Date: Mon, 13 Nov 2017 16:26:46 -0600 From: Stallion Subject: Breeding the Nanny "Fuck!" Groceries tumbled from the ripped bag, spilling onto the floor. I knew the eggs were a goner. Just what I needed after the shitty day it had been. I'd barely gotten the door open, juggling two bags of groceries, an overnight bag, my cell phone, and my keys. Successfully made it inside only to hear the bag ripping as its contents crashed to the floor. "Goddamn fucking shit. Just what I fucking needed." I started picking up the spilled goods when the doorbell rang. "What the fuck now." "What" I nearly screamed as I flung the door open, revealing a young somewhat frightened girl of about 17 or 18. The look of fear in her eyes snapped me back into reality and I quickly apologized. "Sorry about that, just having a really bad time of it and I just dropped a bag of groceries. Sorry about that." "Ah, that's okay. Sorry about the mess" she said as she stooped down to help pick up the mess. It was then that I finally noticed her. I mean, really looked at her. She was scooping up dried lentils, her hair flowing down to her shoulders. I could just see into the top of her blouse as it gaped open, revealing a tiny glimpse of her tight, youthful breasts. She glanced up and I quickly looked away, hoping she hadn't noticed. "So thanks for helping, it was......wait a minute, who are you?" "My name is Andrea. Pleased to meet you, Mr. Walden," "So you know me, do you?" "Well, yes sir. You hired me for the weekend." I was instantly flustered, and sputtered for some reason. "I. Um. You say I hired. Um. Well, I....so, what....well, then I...." Andrea giggled slightly. "Well, I guess your wife probably hired me. Maybe you didn't know? I'm the nanny." "Oh, the nanny. Right. I completely forgot." When we booked this place it was going to be a nice family vacation for us, and a little bit of an anniversary celebration as well. We figured we'd all be together, but then with a nanny we'd be able to slip away and have some audit fun as well. God, I'd completely forgotten all that. "So are the kids upstairs already" she asked, picking up the last remaining apples and putting them on the counter. "Are the kids what? Where? Oh, yes. I mean, no. They're not here." "So they're coming later? Should I come back then?" "Well, to be honest, they're not coming at all. We sort of, that is, my wife and I, well, we had a bit of a fight earlier today. More than a bit actually. She kicked me out. So then I remembered we had this place already paid for so I figured I could hide out here till she calms down a bit and it's safe to go back home. At least I won't have to sleep in the car." "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," Andrea purred. "I'm sure everything will be fine after she's calmed down a bit." "Yea, that's usually how it goes. I mean really, could she stay mad at me? Ha. Kidding." Andrea smiled sweetly at me. I tried not to think what I was thinking. She was probably not much older than my oldest daughter, and I'd hate to think of some old perv thinking these things about my daughter. But damn, she was kind of hot. "So I guess you won't need me, so I'll head back..." "No, wait!" I have no idea why I stopped her like that. I didn't know what I was going to say, but something inside me just knew that I didn't want her to leave! "I still want to pay you. I mean, it isn't your fault that things went like this." "Actually, you already paid me so we're cool" she giggled again. "Oh, well, um, good. So you're all paid up, and you're here. So we're like all, um, good, I guess." "Yea..." "I'm sorry, I sound like an idiot. I'm really not that bad..." "I'm sure you're not. It's fine. Don't worry about.." "So you don't have to leave." Um, I have no idea why I said that. Nor do I know what I should say next. But say something. Quick. She probably is thinking you're a freak. Say some... "Ok" she replied. Hmm. Well. That was easier than I thought. We were in the kitchen, and I finished putting the last of the groceries away, at least, the ones that weren't ruined. "I could make us a drink" I said, immediately flinching and realizing she isn't old enough to drink. I opened my mouth to suggest a soda or coffee or something but she quickly said "I'd love a glass of that red wine, if you don't mind opening it." Before she could change her mind I had the bottle open, and poured two glasses. I probably poured more than I should have, but she didn't seem to mind. We went into the living room. "Let me get the fire going, and we can sit here and talk a little." The heat of the fire quickly warmed the room, and the wine warmed us both. 2 glasses later, and I didn't really feel all that worried about her age, or my age, or anything for that matter. I just knew I needed to see her tits. She went to the bathroom, and when she came back I was pretty sure she had unbuttoned another few buttons from her blouse. She also sat much closer to me on the sofa. Was she sending me a signal? I am never one to hesitate around a beautiful woman...but this was a girl. A bit dangerous. But the danger kind of appealed to me. I figured what the hell, and put my hand on her knee lightly, to see how she'd respond. She didn't move away or flinch. Good sign. I kept it there. We talked about this and that. Honestly, not really sure what we talked about. School and stuff, I'm sure. I kept my hand where it was, and started slowly moving my fingers. I could see a slight smile on her face. At least, I think I could. Was I imagining this? She moved slightly, twisting her torso in such a way that her blouse opened up. I could see those tits again...just a glimpse. Holy shit they were magnificent. I moved my hand up her bare thigh, just under the edge of her skirt. I leaned in slightly. She leaned towards me. I think we stopped talking then. Not sure, really. My mouth found hers. The contrast of her silky smooth soft lips and face against my bearded, masculine face was intense. My tongue reached out and grazed her lips as they parted, and I pushed in completely. As my mouth began to devour hers, my hand came up and found its nirvana. I parted her blouse and reached in. Oh fuck, they were as amazing as they looked. I pulled back and began unbuttoning her blouse. She smiled at me sweetly and reached out to unbutton my shirt. I reached behind her to unfasten her bra. I paused for a moment. There is nothing quite like that moment when you see a pair of tits for the first time. I wanted to savor it. I pulled her bar down and they sprang to life. "Damn, those are beautiful" I said. My mouth went straight to work, licking her nipples, first one then the other. Kissing, licking, biting. So sweet and taught. She stopped me, and motioned for me to stand. She got to her knees, and began unbuttoning my pants. They fell to the floor, and she sat there with her face right in front of my bulge. My dick was harder than usual, and I was leaking a bit. There was a small wet spot right at the tip of my cock, seeping out through my underwear. She pulled my underwear down, and my dick practically jumped in the air. She giggled slightly, and then moved in closer. Her tongue touched the head of my dick, causing me to drip even more. "How big are you...I don't think I've ever been with a guy this big before." I didn't wait to respond, and just pushed my dick into her sweet, lipsticked mouth. I knew she would have trouble taking it all, but she did pretty well considering. My hands played with her tits as she went down on my cock. It felt unbelievable. I twisted her nipples, causing her to moan but she never stopped sucking. It was quick. Hardly a minute later I knew it was coming, and it was too late to stop. I managed to get out a quick "oh my god" before I exploded in her mouth. She gagged and choked, but kept taking it. My load shot down her throat, and she worked to take it all. I pulled out, and let the last remaining streams trickle down her chin. I collapsed on the sofa, exhausted, but still hard. Her hand stroked my cock as I reached under her skirt to find her wet cunt waiting for me. She stood up and pulled her skirt down. Her tight, trimmed cunt stared back at me. She faced me, and climbed up on the sofa, sitting down to straddle me. She lowered herself onto my fat dick arching her back as it went in. "Oh god, that is amazing" I cried. I began to thrust my hips up into her, stretching her pussy with each push. She raised and lowered herself, taking every inch inside like a pro. She was breathing heavily, and moaning slightly, staring right into my eyes. "Oh god, baby. I want to make you cum for me" I shouted. I pushed in as deep as I could, looking for the spot that would drive her the wildest. I found it. I kept fucking her as my mouth hungrily licked her tits. The rhythm was amazing, and i could tell she was close. "Cum for me baby. Cum all over my dick." She began breathing harder and harder, and her eyes closed. Her back arched way back and I could tell it was here. With one loud groan she erupted, her warm cunt juices pouring out and enveloping my cock. As I felt it, I exploded a second time, my cum shooting deep insider her, mixing with her own orgasm. She fell against my chest, and I kissed her again. I gently lay her down on the sofa and my face went to her pussy. I spread her cunt, and my tongue went to work, sucking her juices and savoring every drop. She groaned with pleasure as I ate and ate and ate. My beard scratched against her cunt, driving her wild, which made me even hotter. I continued to eat until I felt myself getting close again. I sat up and pulled close to her. I grabbed my cock just in time, and pointed it towards her face. Another load shot from my cock, even bigger than the others. It splashed into her face and across her tits, painting her with my milky white cream. I collapsed on top of her with my cock pushed against her gaping cunt. We lay there for what seemed like an eternity. Her eyes were closed, and she was smiling contentedly. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tightly, her young tits pressed against my chest my hand reached down and continued to stroke her pussy, feeling my sticky load dripping out. I was about to doze off when I heard a noise on the front porch. There was movement, I could tell, and suddenly the door to the house opened. "Shit. Someone's here. Quiet." I placed my hand over her mouth, and held her head down. We were in the living room, and couldn't see the doorway. There was no exit form the room except into the kitchen which was right next to the front door. I mean, it's not like my wife doesn't know I fuck around. She more or less tolerates it, but only to a point. In fact, our fight earlier today was because she found out I had fucked her best friend at a party last week. She doesn't like it when I screw around with people we know, and she would definitely not approve of me fucking the kids' nanny. Shit. We were still lying on the couch, completely naked and covered with a substantial amount of cum. I craned my neck up to try and hear or see something, anything. I could hear movement in the kitchen, and saw shadows but not enough to tell what was going on. Well, there isn't really any other option I figured so I called out. "Hey, who's there?" "Oh, hey Mr. Walden. I didn't think you were here! I was just leaving you a note." A figure appeared in the doorway. Fuck. It was my assistant, Michael. I breathed a heavy sigh of relief and smiled at Andrea, who was still terrified. "It's okay," I whispered. "It's just my assistant." She didn't seem all that comforted by this news. "I hope I'm not disturbing you, sir. I just saw your email that you were coming out here anyway, and thought I'd drop off the account files you were looking for earlier. I know you wanted to get them...oh shit. I'm so sorry." Michael had walked into the room as he talked, and finally noticed us on the couch. "I'm so sorry, sir. I didn't know...I thought...I'm sorry...fuck." "It's okay, Michael. Believe me it's better than the alternative. I thought you were my wife. Michael, this is Andrea. Andrea, meet Michael, my assistant extraordinaire." "Hi Andrea, don't get up. Ha." He laughed nervously. Andrea reached down to find her blouse and quickly pulled it over her breasts. She sat up and pulled her skirt on quietly. I wasn't quite that shy. After all, this was Michael. Michael had extensive first-hand experience with my cock. I stood up, my cock still mostly hard and a bit sticky. Michael grinned. I had told him about the fight with my wife, and I'm pretty sure he was hoping to find me here horny and alone. I helped Andrea up. She was mostly clothed now, although her bra and panties were lying on the floor. Her tits looked even more amazing freed from their prison, and her nipples were hard as glass. "Andrea is our nanny, Michael. We hired her to look after the kids this weekend, but since they aren't here we got a little sidetracked." "You look really familiar," Michael said. "Yea, I was thinking the same thing. Do you go to South Seattle College," Andrea asked? "That's right! Yes, you were in my math class last quarter. How's it going?" Well. She's in college. Whew. At least I won't go to prison over this. "Do you need some more wine? Here, I saw the bottle in the kitchen." Michael headed back to the kitchen to gran the bottle. "Andrea, I'm sorry about this. Thanks for being such a good sport. Michael is a good guy. Working for me certainly has its interesting moments so he's used to just going with the flow." "It's totally fine," she giggled. "So funny that he was in my class. I remember him really well, cause I thought he was so cute. I overheard him saying he was gay one day, though, so knew I didn't have a chance." "Yes, he's gay. He has done excellent work taking care of my needs over the past year, in and out of the office." Michael came back in with the wine bottle and refilled our glasses. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a cigar...a Gurkha Black Dragon. "I figured you were probably stressed after the day you've had, so I brought a couple of your favorite cigars with me just in case." "See there," I said to Andrea. "Amazing. He takes incredible care of me. He knows what I want without me even asking." He knew his cue. He began unbuttoning his short, and slipped it off. He pulled down his pants and stepped out of them. His boy cock was hard, pushing against his briefs. He came over to me and dropped to his knees. His mouth opened and he took my fat cock down his throat without missing a beat. Andrea sipped her wine and watched. "Yea, son. Taste her cunt juices on dad's cock. Taste it, boy." Michael groaned and slurped on my cock hungrily. "That's my boy. Show daddy how much you want his dick." I motioned for Andrea to come closer. She moved up next to me and I reached out to find her tits again. Fuck, they felt like heaven. I teased her hard nipples and pulled them to my mouth. I kissed each, and began to lick them. I bit down softly on her nipple, making her moan. She unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall to the ground. I pushed her skirt down, until we were all three standing there naked. I pushed Andrea down to where she was on her knees alongside Michael. I pulled my cock out of Michael's throat, and fed it to Andrea. She took it like a pro. Most women can't really handle a thick cock like mine, but Andrea was definitely talented. Michael pushed his face under my cock and began to lick my balls while Andrea sucked me. Fuck, that felt amazing. I pulled Michael up to his feet while Andrea kept sucking. I kissed him, shoving my tongue into his mouth. My hands squeezed his boy tits. I leaned in close and whispered into his ear. "She wants you, son." He looked at me, puzzled. "Andrea wants you. She thinks you're hot." Michael seemed confused, or maybe scared. "Sir, I'm happy just taking care of you. You know that's not really my thing" he whispered. "I mean, that was hot when we played with your wife, but it definitely proved to me that I am gay." "You might be gay, son, but your dick is getting harder just talking about it. Just relax and let Dad take charge." "Always, sir." I reached down to find Andrea's head. I pulled her back off of my cock, and steered her towards Michael. She didn't need any encouragement. She immediately took his boy cock in her mouth and began to work her magic. "Oh god, sir. Fuck. That feels amazing, sir." "That's my boy, Just relax. Let her worship your beautiful cock. She loves that thick young meat." It was pretty spectacular. She was going down on him like it was the last cock on earth. He was totally getting into it, no matter what he said. His hips were moving slightly, pushing it into her throat. I came around behind Andrea, and reached down to her tits. I grabbed them both in my hands, and fondled them while she nursed my boy. Her tits were perfection, and her nipples were driving me crazy. I twisted and teased, pulling on them and feeling them harden to my touch. I leaned down and took one in my mouth. I sucked on each tit, tasting her sweet milk juices. Michael was looking down at me, watching me work her over. I stood up and pushed him down, putting his face against her tits. "Taste them, boy." Michael was shaking a little, but he parted his lips and began to nurse. I reached down and began to finger his ass while he sucked on her tits. He was clearly enjoying himself. He moaned and arched his back, pushing his ass against my fingers. I whispered again in his ear "you're going to fuck her son." He pulled back suddenly. "No sir, I don't really think I can do..." "Shhhhhh...trust daddy. You're gonna love this. Let's just try it, okay? Dad will show you how. If you don't like it we can totally stop." I got up and led Andrea over to the dining room table. I lifted her up onto it, pushing her back. Michael watched, fascinated. I lifted her legs onto my shoulders and moved in close. I positioned Michael in front of me, so I could see him and watch him. We locked eyes as I pushed my fat cock into Andrea's cunt. It was still wet form our earlier fuck. "Watch dad's cock, son. Watch how it pushes into her tight wet pussy." I began to pump into her faster. Michael was terrified, and fascinated. His cock was dripping already, so clearly he was enjoying this. "Fuck yea, baby. Take daddy's cock like a pro." "Yes sir, please, please fuck me sir." I got into a rhythm, going in deep and fast, and pulling out slowly until the head just about popped out...and then back in again. She moaned in pleasure. "You see that, son? You see how dad is driving her crazy? You have to try different angles and approaches, and read her body. Watch to see what sends her over the edge. Come over here." Michael came over next to me. "Okay son. I want to see you fuck her, now. Just like Daddy showed you." Michael was shaking, but stepped up. His cock was raging hard. He wasn't as big as mine, but it was still much larger than average and really thick. It was the kind of dick bitches love. He stepped in closer, holding his fat cock in his hand. I reached behind him and pushed hi in closer, until his cock head was touching her cunt lips. I whispered into his ear. "That's my boy. That's my hot fucking stud. Show dad what a fucking man you are." I came around behind him, and pressed my chest against his back, and my cock against his ass. He whimpered slightly. I reached around and guided his cock into her hungry cunt. Her lips parted, and his thick boy dick pushed in. "Oh my god" he cried. "Oh my fucking god." His cock went all the way in, and he held it there for a moment. He seemed to be trying to convince himself he was actually doing this. I pulled him back and his cock slid back and popped out. He reached down and guided it back in, of his own accord. He began to fuck her. Like, really fuck her. He was grinding his hips, pushing it in as deep as be could reach. She was clearly loving it. "Oh my god, Michael. Yes. Yes. Please fuck me. Please give it to me." I wrapped my arm around Michael's neck, tightening my grip while he pounded her cunt. He was sweating profusely, and getting into it. I bit the back of his neck, causing his entire body to arch. He was really close. I whispered in his ear "let her have it, son. Make her take your boy load." Michael groaned loudly and thrust in all the way. He held it there as his entire body erupted. He began to shake, so I held him up. His body convulsed, as his load exploded inside her. 4. 5. 6 fucking shots! His body shook, and he fell back to his knees. His load was dripping from her cunt. I pushed in front of him and shoved my cock into her again. I felt Michael's warm boy juices on my cock. I barely got inside her when I exploded. My load blasted into her, mixing with Michael's. Father and son DNA mixing inside her warm pussy. I slowly pulled out, and turned to let Michael clean me up. He licked my cock, tasting our loads mixed with Andrea's cunt juices. I reached over and pulled Andrea up and kissed her. Her sweet lips tasted cool and exciting. Michael stood up, and pressed his mouth against ours. The three of us kissed passionately, drenched in sex juices. "Thanks, son" I finally said. "I'm so proud of you, boy." "Thank you, daddy. I love you" he said, softly stroking my beard. "I love you too, son."