Confessions of a Sex Addict – Naughty Nanny Edition

This story is about me, Confessions of a Sex Addict

Have you ever felt like you were literally two different people? For example, at work, you behave with grace and patience. Never allowing anyone to know, what nasty little dark secrets you keep locked away in that cesspool of a brain. This includes friends and family.  In fact, it sometimes even includes our partners, husbands, or wives. Yes, I was the secret Cum Slut Whore  .  Hence, this story is about me, Confessions of a Sex Addict.

To begin with, I was hired as the nanny, for a wealthy couple in Gabbles by the Sea. He was a high-powered attorney and she was a heart surgeon. I promised myself that this time would be different. No sleeping with my bosses!  As my sister put it so eloquently “Eden stop shiting where you eat” this is a rather vulgar phrase, but nonetheless, true.  You see, what my sister did not understand was that I needed to have sex all of the time. It was all I thought about. Sometimes, it consumed me. It did not matter if it was a he, she, or them, I needed to be fucked 24/7. Going as far as to buy books titled Confessions of a Sex Addict. “How fitting,” I thought to myself.

My Professor wrote Confessions of a Sex Addict after me

Mr. and Mrs. Isaacs was very kind. Providing me with live-in quarters and transportation, to be used of course, for the sole purpose of lugging their spoiled brats to and fro. Nonetheless, I just couldn’t fuck this up. I never shared with either of them that I was on sabbatical from college, due to the fact that I fucked my psychology professor and his wife caught us. Actually, she first caught me sucking his cock after class. It was much later she caught us fucking in her bed. This could be what led him to write the book I was reading “Confessions of a Sex Addict.”

Perhaps, this time it would be different. Who was I kidding? Mr. Isaac was fucking hot and his wife well she was just not. She lacked curves and had no grace. Loud and goofy, it was a wonder he had not cheated on her before. Nonetheless, I promised myself that I would not think of him when I was using my Black N Decker Vibrator 3000. All would be fine as long as I continued reading the manifesto “Confessions of a Sex Addict”.

Poor Mr. Isaac

One late night, when walking back to my room from the bathroom, I could hear loud grunting sounds emanating from their bedroom. Often, I wondered just how she kept his hot ass satisfied. So, I quietly peeked in through their bedroom door. Poor Mr. Isaac. There he was doing all the leg work, while his wife was laying there like a cold fish. This sparked my curiosity, just what kind of a freak is he? Does he enjoy being pegged? Or maybe he likes to be rough. Choking his lover and spitting in her mouth as he viscously violates her hungry cunt. Shit, I was doing it again. My fingers were softly teasing my clit through my lacey panties.

In spite of what I saw, I tried to block it out. Quickly running back to my room and picking up my manifesto “Confessions of a Sex  Addict.” Consequently,  Mr.Isaacs heard me running back to my room. There I lay in wait for him to come to find me. It had been two whole days since I had my pussy pounded. The last person was their driver Hans. “Fuck!” I thought to myself. “I just can’t be doing this.” Nonetheless, there was a soft tap on my door. It was  Mr.Isaacs.

Confessions of a Sex Addict – Naughty Nanny Editon

In brief, my boss opened my door without my consent. No words were needed. He reached for my long legs and pulled them over his shoulders, burying his head right between my legs. It was then that I realized a new manifesto needed to be made only it needed to be named “Confessions of a Sex Addict – Naughty Nanny Editon.”

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