The Interview with My New Live-in Housekeeper
The sun had barely risen over the horizon when I heard the soft chime of the doorbell. My first candidate for the live-in housekeeper position had arrived on time, a testament to her reliability and punctuality. I made my way to the front door, the camera feed displaying a young girl with a bright smile waiting patiently on the porch.
I pressed the button to close the front gate, ensuring our conversation would remain private. As I opened the door, she introduced herself as Maria, a young Mexican girl with long, dark brown hair and expressive brown eyes. Her smile lit up the entire room, and I couldn’t help but be drawn to her youthful energy.
“Welcome, Maria,” I said, inviting her inside. “Please, come in and make yourself at home.” I gestured for her to follow me to the great room, where the morning sunlight streaming through the skylight illuminated the space in a warm, golden glow.
As we sat down on the couch, I asked her the usual questions: about her experience, her qualifications, and why she was interested in the live-in position. Her responses were confident and sincere, and I found myself impressed by her poise and determination.
Before long, it was time for the tour of the house. I led her through the various rooms, showcasing the opulence and luxury that awaited her if she accepted the position. The game room, with its pool table and large TV screen, was a favorite of mine, but I saved the best for last: the therapy room, complete with a weekly massage, bi-weekly manicure and pedicure, and monthly hair cut/trim.
As we walked through the gym, I explained the importance of regular exercise and how I would hire a personal trainer to work with her. Finally, we arrived at the pièce de résistance: my bedroom suite, a lavish space designed for two people to share.
Maria’s eyes widened as she took in the sheer scale and luxury of the suite. The king-sized bed, the large TV screen, and the fireplace all combined to create a sense of opulence that few people experience in their lifetime. I smiled to myself, knowing that I had found the perfect candidate for the job.
“So, Maria,” I said, as we stood in front of the suite, “what do you think? Is this the kind of life you’d like to lead as my live-in housekeeper?” Her response was immediate and enthusiastic, and I knew that I had found the perfect candidate for the job.
“Wow,” she said, her eyes shining with excitement. “This is incredible. I’ve never seen anything like it. I would be honored to accept the position and live in this beautiful house.”
I smiled, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over me. I had found the perfect candidate, and I knew that Maria and I would get along just fine.
“You’re hired, Maria,” I said, extending my hand for her to shake. “Welcome to your new home.”
With a deep breath, I guided Maria closer to the front door, where she would soon be faced with the final test of her resolve.
“Maria, I want you to go out to the mailbox, which is just outside the gate,” I instructed, my voice low and steady. “In the mailbox, you’ll find an envelope with a letter inside. Read the instructions, do what it says, and then come back in. Remember, you’re to walk out there naked and confident, as if you were fully dressed.”
She looked at me, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and uncertainty. “But, Mr. Joe, I don’t know if I can do this,” she whispered.
“You can, Maria,” I reassured her, taking her hand in mine. “You’re strong and capable, and I believe in you. Just remember to keep your legs open and your head held high. You got this.”
I watched as she walked tentatively out the door, her eyes fixed on the path ahead. She stopped at the gate, hesitated for a moment, and then pushed it open. As she walked down the driveway, I could see the tension in her shoulders begin to ease, replaced by a sense of determination.
She reached the mailbox, pulled out the letter, and began to read. Her eyes scanned the page, and I could see the comprehension dawn on her face. She looked up, her eyes locking onto mine, and I could sense her trepidation.
She put the letter back in the mailbox, and with a deep breath, began to walk back towards the gate. I watched as she stopped at the edge of the fountain, sat down, and spread her legs, revealing her beautiful, naked body to the world.
As she began to masturbate, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride and excitement. She was doing it, Maria was really doing it. And as I watched her, I knew that I had to have her, to keep her, to possess her body and soul forever.
“Show them your vagina, Maria,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of the fountain. “Give them a show they’ll never forget.”
And with that, I leaned back in my chair, my eyes locked onto the camera feed, and watched as Maria gave herself over to the moment, her body moving in time with the gentle breeze that rustled the leaves of the trees.
The car drove by, and Maria regained her composure, still rubbing her pussy with increasing fervor. As I’d hoped, she began to shake and convulse in orgasm, right out in the open. She didn’t immediately get up and rush to the house, instead opting to sit there for a couple of minutes, recovering from her climax.
As she stood up and walked towards the door, I let her in, and she gave me a radiant smile. “That was exhilarating,” she said, her voice trembling with excitement. “I was so nervous, especially when that car drove by, but sitting there, rubbing my pussy in the open, was incredibly arousing. I’ve never come so fast before. Did I pass the test?”
“You did wonderfully, Maria,” I replied, beaming with pride. “It was beautiful watching you. I hope to see you orgasm many times more. I have another test for you, and if you pass it, the job is yours, if you still want it. But let’s take a break first, before we proceed with the next test.”
She sat down, keeping her legs open, and I could see the eagerness in her eyes. I wanted to see more, so I instructed her to put her legs over the arms of the chair, opening herself up to me as much as possible. “That’s the most breathtaking sight I’ve seen in a long time,” I told her, my voice filled with admiration.
“I want to make sure you understand, Maria,” I said, “the quarterly bonuses will be based on how well you follow my rules. When I ask you to do something, it’s the minimum I expect. If you wish to go further, in a way you know I’ll appreciate, it will increase your next bonus. It may take some time for you to understand the kinds of things I’d like you to do, but I assure you, it will be worth it.”
“Also, I want to clarify that although I said you’re to allow me to touch you wherever and whenever I want, I’d prefer it if you initiated any touching. The more you do that, the greater your bonuses. I want us to become close, like best friends, where you’ll do things for me because you want to, and because you want to please me.”
“There will be a ninety-day probation period,” I continued. “At any time during this period, you can leave without notice, or I can ask you to leave if I feel it’s not working out. If we decide you’ll stay after the probationary period, you’ll receive your first bonus. I have it right here,” I said, producing a small light blue box from my pocket and opening it to reveal a pair of diamond earrings from Tiffany’s. Each earring contained a one-carat diamond, and Maria’s eyes widened in awe.
“I want you to understand, Maria,” I said, “when I give you jewelry, I want you to wear it every day. Jewels only look good when worn, not when they’re sitting in a jewelry box. If you stay with me, I’ll have you dripping in fine jewels, like diamonds, emeralds, rubies, and sapphires. You’ll be treated like the princess of the house, if not the queen.”
“If you decide to leave after the ninety-day period,” I said, “I expect you to give me appropriate notice. I can’t force you to work for me, but I’ll do everything I can to make you happy and want to stay. If you stay longer than five years, I assure you that you’ll be well taken care of, financially speaking.”
Maria was speechless, her eyes fixed on the diamond earrings, and I could see the excitement building up inside her.
“What kind of pizza would you like for lunch?” I asked, trying to break the silence. “I’ll order it in for us.”
While waiting for the pizza, I gave her instructions on what I wanted her to do next. “I want you to greet the pizza delivery guy naked,” I said, “but wearing a long tank top. If he tries to touch you, let him. I want to see how you’ll handle it.”
I showed her how to open the door electronically and gave her access to the video feeds by the door, so she could see who was outside before opening it. To give the pizza guy the best opportunity to see her, I decided to hold onto the money, so she’d have to walk away from the door to get it from me and then walk back, with him watching all the way.
About a half hour later, the doorbell rang, and Maria checked the video feed to ensure it was the pizza guy standing there, holding a pizza, and that no one else was around. She pressed the button to release the door and opened it wide, without trying to hide behind it.
“How much is it?” she asked him, and he replied, “It’s $16.” She asked him to put the pizza on the table in the center of the entry while she went to get the money. He stepped inside and placed the pizza on the table, watching Maria’s cute butt walking away.
“Here’s the $16,” Maria said, “and you have a choice: you can either have a $5 tip or you can suck on my tits.” The pizza guy wasn’t expecting that and sputtered out that he wasn’t sure he should do that.
Per my instructions, Maria pulled the side of her shirt across her chest, revealing one of her tits to the pizza guy. “Are you sure?” she asked, and he finally agreed to suck her tits rather than get $5.
Maria led him over to a bench in the entry and told him to sit down. She stood in front of him, pulled up the hem of her shirt, and pulled it over her head, revealing her naked body. She climbed up and straddled his lap, pressing her tit to his lips.
He started licking and sucking on her perfect tits, and I was suddenly jealous because I hadn’t touched her yet myself. She switched tits for him and told him he could touch her wherever he wanted. He hesitated and just put his hands around her butt, giving her a squeeze.
As I’d instructed her, if necessary, she grabbed one of his hands and shoved it between her legs, so he could rub her pussy. She let him have fun for a bit, and then she got off his lap.
As he stood up, it was obvious that he had a hardon, and Maria rubbed the front of his pants. “You know, I’m not a cock tease,” she said. “Would you like to jack off and cum on my tits?” She was already grabbing for his zipper, and he unsnapped his pants.
She pulled his pants and underwear to the floor, and he started to stroke his dick. Maria played with her tits and urged him to cum and cover her breasts. It didn’t take more than a couple of minutes, and he was unloading jet after jet of cum all over her tits and up her neck.
When he was done, it seemed like he couldn’t pull up his pants and leave fast enough. Maria closed the door after him and brought the pizza into the kitchen for us to eat.
As we sat down to eat, I told her, “Leave the cum on your body. I like seeing you covered in it.” She’d done a good job, and I was impressed.
“As I told you earlier,” I said, “what I asked for was the minimum. If instead of him cumming on your tits, you’d volunteered to give him a blow job, it would have increased your next bonus.”
As we ate our pizza, I asked her if she’d had fun, and she replied, “It was a lot of fun, and it surprised me how much fun it was.” I asked if she still wanted the job, and she said she did.
“The job is yours,” I said. “You can move in whenever you’re ready.”