Foreign Nanny

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OOC: looking for someone to play her boss, a rich Texas rancher with a 6month old son to raise on his own and work the land so he hired an Australian nanny.


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Samantha King, an Australian Nanny has travelled to Texas to work on a large cattle ranch, she doesn't know much about her new employer just that he was rather well off and heavily into cattle ranching and horses.

She knew he had a son who was now 6 months old, his mother had died in an accident on the ranch but thats all she knew.

Stepping off the train suit case in each hand Samantha looked around for the driver that was supposed to come and fetch her.

MISS SAMANTHA KING in big black letters on a white sign a man in jeans and a flannel shirt was holding as she neared the terminal, "thats me" she said with a warm friendly smile as she stood in front of the man and placed down her cases and held out her hand to shake his.

Sam had short red hair, blue eyes and was wearing her uniform, grey skirt and blouse with a white apron although at the moment it was covered in a blue coat that brought out the blue in her eyes and made them sparkle.


"pleased to meet you" the man reluctantly shook her hand not accustomed to such bursts of friendliness, "this way mam" he said and opened the door to a very nice looking four wheel drive. Sam hopped in and watched as he placed her cases in the back. She was bursting with excitement.
 
Jack Donavan...rancher with a past

The country seemed as endless as the 'Great Outback' and the hard blue bowl of the sky was if anything even bluer...even harder.

"That was quite a train ride down here from ElPaso."
Sam tried again to make small talk as the miles rolled by but her new employer seemed the archtypical silent 'cowboy' type. He even resembled Clint Eastwood a bit...a bit.

"Sorry 'bout that Miss King."
A Miracle!
He spoke!


"About what?"

He looked at her.
"About the train ride. I'da picked you up normally. If things were at all normal that is."

She was about to dig a little deeper into that statement when he pointed to a wrecked car, rusting by the side of the road.

"See that."
She nodded.

"Remind me to tell you all about it when we get to the house."

Damn!

"And just when will we get to your ranch Mister Donavan?"

Jack looked at her and grinned.
"We're on the ranch now Ma'am. We been on it since we left the station."

She wiped her brow and stared out across the broken prarie.
Maybe then it wasn't as big as Texas...but almost.
 
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He really was a curious fellow, he didn't give much away that was for sure. Sam sat back and allowed the silence to take over again as she glanced around. wow this is really all his she thought in complete wonder it seemed to just go on for miles and miles.

Pulling up at the ranch Sam was in awe yet again, the house was huge it looked like some hotel's back home to one side was a large barn some stables and a set of round yards and to the other some smaller quarters Sam guessed thats were the ranch hands stayed. But the house that sat square in the middle was magnificent.

Stepping from the four wheel drive Sam straightened out her out fit and then walked to the back and grabbed her own bags before Mr Donavan could blink. Smiling she stood and waited for him to escort her in "shall we" she said and inclined her head toward the house "your house is so grand sir its truly beautiful"

For a moment her thoughts went back to the rusted car but something told her not to push it she would wait till he was ready. and of cause he would most likely want to out line her duties and introduce her to his son before he would offer small chat, she almost giggled the man was definitely not the type for small chat.
 

"Maria!"
Jack set the suitcases down by the stairs as the screen door slammed shut behind them.
The house was dark...dark and cool. Sam breathed deep. The air was dry and smelled of dust and leather and...

"Fajita's...that's what you smell. I see you wrinkle your nose lady."
The Mexican woman in the doorway was...
Imposing.

"You can call the lady Miss King, Pilar. She's the new...nanny."
He stumbled over the word.
"Nanny." he said again and smiled at her.
Then he winked.

The tall dark woman who was in fact Donavan's cook, laughed and came forward holding out her arms with a clicking of bracelets.

"Okay then...Miss King we call you...the Nanny."

Sam found herself suddenly pillowed against the firm breasts of the startingly effusive domestic and looked wide eyed over the woman's broad shoulder to see Jack Donavan hand her bags to a lovely young black haired girl who'd appeared quietly on the staircase.

"Take these up to Tyke's room Maria, I'll be up with Miss King in a minute or two."


 
Sam was a little stunned and hadn't meant to wrinkle her nose it was just an unusual smell to her, she smiled shyly hoping she hadn't caused any offence.

"oh uh" she didn't know what to say this tall dark woman woman had just squished the life out of her "uh thank you G'day nice to meet you too" she smiled warmly and then thanked the girl taking her bags "oh thank you, i can carry them its ok" she looked at her new boss who's eyes told her not to worry about it. Sam smiled and began to remove her blue coat.

The woman Pila she thought her name was, took her coat and smiled at her again "thank you Pila" Said politely.

"I guess I should get my orders Mr Donavan then meet little ...Ty..ke...Tyke is that his name?" she smiled warmly and looked around the room it was such a lovely home.
 

"Orders?"
Jack stared down at his dust covered boots for a moment.

"Well, I guess any 'orders' can wait a bit...c'mon follow me upstairs and I'll show you around."

The rancher nodded towards the stairs and Sam fell in behind him watching with interest the faded blue denim stretching across his muscular buttocks as he strode up the steps.
Broad shoulders too... she was musing when she ran right into his back.
He'd stopped suddenly on the landing and was staring out the window.
He slipped his arm around her waist to steady her and pulled her next to him.
"See, that's what I'da picked you up with but the damn things been sabotaged."

The tall rancher was so close his breath stirred her hair.
Below her, beyond a thick line of cottonwoods was a small airfield.
A windsock hung limp from a flagpole and parked beside it was a twin engined Beech aircraft. One of the engine nacelles was off and two mexicans with wrenches were working at it.

"You fly Mister Donavan?"
She asked more than a bit surprised.

"Sure...don't you?"
Donavan grinned. "Call me Jake."
This was a damned pretty woman... nice body...he loved the way she talked.
He only hoped she'd survive Tyke long enough for him to get her into bed.
 
Sam looked out at the plane, for a moment she forgot about his arm around her waist. Realising she blushed and stepped away "sorry...and umm thanks" she said shyly before looking back to the airfield.

"have you been flying long?" Sam asked she had always wanted to learn, a lot of the guys back home had small planes for crop dusting or small helicopters for rounding up the cattle.

Sam brushed a strand of hair from her face and smiled "shall we go meet your son, or did you have other things to show me Mr....Jake" she corrected herself.
 

"We'll get around to Tyke directly Sam. Come on upstairs and I'll show you your room first."

Donavan led the way up the stairs and down a clean brightly lit hall, several doors opened off it and behind one she could here Maria softly murmuring.

"Nursery", he said nodding as they passed it.
He paused at the end of the hall.
"Now this is your room"

The door opened and Samantha King stepped inside and caught her breath.
It was ...unique.

The walls were covered in a deep red plush paper and pictures of
a most provacative nature hung in ornate gilt frames everywhere.

Heavy victorian furniture included a massive wardrobe, a satin covered love seat and a huge high bed with scarlet canopy.
A door led off to a bathroom where she glimpsed an antique clawfoot tub and what appeared to be a marble and gilt bidet.

Jake walked over to the far corner and turned, a mischeivious smile on his craggy face.
"Looks kinda like a whorehouse don't it?"

She could only nod in agreement.

 
Sam tried not to laugh or show an amused expression but he was right it did look a little like a shady whore house from old western movies.

"It is a very richly decorated room" she smiled sweetly and trailed her hand along the end of the bed feeling the richly embroidered linen.

She then walked to the bathroom and opened the door "wow this is one flash out house" she exclaimed in her rich Australian drawl and then blushed "I mean its a really lovely bathroom."

Sam noticed her suitcases by the bed she rushed over and dropped down in front opening one spilling items every where some satin panties flipped out onto Jakes foot "oops"

Sam snatched them up and smiled and softly giggled "sorry about that" she thrust them back into the case and kept scrapping through her clothes.

"here it is...." she said holding up a book of Australian animals "I thought your son may like it, I hope you don't mind me buying him gifts" Sam smiled and handed him the book.
 

Donavan took the book from her hands and began flipping pages...
"Yep Tyke'll love this, he's fond of animals...oh,"
he glanced around the room,"I didn't plan allthis. They shot a movie here a few months back, they did the redecoratin' and I never got around to changing it back.

"What was the movie?"
She paused, a dusty rose teddy clutched in her hands.

"Doubt you ever saw it down there...it was called 'Breakin Broncos Nine" or something like that...they about broke that bed anyway."

She flushed, suddenly very aware of the humongous bed behind her.

Jack closed the book and started for the door...
"Come on to the nursery when you get unpacked, I'll tell Tyke your on the way."
He scooped something off the floor and held it out to her.
"Musta rolled out of your suitcase, unless Miss Asia left it here as a souvenir."

He winked and shut the door.
 
She looked at the bed and then the door, was he serious. No he couldn't be it couldn't have been that type of movie. Sam shook her head and began to unpack. Everything in the room was so opulent and designer she really felt out of place in all the rich colours and furniture.

After she unpacked she fixed her hair and her uniform and then headed down the hall way to the nursery, knocking on the door quietly so as not to disturb father and son time she waited to be invited in.

The plump woman who greeted her, Pillar she thought her name was. Passed Sam standing outside the door and smiled as she headed down the hall with fresh towels and went into one of the other rooms across the hall from Sam's. Sam smiled back and knocked on the door softly again assuming she wasn't heard the first time.
 

Jack watched the new 'nanny' as she made her way over to the crib. Her uniform was trim and showed off her figure perfectly. He couldn't help but do some mental 'undressing' and liked what his mind saw.

"You don't have to wear a uniform here you know."

She stopped and turned around just short of the crib.
"I've always worn one Mister Donavan...ahh Jack I mean."
She brushed a stray hair from her forehead,
"Is that allright?"

He shrugged, "Suit yourself Sam. Things just aren't very formal around here is all."

From behind her came insistant baby sounds.
She turned , "Sounds like he's hungry, when was his last feeding?"

"Oh he's full as a tick. Pilar just nursed him and she's got more milk than most dairy cows."

A wet nurse!...okay nothing too shocking about that of course. But there'd been no mention of it in the employment contract.

"Well let's see whats wrong then. I....."
The words hung in her mouth as she stared down into the crib.
Nothing in the contract had prepared her for this!
 
Sam was a little stunned, the crying stopped as she leaned over the crib so Sam turned and looked at Jack and whispered softly "I hadn't realised"

Not wanting to push for an explination Sam changed topic slightly "So will Pilar do all the feedings?"
 

Jack glanced at the tightly stretched uniform blouse before him...
"Unless you'd rather."

Sam blushed,
"Hardly Mister Donavan. I beleive there's a particular set of circumstances that allow one to be a wet nurse and I don't have them...at the moment."

"Mister Donavan is it?..I beleive your pissed off Sam. Whatsa matter don't you like it here?"
Jack looked again at the 'child' in the crib and shrugged.
"He's okay for awhile now and it's..."
He looked at his watch...'Past four, let's head down to my study and we'll have a drink before supper.
 
Jack glanced at the tightly stretched uniform blouse before him...
"Unless you'd rather."

Sam blushed,
"Hardly Mister Donavan. I beleive there's a particular set of circumstances that allow one to be a wet nurse and I don't have them...at the moment."

"Mister Donavan is it?..I beleive your pissed off Sam. Whatsa matter don't you like it here?"
Jack looked again at the 'child' in the crib and shrugged.

"I have hardly been here long enough to know if I like it Mister Donavan or Jack if you prefer, I am just simply not use to well such comments from my employer" Sam was blushing as his comments has truly caught her off guard but she was a spirited lass and didn't take much lying down.

Jack just seemed amused he ruffled her feathers and began to head for the door.
"He's okay for awhile now and it's..."
He looked at his watch...'Past four, let's head down to my study and we'll have a drink before supper."

Sam didn't want to let him get to her and she had some questions or rather hoped he would explain a few things to her. "very well Mister Donavan" she smiled teasingly "I mean Jack, a drink sounds lovely but I shall have juice as my duty's will not be over till after his evening feed and he is sleeping" she nodded back to the crib and then followed him out of the nursery.
 

"I'll join you in a minute, make yourself at home."
Donavan ushered her into a cool booklined study that seemed totally incongruous with the roughhewn surroundings of the "Flying High Ranch".
"Theres the bar got about anything you want...juice included.
Make me a bourbon and soda will ya...be right back."

He closed the door and walked out on the wide verandah, keying his cell phone as he did.

*Miguel?...yeah she's here and she's a real looker. Seems straight as they come so we'll probably have to use some...unhh persuasion.*
He could feel himself getting hard, a tingling itch was teasing at his swelling cock. The thought of the 'persuasion' he'd be using was very, very arousing.

*What did you say?*

*No that's to soon, I'll neeed a few days before she's ready...and by the way the next time I ask you for a kid try and send one up that at least looks human for christsake!*
 
Sam did as he asked and made the drinks, placing his on the bar top she picked up her juice and began to look over the book spines, what a wonderful collection she thought to herself as she eyed all the titles.

Sam still couldn't get the poor little baby out of her, head the poor little thing had a birth mark over one side of his face. It nothing that took away from how innocent he was but enough to shock a person who wasn't prepared for it. She wondered if there was something that could be done but also she hoped she hadn't offended Jack she knew she had shown her shock over the birthmark.

Samantha walked around the study and looked over the books and the odds and ends that were about it really was a nice looking study, sitting down in a chair she waited for Jack to return. Sam was still a little jet lagged and her neck was a tad stiff so she began to roll her head around to loosen up the knots in her neck and shoulders. she hadn't heard Jack return.
 

"Sore neck?"
She looked up startled, Donavan's back was to the light, she blinked...
" A bit weary and a twinge here and there...long trip you know."

She settled back into the soft plush recliner.
"This feels wonderful."
She sipped her drink and closed her eyes.
"Your drinks on the bar by the way."

Jack ignored the drink and walked up behind her.
"Watch out for that chair" he said.
His hands slid over her shoulders.

She tensed up..."Why...why, whats wrong with the chair?"
His fingers were kneeding deliciously into the sore muscles of her shoulders, she could feel his warm breath on her neck.

"Because it's the Chair of Morpheus, it robs one of good judgement and renders one...oblivious."
 
Sam couldnt help but chuckle and relax as he massaged her neck, the coment on the chair rendering her to make bad judgement had amused her, she smiled softly and took another sip "mmmm...I don't think its the chair I have to worry about, your juice seems to have the same affect. I am afraid I don't drink much and I think I should have went with the juice in the bottle rather then the jug" she laughed again softly and placed the drink on the table.

Leaning back again Jack resumed rubbing her nexk."I think that juice is spiked" she giggled hoping he wouldnt be annoyed she had drank while on duty, she hadnt really noticed till she felt a little light headed.

"you have wonderful hands, the train ride was murder. I spent most of it avoiding conversation with some rather talkitive tourist who kept insisting he knew me from some where." Again Sam laughed and then tilted her head to look up at him.

"As lovely as this is, I guess I should check on your son" Sam placed her hands on his and slid them from her shoulder as she went to stand "thank you for the rub it was very kind"
 

Back in LBJ's day, Jack's granddad (a huge contributor to Lyndon's political career) had installed microphones and several two way mirrors strategicaly around the ranch house. They'd been used to good effect to discourage a number of the ex President's political rivals when presented with the evidence of this clandestine surveillance.
Jack had updated the systems a few years ago. Needless to say Samantha's room was completely 'wired' for sound and video. He could also at the tap of a button lock the doors and bar the windows.
The innocent Australian nanny was in fact already a prisoner and didn't know it.

In the shadows of his study cum office Jack was watching as Miss King finished unpacking and began to shed her soiled uniform...(Tyke was quite a drooler).
She had a wonderful body, at least as much as he'd been able to deduce from careful observation this afternoon and he couldn't wait to see all of it.

"Maria come over her girl. Bring me a drink."
Pilar's nubile daughter did as she was told and joined the rancher at his desk.

"Whaddya think, little one?"
He pointed at the screen where Sam had stripped down to panties and bra.
"What can we get for her?"

Maria's hands slipped under his flannel shirt and began playing with the curling hair on his chest.
"I don't know...she's too pale and look at those freckles, ugh!. I don't think sr Olivera will like her too much."

"Maybe not." he mused as Maria busied herself with his belt buckle.
"But I know someone who will."
 
Sam was exausted but something about this house made her feel uneasy, unpacking the rest of her things she slowly stripped from her uniform her tired body making it a hard job. Tossing it into the wash hamper she walked about in her stockings and under garments.

Stretching out the bed she was waiting to get the energy to dress in her night clothes and to crawl into this scary looking bed, she swore it was like some porn princess's chamber.

Sam didnt know if she was going to like it here but she had decided to worry about that tomorrow when she was less tired from travel. rolling over she turned on the alarm clock knowing she would have to be up early for Tike.

Lifting herself from the bed she picked up her robe and headed for the ensuit perhaps a bath in that huge tub would make her feel more human, before she slumped into bed.
 

The camera hidden in the air vent gave a perfect view of Sam's lush sudsy body as she bathed.
Jack liked what he saw.
Jack liked the way her breasts thrust forward as she raised her hands to wash her hair. He liked just about everything.

"My titties are not that big are they?"
Maria pouted, her hand momentarily stopping it's delicious movement on his aching cock.

"Sweetie your tits are perfect. No need to feel bad."

The girl smiled and brushed one small firm orb across his lips. He bit down on the tender tip and Maria squeeled with delight, thrusting her breast into his face and wrapping her arms around his head.
"You give them a good suck then okay and then I'll give you one."

Jack opened wide and swallowed as much as he could.
"Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmm good"
he murmured and imagined his mouth filling with warm sweet milk.

For the moment at least Sam could enjoy her bath in privacy.
 
Sinking down into the tub her knees above the water and her head now sinking bellow the bubbles Sam washed the soap suds from her hair and then surfaced, her hair wet and sleek falling down to her shoulders. Her red hair wet and deep with colour as Sam relaxed back against the back of the tub and began to shave her legs.

As she place each leg on the side of the tub and gently traced the razor over them her thoughts drifted to the wonderful neck rub Jack had given her this afternoon, but she quickly scolded herself knowing nothing could happen between her and her boss. That just wouldnt be right, she was here to do her job nothing more.

Finishing her legs she picked up a huge sponge that was rested on the side of the tub, Sam dropped it in shock as when she was lathering it with soap it began to buzz and vibrate.........curiouse Sam picked up the sponge and smiled as she realised it was a massage sponge. Rubbing the thick vibrating sponge over her neck and her arms felt so good. But as Sam's hand expolored more of her body with the sponge she realised just how good it could feel.

The sponge vibrated over her nipples leaving them peeking in a soft rosey pink but as her hand guided the sponge lower to cleanse her body she moaned ever so softly as it vibrated over her in experianced pussy causing the most wonderful sensation. Sam closed her eyes and enjoyed her bath even more.
 
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