Amy's Loving Nanny

by Barbie Doll

Amy is now a very attractive 25 year old. She is a college graduate and works at a top level legal firm in Vancouver. She is also bisexual. Amy had her sexual awakening at a very early age. She and I had an affair a short time ago and once she felt comfortable, she told me about her early childhood. This is the story Amy confided in me.

My name is Amy Foster and my upbringing was very much upper middle class. Cynics might even say I was "born with a silver spoon in my mouth." Daddy was a highly respected surgeon and mommy owned a very successful accounting firm. We lived in a very tony part of Vancouver called Shaughnessy. I certainly had all the material advantages a young girl could want. But there was one missing ingredient which I came to realize when I was perhaps five or six years old. What was missing was affection. I'm quite sure my parents loved me but they were both very career oriented and in addition, led a very active social life. Daddy was out of the house most mornings before I awakened and usually not home until at least 6:00 p.m.

Mom's accounting practise was becoming more demanding and at about age three they hired a lady as a combined housekeeper and babysitter. She was a nice lady and carried out her responsibilities in a very professional manner. But we were never close. When I visited some of our neighbors I often saw the mother or dad give their daughters a hug or little kiss and wondered why these displays of affection never occured with my mom and dad.

At age six I was enrolled in an exclusive girl's school called York House. I was shy but got along well with most of the other girls in my class. Our next door neighbor, the Cassidy family, had a daughter named Melanie who was two years older than me but who also attended York House. An arrangement was made between Mrs. Cassidy and my mom whereby I would be driven to school each morning and picked up at 3:15 by Mrs. Cassidy. After school I would stay at the Cassidy home until mom returned from work, usually about 5:30. This arrangement worked well until I was eight and Mr. Cassidy was transferred by his company to Calgary.

At that point my parents decided I should have a full time nanny as they did not feel I was old enough to be alone each day after school. Several ladies were interviewed by mom and finally a decision was made to hire a lady named Leslie who had excellent credentials and who had recently immigrated to Canada from England.I liked her immediately and in a very short time she was giving me tender little hugs and even little pecks on my cheek. I soon realized that this was what I was missing from my daddy and mommy. I had heard some of the older girls at York House talking about having a crush on some boy and I asked one of them what a crush was. She explained it was when you really liked someone and you got tingly feelings between your legs. I soon realized I had a crush on Les. Les was very formal with my parents and always addressed them as Dr. and Mrs. and they responded in kind by calling her Mrs. Carr. She told me I could call her Les but I felt more comfortable just calling her Nanny.

It was not long before a predictable pattern began to emerge. One could almost say it was a ritual. On nights when Les and I were alone, she would let me watch TV after dinner until about 8:30 which I knew was my bath time. She would fill the tub with warm, scented water and then ring a little bell which let me know it was time to turn off the TV and hurry up the stairs to the bathroom. She would be seated on the toilet seat as I undressed and then she would take my hand and help me get into the tub. After a few minutes she would take a soapy face cloth and wash my back. I was left to wash my "private parts" by myself. Over a short period of time there were some subtle, almost imperceptible changes in the ritual. Now she was washing my back without a face cloth; only using her soft, soapy hands. I loved the feel of her soft hand washing, actually caressing, my back. And now she was using her hands to wash my chest. I was soon aware that she was spending a lot of time washing my undeveloped titties. She would gently squeeze my immature nipples which produced sensations I had never felt before. I was too embarressed to admit it but I loved having her fingers playing with my nipples. I now realize she was testing me to see how far she could go without upsetting me.

Not long after, she began washing my tummy and then one night when we were alone her hand was suddenly on my vagina. This was a word my mommy taught me. I guess I was a little shocked initially but it felt so nice I moaned and spread my legs wider hoping she would continue her ministrations. "Does that feel nice darling Amy?" she asked me in little more than a whisper. I was so excitied I couldn't speak and just nodded my head affirmatively. "You have such a sweet little kitten" she said. In my childlike response I told her I didn't have a kitten. Nanny went on to explain that grown up ladies had a pussy between their legs. And because some people thought the hair on a grown up lady's vagina made it look like a pussy cat. And that little girls like me had a kitten until we could grow hair above our little slits. A moment later she turned my head toward her and kissed me full on the lips. Wow, I thought, this is wonderful. After she broke the kiss she said, "would you like Nanny to show you how grown-ups kiss?" I said yes and once again her lips were placed upon mine. Soon I felt her tongue licking my lips and then pressing against them. Instinctively I knew what she wanted and slowly opened my mouth and allowed her tougue to enter my mouth. All kinds of strange, unfamiliar sensations coursed through my preteen body. After I had dried off we walked hand in hand to my bedroom. As always she read me a story and tucked me in for the night.

Nothing more was said about the incident for the next few nights. Then one night after I had been tucked in by nanny I had this strange dream. I thought I felt a hand reach under the bed covers and come to rest on my thigh. Soon the hand moved slowly up my leg and came to rest on the crotch of my baby doll nighty. What felt like s finger tip began to gently rub my panty crotch. After a few minutes the hand was gone and I fell into a deep sleep. When I awakened the next morning the dream was still vividly implanted in my memory.

I began to look forward to bath time more than ever; anxiously awaiting the ringing of Nanny's little bell. It seemed we had reached an unspoken new level of intimacy at bath time. Now Nanny insisted on helping me get undressed for my bath. She would slowly pull my panties down my legs and always caress my bum cheeks during the procedure. Once in the warm water I would spresd my legs wide inviting her to wash my privates. She would instruct me to get on my hands and knees with my bum high up out of the water. Then she would run her soapy fingers up and down my little slit and then finger my bum hole. I loved my bath time more than anything. One night she pushed her middle finger into my kitten slit and began to gently rub the top of my slit. All of a sudden I had this exquisite feeling and my little body began to tremble. A minute or two later I felt like I might pass out. "What happened Nanny?" I asked her. "You had a cummie darling" she answered. Nanny explained what an orgasm was but I didn't really understand fully.

I then told her about the dream I had experienced some nights before. Nanny confessed I had not been dreaming but that it was her hand I had felt caressing my kitten.

From that point on I knew I wanted more "cummies" and I bravely told her so. She warned me that we must keep this a secret or else she would be in big trouble. I assured her I would not tell a soul and I meant it. From then on every day when I arrived home after school we couldn't wait to get at each other's bodies. Another turning point was when she first went down on me. When I first felt her lips on my cunnie I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Eventually I told Nanny I wanted to kiss her pussy. She asked me if I was sure and I told her yes. She taught me how to do a "69" and that was one of my favorite things. I soon realized I loved the taste of cunt juice and I still do.

Later Nanny told me it would be an even bigger thrill for her If I would "talk dirty" to her. I didn't know what this meant but she taught me words and phrases I had never heard before. She wanted me to say things like "fuck your Nanny Amy" "suck me off you litttle slut" "push your finger into my bum hole" "finger fuck me you little bitch" and others. Pretty soon I was saying these things without her encouragement because I knew Nanny liked that. It also gave me a thrill to say them.

One time Daddy told me he was going away to Seattle for a medical conference and that mommy was going to accompany him. They would be away for the whole weekend he informed Nanny and me. Nanny and I were both excited about the prospect of having a whole weekend together without my parents. Once they had left for Seattle Nanny told me she had a special surprise for me. I could hardly wait to find out what the surprise was.

After bath time Nanny told me to come to her quarters; a self contained suite Daddy had had renovated for her on the second floor of our house. On the bed was a shopping bag. Nanny opened the bag and pulled out several items. First was a pair of black bikini panties. Next she brought out a pair of dark fish net nylon stockings, then a garter belt (My U.K. readers would call these suspenders) and finally a small bra. She helped me to get into these sexy items and I felt like a grown-up. "We are not quite finished yet" she told me and took my hand and ushered me into her bathroom. For the next several minutes she carefully applied mascara, eye shadow, rouge and finally bright red lip gloss. I couldn't wait to see myself in the mirror. When I gazed at the image in the mirror I hardly recognized myself but I looked so grown up. I was very excited and could feel the cunnie juices oozing out of my little kitten. "My God Amy, you are the perfect little slut Nanny has always wanted to be her special fuck toy" she said to me. "Where did you find these things?" I asked her. She told me she had a trusted friend who was a seamstress that like her had a love for little girls. She made these items for special customers she told me. Her eyes were glazed over with lust and she said, "Amy, you are my perfect little slut girl"

At age 12 my world came to a devastating end. My parents decided I no longer needed a nanny and Les was terminated and given a generous severance package. I was crushed by this event. I cried and sobbed for several days but eventually accepted the inevitable.

Fast Forward 12 years,

I was now working for a top level law firm and still single. I have had several lesbian affairs but still long for a hard cock deep in my pussy and sometimes even my asshole. I was walking through Oakridge Mall one noon hour when I thought I saw someone I recognized. Could it be Nanny, after all these years? I wondered. I followed her for awhile until I was quite sure it was her. Her hair had turned a bit grey but she was still very trim and attractive. I approached her as she looked in one of the store windows. "Is that really you Nanny?" I asked. "Amy, darling, yes its Nanny and you look wonderful" she answered.

We had a coffee in the food court and chatted about what each of us was doing now. "You must come to my place for a cup of tea one afternoon" she said. I was a bit shaken by the experience but agreed to come to her flat the following Friday after work. At about 5:30 I arrived at her home. Instead of tea she served me a very stiff martini. Time became unimportant as we told each other about our lives during the past 12 or so years. A second and then a third martini was served and I was feeling very inebriated.

Les then excused herself saying there was someting important she had to attend to. Then I heard a familiar sound; the sound of water running somewhere nearby. The sound of running water then ceased and moments later I heard another noise from my distant past. I heard a bell ringing and Nanny's' voice saying, "Come now darling Amy, its bath time." I got up from my chair and like a zombie walked on shaking legs toward what I knew was the bathroom. There was Nanny sitting on the toilet seat with a loving smile on her beautiful face. "Take off your top like a good little girl" she instructed me. I was mesmerized and quickly took off my blouse. "My what lovely titties you have Amy" she said. I then took off my bra. "Oh my goodness, your nipples are so stiff" she remarked. Nanny then stood up and sank to her knees in from of me on the bathroom floor. Then I felt her fingers under the waistband of my pink bikini panties as she pulled them down my legs onto the floor. Next she took my hand and helped me into the tub. For the next several minutes she soaped by breasts before pushing one, two and then three finger into my aching cunt. She french kissed me as she finger fucked me to an incredible orgasm.

"You have missed your Nanny haven't you Amy darling" she said. I had to answer her honestly. "Yes Nanny, I'm still your little fuck toy and will be for as long as you want me" I answered.

"Of course you will come and visit Nanny again next Friday" she said.

"Yes Nanny, I will be your little fuck toy and your special little slut for as long as you want me" I answered. Why would I want anything else?