A nanny looking for a new position, on her knees

My dream position. I hope you’ll forgive me for sharing a fantasy of mine. It’s so hard being a woman who wants to taste a little girl, to have milky tits and be fucked while her tits are being sucked….if it’s all right, keep reading.

The phone rings twice before it’s answered. “Hello?”
“Hi, I’m calling about the live-in nanny slash homeschool teacher position you posted.” I rush to get out. “My name is Ashley Thomas. I’ve been a teacher—was. Sorry, I was a teacher for two years. I had high marks and was voted teacher of the year two years in a row.”
“Hello, Ashley. I’m Paul Winters. What made you decide to do something different? Are you new to the area? Maybe you and your husband moved here for opportunities? Tell me a little bit about yourself.” He asks the one question I’ve been practicing and am so glad I get to give the answer I practiced over the phone. I’m not a very good liar.
“I needed something different and the pay wasn’t enough to survive on.” I’m so grateful for the discussion around teacher pay being low. If I didn’t live with my mother I wouldn’t be able to afford to live alone. “I’m not married or anything.” Sadly, it was the lack of a regular cock that got me into trouble.
He’s quiet. I guess he wants me to keep talking. Trying to focus on giving him a good reason to pick me. “I knew I had to work hard to get into college. I graduated from high school at only fifteen and had my teaching degree by the time I was eighteen.”
“My goodness. You sound very accomplished. So you’re only twenty-two?” He asks.
I wince at the way he says only. Please let that be okay. “Yes, is it a problem? I’m very mature for my age. I believe it’s due to having to take care of myself while my mom was working. You and your wife don’t need to worry I’ll be a bad influence or anything.”
“Well, my dear. I’m not worried about your age for me or my daughter but for you. My wife died two years ago. It’s why I need you to be a live-in nanny and full-time and a part of why the pay is so high.”
“I’m sorry about your wife.” I think of the pay, it was really high for a live-in position.
He sighs. “I miss her. But I try to focus on the good things she gave me in life. Like my daughter. There is a requirement to the position I understand not every woman would appreciate. Which is another reason why the position is high as it rather…demanding.”
“I’m open to almost anything.” I offer. Closing my eyes I cross my fingers. Whatever it is, I’m saying yes. I need to get out of my mom’s house and I need money in my bank account.
“When my wife died I told the nanny agency of why I needed one and told them I wanted the best for my daughter. They sent me a nanny who was also a wet nurse. My daughter is already having a hard time with Marsha leaving us. Thankfully Marsha left us some breast milk pumped ahead of time but at this time my daughter is used to breast milk. Since breast milk is best for her, I want her to have what she wants. Would you be open to breast feeding?”
My nipples harden at the idea, my pussy is wet. Then reality hits. “I would love to but I’m not pregnant or have a baby.”
“Neither things are a requirement. Milky tits can be induced through pills or a regimented sucking of nipples after a week or two.” Paul informs me.
I gasp. “Really? I would be willing to do it!” Do I sound too excited? “I mean for your daughter. She deserves the best. How old is she?” Is she old enough she can follow directions to slide her arm up my pussy or can I slide it inside me myself, I wonder.
He chuckles. “Let’s not get too far ahead. I’m glad to hear you are willing to breast feed. But I am worried you wouldn’t feel comfortable living in my home since my wife and I are nudists. It’s important for you to feel comfortable too.”
Oh God, my pussy is so wet my fingers slip inside to find relief. Too be able to go around naked with my tits out and full of milk with a little girl who would be sucking my tits all to myself? “Sounds like a dream come true.” I sigh and stroke my clit.
“Good. Very good. How about coming by today? Is that all right?”
“Yes, I’m free.”
“Great, I’ll text you the address. See you soon.”
Driving up to the house I marvel at how large it is. I’m glad there’s really house down the long driveway from the quiet road. The property is almost an hour away from a major city. This isn’t the suburbs though, this is farther away than that, the last house was almost ten minutes from it and I can’t see another house from here.
It’s only now I’m wondering if this is a good idea. How do I know there’s a kid? Maybe he’s got me out here in the middle of nowhere to rape me and hold me captive as a fucktoy—I wish.
I ring the doorbell and only seconds later the door is opened. Paul is taller than my own five foot one inches by at least a foot. He’s a good looking man with six pack ab muscles and a thick cock clearly long even though he’s limp. When he sees me his cock comes to life.
“Sorry, I told you I was worried you’d be comfortable. You are a pretty girl. If you hadn’t told me you were twenty-two I would have thought you were sixteen. I bet you were a whole lot of trouble for your daddy.”
I’m wet knowing he thinks I’m pretty, at the idea of him fucking me. There’s something in the way he says daddy. He’s older than me. I’m thinking in his mid-thirties. I have no idea what comes over me, probably my steaming wet pussy. Grabbing the hem of the short dress I’m wearing, I pull it up and over my head. His eyes run over my naked body. “I’m not uncomfortable being naked. And I never had a daddy. But I would never be a bad girl for daddy.”
He smiles nice and slow before stepping back. “Come in, Ashley.”
Stepping inside I find he’s closed the door and is just looking at me. He holds out his hand. “Let me hang your dress up so there’s no wrinkles.”
I give it to him and watch him hang it up on the coat rack. I follow him into a home office. The place is nice. “You have a lovely home.”
“Thank you. My wife designed the place it was her dream. The same way raising our daughter away from the city with a lot of love was. It’s a shame the only reason it came true was because of her death, the settlement we got from it financed everything.” He nods at the chair in front of his desk.
“The city has gotten unsafe. I understand wanting to be far away from it all. What with you wanting to be nudists and everything. I love being naked. But in the city there’s always a fear someone is watching you.”
Smiling, he nods. “I’m glad to hear it. For most people living an hour away from the city is hard. Especially pretty young things like you. My wife believed it was important to show our daughter love in all it’s forms the same way she was raised. She thought it was easier away from prying eyes here in the country.”
His eyes don’t leave my tits. That’s the second time he talks about raising and showing love to his daughter…does he mean what I think he means?
“The same way I was happy you’re willing to lactate to feed my daughter. Although I should warn you, she’s as likely to use your nipple as a pacifier as she is to drink your milk.”
I’m squirming on my chair at the thought of a baby sucking on my nipple. “I’m okay with that. Offering comfort any way I can, is what I’ll be here for. I won’t mind at all.”
“You won’t mind Breanna will be kept naked as well? She’s—little miss. I told you I would be busy for a little while. You are supposed to be watching your cartoons.” Paul is stern but clearly not seriously as he speaks to the little girl. “I hadn’t asked Ashley if she was okay seeing your naked body yet. We need to ask first.”
A little girl? She isn’t the baby I began to believe she was as Paul talked about her. My pussy gushes at the sight of her small naked body. She giggles and crawls on her daddy’s lap. I watch as she gets comfortable on her naked father’s thickening cock. Obviously she’s done this before, her legs are open on the outside of his—her pussy on display. My mouth is watering at the idea of licking her tightly closed lips to get inside her slit.
“Hi Breanna. I’m Ashley.” Tearing my eyes away from her isn’t easy. I lift my eyes to his. “It’s more than okay. She looks delicious…”
“Doesn’t she? Breanna turned ten last month and is beyond my skills now to homeschool. I was beginning to wonder if I could find someone for us and worried I might have to enroll her in a school. My wife would have hated it. It was a part of the away from prying eyes thing. There are people who would judge us for keeping her naked not just as the day she was born but not dressing her ever in a stitch of clothing. My wife’s family didn’t believe in clothes or closed doors, the better for love to be seen and shown. She wanted our daughter to grow up how she did. It was important to her.”
My mouth falls open as I rock ever so slightly in my chair at the thought of Breanna naked at all times. The easier to touch her and taste her. When he says it, I’m wondering if I dare to hope. “I think it’s awful the way people judge others. I’m jealous of your wife’s childhood. To never doubt how much her mommy and daddy loved her. Parents have such a huge responsibility to raise children to fulfill their roles in life.”
“And what is the role of a little girl in life?” An eyebrow goes up.
I’m wondering if I dare to say when Breanna lifts her father’s hand and put it over her pussy, pressing his fingers into her pussy. “Daddy, she doesn’t have milky tits.”
“Shhh, sweetie, Ashley was going to tell me the role of a good girl in life.”
“To be her daddy’s fucktoy. A good girl is have her pussy, ass, and mouth ready at all times for her daddy’s cock and any man’s cock who wants to use her.” I say as I get down on my knees and crawl to him. This is what he meant by showing love. He licks her pussy. Will he let me?
“And your pussy is going to be open for my cock?” He asks.
I nod fast. “Yes, please.”
“Even though I’m not a seven year old girl like the student you were caught with? You don’t prefer little girls?” His smile at my surprise isn’t mean, it’s hungry. “I found your name on the registered sex offender site before you finished introducing your name. We might be in the middle of nowhere but we have fast internet connection.”
Embarrassed I look down at Breanna. “I would never touch a little girl who didn’t want it. I promise. I’ve had a lot of opportunity and never did it. She touched me first. For weeks she’d been touching my pussy and ass whenever I got close to her. I told the principal to save her from my hungry tongue. The principal said it was known the girl was missing her mommy who was still breastfeeding her and tasting her baby girl cunt. When I heard that…”
“You showed her the love she was missing.”
“Yes, she needed a mommy’s love. It was all I was trying to give her.”
“Breanna, be a good girl and greet our new nanny. This is Ashley.” Paul introduces me as he runs a hand over my head.
Breanna’s eyes dim as she studies me. “Your pretty but you don’t have milky tits like Marsha. I miss milky tits.”
“I’m sorry I don’t have milky tits. But I will soon. I want to feed you.”

She climbs off her father and comes to me, her arms go out for me to hug her. I’m weak and hold her tight. So soft and small. The press of her little body against my breasts is almost more than I can bear I don’t know how I keep from not touching her small bubble butt. “Can I suck your titty?” She whispers.
“I would be happy for you to suck my titty.” I say as I pick her up.
The moment I sit down she latches onto a nipple hungrily. It goes straight to my pussy. Looking down on her I can’t fucking wait to get her all to myself and discover what her tiny pussy tastes like. I’m so glad I’m sitting when she begins playing with my other nipple between her small fingers.
“Here you go.” Paul offers me a small white pill. “This will induce milk. You still want to do manual stimulation so you get used to feeding before the milk gets here, it’s a big difference. Especially with the way Breanna loves to suck. She used Marsha’s titties as a pacifier as much as she drunk milk from her. I was the one who emptied Marsha’s titties most days.”
I take the pill and the glass of water he gives me and drink it down. Handing him back the glass I give him a smile. “You’ll empty my titties?”
“You’ll want me to?” He asks.
“Yes. I’ve missed having a hard cock inside me. The little girl caught me in a moment of weakness. I would love to share your bed and be a good girl with my holes open for your cock at all times.”
Standing he walks to me. His cock is hard. I don’t hesitate to take his cock into my mouth and suck. He grabs the back of my head and fucks my mouth roughly until he pours cum down my throat.
I’m fighting for air when I feel a small hand go into my pussy. I open my legs wider as Breanna begins fucking my pussy with her small hand. I’m so close I cum hard in only minutes.
I have no memory of getting to a large bed where I’m laid down in the middle by Paul. I open my legs wide for a hard cock. I’m soaking the bed beneath me when the little girl sits down on my face without even a hello. Sweet, so sweet her girl cunt is the tastiest thing I’ve ever had.
My tongue fucks the tiny cunt with glee.
“Oh nanny fuck me with your tongue. It feels so good daddy. Thank you for my nanny.”
Paul slams his cock inside me with enough force he dislodges his little girl from my mouth. I watch as he picks her up and turns her around so they were facing each other before putting her back down over my mouth. They kiss deep like lovers as a hand runs over her nipples.
My cunt is begging his cock to fuck me gripping him tight to fill my pussy with cum. He finally lets her mouth go and begins fucking me hard. Oh fuck.
Harder and harder he pounds into my pussy. “You’re so fucking tight. Damn your pussy feels good.”
“Pound my pussy daddy. Fuck me daddy. Fuck your little girl with big cock in my tiny pussy. Oh daddy fuck me daddy.”
Breanna crawls off me and begins sucking a tit while she plays with the other. I don’t last long and cum hard.
Paul keeps pounding into me. I love watching him use my pussy, the sight of his thick long cock going in and out of me. His cock is as big as I was afraid of, at least eight inches long and more than two inches thick, much thicker than my vibrator.
“I’m cumming. Breanna, open your mouth like daddy’s good little cum dumpster.”
I watch as she goes down on her knees and takes her daddy’s cock into her mouth with a smile and swallows every drop.
I’m going to love this job.

I can dream.

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