over her shoulder. “The view is just beautiful.”

  “Not as beautiful as you are,” I said and meant it. Ella’s beauty shone from the inside.

  “Thank you,” she said and continued looking out. “So, what is the agenda of our meeting?”

  “Well,” I replied and closed the distance between us. “The first agenda is to find out if you’re wearing any panties beneath that dress.”

  “If I am?” She giggled softly.

  I loved the sound of her laughter. “If you are, I’ll be very upset.”

  “Will there be consequences?” she whispered.

  I wrapped my hands around her waist and rubbed my erection against her ass. “Very severe consequences.” I leaned into her ear and inhaled a whiff of her scent. So musky and sexy.

  “Agenda number two?” Ella asked.

  “Mmm, we’ll move to the matter arising from the first agenda.” My hands moved up her body to cup her tits.

  A quiet moan escaped her mouth. She arched her back as I grazed my hands back and forth across her hardened nipples. “Your tits feel so good.” I leaned forward to taste the skin on her neck. My cock pushed against Ella’s ass and I humped her softly, loving the feel of her curves.

  “We have to begin the meeting,” Ella said. “We’re short on time.”

  “Agenda one,” I said
, trying to keep my voice serious. My hands wandered to her hips as I caressed her soft skin gently, rising higher and higher. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Lean forward.”

  Ella did as I had said and presented me with her beautiful behind.

  I lifted her dress up to her waist, exposing her thong clad ass. “Someone is in trouble.” I lifted the thin strip of black thong.

  “They don’t qualify as a pair of panties,” Ella defended as her breath rasped.

  “That’s true,” I agreed, as I snapped her thong several times. From her reaction, I knew it had the desired effect. I dropped to my knees and pulled the thong down. I needed it out of the way. I wanted full access to Ella’s sweet pussy.

  I was hungry for it the way a thirsty man needed water on a hot day. Her thong looked completely soaked and I grinned as I threw it on my desk. I gripped Ella’s inner thighs and my tongue slid up and down the length of her pussy.

  “Oh yes, please Luke,” Ella pleaded. “Eat my pussy.”

  I nibbled, sucked, and drank all the juices leaking from her insatiable pussy as I breathed in the sweet scent of her arousal. Her juices just kept gushing out, no matter how fast I lapped it up. She needed more than my tongue. She needed my cock.

  I stood up, unsnapped the button of my pants, and brought my zipper down. I pulled out my painfully rock-hard cock. I gave it a few strokes and then spread Ella’s thighs even further apart. I gripped my cock and rubbed it over her pussy and ass. “Can you feel how hard you make me?” I growled.

  “I am so ready for you,” Ella moaned. “Please.” She arched her back, her pussy gleaming against the afternoon sun rays.

  I didn’t need a second invitation. I arranged my cock at the entrance of her pussy and plunged it in. Ella gave a muffled cry as my cock ripped through her walls. I stayed still, allowing her pussy to stretch enough to accommodate my size.

  A moan escaped Ella’s lips and I knew she was ready. I slowly pulled my cock out all the way leaving only the head.

  “Fuck me hard, Luke,” Ella said.

  I loved it when Ella told me what she wanted. I loved her unashamed nature that made having sex with her so different and a whole new experience.