Maddi's little Emma, Chapter 2 - New Nanny

by NekoBabe

Apologies for taking so long writing this one to all my fans of the 1st chapter. It was originally going to be much longer, but I was taking too long to upload part 2. Hope you all enjoy, and remember to comment/e-mail me with suggestions or comments! Enjoy!~

"Fuck, why can't I find this place? There's nothing but woods and trees--oh, here's the turn."

It took me a whole 30 minutes to find that bloody road, sun's already gone down and I may have ruined my chances with that little one. I couldn't stop thinking about her throughout the day, and it surprised me to get a reply in less than a day. Not complaining, of course, just a bit shocking. Guess the guy is gonna milk this freedom out.

"Mmm, milk...good thing I left her the other, huh?" I spoke to myself as I went around the last turn, pulling out to quite the overlook on the side of a hill. The home was in front, rock to the left about half an acre out and the edge to the right about 3 times that distance. I pulled up to the home and stepped out with my bag from before in hand. Walking to the front door I notice the father sitting out on the steps of the porch, taking a smoke break as it appears. All I could think to myself was how I admired him smoking outside, keeping that little girl's lungs perfect.

"It's about time, I'm gonna miss my date." His voice was pissed but still glad to see me as he got up and tossed the butt onto the cement.

"Yeah, it wasn't easy finding the turn, I'm sure you get that a lot though." Trying to get myself out of a little trouble never hurts.

"True. Thanks again for coming on such short notice. I'd show you around but I gotta go, she's gonna kill me." He started hastily walking towards his car before I smacked his rear, the excuse being he had some dirt on his pants. He thanked me, and told me only 2 things I needed to know about Emma, that punishment is acceptable and she only sleeps naked with no circumstances.

"Jackpot," I think to myself as I wave him off and hurry inside the home. Of course, the 1st audible thing is a TV, but no words in english. Taking my shoes off I quietly step into the main room and see the screen and the back of a couch. Knowing who is watching, I sneak up and jump over, plopping my rear next to little Emma and making her bounce up in the air. Upon her crash landing she giggles uncontrollably as she greets me with a loud "Hi Maddi!!"

"Hello Kitten~" I say as I pet the girl's head and purposely messing up her hair. She grunts at it but accepts it nonetheless and attacks me with a hug. Her cute voice tells me that she misses me, to which I tell her "I know you did, but you really missed my milk didn't you?~"

"No I really did miss you, Maddi!"

"Oh, so you didn't miss my milk?" This silly little tease of mine went on for a bit until she became so frustrated that she kissed me on the lips to shut me up.

It worked.

Those lips, oh those sweet lips. I think she may have even put on a little gloss, because she had the faintest taste of cinnamon and apple, and I couldn't get enough. My instincts took over far too quickly and I began to lick her lips, even parting between them and tasting her tongue to see if she really did just eat, and to my original conclusion she didn't. After about a minute of those soft, delicious lips I take back control and pull back, giving her a smirk that let her know I meant possible "business", whatever that means at the time.

"Kitten's tasting delicious tonight," I compliment as I kiss her cheek and pull her up close to me. With a deep breath I regain control of myself, remembering the multiple reasons of why I'm here, all of which starting with opening up more comfortably to Emma.

"Can I have milk now? Yours was so gooood, Maddi."

"Oh? Well thank you but I think your mother's must taste the best." I say with a smile as I try to bring the mother into this setting, something I would like to know more of over the night.

"Well," Emma chimed, "yours tasted yummy. I want more!!"

"Now Emma, your dad told me if you're a bad girl I can punish you, and I'd like to not do so on my first night with you."

Emma quickly turned on a dime from a demanding little brat to a quiet little angel, even her tone became softer, as if she was afraid of punishment. "Okay, Maddi, may I please have some chocolate milk?"

I couldn't help but smile at that little comment, and I turned around to show her the zipper on the back of my dress, the same one worn since the earlier events. "I'll give you an option, you can either zip it down a little bit for milk, or you can do it all the way to see me out of this." Before I could even ask which one she wanted to do, she unzipped the zipper all the way down to above my ass. With a smirk, I slide my shoulders out of the dress and pull it down my legs, placing it on the floor with my bag on top of it, and I turned to little Emma. Her eyes were wide as if she couldn't believe it, even though she was the one that chose it. My nipples became erect at this daring move, but it seemed to work well. Emma smiled as she saw all of my body, must be fascinated with my darker complexion. She climbed onto my lap, and with a smile upon those little pink lips I pull her close to my chest. "Go right ahead, I promised your dad I would feed you." A twist of words that had the best intentions.

Emma opened wide and dove against my breast. In an instant my stiff nipple and all of the areola was gone into that little angel's hungry mouth, pink lips against a chocolate-skinned breast. Her suction was much more taut, I guess the excitement was getting to her, and who could blame her? Certainly not me. A happy little noise came out of Emma as she tasted the first drops of milk. "There you go," I say in a gentle tone while running my fingers through her brown hair, "enjoy your milk, you lucky little girl." She smiled and closed her eyes, and as she fed I reached for the remote to turn it off. She started licking my stiff little nub and sucked a bit harder. It was becoming more and more difficult to keep myself calm. What tipped me over the edge was when her hand reached over to the other exposed tit, and began gently squeezing it and rubbing it's nipple. The silent room now was filled with my moans as she pulled back for a POP! on the breast she fed on, and without a second to lose she went for the next. Her little tongue explored my breast before going to the nipple. 'There's no way she wasn't taught to do this.' That was all that way going through my mind, this little girl being trained by her mother to pleasure her.

In what felt like only a minute, the house chimed 9 rings from the grandfather clock that sat in the corner of the room. "Bed time.." the little nymph sucking on my tit said as she looked up, giving me those puppy eyes all little ones give to get what they want (been on both the giving and receiving end on that one). I can't help but laugh at the scene of adorableness in front of me. "Oh sweetie, do you really think that would be it? We just got started! I still need to wash you up." Boy did those eyes shine, and in an instant she tackled me with the biggest hug those arms could give while nuzzling her face into my cleavage. While scooping her up I stand up to my feet, one hand underneath Emma and the other behind her back as I asked her which way to the bathroom. "That way!!" Her voice shouted as she pointed to the stairs. Her hand stretched out the entire way up and swung immediately to the left down the hall, and then right to a closed door. My hand against her back went to reach for the handle but was beaten to it by Emma's little hands.

The bathroom was a nice size, enough to be able to hold a tub on one end of the room and a black tiled shower with a clear glass door that could have held 5 people comfortably while standing. I sat down Emma onto the granite sink counter-top and began to undress her while talking to her. "So, how about I make a deal: you get to wash me if I get to wash you?" She seemed happy about that and quickly nodded with the cutest smile before I removed her top. She decided to help on her little shorts and booty scooted herself as I slid them down and off her already bare feet. My brow lifts a bit at the absence of underwear. "Well, someone's a silly little kitten, forgetting her undies when getting home to change." Her cheeks blushed as she kicked her feet in the air. "I didn't have any on at the mall, either, Miss Maddi." It's been the 1st time she added that title all night. 'She's either embarrassed, or knew exactly what she was doing..' I thought to myself, '...and either way I love it.'

With the clothes on the floor in a pile she hops off onto the floor and took my hand, leading me into the showers. The moment we stepped in and closed the door, the water gurgled a bit and rained down on us automatically, water that was colder than ice. The tiled room echoed with the shriek of Emma's voice and she quickly hid behind my ass. Another scene to make me burst out laughing. "The water is supposed to start warm!!" Emma shouted as I turned the heat up on the knob, then quickly turned around, squatted and covered her with my body to try to warm up the shivering little body. Such soft skin she had... I haven't even thought about her body since I got here! 'This is my moment.' It ran through my head as I told her I'd warm her up, all while letting my hands explore this beautiful little girl as much as I could without looking too suspicious. Mostly the back of her body was what I could get to, so I focused on her rear. Such a plump little thing for a little girl, and not too much either, just enough to squeeze and, whenever the time may come, spank.

Usually I just have my way with the girl by now, but there's something about little Emma...with this gut feeling that her and her mother have had sexual experiences with each other, I want to peel away her outer layers and expose the juicy insides about her, but on her own terms. 'Doesn't hurt to try something new,' I thought to myself as her arms wrapped around me for a thankful hug. "Shower feels ready now!" She exclaimed as her arms felt the hot water, something that honestly I forgot completely about. I stood up and let the water rain down on me, warming up my own body as the trickles of water poured off my body and onto Emma. She was about to say something, probably about me hogging all the water, but before she uttered a syllable I scooped her back up and lifted her to be at eye level with me. Her legs wrapped around my waist and she giggled with a smile as she said only one word: "Mindreader!!"

"Oh if that were only true, Kitten, I know you have some secrets you are hiding~" I tease as I begin to poke and tickle her belly, while also getting a quick peek at her chest. Such a cute shade of pink for her little nubs.

She giggled, of course, and after calming down she asked "Why do you call me Kitten?!" She clearly wanted to avoid what I mentioned, and I was okay with that for now. I gently licked her wet lips from the shower water and smiled while I gave my reply. "That's because you had so many kittens on you when we first met, and I like calling you it. You look like a Kitten to me." Another case of the giggles from little Emma as she nuzzled against my neck. I rocked her back and forth, slowly in and out of the falling water as we stood there for a moment, just to enjoy each other's company in an intimate way. It felt like a slight maternal instinct came over me to do so, as well as letting Emma have a moment like this after god knows how long since the last time. I then squeezed that little rear of hers to get her attention for when I started to speak. "How about you start washing me first, and I'll wash you second. Deal?" She nodded happily and reached for the shampoo on the shelf near the shower head. With an amount of shampoo that will clearly be wasted she began to lather up my hair. She looked way too focused for something so simple, so I bounced her a couple times throughout the lathering, making her giggle every time. I then put her down on the ground so she could grab the soap. She pointed me to the other side of the stall where a little ledge stuck out. to which I gladly took a seat.

I was so glad that we had just been under the water, I only noticed when sitting down how wet this experience has made me. I'm sure I was like this when taking her upstairs as well. It's not often I get to expose myself in front of a young one such as Emma, but something about her made this time the wettest I've been. She began to rub her soapy hands all over my arms first, sending chills up my spine. She then went up to my neck and shoulders, making sure that was all taken care of as well. I took the bar of soap into my hand and offered it to her so she could get some more to wash my body, and as she took it I said in a soft and gentle voice "Take your time if you'd like, Kitten." With that, she blushed. With each hand now lathered up she gave me the bar of soap again and began to work on the next place down, my breasts. At first she did silly things, like pressing them in to get them as flat as she could, or cupping them underneath and making them bounce and jiggle. It made me laugh along with her as she did so, before she began to lather them up. Those soft, delicate hands easily made my nipples stand out and say 'hi' to her. I think we became fascinated with each other's chests, because as she continued to squeeze mine I kept staring at her little pink nipples, resisting the urge so much to pinch the little things right now.

Satisfied with playing with my tits, Emma moved down to my stomach. She even tried tickling me, but I sat still with a playful smirk on my lips. "Sorry Kitten, not ticklish." She gave a cute little pout and mumbled "Not fair.." She then got on her knees as she reached my thighs, and it's here where I make my 1st real move on her. My body slouched a bit on the ledge as I spread my legs wide open, exposing myself to this little girl. I did my best to put a playful look on my face, and the little nymph popped her eyes open, blushed as red as a rose and very slightly licked her lips. Seeing that lick let me know my move was a success. "Been awhile, hasn't it?" I asked in a soft tone, to which she simply nodded as her eyes were glued to my exposed crotch.

"If you like, we can have our own little secret."

"I dunno...m-maybe.." A cute little stutter escaped her lips. I felt her little fingers pry open my lower lips. "It's so pink!!" She said, and I couldn't help but smile at her cute comment. Guess my skin really makes the beauty of my slit be even more pronounced.

"How about this: if you would like me to, I can lick you down there when I wash you, and all you have to do is give me a little kiss down on the 'super pink spot'...or more, if you like." I reached out with my free hand to caress her cheek, giving her a little comfort. "Does that sound fair?"

She didn't answer with words, but with action. She leaned in, hands on my inner thighs, and her lips pressed against my slit. A simple kiss, but a cute one. I was about to speak until I felt her tongue lick from the bottom up, making me let out quite the moan and forget everything I was about to say to the little nymph now tasting juices she probably hasn't had in months. Letting the bar of soap slip out of my hands, I placed one hand on the right edge of the ledge, the other going for a breast. My voice let out the most erotic moan it's done in a long time, and she took it as a job well done. That little tongue knew it's way around a pussy like it was second nature to her, and I gladly took advantage. It wasn't long before I shuddered and squeezed the little one's head between my thighs from climax.

"Fuck!!" The only word I can muster out to her skills. My body slid off the ledge and sat upright, being eye-level with her. With both hands, I reach forward and pull her close for a lust-filled kiss. I could taste my sex on her tongue, a taste I'm well aware of.

After my kiss on her lips, she smiles and asked "My turn?"

"Oh yes, of course! But after your shower, I still need to wash you."