[A Male Nanny's Account]

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My name is Wang Lun. I grew up in the countryside. After graduating from high school, I took the college entrance examination with lofty ideals, but unfortunately, I didn't excel in my studies and failed.

The despair and helplessness I felt after failing the

exam are unimaginable. My parents had worked hard and scrimped and saved to support my education for twelve years, and now I had no future and didn't know how to face them. Fortunately, my parents are understanding people. They said that even in the past, during the imperial examination era, ten years of hard study didn't guarantee success, and how many people actually passed? Now, millions of students are vying for that single-plank bridge. So they persuaded me to go home and temporarily help them run their small shop.

It was a small business, and the work was quite relaxed. After two months, I felt bored and wasted my youth, so with my parents' permission, I took a few hundred yuan and took a train south to find work.

Arriving in this developed southern city, I had no relatives or friends. For the first few days, I rented a simple bed in the corridor of a cheap hotel, and when I was hungry, I would buy a bowl of plain noodles to fill my stomach. During the day, I wandered around looking for work. I even went to a job fair to try my luck, but the college students and even master's students there were like ants, so I left feeling incredibly inferior after just a quick look. Later, I found some kind of employment agency that supposedly could get me factory work, but they charged a 500 yuan referral fee. I checked my pockets and went out.

As the days went by, the money in my pocket dwindled. Eventually, I had no choice but to sleep on the streets under a bridge, barely surviving.

One day, I was sitting idly on some roadside steps when I noticed a discarded newspaper. I picked it up and started reading. Suddenly, I saw a job posting section. Upon closer inspection, I saw an advertisement for a domestic helper agency, one line of which read "High-paying male nanny wanted." I thought, as long as I had a job, I didn't care what kind of job it was, so I went to the address.

The fat auntie at the agency quickly called the employer over and told me to come and discuss the matter with her in person. The employer was a woman in her thirties, a very elegant, poised, and beautiful woman. Upon meeting me, she sized me up as if we were on a blind date. To be honest, although I was down on my luck, I was a tall, strong man of 1.73 meters, with a handsome and dignified appearance; no one would criticize my looks. She looked me over for a while, then pinched my arm, touched my chest muscles, patted my shoulder, and smiled, praising me, "You're quite a good lad!" Then, in a gentle tone, she told me that her husband had been paralyzed in a car accident, and my job was to care for him; other housework would be handled by a part-time worker, and the monthly salary was one thousand yuan. For someone as desperate as me, it was like a windfall, so I agreed without hesitation.

"When can you start? The sooner the better," the woman asked, sounding very happy.

"Today!" I replied readily. You see, I'm a homeless child with nowhere to eat or sleep right now. If I could find a place to stay and a full stomach, I'd even shovel manure.

"I'll give you the address, go back and pack your things and come over."

"Don't laugh, all my belongings are this handbag! I'll come with you right away." I patted my dirty handbag and said readily.

She came by car, a very impressive BMW. You could tell at a glance she was a wealthy woman. I was secretly delighted, glad I'd found the right owner.

The car quickly entered a luxury residential area, full of detached villas. She drove into the garage of a white-walled, red-tiled house and then led me into the living room.

Before me was a magnificent hall I'd never seen before; I felt like a country bumpkin entering a grand garden. She invited me to sit on the sofa, but I stood there dumbfounded, afraid my dirty clothes would soil her velvet sofa. Perhaps sensing my embarrassment, she said, "Just make yourself at home. It's alright, sit down and let's talk." Seeing how easygoing she was, I timidly sat down.

She asked me to call her Mrs. Li, and then began to introduce the situation to me. It turned out that only she and her husband lived in her home; they were both in their thirties and had been married for just over three years. Her husband had been in a car accident three months ago. Although he survived, he was mostly in a vegetative state from the chest down and currently had the mental capacity of a one-year-old infant. My job was to take care of his basic needs; other housework was handled by a part-time housekeeper.

Then, Mrs. Li showed me around the house. It was a duplex house, with the main bedrooms on the second floor. There used to be a maid's room on the lower floor, but it had been given to the paralyzed husband, so I was assigned to sleep in the guest room next to the master bedroom. This guest room was a suite with a large bed and a luxurious bathroom. Living here felt like stepping into another world.

My daily job is to wipe the male owner's body, change his clothes, and feed him three meals a day. In addition, I turn him over every few hours and give him some soup or water. The hardest part is cleaning his bottom; the stench of his excrement in his diapers is unbearable. Even though I wear a mask and rubber gloves, just seeing it makes me want to vomit. But I've gradually gotten used to it and don't mind anymore.

Mrs. Li leaves early and returns late; I heard she's the chairman of a supermarket chain, but she doesn't have a regular work schedule. She just occasionally attends meetings or makes inspections; she doesn't manage the specific business. She's rarely home, only coming home for meals about two days a week, so the part-time worker, Sister Xing, only needs to cook for me and the male owner.

Besides my routine work, I have plenty of free time, which I spend reading newspapers and novels, watching TV, or surfing the internet to kill time. My salary is excellent; the 1000 yuan I get each month is completely unnecessary, because even my towels and toothbrush are provided by the owner. So I keep my first month's salary as a safety net, and then... Every penny of her monthly salary was sent home.

This went on for over a month. One evening, Mrs. Li returned home with a large stack of DVDs. After showering, she put on an extremely sexy, sheer, low-cut nightgown and watched DVDs alone in the living room. Because of my status, I couldn't openly watch TV with my mistress, so whenever she came home, I would hide in my room and read. Soon, I faintly heard moaning sounds. Thinking something was wrong, I secretly slipped out of my bedroom and went to a corner of the hallway to look downstairs. What I saw terrified me. The large television was showing extremely obscene scenes; a naked man and woman were flirting, and the moans were coming from the pretty girl on the screen. Looking further... Mrs. Li was rubbing her breasts with one hand while simultaneously kneading her crotch with the other, rhythmically moaning. The sight made me instantly hot all over, my penis throbbing as if it would burst through my pants. I quickly retreated to my room, but the erotic scene lingered in my mind, growing increasingly arousing, so I masturbated to release my pent-up desire. Later, I thought, Mrs. Li is quite pitiful. In her thirties, the prime of her life, when women are most capable of enjoying sex, she's forced to live a life of widowhood. How will she manage?

In the days that followed, my monotonous life began to change slightly. Mrs. Li often took me out. At first, I said I couldn't be away from home for too long because I needed to catch a cold. Turning him over and feeding him water required constant attention to his bottom. But she said, "He won't die. I asked you to go, so don't nag."

Perhaps worried my attire might be inappropriate, on our first outing, she specially took me to buy many expensive clothes and two pairs of leather shoes, and even took me to get a haircut, making me look completely refreshed and undoubtedly more handsome.

Initially, sometimes she'd have me accompany her shopping, and I'd be her excellent porter, carrying all those bags. Sometimes we'd go for dim sum or dinner, always to upscale restaurants or fine Western eateries. When eating Western food, I didn't know the etiquette or how to eat properly, so she patiently taught me. After a period of "training," this rural youth became increasingly fashionable.

Later, she even took me to high-end clubs to play cards, to parties for wealthy women, and sometimes even to company meetings. My address to her had long since changed from Mrs. Li to Sister Zhang; she introduced me to others as her hired assistant.

One weekend, Mrs. Li unusually came home early, having bought a lot of groceries. She then personally cooked three delicious side dishes and invited me to the dining room to eat with her. Seeing my slightly timid expression, she said, "Living in the same house means we're family. Why distinguish between master and servant? Am I supposed to eat alone? I've already considered you my little brother!"

As soon as we sat down, she excitedly took a bottle of XO from the liquor cabinet—a famous, high-end spirit I had only heard of but never tasted. She poured me a full glass and then poured herself half. She said many lighthearted things to ease my tension, and repeatedly urged me to drink, saying I should drink more to get used to it, and that I should drink for her when we went out for social events in the future. I have a decent tolerance for alcohol, and this wine was particularly fragrant, so I didn't pay any attention.

After dinner, she told me to clear the dishes to the kitchen, and that I could wash them when Aunt Xing arrived tomorrow. I quickly showered and came out to chat with her, telling her not to be so reserved in the future and not to always hide in her room.

Because of the hot weather, I wore only a sports vest and beach shorts after showering, as usual. After settling the patient in, giving her medication, and putting her to bed, I went to the living room. To my surprise, she was already sitting on the sofa, wearing her usual sheer, low-cut nightgown, her upper body and long legs exposed, revealing her fair skin. Her breasts, barely covered, stood proudly erect, almost spilling out, with a mysterious cleavage visible between them. Her hair was draped over her shoulders, and her eyes were dreamy. Seeing me come out, she smiled and invited me to sit down. I felt a little embarrassed, realizing we were both alone together and dressed so casually, and kept standing there, not daring to approach.

"How old are you this year?" she suddenly asked.

"Almost twenty-two."

"Then you're not a child anymore, still shy? Sister Zhang is exactly ten years older than you, you're not going to wait until you're that age to mature, are you?"

I blushed and had no choice but to sit down on the other single sofa.

She sighed deeply and said emotionally, "You're young, you don't understand how hard my life has been! My husband used to be a womanizer and neglected me, and now he's half-dead, making my days even harder." Her eyes welled up with tears, and she wiped them with a tissue. She continued, "Some people advised me to divorce him and find a new life. First, I can't bear to leave him when he's in the most pain; second, if I divorce him, I'll only get half the property." She paused, then continued, "Everyone has emotions, and when you're lonely and sleepless on long nights, you can only endure it..." She choked up at this point,

and I quickly handed her the tissue box. That night, she talked a lot. Perhaps it was rare for someone to listen to her grievances, and having a chance to vent might make her feel better. I was just a listener, finding it difficult to find suitable words to comfort her.

The second night, after finishing my work, I dared not go back to my room. I walked easily into the living room, and at her invitation, I gladly sat down beside her. After watching TV for a while, she took out a DVD and started playing it.

At the beginning, a large red "Warning" sign appeared on the screen, startling me so much that I stared intently at the content. It said the film contained pornographic content and was not suitable for those under 18. I thought this was probably what I'd heard of as adult films or Category III films. I immediately felt tense.

Then, the plot began with extremely obscene scenes. First, a naked man and woman were flirting; one moment the woman was sucking on his penis, the next the man was nursing her breasts, and later he was licking her clitoris and vulva with his tongue. The woman was moaning wildly with excitement. I had never seen such a carnal scene before. It made my whole body hot, my heart pounding, and my crotch was already bulging with an erection. I felt embarrassed and tried to cover it with my hand. Later, feeling unbearably engorged and afraid of ejaculating, I quickly ran to the bathroom, urinated, and only then did my penis go limp.

When I returned to the television, I saw the man straddling the woman's genitals, his iron-like penis dangling at her vulva. The woman, seemingly unable to restrain herself any longer, reached out and grasped the blood-red rod, trying to guide it into her vagina. The man thrust forward, inserting his penis. The woman cried out, then moaned and groaned repeatedly as the man thrust forcefully. I watched, my blood boiling, my face burning. Needless to say, my penis was throbbing hard again.

As I watched, they continued their frenzied activity, changing positions and postures. Especially when they switched to rear-entry, I felt the man's momentum surge even stronger, his powerful thrusts a display of masculine prowess—a scene that truly showcased male virility. Later, they switched back to the original missionary position. After a rapid, dizzying series of thrusts, the woman's hands were frantically tearing at the sheets, her body twisting and convulsing. Her face was frighteningly pale, and she was screaming wildly. The man responded by thrusting even harder. After a few more convulsions, he went limp and collapsed on top of her.

I had never imagined that sex could be so intense, with so many variations. It was quite an eye-opener. While watching TV, I couldn't help but steal glances at Sister Zhang's reaction. I saw her arms wrapped around her chest, her expression extremely tense, as if the woman on the screen was herself.

Later, I watched several more sex scenes, including two men and one woman, two women and one man, breast sex, and anal sex. I thought, those must be things that aren't for ordinary people.

After watching, I stood up and said goodnight to Sister Zhang. She replied goodnight and didn't say anything more. I then turned and went back to my room to sleep.

The following night, we watched that pornographic film together again. Normally, when watching TV, we'd comment on the plot from time to time, but for two nights, we just watched and didn't say a word. I think we were both probably embarrassed.

The next day, after she got home, she invited me to go grocery shopping with her, and then she cooked a delicious meal herself. We sat facing each other, and I was less reserved now. She kept urging me to drink, and I drank even more that night, and she seemed to be having a much more enjoyable time than last time.

After showering, she invited me to the living room to watch TV again. She took out two new DVDs from her purse; needless to say, they were pornographic films again. But this one didn't start with explicit sex; it was quite human, telling the story of a couple. However, as the plot unfolded, the lewd scenes of lovemaking appeared. From passionate kissing to undressing each other to intense flirting and endless entanglement, the whole process felt incredibly real to the viewer. When the screen showed the woman reaching her climax, Sister Zhang couldn't help but reach out and hug me tightly, her fingers digging into my muscles, before passionately kissing me. I was momentarily at a loss, and involuntarily returned her kiss. Then, she pulled my hand to her chest, and I boldly began to fondle her breasts. Perhaps feeling it wasn't exciting enough, she unhooked her bra, exposing her firm breasts completely. I couldn't resist any longer, so I used both hands to cup her breasts and knead them vigorously. Later, she pressed my head against her chest; I knew what she wanted, so I opened my mouth and sucked on her nipple. At this point, she was emitting intoxicating moans of excitement.

It seemed she had lost control of her emotions; my hot, hard penis was already firmly in her hand. Then she even slipped her hand inside her shorts and began rapidly stroking my penis. I had never experienced such a stimulating experience before. Suddenly, I felt a shiver run through my body, a tingling sensation in my glans, and a spasm that caused me to ejaculate a stream of hot, thick semen into my pants, covering her hands. While I felt extremely embarrassed, she seemed quite pleased with herself.

As she wiped her hands with a tissue, she smiled and said, "Young people without sexual experience often have plenty of passion but lack self-control, which is perfectly normal. But don't be embarrassed. In those videos, you see experienced men and women ejaculate first, either manually or orally, so that they can last longer during actual intercourse and won't disappoint their partners. You'll gradually understand this." Hearing her say this, my face suddenly turned red, and I felt extremely embarrassed. However, it also made me realize that there are so many intricacies involved in sexual intercourse.

"Xiao Lun, you're probably still a virgin, right?" she suddenly asked.

"Yes, I'm still quite naive. Although some female classmates wanted to be friends with me when I was in school, I knew my background, so I never even held a girl's hand."

"I knew you were a complete novice when it came to matters of sex, so I specially found some videos for you to watch these past few nights. You could call it sex education. After watching a lot, you should understand a lot of things." She paused, then suddenly became serious. "I've been through it all. I've experienced the most pleasurable moments of my life, but now, how painful it is for a woman in her early thirties to be without a man by her side!" As she said this, her eyes reddened. "To be frank with you, ever since I first saw you, your handsome looks and muscular physique have attracted me. Besides asking you to come back and take care of my patient, I've long wanted you to help me alleviate my loneliness. However, I need some time to get to know you before I dare to carry out my plan. Although there's a significant age gap between us, preventing us from being husband and wife, we can be sexual partners. We're both adults, and it's normal for us to have fun together. But I hope you won't see it as you're doing me a favor."

She finished speaking in one breath, making it crystal clear that she wanted me to have sex with her and become her lover. At that moment, my mind went blank, and I was at a loss. But when I thought about this easy and lucrative job, and the benefits she would bring me, how could I possibly back down in the face of this beautiful woman offering herself so willingly?

Then, she straightened her clothes, turned off the TV, and switched off the main light. In the dim nightlight, she took my hand and said tenderly, "Sweetie, let's go to my room!"
Perhaps sensing she needed to do something, she got up and made me lie down. Then, she grasped my throbbing penis with one hand, stroked it a few times, and brought it to her mouth, licking the glans incessantly. Especially when she licked the urethral opening and coronal sulcus, I was so excited I almost ejaculated. Next, she took my thick, long penis into her mouth, all the way to her throat, and began to swallow it with great pleasure until I couldn't take it anymore and pushed her away.

It seemed we had practiced all the foreplay techniques we'd learned from movies; by this time, we were both incredibly aroused. I made her lie down, knelt behind her, and let her legs drape over my shoulders. Then I pressed my hot, hard penis against her entrance. Seeing I couldn't find the way in, she became impatient and guided my penis into her hot vagina. Perhaps it was an innate instinct, or perhaps she had seen examples in movies, but once my penis was fully inserted, I knew to thrust in and out repeatedly. The overflowing vaginal fluid made a sizzling sound with each movement of my penis, which, combined with her excited cries, created a captivating and beautiful melody. Soon

, her cries became more piercing, her whole body seemed to be convulsing, and her hands, which were wrapped around my back, clung to me with all her might, so tightly that her sharp nails dug into my skin. I knew she had climaxed, so I increased the frequency and force of my thrusts. At this point, I couldn't control myself anymore; a tingling sensation shot straight to the head of my penis. But I still had some sense, and quickly asked her, "I'm going to cum, can I ejaculate inside?" She breathed heavily and replied, "Cum freely! I like it!" So, like hearing the bugle call to arms, I ejaculated a stream of hot, thick semen into her vagina after five or six thrusts.

I lay limp on top of her, panting, and gave her a long, sweet kiss. I tried to keep my penis inside her warm cavity until it fully contracted and then automatically slipped out. Following the example in the film, I knew the woman's afterglow wouldn't disappear completely immediately, and I hadn't done enough of the so-called afterplay. So I lay on my side, continuing to hold her tightly and play with her breasts.

Finally, the rain stopped and the clouds dispersed. She lovingly held my face and gently kissed it again and again. She whispered, "Xiao Wang, thank you for the endless pleasure you gave me tonight! I haven't had the joy of sex in so long! I can't even remember the last time I experienced a real orgasm."

"I should really thank you. You're my sex education teacher! I admire your thoughtfulness. If you hadn't carefully arranged for me to watch videos and learn beforehand, I think I would have been completely lost. How would I know there are so many techniques and so much to learn?"

"I'm very satisfied with your performance just now, but you've only learned some basics. There are many techniques you haven't tried yet. Practice makes perfect, take your time. With your intelligence and strong physique, you'll definitely become a skilled sex expert."

"Weren't you afraid of getting pregnant when you let me ejaculate inside?"

"I'm not stupid. I started taking birth control pills again after my period ended last week. My husband and I never like using condoms. It's like scratching an itch through a boot—it's tasteless and pointless."

"You're very farsighted!" With that, I kissed her again.

The sweetest whispers after lovemaking are especially tender. By then, there was no distance between us, just like a couple deeply in love.

We rested in each other's arms for about half an hour. When I said I didn't want to disturb her rest and was about to get up to go back to my room, she held me tightly, refusing to let me leave

. She said she wanted me to sleep with her like this from now on, that she needed me very much. Soon, my little brother became erect again in her soft, warm hands. I knew this parched woman wouldn't be satisfied easily, so we made love passionately once more.

Under her careful guidance, we tried various positions. When we played the lotus position, she took the initiative, galloping freely like a horse, and soon reached orgasm. Later, when we played the doggy style, I took the initiative. With my vigorous thrusts, she quickly began to pant, allowing me to experience another orgasm.

Everyone seemed exhausted. After a quick tidy-up, we cuddled and drifted off to sleep
.

I usually wake up at 6:30. As I gently pushed her away to get up, she woke up too. We looked at each other's naked bodies, both seeming a little embarrassed. But when she saw my little brother in his morning erection, she quickly reached out and started stroking him. I hurriedly pulled away, saying embarrassedly, "Don't touch me! I'm about to burst from holding my pee!" She laughed heartily. I rushed to the bathroom.

When I came out after urinating, she gave me a flirtatious look and beckoned. I knew she wanted it again, so I went to the bedside, gave her a morning kiss, and said, "There's a long way to go, sweetie, sleep a little longer. I can't forget my morning work." She nodded, and I got dressed and got to work.

From then on, I became a person with a dual identity in this family. Taking care of the master of the house is my job, and I always do it meticulously and without slacking off. But when Sister Zhang needs me to accompany her out, especially at night when she needs me to relieve her loneliness, I become her lover. Since that night, I've been staying with her in her room. She once frankly said that her sex drive is much stronger than that of the average woman. Since I came into her life, the incredibly passionate sex life has relieved her long-term sexual repression, and life has regained its joy.

(This post was edited by Shaya Love Song on 2015-02-21 13:49)

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