The Nanny

THE NANNY

The final one on one meeting with the family is with the son, where she’s to spend the evening.  Another sexual encounter for sure.  Pain? Maybe.  But, an orgasm?

Chapter Seven

       Another naked trip through the hallways with the content escort, to the other side of the mansion, and Jo finds herself in front of another expansive doorway.  Her escort tapping the door glances toward her.  “You’ll be spending the evening in there with him.”

       The door swings open, the young muscular adult she met last evening, an obvious younger physical version of his father, greets her with only a terrycloth robe covering his midsection.  Lean, with a well tanned physic, his black hair still set, he steps to the side allowing her to enter his suite.  Shutting the door, he steps behind her and surprisingly uncuffs her wrists before gently removing her chocker collar.

       “Well Jo, I guess you are my whore now, aren’t you?’  He barely smiles, actually not so much insulting, but matter of fact, then adds, “Look at me, you can answer, you’ll be spending the night with me you know.”

       Glancing up into his eyes, fatigued, frustrated, emotionally beaten down, she just slowly shakes her head back and forth before barely nodding.  “Yea… Yes, I guess I’m just your whore.”  Glancing back down, rubbing her wrists and slowly twisting her neck back and forth she appreciates the respite from the leather restraints.

       Gazing her up and down, stepping around her naked body, inspecting the light bruises across her glistening bare flesh, he nods toward the bed.  “Would you mind sitting there with me a moment?”  He softly asks while stepping toward the bed himself.  “Sit beside me, okay?”

       His voice almost gentle, actually unexpectedly so, Jo steps toward the bed with her arms down toward her sides, unconcerned with her bare breasts gently swaying unshielded as so with her bare vagina.  Turning and sitting, she allows her hands to rest palms up on the mocha toned mattress cover as she lowers her head while starring toward the imprinted designs across the coordinated area carpet partially covering the inlaid wood floor.

       Sitting next to her, he gently runs one hand through her tangling hair while sliding his other hand across her bare thigh, whispering, “You’re incredibly beautiful, you know.”

       Glancing over toward his appearing to be sincere expression, unknowing if he’s being deceptive or kind, her emotions almost overwhelm her.  Since the horrific flight, the beatings, the needles, the forced sex, both oral and otherwise, this is already the gentlest she’s been treated during this insane roller coaster experience.  A tear in her eye, she again lowers her head while glancing away, waiting for the pain.

       “Jo… Listen to me.”  He continues.  “You’re going to be here quite a while… Make the best of it… There’s that faintest of chances your future may not be what it appears right now.”  Still caressing her stringy hair, tugging her head against his bare shoulder, he continues to massage her closest thigh.  “As crazy as this all is so far, there’s even more things about this place you’d find hard to believe, and shouldn’t know, for now.”

       Her thoughts blurry, his touch is actually comforting while her mind still struggles not to allow her defense to lower much more as she awaits another terrible twist in her treatment.  Almost apprehensively allowing her head to rest on his shoulder, she feels his fingers sliding off her thigh into the palm of her upturned hand.  Feeling it gently squeezed, she struggles not to squeeze back as both physically and mentally exhausted, she continues to stare toward the floor, hearing herself quietly asking, “Are you going to hurt me now, too?”

       “No… No I’m not Jo.”  He whispers as he continues to let his fingers glide through her hair.  “When you’re alone with me, you’re not going to be punished, unless it’s really deserved.  I think you’re going to learn to appreciate your allotted time with me, especially over the next few weeks.”  Squeezing her hand, he continues.  “But, just remember what’s expected of you by the family, that includes me, and learn to accept it.  You might even learn to appreciate it once in a while if you allow yourself, let me show you.”

       Eyes closing, slumping back in his arm, Jo feels herself being lowered on the comforting surface of the wide bed.  On her back she feels her arms raised one by one, her hands resting on the bulges of pillows.  She offers no resistance as she feels him lifting her legs, barely spreading her thighs as he positions her across the bed.  His body sliding beside hers barely moves the mattress as she feels his legs against her bare flesh, his hand cupping her palms above her head as the warmth of his naked body presses against hers.

       Feeling his other hand gently gliding across her navel, her fingers reflexively tighten, squeezing against his.  The rippling of her stomach, her abs, flow with his fingertips as his hand glides upwards in gentle circling motions across her bare flesh as his fingertips curve around one, then the other firm mound gently rising and lowering across her relaxed torso as she calmly breathes.

       His warm breath whispering across her ear sends quivers, chills through her as she feels her neck quivering, her back trembling uncontrollably.  A gentle flick of a nipple, the following tweak of the areola and again her back gently rises toward his caressing fingers.  Biting her lip, utterly relaxed on the bed, she finds herself pleasantly accepting the warmth of his naked body against hers as he continues to massage first one breast, then the other.  His sister having just manipulated her, then having masturbated her own tight body in front of her, all the other multiple interrupted and forbidden orgasms have lowered her will power, her sensitivity.  Already she can feel the moistness between her thighs, the quivering in her stomach, the stirring deep in her womb as his fingertips send not unlike tiny electrical shocks through her nipples, across her breasts.  She realizes how frustrated she is, how bad that even in her predicament, she wants, needs an orgasm.

       Biting her lower lip she feels his thigh against hers as her hips rub; flex gently up and down, her bare glistening flesh against his.  Another gentle, extended kiss across her ear, with his warm breath brushing across her hair, she tilts her head back into the mattress, grunting.  “Oh… God… Please… Please!”

       “Do you want me to fuck you Jo?... Allow you an orgasm?  Do you want to fuck me until you cum?... I’ll let you if you want too!”  He whispers in her ear, slowly breathing across the lob while glancing toward her chest arching upward for his manipulating hand, trying to maintain contact with his flicking fingers as he slowly slides them away from her breasts, to barely touch her sternum between her firm mounds, down across her hollowed stomach, brushing over her rippling abs and tweaking her flexing belly button. “Do you?”

       “Ohhhh… Oh God!” She groans, realizing what he just said, hoping he’s not toying with her.  Her mind screaming, Yes!... Yes!... God Yes!’  Trembling as she feels the tips of his fingers circling her thrust out pubic mound, a fingertip sliding between her moist folds as she arches her hips, brushing across the swollen nub of her tingling clit.  Thrusting her thighs upwards, she whimpers, “Uuuummphh… God… Yes… Oh fuck me… Fuck me!… Oh yes!… Let me fuck you!... Yes make me… Let me cum!…Pleeeaassse!... Lets fuck now!”

       Begging, twisting her head, her glazed eyes starring toward his face, she moans, her body trembling as his fingers rub, flick, twist at her stretching clit. “Oh God… Mount me!  Mount me now… Hurry!”

       Sliding, rolling on top of her naked body, on his knees he forces his legs between her spreading thighs as her knees bend, her feet lifting upwards pushing against his butt cheeks, thrusting, shoving as her hips flex upwards.  As his swelling, pulsing shaft forces its way between her drenched labia folds, he feels her vagina walls stretching, encasing his manhood.  Tight, warm, like an expanding glove, the anticipated feeling even more incredible then he anticipated, his pulsing shaft borrows ever deeper between her bucking thighs with each erratic stroke while his mouth presses across her cheek, her head rearing back into the mattress.

       Her insides burning, tingling, she forces her hips higher, jerking back and forth gripping his shaft with her thighs, her vagina, as she squeezes, humps against his muscular body.  Gripping his hand above her head like a vice with both hers, feeling his lips against her cheek, she twists her head, her parted lips pressing against his as she feels her tongue flattening, probing into his mouth.  Kissing, grunting, her womb twisting and rumbling, she grips every inch of his pulsing shaft, riding it, twisting and jerking it, working it in and out as his muscular chest crushes down across her flattening mounds, forcing them to spread toward her armpits, contorting under his weight.

       Reflexively shaking, her breathing raspy, the rush in her womb building to the long unattainable climax, her entire body quivers and rocks, her mind nearly blanking as she can’t comprehend that she’s actually on the verge of an incredible orgasm… Finally!  Nothing else seems to matter as her insides tenses, flexes, her thighs uncontrollably quivering around his waist, the spasms wracking her entire jerking body until finally, the mounting orgasm releases, explodes, gushing past his throbbing, stroking cock.

       “Aaaaahhhhh!!”  Quickly jerking her head, a long moan, grunt escapes her as each rapid heartbeat brings another gush, his body continuing to slam down across her stiffened, spasm wracked body as she uncontrollably shakes.  “Aaaaaahhhh!”  Her naked body still bucking upwards against his, her mouth again locked to his mouth, her animalistic grunts are stifled as their lips press painfully together.  As a second wave ripples though her womb, a third, contorting her body beneath his, she feels his continued strokes still pounding into her a few more, deep powerful thrusts before she feels his shaft also throbbing, pulsing.  He too grunts, bucks on top of her. Both their naked, sweating bodies still locked together, working, his load pulses, spurts, mixes with hers between her trembling thighs.

       “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!”  He too, grunts as he rises upwards on his straightening arms, his hands palm down on the bed above her.   Sweating, his black, straight hair matting, he glances down toward her turned face, closed eyes as he holds still, feeling the last of the tremors, the head of his shaft still hypersensitive even as it twitches deep inside her. 

       “Oh.. God…. God Jo… Wow!”  He exclaims, then smiles as he gently kneels on his knees, allowing his still thick rod to slide back, her gripping vagina walls still firmly encasing his sensitive shaft until it’s swollen tip finally ‘plops’ out between her thighs, oozing, covered with their milky, bodily fluids.

       Glancing down toward her glistening naked body, her perfect breasts gently rising and lowering as her breathing comes slowly under control, he takes a few moments before rolling off her, lying against her side.  Her arms still above her head, on the pillow, he reaches up, gripping her hands, he lowers them toward his mouth and gently nibbles on a finger.

       Barely opening her eyes, tilting her head, staring into his, she softly whispers, “Thank you!”  Again closing her eyes, she slowly smiles before carefully sliding down the bed.  Slipping beside him, she lets him continue to nibble at her finger as her arm stretches upward.  Sliding her other hand down across his stomach as his abs flex, gripping the bottom of his still semi erect shaft, tilting her head, slipping her tongue out from between her lips, she quietly coos between licking the sticky moistness from his twitching shaft.  “Let me clean you off… Let this whore taste you, okay?”  Hearing just a whimper, she thinks to herself just maybe her future doesn’t have to be what it seems… This night could be an interesting one for bonding with this horny man-child.