As a middle-aged bachelor I hires a fourteen year old -old neighboring girl to do my housework. Another neighbor surprisingly tells him she has a reputation for her oral sexual skills
Part One:
As a self-employed, 45-year-old bachelor living alone in Canada in 1990, I enjoyed the freedom to come and go as I please, to stay up as late as I desired, to eat meals whenever I felt like it, and to generally live my life entirely the way I wanted. Of course, I also fell into the typical male problem of being lax with household chores. I didn’t mind doing the dishes or the laundry, but I generally didn’t keep my home as tidy as it should be. I seldom dusted. Newspapers and flyers would rapidly pile up on tables and chairs. My tile floors and countertops would not be scrubbed very often. You likely get the picture. Therefore, when the opportunity came to solve this shortcoming of mine as a homeowner very cheaply, I gladly took it.
About two years earlier, a family that had emigrated from Guatemala moved into my neighborhood. From what I could see, the Garcia family consisted of a married couple in their thirties and their three children. To their credit, they did their best to assimilate into their new country. They learned English by conversing with their neighbors and by attending ESL night classes as a family. They embraced Canadian culture by celebrating the various holidays and observances just like everyone else on the block. All in all, they were just generally good folks. As they never caused any problems, no one could honestly say anything negative about the Garcias. However, neither parent seemed to have the skills for high-paying jobs. Both of them worked doing manual labor of some sort. Nevertheless, they seemed pleased and content. I supposed they were happy to be in Canada rather than in Guatemala.
One day I saw their oldest child, a girl of about fourteen or fifteen years old drop a leaflet into my mailbox. Curious, I went outside and collected it. It was a hand-written advertisement, probably penned by the girl herself. It said, “Need housekeeping work done? Cleaning, washing, laundry, etc. I can do it for you! Just $8 per hour. Phone Martina Garcia at the number below.”
I knew a typical part-time housekeeper at the time would charge twice as much, so I immediately recognized a bargain when I saw it. The Garcia girl was busily going house by house down the street with her adverts, so I walked out my door and intercepted her about half a block from my home.
I had never formally met any of the Garcia children before; I had only conversed with the parents on a few occasions. Being a typical, observant male, I noticed she was a pretty, delightful thing with slightly dark features that made her seem somewhat exotic.
Holding the leaflet I had received, I asked her, “Are you Martina Garcia?” When she affirmed that she was, I introduced myself as Kevin Fitzgerald, the homeowner at 25 Maple Tree Crescent. “I would like to hire you to help me with my cleaning. Can you start soon?” She was thrilled that one of her leaflets had already produced a positive result. “You be my first customer, mister Kevin!” she excitedly exclaimed in slightly broken English.
Martina took my “as soon as possible” comment very literally. She knocked on my door less than an hour later. I told her I wanted the tile floors and both kitchen and bathroom counters cleaned. I got the necessary cleaning supplies for her�and away she went. Martina was quite diligent about her work. About 90 minutes later, she had done a thoroughly good job on those tasks�plus she found a few other helpful things to do as well. It was the best those areas of the house had looked in years�at it had cost me a mere $12.
When I happily handed her $15 in cash, she said she had no change. I told her the $15 included a $3 tip. Martina didn’t quite understand what “a tip” meant, but when I tried other words like “bonus” and “gift”, the meaning finally sunk in. She was thrilled by the overpayment. “Oh, Mr. Kevin that is very kind and generous of you!” she said. “When should I come again. I told her she could return the same time the next day and do some dusting and whatever else I might think of between now and then.
Martina happily went out the front door and headed quickly down the street to her house.
I was about the shut the door when I saw my neighbor from across the street, Ron Monroe, another bachelor about my age, walking toward me. He had a broad smile on his face. It looked like he was trying to suppress a laugh.
I invited Ron inside to find out what he wanted. He wasted no time. “Was that Martina Garcia I saw leaving your house?” he asked.
“Yeah, ” I said. “I hired her to do some housekeeping for me. Did you get one of her leaflets?” I showed him mine. “The price is right, and she did an excellent job, as you can see.”
“Oh, you hired her as a housekeeper!” he said. “From what I’ve heard she has other talents as well.”
“What do you mean?”
“Let’s put it this way, ” Ron stated, “I have it on good authority that Martina’s nickname at her elementary school is ‘the Guatemalan Juicy Titty Girl.’”
I was incredulous. “The what?” I asked.
“You heard it right, Kevin, ” he said. “Martina Garcia is called ‘the Guatemalan Juicy Titty Girl’�at least that’s what she is known as by the boys at her school.”
I sat down on my favorite living room chair with a thump. “Have a seat, Ron, ” I told him. “You’re going to have to explain this to me.”
“Gladly, my friend, ” he said. Ron went on to explain that his nephew, Peter, attended the nearby elementary school, as did Martina. Peter had just finished the seventh grade. One day when Peter was visiting me, he saw Martina through the window, walking down the street. Peter said, “Hey, Uncle Ron! You know who that is? She goes to my school. All the boys call her the Guatemalan Titty Girl.”
Ron continued the story, “When I asked Peter how she acquired such an unflattering nickname, he said that Martina was a very enterprising eight -grader who decided to profit from her womanly charms when she began to blossom at the young age. She let it be known to a few older boys who liked looking at her growing breasts that, once school was dismissed, if they went to the secluded wooded area adjacent to the school property, she’d be there. She’d give them a look at her naked chest�and they could do other things with her young tits. All her services could only be acquired for a price, of course.
She even created a list of her special services. Just looking at her tits for a minute or two cost $1. Fondling them for the same time cost $2. Sucking on them cost $3. Doing a titty fuck with them cost $5. Apparently that first day two boys were curious enough to show up. They must have been satisfied customers because the word about Martina’s business circulated in a hurry. According to Peter, the next day eight schoolboys were in line for some fun. The following day Martina had more than a dozen customers to service.
To accommodate her growing clientele, she also made herself available early in the mornings before school started. Peter says Martina doesn’t offer any other services, only those fun activities featuring her juicy breasts. Thus, her nickname. She’s been making boys happy at my nephew’s school for about a year and a half now.”
I just shook my head. It was not in disbelief of what Ron had just told me, but that teenage girl Martina’s age could come up with such a successful money-making scheme. I had to ask, “Is your nephew one of Martina’s clients?”
“I think the Guatemalan Titty Girl ends up with most of Peter’s allowance money each month, ” Ron replied with a grin. Then he said, “When I saw Martina leave your house, I wondered if she had dropped by to give you her $5 service. I hadn’t seen her leaflet about housekeeping. It’s likely in my mailbox. With school out for the summer, Martina’s probably taken up housekeeping as an offseason job until she can get back to the occupation she does best.”
I paused for a moment, then I commented, “Ron, Martina did excellent work for me today. If she is better at her other job, I completely understand why so many horny males at that school seek her services. If I was in the eighth grade, I’d probably show up with a $5 bill.”
“Is she going to do more housekeeping for you?” Ron asked me.
“I told her to come back tomorrow, and I’d find a few things for her to do, ” I replied.
Ron joked, “One of those things for her to do might be you, my friend!”
That comment was said in a light-hearted way, but I seriously wondered if Ron was correct.
Part Two:
Martina arrived as scheduled to do more work for me the next day. I was waiting for her at the door. I warmly greeted her. Then I handed her the proper supplies to give the entire house a thorough dusting. When that task was complete, I told Martina she could do whatever cleaning and tidying work she could find to occupy herself for two full hours. Like the day before, Martina’s work was impeccable. When she was done for the day, she said I owed her $16 for two hours of cleaning. I confused her by putting a $20 bill and a $5 bill on the table. “All for me?” she asked hopefully.
The $20 is for the cleaning and dusting. You did a great job, Martina, just like yesterday, so I’m giving you a $4 tip.
“Oh, thank you so much, Mr. Kevin, ” she said. “That is very nice of you to pay me extra.” Then she paused, pointed at the fiver, and asked, “What is $5 that money for?”
For reasons I don’t know, I dropped my voice almost to a whisper. Maybe I was ashamed of what I was going to say next. “I understand you provide a special service for the boys at school for $5, ” I began. “I want you to give me that same service right now, my dear girl.”
I had no idea what her reaction would be. I figured it would be either a total denial of her sexual services or she would be outraged and storm out of my house, never to return again. It was neither. She was delighted to do what she apparently did best.
“Mr. Kevin!” she said with surprising enthusiasm and not a hint of shame. “You know about my $5 titty fucks! How did you know? Who told you?”
“That’s not important, really.” I stated. “I’d rather not say. But will you give me the $5 service before you leave?”
“Sure! Right now! Of course! I’ll make your dick happy for $5.”
Without further ado, Martina removed her plain green t-shirt. Underneath was a bra that cupped and lifted her attributes quite nicely. Without being prompted, she told me, “Mr. Kevin, I will make you feel good.
I boldly inquired, “Does your mother know what you do with the boys at school?”
“Oh, yes. She is pleased about it. The money I make helps out with our household expenses, ” Martina happily confessed. “When we need extra money, mother does fucky-fucky with horny gentlemen who pay her for sex. I don’t do that yet. Mother says no sex for me until I am 16. Titty fucks are okay though because boys don’t put their penises inside me.
I was trying to process what I just heard when Martina got me refocused. She undid the clasp of her bra, and it fell to the floor. Her small breasts were quite lovely. They looked firm and fuckable. I would put them to the test. “Pull down your pants, Mr. Kevin, so you can do a titty fuck with me. You will like it, I’m sure. All the boys do.”
“Uh...yeah. I guess I need to do that, ” I said. “By the way, how old are you, Martina?”
“I am 14. I will have my 15th birthday in four days. Then I will be a big girl, and mother will permit me to do fucky-fucky down here to earn money.” Martina smiled charmingly as she pointed at her crotch.
I took off my trousers and my briefs. I was surprised to realize I already was sporting a massive erection. “You have a big penis, Mr. Kevin, ” Martina assured me. “It is so much bigger than the dick of most boys in junior high school.”
As this was clearly Martina’s bailiwick, I let the professional sex worker in the room take charge of the subsequent activities. Martina lightly and lovingly stroked my dick, alternating hands while doing so. She also massaged my testicles superbly. “Many boys come when I play with their balls, Mr. Kevin.” I had no doubt she was telling the truth. She then skillfully moved into position for me to place my penis between her burgeoning breasts. “Fo the $5 payment, you get my full service, Mr. Kevin, ” Martina informed me. “You can play with my titties and suck on them too before you fuck them. That is permitted.”
I wanted to get my money’s worth, so I happily fondled this 14-year-old’s perky bosoms. They were wonderful things to caress. Martina smiled. “You do that so nice, Mr. Kevin. Some boys are too rough with them! You make me horny. Look, my nipples are so hard from what you do!” I knelt down in front of her so I could suck on them. That got my penis even harder. I probably licked and sucked her young treasures for more than five minutes before Martina put a time limit on me. “It’s time for the titty fuck, Mr. Kevin, ” she informed me. “Time for your dick to shoot its cum on me.”
We both stood up for the grand finale. Our difference in height made a titty fuck an ideal sex act for the two of us. I positioned my throbbing member between Martina’s tits. Martina, of course, was no rookie at this. Like the true pro she was, she squeezed her lovely, youthful breasts around my dick to make my thrusts more sensual. After about a minute, the eruption came. I groaned gleefully as I shot a huge load of goo onto Martina’s sexy chest�and a little bit higher. Part of one powerful blast ended up in her left ear. “You came! It was so good, Mr. Kevin, ” Martina said. That comment was probably rehearsed and insincere. “Thank you for shooting your cum on me, Mr. Kevin. I liked our titty fuck very much.”
I told Martina she could clean herself up in the washroom down the hall. When she emerged, I raved that her services�housecleaning and otherwise�were simply marvelous. I eagerly made arrangements with Martina for future housekeeping dates and times. As she was about to leave, I said to her, “When you turn 15 next week, I want to be your first fucky-fucky customer, okay?”
“Okay, Mr. Kevin! Yes, you may! I like that idea!” she responded enthusiastically.
Martina picked up her well-earned $25. I opened the front door for her and she headed home, sporting a fully content look on her pretty, youthful face. I stood on my porch for a while, watching this girl with no morals whatsoever get smaller and smaller in the distance. I then noticed that Ron Monroe was standing in his front yard. I shouted the answer to his question without him having to ask it.
“That was the best $5 I ever spent in my life!”
Oh yeah I am going to spend $5 extra every day on Tity services.