NANNYSPY Nanny chooses to fuck to keep her job

Title: “The Nanny’s Choice”

Biscuit watched as the two little boys, Timmy and Tommy, scampered off to play in the backyard, their high-pitched giggles echoing through the large house. She sighed inwardly, feeling the weight of responsibility press down upon her delicate shoulders. The young nanny, barely out of her teens, had been in her role for only a few months, but already she felt the pressure of keeping her job.

Her employers, the Stewarts, were a demanding couple. Mr. Stewart, a wealthy businessman, was often away on trips, leaving his wife, Mrs. Stewart, a high-strung woman, to deal with the day-to-day running of the household. Biscuit knew that her position was on the line, and she was determined to prove herself.

As she tidied up the playroom, Biscuit couldn’t help but feel a twinge of disappointment. She had always dreamed of being a nanny, but the reality was far different from what she had imagined. The long hours, the endless chores, and the constant worry about her job security were taking their toll on her.

Just as she was about to leave the room, Biscuit heard a noise behind her. She turned around to find Mr. Stewart standing in the doorway, his tie loosened and his eyes glinting with a predatory hunger. Biscuit’s heart skipped a beat as she realized the dangerous situation she was in.

“Mr. Stewart,” she stammered, “I didn’t hear you come in. I was just, um, tidying up the playroom for the boys.”

Mr. Stewart moved closer, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Is that so? I must say, Biscuit, you’re doing a splendid job. The boys adore you, and my wife is very pleased with your work.”

Biscuit felt a wave of relief wash over her. Perhaps she had been worrying for nothing. “Thank you, Mr. Stewart. I do my best to provide the boys with a loving and nurturing environment.”

But Mr. Stewart’s smile only grew more sinister as he closed the distance between them. “Indeed, Biscuit. And I believe there’s something I can do to ensure your continued employment here.”

Biscuit’s eyes widened as she realized his true intent. “I… I don’t understand, Mr. Stewart.”

The wealthy man chuckled darkly. “Oh, I think you do, Biscuit. You’re young, beautiful, and so very naive. I’ve watched you, you know. The way you move, the way you look after my sons… it’s absolutely intoxicating.”

Biscuit took a step back, her heart pounding in her chest. “Mr. Stewart, I can’t…”

But he was upon her in an instant, his large hands grasping her delicate wrists. Biscuit gasped as he forced her against the wall, his body pressing against hers with a cruel insistence.

“You’re going to do exactly as I say, Biscuit,” he growled, his hot breath brushing against her ear. “And in return, I’ll make sure that you never have to worry about losing this job again.”

Biscuit trembled, her eyes filling with tears. She knew she was trapped, that there was no way out of this situation. “Please, Mr. Stewart…”

He silenced her with a rough kiss, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth. Biscuit whimpered, feeling his hands explore her body with a sickening hunger. He grabbed her breast, kneading it roughly through her uniform, and Biscuit couldn’t help but grimace at his ungentle touch.

But as he pulled back, a wicked grin on his face, Biscuit knew that she had no choice. She was going to have to submit to his depraved desires if she wanted to keep her job.

“Good girl,” Mr. Stewart purred, his hand moving down to the hem of her skirt. “I knew you’d see things my way.”

Biscuit bit her lip, trying to hold back the sobs that threatened to spill from her throat. She could feel his fingers brushing against the bare skin of her thighs, and she knew that it was only a matter of time before he would force himself upon her.

And so, with a heavy heart and trembling hands, Biscuit did as she was told. She submitted to Mr. Stewart’s darkest desires, her body betraying her as he roughly took his pleasure from her. The entire time, she could hear the echo of the boys’ laughter in the distance, a cruel reminder of the life she was meant to nurture and protect.

But in that moment, all Biscuit could do was survive. She had to keep her job, no matter the cost. And so she endured Mr. Stewart’s brutal assault, her mind drifting to a far-off place where none of this was real.

After what felt like an eternity, Mr. Stewart finally finished. He pulled away from her, zipping up his pants with a satisfied smirk.

“There now,” he said, patting her cheek with a cruel knuckle. “I knew you’d make the right choice.”

Biscuit stared at him blankly, feeling a strange numbness steal over her body. She watched as he turned and walked away, leaving her broken and shattered in his wake.

But even then, even as she sagged against the wall, tears streaming down her face, Biscuit knew that she would be back the next day. She would take care of the boys, she would clean the house, and she would endure whatever sick games Mr. Stewart had in store for her.

Because that’s what it meant to be a nanny. That’s what it meant to keep her job.