Pryce to Pay
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Episode 6: Sheep Disorder
Erotica Sex Story: Episode 6: Sheep Disorder - Willamina Pryce accepted a job 2000 miles from home as a first-time nanny to author Nick Benson and his wife Claire. Dollar signs in her eyes and a chance to start a new life in San Diego, California she jumped at the chance. With a writer that made 50 Shades of Grey look vanilla, her job was cut out for her. Her boss a nudist was tough by itself, but the more she learned the hotter it was. The nanny was more than caring for their child, she was caring for Nick. Serving more apt! Best job ever!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Slavery Heterosexual Fiction BDSM Humiliation Rough Spanking Gang Bang Orgy Swinging Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism
It was an unwelcomed reminder of her exhaustion, Willa couldn’t sleep. The Benson baby Grace had woken up from evidently a nightmare. Coddling her in a rocking chair beside the infants crib gave her time to think. If not for her whining she might have dozed off in the comfy cushy rocker. Baby safe!
Nick Benson, the father was down in his office re-writing his latest chapter based on yesterday’s dramatic sexual encounter with volleyball players. As she rocked the infant to sleep ever so slowly there was a deep reality sinking in. Weary or not Willa reflected upon her actions yesterday at the beach. What possessed her to agree to such an extraordinary series of events. Less than a week ago she began her job here for the Benson’s. When she called about the job she had no clue the celebrity nature of her bosses. It was suddenly all sinking in. Pretty cool to be honest! If not ... extreme!
Over the years her shyness had slowly abandoned her. Her teen years were developed nicely by her mother and stepfather. Her mother was a fashion model who religiously made Willa maintain a strict routine of dieting and exercise. Willa’s beauty was certainly in her DNA. Even without makeup or perfect hair she was a lithe busty goddess. Even her complexion while being a redhead allowed her to tan without burning unless she brought it on herself.
Her stepfather on the other hand prided himself with giving her a great education, even if college didn’t work out for her. She still had a near perfect grade point average before stepping away from academics. She simply needed her own life without any true schedule or overshadowing teachers and students begging her to date them.
While her current status might sound contradictory it was a decision that she chose to find for herself. As it turned out Nick and his wife found her. Good money! Beachfront living! Paid vacations each month! Clothing stipend! Freedom to enjoy her body in front of others! Permission from Mrs. Benson to play with her husband. All she needed to do was watch over baby Grace and inspire Nick in his writing. Easy enough!
Therefore her desire for independence led her to giving the nanny occupation a shot. She had done a short stint in Chicago for a doctor whom luckily gave her a brilliant recommendation. Her question was, was it that reference that got her this opportunity or the sheer nature of her beauty? She had posed this question twice to Nick who gave her mixed answers. It was awesome that her beauty was being observed, but at the same time in four short days it had been abused. She knew there were reasons that she let everything play out as it had.
One, Nick’s book was so intense that her hormones constantly tormented her when she would think of certain chapters. Two, Nick himself was a handsome, muscular, if not a much older man with a mind that made her sweat. Thirdly, she had essentially promised Nick’s wife Claire that she would keep inspiring Nick any way she could. That meant to her that she might need to go above and beyond the call of duty. She certainly did that. In spades! Nick was amazing!
Still, yesterday was the most extreme thing she had ever done in her entire life. Lying naked on the beach as stripped by six strapping young men and seduced. She still had visions of it, wet almost every second since. The downside of that event was her gentle sunburns. As mentioned, she had gotten a nice all over tan, but she knew that she could use more sun still. She told herself she wanted to be as golden as her flesh would allow. Even her reddish-brown hair was growing a brighter shade of red in the sun.
Already formulating strategies, she would lay out by the pool every day for an hour during Grace’s naps. Or better yet, on the beach below. She had yet to even feel the ocean waves on her toes. Nick had kept her too busy yesterday to bother. Darn it!
Once Grace had finally drifted off to sleep, she placed her back in her crib and crept away. Wander lust took over. Wearing red boy lace shorts and a white tank top she shuffled through the home bored and slightly lonely. She wished Nick would stop writing and come talk. She felt the need to discuss everything. Her mind was reeling.
Barefoot, she took advantage of the greenhouse gym. Hoping to wear herself down she spent thirty minutes on the exercise bike and lifted weights for another thirty. Sweating heavily, she dried off with a towel and drifted toward the outdoor swimming pool where she sat dangling her feet in the water. The moon was stunning tonight.
She noted lights turning on from the kitchen then Nick realizing where she had journeyed. Stepping out he made his way to her side.
“Grace go back to sleep?”
“Yes, finally. I worked out some in your gym, I hope you don’t mind. I have my baby monitor with me.” She looked up at him and wiggled the small receiver. He had every confidence she was on her toes concerning his baby.
“Of course not. Keep that up. Staying fit is a good thing.” Unintentionally she glanced at his inseam, sure enough he was hefty and hard as a rock. No blush she simply nibbled her lower lip. Fit indeed!
“Did the rewrite of the beach chapter turn out to your approval?”
“It turned out much better than I imagined. I told you, beauty gets away with murder in Cali. You had those guys eating out of your hand.”
“About that. I took a huge risk for you Nick ... Dorian. Neither Wes nor Zane used a condom. That’s got me scared. I’m on the pill and luckily Wes didn’t cum inside me. Still, it does have the potential to be bad if they’re not healthy.”
“Do you wish you had told me no at the beach?” He leered down at her expecting regret.
“No. I loved the attention they gave me. I’m just amazed that I’m past my embarrassment stage. Walking naked to your car had me shivering even more. Children could have witnessed that. Doesn’t that bother you?”
“To a degree. However, risk is everything. I’ll ask you again. Do you want to go back to Chicago?”
“And I’ll tell you again, no. I trust you to keep me out of jail Nick. And the hospital. I’ve never even had a parking ticket, let alone an indecent exposure charge. Or worse. My family would have a cow if they knew what I’ve done since moving here.”
“I’ll be meeting with my editor next Monday. To give them the chapters I’ve completed. I might just take you with me.”
“To show off Sara?”
“Absolutely. Having props to go along with the pitch and presentation helps sell the story.” He winked!
“Whatever I can do to help.” She winked back! “Can we go shopping for clothes that don’t seem so slutty? I mean I’ll keep things sexy, but most of that new wardrobe those voyeurs bought me have less cloth than my entire suitcase of clothing I brought with me.”
“We can do that. I want to try another beach with this rewrite. Are you too burnt to give it another shot?”
“I get to relive this a second time? Oh, my!” She shivered excitedly! “Nick? Be honest, you hired me to be a slut, didn’t you?”
“Would you rather just be only the nanny?”
“Here’s a thought! Hire Charlotte during the day to free this slut up for you and your dramatizations. I’ll be Grace’s nanny in the evenings and overnight.”
“Charlotte can be utilized a few days a week. We’ll go out again later today because I’ve actually hired Charlotte to watch Grace for a six hour period. I’m glad you feel the way you do.”
“Ok! So, we repeat yesterday today. What are the differences?” She puckered in thought.
“From everything you told me of yesterday I think you should play even more naïve. Let them sense you fear them to bring out their dominance. Turn them on more by carefully thought out flirtations. Don’t go overboard so that they think you planned everything.”
“If we go back to that same beach, I join their volleyball game.” She hinted! “I was actually pretty good at volleyball in high school.”
“Yes. Enjoy yourself. Lose your top by getting feisty.”
“Like I said, I played volleyball in high school. I’m very competitive.”
“I think you should take control of today. You know the routine of yesterday. Add your own touches. I’ll incorporate what I find appealing.”
“I wish there was a way you could hear every word I say. And what the men say.”
“I’m way ahead of you.” He chuckled! “I added something special to that choker I bought you. Perks of having a wife in the government. I added a hidden microphone that nobody will notice. Just don’t lose that choker. That puppy was not cheap. Claire had to sleep with some Fed’s to get this stuff.”
“Holy sheet!” Her jaw dropped! “Really?”
“I think it’s pretty obvious we lead a very open life. She’s on the road a lot. I allow her to play. She gives me gifts such as you. Even if you are the nanny.”
“I’m more than that, Nick. So far, I’m having the time of my life. All I want is to take care of Grace, keep inspiring your muse, and be everyone’s friend. I really like Claire. I hope when she gets home to know her more than like ten hours.”
“I’m sure she will fulfill those desires. We can hold off on the rewrite. You should probably get some rest, Willa.”
“I can’t sleep. My mind is traveling way too much. I thought that workout might tire me out. Not yet at least. Can we keep talking.”
“A bit longer then.”
“I do have questions. Will things change while your son is home? I presume you and I would need to behave.”
“Absolutely! In the summertime yes. Jesse will be home for a few months. I hope to get him involved with something other than video games.”
“What do you think his reaction to my being around will be?”
“Don’t be surprised if he doesn’t fall in love with you. His old nanny was a grumpy old Hispanic senora named Maria. You’re a whole new breed.”
“He’s 17, right?”
“Just turned 17.”
“I’m only 20. Three years older. What do I do if he does fall in love with me? I certainly don’t want to lose my job over something like that.”
“I’m only going to say this once. I forbid you to fall in love with him. You can tease him all you want. Just keep things civil.”
“Come on, Nick. I’m sexy. He’s barely 17. He’s going to have a hard on 24/7.”
“When I was his age, I did too.” He understood! “My next-door neighbor Connie Nixon. She was your age. I spied on her every chance I got. She teased me like crazy but never once gave me any. Now that I’m somewhat famous, she flirts like crazy. She lost her opportunity.”
“There’s a difference. I’ll be living under the same roof.”
“As I said you can tease. No touching.” He creased his forehead. “It might do my boy good to realize he’s a man.”
“What if he touches me?” She returned with a raised eyebrow. “Even worse, what if I caught him beating off or spying on me.”
“Bound to happen. Just don’t encourage him. If he does beat off, I suppose you can let him. Teasing can be done without getting out of hand.”
“So, let’s say that he sneaks up behind me and squeezes my tits. Should I scold him? Then tell you so that you can punishment him or just let him get away with it?”
“I’ll trust you to make the right judgment call.”
“Ok. I hope you understand that he’s not part of your book. I want to be as professional with your family as possible.”
“Son of Dorian. Hm!” He caressed his goatee with his hand as if considering the idea of a follow up.
“Oh, boy! Can that be for your tenth novel?” She giggled! “Maybe retire Sara by then.”
“I’m going to bed.” He shook his head smirking. “We can find time for my rewrite enactment tomorrow or the next.”
“You’re not taking me with you, Master? To bed that is. “ She stuck out her tongue playfully. As a result, he exhaled with a saddened grimace.
“The writer needs his rest.”
“Night, Dorian. Oh, before you go.”